Bold Of You To Think I'd Get Anything Done Release Week Of A Taylor Album

no thoughts ...

just these pictures.

older brother’s best friend suna is so annoying !!!

like you come home to find him lounging in the kitchen with a bag of chips and he shoots you a look, asking “what are you doing here?” and you’re stuck there flabbergasted because the last time you checked, YOU lived here!

or how he has absolutely no regard for your personal space. he’ll plop down next to you on the couch and spend exactly .23 seconds being normal before he’s laying his long ass body down across the length of the couch and shoving his feet all over your face.

somehow the even more infuriating breach of personal space than feet in the face is when he crowds up behind you in the kitchen during another one of your parents family dinners, leaning down — his head almost resting on your shoulder — to reach into the fridge that you’d been scouring. not so much as apologizing as he grabs a bottle of beer and leaves.

or when you’re both hanging out in your brother’s apartment one night in college — YOU’RE house sitting for him as he visits his girlfriend, you don’t know what suna’s excuse is — and you’re on the couch just flipping through tinder. suna pokes his head over your shoulder, encouraging you to swipe left on every guy that you see for various reasons. “too scrubby” “he’s lying about his height” “is that a fish”. until you stumble across his profile — it’s barely even that, just a picture of himself and a short bio + some details. and the two of you sit there silently for a second until you cough and laugh breathily, breaking the ice by telling him what a shitty photo he chose. (you close the app as you tease him, though he doesn’t miss how you don’t swipe.)

or when he gives you tickets to his game against MSBY, explaining them away like “i had some extra ones” “your brother said he couldn’t make it” “i know you’re busy with school, just wanted to get them off my hands”. but has the dumbest grin on his face when he sees you in the stands. and after EJP wins the match, he heads straight over to you, slinging an arm over your shoulders emphatically and preening about how “you came just to see me ?? you like me or something??”

(“that his girl?” washio asks, nodding to where you and suna stand by the edge of the gym. suna’s face is lit up like a christmas tree, and although you’re rolling your eyes at whatever he’s saying, your smile is no less wider.

komori opens his mouth. closes it. opens it again “i-“. closes it. and then he settles for a shrug. “don’t know, honestly.”)

will bug you at 2am over text with offers of gamepigeon and trips to the nearby 24hr ramen place because he knows you’re awake and whether it’s through text or in person, though you win at 8ball every time, he relishes every second of the time he can get with you.

who stands on the balcony of his apartment with you at 11:58pm, a new year’s eve party in full blast on the other side of the sliding glass doors. his suit jacket is tossed over your shoulders and there’s snow in his hair and yours. you clink your champagne glasses at 11:59 and as the clock reaches midnight you lean up on the tiptoes of your heels and kiss his cheek. “happy new year, rin.” who wraps an arm around your shoulder and tugs you to his side, kissing your temple. “happy new year, scrub.”

who avoids your brother’s knowing gaze when they’re out with their friends and someone asks who’s texting him — his phone having most of his attention that night as you give him your live reaction to the show you’re watching. he replies “no one, it’s nothing” and your brother’s eyes narrow a bit — teasingly, appraisingly, knowingly— and the weight of it hangs between them for the rest of the night, though neither of them breach the subject again.

brother’s best friend suna who goes abroad for the olympics. who visits you before he goes — your apartment a quick stop on the way to the airport. you make him a cup of coffee and talk about everything and nothing, and he can’t tear his eyes off of you. you ask him if you can drive him to the airport but he shrugs and sets his cup down, claiming he doesn’t want to be a bother.

whose hugs are usually so obnoxious — big, bone crushing things where he practically lifts you off your feet, his arms enveloping your entire body — but today he hugs you softly at your front door, his head resting on top of yours for a few moments before he pulls back and smiles down at you, his usual snark returning with a goodbye of “don’t burn the place down while i’m gone”.

who knew that you had long since exited the realm of just being his best friend’s little sister but doesn’t realize what exactly you are to him — what he wants to be to you — until he’s home again and the adrenaline has worn off. your brother drags him into the house for a welcome-back dinner and although he’s over the moon to see your father and mother again, as they are him, his eyes dart around, looking for you.

and when he hears your voice (calling out “who’s at the door?”) and sees you at the top of the staircase, his heart feels like it stops. it only jumpstarts when you’re in his arms suddenly, barreling down the stairs and throwing your own around his neck as you laugh.

and he knows.

I miss matsukawa

🧡 dress up challenge with my muse 🧡 share and heart this post to unlock the next outfit! 🧡🧡🧡

outfit 1 unlocked: click here

★﹒₊‧ochako urakara as ur gf

< i hc that this girl is a full on lesbian so, yeah. written w fem!reader in mind (me) >

you were 100% her gay awakening. she remembers it so vividly too. you guys weren't best friends but still pretty close, she was hanging out with you in your dorm, doing a low budget spa day and watching the buzzfeed unsolved complications. she put on her face mask without a mirror so there was a noticeable spot uncovered and you, being the helping friend you are, offered to do it. she was laying down on your bed with you beside her, one arm over her body to keep yourself up as you leaned in close to massage more of the grey mask into her skin. you looked into her eyes for a moment but to her it felt like hours. her heart started beating faster, her body for really hot and jittery yet she couldn't move. then you lifted yourself up and laid down beside her to start the video.

you had to confess first. she was sooo convinced you weren't into girls, or into her, no matter how many hints or flirty remarks you threw at her. she also valued your friendship too much to throw it all away. (girl was willing to take these feelings for you to her grave)

she definitely wouldn't want to keep you guys on the down low. not a secret exactly, but not out there either. she cares a little too much about what ppl will think or say, and you don't really like since she never denies anything when ppl insinuate.

she love love loves going to the cafe, staying at home for a movie, or going to the book store as dates. ochako definitely prefers to stay in then go out, she just likes the intimacy of you two alone than being surrounded by strangers.

SHE IS A JEALOUS GIRL

she doesn't pout alone or go sulk in a corner when she gets jealous, she goes all crazy gf on y'all.

"hiya babyy" goes in for a kiss, running her hands along your body to pull away and go "oh who is your little friend?" all with smile. she isn't slick either, EVERYBODY WHO KNOWS HER, knows when she is getting all jealous and possessive.

since she gets jealous easily, it's easy to fix, just either A) ignore the person as soon as she comes over, or B) give her reassurance

also, her love language is quality time and physical touch

change of plans | master list

fuckboy!sero hanta x fem!reader

summary: Sero Hanta is a fuckboi if you've ever seen one. A smooth talker, tireless confidence, an amazing kisser... But you know he's going to become a much bigger headache than he's worth if you play into his little game. Problem is, he is way too good at luring you right back in.

total wc: (currently) 62k

NSFW 🔞 / tags / cw: university!au, no quirks, playboy!sero, slow burn, excessive flirting, fluff, slight angst, denial of feelings, pining, miscommunication, recreational drinking, recreational drug use (marijiuana), reader knows french, sero knows spanish, past relationships, meddlesome friends, smut, porn with (a lot of) feelings

you can also read on AO3

and special thanks again to leo @4xesp for helping me with the spanish in this fic and mia @pageantdisaster for helping with the french. i appreciate it so very much 🥹🙏

table of contents

🔞 — contains nsfw content

part 1 — birdfeeder

part 2 — aphrodisiac

part 3 — spider-man 🔞ish

part 4 — allons-y

part 5 — consequences 🔞

part 6 — sympathique 🔞

part 7 — reason

part 8 — mistletoe

part 9 — chance

part 10 — honest 🔞

part 11 — surprise 🔞

part 12 —

TAYLOR SWIFT | The 1975 concert 1/12/2023 via Huxley

★﹒₊‧Under the mistletoe

<Submission/ask: AHHHH more flustered crushing sero hcs, or maybe a lil imagine of him getting super flustered by his friend all the time and then getting caught under mistletoe ??? It’s so cute :’)>

a/n: ahhh sorry this took a little bit, but I finally finished it. I just couldn’t decide how I was going to make the mistletoe appear.. if that makes sense? Anyways thank you for requesting!! <3

as we all know sero is 100% the type to fall in love with his closest friend, he trust you with his life even if you aren’t in training to be a pro hero. he is beyond a simp you. he would pluck the stars out of the sky if you asked him too with that pretty smile of yours. Now on an angsty note; has cried to you belong with me and teardrops on my guitar by miss swift on repeat alone in his room because it absolutely crushes him to listen to you talk about this super fine, tall, skinny, darked haired man who you are in love with that, in his mind at least, definitely isn’t him. Yeah poor baby is absolutely clueless :/

But currently, instead of cooping up in his room being depressed about, what he thinks are his unrequited feelings, he is walking down the streets of Tokyo with you, watching the snowflakes fall and disappear in your hair. It’s moments like these he doesn’t think you can get anymore beautiful. And then almost on cue, you turn to him with your sparkling eyes an red nose, and he’s stood corrected. You look up at something and giggle leaning a little closer to him, eyes closing and lips barley pucked up. Oh my god- am I dreaming?? Is this actually happening or- he thinks to himself, is.. is she going to kiss me? Instead of moving closer or anything else romantic, he just stands there frozen with wide eyes. And then, just as you’re about to brush against his lips, you turn your head to the slide and kiss his cheek Pulling away and laughing at his stunned, and now confused face. “Uh- mistletoe!” You saying pointing above the two of you as if it was so obvious. sero looks up and just like you said, a little piece of mistletoe was hanging above the two of you.

Smirking to him self with a newfound boldness coercing through him, he looks down at you with that smug smirk and tilts your chin up with his fingers and leans into you. Not stopping for a moment before, you feel his chapped, minty lips on your soft, warm ones. Pulling away with a that smirk he leaned in with, he points and says “uh- mistletoe!” totally mocking you and your star struck expression.

— 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.

Just found this and u better believe im all 11 parts of this.

HERE IT IS, THE FINAL PART, I really can’t believe it’s been more than a year since I started drawing this, makes me so happy that so many people liked this AU that for so long Rose and I kept for ourselves, I’m so glad we decided to share it and turn it into this comic, IT’S BEEN SO AMAZING, Thank you all SO SO MUCH from the bottom of my heart for being here and for following this story, you’ve been so amazing and so patient, I’m so grateful I got to make this until the end.

I Part 11.2 I Part 11.1 I Part 10 I Part 9 I Part 8 I Part 7.2 I Part 7.1 I Part 6 I Part 5 I Part 4 I Part 3 I Part 2 I Part 1 I