Sparklylanddetective - You Don't Know How Much I Miss You.

Mee. Me me me. I volunteer. I am an Izuku Midoriya enthusiast.

i rly need to discuss professor!midoriya with someone (y’all) bc there is an idea i’ve kept in the back of my mind for years. but i probably won’t write a full fic on it.

hot for teacher

pairing: shouta aizawa x f!reader summary: You’re not expecting your day to fall to pieces at 8:21 a.m., but life hasn’t really been going your way lately. A string of lackluster dates, followed by two dead vibrators (with missing cords!), and the only outlet left for your mounting sexual frustration—the smut blog you diligently update—has been discovered by the one person you never wanted to find it: fellow teacher Shouta Aizawa. Who might just be the inspiration behind most of the fantasies you post about. content warnings: coworkers-to-lovers, mutual pining, idiots in love, forced proximity, there was only bed trope, explicit smut, phone sex, bondage, impact play, degradation, use of slut and whore, D/s, subspace, aftercare

chapters: one two three four five epilogue

chapter one: live 3/31 at 7 p.m. PST

you can only reblog this today. if you even care

cecaelia au — middle school

Fem Izuku burst into tears during PMS because Aizawa was lying unevenly on the floor in a sleeping bag.

good morning !!!!! let’s have a great day I love u guys

There's literally nothing Katsuki wouldn't do for Izuku.

He became a little bit more silent, kind and patient in general, but Katsuki is constantly screaming with his actions how much he loves Izuku; he died and lived for him, he spent eight years of his life working his ass off only to save money for a suit that could make Izuku's dreams come true.

Like I know he offered his hand to Izuku in the end, but I am certain Katsuki absolutely yearns for more.

Like Take my hand, take my whole life too type of thing. He wants to have Izuku in his life in every way possible because being his rival is not enough anymore.

“Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in New York City during rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled with cold, tired people who were deeply irritated—with one another; with the rainy, sleety weather; with the world itself. Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might not have been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a seat. Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.

But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver got on the intercom. “Folks,” he said, “I know you’ve had a rough day and you’re frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but here’s what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand, okay? Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight—just leave ‘em with me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by there later, I’ll open the window and throw your troubles in the water. Sound good?”

It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing. Faces gleamed with surprised delight. People who’d been pretending for the past hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning at each other like, is this guy serious?

Oh, he was serious.

At the next stop—just as promised—the driver reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting commuters placed their hand just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping something into his palm. Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up—but everyone did it. The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next stop, too. And the next. All the way to the river.

We live in a hard world, my friends. Sometimes it’s extra difficult to be a human being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day that lasts for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money, friends, faith, and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the news, and you become fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything seems cloaked in darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to find it.

But what if you are the light? What if you’re the very agent of illumination that a dark situation begs for?

That’s what this bus driver taught me—that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy wasn’t some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some media-savvy “influencer.” He was a bus driver—one of society’s most invisible workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully for our benefit.

When life feels especially grim, or when I feel particularly powerless in the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man and ask myself, What can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t personally end all wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people into entirely different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do have some influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or learn each other’s name. How we behave matters because within human society everything is contagious—sadness and anger, yes, but also patience and generosity. Which means we all have more influence than we realize.

No matter who you are, or where you are, or how mundane or tough your situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your world. In fact, I believe this is the only way the world will ever be illuminated—one bright act of grace at a time, all the way to the river.“

–Elizabeth Gilbert

In Vegas rn, made me think about how Bakugou or Izuku would react/handle a S/O in Las Vegas. What would they do to defend from pushy salesman/ street performers? Would he gamble? Is he more of a thrill seeker kind of person or a stay-in enjoy the hotel amenities kinda person.

Not a request, simply food for thought I'd like to share. <3

he’s a “follow the thrill seekers and make sure they don’t do anything stupid while secretly enjoying it” kind of person. 😂 katsuki is forever the guard dog boyfriend/husband who stands next to you, holds your hand, crosses his arms when he’s impatient or trying to intimidate someone, straight up barges into the conversation or pulls you away from pushy salesmen. ugh. he’s adorable.

he might do some thrill seeking stuff if his friends are there (bc we all know they will), but otherwise he’s content just being with the group. and he’s too fiscally responsible to gamble more than a few dollars if any at all lmao. most likely to stay in if anyone else wants to, but he won’t stay alone if you’re on the town bc he’s too protective. if he really doesn’t want to go, he’s sticking one of his friends on you (probably kiri, honestly).

izu on the other hand… he’s not really a thrill seeker per se, but he loves all the bustle and bright lights. gets excited just to be there and see everything. will also do thrill seeking stuff if his friends do, but he’s not initiating it. (that’s kami, kiri, uraraka, mina, and sero.) basically he’s a giant puppy who’s just happy to be there and a little oblivious to pushy salesmen, but he’s big and scary enough just by existing that you don’t have a lot of problems. he’s too cute. he’s just happy to be with you, so he’ll stay in if you want to, but he’s up for just about anything. WAY more likely than kats to gamble a bit too hard.

bakugou, who, even when on top, likes to have your fingers in his mouth.

something about maintaining eye contact while you shakily plug is sailor’s mouth full with two, maybe three, of your dainty little digits. the way his hips would buck into you, harder and faster, jerking when you press down on his tongue and reach down his throat for his gag reflex.

it’s cute, seeing you all teary eyed and hearing you wail like it’s nobody’s business while you finger fuck his mouth to the rhythm of katsuki’s slender hips smacking against yours. you’re trying so hard to make him feel the way you do, make him drool all over your hand as much as your cunt does on his cock.

it’s in his eyes, ruby red darkened to the shade of blood with lust, as he looks down on you and sucks on your fingers like you would his dick. slobbering on you, moaning around you with a crazed expression and spit on his chin.

you’re a mess, writhing beneath him in awe of his pretty plump lips wrapped around your fingers, kitten licking between them.

even like this, while he’s choking on the pressure from your pretty fingertips — you’re still katsuki bakugou’s sweet little baby.