Rintarou Suna With His Intensely Green Eyes Who Likes To Stare Into Your Soul Until He’s Got You Squirming

nevermind i’m done being emo instead i’m thinking ab fucking retired army sergeant bakugou and how his dog tags bounce when he first cants his hips to sink into you

met gala is today, so imagine: stepping onto the red carpet at the met gala in with your husband bakugou. cameras flash brightly, lighting a sparkle in your eyes as paparazzi attempt to capture your custom dress made to fit the theme and in every picture, katsuki is right behind you trying to fix your skirts or touch up your hair — he even helps you with your shoes as you make the long trek up those iconic stairs.

when you’re stopped for interviews to talk about your outfit, preparations for the gala, your latest movie, song or pro hero stunts katsuki is hovering behind you with so much love in his deep red eyes because you’re the only person at the gala that he really cares about.

photographs of the blonde number two hero kissing your hand or holding up your train on the carpet set the internet ablaze. it doesn’t help that you’re both insanely beautiful, and katsuki emphasised he wanted his outfit to match/compliment yours — for once styling his hair up (thus exposing his forehead) all because you asked him to <3

JASON TODD does not have a soft spot for you.

if anyone asked, that’s what he’d say. flat. absolute.

because he doesn’t.

doesn’t matter that he lets you get away with things that would have anyone else eating pavement. doesn’t matter that when you touch or poke or kiss or bite him, he does nothing to stop you—and when you do stop, there’s something almost like… disappointment.

he most definitely doesn’t go out of his way for you, either. doesn’t swing by that café you like just to bring you your favourite beverage. sure as hell doesn’t automatically search for your face when he enters a room full of people…

no. jason todd does not have a soft spot for you.

(he has a weak spot for you. a vulnerable spot. an achilles heel lodged just behind his sternum, nestled between his lungs—right where a bullet would do the most damage. but never a soft spot.)

Sukugo baby: Kojiro

My beloved 🤍

megumi fushiguro, 28.

my heart is so link shaped

you wouldn’t believe

thinking abt younger brother's best friend matsukawa whom you've seen grow up from being a scrawny, lanky, and awkward teenager to a charismatic, handsome mf. he really grew into his features, especially after high school, and now that you're back in miyagi for the summer, you're constantly reminded of that fact bc like the good ol' times, he comes around to your place every so often.

(you struggle with the fact that you actually find him handsome after all these years of viewing him as just another younger brother. it's not that he was ever ugly to begin with, but it feels a little weird to be seeing him in a different light)

matsukawa, on the other hand, who always had the tiniest crush on you takes this very opportunity to finally do something about it. don't mind him as he continues to gravitate towards you whenever he visits hiro, always taking his time to have a conversation with you, always with a hand ghosting close to you. or when his thigh is pressed up against yours on the couch for movie nights, his body heat dizzying and comforting at the same time.

don't mind him, giving you his full attention whenever you speak, always taking your side regardless of whether you're right or wrong (much to the dismay of hiro). always bringing your favorites over because he loves the way your face light up, loves to see you enjoying his mother's food.

so don't mind him, when he's got your back pressed against the kitchen counter, effectively trapping you between the counter and his body, but not forcing himself on you. he's always attentive to you and your moods, so when you gingerly reaches out to place your hands on his shoulders and gives a little tug forward, he slowly leans down to meet your lips.

(don't mind him when he smiles into the kiss because he feels you reciprocate)

bf! suna rintaro who has a polaroid of you and him in his phone case. he takes a lot of pictures of the two of you, there is always proof of your relationship, but this one was by far his favourite.

you're on the couch, facing him and sitting pretty on his lap. one of your arms drapes lazily on his shoulders while your other hand carresses his cheek. there are cliché red solo cups scattered on the floor, the smell of cheap vodka and poorly rolled blunts only making you want to hold your boyfriend closer. bass thumping in your chest, you tilt your head to whisper in his ear over the music but suna interrupts your soft "love you" with a nod to someone else. you turn your upper body, lips parted and face flush, only to be met with a blinding flash. "y'all make me SICK," atsumu gags, moving the camera down to reveal his face and rolling his eyes while he waits for the photo to print. "BYE atsumu. thanks." your boyfriend shoos, jutting out his hand to receive the little polaroid that then atsumu presses into his hand annoyed. "ungrateful ass" he mumbles with a disappointed shake of his head, and you giggle as he gets distracted by another photo opportunity. you snatch the picture out of suna's hand and he tsks but a blush spreads quickly across his cheeks. the photo must have been good. your head was turned, staring down the barrel of the camera, lips swollen and lipgloss melted and smeared. one of your eyes was red, not unlike the lipstick stains you kissed into suna's jaw that one of your hands held. his were around your hips, but the photo couldn't capture how he was rubbing his thumb up and down your skin. your boyfriend was staring at you with red cheeks and his usual smirk was replaced with a genuine smile that said it all. you have this boy in loveeee ugh 😭

ᵎᵎᵎ ִֶ ࣪ ⊹ ֶָ ، 𓂅 the song that was playing at the party : nikes by frank ocean

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