Izuku w/ a drop dead gorgeous s/o

Content: Reader has hair, established relationship, kissing, gn reader, some jealously and insecurity,

A/N: I was gonna add Katsuki too, but Izuku's got pretty long, so I'll probably put his in a separate post.

Members of carnivora paired with their common ancestor, a miacid. 

[ID: Four art pieces showing a lion, a seal, a wolf, and a bear beside their common ancestor, a miacid, who looks a bit like a large weasel. They’re each drawn in realistic style, in matching poses. /End ID].

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。the dictionary definition of a rich boy

contents. pre dating rich boy! gojo, college! au, implications of a zenin being pushy on the first date, satoru being distraught you went on a date lol, pre relationship shenanigans with the cutest loser boy !!

word count. 3.8k (it’s literally all just him being a handful)

notes. thank you niku my most cherished gojo stan for comming this (and giving me the most ridiculous tip) i adore you so much :,) mwah 💋

he’s late—gojo is late. in fact, he’s very late, by forty-five minutes and thirty-two seconds to be exact. you aren’t really the count-by-the-second type of person, but somehow when it comes to that irritating, smug, too-talkative brat that you’re stuck with…well, you can’t help but be petty and use the seconds against him too.

he shows up close to an hour after your agreed time, waltzing in with a grin on his face—and, oh, you should kill him. he has the audacity to send you a wink when he walks over, coming up to your table and pushing his sunglasses down his nose just a bit to look you in the eyes over the lenses. 

what kind of person wears sunglasses indoors? surely only the kind that are nothing but trouble.

“aw, you’re here already,” gojo hums, “that excited to see me?”

shinobu and the arataki gang at the inazuma drive-thru

they also asked for no beans

Frankie’s here. :^)

(jock werewolf girlfriend to @filthymagicuser‘s nerd)

[Tales from the Pack] Soonyoung: Imperfect (Part Three)

Characters: Soonyoung x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angsty-ish???, lotta talk of jealousy so if you don’t like that maybe don’t read this

Word count: 1,377

Summary: Soonyoung has always been desperate to find his mate, often going out into town at night to fill the void of imprinting that he craves so much. Then suddenly, you (quite literally) appear in front of him. He’d always dreamed and fantasized about what having his mate would be like, but the reality is nothing like he expected.

a/n: things in bold are in english and whenever soonyoung says reader’s name it’s meant to be reader’s surname (these are going to be reoccurring authors notes lmao)

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considering how atsumu miya was so excited and giddy on getting you to say yes to go on a date with him, you never would’ve expected being stood up.

he was so persistent to get you to go out with him, even gave you a time and place and all that, but three hours have passed now, and you’re back in your room, trying to convince yourself that sitting alone in the park for an hour isn’t as bad as you’re making it out to be.

maybe he has an excuse, maybe he forgot, or maybe, according to the annoying voice in your head that yells out atsumu’s awful reputation, he was simply just messing with you.

it’s nine in the evening now, there’s school tomorrow but no matter how hard you try, you can’t bring yourself to fall asleep.

( you hate that you can’t stop thinking about what you could’ve done for him to just ditch you so wordlessly. you hate that you were looking so forward to seeing him. you hate this day entirely. )

you sigh.

there’s a knock on your window, and for a second you jump, cause the only window in your room is a whole story up from the ground, so who in the hell could it be?

( great, you were getting stood up and getting burgled on the same day. )

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in the wind, i hear your voice

𖥻 a companion fic to guardian angel (please read part one first or else it’ll be very confusing)

𖥻 atsumu x f!reader, osamu, 2k, angst

𖥻 while you’re falling apart at the seams by osamu’s grave, atsumu isn’t having a very good time either, but on an entirely different plane.

𖥻 warnings (for those of you who read part one, you already know) osamu is dead, atsumu is in a coma

𖥻 a/n; so i think a few of you who read ‘guardian angel’ were wondering what really happened & in all honesty this was how i viewed it in my head—so i finally decided to write it down. (i know it’s pretty short) it’s a lot of just me imagining stuff so i hope you guys like this <3 lmk what you think! thank you to @suknua for beta-ing <3

ATSUMU remembers pulling over by the road, reaching behind his seat for the small paper bag, with an even smaller velvet box inside. He grinned to himself, feet basically shuffling with excitement.

That night was the night—the night his life would change forever.

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on today's episode of kpop tweets that could be unreal but are real

Idk how you'd leave these out

[image description: two screenshots of tweets.

first image: a tweet by amber (@/personal_amber) saying "recently i learned that cis kids are prescribed over the counter puberty blockers. it turns out, my sister is going through puberty early, and she's having blockers prescribed to her immediately. i had to wait 3 years for blockers. i'm so fed up with cis supremacy."

second image: a tweet by aren (@/zeghostboy) (replying to @/personal_amber) saying "literally so many things cis people can just do (like chest reduction or enlargement, facial surgery) but if it's a trans person doing it suddenly they require a psychiatrist or court order and we have to swim across a lake and jump over a burning moat filled with crocodiles."

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riptide

haiba lev x reader

warnings: fluff to angst, descriptive scenes detailing chaos, physical violence. it started fluffy though?

a/n: i'm doing better anon, i've been relieving stress the right way 😌 || image source

The only way to start a night with a Haiba was with a shower. One that wasn’t completely innocent, but it wasn’t exactly something your friends could call you out on because of how you both looked at each other. Every caress, every touch, was cherished so deeply by each other and you could see it in the other’s eyes. Lev especially.

The silverette was gazing at you through the mirror, a tiny smile on his face as he watched you do your hair up and put on the jewelry set he graciously gifted you with on your anniversary last year. Oh what a sight you were, dressed in that nice maroon that complimented your gorgeous figure so nicely and that tiny gold chain around your wrist that matched the necklace he wore.

A fond smile weighted his lips so it lay crooked on his face. It was hard to maintain steady breaths when he’d gone quiet in favor of watching you prepare for the nice little outing he invited you to.

He felt his heart nearly fly out of his chest when he saw a small smile appear on your face through the mirror. He swore to himself that you were the most beautiful person on Earth and no one, not even the stars could rival how you always seemed to shine in his eyes.

“Lev?” You would hum so sweetly and he’d kind of lift his head, eyes never parting from where he was trying to burn the image of you sitting in front of the vanity where you looked stunning as usual.

The sight of your eyes finding his through the mirror made his chest rise and hold from how easily flustered he could get from staring at you.

“You’re staring again, hun.” You’d smile at him and you could watch the breath escape him as his smile grew even bigger on his face.

“Can you blame me, love?” He’d whisper so afraid of speaking too loud and ruining the beautiful mirage of you smiling at him through the mirror.

He could feel his heart swelling in his chest from how much he loved you. If only he had the words to tell you. He’d stop behind you and your head would tilt back from where you were perched to look up at him.

The love in your eyes would forever make him feel grounded. He let out a small breath, leaning down to capture your lips in a slow kiss. One caress, fingers running over cheeks and another where his lips would ghost your forehead. The man was so in love with you.

He’d bite his lip and lean his forehead on yours, “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Lev practically melted when you turned and wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him close. His hands pulled you forward so your front was pressed to his, making sure that you weren’t a dream despite your alarmed squeal.

The giggles, oh man, the giggles that followed after made him grip the soft fabric of your dress as he let out a sigh, “I can’t wait to show you off.”

You would laugh and cup his cheeks, peck his lips to watch him flush and watch him relax into the way you held his face. “There’s no need to show off, Lev.”

But Lev would shake his head and chase your lips because he knows. He knows with all his heart that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, but he’s well aware of the fact that you would be admired the second you stepped in the room.

“You’re going to be the most beautiful girl at that party.”

Lev was right.

You were the most beautiful girl at that party. Kuroo and Yaku were speaking with Misaki when Lev guided you into the room. Kuroo was the first to fluster, doing a double take at the sight of you. Yaku’s triple take would have made Lev laugh, but he was too wrapped up in your eyes.

The warm lights of the party lighting up your figure, skin glowing underneath the fluorescent lights as you held Lev’s arm.

Nobody could compare to the presence that you and Lev held.

It wasn’t the colors, it wasn’t the beautiful red almost flowing off of you like wine and it wasn’t the sleek black suit that he wore that made every eye turn. It was the both of you stepping in perfect harmony with each other and the instruments that seemed to marble so perfectly with the radiance of hearth that followed you.

Nothing.

Nothing in the world could compare to how you looked in his arms.

In the morning when you were both free of the stress of your lives, smelling like a mix of each other's old perfume and cologne, the warmth of a bedroom always making you melt for each other. Or the nights when he'd come home to collapse in his study and finish paperwork for Kuroo, the sleepy caresses always making him feel so at ease, but you were always the same for him.

The same as you were now. Always so beautiful, especially when his fingers caressed your cheek, watching you melt into his hold. Leaning further into his chest, your hand moving to do the same for him, bringing his face so close to yours. Unable to breathe by how absolutely beautiful you were to him. How breathtaking it all was. Having you so close and not close enough.

He was whipped. Addicted.

Anyone who looked at the two of you knew that.

"You love her, don't you?"

He'd smile, the red on his face a sign of how easily you could get the love to show on his face. Now it was unabashed, unashamed, uncaring of how any other man looked at him or you fort that matter. Oh fuck he couldn't care. He couldn't find it in himself to. Not when you were his . Not when you were his perfect. The only one he'd ever want. The only one he would ever want and the only one he could ever want in his arms.

He loved the smile you gave him. The small smirk, the small little tweak of your painted lips, your hands caressing his face as you looked up at him and watched as his face contorted further and further into the love he only ever looked at you at.

"Why do you look at me like that?"

He'd smile and spin you so slowly away from him and find his heart swelling and love washing over him in the calmest way because as he looked down your body. Taking in all your assets he could only let out an exhale as he pulled you close to his chest.

Maybe he should've been paying attention. He really looks back now and swears left and right that he should have. It's his own breaking scream into the magnificent hall that makes his own blood curl at the sight of so many guns being whipped out at once. HIs panicked gaze is checking around the hall as he yanks out his gun to look for you, but too much is happening at once.

Of course I love her. She's my everything.

There's too many bullets, wood splinters when tables are flipped and glass shatters on the floor while Lev frantically stops to look around. Bodies falling, pretty wine glasses meeting their end when they land and split so heartbreakingly on the floor.

All Lev can think about is how moments ago, your lips were against a wine glass and he was tugging you towards him for a slow kiss, wanting to know how much sweeter it tasted on your tongue. Yaku grumbling how it made him sick to see people so in love and all Lev could hear was in love.

He'd murmur to you every day how in love he was, with your smile, your eyes, your laugh, your personality and everything that came with you. He'd whisper it through kisses, it was the little smiles between that said it for him. How your hand brushing his jaw trying to pull him closer never failed to make him feel loved, how you always seemed to tug him out of the darkness of his mind when he couldn't do a job right.

What he wouldn't do for that small smile you gave him between the caress of his lips. Tears burned his eyes when he couldn't pinpoint you through all the chaos. He didn't hear Kenma when he told him to calm down.

He couldn't. He tried so hard to, but how could he?

Not when he couldn't find you.

Everything felt suffocating. Running down the halls, yelling your name and angrily swiping at tears that managed to get past the brink of his eyes. When he spotted the men surrounding you, the green in his eyes blanked out.

He lost his breath. A chill settled over the back of his neck when he set his bullets, not one missing their mark.

The insistent rain sharply landing on his face couldn't sway him. His lingering thoughts about how he shouldn't have been alone didn't make him hesitate.

You are right there, he thinks. There is no time for anything else.

Your puffy eyes are reason enough for him to run with quelled franticity. It's holding your face in his hands while sobs shake your body that makes him thank the heavens that he was able to reach you. The muddled exchange where fogged breaths painted each other's faces in the rain.

And yet there it was.

That look of admiration and love stuck on his face. It made the tears fall harder down your face as Lev pulled you closer. His forehead on yours, reminisce of a smile on his face as you both relished in the faint warmth lingering from each other's skin. Seconds that you always found yourselves cherishing as you leaned further into each other.

Seconds that should have been used to run.

A crack sounding through the air. Lev going rigid as he jolted forward into you, pulling you tight against his body. Pain shooting up his left side and fire seared through his right shoulder before his knees buckled.

Why couldn't the stars remain aligned?

Droplets stinging his eyelids made him pry them open to watch rainwater falling from your hair and tears dripping down your cheeks onto his face. He smiled, numb against the pavement trying to lift his hand to cup your cheek only for the ground beneath him and gravity pushing against him to make him feel pressed flat and somehow make every nerve in his body sear with electric shock.

He didn't know his eyes had closed until he opened them again. Your voice wasn't meeting his ears. That pretty voice of yours wasn't registering in his head. Your hands shaking and clutching at the lapels of his soaked jacket.

A foreign hand, followed by an even stranger blur tugged you away from him.

Lev's hand clasped yours, screaming your name and rattling every fiber of his body back into the moment. His eyes blurring and clearing only so he could watch his hand be broken in front of him.

His wail was nothing in comparison to your cries for him. The brute above him kicked at Lev's head, nearly knocking the function out of every one of his senses.

His head craned against the pavement, limp and fallen back as he watched you disappear in his vision. Yamamoto and Kai ran into the blur of his vision after you when his head was tilted up so that he could see his elder.

Kuroo lifting his head carefully making green meet brown eyes, firm voice asking what happened?

But all Lev could hear was the screaming in every nook and cranny of his mind. Scolding, screaming at him for not being able to defend the one person who mattered.

Everything was okay. Everything was fine before.

All Lev could think about was the image of you from hours earlier, smiling at him through the mirror, laughing because of him. But now he could only do the same thing he did then.

Stare.

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