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﹒₊‧midoriya is the best to take care of you when your sick.

growing up with just his mother he's learned a lot from her. in my head this means that he is a really good caretaker and knows just what to do to make you feel even a little bit better. <3

when he hears you're sick he comes by before school, on his lunch break, and right after school to check on you. he brings you your favorite soup and and brings you a big thing of water to drink. he sets up a little station with an electric tea kettle with water and herbal tea, over the counter medicine to help with the fever and a bucket of ice to cool the wash cloths. he puts your hair up (bc having hair in your face while your sick and sweaty is the worst) and places a cool washcloth on your forehead and lets it sit before gently wiping it around your face, under your eyes, down your nose, across your cheeks & behind your ears. izuku is at your beck and call during this time. if you need absolutely anything just text him and he'll be sprinting over. ofc he gathers all your work from classes you missed even if they were out of his way, and when ur better he does his best to help you out with some of it, considering you missed the lessons.

basically izuku midoriya is the best boyfie (2nd to sero)₊‧

<a/n: i'm currently sick, covid :(, and i had a dream abt this>

𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟎𝟏: 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 — 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐧.

pairing monoma neito x gn!reader

synopsis in which...

academic rivalries, to most, are often just fun ways to drive competition between peers. but for two aerospace engineering majors at ua university, it’s anything but lighthearted. infamous for their competition, y/n l/n and neito monoma are constantly at each others throats. so what happens when they’re paired together for a semester-long project worth 50% of their grade?

content tags college!au, aged up!au, quirkless!au engineering student reader, engineering student monoma, academic rivals (enemies) to reluctant allies to lovers, genuine idiocy, reader is an instigator, hurt/comfort, angst, emotionally constipated reader

warnings swearing, usage of kys/kms jokes, gay jokes, engineering majors, implicit mentions of drug/alcohol usage, innuendos but no explicit mentions of sex

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disclaimer i do not own any faceclaims, they are taken from pinterest, i try my best to keep y/n’s faceclaim as neutral as possible in terms of gender and race but regardless any pictures i use do not reflect y/n’s race or gender.

student directory ; hogwarts rejects | d1 crash outs

academic calendar (chapters with ✐ᝰ include written portions)

syllabus day.

week one.

week two.

© 4rmins, 2024

new year, new theme

 thinking about hobie brown’s touch. he’s so rough—no blunt with his touch. his need for affection startles you, in a good way & he knows that.(it’s partly the reason he’s the way he is, just to see the blush rising to your cheeks & the fact he just loves touching you).

he’s fingers grabbing your waist & pulling you so your against him. You body making a thud when you collide. you let out a small gasp at his action. hobie doesn’t seem that surprised as you.his focus on something else, almost as if he did absentmindedly.

or the way his fingers find the back of your next pushing you up towards him for a kiss when your too shy. “there you go love,much better.” a cheeky more like cocky smile appears on his face, his hand still on you so you’re looking at him rather than hiding yourself away from him like you usually do. “i was getting there i swear” you tell him & from the look on his face you can tell he doesn’t believe you. but instead he connects your lips with his, this time his tounge slipping into your mouth. “hobie”

or when your both asleep his hand rests on your stomach. his calloused hand on your smooth bare skin. “ you really need to stop play your guitar without your pick , it’s tearing up your hands” you gently scold him. his eyes are still closed & he is half asleep but you know he’s listening. that doesn’t stop him from gently he shushing you urging you back to sleep, and away from the scolding his received multiple times. the pout you have due to his shushes is quickly abandoned when you pulls you closer to him. You bodies so intertwined you practically one. neither of you seem to care though

— besos

pairing: e-1610!miles x fem!reader

a/n: this is my gif! it took so long to find this clip + make it into a gif so pls give credit if you use it lol

summary: your makeup leaves kiss imprints all over miles’ face and neck, which you quickly have to figure out how to hide from his mother. wc: 1,033

contains: fluff, teenage romance

word bank: “besos” - kisses, “enamorado” - lover boy, “mijo” - son, “dios mio” - my god

“Hold still…”

Your soft lips pressed testimonies of your love upon the surface of Miles’ smooth skin, your giggles of excitement muffled as you kissed his temple, the apple of his cheek, the tip of his nose, the corner of his lips— anywhere you could easily reach, really.

Steady hands cradled the dip of your back to keep you in your straddled position on his lap, gentle fingers ghosting over the fold of your waistband and one of his eyes pinched closed in preparation for more of your frenzied affection.

“Jeez, you love me love me, huh?” he laughed, his answer presented to him in the way your kisses began to trail along his jaw, then started further down the column of his neck, his pulse gently thrumming against your gloss-tinted lips as the pace of his heart quickened.

His tongue quickly swiped at his chapped lips and he allowed his eyes to fall closed with a light sigh, enjoying himself for just a moment, until the distant sound of pots clinking brought him back to where he really was, in his room, with his mother just a few paces outside, resulting in a gentle warning pat against the curve of your hip.

“Alright, alright, chill.” he chuckled breathily, slowly pulling away from you to lean back on his hands and take you in, drinking in the image of how cute you looked on his lap like this.

He didn’t need a mirror to see what his face looked like, the slightly shocked expression on yours as you covered your laugh with a hand was enough for him to go off of.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him it wasn’t, to tell him that his face wasn’t lavished in the remnants of your brown lip gloss and liner— but you couldn’t. He was covered in them, prints of your lips garnished all over his handsome features. Your lips split apart and came back together like a fish out of water, so you simply settled for another stifled snicker and a head nod instead.

“You do know if my mom sees this on my face it’s our asses, right?” he reminded you, and as if on cue, you heard his mother’s voice project from outside, your spine standing straight, just like the hairs on the back of your neck.

“Mijo, food is ready, come eat!”

Stunned eyes locked onto Miles’ for a beat, just to see if they were as wide as yours, or if they held just as much panic— and they did. Without a word spoken you scrambled off his lap faster than you’d even gotten there in the first place, his mirroring of your movements almost causing him to tumble off the bed. The room was thrust into a discord of silenced chaos for a few panicked seconds, your body spinning in two aimless half-circles with disoriented, wafting hands; as if the ridiculous looking movement could actually assist your anxiety frazzled brain in coming up with a plan.

Miles ruffled his sheets, hands frantically splaying around to find anything that would be useful in this moment until a shirt came into your view— a hurried, whisper-shout of his name tearing from your throat to get his attention. You swiftly kicked it up from the floor with your foot, flinging it towards his face and watching as his hand shot out in front of him to catch it not even a second after you’d punted it.

The graphic t-shirt you’d found managed to scrub his face clean of the incriminating evidence, not that you had much time to check the success rate of that as you were rushed out of the room hastily, your boyfriend’s hands plastered against the lower-middle of your back to usher you out the room in large steps, your feet having to shuffle to keep up.

“Dios mio, mile—!“ his mother’s voice fell short when the two of you chaotically stumbled your way into the kitchen, your lips tucked into themselves as you stood at attention, hands politely clasped behind you, while Miles was off to the side, shoulder leaned against the adjacent wall, legs crossed and hands on his hips. Totally not suspicious.

“Oh,” she blinked, giving the two of you a quick once over. The first thing she noticed was her son’s unusual demeanor, his eyes big and brows raised high, an expression he only wore when he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to be. But what really gave it away was the strange distance of a few feet wedged between the both of you. Just over an hour ago you guys had embraced one another in a long hug after he’d opened the door to let you in—right in front of her— and now, you were suddenly acting as if you were scared to even be near each other, like you were nervous to breathe the same air in her presence.

“Mm,” she turned back towards the stove to turn the rice over in the pot, allowing the both of you to exhale a trembled breath of relief, one you realized came prematurely merely milliseconds after it left your lungs. “I think you may have missed one, enamorado.” (lover boy)

Eyes almost blowing from your skull, you swallowed hard and reluctantly shifted your head up towards your boyfriend, who was frozen in place, your gaze dropping down to the slightly smeared gloss and lip liner against the skin of his neck; a painfully visible reminder of your previous tryst.

The knowing smirk that pulled at the corner of his mother’s lips went overlooked, just as Miles let his chin fall to his chest, his arm folding over his torso and his opposite hand slapping over his abashed expression, a defeated sigh sounding from behind it.

“I’ll help you with the plates, mama rio.” you voiced your offer quietly and cleared your throat as you went to slip in beside her, which she obliged to with a light chuckle.

“Sure, sweetie.”

“I’m-“ Miles sighed, scratching the back of his neck timorously and scanning the area for an escape before a tentative finger pointed into the dining room. “I’m gonna go over there.” He decided with a swooped nod, long legs carrying him from a scolding he knew he would have to come back to once you were gone.

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when do they get slurpee’s ?

late at night. everyone is asleep and the two of you are quietly climbing out of your/their dorm window to walk over to the convenient store to get slurpee’s. it’s pushing 12 o’clock and you’re slightly worried about getting caught but that worry is quickly washed away as the two of you engage in the funniest and most thought provoking conversations.

denki, sero, mina,

middle of the day. it’s a hot hot saturday afternoon. the two of you have been running errands all day in the heat and, as they say, the two of you are about to clasp from exhaustion. as you guys sit in the overheated car, waiting for it to cool down, they have the most life changing, brilliant idea. “hey wanna go get some slurppe’s across the street?”

ochako, jirou, kirishima, midoriya, todoroki

it’s spontaneous. unlike most things they do. they had to run to the convenient store to get a few personal items and you tagged along, claiming you needed somethings too. (ITS 11:11 AS IM WRITTING THIS aH) as you step into the little store your eyes light up and dart directly at the spinning slurppee machine running in the far corner. you brought your own money so you grab a cup and fill it to its brim. they find you and are staring somewhat disgusted and confused at you and your colorful cup. “come on, you know you want some.”

bakugou, momo, iida, shinso

I want to dye my hair blue so bad.

LIKE RAAAHGGG

hiii i love ur moodboard for older bf suguru could you do one for sukuna ?? love uuuuu 💘

older!bf sukuna — moodboard

older!bf sukuna who picks u up on his motorcycle, scaring away any “boy” who tries to flirt with you

older!bf sukuna who lets you stay at his penthouse whenever, emergency or not! he just likes to know that ur safe

older!bf sukuna who isn’t clingy, totally sooo not clingy, except when he’s texting you five hundred times asking you why you haven’t responded (it’s been two minutes)

older!bf sukuna who fucks the attitude right out of you ! whenever u act up he’s right there to talk about it or fuck you real good : 3

older!bf sukuna who loves you dearly and would never ever hurt u<3

I saw ur hc set abt bakugo and cute things he does, I thought it was super good! I'm not sure if u have requests open or write for him but should you do something similar for shoji, iida, or sero??

CUTE THINGS SERO DOES

✰ wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in the crook of your neck when he's had a long day, sometimes lets out a long groan or a defeated whine (depends on the day)

✰ finishes your food for you when you're too full

✰ always buys food for you when he gets some for himself, likes to surprise you with it, to make your day better

✰ loves kissing your cheeks, he does it so much that when you're lying down together or he's standing behind you, he absentmindedly lets his lips trail along your skin, stamping kisses along your cheeks and jaw

✰ whines and pulls you back into bed when you have to get up before him, so you can cuddle for 'five more minutes' (it's never just five minutes)

✰ feeds you himself when he wants you to try something he's made or something he's ordered, his eyes all soft, and lips parted as he reaches over to you

✰ holds you close even in his sleep

✰ facetimes you all the time just to see you and hear your voice, on his way home, when he gets out of the shower––any time

✰ likes to play with your hands absentmindedly, it calms him down

✰ one of his many love languages is spending quality time with you, so he'll try to stay up late with you if you have work to do (he ends up falling asleep against your shoulder or on your lap but it's the thought that counts <3)

i miss my sero hanta.