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pretty baby (e-42 miles x black! fem!reader)

— car rides with miles nvr fail to make u queazy

— ⚠️: light cursing, slightly suggestive, slight angst, kinda sensitive reader

"you are unbelievable, y'know that?"

sitting in the car scrunched up with your legs close to your chest, you turned your whole body away from the driver's seat, trying to avoid any and all contact with the driver. after what happened today, you didn't think you could ever face miles again, too embarrassed to talk to him the entire car ride.

"it wasn't even that big a deal baby, i'm sure nobody even cared like that," he chuckled. he thought it was childish how such small moments could affect your mood for such wildly long periods of time.

"I sucked the syrup off your fingers miles, in front of all your friends. i'm humiliated!" you cried, putting your hands over your face and bending down into your lap; anything to avoid eye contact with him.

looking back at the road with a smirk on his face, he said, "if it makes you feel better, I didn't mind it..-"

"MILES!" you whined as you snapped your head in his direction. "how could you say that to me right now?!"

"oh– ok i'm sorry baby, but that doesn't mean you have to act like this-!"

you rolled your head back as you groaned and covered your face with your hands again; he didn't get it. the way you were perceived was extremely important to you, especially in front of people who you deemed important. you didn't want your boyfriends' friends to perceive you as some sort of sex fiend.

"just drive miles. you don't get it."

furrowing his eyebrows, he turned the block and pulled into a mcdonalds parking lot near your house. "then make me understand, hm? why are you letting this stupid shit affect you?"

"oh my god miles just take me home, please I don't wanna talk about it–"

"no, see 'cause now you have my attention, what's the matter?" if there was one thing you knew about miles, it's that he won't let shit go, especially when it comes to you.

"miles, i swear to god if you don't drive me home i'm gonna get out this car and walk," you threatened. you could feel tears begin to form in your eyes and the burning feeling you get in your gut when you're about to cry. miles noticed your chest rising and falling, a telling sign you were about to cry; this only pushed him further.

"you not goin' nowhere. not until you talk to me, so here's what we gon' do; we will sit in this car and we won't move until you start talking," he said as brought his hand up to your face, wiping the tear that escaped your waterline before it could drip and ruin your makeup.

your face scrunched up at the small gesture and you pressed your lips in a tight line. suddenly the burning feeling burned even hotter, and the saliva in your mouth began to increase. more tears slipped from your eyes. in a soft yet pleading voice, you asked, "please, can I just go home?"

he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at your state and it was then he could tell this was a real problem. "ay baby.. eres mi vida. talk to me," he cupped your face with both of his hands as they caught the tears falling. with your face smushed in his hands, he leaned in to give you a smooch, not caring if your lipgloss got all over him– he just wanted to see you smile for him.

"I don't want them to think badly of me miles.. they all looked at me funny and were cheering when I did it. I humiliated myself in front of them," you spilled, not wanting to keep it in anymore. and to be honest, it felt weird crying in your boyfriends' hands and not into your pillow alone in your room.

putting his forehead to yours, he said, "hey, look at me; you don't always have to worry about impressing everybody. everybody don't matter, you understand me? only me and you, ok? ion' wanna see you crying over some pinche pendejos who don't got they own girls and haven't matured since middle school."

you giggled softly as you sniffled your nose.

"there's that pretty smile," he mumbled as he gave a kiss to the top of your head.

"my pretty girl…”

you could feel your face get warmer after what he said, the indication, that big yet subtle word “my” sticking out to you like a sore thumb.

“what, you like that? like when I call you that mi vida?” you knew he would never let you live this down, and this would be one of your many nicknames he would use on you to get you flustered to his own advantage.

“shut up—”

“what, you don’t wanna be my pretty girl?” he inquired whilst leaning back to look at you, feigning disappointment.

“of course I do miles-”

“then lemme hear you say it chiquita— c’mon I wanna hear you say it,” he said sounding very suave. you grew weak in the knees whenever miles deepened his voice while speaking to you, and he definitely used this to his advantage. thank goodness you we’re sitting down because lord knows if you were standing, you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself together without bending over backwards for him.

your eyes wandered to anywhere else in the car, not wanting to see the look on miles face when you said what you were about to say, “i’m your pretty girl.”

“yeah, I know that’s right.”

– i wanna be his pretty girl so bad lol

idc idc if we're being honest, izuku would make one of the best bfs in bnha

Four MHA Ships! I took suggestions on Twitter. This was fun and I used procreate again, which I haven't done in awhile!

explain this one, liberals

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cold coffee

pairing :

> matsukaws issei x gn!reader

cw :

> a little grain of angst if you squint, otherwise should be none

notes :

> COFFEE SHOP AU! cause I can, and I love it, and I love mattun writing this thing had me all hrmmnfjf 🥰😳 so-

mattsukawa noticed you immediately after he walked into brew for stars for the first time. you sat in the corner, fully endorsed into whatever you were doing on your laptop. you sipped out of a cup of coffee every once in a while, and he couldn't help but think you were pretty.

he came back the next day, a bit earlier, and sat in the corner opposite where you sat the day previous, waiting for you to arrive, so maybe he could eventually work up the courage to talk to you.

he watched as you walked in, bag slung over your shoulder, lightly rubbing your hands together. it was winter afterall, and he wondered if you came here everyday.

he came back, day after day, sneaking glances at you, and after a while he even memorized your order. he could state it word for word if he wanted, the words falling off his tongue as if it was his phone number, (though he thought he could probably remember your order better than he could remember his own phone number).

he snuck glances at you for weeks, sitting in the corner opposite of the little table you occupied, meant for two people, but the seat across from you always remained empty.

he noticed when you came in one day, a bit later than usual. you didn't look as you usually did. you looked tired, stressed, maybe even a little sad. you didn't order your usual order, instead just a water, and that's when he wondered if you were okay.

that's when matsukawa stood up, he approached the counter, and before he could process what he was doing, he was listing off your order and his (as he tended to not order his coffee until after you arrived, maybe because he hoped you would notice him walking past you), the words falling past his lips without a thought.

when he received two cups, he took his, asking if one of the workers would give you the other one, letting you know who it was from, and he slunk back over to his table, and he wondered if you ever noticed him too, sitting at a table for two, but the second chair always empty.

a worker walked by, stopping by you. he could hear her kind tone even if her back was turned to him.

"someone ordered this for you, he said not to worry about paying him back," she spoke, her head gesturing towards him, and mattsun pretended to be paying attention to his phone, as if he wasn't listening for your words.

you don't answer as the woman walks away, looking at the cup with wonder, and then he could practically feel your eyes on him. he had to bite back a flustered smile, sipping his coffee nonchalantly.

his eyes darted up when he heard you gathering your things, and for a second he was frightened you were leaving, that you thought he was a creep or just wanted to get into your pants.

these thoughts were interrupted when you laid your bag on the ground by the empty seat across from him, you sat your coffee on the table and settled into the seat. and for thr first time over the course of weeks, he made direct eye contact with you, and his first thought was wow... their eyes are beautiful.

he smiled softly, fighting down a blush as usual smiled back.

"thank you. for the coffee..." he shivered, he'd been thinking about the first words you'd say to him. was it wrong to think of someone he didn't even know the name of so much?

he took another sip of his coffee. "you came in and didn't order. you looked kinda sad, so I thought I'd finally try and talk to you."

"I noticed you," your words were light. "you always look at me."

he blinked at you, unable to push down thr blush creeping up his neck. "a-ah- sorry- I didn't uh- I didn't mean to seem creepy. I just..." he chuckled softly. "it's hard to not look at someone so pretty."

he noticed how you avoided his eyes, fingers fiddling with one of your jacket strings, breathing a little laugh. "I um... I thought you were really pretty too. I never had the courage to- to talk to you I suppose."

matsukawa snorted, swirling his cup gently. "same goes for me," he muttered.

"l/n," you say. "my name is l/n y/n."

he swears his eyes probably light up, and he probably brightens. "matsukawa issei, you can call me mattsun if you'd like. or issei. either works." he smirks softly as you laugh, nodding gently to his words.

"so why did you look so down in the dumps anyway?"

your smile falls a bit and you sink in your seat a bit. "kind of just broke off ties with a long-time friend of mine. I just miss them.."

the man let's out a hushed "ah," before he stands up, coffee in hand, and holding his hand out to you.

"well, if you're not too busy, maybe we could go do something. and hopefully get your mind off of it?"

your smile returns, and you stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder again, cup in hand as your fingers intertwine with his, thr coffee is long cold by nowadays, but it's okay, because the warmth of hid hand makes up for it, offering you a taste of the comfort that matsukawa could bring you.

you hoped this is the beginning of something, maybe something that will last, and maybe future you would thank present you for walking into that coffee shop.

Shinsou Hitoshi is the definition of enemies to lovers. Someone write that. (They said as a writer)

guys, this is so random but i just feel like eren loves girlies with glasses :))))

he’s definitely tweeted “love a girl with glasses, like yes baby come here, no! to ur left!!” on some stupid shit and so many girls retweeted it with a pic of them in their glasses.

what they don’t know is that he’s talking abt u, picturing ur pretty mouth wrapped ‘round him while u still have ur glasses on. eyes half shut and sleepy, sucking cock like it’s a pacifier.

makes his body heat when he thinks abt the way he got nut on ur glasses :( he was expecting u to get upset and an apology was on the tip of his tongue. yet, u just pulled em off and sighed, “ren…. got my glasses dirty” and licked it off.

made his pretty eyes go wide and his dick swell again :(((( made u lay down just for him to fuck u for like two hours until u fell asleep.

sigh….. he just loves his lil blind gf :( makes him weak in the knees

matsukawa and hanamaki are equivalent to mordecai and rigby

﹒₊‧i love oikawa

despite the whole "playboy" archetype he's given, oikawa is very very loyal to you in a relationship. he stops all flirting business with his fangirls and puts all his extra time and energy into you and making you happy with him.

he 100% still flirts you with as if you're just a pretty stranger in a cafe. he thinks it keeps the realtionship more alive, and he also just really enjoys seeing you all flustered because of him.

clingy asf. at school if he sees you in the halls he HAS to run up to you and give you a quick kiss on the cheek or hug before his next class. you guys are having a little sleepover and in the morning he will not let go of you. even if you do manage to wiggle out of his hold and go to the bathroom, you'll finding him standing right outside the door when you get done to latch back onto you.

he likes pda because he likes "showing you off to the world as his". i would like to say he never goes far with it but he would full on makeup with you in the school courtyard if you asked him too ._. (don't be that couple)