. 2001 Recordings Of You And Your Bf Being 17 (majorly Inspired By The Song Sweater Weather By The Neighborhood).

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. 2001 recordings of you and your bf being 17 (majorly inspired by the song sweater weather by the neighborhood).

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. kaminari x reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. fluff, quirkless au,

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

The video begins with kaminari panning the camera angle at the sky that somewhat matched a flame pea he saw the other day. It was a cloudy evening, but regardless still pretty hot and radiant.

He lowers it abruptly to make it look at his feet on the heated sand that pushed out in-between the spaces between his toes whenever he clutched them, flashing the yellowish-orange sun in its perfect conclusion, and the spirited waves of the ocean mimicking the atmosphere’s color.

Then, he shifts it at you.

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“I just saw the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life.”

Iwaizumi's face scrunches in confusion and indignation on the other side of the call.

"Princess, with all due respect, what the fuck are you talking about?" He asks, looking around subtly to see if people around were hearing his half-harsh words.

"Not only he's gorgeous, but he's super pretty too. Ugh, his eyes! I could stare at them forever."

"Y/n, I swear to God, if you're talking about an anime character again..."

"No, Haji, he's a real man, he's like three meters away from me right now- Oh God, he just flexed his jaw, I think I might die from his hotness."

Hajime’s blood was boiling inside. Why the hell would you call your boyfriend to talk about some other guy’s looks?! Was he not attractive enough? Was he lacking something?

“Sheesh, this man has muscles, I mean, his arm? Maybe I should take a picture of his biceps.”

“Y/n, can you sto-”

“He’s wearing a tight polo shirt and sweats, maybe he just got out of the gym?”

Wait a minute.

“What did you say about his eyes?”

“Oh, his eyes.” You sigh dreamily. “So green and so pretty. Oh, he’s smiling now. Haji, he has the most beautiful smile ever.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep. He could be a model if he wanted to. Do you think I should get his number? Though I doubt he’s single, it might be worth a try.”

“What about me?”

“Sorry, Haji, but this man is so freaking pretty, I just can’t help it.”

“Do whatever you want, Y/n. I wish you and the pretty boy all the happiness in the world.”

“Thank you, Hajime. Farewell.”

Iwaizumi ends the call and slips his phone in his pocket. After a few seconds he feels someone tapping his shoulder.

“Can I help you?”

“Sorry, I was standing there and I just could help but notice how handsome you are.” You smile smugly at him.

“Oh, thank you, you don’t look that bad either.”

You pout at his words and he has to hold himself back not to kiss the tiny space between your furrowed eyebrows. You slap his chest but he doesn’t budge, instead a light chuckle escapes his lips.

“You’re no fun, Haji.”

Your boyfriend wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer, giving you a kiss on your forehead while you make yourself comfortable against his chest.

“You need to stop these pranks, I never fall.”

“You almost fell, I could hear your anger in your voice.” He looks to the side, annoyed.

“You called me and started talking about some other guy of course I would be angry.”

“No need to worry, Haji, like I said, you’re the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my entire life.” Your arms lock around his neck to bring him down, you pamper his lips with quick pecks, causing him to chuckle. “My Pretty Boy.”

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At first, I thought spy x family was about Loid marrying Yor bc she was his enemy, and he was hers, and they both needed to take down the other for a mission bc it's like a "keep your friends close and your enemies closer" kinda situation but taken too literally (bc it's anime) and they would try to find opportunities to take each other down but fail because they fell in love or sumn

CERAMIC LIPS — just a little drabble of what it would be like if kirishima was into pottery.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. kirishima eijiro x reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. gender-neutral, high school au, no quirks au, fluff, not proofread so beware

kirishima eijiro, the quiet boy in your 6th-period ceramics class.

he has loud buddies, though. you recollect on the time you saw a blonde boy with yellow eyes leap onto his back, closely being pursued by a black-haired boy with awful posture and piercings, and the blonde-haired boy with crimson eyes and a frown craved on his face. you already knew his name from all the times your science teacher seated you two together for a project. you guys work together well she would say.

in here, however, kirishima is all straight face and silent since his friends aren’t here to deflect. you know he’s mrs urumi’s favorite, she’s always gloating about his works or peaking over his shoulder.

you didn’t want to select ceramics as an elective for your second semester, but since you waited so long your only options were photography or exploration of ceramics. without delay, you picked ceramics.

kirishima was advanced in ceramics, always modeling extract sculptures or heads with intense care. he always looked so in love with his final productions.

while spinning your grossly saturated clay on your potter’s wheel, you green-eyed him. you weren’t confident if your jealousy was bred by noticing how elegant and diverse his creations came out while you only knew how to make a cock-eyed teacup, or how he cradles the life-size head so gingerly while enhancing details on its gray lips. His crimson eyes possess so much tenderness and warmth in them.

so much love and…

and your feet slowly add more pressure on the foot pedal the more you gawk at him. eventually, it builds a lanky, clay tentacle that was spiraling from the acceleration of the wheel it dangled on. the clay tentacle sprinkles portions of itself onto other tables —causing them to groan in annoyance— and attaches slivers of sludge onto your apron.

your teacher shrieks, yelling at you to stop the wheel, jerking you out of your trance. you lifted your foot from the pedal and watch your limp, mud tentacle slowly swirl to a break.

the girls in the corner giggle at you, though they’re the ones all blemished in scars of clay. you feel the temperature rise in the room when you sense a pair of red eyes flick at you. Maybe photography could’ve fitted you better than this shitshow.

unbeknownst to you, he grins and continues working on his piece. he might look like he’s in love with his work, but this personal piece has his heart beating out of his chest.

Meme redraw >:)

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Hiii! Just came back from school, so sorry if I had to make you wait a while. But I'll add you to the tag list rn!!