ᥫ᭡ — 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !? : fluff, crack, smau(twt format), established relationship, holy oc ye it aint accurate,,holy ficking misspels,, well idk weird ass jokes& refs.. All pics r from Pinterest, notmine.. + @/Ynotme67 is reader, fem or afab idk..Nthis smauwas lowk inspired by: @/httpsitoshi 😅
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⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! Izuku midoriyaㅤ۪ ౨ৎ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! katsuki bakugoㅤ۪ ౨ৎ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! shoto todorokiㅤ۪ ౨ৎ
⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! ejiro kirishima ㅤ۪ ౨ৎ
⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! hanta seroㅤ۪ ౨ৎ
⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! denki kaminariㅤ۪ ౨ৎ
ᥫ᭡ — 𝐀/𝐍 : brodude i reached the pics limit b4 i could finish it soliek i had to slightly change my fuckass usual layout..bro..Turned outcute tho andi did this at like 1am and slept atlike 5 or 6 yo uhm first smau ever yay!!!! i fele like i was self inserting myself and naonao inthe commnets,, tsakasowyu di aq naka iphone❤️🩹
if i tell her i want to me moots she might think im kira but if i don’t tell her i want to be moots she might also think im kira…therefore i must use a simple greeting…a “hey” might suffice…— NO THAT SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING KIRA WOULD SAY! Hngh, damn you L! You got me trapped…I have no other option! It’s the only way…THE DEFAULT!
Your theme is really tuff, moots?? (Also i write on @forrikive , this is my main 😭✌️)
you’re so freaking cute ohmygod i love you, of course we can be mooties!’
a.n : from this little drabble I'm gonna be posting my long fics again and headcanons, this is kinda like a headstart for me to start writing again.. love, nancy!
satoru had gotten used to basic things in his life. i mean, from beauty standards being followed strictly and no rebelling.. what else is there to enjoy? its too perfect for him, which is shocking coming from someonewho considered the embodiment of perfect. not to mention the same mannerisms being recycled from others, he's so tired of it!
that's why he was shocked when he found you. you were special, unique and really pretty (not like the others weren't pretty, but he favours you more somehow) and most especially, your own self. he loved the way you had outfits for everything, he loved the way you laugh without care, he loved the way you joked with him, he loved the way you have that little shine your eyes, your personality.. he could go on forever on how you both were meant to be!
in the end though, he still firmly believes he won't get anyone who could replace you. call him pathetic but he knows he'll rather die in your arms to feel peace.
ܸ 𓈒 ♩ ຶ ⁺ ━━ repost from my main !! ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ﹙ ✿ ﹚ library
the car door shuts with a soft click.
the engine isn’t on yet, but neither of you move.
you can still feel the remnants of the night clinging to your skin—the cool air and leftover adrenaline.
you had climbed up a tree to get a cat, but ended up falling with the cat in your arms. luckily, you were caught by izuku before you hurt yourself.
his gloves are off, tossed in the backseat, and his hair is a mess from the wind, curls falling into his eyes.
“…that wasn't so bad,” you say, smiling sheepishly.
“yeah,” he chuckles, leaning back slightly. “just returning another cat back to it's owner.”
you let out a quiet, embarrassed laugh. “about that...”
“don't apologize again.”
“…it's so embarrassing!”
“don't worry, love. as your boyfriend, i'm supposed to be there when you fall anyway. just this time was literal.” he laughs softly.
“i suppose,” you say softly.
and then you lean in.
he freezes for half a second before melting into it as well. his warm palm comes up to cup, thumb brushing under your eye.
the kiss starts soft. hesitant, almost shy—as if he’s asking permission. you lean closer, hand sliding into his fluffy green hair.
his grip tightens in response, and with that, the kiss deepens.
neither of you wants to pull away. you can feel the way he exhales against you, the tension from patrol finally leaving his body as he leans into you more.
you finally pull back a few inches, his forehead resting against yours.
“…i missed that,” he admits quietly.
you smile, brushing your nose against his. “we were together all night.”
“well…not like this. we had to be professional, you know.”
this time, he leans in, less hesitant. still gentle, but more sure.
his hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.
you hum softly against his lips, and he smiles into the kiss.
“…we should probably go,” he pulls away, though he doesn’t move too far.
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