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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

the box is heavier than you remember. or maybe it’s just you. maybe it’s the weight of the years, of everything you lost, of everything you never got to say.

you don’t even know why you’re doing this. you should’ve just left it buried in the back of your closet, let it collect dust, let the past stay where it belonged.

but you didn’t.

and now here you are, sitting cross-legged on your bedroom floor, sifting through pieces of a life that slipped through your fingers.

old movie tickets, a tiny stuffed keychain he won for you at a festival, a wrinkled napkin with katsuki’s handwriting telling you to stop being an idiot and eat something.

you laugh, but it doesn’t reach your eyes.

your fingers tremble when they brush against the stack of photos at the bottom. a part of you wants to put them away, to close the box and shove it back where you found it. but your hands move before you can stop them, flipping through moments frozen in time.

and then you see it.

the one picture that guts you.

it’s nothing special. not posed, not planned. just a random snapshot of you and katsuki, sitting side by side. you’re talking, mid-sentence, probably rambling about something, and he—

he’s looking at you.

not annoyed, not exasperated, not even pretending not to care.

he’s looking at you like you were everything. like you hung the damn stars. like he could sit there forever, just listening to you, just being with you.

your hands shake as you run a thumb over the faded edges, the ache in your chest growing unbearable.

because you don’t have this anymore.

you don’t have him anymore.

and maybe, in another life, in another timeline where things played out differently, where you fought harder, where he stayed—maybe you’d still have the chance to see him look at you like that.

but in this life, all you have is a picture and the ghost of what could have been.

Bakugo Activities, x

Sero thoughts!

Masterlist!

In my mind Sero can play the guitar and the ukulele so beautifully and he can also sing, I feel like he would actually have that scratchy raspy singing voice that's so pretty and relaxing loll!! and its a plus he also can sing in Spanish because again in my mind Sero is half Mexican half Japanese. Sero one time stayed up to 3am to write a song for you and when he played it for you you literally started tearing up because is was so beautiful and full of love. Sero is such a love struck boy like seriously you do something to that boy he is absolutely OBSESSED with you to the point it's so adorable. Most of the time he doesn't really sing in Spanish because he feels like his voice isn't as good as it is when he sings normally (which is such bs) but if you beg him (ask once) he'll do it for you because ur his sweet little baby! If you ask him so sing you too sleep he usually always sings in Spanish then because you mentioned one time before y'all were dating that weirdly Spanish music helps you fall asleep so now every time you ask him to he sings in Spanish. He's so lover boy coded guys like idk what it is about him but something abt him just gives off such lover vibes and its so cute SIGHHH I wish he was real :(

Songs he would sing to you:

I crave for some fics where bkg just...crushes on his classmate,,nothing more..nothing less,,,just some highschool puppylove.

There are days where bakugou wonders how it would feel if you had awoken in his arms. He cooks early in the morning fantasizing that he's making food for two.

Days where soft rain pours outside his window, morning spent daydreaming of you shaking him awake on a Saturday to tell him that it's raining.

He blinks at his ceiling and sighs, forcing himself to get ready and go to the common area.

You're sitting near the window. Bakugou can see a mug in your hand with a mysterious liquid he can only guess could be tea. He sneaks by you into the kitchen.

"Bakugou?"

He hears your voice call out to him softly. For a brief moment, he pinches his eyes closed and sighs. He turns his body around and glares to your hunched figure.

"Hah?"

You wave softly at him before returning your gaze at the soft rain that pours outside. Bakugous eye twitches and he grips his fists tightly before retreating back into the kitchen. The sound of plates hitting each other cut through the air, his mind unconsciously grabbing 3 eggs and oiling up a pan.

You shift in once hearing your name being called.

"'Made some shit for you. Know you don't eat breakfast so hurry up."

Bakugou watched as you walk bewilderingly, wobbling out of your blanket-like-cocoon and to the dining table. 2 plates were placed shoulder to shoulder, one lathered with—what seemed to be hot sauce.

The plates are cleaned within a few minutes. And with a satisfied grunt from Bakugou, he turned to leave towards his dorm.

"Ah..thank you for the meal, Bakugou."

He departs with a gentle smile on his face, finally, finally, he cooked for you. Face planted on his palm with closed eyes as images of you and him together float around his head.

girl breakfast girl lunch girl dinner girl snack

beautiful

pairing: sero x gn reader

a/n: it's been a while, huh? hope this is enjoyable.

cw: self-deprecation, a bit of cursing.

sero applied to u.a. high with low expectations. he wasn’t even going to apply, but his mom drilled the “you never know until you try” motto into his head. she was his number one supporter throughout the grueling waiting period between his decision and the actual entrance exams. really, she went all schrödinger's cat on him: he’d been neither rejected nor accepted yet.

despite how ridiculous it sounded, it really helped. it calmed his nerves and helped him get past the entrance exams and into class 1-a. now, after three years, he still found the fact that he’d made it into the top class and come so far. he actually had to pinch himself from time to time to ensure it wasn’t some cruel dream.

he still struggled with his confidence sometimes, especially when he watched bakugo and midoriya and everyone else with their flashy quirks. it made him question if he truly belonged among the ranks of the elites–his quirk was tape. sure, that might be useful to swing around with like a natural-born spiderman, but it couldn’t help him incapacitate a rampaging villain. he had to leave that to everyone else.

he was so plain. he got reminded of that every time they went into battle or applied for internships. he was reminded of it just by looking in the mirror.

this plainess scared him out of pursuing potential romantic interests, which automatically labeled him the nth wheel when he went out with friends. seriously, it felt like everyone had found someone to love but him.

kirishima always nudged him when he complained about it, claiming that there were plenty of people that liked him; he was just blind and had his heart set on one specific person.

“seriously, sero, you stare at y/n, like, all day. they can’t read your mind, bro.”

he’d walked away from the conversation when everyone started collectively agreeing with him, opting to instead relish in his own presence up in his room. far away from you and your awfully enticing presence.

sero was completely oblivious to your reciprocated glances in his direction, especially when your gaze lingered just a second too long and you had to whip your head around in the opposite direction. you got the same talk from the rest of class 3-a, teasing you endlessly for your cowardice.

“sero’s too much of a wuss to confess to you, y/n. if you don’t do it, the two of you will never happen. guarantee it.”

kaminari really dissed sero when it came to his lack of ‘manliness’, especially to you. however, his claim really worried you. if kaminari was so sure that sero liked you, you should just go for it, right?

after sleeping on the decision, you finally decided you were gonna do it. you were giddy that morning, despite having hardly slept that night. your nerves were on fire, leaving a lingering tingle at the base of your spine as you walked out of your room that morning.

come lunchtime, you finally decided it was time to spill your guts to who you hoped would be your future partner.

too nervous to eat, you took a deep breath and made your way over to sero, who was seated between kirishima and kaminari. they were laughing and talking, which made up about 45% of the noise in the room.

“sero?” you noticed how the conversation came to a halt, cheeks warming as sero turned to face you, “can i, uh, talk to you?”

he looked over at kaminari, who was already all but shoving him out his chair and towards you, “oh, y/n! yeah, yeah. ‘course.”

you ignored the thumbs up once sero turned his back to the table, instead leading him out of the double doors and to a less crowded area in the hallway.

“woah, gonna murder me or somethin’?” he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

you laughed awkwardly, glancing to the side, “no, not planning on it. i wanted to,” you fidgeted with your hands, desperately trying to keep your eyes up instead of glued to the floor, “to tell you something.”

he looked equally nervous, arching a brow, “what’s up? did i do something?”

“no, no, nothing like that. i just wanted to let you know that i,” you paused, palms sweaty and clammy, “i really like you! and i’m—” you stammered, suddenly regretting your decision, “i’m sorry if that’s, uh, weird or something.”

he just stared at you for a moment, jaw quite literally dropped.

“sero?”

your voice seemed to snap him out of his trance, his eyes looking everywhere but at you, “y/n, i’m sorry. i just..” he bit his lip, a sadness washing over his face, “i gotta go.”

“sero,” you called after him, but he was already backing away and nearly running away from you, “sero, wait!”

but he was gone.

dejected, you found that you no longer had any sort of appetite and decided to go back to your dorm. so kaminari was wrong: sero harbored no feelings for you. not only that, but you were pretty sure you just ruined your friendship.

you deemed the rest of your day a miserable one and stayed in your room all day, wallowing in your own pity party.

that is, until kaminari knocked obnoxiously hard on your door and, once he realized it was unlocked, barged in unceremoniously, “y/n!” he panted, “what the hell happened?”

you frowned, sitting on the edge of your bed, “hello to you, too, kaminari.”

he rolled his eyes, strolling over to plop down next to you, “seriously. what went wrong?”

you pulled your knees up to your chest and rested your chin atop them, sniffling quietly, “dunno. he just kinda ran off. he doesn’t like me, kami. he doesn’t like me, and i just ruined our friendship.”

when he didn’t respond–which was already out of the ordinary for kaminari, considering he never stopped talking–you looked over to him, only to meet his dumbfounded expression.

“wow, you are, like, the dumbest person i’ve met.”

“um, rude?” you scowled, punching him in the arm.

“ow, ow! okay, maybe oblivious is the right word, i’m sorry.” he rubbed his arm, “what i mean is, the guy is insecure as hell, y/n. he doesn’t seem like it, but he really has, like, zero confidence in himself as both a hero and a regular person. he probably thinks he’s not good enough for you.”

“you can’t say that for sure. why would he not be good enough? he’s the badass hero.”

“yeah, but he doesn’t think that way about himself. he does like you though, y/n. honest. he talks about you all the time.” he chuckles, “it actually gets kinda annoying.”

you looked down, contemplating, “so.. what should i do?”

“go get him, duh! he’s holed up in his room, has been since lunch.”

you rubbed your stinging eyes and nodded determinedly, standing up and shaking off your nerves, “yeah. yeah, you’re right. i’m gonna go talk to him.” you walked to your door, giving kaminari a final glance, “thanks, kami.”

you almost ran to sero’s dorm, but thankfully you composed yourself enough to slow it down to a speed walk.

the moment you got to his door, you knocked. hard.

“sero, open up! it’s y/n.”

it was quiet for just a beat before sero’s nervous voice came floating to your side of the door, “i’m, uh, kinda busy y/n. maybe we can talk later.”

“you’re not pushing me away, sero. not again. now, let me in before i get bakugo to blow your door down.” you leaned your forehead against the door, hoping your urgency was soaking into the wood and flooding into sero’s room, infiltrating his senses.

“don’t!” he yelled quickly, knowing bakugo would gladly do it, “i’m coming, okay? don’t call bakugo.”

you smiled, satisfied as his nervous footsteps came padding towards the door. it swung open, revealing a cloudy-eyed sero.

“sero hanta, i can’t believe you ran away from me! what the hell was that?” you demanded, arms crossed tightly over your chest.

“y/n, i–”

“i’m not finished!” you cut him off, “sero, you’re an amazing hero, okay? you’re an amazing crime-fighter, an amazing student, and..” you trailed off, looking up at him with a small smile, “an amazing you. so stop doubting yourself, and stop letting that doubt get in the way of what you want.”

your sudden burst of confidence suddenly drained from your body as sero just stood there, speechless. it made you feel small and like you’d had the completely wrong idea. how humiliating.

“no—not that i’m what you want or anything. i just meant that you really need to have more confidence in yourself and–”

apparently, sero had found the confidence you lost, because he shut up your rambling with his own way of communicating: a kiss.

it was chaste and a bit awkward but beautiful all the same.

when the two of you separated, you grinned up at the blushing boy, throwing your arms around him.

“thank you, y/n. i’m gonna try not to ruin this.”

“everything you touch becomes better, sero. i trust you.”

before either of you could get another word in, a loud whoop came from down the hallway, belonging to one denki kaminari.

“guys, it happened! it happened!”

hope you enjoyed. reblogs are appreciated.

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 —

From the musical performance of Ouran High School Host Club in Japan!

Tokyo: 12/2-12/11, Osaka: 12/17-12/18

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Drawing the piercings sero has in my head

Nose, eyebrow, lip, ear