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NOBARA NATION, WE'RE UP!!!

something unfortunate happens to your phone while you’re out with your friends but you need to call your fave (you’re together in this scenario). you borrow your best friend’s phone to make the phone call and slip away from the group. your fave picks up on the second ring, and immediately says ‘hey, baby’ before you can even speak.

*reblogs and tags appreciated!

— besos

pairing: e-1610!miles x fem!reader

a/n: this is my gif! it took so long to find this clip + make it into a gif so pls give credit if you use it lol

summary: your makeup leaves kiss imprints all over miles’ face and neck, which you quickly have to figure out how to hide from his mother. wc: 1,033

contains: fluff, teenage romance

word bank: “besos” - kisses, “enamorado” - lover boy, “mijo” - son, “dios mio” - my god

“Hold still…”

Your soft lips pressed testimonies of your love upon the surface of Miles’ smooth skin, your giggles of excitement muffled as you kissed his temple, the apple of his cheek, the tip of his nose, the corner of his lips— anywhere you could easily reach, really.

Steady hands cradled the dip of your back to keep you in your straddled position on his lap, gentle fingers ghosting over the fold of your waistband and one of his eyes pinched closed in preparation for more of your frenzied affection.

“Jeez, you love me love me, huh?” he laughed, his answer presented to him in the way your kisses began to trail along his jaw, then started further down the column of his neck, his pulse gently thrumming against your gloss-tinted lips as the pace of his heart quickened.

His tongue quickly swiped at his chapped lips and he allowed his eyes to fall closed with a light sigh, enjoying himself for just a moment, until the distant sound of pots clinking brought him back to where he really was, in his room, with his mother just a few paces outside, resulting in a gentle warning pat against the curve of your hip.

“Alright, alright, chill.” he chuckled breathily, slowly pulling away from you to lean back on his hands and take you in, drinking in the image of how cute you looked on his lap like this.

He didn’t need a mirror to see what his face looked like, the slightly shocked expression on yours as you covered your laugh with a hand was enough for him to go off of.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him it wasn’t, to tell him that his face wasn’t lavished in the remnants of your brown lip gloss and liner— but you couldn’t. He was covered in them, prints of your lips garnished all over his handsome features. Your lips split apart and came back together like a fish out of water, so you simply settled for another stifled snicker and a head nod instead.

“You do know if my mom sees this on my face it’s our asses, right?” he reminded you, and as if on cue, you heard his mother’s voice project from outside, your spine standing straight, just like the hairs on the back of your neck.

“Mijo, food is ready, come eat!”

Stunned eyes locked onto Miles’ for a beat, just to see if they were as wide as yours, or if they held just as much panic— and they did. Without a word spoken you scrambled off his lap faster than you’d even gotten there in the first place, his mirroring of your movements almost causing him to tumble off the bed. The room was thrust into a discord of silenced chaos for a few panicked seconds, your body spinning in two aimless half-circles with disoriented, wafting hands; as if the ridiculous looking movement could actually assist your anxiety frazzled brain in coming up with a plan.

Miles ruffled his sheets, hands frantically splaying around to find anything that would be useful in this moment until a shirt came into your view— a hurried, whisper-shout of his name tearing from your throat to get his attention. You swiftly kicked it up from the floor with your foot, flinging it towards his face and watching as his hand shot out in front of him to catch it not even a second after you’d punted it.

The graphic t-shirt you’d found managed to scrub his face clean of the incriminating evidence, not that you had much time to check the success rate of that as you were rushed out of the room hastily, your boyfriend’s hands plastered against the lower-middle of your back to usher you out the room in large steps, your feet having to shuffle to keep up.

“Dios mio, mile—!“ his mother’s voice fell short when the two of you chaotically stumbled your way into the kitchen, your lips tucked into themselves as you stood at attention, hands politely clasped behind you, while Miles was off to the side, shoulder leaned against the adjacent wall, legs crossed and hands on his hips. Totally not suspicious.

“Oh,” she blinked, giving the two of you a quick once over. The first thing she noticed was her son’s unusual demeanor, his eyes big and brows raised high, an expression he only wore when he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be. But what really gave it away was the strange distance of a few feet wedged between the both of you. Just over an hour ago you guys had embraced one another in a long hug after he’d opened the door to let you in—right in front of her— and now, you were suddenly acting as if you were scared to even be near each other, like you were nervous to breathe the same air in her presence.

“Mm,” she turned back towards the stove to turn the rice over in the pot, allowing the both of you to exhale a trembled breath of relief, one you realized came prematurely merely milliseconds after it left your lungs. “I think you may have missed one, enamorado.” (lover boy)

Eyes almost blowing from your skull, you swallowed hard and reluctantly shifted your head up towards your boyfriend, who was frozen in place, your gaze dropping down to the slightly smeared gloss and lip liner against the skin of his neck; a painfully visible reminder of your previous tryst.

The knowing smirk that pulled at the corner of his mother’s lips went overlooked, just as Miles let his chin fall to his chest, his arm folding over his torso and his opposite hand slapping over his abashed expression, a defeated sigh sounding from behind it.

“I’ll help you with the plates, mama rio.” you voiced your offer quietly and cleared your throat as you went to slip in beside her, which she obliged to with a light chuckle.

“Sure, sweetie.”

“I’m-“ Miles sighed, scratching the back of his neck timorously and scanning the area for an escape before a tentative finger pointed into the dining room. “I’m gonna go over there.” He decided with a swooped nod, long legs carrying him from a scolding he knew he would have to come back to once you were gone.

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

omg thank u sooo much !!! <33

guys, this is so random but i just feel like eren loves girlies with glasses :))))

he’s definitely tweeted “love a girl with glasses, like yes baby come here, no! to ur left!!” on some stupid shit and so many girls retweeted it with a pic of them in their glasses.

what they don’t know is that he’s talking abt u, picturing ur pretty mouth wrapped ‘round him while u still have ur glasses on. eyes half shut and sleepy, sucking cock like it’s a pacifier.

makes his body heat when he thinks abt the way he got nut on ur glasses :( he was expecting u to get upset and an apology was on the tip of his tongue. yet, u just pulled em off and sighed, “ren…. got my glasses dirty” and licked it off.

made his pretty eyes go wide and his dick swell again :(((( made u lay down just for him to fuck u for like two hours until u fell asleep.

sigh….. he just loves his lil blind gf :( makes him weak in the knees

hello!!! can i request one with yamaguchi where he has a pretty & popular gf whos really in love with him and everyone in karasuno (and other schools lol) are so jealous of him??? im in my yams feels right now 🥺 thank u so much ✨❤️🥺

lucky

feat. Yamaguchi

note: f!reader

Sometimes, Yamaguchi needs to pinch himself to make sure everything is real- even after a month of dating you. He’s always been super insecure, especially since usually all the cute girls who approach him would just ask about Tsukishima.

So when you approached him one day, he was expecting the same thing. But instead he got an cute envelope with a heart sticker adorned on it.

“Oh, Tsukki is on his way here if you want to give it to him in person y’now?” he says, awkwardly laughing.

“Give me what?” the tall beanpole arrived, and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You hand Tsukishima the envelope, and you can see Tadashi sigh- he’s used to this but it doesn’t hurt any less.

“Tsukishima, can you give this envelope to Tadashi please?” you ask, smiling at the boys before heading to class.

Tadashi tore open the letter and read it. And again. It was a confession letter- from you.

Gossip spread like wildfire that day.

“I heard Y/n wrote a confession letter for Yamaguchi today!!”

“It’s true I was there”

“She’s so cute- Yamaguchi is so lucky”

It didn’t take long for him to find you later that day and accept your confession. And thus, you two started dating.

One day when the two of you were walking home, he kept gazing at you, which made you all flushed and nervous.

“Do I have something on my face?” you asked all of a sudden.

“Hm? No you don’t” he blinks at you, not knowing why you had asked that.

“Well then, why do you keep staring at me?!”

Now it was his turn to get nervous, “I dunno- I feel like I’m still so lucky to be dating you” he chuckled quietly.

As if he couldn’t get any cuter- he says something like this? He doesn’t even realize how adorable he is you might just implode.

When you came to surprise him during the Interhigh Prelims, it didn’t take long for some of the other volleyball teams to flock around you. But as soon as Yamaguchi caught sight of a bunch of guys flirting with you and asking you for your number- his heart sank.

Yamaguchi didn’t know what to do- he wasn’t the most confrontational person, and he always felt a little insecure because he felt like he wasn't in your league. He trusted you completely still- but that doesn’t shake off how uncomfortable it is when other guys are heavy with their flirting.

Trying to be polite, you scan your eyes around the lobby of the gym. As soon as you lock eyes with your boyfriend, a wave of relief hits you and you excuse yourself to run to him. The other volleyball players watch in shock as you practically leap into Yamaguchi’s arms.

You plaster his face in kisses, “Hi!! Good luck today Tadashi!!”

“Hey Y/n, that was sweet and all, but please not in front of the children” Sugawara jokes, trying to cover Hinata’s and Kageyama’s eyes.

You take a step back from your boyfriend to show off your outfit- specifically the fact that you’re wearing his jersey. And!! he!! was!! so!! happy!! Seeing you like this, supportive for only him gives him a little sense of security- something that he never really thought he’d have.

Yamaguchi pulls you into another hug and buries his face into your shoulder- ignoring the stares from all the other players in the lobby.

“I am.. so lucky” he mutters, hugging you tighter.

favorite boys

★﹒₊‧ the ones that can't handle how much they like you so they're only output for all this feeling, besides actually talking to you, is writing unsent letters to you.

↻ izuku, shoto, urakaka, jiro, yamaguchi, kageyama, kenma, iwazumi, akashi

a girl? seriously?//katsuki bakugou smau

fem!reader. no quirk au. bnha college au.

an: put on an angsty playlist for this one, just trust me😭

when you’re starting your freshman year at college, you desperately search for a cheap dorming option, even if it’s some hole in the wall. when you see an ad posted for 4 people looking for a 5th dorm mate, you figure this is the best you’re gonna get. at least you have a place to live, right?

prologue. | previous part. | part 8. (soon!)

part 7.

you and bakugou sat on his bed after your night out, finally putting together the lego set that he had just bought. earlier in the day he was barely talking to you, you were glad that things felt normal again. the others wanted so badly to build the set with you, but katsuki said “fuck off” and forced them to just wait for the end result.

“where the hell does this damn piece go.” he huffed out. he had been working with this one piece for the last 5 minutes.

you laughed at his frustration and grabbed the piece from his hand, flipping through the instruction pamphlet as he watched you closely. with your brows furrowed and your face contorted with confusion, you finally found where the piece went and let out an “aha!” in victory. bakugou laughed to himself over your determination and you turned your head to look at him.

“what?” you asked him, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“nothing,” he said with a shake of his head, “you’re just so focused. it’s funny.”

you rolled your eyes at him and continued to build the lego guitar, finally seeing some progress. you and bakugou hadn’t been talking much, just listening to your playlist and enjoying the company.

“you and purple hair?” he said, splitting the quiet.

“uh…we’re good? i think? i don’t know. we talked today and i can’t tell if it was a good conversation or not.” you didn’t make eye contact with him as he looked at you. “i don’t think i wanna talk about it, that’s a future me problem.” you laughed out, trying to lighten the mood.

he nodded his head and you went back to listening to the music as you built this weirdly difficult set.

“you guys all went to high school together, right?” you figured now was a good a time as any to get to know this blonde boy some more.

“uh yeah. eijiro and i were the only ones who really knew where we wanted to go to college, the other two just followed along.” he answered back. “what about you?”

“the girls and i have been friends since the end of middle school. we knew we wanted to go to school together after we graduated so we chose this place and all got accepted.” you said, still messing around with the legos.

“sucks that you couldn’t be with them.”

“yeah i was really bummed about it at first.” you responded back to him, moving your hair to the side so you could see the instructions better.

“you like it here though?” he asked hesitantly.

“obviously.” you said with a laugh. “i mean, i was nervous at first, but after the first week i knew that i liked living with you guys.”

he stared at you for a minute, taking in your features. did you always look like this? something about the way you focused on this stupid lego set had him enthralled. did your eyebrows always crease like that or was that new? the way your hair fell even had him confused at what words he should use next. what the hell was going on?

“do you ever regret it?” he said, taking careful consideration of the way your lips moved as you thought about what to say.

“no, i don’t think i do.” you looked up as you thought about your time with the four idiots. “you guys are definitely stupid most of the time, but i’ve grown to really love you guys and your weird habits. it’s become second nature to me.” you said, tilting your head at him.

all he could do was look at you as he thought “what is going on with me right now”. you didn’t take your eyes off of him, instead, you knitted your eyebrows together at his silence.

“why? do you regret me moving in?” you said with a chuckle, obviously asking as a joke.

he thought about your question for way longer than intended.

“i mean sometimes i think it would be better if you didn’t move in.” he replied. wait, did he mean to say it like that?

he watched your face drop slightly, and cursed himself.

“what do you mean?” you had officially dropped the legos you were holding.

“not in a bad way. i just mean that things would be easier if you didn’t.” he said, watching your face drop further. he was totally fucking his words up now.

all you could do was stare at him, trying to read his expression. was he being serious? was he just fucking with you? what the hell was he saying right now.

“easier how? do i make things difficult or something?”

“no that’s not what i’m saying.” he rushed the words out of his mouth, losing control of his ability to fix the situation he just created.

“then what are you saying? do you wish i hadn’t moved in or something?” you could feel your breathing getting shallow and your face getting hot. this was not a conversation you wanted to have after the shit you went through with shinso today.

“i like that you live here, but sometimes i think about how different it would be if you didn’t.” these words sounded way different in his head. he was really trying to express how much he DID enjoy you living here. god what the fuck is going on? he had never felt this helpless before, but something about you, right now, made him unable to think straight.

how were you supposed to react to this? was he meaning to say this? had he been thinking this since you moved in?

“i mean, like, maybe it would have been better for you if you didn’t move in.” he said, his mouth going dry.

“better for me how, katsuki? you’re really throwing me for a loop right now.”

“fuck. okay i’m gonna go get us some waters or something.” he responded, not hesitating to get up off the bed and make a beeline for the door, leaving the conversation unfinished.

you stared after him, mouth agape, as each possible thought ran through your head. without thinking, you were on your feet following after him. he hadn’t made it to the kitchen yet when you called out to him.

“what do you mean katsuki?” you could feel your throat start to ache as you held in your emotion.

“just give me a second, okay?” he said turning to look at you, and quickly turning back.

kirishima sat on the couch watching this interaction, confused as to what the hell was going on, while sero and denki were in the kitchen trying to make a video when they heard your voice.

“no katsuki i need you to talk to me. do you all feel this way?”

bakugou stopped in his tracks and sighed, putting his hands on his hips and turning to face you. the two in the kitchen had come out from behind the wall to see what was happening while kirishima paused the video on his phone to try to figure out what you were talking about.

“i fucked up my words alright? i didn’t mean it the way you’re taking it.” he said calmly, hoping he could defuse the situation.

“how else am i supposed fucking take it? you basically said you wished i hadn’t have moved in!” you were entering the shouting zone now. you were really trying to control your emotions but hearing what you heard from bakugou was the last thing you wanted to come out of his mouth.

“fuck y/n. that’s not what i meant.” he said rubbing his face. did he even know how to explain to you what he meant? that if you hadn’t moved in maybe he wouldn’t feel this helpless and confused? that if you hadn’t moved in he wouldn’t worry about you constantly? how he would still feel normal if you weren’t here?

“then tell me katsuki! please!” you begged, “do you hate me or something?”

his eyes widened and he took a step toward you.

“god, no i don’t hate you.”

the other three that were in the room looked at each other in utter confusion. denki looked at kiri with a look that said “should we step in?”

“i’m saying that if you weren’t here things would be different, but i don’t mean that in a bad way.”

“i think i’m confused how you don’t mean that in a bad way. it sounds like you’re saying you just wish i didn’t move in.”

“FUCK. i don’t mean it like that, okay?” his arms were raised at his side. “i mean, like, we’re idiots and maybe you would have found better somewhere else.” was he saying the right things?

“i already explained that i love you guys and i don’t regret it. you definitely have your moments where i wish i could shut you all out, but that’s normal.” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“that’s one of the things i’m trying to get at here! no one asked you to move in, but you’re still here.” fuck that’s not how he meant to say it. he meant to say it like “no one made you choose this place but you chose it anyway”. he was royally fucking this up.

your faced contorted into one of confusion and frustration. no one asked you to be here? maybe he meant to word it differently but his tone was betraying him right now. bakugou was so difficult to read and it made you want to grab him by the head and slam him into a wall.

“no one asked me to be here? i think the ad kirishima posted would say otherwise, bakugou.”

“oh my god, that’s not how i meant it.”

kirishima finally got up from his place on the couch and walked to where you two stood.

“okay guys, wanna tell me what the hell is going on?”

bakugou looked at kirishima with a look that said “please go the fuck away” but also “please help me” and then looked back at you. it was obvious you were trying not to cry and he wanted to grab you right there and pull you in.

“i…um. i think i’m just gonna…” you said, turning on your heel toward your bedroom.

the boys surrounded bakugou, questioning him immediately.

“what the fuck did you just do bro.” kirishima said, grabbing him by the shoulder.

bakugou stared blankly toward where you walked away, saying “fuck” in his head over and over. he had never felt this anxious in his life. he usually didn’t care what words came out of his mouth or how they came out, but tonight, not a single word came out the way he wanted it to. he wanted to explain what he meant, but he wasn’t even sure how to do that.

“katsuki. dude. hello?” kirishima said, knocking bakugou out of it. “what the hell just happened?”

“i don’t know.”

“what the fuck do you mean you don’t know?” kaminari responded.

“i’m gonna go talk to her.” sero said, slipping past the other three.

when you heard a knock on your door you hesitantly answered, seeing your black haired friend staring back at you. you were in the middle of packing a bag to stay with jirou and mina. maybe you just needed to get out of bakugou’s hair for a few days, maybe give him some space to let him breathe. something had obviously been wrong with him recently and maybe this was a result of it. you didn’t want him to harbor any negative feelings toward you, that was actually the last thing you wanted.

“what happened?”

“i don’t know.” you said returning back to your bag, “i think he’s going through something and obviously i’m not making it any better, so i’m just gonna stay with jirou and mina for the night.”

“dude, please don’t. bakugou is really bad with words, i don’t think he meant a single thing he said.”

“but what if he did?” you turned to look at sero, tears fully streaming down your face now. he was quick to pull you into a hug as you cried into his shirt.

“maybe i did something wrong.” you said in between tears.

“no, y/n you didn’t do anything wrong. he is just really bad with people for whatever fucking reason. just let him figure out what he wanted to say.”

you broke the hug and zipped your bag up, slinging it over your shoulder.

“i love you all, but i think i’m going to give him some space for a day or two. i don’t know if he meant what he said but i care about him enough to not want him suffering just because i’m here.” you said, walking toward your door and leaving sero behind.

the others watched you walk toward the front door, their mouths wide open as you said goodnight to them before shutting the door behind you.

“you’re fucking joking.” kirishima said with a look to sero.

sero looked at bakugou and sighed.

“she’s doing that for you bro. she thinks maybe her not being around for a few days will help you clear your head. even though you said whatever fucked up thing you did, she’s still prioritizing your stupid ass.”

“she’s leaving?” katsuki responded blankly.

“like i said, doing it for you. not even because she’s mad at you, but because she’s fucking worried about you.”

“oh my god bro.” kaminari said, pacing the room.

bakugou silently walked to his room, only thinking about what he could do to fix the shithole he just put himself in.

you made it to your car and called jirou. she was quick to invite you over, saying you could stay as long as you needed.

with the windows all the way down, you drove with tears in your eyes and your music blaring, ignoring your phone as it lit up with missed calls and messages.

this felt worse than anything you had gone through in recent months. this hurt you more than you wanted it to, but why?

you weren’t even thinking about shinso anymore.

an: long ass chapter, i’m so sorry😭 but this was the chapter i have had planned for DAYSS so i had to make sure it was thorough and somewhat well written. i love angst 😁 oh miscommunication trope, my beloved (it makes me want to shoot myself)

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