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[abby-badoobee]

𝖨𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾！ \(^ヮ^)/

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹

❀ 𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗒 • 𝖻𝖾𝖾 • 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗅 ❀

𝟨𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾／𝗁𝖾𝗋

－ 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 － 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋 －𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗇 －

fic requests are always prioritized (=^ ◡ ^=)

𝖱𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝟪：𝟣𝟪 ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

－－－

𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞!! 𝖩𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗓𝗈𝗇𝖾 ♡︎

𝖪𝗉𝗈𝗉 － ♫

𝖺𝗅𝗍： 𝖳𝗑𝖳 𝖻𝗂𝖺𝗌： 𝖡𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎

anime — ꧂

mha • hxh • 𝗌𝗄𝟪

superheroes — ☆彡

marvel • dc • invincible

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𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

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[sheastri]

Not Another Song About Love ft. Roderick Heffley

Synopsis: In which Roderick likes a girl that’s way out of his league and she might just like him back. And what’s all this hullabaloo about a project?

Pairing: Roderick Heffley x black!fem!reader

Warning(s): Dork in love

Master List

━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━

Chapter 1 : The Worst Day of my Life

Chapter 2 : This Isn’t the Hello Kitty Store?

Chapter 3 : Child of Divorce

More…

[secretumii]

I love him

[abby-badoobee]

ooooh mmmmy gooodnesssssss

[princessglitterbitch-deactivated]

fuck trump. free palestine. free sudan. free congo. free ukraine. free uyghurs. free tibet. fuck ice. eat the rich.

[abby-badoobee]

amen 🙂‍↕️

[abby-badoobee]

Meet the Cast!! (Pt. 2)

Tyreece (Tye) Duke 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 faceclaim!!

personality- nonchalant about everything (scared he'll turned out as reactive as his dad so he just shows little to no emotion at all), loud on the court but quiet anywhere else, lover boy at heart but terrified of falling in love, soft spot for animals (dogs specifically), secret nerd, music at all times, only at true peace by himself, gentleman to all, extremely organized, keeps himself busy but is getting burnt out, very smart but is starting to stop trying, beats himself up over small mistakes but is starting to not care

background- very closed off, lived with his dad after mom died, dad was very bitter after it happened and often took his frustrations out on him, basketball was his escape, scared of romantic relationships as he’s scared to loose another loved one, keeps everyone at a distance (except his best friend Cedric, but they now go to different schools across the country from each other,) everyone assumes hes a player when he's only ever gotten set up with girl and they never last longer than a month.

Wardrobe!!

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

Love Language

showing: acts of service receiving: words of affirmation

interests:

basketball (sports in general), anime, comics, videogames

extra:

very aware of his personal hygiene (smells very good)

Favorite anime is Tokyo Ghoul

collects comics buts hides them under the bed in his dorm

favorite hero is Nightwing

has an eyebrow slit

will listen to anything but his favorite artist is J. Cole

favorite color is blue

very good at doing his own hair

[abby-badoobee]

Meet the Cast!! (pt. 1)

Penelope (Penny) Lancy ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

faceclaim!!

personality- bubbly, smart, talkative- could make friends with a fruit fly, sometimes jumps the gun- shows too much too fast but doesn’t let anyone kill the lover girl in her, nerdy, sensitive (takes everything to heart but doesn’t tell anyone, just writes it in her journal), insecure of her looks (everyone tells her she’s pretty but can’t understand why a boy has never asked her out if that’s the case), unorganized in an organized way, animal lover, smarter emotionally than academically

background- full of love, grew up around people that didn’t appreciate her, loving family, inexperienced (only been in one relationship prior that she doesn’t count), always got made fun off for having “white” interests but later learned how to embrace it and not care

Wardrobe!!

--- ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

love language:

showing: gift giving receiving: quality time

interests:

anime, drawing, collecting, crochet, kpop/ kdramas

extra:

owns a digicam and takes it everywhere

brace-face, dimples, doe eyes

Alt gg is TWICE, Alt bg is TxT

shoujo girl fashion

favorite anime is Kamisama Kiss

favorite color is yellow

lotssss of hair

very feminine (loves princess treatment)

[lost-in-eriador]

in 2026, remember how GOOD writing feels. remember how satsfying it is to get your characters to the point you have been dying to get to, where they will experience the love, fear, relief or whatever the feeling you want to bring to life may be. let this year be the year of writing, prgress and of satisfactory endings.

[abby-badoobee]

2026 will be OUR year!!

[martinplaydabeat]

“JUST TO BE WITH YOU FOREVER”

∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎∞︎︎

summary: in which you do the “seeing if they melt into the kiss” trend with your cortis boyfriend

𝒻ℴ𝓇ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇

MARTIN

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The apartment was a mess. Shopping bags were scattered across the living room floor, new clothes draped over the backs of chairs, and half-empty coffee cups sat on the table. 

You had just come back from a spontaneous day of shopping with Martin, both of you laughing endlessly as you carried your purchases home. Now, you were sprawled on the couch scrolling through your phone, while he was tossing clothes onto the bed, humming to himself.

A good idea popped into your head, one you had seen trending online. You glanced at Martin, who was completely oblivious to the scheming look on your face, and smirked.

“Hey,” you called out, a little too sweetly for no reason.

“Hm?” he looked up from the pile of shirts, his brow furrowed.

“Stand up,” you commanded, gesturing with your hand like some sort of drill sergeant.

He tilted his head, confused. “Uh… okay?” 

He slowly rose, glancing down at you like you’d suddenly grown two heads.

“Now… arms up. Reach high,” you instructed, making him stretch like a reluctant toddler.

Martin raised an eyebrow, a small chuckle escaping him. “You’re being weird. What is this?”

“Just… trust me,” you said, suppressing a grin. You leaned forward, cupped his face lightly in your hands, and pressed your lips to his.

The moment your lips touched his, something shifted. His usual calm, playful smirk melted entirely. His hands instinctively rested on your waist, pulling you closer, and for a moment, it felt like time had slowed. You could feel him soften completely against you, eyes fluttering shut, lips parted in a way that made your heart stutter.

A few seconds later, he lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as you dangled like a monkey.

“I love you so much” he whispered against your lips, voice breathless. You laughed into the kiss, feeling the warmth of his arms as you both collapsed on top of the couch, you were practically lying on top of him.

You were both breathless, the room filled with the aftermath of laughter and the soft thump of hearts racing. Martin kept his hands on your sides, teasing, “I’m going to need that video later. Send it to me, okay?”

Curious, you leaned over to peek at his phone later that evening, only to see him carefully sliding the clip into a folder labeled “loml❤️.” Your chest tightened at the sight—it was cheesy, yes, but the pure sincerity behind it made your stomach flip.

“You really are ridiculous,” you said, nudging him playfully.

“I know,” he murmured, grinning, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “But you love it.”

You smirked, letting yourself snuggle closer, still giddy from the moment. 

Somehow, amidst clothes strewn everywhere and shopping bags threatening to topple, the apartment felt warmer than ever, just the two of you, tangled in each other and in the simple, perfect chaos of being together.

JAMES

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You and James had just gotten back from dinner, still laughing about little things from the restaurant—the way he tried to impersonate the waiter, how the breadsticks disappeared faster than expected, the silly inside jokes that only the two of you shared. 

The apartment was quiet now, except for the occasional chuckle or sigh of contentment. You were sprawled across the couch with your phone in hand, scrolling absentmindedly while he leaned back, arms crossed behind his head, grinning at something you’d just said.

A playful idea popped into your head—the “seeing if he melts into the kiss” trend you’d seen online. It seemed like the perfect moment: relaxed, lighthearted, with just the two of you.

“Hey,” you said, nudging him gently. 

“Stand up for a sec?”

He raised an eyebrow, smiling, and got to his feet. “Alright,” he said casually, still chuckling from the dinner conversation.

You set your phone on the coffee table, positioning it to record, then gave him a quick instruction. “Hands up.”

James raised them, his expression curious but relaxed. For a split second, he flinched, and the movement made you laugh. You leaned in closer, and before he could react further, your lips met his.

The kiss started soft and casual, testing the waters, then deepened slightly as he relaxed into it, his flinch fading into something more natural. 

Your hands found their way to his shoulders, his hands resting lightly on your waist. It was intimate without needing to be over the top—just a moment where the playful energy of the night shifted into something warmer, more connected.

When you pulled back slightly, both of you were smiling, catching your breath.

“You flinched,” you said, pointing at the phone where the camera had caught everything.

He shook his head. “I thought you were gonna tickle me,” he admitted, a slight laugh in his voice. “I wasn’t ready for that.”

“Yeah, I should’ve just tickled you,” you said, replaying the footage.

He leaned down, pressing a quick, gentle kiss to your forehead, and the playful mood softened into something quieter. “It would’ve ended with me kissing you anyway,” he murmured.

You laughed quietly, settling back on the couch next to him. The rest of the night drifted by in calm, warm conversation, occasional teasing, and the comfortable silence of two people who didn’t need words to enjoy each other’s company.

JUHOON

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You were lying on Juhoon’s bed, scrolling through your phone while he leaned back against the headboard, headphones in, casually tapping along to the music. The room smelled faintly of his cologne mixed with vanilla from the candle he’d left burning. It was quiet, relaxed—the perfect kind of lazy afternoon.

You laughed softly at a meme, and he peeked one eye at you. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just a stupid trend,” you said, hiding your smile behind your phone. 

But then, a video caught your eye: “seeing if they melt into the kiss.” You stared at it for a second, and before you knew it, you were already plotting how to try it with him.

You shifted closer without making it obvious, keeping your tone casual. “Hey… can you stand up for a sec?”

He looked at you, eyebrows slightly raised. 

“Stand up… why?”

“Just… stand,” you said, a little quicker now, gesturing. “And put your hands up high.”

Juhoon raised an eyebrow, smirking a little, but didn’t argue. 

“You’re acting kinda weird,” he said, still calm as ever.

You leaned up and kissed him. At first, he froze, but only for a second before melting into it. His lips curved into a soft smile, and he tilted his head slightly. One hand moved to cup your cheek without him even thinking about it.

When you pulled back slightly, catching your breath, he groaned quietly. You barely had time to laugh before he leaned back in—this time, moving just enough to cover the camera with his hand so the kiss was partially hidden from view. 

After you finally pulled back again, your lips tingling and your chest warm, you noticed his hand still covering part of your phone’s camera. Only a sliver of the room was visible now. You blinked, then laughed softly, tugging at his wrist.

“Hey, why’d you cover the camera?” you asked, half-teasing.

Juhoon glanced down at your phone, then back at you, calm and unbothered. “Don’t want anyone seeing us like this,” he said, thumb brushing your cheek lightly.

You blinked at him, heart doing a little flip. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said simply, shrugging like it was no big deal. Then he pulled his hand from the camera and rested it at your waist instead, keeping you close.

You leaned into him, forehead resting against his chest. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you easily. The room was quiet again, just the two of you, and it felt normal and right.

“You melted way to quick” you said teasingly, tilting your head.

Juhoon chuckled quietly, pressing his chin lightly to your head. “You already knew I was going to,” he said.

You smiled, settling closer into his side, and let the quiet comfort of the moment sink in.

SEONGHYEON 

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The sunlight poured gently through the kitchen window, hitting the countertops just right and casting soft golden lines across the floor. The morning had been slow and quiet—breakfast done, dishes half-washed, the smell of toast still lingering in the air. You were sitting on the kitchen stool, scrolling lazily through your phone, while Seonghyeon moved around efficiently, putting plates away and rinsing cups.

He hummed softly under his breath, the kind of content, almost imperceptible hum that made your heart squeeze a little. There was something comforting about these ordinary mornings with him—the way the world seemed to pause, just long enough for the two of you to exist in a tiny bubble of domestic bliss.

Then, the perfect idea struck you. You glanced at your phone, quickly setting it up on the counter to record, angling it so it could capture both of you. Your pulse quickened with anticipation. The “seeing if they melt into the kiss” trend… now or never, you thought, biting back a grin.

“Seonghyeon,” you called softly, standing from your stool. He turned, raising an eyebrow as he wiped his hands on a towel. 

“Um… could you do me a tiny favor?”

“Anything,” he said instantly, his tone warm, his eyes soft as they settled on you.

“Just… stand here,” you said, gesturing to the spot near the counter. 

“Hands up, like this.” You demonstrated, stretching your arms just above your head. “I… uh… want to try something.”

He raised his hands obediently, his posture perfect, his expression composed. 

He knew you well enough to trust you, even when you drag him into doing weird trends. 

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips as you stood close to him, heart beating a little faster than it should have.

You leaned in slowly, pressing your lips gently to his. At first, he stayed calm, lips barely moving against yours, like he was testing his own patience. You could see the control in his posture, the slight tension in his shoulders—but you also saw the softness in his eyes, the way his gaze softened as he held back a sigh.

And then, subtle at first, he let go. His shoulders slumped a little, a soft exhale escaping as he melted into the kiss. His lips pressed more firmly to yours, warm and insistent, and when you pulled away just slightly, he tilted his head, chasing your lips with his, eyes half-lidded, giving in completely to the moment.

You laughed softly against his lips, pulling back just enough to reveal the camera. “It’s a trend!” you said breathlessly, cheeks warm from excitement.

Seonghyeon froze for a second, ears turning a faint shade of pink. Then a shy, proud smile spread across his face, eyes lighting up.

“You… you recorded that?” he asked, voice playful but tinged with embarrassment.

“Of course I did!” you giggled, brushing a loose strand of hair from his forehead. He shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping him, still hovering close to you.

After a moment, he cupped your face in his hands, thumb brushing across your cheek.

 “You’re impossible,” he murmured, leaning in for another kiss, slower this time, more intentional. 

“You still love me though, ” you respond.

His grip tightened slightly, like he was making sure you didn’t slip away, his nose nuzzling yours as he pressed one last, lingering kiss to your lips.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing a little heavier than before. 

“I do,” he whispered, shaking his head with that perfect mixture of exasperation and adoration. 

You laughed, heart full, watching him go back to the dishes—but now, every glance he shot your way carried that same warm, teasing pride. And you knew, without a doubt, that even a silly little trend could turn into a memory you’d both treasure forever.

KEONHO

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It was one of those slow afternoons where time didn’t feel real. Keonho’s place was quiet except for the low hum of the AC and some random playlist playing softly from the speaker. You were curled up on his couch, legs tucked under you, scrolling aimlessly while Keonho sat on the floor with his back against the couch, absently leaning into your knees as he fiddled with his phone. Nothing special planned. 

Just being together.

You’d been like this for a while—comfortable silence, occasional teasing, Keonho stealing glances up at you with that lazy smile he always got when he felt at peace. 

He reached back at one point, lacing his fingers with yours without even looking, squeezing gently like muscle memory. It made your heart do that stupid little flip it always did.

That’s when an idea sparked.

You shifted slightly and said casually, 

“Wait… can we do something real quick?”

Keonho looked up immediately, eyes lighting up. “What kind of something?”

You slid off the couch and grabbed your phone, trying to act nonchalant even though you were already smiling.

 “Just stand up for me. Like—right here.” You pointed to the open space in front of the couch.

Keonho raised an eyebrow but did exactly as you said, standing in front of you with an amused grin. 

“You’re being suspicious,” he said, sing-songy.

You ignored that and added, “Put your hands up. Like—all the way up.”

The second you said that, his expression changed.

“Oh,” he said, eyes instantly sparkling. 

“Ohhh. That trend.”

You froze for half a second. “What trend?”

He laughed, soft and excited, already lifting his arms above his head. “The kiss one. The ‘seeing if I melt’ one, right?” 

He looked way too pleased, like he’d been waiting for this moment.

You tried to stay serious as you set your phone against a book on the shelf, adjusting the angle just right. “Don’t overthink it,” you said, walking back toward him. “Just stay like that.”

Keonho nodded eagerly, arms still raised, shoulders relaxed, smiling like a kid who knew he was about to get candy.

You stepped closer, the space between you shrinking until you could feel his warmth. He looked down at you with that soft, fond look—the one that always made you feel like you were the only thing in the room. Then you leaned in and kissed him.

He melted instantly.

There was no hesitation, no restraint. The second your lips touched his, his arms dropped around you like gravity finally kicked in. 

One hand slid to your waist, the other resting between your shoulder blades as he smiled into the kiss, completely forgetting the “hands up” part of the trend. He leaned down into you, deeper, softer, like the kiss mattered more than anything else.

When you pulled away, laughing quietly, Keonho didn’t even open his eyes right away. He rested his forehead against yours, still holding you close. “That’s unfair,” he murmured. “You knew I’d melt.”

You smiled. “That’s literally the point.”

He opened his eyes, grinning wide. “Then I passed. Easily.”

Later, when you were both back on the couch—this time with Keonho’s arm slung around you and your legs draped over his lap—he insisted on watching the video. He replayed it once. 

Then again. 

Then again.

“Wow,” he said dramatically, shaking his head. “I didn’t even last one second.”

“You dropped your arms immediately,” you teased.

“Because it was you,” he shot back without missing a beat.

Before you could say anything else, he was already tapping away on his phone. 

“I’m posting it.”

You jolted upright. “Keonho—wait—” Too late.

He posted it with a simple caption—something cheesy and unmistakably him. 

Within minutes, his phone started buzzing nonstop. 

Notifications flooding in. He glanced at the screen, smiled to himself, then locked it and tossed the phone aside.

Instead of looking at it again, he pulled you closer, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

“Worth it,” he said quietly.

You rested against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, realizing that yeah—if melting was a choice, Keonho would choose it every time.

[abby-badoobee]

cuteness overload i love those boys sm!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[abby-badoobee]

masterlist!!

-multifandom author - no smut \^o^/

. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .

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My Hero Academia:

kirishima x reader

give you the world

What is Love?

synopsis

penelope lancy

tyreece duke

[abby-badoobee]

Give You the World ♡︎♥︎

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝖨𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 eijirou 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖽𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒， 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎

tags: black love, songfic, highschool, sfw, fluff, intentional lowercase

word count: 1360 (super short but super sweet)

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red flag number one.

it’s a 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒 morning like any other. you park your car in the student parking lot and enter the school for another 𝖽𝖺𝗒 of ignoring class work to waste time with your girlfriends. you enter the gates and look to your right, where 𝖾𝗂𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎 always hung out with his homeboys. usually, he’d look up from his conversation, catch you in his eye, grow a huge smile brighter than the sun, and 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 over with a side hug and a “ayeee, mornin’ ma!”

usually.

you enter the school, look to your right. you see his head of redhead hair in his group of friends. he looks up, surveys the area, glances over you with a jolt, and dips his head back into the group.

what the fuck?

“chill out, y/n,” mina says coolly after a vivid retelling in your first period. “he probably didn’t see you.”

you’re appalled.

“mina. we made eye contact. i know he saw me!!”

she laughs softly, shushing her and directing her attention to the teacher at the front. “we got a test next week, lock in, girl.”

and… what?!

are you insane or is everyone else insane??

red flag number two.

the two of you have one class together: chemistry. and while you were assigned different lab partners, you often 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 a way to converse and flirt during class. you sat at your desk waiting for the bell to ring, applying lipgloss in your phone camera. you hear his voice bidding his friends goodbye in the hall, and figure you can play the ignoring game too.

you keep your eyes fixed on your phone as he comes in… sits down.

what?

he starts up a conversation with his lab partner. you can’t hear exactly what he says as 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 across the classroom, but… he didn’t even spare you a glance. not even one sorry look in 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 direction.

just yesterday the two of you were in his car with the windows down singing along to your favorite songs.

there was twang in your heart. what’s going on?

the day went on, red flags three, four and five steadily revealed themselves, and you were damn near about to break down in the middle of your final class. no random 𝗍𝗂𝗄𝗍𝗈𝗄𝗌 in the middle of the day, no one walking her to her classes, no play fighting at lunch. you wanted to throw up. was he ghosting you? did you do something? did he do something and this was him feeling guilty?

you were so sure about this one.

not to mention your friends were absolutely no help. you tried venting about it at lunch and they just brushed it off! today was turning out to be one of the worst of the year, and you wanted nothing more to fall into your bed and let the pillows suffocate you.

the final bell rung, and you couldn’t have packed up your stuff faster.

you’𝗋𝖾 speeding to the front gate, a heavy，painful lump in throat and tear𝗌 only kept from falling by the will of your mascara staying in tact.

by your car, you 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 a commotion, a big group of people. ’jesus christ, what now?’

you borderline stomp to your parking spot, about ready to curse some people out, when you begin to 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾 a few— all?? of the teens in the huddle. you could hardly process that fact right now, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖺𝗌 your emotional regulation about to reach an all time low.

mina and kyoka emerge, and you stomach down the distaste you currently hold for them.

“what the fuck is going on,” you ask, voice more wobbly than you intended. you really couldn’t do this right now.

the two girls look to each other than back to you. “close you eyes,” kyoka said.

“i’m really not in the mood—“ you try to get out, but mina gives an “uht uht”, eyeing you to just go along with it.

you close your eyes. the sooner you get whatever this is over with the sooner you can go home.

the two girls guide you through what you can only assume is the crowd by the rustles and murmurs. you come to a stop, and you grumble, “y’all better not be playing with me.” there’s a few chuckles.

and then… a track you know all too well hits your ears.

baby i want a chance… to get you closer next to me…

your blind fold lifts, and there is 𝖾𝗂𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎 before you, holding a microphone and a grin far too wide. he’s changed his clothes— from his casual school attire, he’s now in a button down and 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌, his red dreads up in a ponytail and… did he even touch up his lineup??

you 𝗁𝖺𝖽 to laugh- despite the overwhelming urge to collapse in tears 𝖺𝗍 finally see those eye and smile directed at you. you hadn’t realized how much it meant until you thought it was lost.

said， 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅， “i’ll be patient and slow,” ‘cause i got time, shit, maybe forever

from behind his back he pulls a bouquet of flowers, offering them and his hand to you. you take them, and he pulls you into a slow dance, continuing on with the song.

tell me what i gotta do… to move a little closer to you…

you wrap your arms around his neck, lost in his eyes, forgetting everything happening around you. “what is this, 𝖾𝗂𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎?” you chuckle, though your eyes fill with tears.

“just a lil something i put together,” he answered, voice so soft and gentle－ oh you could listen to it all day.

he swings you out, spinning you back into his chest, you both facing the crowd

but i’ll give you the world… i’ll give you the world

from the crowd of their closest friends, you now fully realize, come Denki and Hanta, a poster stretched between the two, both with the dumbest grins on their face.

“𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝?” it read.

the tears are falling before you can even observe the rest of the poster. “Oh… eijirou,” you whisper.

he comes from around you, going to stand by his poster.

“i want to give you the world, y/n. please— let me?” he says, dropping the mic so his words are only heard by you.

you can only nod your head, words in short supply. you stumble forward, crash into his arms, nodding against his chest— surely smearing your makeup all over his nice shirt. oh well, you’ll definitely be buying him many more.

he chuckles, directing your gaze to his eyes, “is that a yes, ma?”

“yes!! yes- oh my god- yes, baby yes—!“ you cut yourself off, grabbing his face and kissing him with all the love you could muster in your body. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in and fulfilling the kiss with passion. the group of teens around you cheer, and you’re quiet sure all of them have their phones out to record. oh well.

~

the sunset over the ocean horizon was a sight to behold, but no sight could compare to the brown of his eyes.

“ah, it was killing me to ignore you today,” eijirou voiced, your head on his shoulder in the trunk of his car, his hand on the side of your thigh. after school that same friday, he told you to hurry up and get ready for a date night— their first official date. they went to a nice dinner, drove around with the windows down, then finally found a good place to park, music playing softly in the back.

“killing you?” you question with a laugh. “oh baby, you should’ve seen me.”

“ahh don’t remind me!” he whined, throwing his head back. you chuckle at his childishness, though your heart only swells with adoration. “trust me ma, the last thing i’d ever want to do to you is ignore you. forgive?”

you look up at him, he looks down at you. the smiles comes over you both in tandem. you give him a small peck. “forgiven.” you climb onto his lap, kiss him again. “but, you gotta make it up to me.”

he laughs, leaning back to be supported by the car seat. “i will, baby, i will. forever.”

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AN:

man, it’s things like these that make me think i’d be a great boyfriend if given the chance. these boys rlly have no idea what they’re doing smh

[rumisgf]

BAKUGOU BOYFRIEND HCS

summary: i’m getting katsuki brainrot again so here’s some boyfriend headcanons for the soul.

warnings: black!reader ofc, college!au, cursing, mentions of injury, suggestive if you squint, crack, feminine terms used

✧ first off, it was not easy to get to the point of dating. just because he’s so hyper focused on being a hero he definitely had to learn how to let somebody in his life, so y’all probably were in that talking stage for a hot minute before he finally asked you to be his 😭

✧ as a boyfriend though, bakugou’s very protective of you

✧ he always walk on the side closest to the street on the sidewalk, usually has a hand on the small of your back or on your hip, and insists he holds your hand while you cross the street

✧ never walk behind him. ever.

✧ it ends in him scolding you while grabbing you and shoving you in front or next to him

✧ he’s practically your bodyguard at this point, no one tries to approach you with bad intent when he’s with you

✧ when he’s not with you though, he still puts in an effort to make sure you’re good. he’s definitely a ‘call me when you get there’ and ‘call me when you get home’ type of boyfriend

✧ it’s known bakugou is very self disciplined. he goes to bed at 8:30, probably has a very good diet, and is keen on his hygiene. so naturally, he makes sure you do the same

✧ he makes sure you’re drinking enough water and if you’re hungry he’d much rather cook for you than order you something (also because cooking is his love language)

✧ and if your sleep schedule is messed up bakugou finds out….oh boy

✧ he’ll literally lift you up and carry you to bed when it gets around his own bedtime

“katsuki put me the fuck down!”

“it’s bed time, stop being a brat.”

✧ all in all, he actually enjoys taking care of you no matter how much he calls you a brat

✧ which, him calling you a brat is ironic, because bakugou acts like a bad ass little kid

✧ he’ll randomly cuss somebody out if they talk too much, he hates ties, he’ll do stupid dares denki tells him to do just to prove he can do it, and his every day mission is to get on your nerves

✧ he loves play fighting but he will not go easy on you

✧ your friends cannot take y’all in public without y’all randomly trying to tussle

✧ and of course he’s katsuki bakugou, so he likes to argue

✧ usually it doesn’t get too serious, it’s always over something so dumb he really just likes getting you mad because he thinks it’s cute

✧ but something bakugou also would never admit is he likes when you’re touchy or needy

✧ it makes him feel wanted

✧ he also constantly craves your comfort

✧ he does little things like coming straight to your dorm after a workout and laying directly on top of you while you’re laying down despite how sweaty he is

✧ leaning his head on your shoulder while you’re doing something so you can play with his hair

✧ acting grumpy when he wants your attention so you can eventually give in to him and give him forehead kisses

✧ he’s a big baby (but you love it)

✧ bakugou loves taking candid pictures of you. not only because he thinks you look so pretty but he heavily enjoys hearing you whine after you snap up and see his phone camera pointing at you

✧ despite what was stated earlier, he does like taking you to restaurants

✧ it’s an excuse for you to get all dressed up and for him to admire you

✧ as you can tell, he likes to give you princess treatment even though if anybody brings it up he’ll deny it profusely as his palms threaten to spark up explosions

✧ kirishima tried to tease him about it, that man barely made it out alive.

✧ bakugou pays for your nails, your lashes, your hair– anything you wanna get done he instantly is sending you money

✧ he goes all out of birthdays, brings you snacks for your classes, opens every door and pulls out every chair for you,

✧ and one time when all of bakusquad went out to eat, mina caught him cutting your food for you

“here give me that, ‘not even doin’ it right.”

“dude i got i-”

“hush, lemme see!”

“i said-”

✧ and he just started cutting your steak.

✧ speaking of, he’s very stubborn and has a particular way of doing things

✧ one time he tied your shoes for you because ‘you’re doing it the wrong way’

✧ mitsuki taught him the bunny ear method and he sticks to it to this day

✧ and he has his own weird way of loving you

✧ ‘stop being stupid’ always translates to ‘please be careful, i care about you’

✧ don’t get him wrong though, he loves bullying for you fun

✧ you cannot eat in peace around this man.

✧ ‘woah there little lady, you sure know how to put it away!’

✧ ‘damn, is it good???’

✧ you have to fight urges to smack him in the face on a daily basis

“…….eat! eat! ea-”

“SHUT THE FUCK-”

✧ whenever you accidentally scratch or cut yourself on something he scolds the hell out of you but is also the first one running to you

✧ it’s always him mumbling about how you need to be more careful while putting a bandage on your wound and gently kissing it after

✧ he drives you everywhere. you’ll never need an uber again dating this man

✧ you’re one of the only people who can genuinely make him laugh

✧ his friends got so shocked at first when you made a joke and he was crying laughing

✧ bakugou isn’t very fond of using social media, but when he does it’s mostly for you

✧ he’s one of the first to put you new posts on his story, and he always leave about three hearts under your comments

✧ maybe even a “so beautiful” or “my pretty girl” if he’s feeling giddy that day

✧ lastly, bakugou does not play about you.

✧ he will crash out about you any day he needs to and your wellbeing is his first priority

✧ he’s definitely gotten into fights over you and no matter how many times you tell him to chill, he doesn’t tolerate anybody who tries to disrespect you

✧ and anytime anybody even tries to hurt you, he nearly commits first degree murder

✧ he won’t say it out loud to other people but you’re truly his baby, and he cherishes you so much

✧ he never viewed himself as boyfriend material but for you, he really does try his hardest and it’s very apparent

@ rumisgf

[abby-badoobee]

soft bakugou im obsessed

[abby-badoobee]

story in the works!!

What is Love?! (≧∇≦)

genre: slow burn, romcom, black love, jock x nerd, soft love

I feel like soft black love is really underrepresented in the writing community. We never really get that shoujo/ k-drama type of love representation, so I volunteer as tribute!!

synopsis: 19 year old Penelope Lancy is fresh out of high school, ready for the incoming independence and solitude of university. The only problem? She doesn’t know anyone at her new school. Anyone except Tyreece Duke, that is, the all star basketball player from their high school. Penny didn’t know a thing about the boy— only that he was a player and obnoxiously talented at his sport. However, they were the only two graduates to find their way to LSU from their small town in Connecticut, but that may be all the connection they need.

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