Rosina

Just 1 dense person

[rosinaparker]

Welcome!

Two users WERE sharing this account if you'd like to support my private account feel free to do so! @roseleestuff

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴇʀɪɴᴀ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ. -ʀᴏsᴇ✩

I am absolutely indecisive and always change my content-

But I will mostly write about:

Straykids

Schoolbus graveyard

Genshin

Mha

Haikyuu!!

REQ RULES

What I’ll write: fluff, platonic, angst, NSFW, Lemon, headcannons, oneshots, scenarios, imagines, character x character, x reader, afab, amab, male/female reader and gn reader♡

What I wont write: incest, SA, age gap, teacher x student and ocs

IMPORTANT

It will be mostly written as female reader! So if you want it to be gn/male please request it :)

Pretty inactive

I wont write for everyone nsfw since I dont feel comfortable with certain characters

Masterlist under the cut ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎

MASTERLIST

Nsfw will be marked red.

My Hero Academia:

Izuku Midoriya:

Simp!Izuku x reader

"Not Just Chocolate And Roses"

Bakugou Katsuki:

Explosive opposites

"Not Just Chocolate And Roses"

Shoto Todoroki:

"Not Just Chocolate And Roses"

Hitoshi Shinso:

"Not Just Chocolate And Roses"

Denki Kaminari:

"Not Just Chocolate And Roses"

Monoma:

Thats my girl

Hawks:

Midnight Conversations

A Midnight chase

Mina:

Shopping Spree

Straykids 9th Member AU:

Skz 9th member: Lost in Paris

It was an accident

Skz 9th member

Straykids:

Strict diet

Skz texts; they find out someone is flirting w u hyung line

Skz texts; they find out someone is flirting w u maknae line

Skz texts; how they show affection hyung line

Skz texts; how they show affection maknae line

Skz headcannons easter

Skz texts; how they act when you’re on your period hyung line

Skz texts; how they act when you’re on your period maknae line

Bang Chan:

Skz arcade date

Lee know:

The red means i love you

Cat cafe

Changbin:

Nothing yet…

Hyunjin:

A menace to society

Tickle headcannons

Felix:

Bf!felix headcannons

The red means i love you

Han jisung:

Hovering lips

Rainy day huh?

Spiderman au

Skz arcade date

Seungmin:

Need me that bad?

The red means i love you

Jeongin:

Skz arcade date

Schoolbus Graveyard:

First kiss scenarios

In my defense, it looked sturdy

We adjust

SH scars

Sbg angsty headcannons

Genshin:

Xiao: Sunshine!reader

Scaramouche: Sunshine!reader

Haikyuu!!:

Nothing yet…

Hope you stay for a while! ^^

-Rose✩

[rosinaparker]

Scaramouche, Xiao and Dottore (if thats okay) x sunshine!reader :33

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Xiao/Scaramouche x sunshine!Reader (seperate)

A/N: don’t feel quite comfortable writing for dottore so I left him out💔

ꜱᴄᴀʀᴀᴍᴏᴜᴄʜᴇ

“don’t you ever get tired?”

you find him sitting in the grass again. far from everyone else, like always. the sky is soft and wide above him, clouds drifting lazy, but he still looks like he’s waiting for something to annoy him.

you grin. perfect timing.

“you always sit here?” you ask, plopping down beside him without being invited. the grass bends under your weight, the sun catching on your hair.

he doesn’t look at you. “don’t you have anything better to do?” “nope.” you kick at a dandelion. “you?”

“being left alone would be nice.” you hum, pretending to think. “hmm… no. i don’t think i’ll do that.”

he sighs, sharp and tired, but you see the corner of his mouth twitch just a little. “you’re so irritating.”

“thank you.” you smile wide, squinting at him. “you say that a lot, y’know.”

“because it’s true.”

you lean back on your hands, feeling the breeze move around you both. “but you never tell me to leave.”

he pauses. doesn’t say anything for a while. only the sound of wind and grass.

“you’re loud,” he finally mutters. “too bright. it’s… tiring.”

“then close your eyes.”

he gives you that look. the one that says

you’re unbelievable. but he does it anyway. closes his eyes, lets out a slow breath. you watch the way his face softens when he isn’t frowning. it makes your chest feel warm in that weird, quiet way.

“see?” you whisper. “not that bad.” he opens one eye, just a little. “you never shut up, do you?”

you laugh. “not when i’m around you.” and maybe he doesn’t say it, but he doesn’t move away either. he just lets you talk, lets your voice fill the empty space he always pretends to like.

later, when you leave, the field feels too still. too quiet.

and he catches himself staring at where you’d been sitting, the grass still pressed down, the air still warm

“you’re insufferable,” he murmurs to the wind. But he’s smiling. Even just a little.

xɪᴀᴏ

“odd little light”

you always find him at the same spot. high on the balcony, where the wind never really stops. he looks like part of the mountain itself, still and far away.

you wave anyway. “hi, xiao!”

he nods, barely. it’s his usual greeting. quiet. almost shy. you walk over and lean against the railing beside him, watching the lanterns float in the distance.

“you come here every night,” you say softly. “don’t you get bored?”

“no.”

you smile. “i would. i like when things move.” he glances at you. “you are always moving.”

“is that a bad thing?”

he looks back toward the horizon. “it’s… different.”

you laugh under your breath. “different good or different bad?”

he doesn’t answer right away. just lets the silence stretch, filled with the sound of the wind and the faint rustle of your clothes.

finally, he says, “you’re… intriguingly odd.”

you blink at him, surprised. “that’s… new.”

“it’s not bad,” he adds quickly, like he’s afraid he said it wrong. you smile wider, warmth filling your chest. “well, thank you, i think.”

you don’t notice right away, but he’s looking at you. really looking. there’s the tiniest curve on his lips..soft, small, almost hidden.

you stop talking, caught off guard. “wait— did you just smile?” xiao blinks, startled. the curve disappears almost instantly. “no.”

“you did!” you laugh, pointing. “i saw it!”

he looks away, but his ears are pink now. “you see too much.”

“that’s because you never hide it as well as you think,” you tease gently. he doesn’t reply, but his shoulders loosen. the air between you feels lighter somehow.

you stay there together, saying nothing, watching the lanterns drift higher. and for a moment, he forgets about the silence he used to like so much.

because when you’re beside him, even quiet feels full.

[rosinaparker]

Hai •U•

May I request a Skz 9th member oneshot on how they’d react to Y/N on a strict diet. Would they encourage her to break the rules, or put themselves on the same diet so she wouldn’t be alone?

Sorry if this isn’t written well >_<

Thank uuu :3

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐭

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Skz x Reader

Warnings: (kind of an eating disorder), strict diet

A/N: sorry that I’m..legit a year late..but here it is!

If u have reqs, request them!!

ʙᴀɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɴ

You’d been carefully measuring out your food when Chan wandered into the kitchen, towel still hanging around his shoulders from practice. He watched you for a moment, his brows pulling together when he saw the single portion you plated for yourself.

“That’s it?” he asked gently, nodding at the food.

You sighed, bracing yourself. “I’m on a strict plan. I don’t want to break it.”

Chan didn’t say anything right away, just moved past you to the fridge. A few seconds later, he sat down at the table with his own plate, nearly identical to yours.

You blinked. “You’re really gonna eat like this?”

He gave you a small smile, leaning forward on his elbows. “If you’re gonna do it, I’ll do it too. No way you’re going through this alone.”

You tried to roll your eyes, but the warmth spread through your chest anyway. That was Chan..never letting you carry something heavy without him.

ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ

When Minho caught you turning down snacks for the third time that week, he didn’t buy it. He raised an eyebrow and shoved the bag of chips closer to your face.

“One won’t kill you.” You shook your head firmly. “Strict diet. No cheats.”

Minho scoffed, leaning back against the couch with his arms crossed. “You’re not a robot, Y/N. Stop acting like one.” He pushed the bag into your lap before you could protest. “Eat. Or I’ll make you.”

You shot him a glare, but he didn’t flinch. Beneath the teasing tone, you could see the worry in his eyes. He didn’t like watching you deny yourself everything, not when he knew you loved sharing snacks with them.

So you ate one chip. mostly to shut him up, and his smirk returned instantly. “See? World didn’t end.”

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ

You were sitting at the table, picking at your plain meal, when Changbin dropped his tray down beside you with a dramatic sigh. His was piled high with rice, kimchi, and grilled meat, the smell alone making your stomach twist.

He glanced between your food and his, then frowned. “That doesn’t look fun.” “It’s not supposed to be fun,” you muttered. “It’s discipline.”

Binnie leaned his chin into his hand, watching you with narrowed eyes. “Discipline is fine. But suffering? That’s dumb.”

Before you could argue, he pushed half his meat onto your plate. “Here. At least eat some real protein.” You tried to slide it back, but he shook his head. “Nope. If you don’t eat it, I’ll just sit here and annoy you until you do.” His grin widened mischievously.

“I can go for hours.”

You groaned, but one bite later, he looked smug enough for both of you. That was the thing about Changbin.

He wouldn’t let you be miserable, even if he had to bully you out of it.

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

Hyunjin noticed everything. especially the way you pushed food around without eating much. One night after practice, he found you sitting with a tiny portion on your tray.

He didn’t sit across from you like the others might. Instead, he slid right into the seat beside you, leaning close enough that his voice stayed just between the two of you.

“You don’t have to do this,” he murmured. You kept your eyes on your food. “It’s my choice.”

“I know.” His voice was soft, but his gaze was sharp, heavy with concern. “But you’re already enough. Even if you ate three bowls of ramen right now, nothing about you would change for me.”

You swallowed hard, blinking quickly. Hyunjin didn’t push further, but the warmth of his quiet reassurance sat with you long after.

ꜰᴇʟɪx

Felix respected your choice immediately. If this was something you wanted, then he’d stand with you.

“Then I’ll cook for you,” he said simply, rolling up his sleeves.

You blinked. “Wait- you don’t have to-”

“I want to.”

And he did. He researched recipes, tested meals, and made sure everything was healthy but flavorful. Sitting across from you at the table, he’d watch with that sunshine smile as you tasted the food.

“Good?” he’d ask nervously every time.

When you nodded, a little light would spark in his eyes. For Felix, it wasn’t about the rules of your diet, it was about making sure you never felt deprived, never felt like eating had to be punishment.

ʜᴀɴ

The first night you turned down fried chicken, Jisung gasped so loudly everyone looked up.

“WHAT?!” He clutched his chest. “Are you breaking up with me? Is this the end?!”

You laughed despite yourself. “I’m on a diet, Jisung.” He pouted dramatically, sliding his drumstick toward you. “Just one bite. For us. For love.”

When you shook your head, he leaned in closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Fine. Then I’ll sneak you chocolate tomorrow. No one has to know.”

“Han!” you hissed, trying not to laugh. His grin widened. “Rules are meant to be broken, Y/N. You can’t resist me forever.”

And maybe he was right — because the next day, when he pressed a square of chocolate into your palm with a wink, you didn’t resist at all.

ꜱᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

Seungmin raised an eyebrow the first time you refused fries. “Wow,” he deadpanned. “Look at you. The picture of self-control. Can’t even look at a french fry without flinching.”

You glared at him, but he smirked, popping one into his own mouth.

The teasing didn’t stop, but neither did his quiet support. Whenever you sat down with a plain, carefully portioned meal, he’d join you at the table. not to diet, not to copy you, but to keep you company.

He didn’t say it, but you knew what he meant: you don’t have to sit through this alone. His sarcasm was just his way of softening the edges.

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

Jeongin sat across from you, watching as you carefully peeled the skin off your piece of chicken before taking a tiny bite. He rested his chin on his hand, eyebrows scrunched together like he was solving a math problem.

“Does it even taste good like that?” he asked honestly. You shrugged. “It’s healthier this way.”

He hummed thoughtfully, then grabbed a piece of his own food. fried, crispy, dripping with flavor and bit into it loudly, exaggerating the crunch. “Mmm. Delicious. You sure you don’t want some?”

You glared. “You’re evil.”

“I’m helping,” he said with a sly grin. “If you can resist me, you can resist anything.”

Ten minutes later, though, he quietly slid a piece onto your plate, pretending not to notice when you caught him. You smiled faintly, and he tried to act like it didn’t matter.

But as you took a bite, he sighed under his breath. “You know… you don’t have to be so hard on yourself, right?” His tone had lost its teasing edge. “You’re already doing fine. More than fine.”

You looked up, a little surprised, and he only shrugged, cheeks faintly pink. “Just… don’t forget to be kind to yourself too.”

[rosinaparker]

HIII could u write a oneshot for Han? Anything will be great! Maybe a little tension…😍

Hovering lips

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Friends to…something more?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Han Jisung x Reader

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: years of friendship, endless teasing… until one quiet night in the kitchen, a brush of hands and a ghost of a kiss changes everything.

A/N: HAN JISUNG AAAAA, ahem yea here u go. absolutely send in more reqs for my husband

You’d been around the boys for years. close enough that their dorm, practice rooms, and late-night studio sessions felt like second homes. They treated you like family, and for the most part, it really was easy.

Except with Han.

The others noticed it too — the way his eyes lingered a little too long, the playful bickering that always carried a spark, the strange stillness that seemed to settle over the room whenever you two were close. No one said anything. Maybe out of respect or maybe because they were waiting for one of you to make the first move.

Tonight, the living room was loud, messy, chaotic. Laughter, snacks flying, music buzzing faintly from someone’s phone. You smiled but felt your head pump from the noise, so you slipped away.

The kitchen was quiet, calm. You poured yourself a glass of water..

You heard steps following you into the kitchen. Then you saw him. Han leaned against the counter across from you, arms folded, that calm, sweet expression of his aimed straight at you.

“Want some water too?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He tilted his head. “Yeah. Pour me some.”

You filled another glass and slid it across the counter. When he didn’t move to take it, you smirked. “You don’t even want this water.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and familiar. “Maybe not.”

He picked it up anyway, taking a sip before setting it down barely touched. Then he pushed off the counter and stepped beside you, leaning into the counter yet again. Close enough that your arms brushed, just barely. You felt the warmth radiating from him.

“Wanna know the real reason I came in here?” he asked, voice low, teasing.

You side-eyed him. “Go on.”

He grinned, leaning just a bit closer. “Yeah… I came in here for a kiss.” You laughed nervously, shoving his shoulder lightly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he murmured, eyes holding yours a moment too long, steady and intense.

“But maybe I’m not lying?”

Your chest tightened. The words he said pressed against your ribs, heavier than air. His gaze flicked to your lips, and he leaned the smallest bit closer..

You froze, anticipation coiling in your stomach. His hand brushed against yours, pinky grazing your knuckle, feather-light but electric. Your breath hitched as he tilted his head, the warmth of him so close you could feel it, the faint brush of his hair against your cheek. His lips hovered just a breath away—then barely, ghosted yours. Enough to make your pulse spike, not enough to satisfy it.

“Are you sure…?” he whispered, voice low, rough.

“Yeah,” you breathed back, your voice trembling slightly, carrying more certainty than you felt.

His lips dipped closer, brushing your cheek as if testing the air between you, and you felt your heartbeat hammering, every nerve alive, every inch between you magnetic.

Footsteps.

Both of you jerked apart, sliding back instinctively as your faces flushed, trying to look casual.

Hyunjin stepped into the kitchen, moving with calm purpose, eyes scanning the counter as he reached for a bottle of water. “Oh, hey. You two just getting a drink?” he asked casually, smiling at both of you.

You let out a quiet breath and forced a small smile. “Yeah…I was just heading back,” you murmured, stepping toward the living room. Han didn’t stop you, though his gaze lingered, smoldering. “Yeah,” he murmured softly, almost to himself.

Hyunjin filled his glass, glancing at Han as you passed. “Hey… what’s up with her?” he asked quietly, raising an eyebrow. Han’s eyes followed you a moment longer, lips twitching slightly into a smirk. “Nothing,” he said smoothly, voice low. “Just… water.”

Hyunjin gave him a look but didn’t press, shaking his head and taking a sip himself.

You rejoined the living room, the chaos swallowing you again. Nothing had happened..not really.

But the ghost of that brush, that almost kiss, hung in the air like smoke.

And both of you knew.

[roseleestuff]

Hai (๑>◡<๑)

Its me Rose,

Im finally taking requests on this account too!!

This one will mostly be for Q&A’s random reqs or dumb shit, but pls do request here if u’d like!!

If u have any other reqs abt straykids, mha, SBG, etc..you can do so on my now main account @rosinaparker !!

[rosinaparker]

My other acc!

[rosinaparker]

📱Skz Texts — Texting you when they find out someone’s been flirting with you

Genre: fluff, Platonic (kinda)

Pairing: Maknae line x reader Hyung line ver.

If u have reqs abt more texting scenarios, request them!!

Dont mind the color of the texts being swapped..

Han Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

I.N

★ ° . ✰ 𐬺°　.　ミ★༄°☆ 　. * ● ¸

[rosinaparker]

📱Skz Texts — Texting you when they find out someone’s been flirting with you

Genre: fluff, Platonic (kinda)

Pairing: Hyung line x reader

Maknae line ver.

If u have reqs abt more texting scenarios, request them!!

Dont mind the color of the texts being swapped..

Bang Chan

Lee Know

Changbin

Hyunjin

★ ° . ✰ 𐬺°　.　ミ★༄°☆ 　. * ● ¸

[rosinaparker]

📱Skz texts — texting you at 2AM because they ‘just had a thought’

Genre: fluff

Pairing: maknae line x f!reader

Hyung line ver.

Dont mind the color of the texts being swapped..

Han Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

I.N

[rosinaparker]

📱Skz texts — texting you at 2AM because they ‘just had a thought’

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Hyung line x f!reader

Maknae line ver.

A/N: theres still some reqs abt sbg. Hopefully they will be posted soon🙏🏻

Dont mind the color of the texts being swapped..

Bang Chan

Lee Know

Changbin

Hyunjin

★ ° . ✰ 𐬺°　.　ミ★༄°☆ 　. * ● ¸

[rosinaparker]

YO WHAT IS UP! ur blog is actually amazing btw just thought i’d start with that, and hi i have a sbg request!!

( if u dont wanna write this js skip and pretend u didnt read it 😔 ) so how about sbg x reader who is maybe amnesiac? like forgets absolutely everything, kinda calm and tired most of the time which sometimes creeps people out but ends up being normalised in the group. maybe she struggles academically with forgetting things, maybe she forgets to eat and someone carries snacks in case for her, yk really anything!

— 🍒

“𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝐣𝒖𝒔𝒕”

Genre: platonic friendship

Pairings: Sbg!Characters x Reader

A/N: thank u sm anon! Sorry that it took so long to post, sm shit has been happening. Most of the reqs are in my drafts guys i’ll post them soon🙏🏻

You’re sitting at the cafeteria table, chin in hand, eyes on the open textbook in front of you. Or at least, you’re looking at the textbook. You’re not actually reading it. You’ve tried. Three times now. But the words just won’t stay.

They float there..familiar looking..and then drift away the second you blink. You’re tired. Not the kind that sleep fixes. The kind that’s in your bones. Your head’s buzzing quietly, your thoughts slow and heavy, and all you can think about is how badly this test is going to go.

“Did you eat?” Ashlyn asks without looking up.

You blink. Glance down at your tray. Still empty. You don’t remember going through the lunch line. You don’t remember not going either.

“Forgot my wallet,” you mumble.

No one says anything, but a small container slides across the table a second later. It’s got rice and something warm in it. Logan’s, probably. Or Ashlyn’s. Or maybe it’s just something they brought because they knew this would happen.

You don’t ask. You just pick up the fork and take a bite.

Across the table, Taylor is scribbling something on a color-coded planner. “I’m blocking out time tonight for a study session. My place. Bring whatever you have. We’ll cover everything.”

“I don’t even know what to bring,” you say quietly. “It all slips. I study and I swear I’m learning, and then… nothing. It’s just gone. Like I was never there.”

Tyler glances over from where he’s peeling an orange. “That’s not a failure thing,” he says. “That’s a memory thing. You can’t fix it by panicking.”

“Yeah, well, the school system seems unconvinced,” you mutter.

Ben taps his knuckles on the table, getting your attention. He signs slowly:

It’s okay to need reminders. We know what works for you. We’ll help.

You nod, unsure if you’re about to cry or fall asleep. Maybe both.

Aiden’s leaning back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head. “We’ve got three days. We can get through three days. You don’t need to fix everything overnight. You just need to keep showing up.”

Ashlyn nudges a thermos toward you. “Drink something.”

You do. It’s tea. Sweet and warm. You don’t remember if it was yours or if someone brought it for you. Doesn’t matter.

Taylor flips her planner around so you can see it. Your name’s written on the Friday block, highlighted. She’s already planned everything out. Flashcards. Breaks. Review sheets.

“I don’t want to be the one holding everyone back,” you say, not even sure they can hear you over the hum of the cafeteria.

“You’re not,” Logan says simply. “We adjust. That’s what people do when they care.”

No fanfare. No jokes. Just that.

You breathe in slowly. Let it settle.

It’s still hard. The tests are still coming. The words are still hard to hold onto. But they’re here. They always are.

You take another bite. You listen as they argue about who’s bringing snacks tonight. And for the first time all day, your chest doesn’t feel like it’s caving in. Not completely, anyway.

[whoo0sh]

tag game!!

reblog with one of your fictional (or real/celebrity!!) crushes and your top three favorite tropes/dynamics when reading fanfiction (x reader or chara x chara) about them! i’ll go first:

oikawa tōru

・ college au

・popular x popular

・exes to lovers

tags: @xoxochb @x3nafix @inkstainsonmysheets @haeerizm @shootingstargirl2001 @shyandsweetbunny2 @inmyheaddd @mrsarnold @catchmeonyourceiling @foxed-and-frazzled @aezuria @je-suis-indesicive @dollevve + anyone else who would like to participate!!

[x3nafix]

TY FOR THE TAG whoo0sh ILY 😍

karasu tabito

-STREET RACER AU OMG (might be a bit biased)

-childhood friends

-troublemaker and goody two shoes

tags: @ohagiyo @mixolya @fishii28 @narcjsistx @megumismyhusband @nmakii +anyone else!!!

[megumismyhusband]

yayay thabkd fir the tag!

megumi fushiguro

-unrequited love (whenever i crave angst)

-college au

-friends to lovers

npt: @nensi @grenadehearts @ayatakanosstuff @vellichorira @livteracts

[grenadehearts]

yayayay thank u for the tag :0

eijiro kirishima

- college au

- pre established relationship

- shy girl x extroverted boy

@candiiee @xoxojisu @dollyfetti (if you've already been tagged sorry!)

[candiiee]

yippee thanks for the tag <33

Izuku Midoriya

- friends to lovers

- delinquent x nerd

- college au

@cvnt4him @dokidokidraft @vonabel

[cvnt4him]

ty ty for the tag candieᡣ𐭩

Kuroo tetsuroꨄ︎

work rivalry

soulmates au

slow burn/one sided pining [when kuroo wants reader so bad lololol]

a very honorable mention; tutor au

@anzs-stuff @real-hot-grl-shi @rosinaparker @lovelykil

[rosinaparker]

THANKS FOR THE TAG BABE🥰🥰

𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯𝑬

ᴄᴏʟʟᴀɢᴇ ᴀᴜ

ʙᴇsᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇs (ᴄʜᴀʀ ᴠs sᴄᴀʀᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɢʀɢʀɢʀɢ ɴᴏ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ..)

ᴠᴇʀʏ ʜᴏɴᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ: ʙᴏᴅʏɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ᴀᴜ

Tags: @itsyagurlchip @nim-rambles @kylimarz

[rosinaparker]

HI ROSE!!! it's been a while :D

i skimmed through your blog and said you needed requests? I GOTCHU!!!

Mina x fem reader where they're shopping at a mall and looking for tops together for a trip during their UA high years :D!

Shopping Spree

Genre: Friendship

Pairing: Mina x fem!Reader

A/N: HIII CHIIIPPPP☺️ i’ve missed u (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

I wrote a lil smth, nooot sure if u meant them in a romantic way, so i made it more friendship wise 🎀

You should've known shopping with Mina would be pure chaos.

The second you stepped into the mall, she grabbed your wrist and practically skipped toward the first clothing store in sight. "Alright, babe, listen up," she declared. "This trip? It's about to be legendary. And we cannot-will not-go looking like amateurs."

You laughed, adjusting your bag. "Mina, we're literally just going to the beach."

"Exactly! Which means we need cute, breezy, effortlessly stylish outfits that scream 'main character energy." She wiggled her fingers dramatically before grabbing your hand and tugging you into a store.

It didn't take long for her to start grabbing anything remotely interesting-flowy blouses, crop tops, oversized tees, even a couple of jackets despite the fact that you'd be heading somewhere warm. She tossed some your way without hesitation, grinning.

"Try this one!" She held up a bright yellow off-the-shoulder top.

You wrinkled your nose. "I feel like l'd look like a literal sunflower in that."

"Babe, that's the point," you still weren’t impressed.

She giggled. "Okay, fine. What about this?" She held up a beige tank top with delicate lace trim.

You hesitated before taking it from her hands. "Okay... that one's actually really cute."

Mina winked. "Told you. I know what I'm doing." The two of you continued browsing, occasionally holding up the most ridiculous things just to see each other's reactions. Mina had nearly fallen over laughing when you pulled out a neon green jacket with spikes on the shoulders, claiming it would be "a bold statement."

Eventually, she dragged you toward the fitting rooms, practically bouncing on her heels. "Okay, I can't wait to see you in that beige one!"

You sighed, stepping inside one of the small rooms. As you pulled the tank top over your head, you turned slightly to look at yourself in the mirror. It fit perfectly

-soft, flattering, comfortable.

Before you could dwell on it, Mina's voice rang from the other side. "You better be hyping yourself up in there, babe, 'cause I know you look good!"

You chuckled and stepped out hesitantly. Mina turned, and the second she saw you, her face lit up.

"Oh. Oh. Babe. You're glowing right now."

Heat crept up your neck. "It's just a shirt, Mina." She waved her hands. "No, no, it's a moment. A look. We're buying it, no question."

You bit your lip, smiling. "I do like it..."

Mina grinned. "See? My fashion instincts never fail.""

You looked her up and down, realizing she was wearing a bright pink wrap-around top that fit her perfectly.

"Well, you look pretty amazing yourself."

She smirked, striking a dramatic pose. "I know." Then, she relaxed, hands on her hips. "Alright, so, what's the vibe you're going for on this trip? Chill and relaxed Casual but cute? Or are we going full-on rom-com beach episode?"

You laughed. "Honestly? Just something comfortable. But I wouldn't mind looking a little cute, too."

Mina gasped, eyes twinkling. "Oh-ho! That sounds like someone wants to impress a certain someone..."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "Mina, no-"

"Babe, yes." She waggled her eyebrows. "I mean, come on. Vacations are like, prime bonding opportunities. Late-night walks, cute little shared snacks, the whole undeniable chemistry thing." She made a swooning gesture. "It's practically written in the stars."

You groaned, covering your face. "Mina, we're just going as friends. It's not like that."

"Uh-huh. Sure." She leaned against the fitting room wall, smirking. "But if anything does happen, just know I totally called it."

After finally purchasing your tops (including Mina's last-minute addition of a matching bracelet set for the both of you), the two of you grabbed some drinks from the food court and settled onto a bench.

Mina stretched her arms above her head, sighing contently. "This trip is gonna be amazing. Sun, sand, swimming, cute outfits, no homework-" She turned to you, eyes warm. "And best of all? Us."

You smiled, bumping her shoulder lightly. "Yeah... it really will be."

[rosinaparker]

can you do a Sbg crew x extremely energetic reader who a bit to impulsive and accidentally steps a tad too far

"In My Defense, It Looked Sturdy"

Genre: Friendship

Pairings: Sbg!Crew x Energetic!Reader

A/N: THERE'S SO MANY REQS, PLS GIVE ME TIME💔

Okay. So, technically, this could’ve been avoided.

But in your defense, no one explicitly said “Hey, don’t run full speed across a rotting wooden floor in an abandoned building,” so really, that’s on them.

Which brings us to now.

You, lying flat on your back, staring at a hole in the ceiling where you just crashed through, while dust and splinters rain down around you. There’s a strong throb in your side. Your whole body kinda feels like you got hit by a semi-truck. But hey—you didn’t die. That’s gotta count for something.

Then—

“OH MY GOD.”

Oh. Right. The crew-

Chaos. Absolute, unfiltered chaos as everyone rushes over to the hole.

“WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?” Tyler is already at full volume, sprinting toward the hole you just fell through.

Ben skids to a stop beside him, staring down at you with a concerned expression.

Logan is just—frozen. Hands hovering like he wants to do something but also might be on the verge of passing out.

Ashlyn’s already climbing down to you, her face an unreadable mix of concern and rage.

Aiden peers down, hands on his hips. “You alive?”

You give a weak thumbs up. “Barely.”

Aiden cackles from somewhere above. “That was sick. Do it again.”

“NO.” Everyone else yells in unison.

Ashlyn crouches beside you, hands pressing way too firmly against your arms, your ribs, your legs—like she’s making sure you’re not, y’know, actually broken.

She exhales through her nose. “You’re an idiot.”

You grin. “An alive idiot.”

Tyler’s eye twitches.

Logan finally finds his voice. “Do we—do we need to go to a hospital? Should I—should I call—”

You wave a hand dismissively. “Pfft. I’m fine.”

Taylor squints at you. “You literally fell through a ceiling.”

“…And?”

Aiden whistles. “Kinda impressive, honestly.”

Tyler drags a hand down his face, visibly contemplating throwing you back through the hole you just fell from.

Ashlyn shakes her head, muttering something under her breath before standing and offering you a hand. “Come on, dumbass. Before the rest of this place collapses on your head.”

You take it, still grinning as she pulls you up. Your side definitely hurts more than you admitted, but whatever. Worth it. Both of you reach to the top, the others lending you a hand to reach up. You successfully climb up.

The second you’re steady, Logan finally breathes. Aiden claps you on the back, looking way too excited. “Next time, at least scream on the way down. Would’ve been funnier.”

Ashlyn smacks him.

You sigh, stretching a little. “Alright, so… what’s next?”

Tyler stares at you. “We’re LEAVING.”

Boooo. Lame.

But judging by the way Ashlyn is still giving you the death glare and Logan looks one bad decision away from passing out, maybe, maybe, you’ll hold off on any more “accidental near-death experiences.”

…For now.

[rosinaparker]

Im scared

[rosinaparker]

hiya! hope u guys are doing well, do you guys think u could wrote about a first kiss with the sbg characters?

First Kiss Scenarios

Genre: fluff, established relationships

Pairings: Sbg!Characters x Reader

A/N: Sorry that it took so long to post😓

Ashlyn Banner

Ashlyn isn’t big on words, but she’s always been good at showing how she feels. The two of you are curled up on her bed, music playing softly from her headphones, one earbud in her ear, the other in yours. It’s one of those peaceful moments where neither of you needs to talk. Then, without warning, she shifts closer, her fingers lightly brushing against your arm.

She tilts her head up, green eyes searching yours for just a second before she leans in, pressing her lips to yours—slow, warm, familiar. When she pulls away, she lingers, forehead resting against yours.

“You looked like you needed that,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ben Clark

Ben isn’t one for unnecessary words. He’s never been great at saying how he feels, but you’ve learned by now that he doesn’t have to.

You’re sitting in his room, curled up beside him on his bed, the only light coming from the small lamp on his desk. It’s quiet, comfortable, the kind of peace that only comes from being with someone who just gets you.

You’re telling him about your day, and he’s listening like he always does—watching you, nodding occasionally, fingers tracing absentminded circles against your wrist. There’s something in his expression tonight, something soft, something unreadable.

Before you can ask, he reaches up, brushing a thumb over your cheek, and leans in. His lips meet yours in a slow, deliberate kiss—no hesitation, no uncertainty. Just him, telling you exactly how much he cares without ever saying a word.

When he pulls away, he lingers, his forehead resting lightly against yours. His fingers tighten around yours, grounding you in the quiet moment. And even though he doesn’t say anything, you know. You feel it.

With Ben, love isn’t loud. It’s steady. Certain. Real.

Aiden Clark

Aiden never does anything halfway. That includes loving you.

You’re both out late, way past when you should’ve gone home, standing at the edge of a rickety old bridge overlooking the river. The air is cool, the stars reflecting off the water, but Aiden is buzzing with that wild energy of his. “I have an idea,” he announces, his signature grin in place.

You already know this is going to be something ridiculous. “Aiden, no—”

“Aiden, yes.” He winks before climbing onto the wooden railing, balancing like he’s done it a hundred times. You grab his sleeve, but he just laughs. “Relax, babe. Live a little.”

And then he jumps.

Your heart stops. But before you can panic, he lands perfectly on the ledge just below, turning to look up at you like he didn’t just give you a heart attack. “Your turn!”

You stare at him. “Absolutely not.”

His grin softens, and he climbs back up, effortlessly hopping over the railing. Before you can scold him, he cups your face with both hands and kisses you.

It’s urgent, breathless, full of adrenaline and laughter. He tastes like mint gum and the thrill of the moment, his hands steady even as the world spins around you. When he pulls back, his forehead presses against yours, and he grins like he’s just won something.

“See? Heart’s racing either way.”

Tyler Hernandez

Tyler isn’t the type to make a big deal out of things. He’s not the guy who plans out the perfect kiss under the stars or waits for the right moment. No, when Tyler wants something, he just does it.

You’re walking home together after one of his baseball games, the two of you falling into an easy rhythm. He’s still a little sweaty from the game, his duffle bag slung over his shoulder, and he’s pretending not to be happy about the fact that you showed up to watch.

“You played well,” you say casually, nudging his arm.

He scoffs. “Obviously.” But there’s the smallest hint of pink creeping up his neck.

You roll your eyes, about to tease him, when suddenly, he stops walking. Before you can ask why, he turns to you, grips the strap of your backpack, and pulls you in.

His lips crash against yours, firm and a little rough—like he’s been holding back and just couldn’t anymore. His hands move to your waist, pulling you close, like he doesn’t want to let go. It’s intense, head-spinning, and completely Tyler.

When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours for a second. Then, as if nothing just happened, he lets go, shrugs, and keeps walking. “You coming or what?”

You blink, still breathless. “What—That’s it?”

He smirks, glancing at you over his shoulder. “You want another one? Win a bet first.”

Taylor Hernandez

Taylor always has a way of making everything feel like a moment. She doesn’t plan it, doesn’t force it—it just happens when she’s around.

Like now, when she suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you toward the Ferris wheel at the carnival. “C’mon, trust me,” she says, grinning as she tugs you into the seat beside her.

You don’t question it. You never do.

As the ride slowly lifts you both up, she leans against you, her hand slipping into yours, her thumb tracing idle patterns against your skin. The higher you go, the quieter it gets—the sounds of the carnival fading into the background.

And then, just as the Ferris wheel stops at the very top, she turns to you, eyes shining in the neon glow of the lights. “This is kinda perfect, huh?”

Before you can answer, she leans in and kisses you—soft, slow, like she’s savoring it. The world fades around you, and for a second, it’s just her. Just this.

When she pulls away, she smiles knowingly. “Told you it would be perfect.”

Logan Fields

Logan still gets nervous sometimes, even though you’ve been together for a while. He’s not used to being this close to someone—not just physically, but emotionally. But with you, it’s different. Easier. Even if his heart still races every time you so much as look at him a certain way.

Tonight, you’re sitting on the hood of his car, parked at your usual spot on the hill just outside of town. The stars are out, the night air crisp, and Logan is fidgeting—pushing his glasses up, rubbing the back of his neck, shifting his weight like he’s trying to work up the nerve for something.

You smile, bumping your shoulder against his. “You okay?”

His breath catches for just a second before he nods, a little more determined now. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

Before you can ask what about, he finally leans in and kisses you. It’s soft, careful, like he’s still a little unsure—but the way his fingers graze your jaw, the way he lingers just a little too long, makes it obvious: he’s wanted to do this all night.

When he pulls away, his face is already pink, but there’s a small, satisfied smile on his lips

“Sorry, it just felt right..”

[dailykylebroflovski]

[rosinaparker]

Exactly what kyle said yall, lock in.

[rosinaparker]

"Not Just Chocolate And Roses"

Genre: Fluff, Valentine's Day!

Pairings: Mha Boys x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: A late Valentines post, because i wanted to post this on Valentines but something came up 😭 But yeah, Happy late Valentines guys! -Rose✩ ​

Shoto Todoroki

You didn’t think Shoto was the type to care much about Valentine’s Day, so when you casually mentioned it a few weeks ago, you didn’t expect him to take it so seriously.

“Yeah, couples usually just give each other chocolates or a teddy bear,” you had said offhandedly, fiddling with your pen. “Something simple but sweet.”

Shoto had nodded, deep in thought, and you figured that was the end of it.

Turns out, you severely underestimated just how rich and extra your boyfriend could be.

The morning of Valentine’s Day, you woke up to a knock on your door. When you opened it, you expected maybe a small box of chocolates or a cute stuffed bear. Instead, you were met with—

“Shoto… what is all this?”

Behind him stood two massive gift boxes, a bouquet so large you could barely see his face behind it, and—was that a violinist?

“I got you a few things,” he said, stepping aside to let you take in the sheer extravagance of the moment. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Your jaw dropped as you opened the first box—inside was a designer dress you’d mentioned once in passing. The second box? A brand-new, state-of-the-art gaming console with every game you’d ever mentioned wanting to play.

You turned back to him, utterly overwhelmed. “Shoto, this is… a lot.”

He blinked, as if confused. “Did I not get the right things?”

“No, no, it’s not that,” you said quickly, placing a hand on his arm. “It’s just—I was kind of expecting, like… I don’t know, a box of chocolates and a teddy bear?”

His expression shifted slightly, lips parting in surprise. “Oh.”

For a brief moment, he looked almost embarrassed, eyes flickering downward. “I thought… I needed to give you something significant.”

Your heart squeezed at the sincerity in his voice. “Shoto, you could’ve just given me a single piece of chocolate, and I’d still be happy.”

His shoulders relaxed, a soft exhale leaving his lips. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny, slightly squished box of store-bought chocolates.

“I did get these too,” he admitted. “But I thought they weren’t enough.”

You took the chocolates from his hand and grinned. “This? This is perfect.”

His gaze softened, relief flickering in his mismatched eyes. “Then… next time, I’ll keep it simpler.”

You tiptoed up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I love whatever you give me, Shoto. But maybe next year? Just a teddy bear.”

He gave a rare, small smile. “Understood.”

And despite all the expensive gifts, the thing you treasured most that day was the warmth in his expression when he realized just how much he mattered to you.

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku had spent weeks overthinking what to do for Valentine’s Day. Chocolate? Flowers? A full-on romantic date? Eventually, he settled on something more personal.

A notebook—pages filled with handwritten notes, doodles, and tiny, heartfelt confessions.

You found it waiting for you in your dorm, tied with a green ribbon. As you flipped through it, your heart pounded at the small moments he’d written about.

"The way she laughs when Kaminari makes a bad joke." "The way she always remembers my favorite All Might trivia." "The way she’s just… her. And how I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that."

Just as you reached the last page, a knock sounded at your door.

Izuku stood there, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “Did you, um… read it?”

Wordlessly, you threw your arms around him. His breath hitched before he melted into your embrace, cheeks redder than ever.

“I like you too, Izuku,” you whispered.

His arms tightened around you, a relieved laugh escaping him. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”

Katsuki Bakugou

“Valentine’s Day is stupid,” Bakugou grumbled, shoving a box into your hands. “Here.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Katsuki.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Whatever. Just open it.”

Inside was a set of homemade chocolates—rough around the edges but clearly made with care. You bit into one, eyes widening. “Kacchan, this is amazing!”

A blush crept up his neck. “Damn right it is. I made ‘em.”

“You… made these?” You stared at him in shock.

“Tch. I’m good at everything, idiot.”

You grinned, stepping closer. “Then why are you so red?”

His eyes darted away. “Shut up.”

Laughing, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. His whole body stiffened.

“HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!” you teased, dashing away before he could explode.

“…Tch. Dumbass,” he muttered, but the small smile on his lips betrayed him.

Denki Kaminari

Denki had one goal today: to ask you to be his Valentine. The problem? He had no idea how.

A normal confession? Too basic. A heartfelt letter? His handwriting was terrible. A cool, suave approach? Yeah, no—he’d probably trip over his own feet.

So, naturally, he settled on the dumbest idea possible.

That’s how you ended up walking into class, only to see Kaminari standing on his desk, holding up a giant, handmade sign that read:

“⚡ BE MY VALENTINE OR I’LL SHORT-CIRCUIT ⚡”

As if that wasn’t dramatic enough, he pressed a button on his phone, and a cheesy love song blasted through the classroom speakers.

Everyone turned to stare. Bakugou looked ready to kill him. Aizawa, half-asleep in his sleeping bag, didn’t even flinch.

Meanwhile, you? You just stood there, trying so hard not to laugh.

“Denki…” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You do realize I would’ve said yes if you just asked, right?”

His grin stretched even wider. “Yeah, but this was way more memorable, right?”

You shook your head, stepping closer. “Unbelievably so.”

“SO THAT’S A YES?!”

“Yeah, it’s a yes, you dork.”

He fist-pumped. “Let’s GO!”—before immediately shocking himself out of excitement.

Hitoshi Shinso

Shinso wasn’t a big fan of crowded places, and he knew you weren’t either. So instead of a fancy dinner, he knocked on your dorm door at 12:57 AM on February 14th.

“C’mon,” he said, hands shoved in his hoodie pocket. “Let’s celebrate before the world wakes up.”

You found yourself at a 24-hour café, sipping warm coffee as the clock struck 2 AM. The quiet hum of the city, the soft glow of the streetlights—it felt oddly magical.

“You really don’t care about all the Valentine’s Day clichés, huh?” you mused.

He smirked. “Not really. But… I do care about you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “That was smooth.”

“Yeah? Maybe I’m just being honest.” He took a sip of his drink, hiding a tiny smirk behind the rim of the cup.

You reached across the table, fingers brushing against his. “Best Valentine’s yet.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “Me too.”