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My dreams are weird again...
What I would GIVE to dream of Dagan Gera!
I would want him to rescue me from something...a past conflict of mine...cuz ever since I became obsessed with him, I NEVER had a dream of him...he was only either a cameo or little shadow in the corner of my eye...that's it! I need him in my dreams, it'll make me feel better...PLEASSSEEE!!!
the way Dagan was like "DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MEEEE!!"...lol
(slowed down)
REAL
me when i can’t even touch grass because the grass happens to be green 😔
Chat, here we see a wild Y/N finding a mate in the wild. Notice how they used their rizz to attract a wild teacher who’s hotter than he thinks he is. Notice the surprise on his fellow bros as he breaks the bro code and actually pulls someone. And, the lesson is Chat, that Izuku Midoriya is a hot teacher who I think is amazing and just wanna hug him.
𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐦 - 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
AN: tinsy bit of manga spoilers!! This will be a short mini series to fill the wait of my longer, still in progress series, A Shadow Of Doubt LMAO ENJOY!
PART 1 / ??
“LOOOooooOVEEEEE NEVER KNEW WHAT I WAS MISSIN’ BUT I KNEW ONCE WE START KISSIN’ I FOooOooUNDDD LOVEEEE.”
Izuku watched his friends take turns making fools of themselves at karaoke. He was slowly sipping on a bottle of beer. His goal was not to get drunk tonight. After all he was still a teacher, a teacher that has work tomorrow. The only reason why he even came out tonight was to please everyone and ensure them that he was fine. Not bitter or depressed or lonely, he was fine. He understands that they’re trying to be considerate and caring but it actually urged him even more. It’s just something he didn’t want to think about, life has moved on already, and when his friends talk to him about it he has to remember all of it. The war, losing his quirk, having to be normal, all over again.
“Why aren’t ya up there with them?”
A rough familiar voice caused Izuku’s head to turn. “You made it!” His smile widened upon seeing his childhood best friend.
“F’course I did.” Bakugou sat down next to Izuku with a huff.
“Just thought you’d be busy doing Number one stuff.”
“Tch. Don’t say that shit, I’m not there yet.”
“Yet.” Izuku’s smile softened and his face returned to the stage where Todoroki was now singing Tequila with everyone cheering.
“Icy hot? Who else is here?”
“Just the boys.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come.”
“What?! You can’t leave me here with all of them!”
“Usually you would a part of them.” Bakugou rolled his eyes then grabbed Izuku pushing him towards the bar.
“K-Kacchan!”
“Shut up. Sit.”
Izuku’s green eyes stared at the spiky blonde. Watched as Bakugou ask for two shots of tequila. Not their usual, which means Bakugou was trying to get him drunk. Before Izuku could even deny it a nice cold glass of tequila was in his hands then down his throat. It burned. The sensation was terrible but it was just what he needed.
The two men kept going. Downing shot after shot. Izuku and Bakugou could only ever drink this much with each other. Bakugou doesn’t want to talk and Izuku thinks too much. So the tough hero hands him a drink and Izuku accepts his fate. No small talk. No need to catch up. Just two friends, people watching together, getting drunk.
An hour passes and so far they’ve had 30 shots. Denki and Todoroki have even came down from the stage to share a couple with them. Izuku can’t even keep his head up. His nice crisp button up shirt is now buttoned down and wrinkled. His green unruly hair was even worse now, yet somehow from across the club, you found it appealing. Probably because you were also pretty wasted and the lighting was absolute shit but fuck he’s cute.
“Yo, that girl over there, she’s been checking me out the whole time i’ve been here.” Denki shouts over the club music.
The boys look to where his finger tip points to you. You in your stunning black mini dress with laced thigh highs held up by garters. It was a little hard to see your face through the different colored lights flashing but they could tell that you were a beauty.
“In your dreams dunce face.” Bakugou scoffed.
“I’m being serious!” Denki whined. “Girls loveee The Bolt.”
“You just referred to yourself as The Bolt?”
“More like they wanna bolt.”
Izuku and Bakugou laughed hard at Todoroki’s statement, causing Denki’s face to flush. He rolled his eyes at them and looked back to you.
His eyes widened and he flashed his toothy grin. “Oh yeah? Then why is she walking over here?”
The boys stopped their fit of laughter to see you strutting over in your chunky heels. Izuku had to now put his head up to see you properly. Hips swaying perfectly in sync with the beat of the music playing. He couldn’t get his eyes off you. You just looked so bad… bad in the good way. Bad in the way that he knew if he ever got ahold of you he’d be so addicted. Like the terrible shots of tequila, so bad yet so good.
“Hi boys, mind if I join you?”
Izuku choked on his spit. He hadn’t even realize you’ve made it until your voice caught his attention. His fuzzy mind was so focused on how plush your thighs looked. The only thoughts going through his brain were how badly he wanted to sleep between them.
“Yes.”
“No! Don’t listen to old meanie Bakugou he doesn’t like new comers.”
You smiled so innocently. “That’s alright. I’ll go in a sec, just thought I could at least introduce myself.”
“How sweet of you-“
“Not to you though, him.” Your eyes met Izuku’s.
A string of huh’s and what’s came out of the groups mouth. Their jaws dropped. Bakugou knew you weren’t coming over for Denki but he at least thought it’d be for Todoroki or even himself. It was just what usually happened as big time hunky heroes.
“Yeah, I want him.” You stood confidently in-front of Izuku. Whom stared up at you wide puppy eyed.
“M-me?”
Izuku was in complete shock. This had to be a joke. Did his friends pay this goddess of a women to hit on him? To boost his ego or something because no way you wanted him. Now way could he ever bag you. You were wayyy out of his lowly teacher league but here you are smiling down at him.
“Mmmhm.” You nodded.
“Why?”
“Because you’re cute.”
“Huh?”
You simply laughed at how oblivious he was being. Finding him absolutely adorable. How could this stud be so clueless?
“I’m L/n Y/n but you can call me anytime.”
Izuku’s freckled face turned bright pink as you handed him a napkin with your number on it. He felt like he was on fire. His stomach flipped and turned. What the fuck was going on?
You stuck your thumb and pinky out. Mouthing the words “call me” before giving him a little wink that stopped the poor boy’s heart. Then you turned around and left back to your table. Your group of girlfriends giggled. Cheering you on. You sat down relieved. It went better than you thought. Now you just had to wait and see.
Oh hello! Guys I am so normal about him I swear ‼️
I'm unwell
I luv Ethan whimpers :333
He so bbg
Random Ethan Headcanons
A/N: Insomnia strikes again so I’m making more headcanons. Also I love Ethan if you couldn’t tell. I just want to put him in my pocket and feed him Capri suns.
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Considering that Ethan used to be a software engineer so he was hunched over a computer for hours at a time, his posture is horrific.
Chris probably bought him a posture brace straight after their first training session.
Or knowing Chris he probably landed a blow to Ethan’s back that was so hard it realigned his spine.
100% a Reddit user.
Probably reads a couple of stories and posts to wind down before going to bed every night.
He has definitely said poggers at least once.
Has small nervous tics or fidgets when he’s concentrating on something.
Definitely a nail bitter and a leg bouncer when he is stressed or anxious.
His parents definitely did the soap under the nails method to get him to stop biting his nails when he was a kid.
I can also see Ethan being able to do a bunch of cool tricks with a pen, twirling it around his fingers like it’s a butterfly knife when ever he’s reading or trying to solve something.
Very big on compliments and praise.
Tell him that he’s doing great or even just a simple compliment about his outfit and he’s buzzing with joy for the rest of the day.
He probably doesn’t know how to take them.
He just smiles politely and laughs but internally he’s jumping like a kid on Christmas.
The easiest way to fluster him is to compliment his voice.
Tell him how smooth his voice is and Ethan’s stumbling over his words and blushing furiously.
Because of his dry wit and sarcasm I feel like he’d appreciate British humour.
Loves Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Kozume Kenma.
Relight my fire
Your love is my only desire
Relight my fire
'Cause I need your love (I need your love)
Mark performing in Wembley (1993)
i am so fucking normal about this i swear
(This was back earlier this year)
N PROPOSED GUYS WERE MARRIED... I LOVE MY HUSBAND...
Ah yes the perfect disguise
A basket over my head with my brand out
And I’ll keep the hat too
Min Ho x reader
No pronouns just you is used, friends to lovers
Another stressful week at attending KISS finally passed with practically your whole life revolving fully around the school. You decided you needed a hobby to take the stress off the heavy workflow. After asking one of your friends, Q, about fun activities that could help with stress and take your mind off of school he started gushing about his outdoor club and hiking saying, “joinmyclubandyourelifewillchangeinwaysyouneverthoughtof!” Or at least that's what you thought he said.
Getting up from your bed you grabbed some clothing you had picked out the night before on your chair and went to the bathroom to get ready not wanting your roommate's new boyfriend to see you changing, again.
Finishing in the bathroom you finished your morning routine and put the athletic clothing on. A light smile to your face looking at it remembering what Min Ho had told you when you went shopping.
Another gasp escaped his throat. At this point, you thought he was just trying to not go back to his dorm room. “What it that y/n! You look like a smurf who got drowned in hair dye! Do you have anything good in there?” His voice was harsh but laced with a teasing hint. You knew he didn't want you to look like, “a smurf who got drowned in tye die,” but it had been two hours of this and you think one of the employees is praying you two get hit by a truck on your way out from the pile of clothes you're going to leave.
He barged his way into the changing room and you gasped, “Hey, my bras on the floor-”
“So? Were friends aren't we?” He responded casually while digging around all the stores' clothes you had picked out for a hike. You scoffed and knew fighting wasn't going to work with him.
Min Ho dug around everything you pulled out scoffing and gasping at the endless amount of “worthless” clothes as he put it. “Wait here, you don't know what looks good on you.” He left as quickly as he entered and after two minutes of finding your bra and underwear hiding under the clothing you had been wearing he returned. “This. Then someone might notice you chon-nom.” He draped the top over your face and grabbed your hand to place the shorts on them. “And this jacket.” He grabbed one of the jackets and handed it to you again. The top on your face slowly fell off your face to reveal your face with an arched brow. Min Ho mimicked the face with crossed arms jokingly. “What?”
“Leave.”
“Why.”
“Because I'm getting changed.”
“That's not an excuse y/n.”
In the end, you had bought the outfit and it honestly was better than anything you could have picked out, but you would never let him know that. You looked in the mirror cupping your butt in the tight fabric of your shorts in your hands with a worried look. You did lightly regret letting him pick the shorts even asking if there were pants but he just said they were, “out of the stalk.”
Leaving the bathroom with the jacket placed around your waist you quickly said goodbye to her and her boyfriend of the week.
“Hey, Q!” You waved, lightly jogging to him and doing some warm-up stretches in the grass.
“Y/n!” He smiled with a small wave back. “Don't waste all your energy yet,” he teased.
“I would never.”
The trail was honestly beautiful, you had never seen anything like it. The clouds might have still been in the sky with the blue sky peeking out and a light mist covering the mountain path but it only added to the comfort of the walk. You stopped to look at the view of the school and took an inhale, your senses overflowing. The smell of the old bark of the trees with some water slowly dripping down its leaves, the still wet dirt that had a hint of mushiness but you still wouldn't call it mud, the smell of fog and damp grass. Your school work and family life had disappeared in the environment. Q was right when he told you it could change your life.
“Hey y/n, keep up” He turned back to look at you but a small smile stretched on his lips. “You like the view?”
“Is it always like this?” You turned to ask him.
“Most of the time. You never really get used to it.” He turned to look back at the city and his shoulders untensed.
“We should do this more.” You made your way over to him but a light scream from you made Q’s eye widen when he saw you take a step back and your footing get loose when a small animal ran past your legs.
“Y/n!” He tried to reach out for you but your body hit the floor and you muffled out another scream when your body rolled a few times. Luckily you were able to stop yourself from falling down the hill anymore but your body with filled with scratches and bruises. Some blood coated your arms and you winced bringing up your hands to look at them. They shook with cuts on the palm and fingers.
“Y/n! Are you alright!” He ran over to you and immediately grabbed you by the arm hoisting you up and over his shoulder. “Shit.”
“Y-yeah I’m fine.” You brought your arms to his shoulders to lightly slap him. “Let’s continue the hike.”
“What? No. You got hurt.”
“No, I'm fine. Just a little cut.”
“A little?” His voice got harsh and he repositioned you on his back. “We’re going back to my place. You can't keep walking you’ll open more wounds.”
“Q, I'm fine!”
“You're going to have to amputate your leg!”
“I’m fine!” You slapped his shoulder again. The two of you slowly made your way down the hill wobbling from side to side at times. You both got to his side of the dorm and he got out his key.
“Min Ho’s going to kill me,” he muttered under his breath almost going unnoticed by you. He finally opened the door and closed it, walking over and setting you down on the couch.
“Stay here, I’ll get the med kit,” Q tells you leaving for the bathroom.
“You have a med kit?” You ask laughing. You slowly relax on the couch and feel your body melt into the cushions until a loud voice interrupts you.
“WHAT! YOU LET WHAT HAPPEN TO HER?!” Min Ho’s voice echoed through the living room not even for a second before Q fought back.
“She’s not a kid Min Ho! She just fell!”
“And you didn't catch her?!”
“She was a few feet away!”
“You shouldn't have let her go with you in the first place!”
More incoherent yells left the bathroom until you hear Q barge the door open and throw the first aid kit at Min Ho’s chest. He didn't look at you as he stomped down to the front door opening and slamming it. The apartment was quiet as you sat on the couch. Min Ho’s sigh caught you off guard and you whip around to see him a few feet behind you.
“What happened?” You ask with a meek voice not wanting to sour the mood more.
“Don't worry about it,” he spat before widening his eyes. “Bastard.” He cupped your face and rubbed light circles on your cheek with his thumb. His eyes scanned your features and some of the cuts on them, his eyes darting to your lips before he stood up stiffly. “Let's go to my room.”
“What?”
“You. Me. My room.” He turned around a hand on the doorknob of his room. “Come here.”
You stay still looking at him.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he laughs. “Now, come here, idiot.” He enters his room and looks at you like a kicked puppy.
You sigh getting up trying not to wince at the pain shooting through your legs. He dramatically sighed and placed a hand on his hip, watching you patiently. “I'm not waiting here all day,” he groaned.
Your head snapped up to meet his annoyed face with an equally mad one. You couldn't help but slowly relax your face and bite your lip trying not to smile at him.
Finally walking over to him he places a hand on your shoulder but quickly takes it off when you flinch from his touch. Silently cursing yourself you look at him with apologetic eyes and he slowly places a delicate hand back on your shoulder guiding you to his bed.
He sits you down on the edge of the bed as he kneels down face to face with your scratted legs. He opens the med kit and puts some rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab. Gently grabbing your ankle with the pads of his fingers treating you as if you were made of the finest china.
He places a cotton swab on a cut making sure to not hurt you but when you wince his grip on your ankle tightens.
“How could Q-” He grits, clenching his teeth.
“It’s not his fault it's mine.” You quickly cut him off not liking wanting him to fight with his friend any longer.
“But you still!” He groaned and dragged a hand down his face not wanting to get mad at you or his friend.
“Just please let it go Min Ho. It’s my fault.” You say regretfully and place your hand on his cheek almost like a lover more than a friend. It almost feels like he leans into your touch but you immediately finch it back and grab your hand.
His eyes almost look sad before he scoffs. “Don’t go treating me like a roach y/n.”
“R-right.” You curse yourself for stuttering in front of him. There's no reason to have your cheeks heat up at him. You’ve known him since the beginning of KISS. He’s helped you study, and pick beauty products, and skincare. You’ve laughed with him, cried, felt real emotions with him. He’s made your self-confidence skyrocket and almost made you a completely different person. A person you wanted to be. Min Ho was your best friend. Right?
He shook his head and went back to placing the rubbing alcohol swab back on your cuts. It was completely silent except for the rapid beats of your heart you prayed he couldn't hear.
He slowly leans up once he's done and you come face to face. Only now did you realize how close he was. The almost nonexistent pours along his noes. The smell of his perfect conditioner and cologne. The soft breath fanning across your cheeks would make you push away anyone if it wasn't him.
“Min-”
“Don’t,” he said barely audible. His eyes darted down to your lips but quickly shot up to your eyes. The both of you slowly leaned in your eyes fluttering close and your lips lightly puckering. Your senses were overloaded when you left the softest lips on you. Your hands remained on the sheets not wanting to grab him and you softly pushed back against him your lips relaxing into the warmth of his own. He released a low groan and pushed back regretfully wanting to cherish the moment longer.
“I thought you liked Madison,” you panted out from doing almost nothing.
“Why would I? She’s, not you.”
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Jason Todd has ‘IICYIFY’ vibes and I live for it
PRIDE AND PREJUDICE.
synopsis; you were in the middle before you knew you had begun. or, the pride and prejudice remake that no one asked for. (for the love club love collab.)
pairing; sakusa x f! reader
contains; enemies-to-lovers, self-indulgent yearning, historical au (eighteenth century) with no discernible location, mutual pining, slow burn, no sex because it’s jane austen, lots of direct quotations from the novel and pride and prejudice (2005) because why ruin perfection
acknowledgements; i would like to formally thank @suedebunn for being my pillar of moral support and @kmorgzz for beta reading in my time of need. i love you both most ardently.
word count; 10.1k
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– ACT FIVE.
it is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
at least, that’s what your mother, mouth full, would have told you and your sisters over the dinner table. retrospectively, though, you should have told her that she was entirely full of shit. had you known better then, you would have turned down the dances, the meetings, the tense flirtation. you would have, had you realized, separated yourself from him and his possibilities entirely. you would have rewritten the nature of your entire existence so that you did not, would not, have to watch your sister’s heart be shattered like glass across the tiles.
perhaps single men want wives. but that does not mean they want you. and that certainly does not mean they will play nice to get it.
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He will find something lol /ref
oliver in a cave what will he doooooooooo!!!!
(little takealong ollie joined me on an adventure a few weeks ago hehe!!)