Happy Birthday Isagi Yoichi. You Put The Stars In The Sky. I Love U So Much.

ate this up like a last meal

street racer au! with shoyo, set in rio, somewhere near the beach. crowds of people, laughter and exhaust fumes filling the air, portuguese music playing the background from someone’s car. shoyo steps out of his own car, sleek, fancy, probably a bright color, and his eyes immediately land on you. there’s a wide grin on his face, cocky and unshakable. people surround him, clapping him on the back, congratulating him; girls rush to him, fawning and asking for his number—for just one chance. but he’s staring at you. he makes a beeline for you, sweeping you up in his arms and spinning you around. the world fades away, music the only thing you can hear and yadda yadda yadda

later that night, when the lights of the sleepless city have dimmed, all the celebrations have finished, and beer cans have been emptied, street racer!shoyo sits with you in his car. the cool breeze bites his nose and he can hear the subtle crashing of waves in the background. he’s always filled with adrenaline after races, especially one’s he wins, but there’s something about the quiet still of sitting with you— the one he loves— that makes him feel a special type of thrill. basking in the moment, he closes his eyes and tilts his head toward the sky.

you giggle, leaning in to whisper in his ear. your breath tickles his skin and sends goosebumps down his spine.

“why’re you looking up there? im right here.”

he opens his eyes and beams down at you, smile widening, “im thanking the universe for today.”

you plant a kiss to his cheek, grinning as largely as him when you pull away. “yeah, seeing you win was pretty cool.”

he laughs, pulling you in once again. the heat from your body against his is electrifying. his lips move against yours fervently, and he pulls away, panting. catching his breath, he presses his forehead to yours.

it’s not enough, he thinks. however close he can be to you, it’s never enough.

“winning was cool,” he admits, and he can feel the excitement from earlier today rise in his stomach. “but…”

“but?” you echo, your chest rising and falling in tandem with his.

his heart pounds with the same ferocity of the ocean crashing in the distance. it beats louder than the quiet hum of his car.

“but…” he continues, eyes locking with yours, “i wasn’t thanking the universe for the win.”

you tilt your head, pulling away from him. he tries not to react to the loss of feeling.

you laugh softly. “what’s more deserving of thanks than winning a race?”

he pauses, but then, he speaks— uncharacteristically soft, but entirely sure.

“winning you.”

Hihi Elle, hope you’re okay! I just wanted to request if you could write something about reader reuniting nagi after his elimination, I dont necessarily think he’s too upset about it but i just wanted to see how ud write it and if he’d need comforting or not. Feel free to ignore ofc, Thank you

:') i gotchu bae (the 299 leaks Hurt :’))

reuniting after his elimination

nagi seishiro x gn!reader. angst, hurt-comfort

you stood at the bus stop, anxiously wringing your hands as you waited for your boyfriend to arrive. you'd been watching live when the final results were announced and received a text from him not even ten minutes later that he'd see you soon. he didn’t sound too distressed over the phone, but you weren’t sure how he’d be in person.

finally, you spot the faded blue bus turn the corner and stand from the bench, eager to reach out and hold your boyfriend. you waited for the bus to slow and felt goosebumps erupt over your arms when you spotted nagi through the window.

the doors opened, and there he was.

his hoodie and hair were slightly rumpled, as if he’d fallen asleep on the ride back. there was a blue lock bag clutched in one fist as the other hand was wrapped loosely around the strap of his personal backpack. his eyes looked a bit distracted as he stepped off the bus, and you spread your arms out wide.

“aw, baby,” you cooed when he dropped both bags onto the ground and stepped into your embrace, nearly knocking you over with how heavily he hugged you.

“‘m sorry,” you heard him mumble into your hair. you gently pulled his face away and cupped it between your hands, his arms still wrapped around your waist. “i wanted you to be proud of me.”

you hoped he couldn’t hear the sound of your heart breaking as it shattered in your chest. “sei, i am proud of you.” you brushed his white bangs from his eyes as he shook his head. “i let you ‘nd reo down. i wanted to keep playing with him and the others. sucks.”

sighing, you pulled his face into the crook of your neck so you could run your fingers through his hair and down his back. “then you get better. you practice, you find your ego, and you play. just because you aren’t playing with them now doesn’t mean this is the end for you.”

nagi nuzzled his nose against your neck. “i cried,” he announced, sounding slightly embarrassed by the confession. “after i left. reo, too. he tried really hard to fight for my spot. feels bad.”

you tightened your grip on him. you’d seen that live; you felt those emotions, too. “that’s okay. he cried because he cares about you, you know. not because he was mad at you.”

“… still.” nagi squeezed you around the middle and you fought the urge to break down right then and there. he was clearly upset and seemed conflicted over that.

stepping out of his grasp, you placed a soft smile on your face and caressed his cheek with your thumb. “you’re home, now. let’s celebrate that for a little bit! i found a place that makes really good lemon tea not far from here.”

you pulled the straps of nagi’s backpack over your shoulders as he grabbed his blue lock duffle bag. when you caught him eyeing the logo a bit longer than you liked, you reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. the corner of his lip curled up a tad when he looked over to find you smiling at him. “come on, sei. my treat!”

ty for the tag tiff!

ntp: @dearru @bakery-anon @kissunday

found a fun little personality test!

i am open tagging as always bc i wanna see everyone’s results!!!!!!

JJK Coded Tweets

toji fushiguro edition~

a/n: I think this might be my favorite edition. Toji is funny asf.

divider by @jilval !

Richard Avedon - Jean Shrimpton Wearing a Dress from Bonwit Teller (Vogue 1968)

𝐌𝐑. 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ─── katsuki bakugou, part two.

content. smau. f!reader. dry texter!katsuki. profanity. katsuki lowkey clocks reader. sarcasm. reader calls katsuki princess.

part one.

yay so hyped for ur event meeya

can i pls get a mha matchup

3 facts abt me:

i dye my hair a lot

i always need a sweet treat after my food

i get sleepy after i eat like a baby

3 hobbies i enjoy

painting/drawling

writing

sleeping

you already know what i look like so? i don’t feel a strong need to write it LOL

ty ilysm my big booty gf

SUNFLOWERS ; I MATCH YOU WITH . . . KIRISHIMA EIJIROU !

─── headcanons

1. you help each other dye your hair. not much to say here. he has to dye his roots every two weeks, so you very often find yourself in his bathroom, his head bent over the sink, complaining about how hot the water is 😭

2. HE IS ALWAYS DOWN FOR A SWEET TREAT. he genuinely eats enough for like 4 people in one sitting, so he’s usually the one who’s like “want dessert?”

3. cat naps 💤 despite his quirk, he is very soft when relaxing. and hes like a walking heater, too. just pressing up against him immediately soothes your worried brow, sending you into a lull as you smush your face against his MASSIVE titties 💯

4. i actually don’t know how tall you are, but kirishima is massive, so he’s probably taller than you. he thinks it’s cute when you get mad. of course, he takes it serious when needed, but when it’s over silly things he can’t help but snicker down at you. not in a mean way, but he just can’t be intimidated when you look so cute.

5. you know those like wine and paint nights? yeah for sure. kirishima is not artistic in anyway at all, but he likes doing it when he’s with you. yours turn out so beautiful, so serene, and his are… red and pink blobs that look vaguely like flowers!

─── moodboard

─── song

like and i’ll be in ur asks when i wake up

##/ anything with shoto todoroki

in which todoroki would do anything to get your attention, even denki’s foolish requests

another small drabble, not spell checked or anything so sorry, just whipped this up. gn reader.

shoto todoroki is very inept when it comes to romantic relationships, feelings and anything for the sort, emotions were not one of the things drilled into him as a child - despite him being a quite emotional one during his extremely early ages.

as a result, his crush with you had been a very turbulent ride, contrasted with the lack of progress and lined awkward silence between the both of you.

denki, the evil guy himself, decides to take advantage of this.

shoto regularly asks the guys for advice as soon as it became known he had feelings for you.

“i swear to fucking god, if you ask me this bullshit again i’ll tell her you kick puppies for a living, icy hot!” katsuki’s roars as he angrily fits his shirt on.

“kacchan relax! sorry shoto, maybe just tell her directly?” izuku advises.

“but… how?” shoto responds, head tilting slightly.

all the boys sweat-drop at him, amazed at how shoto is oblivious to the fact that even if he were to tell you to lick his shoes you would do it in a heartbeat, anyone would with a face card like his.

denki has had enough of this, how shoto is literally a walking model magazine yet doesn’t even know it, making all the boys feel like shit when asking them advice on how to get a girl when they haven’t gotten any dates in their whole lifetime?

i mean, has shoto even seen the edits?

“i have an idea.” denki smiles.

“oh dear god”

“HAHA DUNCE FACE FINALLY USES THAT PEA BRAIN OF HIS!”

“let him cook guys”

“ah hell nah, he damn near burn the kitchen.”

“HAHAHAHA!”

“yeah ok, let’s all hate the really cool guy!” denki sulks.

shoto walks towards denki, indicating that he wanted to listen to him. in all honesty, he felt as though denki knew the most of about romance, more than any of the other guys anyways.

denki’s face lit up, immediately leaning in to whisper into shoto’s ear.

“really? they’d want something like that?” shoto enquires, raising an eyebrow up whilst looking to denki.

denki nodded furiously in response, holding a thumbs up to shoto, not noticing the slightly evil glint in denki’s eyes.

at around 8:00pm, an hour after dinner was served, a knock rang through your dorm.

you reluctantly answered it, already wrapped in your warm duvet blanket (sponsored by shoto todoroki himself).

when opened your door, at first you saw nothing, the darkness of the hallway being the only thing in your line of vision.

then, out of nowhere, an array of phone lights illuminated the hallway, only for shoto todoroki to slide through in a black suit and a red tie, on his knees, with a bouquet of floweres in hands, all the way to your feet, with the song ‘there goes my baby’ by usher playing in the background.

then, as he arrived at your feet, he sultry flipped his hair out of his face and looked dead into your eyes, then said:

“it’s nearly easter and i don’t have my favourite surprise, stop stalling and be mine.” with a monotone yet oddly sexy tone.

the hallway erupted in laughter, including you, as shoto suddenly started to turn red.

he guessed that when denki told him in the locker room, it didn’t seem too weird as he backed it up by saying you reposted a lot of these videos.

but now, as he sat beneath you with flowers in your hand and a cringy pick up line that he’s now sure denki just made up on the spot, shoto felt kinda embarrassed.

but that all washed away when your squatted to meet him, brushed his hair out of his face and kissed him softly on the corner of his lips.

“you’re so corny, you couldn’t just asked me, you know?” you giggled.

“it… wasn’t-“

“trust me, i know. i’ll kill denki for you later, for now, come in.” you winked, pulling him off the ground and into your room.

the hallways cheered and clapped while shoto was bright red in the face, all while sporting a rare dopey smile on his face.