Made This Short Animation For Class Based On That One Comic Where Bakugo Almost Killed Deku Tho But This

earth-42!miles and a sunshine gf... i have thoughts <3

her randomly pointing at a dog across the street all "babe look!! a puppy!!" and him going "yeah, mami i see it. 's real cute" and just looking at her big ass smile as she watches this random dog chase its tail

her peppering his face in kisses as he tries to do something and he just laughs all "amor, i'm busy" and him kissing the pout off her face with a "mami, we can kiss all you want when i'm done, okay?"

him introducing her to aaron and rio!!! rio absolutely loving her and pointedly telling miles, off to the side, that she's a very nice girl and that he better not mess up.

him trying so so hard to keep the prowler thing a secret but when she inevitably finds out, she's pouting and asking "are you one of the bad guys?" and he just can't stand to see the sad look on her face and he quickly resolves that fighting crime is much better than committing them, yk, and he promises that he's one of the good guys and gently kisses her hands in an apology. her holding out her pinky between them with a quiet "promise me, miles" and he laughs and hooks his pinky with hers, replying, "i promise, mami"

cw: repost. she/her pronouns. reader works at a hero agency.

you have a reputation in the office.

it’s not necessarily that of being the office bitch, per se, but it’s something close, as is usually given to a woman who sighs more than she smiles and insists on making herself heard at board meetings.

perhaps you are intimidating. after all, who else would walk right up to pro Hero Deku as he enters the building in that brisk pace of yours with that same deep frown and that crinkle of your nose betraying irritation? 

the interns watch with bated breath as you confront him. 

what did he do? is she gonna chew him out?

there was a televised interview yesterday that could have gone better. there was a questionably late response to a fire two days ago - no one got hurt of course, but the press was none too happy about your agency, and wasn’t particularly kind to your current up-and-comer.

the interns look at each other, then at you, and at the man before you who should be intimidating if not for the fact that his impressive stature is undercut by the warmth of his smile.

and he’s smiling now as you stand before him, arms crossed over your chest. the employees at their cubicles whispering at low volume amongst themselves fall silent.

“you left the laundry in the washing machine.”

Deku pouts. “i was in a hurry.”

you twist your mouth to the side and sigh, the same sigh that usually accompanies one of your short tirades about efficiency and purposeful momentum. 

but then you smile at him.

“i took care of it. i put your lunch in the lounge too, so make sure you pick it up if we don’t cross paths today.” 

you tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek, and the college student intern who always brings your coffee’s eyes widen so large they look like they’ll fall out of his head.

“don’t skip meals.”

it’s said matter-of-factly but there’s a gentleness to your voice that accompanies the softening of your features.

do you sound... cute?

he beams. “definitely not.”

somewhere in the interaction is an i love you that is not said but is felt.

the two of you part ways, and the tension in the room seems to hold until both you and Deku are out of view, settled in your respective offices.

once both of you are out of earshot the room erupts in rumor, not believing what they just saw.

yet the most important rumor is perhaps you’re not such a bitch after all.

< a/n: idk if this would count of c/w but the terms; pretty, girlfriend, and babe are used>

★﹒₊‧11:46pm

it's currently 11:46pm on a sunday night. you know you should be getting ready for bed, actually you should be sound asleep now but studying is always more important than a good sleep schedule. (NOT) you're about to drift into sleep, over your textbooks and paper, when a familiar *buzz-buzz* starlets you awake.

han<3: heyyyy babee

han<3: you up?

you: what in the work are u doing up !!??

han<3: ummmm i could be asking you the same thing 🤨

you: fair, so what's up?

after a 5 minute conversation of sero trying to convince you to sneak out with him, soon enough you're out of your dorm and in the common room to meet him. you're in your pajamas and a pair of mini ugg's and he's in his green and black plain pj pants and a regular black tee with the crocs kirishima gave him. "ready, pretty?" he asks you with that signature grin. "are you sure we won't get caught? neither of us are really in a position to jeopardize our reputation!" you ask in a whisper-yelling type tone. "ouuuu look at my girlfriend using big words!" he says as he engulfs his hand with yours. "you reallly thing jeopardize is a big wor-" "AND don't worry your pretty little head," he says leaning down to kiss your head, "denks and i have done this a million times"

it's 12:03am now and hanta and you have just gotten to the store. he opens the door for you (like the GENTLEMEN he is) and follows you in, wrapping his long & strong arms around your shoulders. "whatcha want babe?" he asked as you lead the two of you around the store. "mmm probably just my usual. you?" you look up at him to find his eyes already looking into yours, "yeah i'll probably do the same. oh! mina did want me to get some of those green sour things next time i was out" he trails off. another 20 minute is spent in the store with hanta cracking jokes about whatever he sees, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing softly at your neck/cheek, and dancing with you to the 70s grocery store songs playing on the p.a, and finally checking out to go home. the walk back is chilly but it isn't unbearable as sero keeps you close to him. (bc i just KNOW he's like a space heater) when he manages to sneak you both back in through his balcony, he walks you to your dorm and kisses you goodnight one last time before heading back to his.

the next morning is awful as the two of you are tired as hell, running off of maybe 5 hours of sleep, trying to pull yourself together for school, but it was worth it.

as much as I adore Izuku, I don't think he would commit to a relationship. At least not during his time at UA ... his focus is really just trying to be the best hero and save as many civilians as possible. Sure he does like you and imagines a future with you but he doesn't act on those feelings sorta like what Uraraka did.

at most what he does is try to keep you safe,,, possibly even send you mixed signals as well. It's irritating to say the least when he knocks at your dorm in the middle of the night wanting to talk.

he longs for your touch, even blushing when he admits but you deny. Why must he do this to you? Say such things but won't ask you to be his one?

you two feel so connected to one another yet it feels like he keeps putting up a barrier between you and him. You try to tear it down, bang on it for dear life but he stops you.

at least at the end of the day, he rests his hand on the barrier like he still cares.

cause he does but he cannot give in.

OMG OMG WTH !!!! THANK U ALL FOR 100 FOLLWERS !!!

i'm literally so grateful and just HAPPY for this thank u all !! i'm trying to get something out by the end of the week but, idk inspiration just isn't hitting :/

girl you've been running through my mind all day

☆༉ — RYOMEN SUKUNA. santa’s little helper.

about. dressing up as slutty santa warrants some unwanted attention, luckily, sukuna is there to play santa’s grumpy little helper. merry christmas.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, meet cute, reader gets harassed/cat-called, reader is wearing a dress, modern!sukuna, fem!reader. it’s still christmas somewhere - enjoy !! (1K).

you meet modern bf!sukuna at a train station on christmas eve.

all your friends have gone home with guys that they fancied from the club, all the ubers in the area are either booked out or have sky high prices just to get you thirty minutes away not to mention the fact that it’s ice cold and your stupid mean girls themed santa outfit keeps riding up.

if you huff hard enough a cloud of smoke appears in place of your breath — like that of a mighty dragon, accumulating in the night air. it entertains you for all but a moment and doesn’t waste enough time for your train to come faster.

it’s not due for another thirteen minutes.

in that time you watch gangs of girls, groups of guys and just about anybody come and go from the station. your platform isn’t packed but it’s not too empty to the point where you feel unsafe.

“hey pretty girl.” ugh. as if your night couldn’t get any worse, a dingy looking stranger appears from nowhere — breathing down your neck, nastily drinking you in as if you’re a free shot at a bar. like you’re easy.

waving your hand away, you focus your gaze on the platform across the track and pray that someone notices your predicament. “no thank you.”

“oh come on gorgeous, give a guy a chance!” they press, crossing all of your boundaries to be in your space. even as you try to walk away, you can still feel the ghost of their sleazy words against the bare and exposed parts of your skin.. “where are you going all dressed like that, with no one to admire you?”

on instinct, you pull down your skirts as if to hide yourself from greedy eyes — storming down the platform. “none of your business!”

“hey now, little miss santa! don’t you wanna know? i’ve got a sleigh you can ride!”

“not interested! i’m all good.”

“why? you got a boyfriend?”

“yeah, i do.” you lie smoothly.

“then where is he?” the stranger mocks and closes in on you — you look around pathetically, waiting for some good passer-by to come and help you.

a heavy hand land’s on the stranger’s shoulder — making them jump in shock. you watch as the hand squeezes down, almost tight enough to break bone. “right here,” says a gravelly, husky voice that instantly fills you with warmth and relief. stepping aside, your hero reveals himself — tall with rippling muscles and spiralling black tattoos, lazy blood red eyes and a snarl that reveals sharp fangs and canines. all topped off my tufts of soft pink hair, which don’t do anything to dim his threatening aura. “you got a problem?”

“n-no! sorry man, i didn’t—“

“fuck off, will ya?” your hero spits out venomously and the stranger nods — practically disappearing into thin air after that. your shoulders sag and tensions dissipate from your body. “you okay…miss?”

tentatively, you give the pink-haired man your name — you owe him that much after he’d more or less saved your skin. “all good, thanks to you…”

“sukuna.” he doesn’t look at you, instead pulling a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and lighting one with a flicker of a flame. it’s like he feels you watching him in dismay, and laughs as he takes a drag. it’s kind of sexy, you’ll admit — the way he throws his head back let’s you see the thick lines of black ink extending down his neck. “ticket office is closed and security is shit here. small station. no one’s watching me smoke.”

“right…thanks, sukuna.”

he finally turns to you, deep and blood red eyes drinking you in — almost scrutinising you. you squirm under his gaze, heat prickling at the back of your neck and providing some protection from the cold. “where were you off too?”

“christmas party with some friends.”

“where are they now?”

“sucking face somewhere, and no, they didn’t offer me an Uber before they left.”

sukuna taps the ash from his cigarette and it falls away in the icy breeze. “shit night.”

wringing your fingers, you shrug a little bit. “i guess it could have been worse. so thank you for helping out,” you hum appreciatively. “all i have to do now is wait for this stupid train.”

a beat of silence passes between you both, only broken by your chattering teeth and sukuna’s occasional sniff between puffs of smoke. you hate smokers, but you don’t ask him to stop. not after he’d helped you and is willing to be your human shield until your train comes. anyone else would have left by now.

“i can give you a ride home, if you want?”

you frown… was he, trying to make a move on you?

“if you have a car why are you at a train station.”

sukuna smirks slowly, dropping his cig to the floor and crushing it under his sneaker. you don’t remind him that there’s a law against smoking on the platform. “i’m waiting for my little brother to get home from a trip with his friends. we don’t live too far from here and i offered to pick him up from the station.” he shrugs.

you blink up at him with wide eyes. you’d never imagine a man that looks and carries himself like he does to care so deeply for someone else. you suppose you’re judging a book by his cover.

you’re dressed like slutty santa, so you honestly have no right to do so.

“what’s your brother’s name?”

“yuuji. it’s just us, no parents. that’s why i’m picking him up.” sukuna turns to you, running a hand through his messy pink undercut. “look, i promise i’m not some creep. y’just look cold and i’m not about to let some girl get fucked over by weirdos at this time of night. i won’t touch you, but you can sit in the back with yuuji if it makes you feel better. people usually prefer his stupid face over mine anyways.” he mumbles that last part to himself, but is pleasantly surprised by the cute flutter of laughter that escapes you. “what’s s’funny?”

with a hand resting on your bare stomach, you try to contain yourself. “is it the tattoos or the fact that you have resting bitch face?”

“both.” sukuna sniggers in response, shoving his cold hands deep into his pockets. “so, you takin’ up the offer or what?”

“yeah, thank you…sukuna,” you smile, subtly sliding up beside him for warmth on the chilly platform. “i’d like to meet yuuji for myself, see which brother i prefer.”

“oh fuck you.”

“maybe some other time.”

and even though he’s sure that you’re joking, sukuna detects a glint of honestly in your sparkling eyes as the train finally approaches — it’s yellowing light from inside the carriage only illuminating that spark. you turn your head, trying to spot yuuji while he ponders your words.

sukuna is definitely going to ask for your number after he drops you home. he’ll have to thank that brat of a baby brother yuuji for the opportunity next — without him begging for sukuna to come get him, this would have never happened.

you would have never met.

it’d be a great christmas story to tell the grandkids too. so he’d really have to thank yuuji, even though sukuna would never hear the end of it.

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★﹒₊‧this is something i wrote during the first 1 minute & 50 seconds of fearless (tv obvi)

you look down at the newly rained on pavement as your date walks you to your car. your head shoots up at some funny comment he made, as usual. walking past an old family owned italian restaurant you can hear the classical music they're playing and he stops you both with an out reach of his hand, "care to dance?" he says with that million dollar smile.

2 weeks later the two of you are driving down the old country road in his freshly painted, thank you hero money, 1969 mustang convertible. you can't look at him because you know the sight of him singing happily in the wind as he drives will for sure make you fall in love right there. so you try to keep your eyes ahead but sero hanta is just so... cool. it's such a childish way to describe him but he is! so effortlessly cool how he runs his large hands through his slightly greasy black hair. come on! he has to know what that image alone does to you. you swear it can't get better than this; driving 35mph as the sun goes down with the coolest man in the world.

anime men that wear glasses >>

the most annoying guy (endearing)