#but I still feel sooo unconfident when I speak with others

[linguenuvolose]

I have 6 days to become fluent in Portuguese what do we think?

[shotorozu]

Hello um... I wanted to ask yhis since you're one of the only people I've seen who writes for Mina, and I don't think I write that well (though I am getting better!), but could you do an imagine for Mina with a small chested, scarred and unconfident reader with glasses? Like a comfort imagine? It gets really hard sometimes, thinking that no one will want me because I'm unattractive.

mina with an s/o that has a low self esteem

legend : [Y/N = your name] f!reader.

fic type : headcanons [angst to fluff]

notes : hey anon! i’m really sorry that you feel that way. looks is just not how people should be judging others in the first place— i’m sure you’re a great person :) i hope you feel better.

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ashido mina

you’re the prettiest person she has seen!!

you are sooo beautiful to her, and she is in shock bc you seem so down with yourself all the time.

one thing she’s learned in life is to not judge people’s appearances

i do feel like mina at some point experienced what it’s like to be looked at as ‘weird’

even if she didn’t, would that mean she’d judge some baseless assumption off appearance?

no!

she becomes really sad when you start sulking, but she only has one option—

and that is to comfort you!

she will give the dirtiest and darkest glare whenever mineta speaks on your appearance.

his body running cold as the backhanded compliment leaves his lips.

she doesn’t gaf if you’re flatchested! again, looks never mattered to her.

she’ll do anything to get your mind off of your insecurities. literally

also, it might look like she’d force someone to wear something they normally wouldn’t wear

she won’t do that to you— because she’s worried she’ll accidentally go too far.

but! if you ever want to step out of your shell, you bet she’ll be so supportive!

she’ll also kiss any of your scars. doesn’t matter where, and doesn’t matter if they are a myriad of them, or just one single scar.

she’ll definitely do it!!

a ton of scars or none at all, she still thinks you’re so cool. scars change nothing

with the brightest smile, she’ll usher you towards her

if you let her— she’ll pull you into a secured hug, her hold is comforting.

“my sweet Y/N, i’m sorry you feel this way. you are so ethereal, did you know that?”

you’re silent, and then you mutter a ‘you’re lying’

she wouldn’t have been able to catch that if she wasn’t so close to you.

“nonsense!” she shakes her head, “Y/N, i don’t care if you think i’m lying— but these are just my thoughts. would i say something to just lie to you?”

“no..”

“right!” she smiles, burying her face into your shoulders, breathing in your scent.

she’ll probably start tearing up if you cry, but she’ll suck it up like a champ and comfort you.

“shhh, it’s okay Y/N, get it all out.” she mutters, hand placed on the back of your head.

afterwards, she’ll have you in her room

depending on you, she’ll either talk sweetly to you— or she’ll remain quiet, humming softly as her hands run up and down your back.

overall? 10/10. she’ll be there, she’ll be your hype woman, she’ll be your pillar!

and she will throw hands at people.

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading! (cheer up anon, if ever— i’ll always be here :))

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei. i only own the writing.

do not plagiarize my work :))

[resilientdolan]

Thick and Thin (g.d)

-Part 2-

A/N: BRUH MY WRITING HAS BEEN SO SHITTY I HATE MYSELF

Word-count: 2.2k +

Summary: Her anxiety is on the rooftop. To believe him or to believe the devil in her head? She can’t choose.

T/W: fluuuuuff and a dash of smut

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“Babe, what do you want?,” Grayson immediately wraps his arm around Bianca waist to bring her closer as he plants a soft kiss onto her temple. Bianca, who was too busy looking for Alana, quickly shifts her gaze back to her boyfriend.

“Hm,” she lets out a soft hum as her gaze moves to the menu displayed, scanning for the menu she’d like to have. “I think I’ll go with the single burger, and strawberry lemonade,” she answers. Grayson nods his head and takes out some amount of money out of his wallet to pay for their meals.

“Anyway, where’s Alana?,” Bianca arches her brow as she looks around to find Alana one more time.

“Uh, she told me she needs to go to the 7-eleven, why?,” Grayson arches his brow in return. “Do you need something?,” he asks once again.

“It’s just—“

“Oh, thank you,” Grayson nods his head as he takes their orders from the waiter. Bianca has to stop for a while since the waiter called for Grayson. Once he got all of the orders, he motion his head towards the bench outside as he looks over at his girlfriend. “Let’s take a seat and talk, yeah?,” he smiles. Bianca just nods her head slowly as she follows him.

Grayson sits on the bench and placed the bag on his lap before he takes out one burger. He carefully unwraps the wrap-paper and hands it to his girlfriend, being a gentleman. “Here you go,” he gives her another smile. Bianca takes the burger and brings it up to her mouth to take a small bite of it.

“Gray?,” she mumbles.

“Yeah?,” Grayson replies as he unwraps his own burger, way too focused that he’s not even moving his sight to meet hers.

“So you’re in the same major with Alana?,” Bianca asks.

Grayson immediately turns his gaze to meet hers, eyes lighting up in excitement as he speaks. “Shit— I forgot to tell you that, but yeah! Crazy isn’t it?,” he shrugs.

“What’s crazy...?,” Bianca mumbles as she takes another bite of her burger.

“I had no idea that we’re going to be in the same major! So, as soon as we arrived in LA, I asked her why she wanted to leave New Jersey, and she told me that it’s all for college. And the moment I asked her about which college that she’s attending, she told me that she’s going to Los Angeles Film School. I was like— ‘hey, me too!’,” Grayson explains enthusiastically. “And on the first day, we met again in class! And that’s when she told me that she’s majoring in Film too. Like me,” he adds.

“Oh,” Bianca nods her head slowly as she moves her gaze from his features, to her own burger. “Are you...,” Bianca pauses for a while, not sure if she should continue.

“Am I what?,” Grayson manages to respond as he leans against the bench.

“Are you... still into her?,” Bianca mumbles, her eyes remains locked on her burger, instead of looking at her boyfriend. Grayson frowns, not even sure if he got the question right since she was mumbling.

“Am I into who?,” he arches his brow.

Bianca takes a deep breathe as she looks up to meet his gaze, sucking her cheeks in before she repeats her question. “Grayson, are you still into Alana?,” she sighs.

Grayson remains quiet as he squints his eyes, watching her closely for a second before he shakes his head. He looks away as a light chuckle escapes him. “God, Bianca Reine. What the hell is wrong with you?,” he responds.

“Is it yes or no?,” Instead of giving him an answer, Bianca asks once again.

“Hey, look,” Grayson turns to his side to face his girl as he takes her free hand in his to interlock their fingers together. “What makes you think so?,” he tilts his head for a bit as he keeps his gaze locked on hers.

“Gray, she’s Alana Whitman,” she replies, followed with another sigh as she looks down at her feet. “Alana fucking Whitman. Everyone in New Jersey knows her. The daughter of Connor Whitman, the governor of New Jersey,” she adds.

“So?,” Grayson replies briefly as he takes another bite of his vegan burger, eyes remain locked on his girlfriend.

“So?! Grayson, look at her! She looks ten times better than me! Straight blonde hair, eyes as blue as the sky, way much taller than this midget, and—“

“Yeah, so?,” he arches his brow as he watches her getting tense.

“Stop saying ‘so?’!,” Bianca spats his hand away, pulling her hand away to brush her hair back as she’s getting tense.

“Sooo,” Grayson grins as he watches her close, waiting for the possible reaction for saying ‘so’ once again.

“Grayson—“

“— are you jealous, Bianca?,” he shoots her a teasing glare before a light chuckle falls out of his lips.

“Jealousy is only for those unconfident souls,” she scoffs as she shoots him a death glare in return. But slowly, it fades away and she moves her gaze back down to her feet as she mumbles, “and... I’m feeling unconfident right now.”

Grayson can’t stop himself from smiling. He knows that he’s not supposed to smile, but looking at her being insecure makes him love her even more. Bianca being real and honest about what she feels, she’s really just one pure soul.

“Hey, look at me,” Grayson reaches for her hand once again to interlock their fingers together. She lets him taking her hand in his, but she keeps avoiding the eye-contact.

“Bianca,”

Still no response.

“Bianca Reine, please look at me if you love me,” he coos softly, knowing that it’ll work, and of course, it works. She turns to face him.

“See this one over here?,” Grayson sets his burger down on his lap so he can move his hand up to touch the padlock hanging from her necklace. Bianca remains quiet and nods her head slowly. “Do you know the reason why I got you this one?,” he asks.

“Because you love me?,” she mumbles.

“I once read this article on the internet that padlock can be symbolized as someone taken with a strong relationship. And that’s what I feel about our relationship,” Grayson explains.

“Grayson, we’ve only been dating for 2 weeks,” she sighs.

“And? I don’t care. I love you— God, I’m so madly in love with you, Bianca,” he smiles. “I can see my whole life with you, baby,” he goes on.

“Grayson, she’s your ex-crush, I’m just scared of you falling for her once again,” she looks up at him, sinking her teeth into her lower lip. “I don’t want to lose you,” she mumbles.

“I’ll always be yours, Bianca. I promise,” Grayson scoops the girl sitting next to him into a hug, and rests his chin on top of her head. He gently caresses her back as he mumbles, “God, jealousy Bianca is the cutest.”

Bianca slowly pulls away to give him another death glare, but Grayson chuckles, finding her antics cute. “What? I really mean it, you look ten times cuter when you’re jealous,” he snickers.

“Whatever,” Bianca playfully pushes him away as she finishes her burger. “Anyway, this one really tastes bomb,” she comments.

“See? I knew you’d love it— though I’m sure that i’m still the one you love the most— ow!,” Bianca nudges his rib playfully to stop him from talking.

“Shush, don’t you want to go home?,” Bianca rolls her eyes back in playful manner as she gets up and makes her way back toward Alana’s Jeep Compass.

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“Welcome home!,” Grayson chuckles as he sets her suitcase down on the floor, leading Bianca into the bedroom that he is going to share with for the rest of their days in LA. “Not as big as my bedroom back in New Jersey, but I think it’s enough for us,” he shrugs.

Bianca steps into the bedroom as she looks around the room to check it out. One king-sized bed, a fake fur rug by the end of the bed, a small walk-in closet that she can share with him, and a small bathroom.

“I’m sorry,” Grayson breaks the silence as he wraps an arm around Bianca’s waist.

“Sorry for what, Gray?,” she questions with an arched brow.

“Sorry that I can only get this plain apartment for us to share with each other— and Ethan too, of course,” again, he shrugs as he plops himself down on the edge of the bed. He gently draws Bianca closer to him as he looks up at her. “I couldn’t find a better place,” he adds.

“Grayson, don’t be. I don’t need fancy apartment to live in,” Bianca shakes her head as she sits on his lap, with an arm thrown around his shoulders. “All that matter is that I’m sharing this room with you, my favorite man alive. Other than that, I don’t care,” she explains, hoping it’ll comfort him.

Grayson remains quiet as she talks, having his attention fully drawn to the girl sitting on his lap. Once she’s done, Grayson moves his hand up to cup her cheek as he coos, “Damn, you’re really the sweetest one. I love you,” with that, Grayson pressed his lips against hers, kissing her gently.

Bianca snakes her arms around his neck to keep him close as she eagerly returns the kiss. Her eyes flutter closed as her boyfriend begins to deepen the kiss.

“I missed you, Bianca,” Grayson mumbles against her lips as he gently sinks his teeth onto her lower lip to tease her. “I missed you more than anything, baby girl,” he coos softly.

Like a magic word, the word ‘baby girl’ turns her on so much that she teasingly begins to grind her hips. “Baby, I missed you too, I fucking do,” Bianca whimpers as she grips on his shoulders tightly.

“Aren’t you tired from the flight?,” Grayson rests his hands on her waist as he hums. “Baby, really, we don’t have to if you’re ti—“

“Shh, please, Grayson. Make me feel good,” she whines as she slowly pulls away. In a matter of second, she’s already busy taking her trench coat off, leaving her in her jeans and tank top.

“If you say so,” Grayson replies as he eyes her being eager this time. Once she threw her coat onto the floor, he reconnects his lips with hers once again. His hand slowly makes its way up to fondle her breast as they continue to kiss.

“Let’s play this game called ‘one-question-and-take-a-thing-off, yeah?,” Grayson whispers.

“Bet. Have you locked the door?,” Bianca asks.

Grayson gives her a sly smirk as he responds, “That’s your first question?,” he asks in return as he bursts into laughter.

“Wait, n—no!, I mean— I was making sure that the door’s locked. I don’t want Ethan to run into us banging,” Bianca shakes her head quickly as she playfully pushes Grayson away.

“It’s locked, baby. No worries. But rules are rules, therefore, take a thing off,” he snickers.

“Fine, fine,” she pouts as she reaches down to grab the edge of her tank top before she peels it off of her, leaving her upper body covered by her push-up bra. “Question?,” Bianca turns her focus back to him.

“Hm,” Grayson hums as he sucks his cheeks in, thinking for a question for Bianca. “Do you want me?,” he finally asks after spending a few moments thinking. As he waits for her answer, in a swift move, he takes his plain black t-shirt off and throws it onto the floor to join her coat and tanktop.

“Yes, hell yes,” Bianca answers as she gently brushes her pad of thumb against the skin of his cheek. “My turn, do you love me?,” she mumbles before she reaches down to unbutton her jeans. She eagerly pushes it down to her ankles as she keeps her eyes locked on his feature, waiting for him to answer.

“Yes, I do,” Grayson answers. His gaze quickly shifts to her ankles, as he reaches down to help her taking off the jeans. “Hm, have you been such a good girl ever since I left?,” he asks as he eagerly pushes his shorts down to his ankles, leaving him in nothing but his Calvin Klein boxers.

“You don’t even need to question it,” she whispers as she gives him a smile in return. “Do you love me?,” she asks, repeating her previous question as she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra. She lets out a soft hum as she tosses her bra onto the floor.

“You’ve already asked me that question,” Grayson frowns, getting confused with her decision to go with the same question. “Of course I do. Are you okay, babe?,” he murmurs before he flips them over, so now he’s having Bianca laying underneath him. Grayson eagerly removes his boxers and throws it onto the floor, leaving him fully exposed in front of his girl.

“I’m okay...,” Bianca nods her head.

“Last question?,” Grayson coos as he gently caresses her cheek. Bianca shuts her eyes closed for a moment, gently biting her lower lip.

“Babe? What’s wrong?”

She opens her eyes once Grayson called for her, looking up at him with a glimpse of tears in the corner of her eyes. She sucks in a deep breath as she rests her palms on his bare chest, opening her mouth to speak once again.

“Grayson, do you love me?”