ᯓ★ Boyfriend Hcs

THIS IS BLASPHEMY NOT TOOO MUCH ON MY NAME NOWWW

ok fine! 🙄 i’ll text oikawa for the pics rn yk cus i got his number and what not

WHERE ARE THE OIKAWA OILED UP IN SWEAT GYM PHOTOS DID YOU LIE TO ME.

one minute response time is so funny i’m giggling

hi bloom☺️ can i pls request a smau w the mha boys and their overly sassy, and spoiled gfs!!

⋆˚࿔ whined and dined

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: gn!reader for all expect hanta, established relationship, fluff, baby + babe used

authors note: thank u for the request anon! this is so funny to me n yes i was hungry when i made this sigh. also i tried my best with the sassy part but reader is mooostly spoiled

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

HIII BLOOM !!!! i was wondering if you could do a lil fluff drabble of you chilling with sero in his room during like a talking stage ?

⋆˚࿔ the synonyms of epitome

authors note: siri what is a talking stage. seraph thank u for requesting ⸝⸝^ᴗ^⸝⸝ sorry for the wait!!

contains: gn!reader, unestablished relationship, fluff, awful flirting

word count: 1.1k

“and she was the—“ hanta glanced up at you. his eyebrow lifted as he looked at you through the stray hairs that had fallen from his shaggy— surprisingly well kept —mullet. you could see his jaw lock into a comfortable smile as he propped it up in the palm of his hand.

“epitome.” you nodded in confirmation. 

it was only midday, so you could hear the distant sounds of footsteps and murmurs of conversation coming from the ua lively students outside. you glanced at the blossoming cherry blossom trees out of hanta’s slightly ajar window. the blush dusted leaves fought against the wind, constant rustles confirming its battle. 

you rest your head against the headboard of hantas bed and took it all in. the wind whistled loudly, sharing secrets with the inner shell of your ear. you liked days like this. simple.

“epitome,” hanta copied from the foot of his bed. his pointer finger followed the words in the book mr. aizawa had assigned for your ancient history class too long ago. 

you had already read the book and wrote your review paper on it two weeks ago but when hanta came to you asking if you wanted to read the awfully boring novel together, who were you to say no?

hanta had a way of making everything feel more alive. over the past few months you, and a handful of other people, have taken notice of how much the two of you spend time together— in how much you enjoy his presence. 

he didn’t have to be telling a dumb joke or making fun of something stupid denki had done. something as simple as being by your side while you’re folding your laundry or mindlessly browsing on your phone, was enough to make you feel so unreasonably good. 

there was something special about your relationship with hanta. something that hasn’t been spoken about on surface level. but the signs were definitely there. 

“she was the epitome of beauty.” hanta finished the sentence, he brows knitting together. “epitome.” he said again. he pinned the book onto his bed with one hand and idly fiddled with his ruffled sheets with his other. 

“he’s basically saying she’s the perfect embodiment of beauty.” you said. “he really likes her.”

hanta nodded his head slowly, “but when he talks to her he acts like he doesn't care?” hanta asks, but it’s clearly his question is coming from curiosity and not confusion. 

you let out a short hum in reply and thought of the best explanation. “well.. maybe he feels too nervous when he  talks to her and can’t show his true emotions?” you tap your fingers against the spine of the novel. you hadn’t given the half baked romance trope of the book much thought but hell if hanta was asking, you were suddenly interested too.

hanat scoffed, shifting from his position. “if i thought someone was the ‘epitome’ of beauty,” his words started off strong but seemed to slowly tumble into a declaration of uncertainty. still he went on, “i would talk to them before anyone else could.” he let out an airy breath. “but i guess i don’t blame him for being nervous.” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. 

you nudged his leg from your spot on the bed, “so what? you see someone you like and immediately ask them out?”

hanta’s eyes flicker to your smirking face,  “i see someone i like and i become their friend.” his eyes fell back onto his bedding. he was really admiring the 100% cotton material. 

“uh huh.” 

“and maybe, eventually, i would ask them out after a couple of years.” he says, his finger making a swirling motion.

“a couple of years?!” you exclaimed, shooting up into a  straightened posture, “you’d make the person you think is perfect wait years for a confession?” you asked, a finger pointed at the tape boy as you suppressed a laugh. you didn’t expect hanta to be so... timid. “who would wait that long?” you asked, genuinely curious.

hanta finally peeled his eyes away from his sheets. his tone indicated that his confidence quickly flooded back, “someone who really likes me too.” he stated, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. 

it was your turn to shift positions now, suddenly feeling like you were under interrogation, when you were really just under hanta’s gaze. your finger fell at his shockingly mature reply. “i guess that makes sense..” you bite your lip.

hanta chuckles at this.

you sighed before you spoke again, allowing your curiosity to get the best of you, “sooo what type of person are you even into?” 

in the couple of years you’ve know hanta he’s never actually had anyone he was talking to, at least not that you know of. and for some reason you felt the need to learn everything about him. it was only natural, right?

hanta shrugged, “someone who can put up with my bullshit.” the book was abandoned now, his idle tracing too, leaving all his attention on you. 

his eyes lit a dangerous fire under you, one that scuffed the surface of your interest. not to the point where it burned, but it left your skin unusually warm. “that leaves your playing field pretty empty huh?” you choose to tease, knowing that if you thought too hard you’d send yourself into a red faced spiral. 

hanta laughed, rubbing his forehead as he shook his head. “not completely empty.” he remarked, something about his words hinting at a subliminal message. “what’s your type then, cerebrito?”

the question caught you by surprise. you hadn’t had time to focus on building romantic relationships with others. you mostly focus on strengthening the relationship you had with your friends, hanta being your strongest. 

“i guess i would like to date someone who can make me laugh. and who likes to spend time with me.” you replied, purposely being broad. hanta had a telling look on his face, making you intrigued to what he was plotting.

hanta nodded, clicking his tongue. “would you like, be into some guy who likes to read boring ass books with you?” he asked carefully, almost like he was ensuring he could play off as a joke if you didn’t answer adequately.

you smiled, ignoring the increase in your heart rate and the sirens blaring in your head. leaning forward, you

force yourself to gently shove his chest, “i would be into a guy who knows what the word epitome means.” you bite back— though it’s more of a playful nip . 

hanta raised a brow and put on a smile, “oh? so you wouldn’t be into a guy who’s the epitome of stupidity?”

he's so stupid. so stupid and so your type. 

“i’m into guys who finish their homework.” you tapped the edge of his copy of the novel. 

hanta settled back into his original position, grinning like he had just won a golden prize. “alright y/n. give this guy a couple of hours and you won’t have to wait any longer.” he brought his focus back to the work below him, “i promise.”

Krbk and yuri beamed krbk

bloom bloom bloom bloom bloom helloooooo do u hv any song recs babes

hii riuuie you know i do !! 🤗🤗🤗 ok this are my favs as of recently:

raveenas new album, “where the butterflies go in the rain” is sooo good like it’s a summer sweet earthly vibe. my top songs from the album are rise, junebug, and pluto.

your teeth in my neck AND lottery by kali uchis yk i love her

and the most underrated song PLLSSS listen ghostride by crumb pls i promise it’ll change ur life

tonight by pinkpantheress, all the time by natalie jinju, heavenly flow by men i trust, slow dance by clario, still love you by the tulips, abigail by frankie cosmos, any song on the static & silence album by the sundays but cry and leave this city are my life songs.

me staring at the request in my inbox… me looking at all my ideas in my notes app…. “omg! i literally have nothing to write”

I love you MHA and I love you Katsuki and Izuku with all my heart. I hope you continue to be heroes and go on many adventures side by side for the rest of your lives.

youre not slick shinsou…

rue requests poly shigadabi please and thank you meow i love you

there’s a reason i asked for this fanart…… woof meow

written under the cut (🙄🙄)

"tomura," your teeth are gritted tight enough to feel your jaw ache, "you need to actually try walking."

instead, his arm slings around your shoulders tighter. he stumbles beside you, heavy footsteps make it clear he's more than just buzzed. you probably should've stopped him a couple drinks ago-- but he was having fun. and tomura had always told you that he could handle his alcohol.

that was a lie.

to be fair, dabi's not doing much better. he is atleast walking by himself; but he sways from side to side every so often and when he pauses to look back at you and tomura he stumbles on the balls of his feet. you think the only reason dabi is still upright is because he was given the sole responsibility to carry your heels back to the room-- drunk dabi was determined to see the task through.

tomura's nose finds your hair, his lips graze the shell of your ear when he speaks and he reeks of alcohol. "you smell good," he mumbles. his hand is heavy and all too light as it traces the curve of your hip along your dress.

"and you smell like you're plastered," you reply, grunting as you heave him over your shoulder into a better position. tomura hiccups in response-- seemingly unbothered by the action. his hand continues to travel along the slopes and curves of your figure, pressed tight due to his legs refusing to work.

"hey--" dabi turns back, his brows are knitted together into some petulant frown. your heels dangle by his middle and ring finger, and he uses them to point towards tomura in an accusing fashion. "can you wait until we're in the room before you start fondling our girlfriend?"

tomura huffs, the puff of air blowing past your ear and pushing some of your hair. "'m not fondling."

your eyes narrow as you continue forward, fixing dabi with a glare. tomura and yourself pass by him and dabi's eyes do not leave yours for a second. "don't antagonize him," your voice is low and strained with the weight of supporting tomura.

at this point, tomura's nice white dress shirt is loose-- the tie is unknotted and dangles against his chest. he stole a hairtie from your purse earlier and pulled his hair up, but some strands still hang in front of his eyes. dabi's halfway undressed as well-- the sleeves of the turtleneck are pushed up to his elbows and he's untucked from the slacks you picked out for him earlier.

and it was a simple PLF event. it was supposed to be.

the skin of your ass is suddenly warm-- dabi's hand is firm on the opposite cheek where you aren't carrying tomura. your cheeks flush-- but your embarassment is outweighed with mild irritation. before you can open your mouth to scold him, dabi's head dips next to yours. his breath is warm, and while both men smell heavily of alcohol, dabi has that lingering smoky scent that mixes a little too well.

"if he gets to touch you, so do i," he mumbles into your ear. there's an underlying command in his tone and it forces your mouth to stay shut.

whatever, you're thinking to yourself. whatever gets us to the room faster and in one piece.

with these two idiots, that statement proved harder than you truly thought it was. at least either of them won’t remember a thing in the morning.

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