Man,,, Ims O Tired Flmlflg

ෆ making the first move, gn!reader, reblogs appreciated, not proofread

characters, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, katsuki bakugo, eijiro kirishima, hanta sero

a/n: if you’re 18 and older don’t interact. these are minors, as am i and it makes me uncomfortable.

→ izuku never knew when the right time was. he didn’t want to screw it up, that’s why you were the one to do so. nothing big though because you didn’t want to overwhelm him. the simple gesture of holding his hand was enough to make him blush a hundred shades of red. but you walked hand in hand to your dorm before saying bye. once you’d hit your room door izuku was visibly freaking out walking down the halls. his hands were sweaty and his throat was tight. yet all you did was hold hands.

→ shoto unintentionally made the first move. with his lack of knowledge on things romance related he didn’t know anything like holding your hand would be a big deal. kissing? oh yeah he knew that would be, but hand holding seemed like it would’ve came naturally at the beginning of your relationship. why you hadn’t done so yet confused him. he saw it was the perfect time though when the two of you were walking back to the dorms in the chilly fall weather. he saw you shivering and decided maybe he could warm you up. so he reached for your hand with his left hand heated it up. even after you thanked him he continued to hold you hand the rest of the way. it was a nice feeling

→ with katsuki you made the first move. shocking? ehhh. i mean i don’t see him being the one to enable physical touch the first time. maybe after you do it because then he knows your comfortable. this time it wasn’t even hand holding. the two of you had returned to the dorms after training and were hanging out in the lounge. katsuki being himself was about to head to bed early so you stopped him. “wait i wanna give you something,” you said turning the ash blinds focus to you. as he stared at you waiting for you to ‘give him something’ you hurried to his side and placed yo lips on his cheek. “goodnight.” you smiled at him. his mouth fell open before he cleared his throat. “yeah, goodnight.”

→ eijiro wanted you to make the first move. for you guys it wasn’t hand holding either. that was a natural thing you both just did when you started dating. kisses on the cheek also became a gradually normal thing so ‘first move’ didn’t fit those. what it really was, was cuddling. the two of you had been sitting in his room watching movies on his bed—when you smoothly leaned your head on his shoulder in hopes he’d wrap his arms around you. the redhead froze slightly at the contact before hesitantly placing his arm of your shoulder. one thing leads to another and your arms are wrapped around each other as you slowly fall asleep in his arms. (amazing cuddles btw)

→ hanta tried so hard to be smooth about flirting with you prior to dating. it wouldn’t change when you were together. he never realized it but he already had a natural charm so when he terribly tried to flirt while dating it was never ‘smooth’—far from it really. what he did though was the classic ‘yawn-and-put-your-arm-over-the-shoulder’ thing. which did lead to you resting your head on his shoulder and eventually laying in his lap. so maybe it wasn’t the worst idea.

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god i need to write. i have no inspo

y’all really weren’t listening when taylor said so i wander through these nights, i prefer hiding in plain sight, my fourth drink in my hand these desperate prayers of a cursed man, spilling out to you for free, but darling, darling, please, you wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking, if you knew where i was walking, to a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there, where i pace in my pen and my friends found friends who care, no one sees when you lose when you're playing solitaire.

NOBARA NATION, WE'RE UP!!!

sugar, mitsuki & masaru.

560. fluff. in love with katsuki’s parents in a fond way. their dynamic is every important to me. masaru loves his wife so much and you should too. ( threat )

mitsuki makes her way into the kitchen just as the digital clock strikes 7.

it’s moments like these, suspended in time, that masaru truly gets to admire his wife’s serenity. mair a mess from rolling straight out of bed, robe sloppily hanging off one shoulder, and the matching house slippers katsuki surprised the two of them with two christmas’ ago that she refuses to throw out adorning her feet. unmistakably her.

he smiles into his coffee and she throws him a look.

“what.” bitten off with a yawn and tapered off into something soft. unmistakably her.

“nothing, nothing,”

he sets to making her own cup and she smiles at him gratefully, pillow lines curving into her cheek just barely. and when he stirs milk into her coffee under her watchful gaze—very particular about the amount, she was—he realizes he’s smitten. a love born from the most uncanny of pairs held steadfastly for many years, and here he was, cheeks reddening at the thought of having a crush on his wife.

mitsuki sends him the second odd look of the morning. It's only been six minutes.

he clears his throat. “creamer?”

“mhm,”

he’s asked what it’s like ‘dealing with her’ a lot, lines blurred between joke and concern. and while he can agree that the two of them do make for a sight to behold, he’d do it all over again and still choose her. they didn’t see the funny faces she makes when she’s on the phone with a client she absolutely loathed, or the way she lit up at the sight of small dogs, or the hidden pride she had whenever someone talked about their son.

he’s mellowed out, now, she’d commented once with a faint sigh. he hadn’t missed the way the corners of her lips had turned up every so slightly, or the way her fingers had curled into the fabric of her skirt. the school’s been a good environment for him. was worried he’d never change, and… i recognize a part of it’s my fault as well.

masaru knows she’s the first person most would blame, but he knows he’s been too lenient, too underspoken. it’s a weight the two of them carried unspoken, each held down by the what if’s and could have been’s. but progress has been made, steps made towards a relationship better than what was left of it. he knows they still hover, awkward, ashamedly so–he’s so grown. so much more responsible–but they try. And while he doesn’t show it, he can tell that katsuki appreciates it nonetheless. (even if they are a little embarrassing.)

“sugar?”

“yes?”

he stops stirring abruptly, desperately fighting back the flush threatening to spread across his features, and gives her a pointed look of slight exasperation. he only relents when mitsuki poorly tries to hide a grin into the palm of her hand, her quiet snort a dead giveaway.

masaru sighs fondly and adds two spoonfuls of sugar. nineteen years and he’s still falling for the same jokes. he supposes it’s worth it, getting to see her smile like that.

sliding the cup over when finished, he watches as she takes the first sip, something horridly sappy banging alongside his heart when she hums her delight, content lifting her lips into a brilliant smile.

“thank you.” for choosing me. for katsuki. for the coffee.

definitely worth it.

Help I think I like someone and I wana be their lover alexa play lover by Taylor swift

🎐🗓️🎏First meeting

(Inspired by “Something (just like this)” by OfMermaids on AO3,,, AAAA SUCH A GOOD FIC,,, it has overtaken my whole life on the times I’ve read it 😭💖I could write a whole love letter to the fic cause it’s just so beautifully written, and it feels like every paragraph has a purpose, sometimes the purpose being trying to show you the little things 🥺💖 and the plot omg the plot,,,, SOOOO well thought out!! I deffo recommend it if u like self insert 🥺

★﹒₊‧oddly specific headcanons abt; SERO HANTA + his style

he's the gorgeous love child of Pete Davidson and Roderick Hefley.

also he's a benie/bucket hat enthusiast. he has like about 14 hats- 9 solid color ones and 5 logo type ones. he also wears a fanny pack but he wears it across his chest loosely.

finger boards... that's it. his little brothers once brought one home from on of their friends and he stole it and started getting really good at it. if you don't know what a finger board is then here

he's a really good skater and can do all sorts of bmx bike tricks

during the winter, the high school his mom taught at (see this hc) drained the pool there, so him and his friends would skate in the pool in middle school and he still does when he goes home for winter break. (idk if this is actually a skater thing, but my dad said he used to do it so)

he taught denki and mina how to skate. denki is shit but mina learns fast, she prefers roller blades tho.

he likes vegetables rather than fruits. also while at the skate park or during class denki and bakugou have those hot chips and sero pulls out his bag of celerey and carrots (cute boy)

was vegetarian until he got to ua and realized he kinda needed meat as a proteins source for hero training #sad also the meat/ protein substitutes were just wayyyy too expensive

he thinks he's a dog person but when his sister asks him to catsit for her while she's out of the country, he falls to the cat loving dark side.

despite his mom being an english teacher (again see this hc for background) he hates reading.

his whole family thinks he's had adhd or some variation bc his inability to focus was a big problem in his younger years, but now he's learned to... cope? manage? idk.

plant dad.

hii can i ask for prompt 2 with bakugo for the drabble event? sfw pls !! thank u :)

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆

ও rating. sfw

ও prompt. “can I kiss you?” | wc. 500+

cw/ tw. friends to lovers, fluff

ও featuring. Bakugou x Fem!Reader

ও an. oh my gosh, I was so excited to see someone requested something for my favorite blasty boy:3 there was going to be angst, but I just miss him so there's nothing but some good ol' strangers to lovers vibes| tee's drabble event

The new girl running the front desk at the gym is going to be a problem.

It starts with her smiling too brightly as he walks in one morning, all teeth and that little twinkle in her eye that feels like trouble when she scans his membership card.

“Good morning, Mr. Dynamight.” 

“It’s just Bakugou,” he tells you as he takes his card off the counter. 

The following day, it’s the same, except Denki is there to make it worse.

He nudges Bakugou with his elbow. “She’s kinda pretty, huh?”

“Shut up,” he grumbles. “She’ll hear you, idiot.”

Whatever, he’s not blind, but he doesn’t have the time—even if she smiles at him like that and how he’ll think about it later: on missions, at his desk, during conference calls. See, a distraction in the disguise of a gym uniform polo and khaki pants.

Honestly, it’s that she—

(You try to make small talk with him every morning, and Bakugou is starting to think it’s just for him because on the days he doesn’t come alone, you merely scan his card and go back to reading the open book on the desk.)

That she almost—

(He bumps into you at the supermarket and makes a dumb joke about carrots that makes you laugh. He's a little tongue-tied and awkward afterward because he wants to hear it again. Instead, he tosses daikon in his basket and walks away.)

It’s nothing—

(Bakugou doesn’t know what he’s doing the first time he invites you on a night out to meet his friends. He’s dated and had hook-ups before, but this isn’t like that. His palms are sweaty, more than usual, and no amount of wiping them on the thighs of his jeans keeps them dry. Then you walk into the bar in a maroon dress, and he wishes he wasn’t introducing you as his friend.)

But she—

(You start sending him texts in the morning. Never an actual good morning text, but of: the dogs you take on walks, the sunrise, the new flower box in your window. Somehow, it’s better.)

She really is—

(His house feels too hot, and he’s not even paying attention to the movie because you're so close; your leg drapes over his under the blanket, fingers fisting into his sweater at his stomach. 

It feels monumental—something more than the gentle touch to his elbow while squeezing by each other in the entryway earlier. 

He must be staring because you glance up at him, smiling, and the sound from the TV turns into white noise in the background.

“Can I…Fuck,” Bakugou sighs over how pathetically he’s messing this up. “Can I kiss you?”

When your lips press against his, it feels like falling and flying.)

“I knew you’d be trouble,” he tells you one day, glaring at the asshole further down the bar who didn't know how to keep his hands to himself.

“Oh, yeah?” you giggle, leaning into his side.

“Yeah,” the corners of his mouth quirk, though he hides it when he presses a kiss against your temple. “A real pain in my ass.”

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