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Positive Reinforcement 🍃

The joke is that alhaitham will do the stupid grand sage job even if he hates it only because nahida asked him to stay by her side. He is a walking mystery but you can also read him like a book.

They are studying us in petri dishes

Father Figure

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A/N: this is for the lovely lovely @jadequeen88. I had teased her with this for far too long.

DILF Kirishima x fem reader

Words: 3.2K

TW: Noncon/dubcon at first. Somnophilia. Daddy kink. Age gap.

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You would like a idea for a bnha boi with y/n? I have one!! Bakugo and y/n cuddling in the back seat of a car, or just them cuddling

Ofc!!

could we see tighnari and cyno in the cosplay au mayhaps? or in any form i love them so much

love your art btw!!! i hope you stay well!

Tighnari doesn't cosplay much unless its Collei asking, but he does model for Cyno's merch

Collei makes her own wigs (while Cyno helps with outfits) and has recently tried her hand at taking commissions 🥺

Cyno has a very expensive hobby

adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different

2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed

pairing: reader x ot7

genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7

Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.

A/N: Thank you to the glorious minjoonalist for this banner! Everyone give her some love <3

Part One

Warnings: none in this chapter

Word count: 2k

It’s your first day.

First day entering the world of higher education, on the path to betterment (or whatever the dean said in his boring introductory presentation). To tell the truth, you were pretty zoned out as various speakers talked to the thousands of students that would now become your peers. Those hard ass plastic seats were NOT conducive for attentive listening.

Regardless, you pushed through, and here you are, Monday morning, at 8:45 sharp, sitting in yet another hard ass plastic seat. This time however, you had a small wooden desk in front of you, in line with about a couple dozen others. This was your first class --- Calculus.

You were always good at math compared to the average student, however, being placed with the super smart kids all the time made you self conscience and at worst, made you feel stupid. You were too good at math for the standard curriculum, but felt too dumb for the advanced one. It’s no surprise that math quickly became your least favorite subject.

That hadn’t changed. You were dreading this class, even though you took calculus already in high school --- theoretically, it shouldn’t be that difficult. You knew however, that you had absolutely no willpower when it came to studying math. And considering the fact that you are now attending a prestigious university, one known for their STEM programs, you felt adequately nervous.

You glanced around the classroom, baron except for the desks and the large whiteboard covering the expanse of the front wall. A few other students showed up early as well, mostly looking either as nervous as you felt, or tired like they had just enjoyed their first weekend at college perhaps a little too much.

You yourself hadn’t gone too crazy, going to a single party on Saturday where you only had one drink --- lame even by your own standards. However, you were just getting to know your roommates, and felt it best to remain sober enough to keep an eye out on them or manage any situation this new environment would throw you.

You weren’t close with any of your peers from your high school that also attended your university, and it seemed your roommates were in the same boat. So, naturally, you all decided to go out together as new friends. They all seemed to be nice, and you got along well with everyone so far. You hoped that wouldn’t change.

You sigh gently to yourself while reflecting upon your less than thrilling weekend. You hope that one day you’d let yourself experience the wild college parties that you've heard about. You want to know what it felt like to get properly drunk and dance with a cute stranger without any worries in the back of your head.

Speaking of cute strangers, you take a glance around the classroom, steadily filling up with students. You might as well see if there were any hotties in the class that you knew you’d rather daydream about than pay attention to exponent integrations.

You spotted a boy sitting a ways away from you that caught your attention. His legs were stretched out in front of his desk, in a way that screamed “I don’t care if you trip over me, in fact, I dare you.”

His attention was glued to his phone, as he appeared to be taking snapchats --- probably for some obnoxiously beautiful girls, you thought to yourself, eyes rolling slightly. You had to admit though, he was quite attractive. He had dark brown hair, covering his forehead and slightly swept to the side. His eyes were a dark brown to match, and were quite cute. He had a nice nose and clear skin. His most striking feature was his lips however. He had lips that were larger than the average guy and they looked very kissable. And his frame was decently large, his shoulders wide and masculine, juxtaposing his cute eyes and lips.

You blushed at your own thoughts about the stranger across the room, knowing you were getting entirely carried away in your state of boredom. You still had five minutes until class was supposed to begin. You put away your own phone, which you were holding in your hands as some sort of social protection, in your backpack. You then pulled out your fresh new binder with graph paper, lined paper, tabs, dividers, the whole nine yards. You may not enjoy math, but organization always brought you some level of mental tranquility.

You pull out a pen just as you glance up to see a boy standing in front of you, with the brightest, thousand watt smile on his face. His backpack was slung over one shoulder, his hand in his jeans pocket. He had on a loose tee-shirt that somehow flattered his slim frame. You could tell that he wasn’t a meek first year still finding his bearings. He must be at least a second year. You feel your face heat up as you make eye contact, seeing that he’s looking directly at you.

“Hi there! Is this seat taken?” His eyes widen almost comically as he points to the seat directly in front of you.

“Ah no, no it’s empty.” You cringe internally as you notice your less than relaxed delivery.

He gives you another dazzling smile as he plops in the seat in front of you, pulling out his own simple notebook and pencil.

You rub your forehead trying to get yourself to calm down. You need to not turn red every time a cute boy talks to you, let alone look in your direction. This is so not like you.

You manage to calm yourself down, ready to begin your first class so your attention is off the boy sitting in front of you.

Your professor must have walked in as you were mentally reprimanding yourself, because you hear an authoritative man's voice come from the front of the room when 9 o’clock hits. You immediately began trying to pay attention, writing down all of the information he put on the board even though it’s stuff already in the syllabus. The truth was that you simply needed to throw yourself into a task to keep your mind from straying back onto the boy in front of you.

About seven minutes later, the door to the classroom swings open and another boy walks through, giving the prof a quick salute and grin in apology. You, as well as the rest of the class, had naturally turned your eyes towards the distraction. As soon as it was found to just be a straggler, everyone’s attention quickly shifted back to the professor in front. Your curiosity was piqued by his confident, goofy nature, however.

You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on him a moment longer. He had shaggy dark hair, tanned skin, and a smile that was strikingly unique as it was a little bit of a square shape. He was devastatingly handsome, and you had a feeling he knew it too. Your hypothesis was instantly supported as he made eye contact with you, noticing you looking at him longer than your peers. He flashes a smirk your way that you’re pretty sure could knock anyone’s panties off.

You mentally start screaming and feel yourself turning the color of a freaking fire truck. You quickly jerk your head back down to your notes and refuse to look back up to meet his eyes.

It appears he wasn’t going to give you a break though. You felt the air woosh past you as he walks down your aisle and stops immediately behind you, taking the empty seat.

Great.

Now, you were sandwiched between two guys that you're pretty sure were the most attractive you’d seen in a long while. Not to mention the guy several rows over that you were ogling before they even arrived. You quickly realized that there wasn’t a chance in hell your full attention was going to be on the lecture during this class.

Your entire body sagged with relief when your fifty minute class was up and the professor released everyone. Noticing, the boy behind you leaned forward and huskily whispered, “You’re not a morning person either, huh?”

You froze for half a second at the sound of his voice. It was deep and silky, and my god was it sexy. And he was talking to you.

“You could say that.” You were shocked at his attention but somehow managed to pull out a response that didn’t make you look like an idiot. You didn’t bother turning around to look at him as you answered, deciding not to let him see how pink your cheeks were as you returned your items to your bag.

He let out a little chuckle and stood up.

“I’m Taehyung. And you, my little night owl, are?” He drew out the are waiting for your response.

You too stood up, putting your backpack on.

“I, Taehyung, am off to my next class.” You were annoyed that he seemed to take notice of your attention on him in the beginning of the class and thought that you were a fun little target to flirt with. You knew he wasn’t interested, but merely found it fun to take advantage of his good looks. This allowed you to get over your schoolgirl crush behavior and return to your normal self, which you knew had more of a bite than necessary at times. You had developed a tough edge at a young age and you think that it has protected you a lot already in your short life.

He raised an eyebrow at the sudden appearance of sass and gave you another grin. You simply rolled your eyes and turned on your heel to march yourself out of the classroom, joining the other students that were filtering out. By the time you had turned around, the cute guy with the smile that made your heart melt had already left. You were slightly disappointed to your own chagrin. Why on Earth are you paying attention to boys when you knew you had other priorities? It’s not like anything would come of it anyway.

Throughout high school, you steered away from boys in a romantic sense and they more than happily did the same. You knew you were intimidating, as you had a sharp mouth and quick wit. No one messed with you and you liked it that way. You had kept to yourself, and kept your grades high. You just didn’t have any interest in the boys you’ve known since you were a kid.

As you walked to your next class, you silently cursed yourself for not being cool and collected the entire period. Where was that icy exterior that you had curated for years? How did a simple smile from the boy in front of you turn you into a puddle? How did that annoyingly hot guy behind you manage to blindside you at first?

You nearly stopped in your tracks and groaned when you realized that you had that class every. single. day. It was five credits, so that meant Monday through Friday, you’d be there 9 in the morning, attempting to not think about the cute boys around you.

You were giddy deep, deep down that such cute guys were in your class but the more level headed side of you knew it was in vain. It’s not like they’d go for you or anything. And besides, they would only distract you from the class that you already knew was going to be a struggle.

You pinched your eyes shut when you slid into your seat in your next class.

You had a feeling it was going to be a long semester.

✨Blueberry Popsicle-Shoto x Reader Smau!Masterlist ✨

When Todoroki goes to get his favorite popsicle at a convenience store, he didn’t expect to see a girl carrying 100 popsicles- but not just any popsicles, the last Blueberry popsicles in Japan. What happens when they keep on coincidentally meeting?

Summer/Roomate Au!

lmao ik summers legit over but let me live 😔

✨Taglist✨ Is Closed!

Warnings: I suck :D Fluff, Angst (??), Crack, and KiriBaku 😳

Y/N’s Circus 🌟 Shouto’s House

Running Away

Doing Business

Clean My Lamp

Grandpa

Loml

Love At First Sight

Fate 1.

Fate 2.

See Me

Popsicle Girl

Eat It

Mom Come Pick Me Up

It’s Time

I’m Always Here

Living With Phycos

Slob

Tomato Tomatoe

Ur Mom

A Spoons Alive

Chicken-Fish Smoking

Tea And Crumpets

It’s Show Time

Fin

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baby angel in his jammies

I just had a dream that bakugo was my boyfriend??? And he actually was super sweet and adorable on the phone?? Like what??😂😂😅

The Sweet Tea Series | masterpost

— Summary: Korea has been a desired destination of yours for years, a place where you held such a deep rooted connection for that it may finally be the place you belong. Now entering your last year at your art university, you were one of few who were successfully chosen to partake in the one year summer intensive program. Filled with excitement of integrating within a new culture, what you had planned turns for the unexpected when you find yourself rooming next to a local mafia renowned and revered throughout all of Asia. However, things become a bit more complicated when these mafia men are actually demons who find themselves attracted to you, using your variety of tea flavors as an excuse to visit unannounced.  

— Pairing: mafia!demon!bts x poc!curvy!art student!reader

— Genre: angst, fluff / poly!au / supernatural!au / demon!au / mafia!au

— Status: ongoing

— Warnings: blood, violence, murder, death, reader being too kind for their own good, reader forgetting to take care of themselves, racism, insecurities, body shaming, anxiety, bullying, hurt/comfort, sexual tension, implied smut

**AUTHORS NOTE**

          So this story is, once again, somewhat self indulgent! Like the previous story, I want this to be inclusive but the OC will be of color, have a curvaceous figure, and have she/her pronouns. Other than that, nothing is really specific about the OC. There are 10 chapters with a prologue and epilogue but there is no guarantee that it’ll be that long. Actually, this story will be more of a series of lengthy drabbles. The prologue will be up soon and the first chapter to follow shortly after! Also FYI, those from the last tag list (and any who asked) will be added to this one as well! If you wish to be removed, just let me know! (◠‿◠✿)

     ~For my “A Dragon Den’s Wallflower” readers, please refer to this 

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Prologue: Demons Tea

Chapter 1: Green Tea

Chapter 2: Oolong Tea

Chapter 3: Chamomile Tea

Chapter 4: Ginger Tea

Chapter 5: Bubble Tea

Chapter 6: Mint Tea

Chapter 7: Black Tea

Chapter 8: Herbal Tea

Chapter 9: White Tea

Chapter 10: Hibiscus Tea

Epilogue: Sweet Tea

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