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[rosinaparker]

YO WHAT IS UP! ur blog is actually amazing btw just thought i’d start with that, and hi i have a sbg request!!

( if u dont wanna write this js skip and pretend u didnt read it 😔 ) so how about sbg x reader who is maybe amnesiac? like forgets absolutely everything, kinda calm and tired most of the time which sometimes creeps people out but ends up being normalised in the group. maybe she struggles academically with forgetting things, maybe she forgets to eat and someone carries snacks in case for her, yk really anything!

— 🍒

“𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝐣𝒖𝒔𝒕”

Genre: platonic friendship

Pairings: Sbg!Characters x Reader

A/N: thank u sm anon! Sorry that it took so long to post, sm shit has been happening. Most of the reqs are in my drafts guys i’ll post them soon🙏🏻

You’re sitting at the cafeteria table, chin in hand, eyes on the open textbook in front of you. Or at least, you’re looking at the textbook. You’re not actually reading it. You’ve tried. Three times now. But the words just won’t stay.

They float there..familiar looking..and then drift away the second you blink. You’re tired. Not the kind that sleep fixes. The kind that’s in your bones. Your head’s buzzing quietly, your thoughts slow and heavy, and all you can think about is how badly this test is going to go.

“Did you eat?” Ashlyn asks without looking up.

You blink. Glance down at your tray. Still empty. You don’t remember going through the lunch line. You don’t remember not going either.

“Forgot my wallet,” you mumble.

No one says anything, but a small container slides across the table a second later. It’s got rice and something warm in it. Logan’s, probably. Or Ashlyn’s. Or maybe it’s just something they brought because they knew this would happen.

You don’t ask. You just pick up the fork and take a bite.

Across the table, Taylor is scribbling something on a color-coded planner. “I’m blocking out time tonight for a study session. My place. Bring whatever you have. We’ll cover everything.”

“I don’t even know what to bring,” you say quietly. “It all slips. I study and I swear I’m learning, and then… nothing. It’s just gone. Like I was never there.”

Tyler glances over from where he’s peeling an orange. “That’s not a failure thing,” he says. “That’s a memory thing. You can’t fix it by panicking.”

“Yeah, well, the school system seems unconvinced,” you mutter.

Ben taps his knuckles on the table, getting your attention. He signs slowly:

It’s okay to need reminders. We know what works for you. We’ll help.

You nod, unsure if you’re about to cry or fall asleep. Maybe both.

Aiden’s leaning back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head. “We’ve got three days. We can get through three days. You don’t need to fix everything overnight. You just need to keep showing up.”

Ashlyn nudges a thermos toward you. “Drink something.”

You do. It’s tea. Sweet and warm. You don’t remember if it was yours or if someone brought it for you. Doesn’t matter.

Taylor flips her planner around so you can see it. Your name’s written on the Friday block, highlighted. She’s already planned everything out. Flashcards. Breaks. Review sheets.

“I don’t want to be the one holding everyone back,” you say, not even sure they can hear you over the hum of the cafeteria.

“You’re not,” Logan says simply. “We adjust. That’s what people do when they care.”

No fanfare. No jokes. Just that.

You breathe in slowly. Let it settle.

It’s still hard. The tests are still coming. The words are still hard to hold onto. But they’re here. They always are.

You take another bite. You listen as they argue about who’s bringing snacks tonight. And for the first time all day, your chest doesn’t feel like it’s caving in. Not completely, anyway.

[rosinaparker]

THANKS FOR THE TAG BABE🥰🥰

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reblog with one of your fictional (or real/celebrity!!) crushes and your top three favorite tropes/dynamics when reading fanfiction (x reader or chara x chara) about them! i’ll go first:

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・ college au

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[rosinaparker]

HI ROSE!!! it's been a while :D

i skimmed through your blog and said you needed requests? I GOTCHU!!!

Mina x fem reader where they're shopping at a mall and looking for tops together for a trip during their UA high years :D!

Shopping Spree

Genre: Friendship

Pairing: Mina x fem!Reader

A/N: HIII CHIIIPPPP☺️ i’ve missed u (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

I wrote a lil smth, nooot sure if u meant them in a romantic way, so i made it more friendship wise 🎀

You should've known shopping with Mina would be pure chaos.

The second you stepped into the mall, she grabbed your wrist and practically skipped toward the first clothing store in sight. "Alright, babe, listen up," she declared. "This trip? It's about to be legendary. And we cannot-will not-go looking like amateurs."

You laughed, adjusting your bag. "Mina, we're literally just going to the beach."

"Exactly! Which means we need cute, breezy, effortlessly stylish outfits that scream 'main character energy." She wiggled her fingers dramatically before grabbing your hand and tugging you into a store.

It didn't take long for her to start grabbing anything remotely interesting-flowy blouses, crop tops, oversized tees, even a couple of jackets despite the fact that you'd be heading somewhere warm. She tossed some your way without hesitation, grinning.

"Try this one!" She held up a bright yellow off-the-shoulder top.

You wrinkled your nose. "I feel like l'd look like a literal sunflower in that."

"Babe, that's the point," you still weren’t impressed.

She giggled. "Okay, fine. What about this?" She held up a beige tank top with delicate lace trim.

You hesitated before taking it from her hands. "Okay... that one's actually really cute."

Mina winked. "Told you. I know what I'm doing." The two of you continued browsing, occasionally holding up the most ridiculous things just to see each other's reactions. Mina had nearly fallen over laughing when you pulled out a neon green jacket with spikes on the shoulders, claiming it would be "a bold statement."

Eventually, she dragged you toward the fitting rooms, practically bouncing on her heels. "Okay, I can't wait to see you in that beige one!"

You sighed, stepping inside one of the small rooms. As you pulled the tank top over your head, you turned slightly to look at yourself in the mirror. It fit perfectly

-soft, flattering, comfortable.

Before you could dwell on it, Mina's voice rang from the other side. "You better be hyping yourself up in there, babe, 'cause I know you look good!"

You chuckled and stepped out hesitantly. Mina turned, and the second she saw you, her face lit up.

"Oh. Oh. Babe. You're glowing right now."

Heat crept up your neck. "It's just a shirt, Mina." She waved her hands. "No, no, it's a moment. A look. We're buying it, no question."

You bit your lip, smiling. "I do like it..."

Mina grinned. "See? My fashion instincts never fail.""

You looked her up and down, realizing she was wearing a bright pink wrap-around top that fit her perfectly.

"Well, you look pretty amazing yourself."

She smirked, striking a dramatic pose. "I know." Then, she relaxed, hands on her hips. "Alright, so, what's the vibe you're going for on this trip? Chill and relaxed Casual but cute? Or are we going full-on rom-com beach episode?"

You laughed. "Honestly? Just something comfortable. But I wouldn't mind looking a little cute, too."

Mina gasped, eyes twinkling. "Oh-ho! That sounds like someone wants to impress a certain someone..."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "Mina, no-"

"Babe, yes." She waggled her eyebrows. "I mean, come on. Vacations are like, prime bonding opportunities. Late-night walks, cute little shared snacks, the whole undeniable chemistry thing." She made a swooning gesture. "It's practically written in the stars."

You groaned, covering your face. "Mina, we're just going as friends. It's not like that."

"Uh-huh. Sure." She leaned against the fitting room wall, smirking. "But if anything does happen, just know I totally called it."

After finally purchasing your tops (including Mina's last-minute addition of a matching bracelet set for the both of you), the two of you grabbed some drinks from the food court and settled onto a bench.

Mina stretched her arms above her head, sighing contently. "This trip is gonna be amazing. Sun, sand, swimming, cute outfits, no homework-" She turned to you, eyes warm. "And best of all? Us."

You smiled, bumping her shoulder lightly. "Yeah... it really will be."

[rosinaparker]

can you do a Sbg crew x extremely energetic reader who a bit to impulsive and accidentally steps a tad too far

"In My Defense, It Looked Sturdy"

Genre: Friendship

Pairings: Sbg!Crew x Energetic!Reader

A/N: THERE'S SO MANY REQS, PLS GIVE ME TIME💔

Okay. So, technically, this could’ve been avoided.

But in your defense, no one explicitly said “Hey, don’t run full speed across a rotting wooden floor in an abandoned building,” so really, that’s on them.

Which brings us to now.

You, lying flat on your back, staring at a hole in the ceiling where you just crashed through, while dust and splinters rain down around you. There’s a strong throb in your side. Your whole body kinda feels like you got hit by a semi-truck. But hey—you didn’t die. That’s gotta count for something.

Then—

“OH MY GOD.”

Oh. Right. The crew-

Chaos. Absolute, unfiltered chaos as everyone rushes over to the hole.

“WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?” Tyler is already at full volume, sprinting toward the hole you just fell through.

Ben skids to a stop beside him, staring down at you with a concerned expression.

Logan is just—frozen. Hands hovering like he wants to do something but also might be on the verge of passing out.

Ashlyn’s already climbing down to you, her face an unreadable mix of concern and rage.

Aiden peers down, hands on his hips. “You alive?”

You give a weak thumbs up. “Barely.”

Aiden cackles from somewhere above. “That was sick. Do it again.”

“NO.” Everyone else yells in unison.

Ashlyn crouches beside you, hands pressing way too firmly against your arms, your ribs, your legs—like she’s making sure you’re not, y’know, actually broken.

She exhales through her nose. “You’re an idiot.”

You grin. “An alive idiot.”

Tyler’s eye twitches.

Logan finally finds his voice. “Do we—do we need to go to a hospital? Should I—should I call—”

You wave a hand dismissively. “Pfft. I’m fine.”

Taylor squints at you. “You literally fell through a ceiling.”

“…And?”

Aiden whistles. “Kinda impressive, honestly.”

Tyler drags a hand down his face, visibly contemplating throwing you back through the hole you just fell from.

Ashlyn shakes her head, muttering something under her breath before standing and offering you a hand. “Come on, dumbass. Before the rest of this place collapses on your head.”

You take it, still grinning as she pulls you up. Your side definitely hurts more than you admitted, but whatever. Worth it. Both of you reach to the top, the others lending you a hand to reach up. You successfully climb up.

The second you’re steady, Logan finally breathes. Aiden claps you on the back, looking way too excited. “Next time, at least scream on the way down. Would’ve been funnier.”

Ashlyn smacks him.

You sigh, stretching a little. “Alright, so… what’s next?”

Tyler stares at you. “We’re LEAVING.”

Boooo. Lame.

But judging by the way Ashlyn is still giving you the death glare and Logan looks one bad decision away from passing out, maybe, maybe, you’ll hold off on any more “accidental near-death experiences.”

…For now.

[rosinaparker]

Im scared

[rosinaparker]

Im desperate can someone request some shit

(Preferably for Mha, SBG, Skz and Genshin)

Flood me with requests, thanks

-Rose

[rosinaparker]

hiya! hope u guys are doing well, do you guys think u could wrote about a first kiss with the sbg characters?

First Kiss Scenarios

Genre: fluff, established relationships

Pairings: Sbg!Characters x Reader

A/N: Sorry that it took so long to post😓

Ashlyn Banner

Ashlyn isn’t big on words, but she’s always been good at showing how she feels. The two of you are curled up on her bed, music playing softly from her headphones, one earbud in her ear, the other in yours. It’s one of those peaceful moments where neither of you needs to talk. Then, without warning, she shifts closer, her fingers lightly brushing against your arm.

She tilts her head up, green eyes searching yours for just a second before she leans in, pressing her lips to yours—slow, warm, familiar. When she pulls away, she lingers, forehead resting against yours.

“You looked like you needed that,” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ben Clark

Ben isn’t one for unnecessary words. He’s never been great at saying how he feels, but you’ve learned by now that he doesn’t have to.

You’re sitting in his room, curled up beside him on his bed, the only light coming from the small lamp on his desk. It’s quiet, comfortable, the kind of peace that only comes from being with someone who just gets you.

You’re telling him about your day, and he’s listening like he always does—watching you, nodding occasionally, fingers tracing absentminded circles against your wrist. There’s something in his expression tonight, something soft, something unreadable.

Before you can ask, he reaches up, brushing a thumb over your cheek, and leans in. His lips meet yours in a slow, deliberate kiss—no hesitation, no uncertainty. Just him, telling you exactly how much he cares without ever saying a word.

When he pulls away, he lingers, his forehead resting lightly against yours. His fingers tighten around yours, grounding you in the quiet moment. And even though he doesn’t say anything, you know. You feel it.

With Ben, love isn’t loud. It’s steady. Certain. Real.

Aiden Clark

Aiden never does anything halfway. That includes loving you.

You’re both out late, way past when you should’ve gone home, standing at the edge of a rickety old bridge overlooking the river. The air is cool, the stars reflecting off the water, but Aiden is buzzing with that wild energy of his. “I have an idea,” he announces, his signature grin in place.

You already know this is going to be something ridiculous. “Aiden, no—”

“Aiden, yes.” He winks before climbing onto the wooden railing, balancing like he’s done it a hundred times. You grab his sleeve, but he just laughs. “Relax, babe. Live a little.”

And then he jumps.

Your heart stops. But before you can panic, he lands perfectly on the ledge just below, turning to look up at you like he didn’t just give you a heart attack. “Your turn!”

You stare at him. “Absolutely not.”

His grin softens, and he climbs back up, effortlessly hopping over the railing. Before you can scold him, he cups your face with both hands and kisses you.

It’s urgent, breathless, full of adrenaline and laughter. He tastes like mint gum and the thrill of the moment, his hands steady even as the world spins around you. When he pulls back, his forehead presses against yours, and he grins like he’s just won something.

“See? Heart’s racing either way.”

Tyler Hernandez

Tyler isn’t the type to make a big deal out of things. He’s not the guy who plans out the perfect kiss under the stars or waits for the right moment. No, when Tyler wants something, he just does it.

You’re walking home together after one of his baseball games, the two of you falling into an easy rhythm. He’s still a little sweaty from the game, his duffle bag slung over his shoulder, and he’s pretending not to be happy about the fact that you showed up to watch.

“You played well,” you say casually, nudging his arm.

He scoffs. “Obviously.” But there’s the smallest hint of pink creeping up his neck.

You roll your eyes, about to tease him, when suddenly, he stops walking. Before you can ask why, he turns to you, grips the strap of your backpack, and pulls you in.

His lips crash against yours, firm and a little rough—like he’s been holding back and just couldn’t anymore. His hands move to your waist, pulling you close, like he doesn’t want to let go. It’s intense, head-spinning, and completely Tyler.

When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours for a second. Then, as if nothing just happened, he lets go, shrugs, and keeps walking. “You coming or what?”

You blink, still breathless. “What—That’s it?”

He smirks, glancing at you over his shoulder. “You want another one? Win a bet first.”

Taylor Hernandez

Taylor always has a way of making everything feel like a moment. She doesn’t plan it, doesn’t force it—it just happens when she’s around.

Like now, when she suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you toward the Ferris wheel at the carnival. “C’mon, trust me,” she says, grinning as she tugs you into the seat beside her.

You don’t question it. You never do.

As the ride slowly lifts you both up, she leans against you, her hand slipping into yours, her thumb tracing idle patterns against your skin. The higher you go, the quieter it gets—the sounds of the carnival fading into the background.

And then, just as the Ferris wheel stops at the very top, she turns to you, eyes shining in the neon glow of the lights. “This is kinda perfect, huh?”

Before you can answer, she leans in and kisses you—soft, slow, like she’s savoring it. The world fades around you, and for a second, it’s just her. Just this.

When she pulls away, she smiles knowingly. “Told you it would be perfect.”

Logan Fields

Logan still gets nervous sometimes, even though you’ve been together for a while. He’s not used to being this close to someone—not just physically, but emotionally. But with you, it’s different. Easier. Even if his heart still races every time you so much as look at him a certain way.

Tonight, you’re sitting on the hood of his car, parked at your usual spot on the hill just outside of town. The stars are out, the night air crisp, and Logan is fidgeting—pushing his glasses up, rubbing the back of his neck, shifting his weight like he’s trying to work up the nerve for something.

You smile, bumping your shoulder against his. “You okay?”

His breath catches for just a second before he nods, a little more determined now. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

Before you can ask what about, he finally leans in and kisses you. It’s soft, careful, like he’s still a little unsure—but the way his fingers graze your jaw, the way he lingers just a little too long, makes it obvious: he’s wanted to do this all night.

When he pulls away, his face is already pink, but there’s a small, satisfied smile on his lips

“Sorry, it just felt right..”

[rosinaparker]

Exactly what kyle said yall, lock in.

[rosinaparker]

"Not Just Chocolate And Roses"

Genre: Fluff, Valentine's Day!

Pairings: Mha Boys x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: A late Valentines post, because i wanted to post this on Valentines but something came up 😭 But yeah, Happy late Valentines guys! -Rose✩ ​

Shoto Todoroki

You didn’t think Shoto was the type to care much about Valentine’s Day, so when you casually mentioned it a few weeks ago, you didn’t expect him to take it so seriously.

“Yeah, couples usually just give each other chocolates or a teddy bear,” you had said offhandedly, fiddling with your pen. “Something simple but sweet.”

Shoto had nodded, deep in thought, and you figured that was the end of it.

Turns out, you severely underestimated just how rich and extra your boyfriend could be.

The morning of Valentine’s Day, you woke up to a knock on your door. When you opened it, you expected maybe a small box of chocolates or a cute stuffed bear. Instead, you were met with—

“Shoto… what is all this?”

Behind him stood two massive gift boxes, a bouquet so large you could barely see his face behind it, and—was that a violinist?

“I got you a few things,” he said, stepping aside to let you take in the sheer extravagance of the moment. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Your jaw dropped as you opened the first box—inside was a designer dress you’d mentioned once in passing. The second box? A brand-new, state-of-the-art gaming console with every game you’d ever mentioned wanting to play.

You turned back to him, utterly overwhelmed. “Shoto, this is… a lot.”

He blinked, as if confused. “Did I not get the right things?”

“No, no, it’s not that,” you said quickly, placing a hand on his arm. “It’s just—I was kind of expecting, like… I don’t know, a box of chocolates and a teddy bear?”

His expression shifted slightly, lips parting in surprise. “Oh.”

For a brief moment, he looked almost embarrassed, eyes flickering downward. “I thought… I needed to give you something significant.”

Your heart squeezed at the sincerity in his voice. “Shoto, you could’ve just given me a single piece of chocolate, and I’d still be happy.”

His shoulders relaxed, a soft exhale leaving his lips. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny, slightly squished box of store-bought chocolates.

“I did get these too,” he admitted. “But I thought they weren’t enough.”

You took the chocolates from his hand and grinned. “This? This is perfect.”

His gaze softened, relief flickering in his mismatched eyes. “Then… next time, I’ll keep it simpler.”

You tiptoed up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I love whatever you give me, Shoto. But maybe next year? Just a teddy bear.”

He gave a rare, small smile. “Understood.”

And despite all the expensive gifts, the thing you treasured most that day was the warmth in his expression when he realized just how much he mattered to you.

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku had spent weeks overthinking what to do for Valentine’s Day. Chocolate? Flowers? A full-on romantic date? Eventually, he settled on something more personal.

A notebook—pages filled with handwritten notes, doodles, and tiny, heartfelt confessions.

You found it waiting for you in your dorm, tied with a green ribbon. As you flipped through it, your heart pounded at the small moments he’d written about.

"The way she laughs when Kaminari makes a bad joke." "The way she always remembers my favorite All Might trivia." "The way she’s just… her. And how I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that."

Just as you reached the last page, a knock sounded at your door.

Izuku stood there, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “Did you, um… read it?”

Wordlessly, you threw your arms around him. His breath hitched before he melted into your embrace, cheeks redder than ever.

“I like you too, Izuku,” you whispered.

His arms tightened around you, a relieved laugh escaping him. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”

Katsuki Bakugou

“Valentine’s Day is stupid,” Bakugou grumbled, shoving a box into your hands. “Here.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Katsuki.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Whatever. Just open it.”

Inside was a set of homemade chocolates—rough around the edges but clearly made with care. You bit into one, eyes widening. “Kacchan, this is amazing!”

A blush crept up his neck. “Damn right it is. I made ‘em.”

“You… made these?” You stared at him in shock.

“Tch. I’m good at everything, idiot.”

You grinned, stepping closer. “Then why are you so red?”

His eyes darted away. “Shut up.”

Laughing, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. His whole body stiffened.

“HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!” you teased, dashing away before he could explode.

“…Tch. Dumbass,” he muttered, but the small smile on his lips betrayed him.

Denki Kaminari

Denki had one goal today: to ask you to be his Valentine. The problem? He had no idea how.

A normal confession? Too basic. A heartfelt letter? His handwriting was terrible. A cool, suave approach? Yeah, no—he’d probably trip over his own feet.

So, naturally, he settled on the dumbest idea possible.

That’s how you ended up walking into class, only to see Kaminari standing on his desk, holding up a giant, handmade sign that read:

“⚡ BE MY VALENTINE OR I’LL SHORT-CIRCUIT ⚡”

As if that wasn’t dramatic enough, he pressed a button on his phone, and a cheesy love song blasted through the classroom speakers.

Everyone turned to stare. Bakugou looked ready to kill him. Aizawa, half-asleep in his sleeping bag, didn’t even flinch.

Meanwhile, you? You just stood there, trying so hard not to laugh.

“Denki…” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You do realize I would’ve said yes if you just asked, right?”

His grin stretched even wider. “Yeah, but this was way more memorable, right?”

You shook your head, stepping closer. “Unbelievably so.”

“SO THAT’S A YES?!”

“Yeah, it’s a yes, you dork.”

He fist-pumped. “Let’s GO!”—before immediately shocking himself out of excitement.

Hitoshi Shinso

Shinso wasn’t a big fan of crowded places, and he knew you weren’t either. So instead of a fancy dinner, he knocked on your dorm door at 12:57 AM on February 14th.

“C’mon,” he said, hands shoved in his hoodie pocket. “Let’s celebrate before the world wakes up.”

You found yourself at a 24-hour café, sipping warm coffee as the clock struck 2 AM. The quiet hum of the city, the soft glow of the streetlights—it felt oddly magical.

“You really don’t care about all the Valentine’s Day clichés, huh?” you mused.

He smirked. “Not really. But… I do care about you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “That was smooth.”

“Yeah? Maybe I’m just being honest.” He took a sip of his drink, hiding a tiny smirk behind the rim of the cup.

You reached across the table, fingers brushing against his. “Best Valentine’s yet.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “Me too.”

[rosinaparker]

SKZ 9th Member??

hai guys! Rose here🎀

I was wondering, would you guys want me to make the skz 9th member its own little thing? Like make a seperate little section for it, because I enjoy writing for it quite alot, and you seem to enjoy reading them :3

would love some feedback! and if you got any request on the matter, please do request!💋

[rosinaparker]

"Lost in Paris: The Time Reader Took a Solo Adventure"

𝑆𝐾𝑍 9𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟

Genre: Fluff, crack

Paring: platonic!skz x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: yaay new border 🎀 got a bit tired from writing the last couple requests in the inbox, so heres a little something else (¯ ³¯)♡ -Rose✩

ᴘʟs ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴛʜᴏ ʏᴀʟʟ..sᴇʀɪᴏᴜsʟʏ

Paris was beautiful. The group had just wrapped up their tour, and as a reward, they had a few free days to explore the city. The plan for today was simple: wander around, eat good food, and maybe shop a little.

The problem? The second the group let their guard down, you disappeared.

Well, not really.

You had just seen the cutest little bookstore tucked into the corner of a side street and thought, Why not check it out real quick? You’d be back before they even noticed.

Except they did notice.

"Where is (Y/N)?" Chan’s voice was calm—too calm. That was never a good sign.

"She was right here like two seconds ago," Hyunjin said, looking around. Felix checked behind him like you’d magically appear. "Did she say she was going somewhere?" Minho sighed, adjusting his sunglasses. "If she did, none of us were listening."

Jisung, who had been very focused on his croissant, suddenly paused mid-bite. "Wait. (Y/N)’s gone?" "Yes, Jisung," Seungmin deadpanned. "Welcome to the conversation."

Meanwhile, Jeongin pulled out his phone. "Should we text her?" "I got it," Chan muttered, already typing.

Channie💥 Where are you?

Your phone buzzed just as you were flipping through a book. You blinked at the text and smiled.

You Just checking out a bookstore! Be back soon :)

A second later—

Channie💥 WHICH BOOKSTORE?!

…Oh. Maybe you should’ve given them more details.

You quickly sent your location, grabbed a book, and checked out before heading back toward the main street.

By the time you found them, they were standing near a café, scanning the area like they were on a mission.

You grinned and waved. "Hey, guys—"

"(Y/N)!" Felix sighed in relief. "Where did you go?"

"Relax, I wasn’t lost," you reassured them. "I just saw a cute bookstore and wanted to check it out real quick."

Chan gave you a look. "Next time, tell us before disappearing in a foreign country."

"You guys stress too much," you teased. "It’s Paris! What’s the worst that could happen?"

"You could get kidnapped," Minho answered immediately.

"Or robbed," Seungmin added.

"Or join a secret underground Parisian mafia" Jisung said bluntly

Hyunjin smacked him. "That’s not a thing."

Jisung rubbed his arm. "You don’t know that."

Chan sighed, rubbing his temples. "Just… stick with us next time, okay?"

You held up your hands. "Fine, fine. No more spontaneous side quests." Jeongin snorted. "That’s a lie and we all know it."

You just grinned, linking arms with Felix as the group started walking again. "Maybe."

Chan shook his head with a small smile. "You’re impossible." "And yet, you love me," you teased. "Unfortunately."

As the group continued their stroll, Jisung turned to you. "So… did you buy a book?"

"Of course," you said, pulling it out of the bag. Hyunjin raised an eyebrow. "…It’s in French."

"Yeah," you said cheerfully. "No idea what it says."

Minho sighed. "Unbelievable."

But despite the chaos, you knew one thing for sure—this trip to Paris was definitely going to be memorable.

Moral of the story: Don’t let (Y/N) roam free in foreign countries.

[rosinaparker]

A Midnight Chase

Continuation of “midnight conversations”

Part 1

A/n: turned out kinda meh, hope u still enjoy💔

“So,” he said, his tone teasing, “how about we finally settle this?”

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “Settle what?”

“Who’s the faster flyer,” he replied, gesturing toward your large white wings with a playful grin. “Those angel wings of yours might look amazing, but are they fast enough to keep up with me?”

You smirked, flaring your wings out just slightly. “Careful, Hawks. That confidence is going to make losing hurt even more.”

“Losing?” He gave a dramatic laugh. “Alright, angel, let’s see what you’ve got. First one to the top of that radio tower wins.” He pointed toward the glowing tower in the distance.

“Hope you’re ready to lose,” you said, already moving into position.

He grinned, his wings flaring. “We’ll see about that. Three, two—” He shot off before finishing the countdown.

“Hawks!” you shouted, laughing as you took off after him.

The wind rushed past you as the two of you raced through the sky. Hawks flew just ahead. He glanced back, flashing you a cocky smile.

“Falling behind already?” he teased, his voice carrying easily over the breeze.

“Keep talking,” you shot back, pushing harder. Your massive wings caught the wind perfectly, giving you a burst of speed.

Hawks laughed, swooping lower before climbing back up into the sky. “Not bad! But can you handle this?”

He spiraled upward, moving so quickly that for a second, he looked like a blur against the stars. You didn’t hesitate, following close behind as the two of you climbed higher and higher into the sky.

With a determined grin, you flapped your wings hard, surging ahead. The moonlight caught on your feathers, making them shimmer as you passed him. “See you at the top!” you called over your shoulder.

Hawks groaned dramatically. “Alright, alright, show-off!”

You reached the top of the radio tower just before he did, landing gracefully on the edge. Hawks landed a moment later, his breathing a little heavier, but that grin of his never wavered.

“Alright,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “You win. Happy now?”

You folded your wings, smiling smugly. “Told you I’d beat you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, laughing softly. “Don’t get too comfortable. Next time, I’m winning for sure.”

“Next time, huh?” you asked, tilting your head at him.

“Oh, definitely,” Hawks said, stepping closer, his golden eyes meeting yours. His smirk softened into something more genuine. “Flying with you is too much fun to stop now.”

You looked at him a bit surprised, feeling a tingle go through you. “Yeah, it’s quite fun together..”

Hawks chuckled, spreading his wings. “Alright, angel. You won, so I guess dinner’s on me. But next time, I’m making you pay.”

“Deal,” you said, laughing as the two of you jumped off the tower, your wings carrying you back into the peaceful night.

[rosinaparker]

hawks x fem!reader with wings that are bigger then his and white almost like angels wings? so her quirk is related to something godly/angelic (but nothing very overpowered yk)

𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

Genre: fluff

Pairing: hawks x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Part 2

A/n: hope this was close to what you wanted 🙏🏻 -Rose✩

The night sky was quiet, dark, and endless, with stars scattered everywhere and a faint glow from the crescent moon. Far below, the city lights flickered like tiny sparks, but up here, none of that mattered. It was just you and Hawks, floating in the calm of the open sky.

You stretched your wings, the massive white feathers shimmering softly under the moonlight. Hawks drifted a little closer, his crimson wings flaring slightly as he looked you over with that familiar smirk.

“Y’know, it’s kind of unfair,” he said, his voice playful.

You raised an eyebrow, already amused. “What is?”

“That you get those crazy angel wings while I’m stuck with these.” He gestured at his own red feathers dramatically. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, mine are cool, but yours? Next level.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling a little. “Jealous much?”

“Who, me? Nah,” he said, leaning closer. “But if you wanted to tell me my wings are nice, too, I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Oh, is that what you want?” you teased. “A little confidence boost?”

He grinned. “Just call it a compliment between flying partners. It’s only fair.”

You tilted your head like you were thinking about it. “Fine. Your wings are… alright.”

“Alright?” He pretended to be offended, putting a hand on his chest. “Wow, angel. You’re brutal.”

Laughing softly, you gave him a look. “Okay, fine. They’re cool. Happy?”

“Getting there,” he said, flashing you a wink. “Now, if you admit I’m the faster flyer, I’ll really be happy.”

You smirked, spreading your wings wider. “Not a chance. Big wings, faster speed. I’d leave you in the dust.”

“Oh yeah?” Hawks moved closer, his golden eyes locked on yours. “Wanna prove it? Loser buys dinner.”

“You’re on,” you said, grinning back. “But don’t complain when I make you eat cheap ramen.”

“Deal,” he replied easily. But instead of flying off right away, he glanced up at the stars, his smirk fading just a little.

“You know,” he said quietly, “I’m not used to this. Flying with someone else.”

You blinked, a little surprised at the change in his tone. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged lightly, his wings shifting in the breeze. “I usually fly alone. It’s kind of… my thing. Being up here, it’s my escape from everything. But with you…” He glanced at you, his eyes softer now. “It feels different. Better, maybe.”

For a moment, you didn’t say anything, letting his words settle. Then, you nodded, your voice quieter too. “I get that. I used to think flying alone was enough, but… it does feel less lonely with someone else.”

Hawks gave a small smile, the kind that wasn’t cocky for once. “Guess we’re stuck with each other now, huh? Two loners in the sky.”

“Could be worse,” you said, smiling back.

“Way worse,” he agreed, his smirk starting to return. “I mean, you could’ve been stuck with someone way less fun. Like, imagine flying with Endeavor.”

You snorted. “Right, because you’re so humble and quiet.”

“Exactly,” he said, grinning. Then, he stretched his wings, his usual playful energy back. “So, are we racing, or are you scared you’ll lose?”

“Scared of you?” You flared your wings, ready. “Not a chance. Let’s go.”

“Alright, angel,” he said with a laugh. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

With that, the two of you shot off into the night, your laughter and teasing carried by the wind as the stars watched from above.

[rosinaparker]

Hi! Hope you’re doing okay :) I was wondering if I could request Izuku being a simp, bending over backwards for whatever his (future) girlfriend wants, (she doesn’t know that), and finally he gets a push (literally) from Bakugo and he confesses his love for reader and happy ending- thank youu

“You have me wrapped around your finger”

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Izuku x Reader

Warnings: none

a/n: hii sorry that we're getting to yalls requests so late...this was one ended up being a bit sloppy excuse me for that😔🙏-Rose✩

Izuku Midoriya was known for a lot of things: being quirkless once upon a time, inheriting the power of the greatest hero in history, and muttering until his face turned red. But above all else, Izuku Midoriya was a certified simp. For you.

It wasn’t something you’d notice unless you paid close attention, which you didn’t. Not really. To you, Izuku was just your kind and reliable friend who always seemed to go above and beyond without you even asking. But to anyone else—like his classmates—it was blatantly obvious.

When you mentioned your favorite brand of tea during lunch one time? It magically appeared in his grocery bag later that week, tucked neatly next to his protein bars. If you complained about a sore shoulder after training, Izuku would “happen to have” a heating pad in his room and deliver it to you like some kind of awkward but adorable hero.

And when you asked him for little favors, he made them his entire personality.

“Midoriya, could you pick up my notebook from class? I left it on my desk.”

“Y-yeah! Of course!” he stammered, darting off at full speed like you’d just asked him to retrieve the Holy Grail.

You thought he was just sweet and thoughtful. Everyone else? They thought he was pathetic.

It wasn’t like Izuku wanted to be pathetic. It wasn’t like he woke up every morning thinking, How can I make myself look like more of a doormat today? No, he was just hopelessly in love with you and had no idea how to tell you without combusting on the spot. So instead, he did everything in his power to make your life easier—thinking maybe, just maybe, you’d notice one day.

today you had a grueling training session. You’d just finished sparring with Uraraka, looking exhausted but still smiling as you wiped sweat from your forehead. “Man, I’m wiped,” you said, turning to Izuku with a tired grin. “Think you could grab me a water bottle from the vending machine?”

“Yeah! Right away!” Izuku’s voice cracked as he sprinted off, already pulling out his wallet.

Bakugo stood nearby, watching the whole interaction with a look of pure disdain. When Izuku returned, practically tripping over himself to hand you the water bottle, Bakugo couldn’t take it anymore.

“You’re pathetic, Deku,” he sneered, stomping up to them like a storm cloud.

Izuku blinked, confused and panicked. “K-Kacchan, what are you—”

“What the hell are you doing, huh?” Bakugo barked, shoving Izuku in the chest. “Carrying her bags, fetching her water, running around like her damn servant—what are you, her personal butler now?”

Your eyes widened. “Dude chill—”

“Shut up, I’m not talking to you!” Bakugo snapped, shooting you a sharp glare before turning back to Izuku. “When are you gonna grow a spine, huh? You think doing all this crap is gonna make her like you? That she’s just gonna magically figure out you’re in love with her? You’re so damn pathetic it’s embarrassing!”

“Kacchan, stop!” Izuku tried to protest, his face bright red and his hands shaking. “It’s not—” Bakugo didn’t let him finish. With one sharp shove to the chest, he sent Izuku stumbling forward—straight into you.

“Bakugo, what the hell—!” you shouted, barely catching Izuku before he toppled over. Your hands gripped his arms tightly, steadying him as he stared at you with wide, panicked eyes.

“Go on, say it!” Bakugo barked, ignoring you completely. “Tell her, or I’ll knock it out of you myself!”

Izuku froze, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure you could hear it. You frowned, your hands still on his arms. “Tell me what? What’s he talking about, Izuku?”

The green haired boy swallowed hard, his mouth dry as he stared into your curious, worried eyes. He couldn’t keep running, couldn’t keep hiding behind excuses and small gestures. Not anymore.

“I like you!” he blurted, squeezing his eyes shut as the words tumbled out of him. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and I know I probably don’t deserve someone like you, but I just wanted to make you happy, and—”

“Midoriya,” you interrupted softly, reaching up to cup his cheek. His eyes flew open, his breath hitching as he looked at you.

“You really like me?” you asked, your voice gentle but serious.

“I do,” he whispered. “So much.”

Your lips curved into a small smile. “Good. Because I like you too.”

For a moment, Izuku forgot how to breathe. “Y-you do?”

You laughed, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his. “Yes, you idiot.”

Behind you, Bakugo rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out. “Finally. You two are so sickening it makes me want to puke.”

Neither of you paid him any mind. For once, Izuku didn’t care what Bakugo thought. Because you liked him back—and that was all that mattered.

[rosinaparker]

if you put these guys in a studio this is what would happen

[rosinaparker]

Can i request Bakugo dating someone who has a quirk similar to his but she has a gentle personality?

𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔

Genre: fluff

Pairing: katsuki x gf!Reader

Warnings: none

a/n: ….we’ll ignore the fact that we were gone for literal months okay?- ANNND because we disappeared u’re getting a short oneshot and headcannons as an apology 💔🙏🏻 the fic is written by rose but took inspiration by serina 🎀-Rose✩

How did you and katsuki get together? How did he even fall for you?

To be honest no one knew how yall ended up together.

He couldn’t explain how it happened. One moment, you were just another classmate—a quiet, almost serene presence amidst the chaos around him. despite the fact that your quirk mirrored his explosive power, The next, you were all he could think about.

It had started during a sparring session. Your explosions, while less aggressive, were precise and controlled, a stark contrast to his fiery chaos. He’d barked insults at you mid-battle, expecting you to flinch or falter. Instead, you’d stood your ground, staring him down with calm confidence. That was the first time he’d felt it—a spark that wasn’t from his quirk but from you.

“Why don’t you hit harder?” he’d growled after the match, frustration bubbling under the surface. “Because I don’t need to,” you’d replied, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “Not everything has to be a fight, dude.”

That smile haunted him for weeks. It wasn’t just your quirk that intrigued him—it was the way you balanced him out. Where he was loud and volatile, you were quiet and steady. Yet, beneath that gentleness was a strength he couldn’t help but admire. Slowly, against all odds, you’d wormed your way into his heart.

Of course, dating Bakugo was no walk in the park. He was stubborn, prone to yelling, and had a knack for pushing people away. But with you? It was different. You didn’t back down, but you also didn’t fight fire with fire. Instead, you soothed him, disarmed him with your unwavering patience. It drove him crazy, in the best way possible.

And now, here he was, sitting next to you on the couch in the lounge area, his face red as you casually leaned your head on his shoulder. “Oi,” he grumbled, trying to mask the way his heart was pounding. “What if someone walks over here?” You tilted your head to look up at him, eyes soft but amused. “Why does it matter? Let them see.” “Tch.” He crossed his arms, trying to act nonchalant, but the tips of his ears betrayed him, glowing crimson. “You’re annoying.”

You just laughed, the sound light and soothing, and his scowl softened. No matter how much he grumbled or acted tough, he couldn’t deny it: you were the one person who could calm the storm inside him. And for that, he’d never let you go.

Headcanons:

• How You Got Together: No one really knows how it happened, including the two of you. Some say it was your quirk that drew him in, igniting his competitive streak. Others think it was your ability to stand your ground against his fiery temper. Either way, he found himself gravitating toward you.

•Calmer Around You: Bakugo is noticeably less explosive when you’re around. He might still yell, but his words don’t carry the same bite. You have this unspoken ability to ground him with just a look or a touch.

•Struggles with Expression: He’s terrible at expressing his feelings, but he tries for you. Whether it’s a gruff “you did good” after a tough mission or a spontaneous kiss when no one’s looking, he always finds little ways to show he cares.

•You’re His Anchor: When things get too heated, you’re the one who steps in to de-escalate. You’re also the only one he listens to when he’s being particularly stubborn.

•Secret Softness: Bakugo loves being close to you but gets flustered if anyone sees. Whether it’s you holding his hand or him burying his face in your shoulder after a rough day, he’ll go red as a tomato if someone walks in on the moment.

•Trust and Attachment Issues: His past makes him wary of trusting people, but with you, he’s learning to let his walls down. It takes time, but he eventually becomes almost too comfortable, clinging to you like you’re his lifeline.

•Arguments and Apologies: Fights are inevitable, given his temper and your gentle but firm personality. However, he’s always the first to apologize, albeit awkwardly. It might be a muttered “sorry” or a small, thoughtful gesture, but he hates staying mad at you.

•Competitive Streak: Sharing a similar quirk makes him competitive, constantly trying to prove he’s better. But deep down, he’s proud of your skill and admires the control you have over your power.

• Alone Time: He’s not big on PDA but treasures the moments you’re alone together. Whether it’s you patching him up after training or simply sitting in comfortable silence, those quiet moments mean everything to him.

This was fun to write! I might get back to writing again if the inspiration flows in again. -Rose✩

[rosinaparker]

HEYYY CAN I REQUEST MONOMA WITH A S/O WHOS SUPER JUDGY AND AGGRESSIVE

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁

Genre: fluff

Paring: monoma x judgy!reader

Warings: swearing, violence

A/N: HEYYY thx for the request, i was hoping someone would request monoma🙏🏻🙏🏻 this is gonna be written in headcannons so prepare🫡

Monoma was never exactly sure what made you so appealing. Maybe it was the fact that you were pretty? Sometimes even funny? No, that can’t be it. It was definitely the way you stood your ground! Not to mention, he found your judgement kind of endearing.

He genuinely fell for you the moment you slapped him across the face because he was being loud

Always brags about how strong you are

Sometimes your anger issues get in the way of your relationship though

You always give each other the stare when you judge someone together

Finds your judgy side amusing

Honestly no one excepted you guys to become lovers

One, because monoma can be an egoistic ass

Two, because you seemed like you hate everyone

Although you guys are an annoying, judgy couple, people dont mind it that much

Its so hard to take you out on dates..

Like- arcade? You get mad at the machines and break them out of spite

Shopping? Yeah no- you judge every person that passes by and you cant enjoy your time together-

Ok maybe that was a lie

Yall judge like your life depends on it

At the end of the day, you guys work out as a couple

That was a little hard to write ngl😓

Hope you enjoyed tho!

-Rose✩