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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood Masterlist
Summary: Task Force 141 operates successfully without an omega, at least that’s what Price has been saying since its formation. Two alphas and two betas balance the pack just fine, and they have the numbers to prove it.
It works for a while, until the Omega Initiative is born and the 141 find themselves having to adjust to the sudden addition of an omega to their pack. Fresh out of an institute, you’re hardly fit for their secretive, dangerous world, or so Price thinks.
As each member of the team gets closer to you, things begin to come to light, not only about you but about the decision to force you into their lives.
Maybe, just maybe, Price was wrong and the 141 does need an omega after all.
Pairings: Poly 141 x reader, Price x Gaz, Ghost x Soap
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, NSFW content, explicit smut, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), knotting, biting, claiming, mating cycles, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, age differences, military inaccuracies, canon typical violence, blood, weapons, language, no use of Y/N, brief torture, hurt/comfort, let's be real this is so unrealistic but it's a/b/o you're not here for accuracy.
Chapters containing smut are marked with a *
Updates are posted on the weekends, either Saturday or Sunday PST
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Part 1 - The Omega
Chapter 1 - The Introduction
Chapter 2 - Adjustments
Chapter 3 - Speak Their Language
Chapter 4 - You Can Be Useful
Chapter 5 - What I Want *
Part 2 - The Bond
Chapter 6 - One Step Closer *
Chapter 7 - Sweet Strawberry
Chapter 8 - The Thing About Ghost
Chapter 9 - Save Me
Chapter 10 - Treat Me Gently*
Part 3 - The First Heat
It's Coming
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daily clicks for palestine
donate to feed refugees in rafah
spreadsheet of gofundmes to evacuate families
fundraiser for esims for gaza
orgs to donate to
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To Shape a Home Masterlist-COMPLETE
Farmer!Bakugo x reader (Stardew Valley AU)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: slow burn enemies to lovers, few descriptions of reader, Reader is referred to as a nickname throughout, talk of grief, smut (specific warnings for this will be on the labeled chapter), talk of alcoholism and rehab, talk of cancer, talk of the negative effects of smoking
Total WC: 71,898
Summary: When your grandfather leaves you the deed to his small farm in your old hometown, you decide to leave your city life behind and care for it in his memory. The town holds potential for reopening old wounds and forcing you to face all your regrets. With one grumpy farmer who seems to have a personal vendetta against you and the bustling metropolis you used to call home behind you, you’re ready to delve into whatever it takes to have a successful farm and find somewhere you can truly call home.
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Summer
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Autumn
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Winter
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Spring
Epilogue
Meet Minnie!: art by @bluebellhairpin
Meet the Farmer:
character sheet by @bakugotrashpanda
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Idk if you’re still open, but please PLEASE can we get a Cameron Domasky anything? Maybe comforting the reader when she’s sad and over with Brandon’s wife to hangout? 🖤
ahhh i love cameron damasky!! ty ty for the request!!
: ̗̀➛ PERFECT. cameron domasky
summary: you usually spend time with gloria when cam goes over to brandons, but today has just been a really long day
pairing: cameron damasky x reader
w/c:
warnings: sad ! emotional ! established relationship !
notes: i don't like to involve kids in my stories, so gloria and brandons children are not mentioned in the story !
you could hear cameron from the living room.
this is mostly how you and gloria spent your time, sitting on the couch with either wine or coffee, depending on the mood, talking through your weeks and debating on whether or not one of the boys would come out covered in a different substance.
only, today had been a lot.
there wasn't anything specific that had caused you to feel so overwhelmed, you'd simply woken up and not had enough energy to push yourself through the day. you dragged yourself out of bed, slipped in the shower and had to rewash your washing after leaving it for too long.
it had been a long enough day that you just wanted for cam to scoop you up and stop you from thinking all of those horrible thoughts. only, you'd completely forgotten that the two of you would be heading over to the farris' house for the boys to record.
so, now you sat, too caught up in the top of your wine glass to notice gloria speaking, or even to respond with anything more than a 'mmhm,' or 'yep.'
you didn't notice when she got up, walked into the hallways and dissapeared.
you were too caught up in the swirl of your drink to notice cameron peaking out of the recording room, frowning at your quiet disposition.
you only looked up when the couch dipped behind you and arms snuck around your waist, tugging you back into the taller mans chest.
"hey, you need to talk?" you wanted to respond, shake your head and tell him to go back to recording with brandon, but instead, you just let your head fall back onto his shoulder, turning around in his hold and settling yourself in his lap.
he wrapped his arms around your waist, running a hand over your back and placing a light kiss on the top of your head.
you didn't feel perfect, but cameron definitely helped.
my apologies that its short, but i wanted to get this out there!!!
#✎dosiewrites#oneshot#camerondomasky#brandonfarris#gloriafarris#youtubers#camerondomaskyxreader#camerondomaskyxyn#youtuber oneshot#cameron domasky oneshot
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update <3
hi all!! i would first like to apologise for not being very active or responding at all, i've had a rough time lately and havent had any motivation, BUT!! IM BACK!!
my requests are still open, and whilst I'll be working through my current requests, you're all free to request / ask for anything!!!
let me know what you guys want to see!
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Masterlist .・。.・゜✭・.
»»-----------► y/n is a professional photographer, though she’s been out of the game for a bit due to an unexpected medical issue, she’s back. she got a job ready for a couple days out so why not go to a party with some mutual friends? it was a good idea until she finds herself drunk and kissing one of the most beautiful men she’s ever laid her eyes on. next thing y/n knows her newest client is the same man she was grinding on two nights ago. will something happen with this drunken love? or will it go down the drain just like it normally does?
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Face Claims📷
☄️Introducing bakusquad☄️
⭐️Introducing y/n gang⭐️
🌌priv accounts for both!🌌
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ SEASON ONE
✦ episode one: I know places
✦ epidode two: gorgeous
✦ episode three: i did something bad
✦ episode four: gold rush ✎
✦ episode five: you need to calm down
✦ episode six: this is why we can’t have nice things…literally ✎
✦ episode seven: sweet nothing ✎
✦ episode eight: enchanted ✎
✦ episode nine: other side of the door
✦ episode ten: if this was a movie ✎
█████▒▒▒▒▒ halfway done!
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ SEASON TWO
✦ episode eleven: all of the girls you’ve loved before
✦ episode twelve: ✎
✦ episode thirteen:
✦ episode fourteen: ✎
✦ episode fifteen:
✦ episode sixteen: ✎
✦ episode seventeen:
✦ episode eighteen: ✎
✦ episode nineteen:
✦ episode twenty: ✎
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this!!!
i'm so sick and tired of the whole 'sexualising aged up characters is wrong because they're still a minor' and its like?? i was a minor when i started reading and watching these characters?? am i not allowed to have the characters grow with me?
also,,, they're fucking fictional!!! bakugo katsuki and luffy d. monkey are not real people, they aren't going to get upset and come after me because im reading about them cumming on my face.
i think its so stupid when people argue about whether or not a space for ADULTS who like a certain character should be allowing minors. like!! no!! thats why we age up the characters???
this might not make sense but it does to me ok >:-(
Can’t wait to see more minors when they realize that they WILL grow up and they WILL continue to have their phase of crushing on fictional characters. Crushes that they once were the same age as but surprise suprise they are colored lines on your screen and they don't grow up even after you die ‼️
“Smut writers when they say mdni but they are writing for an aged up character.”
You get mad when you see the word “minor(s)” then you wonder why nobody takes you seriously. You don’t even understand the word’s meaning anymore, and all you see it as is nothing but an insult at this point.
Consuming mature content at a young age is literally so harmful but of course you won’t understand until you grow up. (Also that's gonna be you in the future but as a reader who is reading smut about your aged up favs while hiding under your blanket bc you are scared of what ppl are gonna say about you.)
You’re not grown until you realize that nobody's words matter to you and don't get in our space bc you won't get the attention you want from us.
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I think there's something that needs to be said about encouraging readers to leave feedback.
For me it's not about "tell me my writing is amazing and stroke my ego"
It's more about "please engage with me so that I can experience your joy secondhand and foster a connection with you"
I understand that not everyone wants this in their reading experience, some people are shy and a million other reasons why maybe someone wouldn't want to engage and that's perfectly fine!
But what I'm trying to steer away from is being a passive content creator with passive consumers. What I want to steer toward is fostering a community that is essential to fandom. I want to see your reactions because it makes me feel like I'm a part of something.
On encouraging reblogs —
I understand that not everyone is comfortable reblogging, especially explicit content. This is ok!
But just consider that the only reason you were able to enjoy a fic or fanart is because someone else shared it, and by not sharing it yourself you are potentially robbing someone else of the opportunity to enjoy it as much as you did.
As OPs our reach only goes so far and this website relies on reblogs in order for anything to truly get seen by a wider audience.
So that's really it! That's why I encourage these two things at the end of every story I post. Not because I'm trying to be demanding and "make people feel bad" if they don't do it.
I know most other social media sites encourage mindless content consumption and that's just the way of the world nowadays, but I am from a time when community was at the heart of fandom and I just don't want to lose that.
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i have a rant. i’ve thought about this for a while but something happened the past week that just had me hotted up:
y’all really don’t like black ppl having boundaries.
i remember what happened on @backwzzds page and how i was saying palm coloured ppl are weird when it comes to boundaries.
it’s a ridiculous cycle. we’ve been excluded from things for literal generations since white ppl discovered skin tone, so what did we do? just go where we’re wanted/make our own space.
but that’s a problem apparently.
they don’t actually care about ‘InClUsIvItY’ because if they did, you would see more non black ppl complaining about how almost every single y/n is white coded, but how many of them have you seen complaining? ofc they wouldn’t because why would they?
they want us to kick and scream and cry at the door when they don’t let us in. press our nose to the glass and say “i wish that was me” basically “hate from outside the club when we can’t even get in”
but why would i stand outside somewhere that doesn’t want to let me in being a fucking hater when i can just either 1:go somewhere that wants me or 2:just make my own club?
but when we make our own clubs, they’re entitled to make their way in cause how dare you not feel bad when i don’t let you do something? you have to accommodate me!
and when you don’t accommodate them cause why would you, only then do they want to scream about iNcLuSiViTy
it’s such childish behaviour: someone tells you you can’t have/play with a toy so you throw a tantrum.
i couldn’t give less of a fuck about palm coloured feelings. cause ik for a fact they would throw me under a train if they got the chance.
if you want black writers to be more InClUsIvE, go scream to white creators about how much you want them to be the same way.
im getting messages in my inbox saying “why don’t you specify it’s a black/black coded reader in the post?” why would i? you’re not my target audience 🤨 do you see “white coded reader” on posts? or “asian coded?” or “non-black coded?” (no hate to them just giving an example)
this is for the NIGGAS only!!!
i am a black woman so obviously i’ll write with a black woman in mind cause that’s what ik best and can relate to, so if you want inclusivity, go read anything else
thank you and choke🩷
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ HELP. jacob black
jacob black x gn!reader
sad and emotional ! suicide ! self harm ! pain ! jealousy !
you were always quiet, never asked for help.
it was almost ironic, really.
standing at the edge of the cliff, dressed in your nicest dress with your nails painted and makeup done. no doubt they'd take it all off when you were found - if you were found.
you couldn't help it, the ache in your chest easing slightly as you rubbed the silk of your dress between your fingers.
you had tried, of course you did, therapists and counselors, nothing ever helped the pain that sat in the back of your head. going to school on the reserve was okay, you had a few friends, but never did you think you'd be pushed to this point.
you felt it before he did, you think, the way you held your eyes against his and felt a tug in your chest, as though your centre of gravity changed. he'd gone through his changes, spending less time with you after getting sick and cutting his hair.
jacob black was one of your closest friends, and you'd loved him for years. you had no problem admitting it, you were sure he already knew, which is why he'd spent so much time away from you recently.
rubbing your hand over your arms, trying to protect yourself from the cold, all you felt was the goosebumps that littered between the scars travelling up your arm. they were red, irritated and scabbed over, fresh but now brand new.
you couldn't help it. after jake had come back from his week off school, and your eyes had pierced his own, he stopped speaking to you all together. every day felt like pain, as though your intestines were being torn out of your body and you couldn't stop it.
with your stomach open and your bodily functions failing, the only thing that distracted you was the constant burn of your blood running down your arms.
you were sure he knew, you'd sent him a text before you left and let him know what you were doing.
you were sick, in many ways. the cough rattling in your throat, your chest constricting with every breath, your lips dry and cracked. no doctors appointment or medication could fix this.
hearing a sudden chime from your phone, it had been the only one to distract your focus. quickly pulling yourself away from the edge of the cliff, you picked up your phone from the pile of your belongings.
as soon as you had, you dropped it, your body collapsing to the ground and a scream cutting through your throat. it was as though your energy left your body, as though you were helpless and stuck on the ground for someone to find and kill; like prey.
you pulled yourself towards the edge of the cliff, nails aching with the dirt, grime and sticks poking and prodding them. your pretty dress covered in mud and dirt, torn by rocks and scratches over your legs. you hadn't worn shoes, maybe you should have.
you didn't think about that, not as you pulled yourself over the edge, pummeling towards the water crashing against the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. you didn't think about the howls you heard, the wind rushing through your ears or the heartbeat that sounded in your chest.
all you thought about was the text you'd received, it had come from his phone but not from jake.
'he's with bella.'
#jacob black x reader#twilight saga#twilight x reader#✎dosiewrites#oneshot#twilight#bella swan#jake black#jacob x reader#twilight jacob black x reader#angst#jacob black angst#sad jacob black imagine#jacob black imagine#jacob black x you
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: ̗̀➛ THE DOOR. midoriya izuku
midoriya izuku x fem!reader
smut ! talking during sex ! blurb
midoriya has waited all week and he won't let anything interrupt him
— midoriya who begs you to let him eat you out as soon as he walks into your dorm room
— the last time he'd been down there, you two had been interrupted by one of your friends demanding you head into town, and deku, being the sweet boy he is, let you go without hassle
— he did have to fuck his fist right after you left but that was okay
— but today, as soon as training ends, he's pushed your through the entrance of his dorm, so your friends can't come looking for you again
— and then your front is pressed against the door, back arched and hands gripping onto whatever divits you could find.
— his hands spread apart your cheeks, and he moans, genuinely moans, as seeing your glistening cunt fluttering around nothing.
— you aren't even naked, your skirt simply bunched around your waist and your tights and panties pulled down around your ankles. midoriya is still fully dressed, but his shirt is unbuttoned.
— its barely a second that you get without his lips pressed against you, and then his tongue is pressing in and slipping through your folds and you cant think
— you're moaning against the door, izuku has his face pressed so far between your cheeks you think he'd suffocate, and you can feel the tip of his nose press against the pink rim of your hole.
— "midoirya? you in there?"
— its fucking todoroki.
— you go to straighten up and get yourself presentable, pushing off the door, but then midoriya is pushing his finger through the fluttering mucle of your ass, and you have to shove your hand into your mouth to bite back a moan.
— "hey todoroki! you need something?"
— somehow holds a full length conversation with todoroki in between tonguing your slit and lapping at your juices.
— you smack him at the end of it.
#✎dosiewrites#oneshot#bnha midoriya x reader#bnha#midoriya izuku x you#midoriya x reader#midoriya smut#bnha midoriya izuku x reader#midoriya izuku x yn
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ CLOSET. midoriya izuku
midoriya izuku x gn!reader
suggestive themes ! seven minutes in heaven ! kissing ! fluff !
you accidently pulled midoriya from the hat for seven minutes in heaven
you were stuck in a closet.
despite the light being broken, there was a small stream of light coming from outside of the room, and it was showing everything you needed to see.
there were a few boxes, most of which had been taken out just so that some of the boys could fit into the small room, and god did you enjoy being pressed against some of them.
you'd been pulled into the room twice now, once with mina, who didn't kiss you but did insist on giving you a pretty pink hickey, and denki, who you did kiss but promptly electrocuted the both of you before it could go anywhere.
now, you were stuck facing the wall while midoriya pressed himself against your back. not that he had a choice, he was taller than you and larger, with broad shoulders and large arms, it was surprising he even fit inside the closet at all.
you'd been pushed in, hence why your front was pressed against the door to the closet, but you could still feel midoriya's hands lightly hovering over your hips and his crotch pressed against your backside.
you let out a huff of air, you'd be standing here for another six minutes, just have to wait until then. but the cramp in your leg hurts and all you can do is slightly shift your weight from one foot to another.
to you, its a simple movement.
to midoriya, you're pressing against him and his cock is starting to strain against his jeans. he can't even slip a hand between you to cover it because then his hand would be pressed against your rear.
its two seconds before he's completely hard, and you freeze in place. he knows you feel it, god who wouldn't feel it?
this will be a long 5 minutes and 30 seconds.
#✎dosiewrites#oneshot#midoriya izuku x reader#midoriya x reader#izuku x reader#bnha x reader#deku x reader#bnha midoriya x reader#midoriya x you#izuku x yn#izuku x you#midoriya x yn#mha izuku#mha izuku midoriya
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You’ve been Dynamight’s secretary for one year, two months, six days and four hours. You’re the best secretary he’s ever had, but now you’ve given him your two weeks notice. Bakugou can’t hide his disappointment at losing you, and wonders why you’re leaving him to go and work for another hero— Pro-Hero Manual. But you can’t give him the real answer.
It’s been the best job you’ve ever had, but it’s slowly become the worst because you just can’t avoid the feelings you harbour for your boss. Working beneath him has a dull ache continuing to grow in your chest, and you’ve decided to do what you think is best for yourself and leave. So you’ve handed in your notice, but Dynamight isn’t going to let you go that easily, he’s determined to remind you why he loves you working here, and why he wants you to stay— because he’s just as in love with you.
If only he could admit it.
Here you will find lots of little drabbles about working at Dynamight’s agency with Bakugou. They can be read in any order, and have no real timeline. More will be added as inspiration strikes, and please feel free to send me your own thoughts!
Keep reading
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i hate to do this, but i need help.
i told myself i wouldn’t do this on this blog, but i need help. i have a balance of a $3835.83 for the rest of the semester and i am unable to pay it. my father, step mother, and step father refuse to support my education which leaves just me and my mother to pay for my schooling.
my mother has a degenerative nerve condition that has been worsening over the course of the last few months and has been out of work since this past march. her doctors said that she won’t be released back to work until after june 2023, which is after the new billing statement for my school is released. if i am unable to get the balance down before then, i will be unable to register for classes this upcoming semester.
i have taken a gap year, and transferred schools, i cannot afford to take off of school anymore. with only a year and a half to go i really just want to finish my degree and move on.
i appreciate any donation, not matter how small. if you feel inclined to you can donate to my cash app, venmo, or through my kofi. and if you can’t donate i understand, but please reblog so that it may reach someone who can.
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: ̗̀➛ OPEN. kirishima eijirou
kirishima eijiour x gn!reader
fluff ! open relationship ! cheating ! unhappy marriage ! jerk!midoriya ! reader is reffered to as 'wife !
your husband wants to open your marriage, and kirishima has been waiting for so long
sipping lightly on the champagne you had ordered, you ignored the slight buzz running through your stomach. as much as you wanted to claim it was the drink, you knew it was the nerves.
you still wore your wedding ring, the green jewel sitting on full display. you turned it around to face your palm with a frown.
you were a wife, a wife to izuku midoriya, deku, the number one pro hero. you thought you treated him well, acting like a good little housewife for him whenever he went away.
however, you couldn't ignore the sutble glances you gave him every now and then. you weren't a pushover, no, but you let things slide under the rug when it came to midoriya.
the pieces of clothing you'd find tucked away in his draws when doing the laundry, the way he would hide his screen at the dinner table, too many late nights at the agency. you weren't stupid.
maybe you were, otherwise you would have left him, demanded for a divorce like mina and suggested and ran off. only, you had sat and listened to his excuses and his suggestions of how you both could work on the relationship.
you scoffed, like you needed to work on anything for him.
he'd suggested an open marriage maybe three, four months ago. tabloids had blown up after you agreed, 'pro hero deku seen courting fellow hero uravity!' 'deku seen with another woman, without wedding ring?' 'are the midoriya's still in love?'
you shook your head and pulled out your phone. you hadn't dabbled in dating, hadn't even thought of going through with izuku's idea until momo had suggested it.
“you should take him up on his offer,” she had texted your right after getting off the phone and listening to you rant about him for the seventh time. “go on a couple dates, see how quickly he comes running back to you.”
and so here you were, dressed up, covered in red. a passerby may have believed you were being stood up but you weren’t, you’d arrived almost half an hour earlier.
maybe this was wrong, maybe you should just call him up and tell him you weren’t ready-
“am I late?” you lifted your head, eyes dancing up the black suit with red accents that stood in front of you. he was taller, much taller that you or izuku, with his hair neatly slicked back, most likely freshly dyed due to the red stains on his forehead.
he held a bouquet of flowers, gripping the bottom of them so tightly you were worried they might break, and his other hand gripping the back of his chair.
you hadn’t responded since he spoke, too enthralled by his sharp teeth and the way the suit clenched around his muscles.
“no!” you jumped at your own voice. “no. sorry, im- you’re just on time.” you smiled and let out a puff of air, straightening yourself up.
“good. shit, oh- sorry, I was so worried i’d be late, didn’t want you to think of me standing you up.” he rubbed the back of his neck.
eijirou kirishima, pro hero red riot. you kept your eyeroll to yourself at mina’s obvious matchmaking. she had told you just how enamoured he was with you ever since he’d seen you at one of the hero galas.
of course, you’d never seen him so dressed up before. “you look stunning.” you smiled, covering your mouth with your hand to try and stop the blush running up your neck.
“im- mina said you liked red, so.” you shrugged, picking up a menu despite already knowing what you wanted.
“i’d like you in anything,” you raised your eyebrows, peeking at him and noticed the pink covering his cheeks.
izuku didn’t compliment you much, not when you’d go out to dinners and not when you’d been at home.
“if this date goes well, I might just show you in my winter wear.” you winked at him, and he let out a laugh in response. he shook his head and raised his hand for a waiter.
you furrowed your brow and bit your lip, ignoring the slight flutter in your stomach as you compared his actions to things izuku would do.
he wasn’t rude, but being number one had gone to his head and somewhere along the way he started figuring out he could do whatever he wanted, so usually he’d walk straight to the kitchen and order straight from there.
as the waiter came around, kirishima glanced up to ask you what you wanted, giving you the chance to snap out of your thoughts.
“uh- could I please have the cheese steak?” the lady nodded, sending you a polite smile before collecting your menus. it was a stark contrast to the way most waitresses would glare when you were with izuku.
“so,” eijirou was nervous. he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, because he didn’t want you to think he was worried and uncool, but god was he nervous.
staring over at you, his breath kept catching every-time your eyes glanced up at home. your jewlery doing nothing in comparison to the red over your chest.
he would have to thank mina for the suggestion.
“do you want to talk about it?” you knew what he was talking about but you hadn’t expected him to ask, no one had asked you about it.
“no, no.” you smiled up at him, “we’re on a date. I wan’t to talk about you.”
everything had been amazing. kirishima had paid for the dinner, even after you’d tried to pay, and he’d promised to let you pay next time. you couldn’t ignore the way it made your stomach tighten.
he’d even walked you to the front door, where you were sure izuku would have already had his guest come and go. meaning you wouldn’t have much time before he came down to see who you were with.
“I hope you had a good time. with me- I mean.” kirishima pursed his lips. you stood up two of the steps and only just reached the same height as him. he held your hand in his own and rocked it back and forth.
“I did,” you swallowed, ignoring just how nice he felt with your hand in his, how warm he was. “i’m really looking forward to the next one.”
you pulled him forward by his tie and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips, pulling back only for him to pull you back in, his lips stopping just before your own.
“please-“ he whimpered, letting you know that it was you that got to make the final move. you crashed your lips against his, wrapping your arms around his neck and feeling his clench the fabric on your waist.
the flick of the porch light made you well aware of your predicament, the both of you splitting a part as the door swung open.
izuku, shirtless and dressed in his grey sweatpants, arms crossed and staring down at the both of you.
“oh. izuku, this is-“
“kirishima.” izuku nodded, completely ignoring you and staring the taller man down. if he was scared. eijirou didn’t show it and instead nodded back and turned to you.
“ill see you round, alright?” he waved and moved back towards his car, letting you turn your attention back to izuku.
#✎dosiewrites#kirishima x reader#midoriya x reader#bnha#my hero acamedia#bnha x reader#one shot#cheating#angst#bnha kirishima#kirishima eijiro x reader#oneshot#midoriya izuku x reader#my hero academia x reader#kirishima eijirou x you
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i NEED a part two to falling girlie
: ̗̀➛ WOKE UP. sirius black.
sirius black x gn!reader
angst ! mention of coma ! happy ending ! description of medical technology ! yes, hogwarts has phones now !
sirius black can't sleep without you, so he doesn't
sirius black hasn't slept in four days.
staring at your body, lifeless, laying in the hospital bed with tubes in your mouth and nose, it hurt- no, it killed him to sit and watch. but he couldn't just go back to hogwarts, sleep it off and wake up.
as much as he wanted to, he feared that if he fell asleep he'd believe it was all a dream, and he'd imagine you waking him up from a nightmare where you couldn't breathe without muggle technology, where your limbs had to be rebroken to lay straight, where your lungs didn't work.
he was afraid of waking up from that reality just as bad as he was afraid of you not waking up.
he'd seen you cast the spell, falling towards the ground, and he'd watched your body slow down but not fast enough, hearing the sickening CRACK from all the way in the astronomy tower.
he'd almost pushed those fuckers off the side himself.
furiously rubbing his face with a wash cloth, he glanced at himself in the mirror. he kept himself clean, yes, he couldn't imagine you waking up to a version of him you found unattractive, and he made sure that he styled his hair the way you liked, with a man bun and your wand wrapped tightly in his hair.
maybe you'd need it when you woke up, so he kept it for you.
he also kept your textbooks by your side, he knew how badly you'd cry if you couldn't finish your homework, and he'd made sure to get your homework from your friends, your teachers, hell- he'd even asked Dumbledore to owl any homework you had to St Mungos, just in case you woke up.
he'd put all of the letters you'd received, 'get well soon' and 'champion of the diving squad (courtesy of james potter, everyone) up in a nice pile on your bed side table, so that when you woke up, you'd be able to grab them and read them all again.
after two weeks, he was starting to get worried. he started sleeping, only with a sleeping drought every night, and only if he had seen you during the day.
you never moved, exactly the same position when he'd arrive the next day.
you lost weight, despite the feeding tube you were given you had become somewhat gaunt, him being able to feel through your hip when he hugged you goodbye.
he left a few snacks in your bed side draw, incase you woke up and needed something to eat, so he'd stocked it with everything you could want.
he still got you a birthday present, and a valentines day gift, and he still spoke to you about everything that happened during his day. you'd respond when you woke up.
even when he couldn't be with you, he'd sent you funny texts and memes he found during the day, smiling to himself when he imagined you reading through them once you were awake.
he'd stopped visiting for a week, exams were approaching and he knew that once you woke up and found out he'd failed because he was stuck to your side, you'd go balistic.
and then one day, he's visiting again, with a fresh new bouquet of flowers and freshly styled hair, still just as nervous when he first met you.
he waved hello to the nurses, winked at the kids running past and walked into your room like he owned the place, like he did when you were asleep. only...
"i was wondering when you were gonna replace my flowers, these are starting to smell like you."
you woke up.
#✎dosiewrites#marauders#oneshot#sirius black#james potter#harry potter#sirius black x yn#sirius black x you#padfoot#sirius x reader#sirius black fluff#sirius black agnst#imagine#marauders imagine#marauders x you#marauders x reader
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: ̗̀➛ BOTHERED. shinso hitoshi
shinso hitoshi x gn!reader
pinning ! flirting ! suggestive themes ! reader wears a skirt for the first time !
hitoshi is a thighs man. and fuck, you get him with that skirt.
― hitoshi whose never told you but he loves your thighs
― he knows you've never slept with anyone, and even if he has, he's not going to pressure you or start that conversation with you.
― it happens in school, both of you in your third year. you're in different classes so you only see eachother at lunch. usually, he'd walk you from the dorms but he had a training session with aizawa early and couldn't see you.
― and then he sees you.
― then he sees what you're wearing.
― he's literally breathless??? holy fuck?? the skirt you're wearing is a part of the uniform, but you'd only worn pants from when you started school till today, apparently.
― its hiked up around your waist, flowing down till it sits just covering the edge of your butt.
― he cannot look away for the life of him oh my god someone get this man some water he's so fucking thirsty for you.
― he doesn't say anything until he's walking you back to the dorms and he shoved you against the door to the building, knee between your legs and his hands gripping your hips.
― "fuck, kitten, can't think straight when you're all dressed up" and he's kissing down your neck so feverishly you think you have a cold.
― his hands are wandering and there;s hickeys on your neck and then you finally drag him inside and you have to wear your pants the next day because of the hickeys covering your thighs.
#✎dosiewrites#oneshot#blurb#mha#my hero academia#hitoshi shinso#mind jack#hitoshi x reader#hitoshi shinso x reader#hitoshi shinso x y/n#yn my hero academia#hitoshi shinsou#shinsou x reader#hitoshi shinsou x reader#hitoshi shinsou smut
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