★﹒₊‧types Of Crushees They Are

recently i really have been no thoughts.. head sero

Sero thoughts!

Masterlist!

In my mind Sero can play the guitar and the ukulele so beautifully and he can also sing, I feel like he would actually have that scratchy raspy singing voice that's so pretty and relaxing loll!! and its a plus he also can sing in Spanish because again in my mind Sero is half Mexican half Japanese. Sero one time stayed up to 3am to write a song for you and when he played it for you you literally started tearing up because is was so beautiful and full of love. Sero is such a love struck boy like seriously you do something to that boy he is absolutely OBSESSED with you to the point it's so adorable. Most of the time he doesn't really sing in Spanish because he feels like his voice isn't as good as it is when he sings normally (which is such bs) but if you beg him (ask once) he'll do it for you because ur his sweet little baby! If you ask him so sing you too sleep he usually always sings in Spanish then because you mentioned one time before y'all were dating that weirdly Spanish music helps you fall asleep so now every time you ask him to he sings in Spanish. He's so lover boy coded guys like idk what it is about him but something abt him just gives off such lover vibes and its so cute SIGHHH I wish he was real :(

Songs he would sing to you:

Supermodel

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Katsuki bakugou picks up his model girlfriend after a show.

TW- literally softness, no swearing i think, paparazzi?, PDA.

Modelling was something you do as a hobby, born into what was consider a wealthy family you really didn’t need to do a job considering the amount of unnecessary money you held under your name and With what was considered a dream life, dream job, and a perfect boyfriend.

Katsuki was always your number one fan, as you were his, he was there at almost every show backstage and at the front row. You never blamed him for not always being there, being the number one pro hero was a tiring job and requires him to be able at all times, plus the extra attention you get from him to make up for not being there only makes it better.

Today was just another runway show, Katsuki couldn’t make it as he was being held up my some villain, which is okay as he informed you that he’ll be waiting at the back door to pick you up after. you usually liked to be in the present but you couldn’t help but want this to hurry up so you can see your “lover boy” (as your friends would call him). The walk was smooth with no errors, after all you were known as the best in the industry. after the final walk you quickly changed out of clothes into the silk dress you wore on your way here, it was comfortable yet classy, an emerald coloured 3/4 dress. you bid farewell to the workers and your friends, speeding through the halls to the back gate. as the door opens the chilly air hits you, you walk a little down the rather wide alleyway only to find katsuki leaning after his car, it appears he’s changed out of his hero costume into.. dress pants? that was uncharacteristic of him. he smiles as he notices you walking up to him, “hey katsu” you said, “new fit huh, i like it” you continued checking him out. “yea, wanted to take you out, i’m glad you like it sweetheart ” he said as he gave you a kiss.

“come on let’s get you out of here” he ushers you into the passenger seat of his ridiculously expensive car, driving with one hand never leaving your thigh. “how was the show pretty?” he asks as he comes to a stop infront of a large building, “ it was good i guess, boring without you in the front row though” you say as the valet key opens your door, you watch as katsuki hands him the key and walks around the car to you. “that’s why i’m here to make up for it my sweet girl” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist and nudges your cheek with his nose, his voice rough but tone soft. during the start of your relationship you often got whiplash at how katsuki’s behaviour changes around you, but this was his way to showing you that he loved you. that you weren’t like everyone else, that you were special, and that to him you were the world.

The evening spent with him was pleasant, the food was your favourite, katsuki knowing your taste like the back of his hand made sure to reserve the best restaurant, a spot with a stunning view and him constantly drowning you in his affections. both of you isolated in your own love bubble failing to realise the amount of footage paparazzi was able to get of you. needless to say, you, society’s IT girl, and number one Pro Hero Dynamight were trending for atleast a week after the incident, fans were swooning over the nations power couple and katsuki’s uncharacteristic softness that only makes it appearance with you.

☆༉ — RYOMEN SUKUNA. santa’s little helper.

about. dressing up as slutty santa warrants some unwanted attention, luckily, sukuna is there to play santa’s grumpy little helper. merry christmas.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, meet cute, reader gets harassed/cat-called, reader is wearing a dress, modern!sukuna, fem!reader. it’s still christmas somewhere - enjoy !! (1K).

you meet modern bf!sukuna at a train station on christmas eve.

all your friends have gone home with guys that they fancied from the club, all the ubers in the area are either booked out or have sky high prices just to get you thirty minutes away not to mention the fact that it’s ice cold and your stupid mean girls themed santa outfit keeps riding up.

if you huff hard enough a cloud of smoke appears in place of your breath — like that of a mighty dragon, accumulating in the night air. it entertains you for all but a moment and doesn’t waste enough time for your train to come faster.

it’s not due for another thirteen minutes.

in that time you watch gangs of girls, groups of guys and just about anybody come and go from the station. your platform isn’t packed but it’s not too empty to the point where you feel unsafe.

“hey pretty girl.” ugh. as if your night couldn’t get any worse, a dingy looking stranger appears from nowhere — breathing down your neck, nastily drinking you in as if you’re a free shot at a bar. like you’re easy.

waving your hand away, you focus your gaze on the platform across the track and pray that someone notices your predicament. “no thank you.”

“oh come on gorgeous, give a guy a chance!” they press, crossing all of your boundaries to be in your space. even as you try to walk away, you can still feel the ghost of their sleazy words against the bare and exposed parts of your skin.. “where are you going all dressed like that, with no one to admire you?”

on instinct, you pull down your skirts as if to hide yourself from greedy eyes — storming down the platform. “none of your business!”

“hey now, little miss santa! don’t you wanna know? i’ve got a sleigh you can ride!”

“not interested! i’m all good.”

“why? you got a boyfriend?”

“yeah, i do.” you lie smoothly.

“then where is he?” the stranger mocks and closes in on you — you look around pathetically, waiting for some good passer-by to come and help you.

a heavy hand land’s on the stranger’s shoulder — making them jump in shock. you watch as the hand squeezes down, almost tight enough to break bone. “right here,” says a gravelly, husky voice that instantly fills you with warmth and relief. stepping aside, your hero reveals himself — tall with rippling muscles and spiralling black tattoos, lazy blood red eyes and a snarl that reveals sharp fangs and canines. all topped off my tufts of soft pink hair, which don’t do anything to dim his threatening aura. “you got a problem?”

“n-no! sorry man, i didn’t—“

“fuck off, will ya?” your hero spits out venomously and the stranger nods — practically disappearing into thin air after that. your shoulders sag and tensions dissipate from your body. “you okay…miss?”

tentatively, you give the pink-haired man your name — you owe him that much after he’d more or less saved your skin. “all good, thanks to you…”

“sukuna.” he doesn’t look at you, instead pulling a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and lighting one with a flicker of a flame. it’s like he feels you watching him in dismay, and laughs as he takes a drag. it’s kind of sexy, you’ll admit — the way he throws his head back let’s you see the thick lines of black ink extending down his neck. “ticket office is closed and security is shit here. small station. no one’s watching me smoke.”

“right…thanks, sukuna.”

he finally turns to you, deep and blood red eyes drinking you in — almost scrutinising you. you squirm under his gaze, heat prickling at the back of your neck and providing some protection from the cold. “where were you off too?”

“christmas party with some friends.”

“where are they now?”

“sucking face somewhere, and no, they didn’t offer me an Uber before they left.”

sukuna taps the ash from his cigarette and it falls away in the icy breeze. “shit night.”

wringing your fingers, you shrug a little bit. “i guess it could have been worse. so thank you for helping out,” you hum appreciatively. “all i have to do now is wait for this stupid train.”

a beat of silence passes between you both, only broken by your chattering teeth and sukuna’s occasional sniff between puffs of smoke. you hate smokers, but you don’t ask him to stop. not after he’d helped you and is willing to be your human shield until your train comes. anyone else would have left by now.

“i can give you a ride home, if you want?”

you frown… was he, trying to make a move on you?

“if you have a car why are you at a train station.”

sukuna smirks slowly, dropping his cig to the floor and crushing it under his sneaker. you don’t remind him that there’s a law against smoking on the platform. “i’m waiting for my little brother to get home from a trip with his friends. we don’t live too far from here and i offered to pick him up from the station.” he shrugs.

you blink up at him with wide eyes. you’d never imagine a man that looks and carries himself like he does to care so deeply for someone else. you suppose you’re judging a book by his cover.

you’re dressed like slutty santa, so you honestly have no right to do so.

“what’s your brother’s name?”

“yuuji. it’s just us, no parents. that’s why i’m picking him up.” sukuna turns to you, running a hand through his messy pink undercut. “look, i promise i’m not some creep. y’just look cold and i’m not about to let some girl get fucked over by weirdos at this time of night. i won’t touch you, but you can sit in the back with yuuji if it makes you feel better. people usually prefer his stupid face over mine anyways.” he mumbles that last part to himself, but is pleasantly surprised by the cute flutter of laughter that escapes you. “what’s s’funny?”

with a hand resting on your bare stomach, you try to contain yourself. “is it the tattoos or the fact that you have resting bitch face?”

“both.” sukuna sniggers in response, shoving his cold hands deep into his pockets. “so, you takin’ up the offer or what?”

“yeah, thank you…sukuna,” you smile, subtly sliding up beside him for warmth on the chilly platform. “i’d like to meet yuuji for myself, see which brother i prefer.”

“oh fuck you.”

“maybe some other time.”

and even though he’s sure that you’re joking, sukuna detects a glint of honestly in your sparkling eyes as the train finally approaches — it’s yellowing light from inside the carriage only illuminating that spark. you turn your head, trying to spot yuuji while he ponders your words.

sukuna is definitely going to ask for your number after he drops you home. he’ll have to thank that brat of a baby brother yuuji for the opportunity next — without him begging for sukuna to come get him, this would have never happened.

you would have never met.

it’d be a great christmas story to tell the grandkids too. so he’d really have to thank yuuji, even though sukuna would never hear the end of it.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

you asked for scenarios with sero so i shall provide one (hopefully)

first date with sero where nothing goes right bc he’s very nervous and very clumsy

YES !!

he doesn’t understand how this happened. he even went to kirishima and bakugou asking how to plan this date out so that NOTHING would go wrong. yet here he stood. drenched with you under a bus stop, with ice cream smeared all over his pant leg.

it all started around 12:30. after 4 months of pinning after you, he managed to ask you out. well you kinda asked him out. it was late one night and you guys were texting. talking about school and stuff.

sero :p : yeah i can actually est Honkey’s ‘Tonk’ burger in 3 minutes and 23 seconds

y/n : NO U CANT ! stop lying

sero :p : I SO CAN !!

y/n : we’ll you’ll just have to show me, so i can see it for real :)

sero :p : i definitely should. how abt tmrw ?

y/n : sounds great ! 12:30?

and so that next day he waited by the school gate for you. you was mentally kicking himself for not offering to pick you up at your dorm but too late now. “sero? hey!” he heard from behind him, turing around he was met with you. how beautiful you looked in casual clothes: vintage levi jeans with a simple tight black long sleeve. your jewelry glistened in the afternoon sun and he had to come back from his haze to greet you. the beginning was going great! he ended up not ordering the hunkey’s tonk burger because, as mina said, making a lady watch you scarf down a pound burger was not a turn on. so he took you to a small thai place he knew of. the two of you talked, ate and at the end of the meal you offered to buy him ice cream.

walking down the street to the ice cream parlor sero couldn’t help but thank whatever forces are in control for a great date. the sky was getting a little cloudy but nothing serious. when the two of you went outside to enjoy your treats, a MASSIVE gust of wind ran right past the two of you. by some force it managed to roll onto seros lap, creating a big sticky splatter on his pant leg. you laugh it off and pull some napkins from your purse to blot it so at least it wasn’t wet.

he pulls you into the ally behind a the ice cream place and you crouch down to try and get most of the ice cream off. he embarrassingly tells you it is no big deal and he can get it himself but you won’t listen. you get up, sadly telling him that you did the best you could but he’d probably have to wash them. you can tell by his face sero is clearly in a bad mood now, so you led him back in the direction of the dorms. he hates himself now. he ruined a perfectly good day. well he didn’t directly ruin it but that doesn’t help his mood. he walks beside you, slowly. he can’t even look at you he’s too embarrassed. he doesn’t make small talk, and neither do you. not because you don’t want to talk to him but you just don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

he notices you open your mouth a little then close it, biting the inside of your cheek. he makes a mental note to ask you about it later when he’s more chipper. then you inhale, loud enough for him to hear and turn slightly facing him as you walk. he’s bracing for you to reject in one of the many ways he has become familiar too then-

a loud bang, and then crack, and then silence before the hard water falls from the sky. sero looks up. not believing that this too is happening right now. he looks down at you and expects dispoinemt, anger, saddness, any of those but he’s met with your pretty soft smile before meeting his eyes and grabbing his hand-

and you’re running. with him. hand in hand to the bus stop a hundred feet ahead. he can hear your laugh through the rain and wind gushing past his ears and ue can’t help but smile with you. the two of you stay thete, laughing and he apologizes.

“for what?”

“ruining your day. i know it wasn’t your plan to clean ice cream off me and get drenched in your pretty outfit.”

“you clearly don’t know anything about my plans, sero.” you say with a wink. after a moment of laughter you look back up at him. “you think my outfit is pretty?” you ask him in that sly tone. you see his muscular shoulders relax, as if he’s just let go of a breath when he says “i think everything about you is pretty.” with this eyes.

the two of you wait for an hour under the bus stop. chatting away about everything and nothing. when the storm is reduced to light sprinkles he takes your hand to walk you back to your dorm. kissing your cheek goodbye. when he walks back to the common room where his friends reside. they stare at him soaked head to toe with a noticeable darker stain on his pants, mina can’t help but cringe. “how did uh- the date go?” she ask nervously. expecting a defeated sigh come from him like all the other times but instead, he smiles “good. real good.” he replies as he grabs a soda and walks back to his room.

Watching some Saiki K. "Good grief" doesn't have the same punch in English

He should get to say fucks sake

From the musical performance of Ouran High School Host Club in Japan!

Tokyo: 12/2-12/11, Osaka: 12/17-12/18

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