Guys, This Is So Random But I Just Feel Like Eren Loves Girlies With Glasses :))))

I’m sorry but Miguel is a clingy ass bitch like you think his trauma from losing his family TWICE won’t make him clingy? I’m talking about monitoring your every move to the point it’s almost creepy

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

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

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JIUNG Killin' it (240208)

☆༉ — RYOMEN SUKUNA. a better man.

about. you’re a girl that’s way out of his league and he’s the bad boy you couldn’t help but fall for. what happens when ryomen sukuna fails to meet you in the middle?

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, suggestive towards the end, no curses!au, modern!au, it’s implied that sukuna is in a gang, mentions of fights, reader is a rich girl, they’re kinda in love :( bad boy!sukuna, fem!reader.

“you’re mad at me. aren’cha?”

sukuna mutters with an air of faux nonchalance as he lazily jogs up the final marble steps that lead up to the restaurant he was supposed to meet you at nearly two hours ago. the evening traffic zips by, red and white headlights parting through the rain to illuminate your boyfriend’s features. heavy water droplets take residence on the slope of his nose and Cupid’s bow, some even daring to cling on to the tips of dusty rose-coloured hair.

if you weren’t so angry right now, you might take a moment to appreciate how good sukuna looks in the moment — especially with the way the rain makes the designer tux you’d gotten for him cling to his skin. exposing every ridge and dip and curve in his muscle while his inky black tattoos become all the more visible.

“of course i’m mad.” you step aside to let sukuna under the shelter of the entrance, avoiding him as he swoops down for his usual hug and kiss. “tonight is important. it was important.”

“babe c’mon on, i was—“

“you were late. they’re serving dessert in there, ryomen.” your tone is coloured with shades of annoyance and a hint of warning. like a mother about to lecture her child. you’re pissed. it’s written all over your face too — in the way that your brows crease and you pout so adorably. he’ll try to play it off, like he doesn’t care, but it almost makes sukuna sick to his stomach to know that you’re angry with him.

the rain picks up outside of the restaurant and you continue. “all you had to do was show up on time. come to this stupid fancy restaurant and be there to meet my parents. but of course, you got yourself caught up in—“ you grab his dress shirt in frustration, noticing the blood on the collar that doesn’t belong to him. his split knuckles and the bruise on his lips. “— in whatever this is.” you roll your eyes, blood boiling.

“it’s nothin’ for you to worry your pretty little head about,” sukuna scoffs, lips spreading wide in his signature smirk. the excuse is lame, but he doesn’t want you to worry for him any longer. “since when did you care about what your parents think, anyways?” but you see it in his eyes, that same old worry. that he’s not good enough for you, that a scumbag like him doesn’t deserve a pretty girl like you. he’s always told you to find someone better, someone able to feed into the glitz and glamour that you were brought up in.

but you’ve always told ryomen sukuna that you have everything you need right there with him.

cupping his face, the heat of anger dispels from your body and you exhale deeply though your nose. “i don’t care about what my parents think. if i did, i wouldn’t be dating you.” you cast a thumb over the thick lines of ink decorating his face, accenting sukuna’s high cheekbones and chiselled features while the rest of your fingers sink into his smooth, dark undercut. “but that doesn’t mean i don’t want you to meet them. they’re just as special to me as you are. i want the most important people in my life to know each other.”

your boyfriend’s hands settle on your wrists as he grunts noncommittally, indicating that he’s aware of his wrong doings. if there’s one thing that sukuna hates, it’s upsetting you. he doesn’t care what the world thinks of him, it’s never mattered before. yet, even the slightest look of disappointment from you has the man in shambles. “‘m sorry,” he drawls, his grip on you shifting down to cup your waist — pulling you flush against him. “what can a guy like me do to make it up to you?”

“you can go on in there and charm the hell out of my rich, uptight parents so that we can hurry up and go home,” your voice lowers an octave as you stand on your tip toes for the extra height so that you can nip at the shell of sukuna’s ear. “where you can rip this dress off’a me.”

“such a dirty mouth for such’a prim ‘n proper girl, hm? i should wash it out with soap.” he purrs right back, leaning down to kiss at your neck until you’ve had enough of his frayed pink hair tickling your skin. he damn near melts when your fingers inch up to tug at his roots — earning a deep and thrilling growl from the man. “that was a dirty move. who taught you that?”

“my good for nothing boyfriend, he’s kind of a bad influence.” you tease back, despite having to physically push sukuna away in order to avoid setting off his inner beast before dinner with your parents is done — and instead, take to grabbing his larger hand in yours so you can lead him from the front of house to your family’s reserved table.

and like always, sukuna trails after you like a lost puppy enamoured with the person that found them, have them love and warmth. because, while you didn’t change him, you made him want to be better — to give up the knives in his back and the bullets looking over his head for something better. something softer.

something like you.

ryomen sukuna wanted to become the someone he thought you deserved.

that’s why he put on this stupid suit and tie, why he let you take his hand, why he follows you to the the table that’s sure to seal his fate with you.

behind all that rough exterior, is a man who loves you.

and in front of sukuna, is a girl who loves him and all of his flaws right back.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

I miss haikyuu.

CIGARETTES AFTER TEXTS

think i like you best when you're just with me, and no one else.

to him, she was the equivalent of hearing your favourite song for the first time, memorising the lyrics, mesmerised by the melody and instruments that you forget what you were doing in the first place. to her, he was a hardcore fan who had wayyy too many band t-shirts. such different lives, yet fate brought them together after maki scored a hot girls number.

pairing: megumi x f!rockstar!reader

status: ongoing!

tags: megumi is a fan, megumi wears band tees religiously, yn is a guitarist and a singer, yn is a year older than megumi, swearing!!, toge slander, yn and yuta are co-parenting maki and toge, megumi nobara and yuji are huge fans, megumi the most obv, crack, fluff, smau

taglist: open!

INTRODUCTIONS: solitaire | the big three

CLOSETS: yn's closet

PLAYLISTS: solitaires discography

MOODBOARDS: solitaire | yn | megumi

chapter one: historians will call them friends

chapter two:

chapter three:

drop seroroki hcs rn

angelic behavior of you sending this ask during my brainrot

sero is not as slick as he thinks he is. he is very obvious and all his friends know he likes todoroki despite him denying it. in fact the whole class knows, including aizawa. he’s just lucky bc todoroki is autistic and can’t tell

listen listen listen todoroki doesn’t smile like at all. but listen sero could like fucking look at him and he’d be all “omg hi sero :D” like tbh how has sero not picked up either

sero views todoroki as out of his league so he settles himself on just having a crush and looking from afar but then they become friends and he’s starstruck but also starts wondering if he has a chance meanwhile todoroki is just patiently waiting for sero to make a move bc god knows he can’t flirt for the life of him

eventually they grow closer, to the point where everybody else thinks they’re dating. they start dating bc they were going to their dorms one night and todoroki unconsciously kissed sero on the cheek and said gn and 3 seconds later sero realized that todoroki kissed him and passed out

i saw this somewhere but the biggest seroroki shipper is actually bakugo. mans has negative zero love life but still gets on sero for not making a move, or tries to set up situations for the two of them to get closer (mainly by forcing todoroki to eat w sero at lunch or something)

sero fucking LOVES lovey dovey couple stuff. holding todorokis hand in public, gm/gn texts, mistletoe on christmas, etc. he’s a sucker for it and todoroki goes along with it bc he likes seeing sero happy and also likes it. they should make out

todoroki is the first to start calling hanta. in response to this sero like. has a technical breakdown and glitches. he immediately starts calling him shoto and they’re nauseatingly adorable. bakugo is the one who wanted them to get together most but he’s the one who’s most “get a room nerds”

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i eat stuff like this UP

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 & 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔: 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

blurb little au where a third changes everything and katsuki and izuku stayed friends—only because katsuki refuses to have you alone with izuku.

# fem!reader, 1-A shenanigans, fluff and humor, childhood bffs are something else, says 1-A student, NO ROMANCE? BUT YES PINING

the order goes like this: katsuki, izuku, then you.

katsuki leads first—he always does, izuku exclaims happily—while izuku likes to follow after him, happy to be in the middle of his best friends, and you trail after izuku, comfortable with getting to watch the way his hair bounces every step. it reminds you of a bunny, you explained once.

what some notice except for you three, is that katsuki likes to follow after you. it’s instinct sometimes, to have katsuki lingering around you as you interact with people outside of your small group.

mitsuki gushed about how hilarious it was that you three sometimes end up in metaphorical circles with how katsuki trails after you like a lost puppy.

inko wonders if it is normal for her child to have hearts for eyes, gushing over you about the littlest of things.

“this is so dumb!” you exclaim, glaring hard with all your might. “i hate this! izuku was right about you!”

katsuki and izuku watch as you continue to glower at your untied shoes with such fierceness that it almost makes katsuki wonder if you got it from him.

“it’s just a damn shoelace,” katsuki grunts. “you're so dramatic.” he nudges the boy beside him with a sharp elbow. “she got it from you, definitely. your dummy-ness rubbed off on her.”

“ah, sorry, kacchan!” izuku doesn't look sorry; he looks seconds away from bursting into a fit of giggles as you fail over and over again to tie your shoelaces. but his hands keep twitching as if he wants to help.

“oh my fucking god, give that to me.”

katsuki knocks your hands away and twirls the shoelaces around his fingers, eyeing you while giving a demonstration. izuku holds you up by the small of your back when you lose balance, smiling widely.

“fuckin’ watch this, alright? you fold it like this, put them like this, and then insert this one—and just like that.”

it goes like this:

“so cool, kacchan!” izuku squeals. katsuki grunts, because that’s the 27th time izuku has said that today. “are you okay, y/n-chan?”

“thank you, katsuki,” you mutter shyly, a little too quiet because you have an ego. “yes i am, izuku. thank you.”

“whatever, fuck off,” katsuki says, pleased either way because it feels good hearing it from you. “shitty nerds.”

izuku beams, hugging your head.

even now, in UA.

you thought katsuki would be a little ashamed to be friends with someone from the support course, but never has he shown that he was bothered. he just looks at you with the same, sharp blood red eyes, and looks at others with hostility in them.

izuku, of course, is far from ashamed. in fact, he’s delighted that you're in UA with them. his eyes sparkle every time his eyes slide over to you and he sees you in the uniform. he is so cute.

1-A watches as the door slides open and immediately katsuki and izuku are fretting over you; and you, unfazed, as they talk over each other. katsuki thwacks izuku’s head and you coo over izuku and katsuki throws a tantrum when izuku blushes.

“wow, that's the first time i've seen blasty not-hostile around someone,” mina squeals, “and she's a girl! could this be!?”

woah.

“this is the first time i've seen deku-kun act so smoothly around a girl, too,” uraraka adds, smiling eagerly, thirsty for drama.

double woah.

“chill,” jirou says, but she’s also observing the strange sight, “what if she’s, like, the sister of one of them?”

“probably bakugo’s then.”

“yeah. he barely tolerates midoriya.”

“or maybe she's midoriya’s sister and bakugou has a crush on her?”

triple woah.

as if sensing that the class is whispering about them, bakugou and midoriya spin around to meet the eyes of their classmates, one glaring and one shy.

then, midoriya whispers something to your ear, to which you excitedly nod at.

1-A watches in awe as you wave, eyes bright at the sight of hero students. “hello! my name is l/n y/n, it's nice to meet you.” added with a polite bow.

mina makes a noise of awe. “wow, you're so pretty! you're cute!”

you seem to be flustered, but the gentle smile that follows means you know how to handle compliments. probably because you’re best friends with midoriya izuku.  “ah… thank you. you’re also pretty…”

kaminari grins to himself, about to open his mouth but unfortunately, bakugou is faster.

“quit it,” bakugo snarls, stepping forward in front of you, “leave her alone, you fucking extras.”

but before any of his classmates can protest, you nudge bakugou with a sly grin. “don’t worry, kacchan, i think you’re also pretty.”

“s— shut the fuck up, stupid! that’s not what i fucking meant!”

midoriya snorts and then laughs loudly; they’ve never heard that from him before. “kacchan! did you just stutter?”

“awh, katsuki,” you coo, pinching his red cheeks and magically didn’t get blown off the face of the earth. midoriya stifles his giggles and you smile softly at the freckled boy’s delighted face.

maybe it’s a love triangle, except both boys are truly, madly, deeply in love with the same girl.

class 1-A sees you the second time when it’s 8 pm and everyone is preparing to go to bed.

the couch across the television is occupied, with a familiar mop of green curls and a shock of pale blond—but there’s also someone in the middle.

“is that l/n-san?” uraraka whispers to her classmates nearby, eyeing the three figures with surprise.

katsuki is on the far corner, resting his cheek on his palm (that would hurt when he wakes up) with his other around your waist, while you’re laying on his chest, your hand resting on midoriya’s head as the boy sleeps soundly on your lap, mouth hanging open and soft snores coming off his mouth.

both the boys are still asleep, but you’re wide awake, smiling contentedly. you meet the curious eyes of 1-A and raise your finger in a shh motion.

(everyone stays silent when you fall asleep a few minutes later as midoriya and bakugou blink awake. bakugou moves to carry you back to your dorm, while midoriya clings to you like a koala bear. they glare at each other. they end up staying on the couch for the entire night, protective limbs wrapped around you.)

“young bakugou and young midoriya… do they not like each other?”

aizawa turns to all might lazily, eyeing the frail man with narrowed eyes. “not like that. they see each other as rivals.”

all might brightens. “ah! in the hero rankings? they’re both fit for number one.”

“mm, maybe more than the rankings.”

both teachers watch as bakugou and midoriya jump around the training area, palms lit up and arms smothered in lightning green. push and pull. feral grins. aizawa takes a glance at another student watching the boys from the sidelines, notebook and pen in hand but too entranced to write anything.

all might follows his gaze. “that’s young l/n, yes? the support course student young bakugou and midoriya always want nearby.” he laughs. “those boys only work together perfectly when it comes to l/n.”

aizawa smiles under his scarf so no one else would catch a glimpse of it. “the three of them together…they’re formidable. but if you take l/n out, you might as well be a dead man to both of them.”

even now, as official pro heroes.

it goes like this: katsuki blasting his way to the top but never too far, izuku always somehow one step ahead of everyone but always somehow waiting for his best friends, and you, pushed forward by two pairs of hands.

the wonder trio. the big three. always together, but out of reach from anyone else.

everyone always wonders if you like one of them more than the other.

a/n. yes it ends there LOOOOOL!11 this fic focuses more on friendship bc i loooove friendship, but if anyones interested i might make fics with a route for each of them as endgame hmmmm