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fym people don't have OCs. Fym they don't daydream about complex stories in their head. Fym they don't doodle little guys they created in their notes for school. Fym they just? Don't write? Like I've been writing since I was four years old and it's just so weird to me how people just... don't. All my friends, all my family, and my s/o are all writers so it just throws me off.
also how do you need to use ai to create a story. daydream to music until it comes together like the rest of us you coward
Prompt #80
By @writingpromptsworld
Although the hero would argue that they weren’t stuck in a closet with the villain because of themself, another voice told otherwise. They had gotten both of them in this situation and now had no clue how to escape it.
The villain was awfully quiet after they both got shoved into the cramped place, their expression serious. The hero frowned to themself. They hadn't ever seen the villain like that, and when they looked closely, they could see the anxiousness written all over the villain's face.
"Uh...are you okay?" They asked tentatively, cautious as they took a step forward. The villain's face was slightly illuminated by the bulb that stood over their heads, the light dim.
The villain cleared their throat and neutralized their guise, nodding. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" They ask, scoffing, and then looking away. "Get us out of here already, you dingus."
The hero didn't believe them. They could tell when the villain was lying, they had been fighting for years, for god's sake. And right now, they were confident the villain was hiding something. They tilted their head. "Why don't you get us out of here? I'm sure you've been crammed in places like these in your missions, no?" They question instead.
The villain just scowled in response. "No, my plans are so eloquent that I don't need to hide in these hideous closets." They said, shifting uncomfortably. And the hero was quiet for a moment before realization dawned on them. The villain was claustrophobic and was trying to play it cool.
The hero observed them for a second and then spoke up. "We'll be fine." They said gently, trying to see how the villain would react. The villain looked at them, well, more like glared.
"Fuck, just get us out of here already." They mumbled, turning away.
The hero nodded. "I will," They said, understanding the villain were silently seeking help despite being their usually grumpy self. "Can you breathe for me?" They asked a while later.
The villain, still turned away, took a deep breath in reluctantly and then let it out a second later. They repeated it a few more times and then cursed under their breath. "Thanks." They grumbled.
The hero smiled to themself. "You're welcome, Villain."
Later, the hero decided that breaking down the door was the only way to get out of the closet they were in. Oh, and they scored a date.
I don't need a sugar daddy I need a very rich excentric person to have a fleeting but powerful fancy in my art so they give me a ton of money and when they go on to become a notorious historical figure I am but a footnote on their Wikipedia article saying we had a passionate friendship and maybe a scandalous affair, and weather or not we did hook up is hotly debated amongst scholars.
sneak peak on a oneshot i'm working on :)
observations can open up worlds of feelings is officially my best "rated" fic with 299 Kudos & 3,208 Hits! THANK YOU SO MUCH !
(I know 'hits' and 'kudos' are objective but I just wanted to send out a thank you for those that have read my work ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ )
OCOUWOF is about an observation assignment given to class 1-A by Aizawa where they have to kinda stalk their classmates and find out 1 not obvious thing about them, and of course I added in one of my favorite tropes---secret dating!! (& conspiracy theorist Todoroki!) will bkdk's relationship get outed?? read to find out ദ്ദി・ᴗ・)✧ Inspired by Hidden Messages on AO3 by @hashbrownpotatoes and a psychology assignment I had in high school!
I honestly had so much fun writing it and love the way that it came out so I hope you decide to give it a read if you haven't already.
Do You Wanna Build A Snowman~! is a close second behind it with 191 Kudos and 2,668 Hits where Katsuki gets a fever and Izuku takes care of him <3 (i love soft katsuki) !!
Comment any ideas you might have for a bkdk fic or any MHA fic you'd want to read and I might write it!
honestly it's so satisfying, makes me not want to type anymore
anyone else thing Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga's new song Dying With A Smile is so BKDK coded??
I said this to a friend of mine and they just laughed, am I crazy or??
I wanna make a fic based on the song. It would take place after the war, into their second year (Iz keeps One For All) and they get hit by a quirk that shows them their worst fear (shiggy coming back) and as they think they're dying on the battlefield, they confess their feelings, not being able to bear dying without confessing. Eventually the quirk wears off and they realize their still at Ground Beta doing a training exercise.
What do you think? Any input is welcome :)
Shit I’ve looked up for writing purposes
-Coronations and how they work
-How much do famous actors make?
-What an adversary is
-What regalia are
-Meteor hammers
-Armor for meteor hammers
-Chromium, and can it be used for armor
-The International Phonetic Alphabet
-Where is chromium found?
-Two-handed swords
-Different types of daggers
-Plants with symbolism
-How to write emotional turmoil
-How to write mental breakdowns
-Survivor’s guilt
-The definition of emotional manipulation
-The definition of gaslighting
-The concept of wuxing and the character traits associated with each element
-Character traits associated with each zodiac in Asian mythology
-Monkey’s paw
-Real-life locations
-Money conversions
-Possible ways for people to act when drunk
-Blade lengths for different weapons
-How to make ship names
⋆˙⟡Sleep over. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader.⟡⋆˙
I’ve had an Alani nu and a monster today so I’m SPEED typing lmfaoo
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You were excited. Your heart was thumping against your ribs as you bustled about your room, tidying things up. Your mom was out of town for the weekend on a business trip, so you and your boyfriend would be able to have a sleep over.
Did you have to do it in secret? Yeah, was it worth it? Absolutely.
Izuku’s mom wasn’t aware of your arrangements, and neither was your mom, but it’s not like you had any bad intent! Honest!
You had just finished cleaning when the doorbell rang “Yes! He’s here!” You laughed a bit as you dashed out of your room and down the stairs.
“I’m coming!” You called to Izuku.
You whipped the door open and there stood Izuku, looking a bit nervous but with a smile on his face “hey Y/n- I mean babe- I mean baby-“ he was still getting used to using pet names, and he was still a little shy when it came to them.
You laughed a bit “Zuku, don’t worry about forcing them” you gently kissed his cheek and pulled him inside.
“Okay! So I got stuff to make cookies and found a list of good hero documentaries for us to watch- oh oh! And I got stuff to make battery acid!” You excitedly rattled off things you’d done in preparation for the sleep over.
Izuku smiled as you rambled. That was one thing he loved about you- you sometimes went on tangents like he did. “Y/n..? Have you had any caffeine today?”
You laughed a little and nodded “I had a monster.” You said with a light red on your cheeks, rubbing the back of your neck as you bounced on the balls do your feet
Izuku smiled and sighed “those are so bad for you” he said as he gently grabbed your hands, his cheeks flushing red as you gripped his tightly, but not painfully.
“I know I know, but I don’t drink them often.” You smiled brightly “so, what do you wanna do first-?” You gasped dramatically and stood on your tippy toes, something you did when you were excited
“I bought us something- come on!” You said as you released one of his hands, practically dragging him up the stairs.
“W-woah! Baby- b-babe!” Izuku exclaimed as you quickly pulled him upstairs to your room.
He hadn’t even gotten a chance to take his shoes off! But you didn’t seem to mind as to opened the door to your bedroom and pulled him inside. You let go of him and walked briskly to your bed, holding up two hangers. One had Spider-Man PJs hung neatly on them, and the other had hello Kitty Pjs on them.
(These ^)
Izuku smiled fondly as you proudly held up what you’d bought “look! We’ll match!”
He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck “I assume the Spider-Man is for you and the hello Kitty is for me?” He asked
You giggled and walked over, nodding and kissing his cheek. “So smart” you praised sweetly.
Izuku stiffened and blushed so red he matched the pj pants in your hand. He felt a goofy grin pull at the corners of his lips, his heart beating a little harder in his chest.
A little later .~•*
In the span of a few minutes, you and Izuku had put on your PJs. He looked adorable. His hair slightly messy from pulling the shirt over his head, and his cheeks red.
You gasped and squealed “oh my god you’re adorable!” You cupped his cheeks and pecked his forehead.
Izuku blushed and laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “You think? I wasn’t sure about them since they..don’t fit the greatest.”
The shirt wasn’t quite long enough to reach the waist band of the pants, a bit of his v-line exposed. The pants were tight on Izuku’s ass and thighs. Thanks to his shoot style and leg work outs, his lower body was chiseled.
You blushed and looked away, before giving him a less than pure glance “I know so” you mumbled.
He noticed your gaze and covered his face “stop looking at me like that” Izuku whined embarrassedly, feeling heat crawl up to his ears.
You took a step closer and gently grabbed his hips, pulling him close to you. He rested his hands on your shoulders and gave you a half lidded, shy gaze. God you loved that face.
You smiled and leaned in “you’re so pretty baby” you praised softly, only making Izuku’s cheeks redden even further.
“Y/n..” he whined, “stoop..” he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and hid his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder.
You laughed lightly and pulled away from him a bit. He reluctantly lifted his head to look up at you with a shy and embarrassed look. You leaned down and softly kissed his forehead “I love you, you know that?”
Izuku felt his heart leap. Any time you said that to him, his heart lurched in his chest. He melted anc cupped your cheeks “I-i love you too”
You blushed a bit before leaning down and gently catching his lips in a kiss.
.~•*
The two of you ended up making out a bit, Izuku ending up in your lap as you ran your hands across his chest and down to his ass, gripping the curves and planes of his body while he whined and whimpered into the kiss, his body burning under your touch.
You softly kissed the sweet spot on his neck, your lips slowly trailing up and down the soft skin. “Y/n- ah-” he angled his head back as a soft, feminine moan slipped past his chewed lips, his cheeks red.
You smiled against his skin “I love you Izuku” you murmured, your voice gentle and affectionate.
He let out a little whine and bit his lip “I love you too Y/n” he said shakily as he trailed his hands up the nape of your neck and to your cheeks.
You pulled from his neck and smiled at him. Your heart swelling with affection as you looked up at him.
Izuku gazed down at you shyly, but sweetly, his round doe eyes so sparkly and holding so much affection.
You pressed a kiss to his forehead, one he relaxed into “wanna watch a movie?” You asked.
Izuku fidgeted shyly, picking at his cuticles “can we watch Blues Clues?” Iykyk
You laughed lightly and smiled at him, feeling warmth spread through your chest and cheeks “of course we can.”
He brightened and smiled “yes! I love you Y/n!” Izuku hugged you tightly and nuzzled into the crook of your neck, making you chuckle a little and pat him on the back. “I love you too, nerd. Now cmon, I’ll turn it on.”
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Tehe cutesy little fic I thought of <3
⋆˙⟡Cigarette. Pro Hero!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Detective!Reader⟡⋆˙
Warnings; mentions of violence, smoking, swearing, death, arguing.
I’m just feeling creative today ig! Anyways, here we go! .~•*
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You’d been driving around in your black car, dressed in your black blazer with your white button up and tie. Your radio had been very quiet recently, and with the new number one hero, it wasn’t surprising.
Your stoic expression remained that way, even with the peace that settled over your area, your features stayed stern.
You were enjoying the quiet, and the sunset. You glanced out your window, your mind racing with several thoughts as you did so.
Your moment was cut short, however, when your radio went off.
“Lieutenant L/n, there’s been a homicide. Can you meet on 32’nd street ‘n Ridge? Pro hero Deku called it in.”
A sigh left you as you grabbed your radio, responding with your firm and tired voice “I’ll be there. I’m in the area” you sighed as you put your radio on its hook on your dash.
Annoyance twitched at your eye and you grabbed your pack of cigarettes laying on the center console “of fuckin course he did” you mutterwd as you put a cigarette between your lips and grabbed a lighter, sparking the flame to light your cigarette.
.~•*
It didn’t take long before you pulled up on the scene. Cop cars and pro heros littering the yard with ‘CRIME SCENE’ tape lining the perimeter.
You stepped out of your car with your cigarette between your lips. You took a long drag, savoring the burn of the nicotine against the back of your throat.
Your shoes meet the grass as you walk up to a group of officers and the damn hero himself. Ignoring the bitterness for the mop of green hair and tall physique, you turn to the officers.
“What’s it looking like?” You mutter, placing your pack of cigarettes in the inside pocket of your blazer.
The officer sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. By her distraught appearance. You can tell she’s a rookie. “U-uh..I-it’s a kid..ma’am” she manages to choke out over the nausea in her throat.
Your expression remains the same, but you feel a sickening anger in your stomach. “Right.” You turned to Deku, your expression stoic as you removed your cigarette from your lips. “And you called it in?”
Deku’s expression was tense, a bit distraught, like the officers. “Yeah. I responded to the call from my agency, but by the time I got here, the perpetrator was actively leaving. His quirk let him get away..” he gave a tentative nod to finish his statement, trying not to seem as down as he felt.
You sighed, cigarette smoke leaving your mouth and nose “right. So you didn’t get here fast enough?”
Your comment caught Izuku off guard. His shoulders stiffened and he opened and shut his mouth for a second, before his shoulders slouched and he looked down “No, I didn’t, lieutenant.”
You hadn’t meant to snap at the pro hero, much less the number one, but when there was the death of a minor you were dealing with, it made you more irritable than you already were.
You sighed and turned “alright, whatever. ‘M goin in.”
“Hold on a minute, Y/n” you heard a gruff, familiar voice speak to you. You almost groaned out loud as that chuckle approached “Now’s not the time, chief.” You turned to view the chief of police, Saiko.
Saiko smiled at you, he’d given you a lot of training before you decided on homicide for your field. He was almost a father figure to you. “You haven’t even heard what I have to say, not very different than how you were as a rookie.”
His electric blue eyes rested on you, and you finally turned to look at him. He was a tall, broad shouldered man with deep brown hair and bright blue eyes, worn slightly by time but with an old man’s humor in them.
You sighed and flicked the ashes off of the tip of your cigarette “yeah well, I’ve definitely got the head on my shoulders to warrant such actions” you commented, not really serious.
Saiko chuckled gruffly “Cmon kid. I need you to hear me out on this. Deku here said he saw the perp, you need him.” He said as he placed a hand on Izuku’s shoulder, who’d been standing there awkwardly, very much sensing your animosity towards him.
Your eyes widened ever so slightly “What? You want him to help me?” You asked incredulously, almost dropping your cigarette.
Saiko only nodded, grinning with his scruffy mustache “that’s exactly what I’m saying.”
The three of you stayed in silence before you opened your mouth to protest, however you were quickly shut down by Saiko’s warning look.
You clammed your mouth shut and gritted your teeth together. Great. Now you had to work with the big crybaby of a number one hero. Lucky you.
“Fine.” You mutterwd as you grabbed Izuku by his arm “Cmon Deku.”
Izuku stumbled as the two of you walked into the house. His stomach churned with the smell of blood in the air.
The two of you walked through the house, your cigarette sligjtly masking the smell of blood and stale dust. The house was messy as all hell, clothes, food, furniture, news paper- it was all strewn about like a hurricane had gone through the whole damn house.
Your eyes flitted about the room, and Izuku cleared his throat “s-so uhm..Mrs. L/n, ri-?”
“Ms.” You corrected sharply “and its Lieutenant to you. Or detective.”
Izuku stiffened, correcting his posture as you napped at him. He felt a bead of nervous sweat prick his forehead. He cleared his throat and nodded “Lieutenant L/n” he mumbled.
You sighed and shook you head before turning to walk down a hallway.
This was gonna be hell.
Some weeks later .~•*
It had been roughly a few weeks since you and Deku began working the homicide case Saiko put you two on.
It hadn’t been as bad as you thought. It wasn’t great by any means, but it definitely could have been worse.
You and Izuku often met in quiet diners or ended up in your car, looking over evidence and going over suspects and family of the victim. He was even there for some interrogations, acting as an intimidating figure.
The case was moving along as it should, collecting tips and information and going over everything throughly.
However, what you didn’t know, was how amazing Izuku was with you. You were beautiful. So strong and intelligent with a stoic demeanor that made his heart flip in his chest.
He knew it was stupidly since you had some weird thing against him, but he couldn’t help it! I mean, had you even seen yourself!?
He saw how hard you were working to solve this case. The bags under your eyes giving you away, and it did worry him. How could your mind stay so sharp if you were always so tired?
Today, the two of you were going to spend an entire day together. Izuku’s heart raced at the prospect. He shook his head as he stood in line at the coffee place, his cap on along with his glasses, with his head tucked down so no one recognized him.
Izuku grabbed two coffees, leaving and getting in his car. He places the cups in the cup holders and drove out of the parking lot.
As he drove, he thought. It wasn’t just you that was propelling him every day. He wanted justice for the victim. Izuku had always had a very strong sense of justice for what he thought- no- knew was right.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he thought about the girl whose blood had been shed and he frowned.
The two of you were going to solve this case.
.~•*
Izuku walked into the police station, a small smile on his face as he warmly greeted the officers. “Y/n is in her office” one of the officers called, making Izukus cheeks flush as he smiled “great! Thank you!”
He walked down the hall, before spotting your open door. Izuku lightly knocked and peeped his head in the door. “Hey” he greeted softly.
You looked up, cigarette in one hand and files in the other “Deku.” You greeted with a nod. Your eyes eventually landed on the coffee cups in his hands and you raised a brow.
Izuku looked down at his hands before brightening “oh! I brought you coffee! I hope you like it!” He walked over and placed one of the cups on your desk.
You looked at the coffee with slightly raised brows. He thought of you? You looked up at him before taking the coffee “thank you” you mutterwd before sipping on it.
Izuku waved off your thanks, muttering something under his breath shyly. Internally, his heart was racing. You hadn’t given him any sass or a bad attitude like you usually did! Was this progress?
You glanced up at his face and sighed “Sit”
Maybe a little progress?
Izuku nodded and quickly sat in front of your desk, to which you sighed “not there, how are you gonna read files like that?” You muttered. You gestured to the spot next to you “over here”
Izuku’s eyes widened and he felt an embarrassment crawl up his cheeks in the form of a blush. “Oh- right- sorry” he quickly scooted over to you, moving his chair to sit next to yours.
His heart fluttered a bit as your cologne hit his nose. It wasn’t perfume, it was cologne. Musky with a hint of citrus.
You began to talk about some potential suspects, gesturing to different pictures. He nodded along, trying his best to focus, but his eyes did flick over to your lips every once in a while.
You glanced over, your lips parted as you locked eyes with him. Izuku hadn’t realized how much he’d been leaning in until he saw how close your lips were to touching his.
The both of you lingered, before you looked away and he leaned out of your space “sorry! Sorry-“ he quickly stuttered, fully expecting you to snap at him.
You however, sipped your coffee and blushed a little, hiding it from his gaze as you looked away “it’s fine.” You mumbled, feeling a bit docile today.
Huh..
Weird.
.~•*
Later that day, the two of you were driving in your car. You had Izukus window down a bit, and your elbow on the lip of your car door. Your slender fingers on the wheel as you drove.
“I think we’re on the right track. Just like with-“ your speech was cut off by a stomach growling. You looked over to Izuku, who was red in the face.
“Oh- crap-“ he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, and you didn’t know if it was his sheepish rambling he did after his realization, or if you were just in a good mood, but you glanced over at him, not only did you smile a little, but you laughed.
His eyes widened at your chuckle, and his heart pounded in his chest.
He’d never seen you smile before.
Never heard you laugh before.
But he could really get used to that sound.
.~•*
Time seemed to fly by, and day by day, you warmed up to Izuku, even regarding him as ‘Midoriya’ every once in a while. The two of you had grown further in the case as well, and you were so close to solving it. You’d narrowed down the list of suspects to 2 men, and the evidence was wracking up.
You and Izuku had been busting your asses to solve this case, and things were going smoothly despite the setbacks- and there were a few.
Both of you started to spend more time together, grabbing dinner, lunch or coffee more often. You really lightened up to Izuku, and he you. Except, you kept getting this weird pulling feeling when you were around him.
You didn’t understand it, he just looked so different to you know. His sense of justice and determination to solve the homicide on your hands, his curls, his laugh, smile, his boyish cheeks with freckles and dimples..
What was this feeling..?
.~•*
As of now, it was dark, the two of you in your car parked in the parking lot of a closed down gas station. You each had take out in your laps. You were telling some random story from high school, the window open as you smoked lazily with your cigarette.
“Christ- yeah. His name was Danny, and he was a total ass.” You chuckled, a sound Izuku could never get enough of.
He smiled and laughed a bit, some rice stuffed in one of his cheeks “yeah! With what you told me, he sounds like it!” Izuku agreed with a bit of a mouthful.
You gave him a look and snorted before rolling your eyes “Christ, swallow your food.” You glanced at the sauce on his lip and sighed “you’re so messy”
He blushed and quickly wiped his jaw, chuckling after he swallowed his bite of rice. “Ah! Sorry!” He smiled sheepishly. Damn that boyish smile and his stupid cute curls and-
You shook away those thoughts before sighing.
Izuku hummed before smiling softly down at his take out that you bought his mind pacing in his head as he tried to think of what to say. “Thanks for buying dinner, lieutenant-”
“Y/n”
Izuku blinked as he stared at you for a second “e-excuse me?” He mumbled, his brain a bit lost. Were you correcting him?
“Just call me Y/n.” You said calmly, though your hands were clammy. Your eyes glanced over to Izuku. He was red in the face and smiling softly.
“Got it..Y/n” he murmured to you with a gentle tone.
You looked over at him, and he looked over at you.
The streets were silent..
The world seemed to stop as the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes.
Izuku placed his elbow on the center console and leaned in closer. You followed suit, not in control of your actions as you cupped his cheeks and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
You and Izuku stayed in that kiss for a moment, his hands coming up to gently cup your cheeks.
As your lips parted, your eyes slowly fluttered open and your hands gently moved down to his neck.
The two of you just sat there, before you looked away from him. “Sorry..I don’t know what came over me” you muttered, to which Izuku shook his head and smiled softly down at you “d-don’t apologize.”
You glanced at him, before the two of you pulled away.
Oh boy..
More months later.~•*
Since the kiss in the car, the two of you had been less professional outside of work. Using first names and being a bit affectionate with your words and actions.
That wasn’t all of the good that had began to come from him..
.~•*
You had been in the courtroom with Izuku and the rest of the prosecution team. It’d been months since the two of you had been paired together for this case, and now you were sitting in the courtroom about to convict the two men who took a life of a teen girl.
You were tense, Izuku noticed. You’d been so worried about gathering the evidence, organizing everything perfectly to lock them up for life with no possibility of parole. You’d been smoking so much more recently.
He gently placed his hand on your bouncing knee, making you look at him and his soft smile.
You sighed softly and looked up as the judge and jury came back to the room.
The judge sat down and let out a sigh. After a bit of talk, he cut to the chase.
“For the murder of Sakiea Kento, the two of you will be serving each a life sentence, along with 37 years for destruction with evidence, with no possibility of parole.”
A weight lifted off of your chest and you smiled softly, clapping with everyone else in the courtroom.
Izuku smiled and gently gripped your knee “you did it.” He whispered over to you.
You simply chucjled and shook your head, standing with the rest of the crowd and Izuku. “We did it” you corrected.
He smiled softly, his chest swelling with affection and relief.
They brought justice to the victim.
.~•*
The police station was holding a party to celebrate the long case coming to an end. Izuku however, couldn’t find you anywhere.
He stepped out onto the roof and hummed softly as he saw you standing there. “Y/n..?”He called out.
You looked over and sighed, fatigue and something else in your eyes “Midoriya. You should be down with the others.” You mumbled.
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly “ditto. So what are you doing up here?” He walked over to you and leaned against the railing next to you.
“Thinking” you replied softly, your hair fluttering gently in the breeze as you spoke. “About the girl…I wish there was more I could do.” You admitted.
Izuku nodded and rubbed his arm “you did everything you could. You couldn’t prevent her from being killed..but you brought her justice..that’s all that matters in the end.”
You glanced over at him with a tired look “she was a child” you muttered, a tear slowly welling in your eye.
Izuku stiffened before cupping your cheek “hey- hey hey hey- don’t cry..” he thumbed away your tears with his calloused fingers, sighing softly.
You let out a shaky breath and looked up at him.
Your eyes told hin everything. He leaned down and softly kissed your lips.
You gently cupped Izukus cheeks and let out a soft sigh into your kiss, a soft hum of pleasure leaving her throat.
Once the two of you broke from you kiss, you smiled. You turned and looked away from his face, before pulling back. “Damn you and your lips.” You muttered.
He smiled as he watched you grab your pack of cigarettes. He put his hand over yours “you should try and quit smoking, you know.”
You glanced down at his hand, then at the cigarettes. A warm feeling rose in your chest as you sighed and smiled.
“Yeah..you’re right.”
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IM SO DAMN TIRED ITS 12:37 AND IVE BEEN GONE SINCE 7:00 AM AAAA
⋆˙⟡Drunken confessions. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader.⟡⋆˙
Warnings; swearing, alcohol, suggestive themes
Thought of this randomly. Enjoy lovelies.~*
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You stood off to the side in the 3A dorm commons, a cup of punch in your hand that you’ve had since the beginning of the party.
You weren’t a huge fan of parties. Not that you weren’t social- that wasn’t the problem. You’d known these people since your first year of UA, you all were tight knit.
It wasn’t the people there, it was the music, the heat- the way your head pounded thanks to the dim lighting, contrasting with the bright LED’s strewn about.
You sighed softly and rubbed your eyes, trying to ebb away the throbbing behind them, only for the loud ass music to destroy your progress.
You only glanced up at the sight of Bakugou yelling obscenities to the choice of music, his speech slurred and his party wear disheveled.
A sigh slipped your lips as you have a deadpan to the drunken blonde. It wasn’t rocket science to figure out who’d spiked the punch, hence why you cling to the one cup you’d had at the very beginning of the party.
You didn’t like to drink- you didn’t like being drunk, in your opinion, it was a not so great feeling.
Deciding you’d had enough of the constant singing and loud bass from the music, you wandered off, placing your cup on a random table.
The halls were still faintly filled with the sound of the party, as you slipped out. The air was warm and soothing against your skin. Early June was so forgiving in it weather.
You closed your eyes and sucked in a slow breath, smiling softly at the way the fresh air brought some clarity to your foggy brain.
The peace was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing behind you. Your nose caught the scent of alcohol, and you turned, your eyes widening when you saw who stumbled out of the door.
“Izuku?” You asked, in disbelief at his state.
His hair was messier than usual, and his cheeks were bright red. His eyes were a bit lidded and his clothes were a bit wrinkled “oh! H-hey Y-Y/n!”
He smiled and walked staggered over to the railing of the patio. He stood next to you and looked up at the sky, trying not to appear as drunk as he was “p-pretty night..hic..”
You looked over at him with concern, but pushed it away to look up “isn’t it?” You murmured.
Izuku peeled his eyes away from the sky to stare at you “yeah..very beautiful” he murmured, a goofy grin spreading on his boyish face.
You glanced over and chuckled, raising a brow “why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, placing your arms on the railing and resting your chin in your palm.
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck and looked to the side, blushing brightly. He was drunk, and his tongue was more loose than usual, he felt a bit more shy, but also had a bit more confidence? Maybe it was just foolish assurance of himself.
“B-because- hic -you’re…you look..you’re very pretty..”
Your eyes widened a bit as you heard his drunken words. You looked away and bit your cheek, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips. “You’re just saying that because you’re drunk” you insisted, hoping your words were wrong.
Izuku let out a huff, smiling a bit. He looked a bit shy still as he fiddled with his shoulder length curls “am not..” he replied softly.
You looked over at him and placed a hand on your blushing cheek. “So you really think I’m beautiful?” You murmured, eyeing him from the side. Your heart gently fluttered in your chest at the timid look Izuku carried on his expression.
He continued to fiddle, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as his drunken mind tried to come up with something “y-yes..Y/n..you’re so pretty..”
You felt another wave of heat rush to your face and up to your ears. Here he was; Deku, the ridiculously strong and stupidly beautiful hero-in-training, with his shoulder length curls and freckled cheeks, his skin almost sparkling in the moonlight- and his eyes.
You looked off to the side and chuckled softly “well..you’re pretty cute yourself..” was your drink spiked? Hell you didn’t know, but you found words leaving you before you thought about them.
His eyes widened, and he looked off to the side “y-you can’t just say that..Y/n” Izuku mumbled shyly. He glanced over at you, feeling as if his body was moving on its own as he shuffled a bit closer.
You quickly looked over at him, blushing a bit more as he got closer. “Why not? It’s true..” you mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck as you turned to face him, stepping a bit closer yourself. “You’re really attractive..Izuku..”
Izuku’s cheeks, those freckled cheeks with his stupid dimples that made you swoon, reddened. He loved the way you said his name. After he’d saved your life from a villain in your second year, you two agreed to use first names, and Christ did he love it.
His stomach fluttered with butterflies as he stepped closer as well “th-thank you..you have no idea how much that means to me” he slurred out. His brain was foggy, and when he grabbed you by your hips, he barely registered it.
You gasped as he pulled you closer, sligjtly stumbling at the sudden movement. “Shit! Izu-“ you were cut off as you tripped over his foot, stumbling forward and grabbing his hip.
Your hand found the wall behind him, and his back landed with a soft thud.
Izuku looked up at you with half lidded eyes. The two of you stared at each other, before a string pulled at your chest.
You leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss, one he hastily returned, his fingers combing through your hair as soft whimpers and feminine sounds left him.
You softly groaned into the kiss, gently nipping and teasing his bottom lip. Izuku gasped and moaned softly into the kiss, gripping your shoulders.
The two of you sloppily made out, you trailing your hands over Izukus abdomen and chest, while he gripped your arms in his hands, trembling.
It was a hot minute before you pulled away, dazed and flushed. Your cheeks bright red and eyes half lidded. Izuku’s eyes fluttered open as he looked up at you.
“Izuku..” you murmured softly, your heart racing in your chest. “I like you” he mumbled “a-a lot- I’ve liked for you so long- I-“ he ran his fingers through his hair shakily as his words slurred a bit. His mind was foggy and his speech was a bit incoherent. He mumbled, looking up at you shyly.
You smiled at his drunk babbling, your heart squealing at how red he was. “Izuku, you’re alright” you gently stroked his cheek and spoke softly “I like you too”
Izuku’s eyes widened and his heart sped up “you..do..?” His tipsy brain couldn’t fully grasp the concept of you actually returning his feelings.
Tears welled up in his eyes and his bottom lip quivered “y-you like me?”
You stiffened, then smiled and gently cupped his cheeks, wiping away his tears with your thumbs “Izu, yes, I like you, okay? I’ve liked you since we were stupid first years.”
He hiccuped and hugged you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder. You let out a sigh. This bulky teen boy was clinging onto you and crying his eyes out like a baby.
God you were head over heels. His tears didn’t even bother you. You loved him for who he is, tears and all.
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YIPEEE finally finished this one. Enjoy cuties 🫶🏻💚
if only we met sooner
if only we had met sooner
i might be really good at golf now
and although you’ve been practicing
you’re still losing at mario kart somehow
if only we had met before
we might have two cats (or four)
we might have been to turkey
and brought home several more
if only we had met earlier
i’d be joining you at the football matches
then we’d go back, have some dinner
then head to bed where i give you back scratches
if only we had met a two years ago
which is when you first saw me
you might be ready
and maybe i would be too
but i guess now we’ll never know
‘You know where to find me’ by Francesca Kritikos
Why is it, that y/n always ends up pregnant in almost every single fic with my favs?!?!
There's almost nothing to read for us who don't want kids or don't wanna be pregnant (I know its just fiction but still) 😮💨
And it's always the good fics that get ruined with y/n being preggo 😣
I have a suggestion for all writers reading this, please write more platonic fics, scenarios, hcs and e.t.c.
Sure I love romance but I also wanna read some wholesome platonic fics 😭🙏🏼
Anyways, love y'all 😉🫶🏼
happened to me this morning tbh i’ll just die at this point
Introducing myself
𓏲 𖠵🌲🧸the goblin of the woods🌿🐿️
[ general info. ]
Greetings from the woods! My name is Nika, I am a young italian person who goes by they/them pronouns! I love reading, writing, drinking tea, listening to music and occasionally make up fake scenarios in my head (normal administration, worry not!). For you, I am your friendly neighbour goblin who writes random stuff and that has lots of fun creating bots on character.ai!
[ fandoms i write/make bots for. ]
Game of thrones
House of the dragon
Hunger Games
Jūni Taisen: Zodiac War
Grishaverse
Transformers
TMNT 2007/2012/2014
Magi: the labyrinth of magic
Magi: the adventures of sinbad
the100
Death Note
My Hero Academia
Creepypasta
Chronicles of Narnia
Dangerous Fellows
more will come…
[ rules. ]
- just be a decedent human being
- do not interact if: _phobic/racist/misogynistic
- do not spread hate
- I am open to criticism, but don’t be rude about it
- english is not my first language, if I make mistakes LET ME KNOW
- please do not interact if you are a minor
- be kind.
[ trigger warnings. ]
I write about grief, angst, violence, incest, torture, smut and other taboo stuff, it depends on the situation. I am not comfortable writing cannibalism, any kind of abuse, harassment, self-harming or eating disorders.
[ where you can find me. ]
ig: @/the.goblins.nook
c.ai: @/N_1_K_4
tiktok: @/thewildgoblin
pinterest: @/w1ldg0blin
Recording of Aki Y. (Waring: Slight Body Horror and REALLY long post)
If I die in this world,
Who will know something of me?
I got to record this, through the tremors erupting from my body, and hope that our guardians can decipher this.
-Aki Y.
[...]
"The lifeforms of Earth are ignorant to their fragility. They can be easily exploited by their blissful imagination."
"I agree with you, these creatures often think they're superior. Yet they can't see that we are inside. Breathing in them, LIVING IN THEM. And this machine will be the key to our assimilation."
"And then our master will be invincible."
[...]
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It's spreading...
The lesions consume the host,
It's skin will not outlast
the many worms burrowing within.
They wear a void [but as long as breath comes from the mouth]
Not even hope [their bodies never stood the slightest chance]
CAN COMFORT THE SOULS OF THE UNTOUCHED [THEIR PRAYERS ARE SILENCED]
All they see [to cease the darkness digesting them]
Is a galaxy of light & warmth [it's not theirs, it doesn’t belong to them]
Even a fake sky will suffice. [As their souls fight for their lives.]
As the deep ocean rises over time itself. [No one will be granted protection and love.]
War will be no more and all wisdom will be lost...
The mystery will be revealed
and shall the old world be reborn.
Come to us Holy Messiah of Silence.
AUTHORS I NEED A FAVOUR!!!!
I'm not sure why or when this idea popped into my brain. But I NEED a Loki Oneshot (or Fic) with a Reader/OC Spouse, where they have a similar relationship to Odysseus and Penelope.
Like the Spouse finds Loki after NewYork and then the scene would play out like in the Song "Would you fall in love with me again"
OR they met again in Thor 2
OR Lokis Spouse is in the TVA and they meet again there!!!!
I crave Angst like this with a happy ending!!!!!
(Funny Ending: Switch to see Thor crying happy tears seeing them reunite)
the scariest part about being a writer? pouring your heart and soul into this one fic that has taken literal months to piece together only to have this sick feeling in your stomach like it isn’t going to be a hit. not because it isn’t good, no, it’s worthy of a pulitzer, but just because readers won’t interact.
this is my message to my readers and all the readers out there: interact with your writer’s fics. someone can leave a seven word compliment along with a reblog on one of my stories and i’ll think about it for days. writers, good writers, have stopped writing because of the lack of feedback they get. nobody should get the amount of support to the point where they feel it’s worthless to do the thing they’re doing.
readers. like. reblog. leave a comment.
Random idea I just had:
Imagine, if you will, a genie. A good genie who would even twist wishes to make them better, but the person who summoned them is the biggest dumbass in the universe. Now the genie must figure out how they can twist the wishes so the idiot remains unharmed.
Updated my original story. Tell me what y'all think please.
When you find that song that resonates with your plot and you just listen to it on repeat while imagining your story.
I wanna continue my current original book, but it's kinda depressing how it's going.
Can anyone just check it out and give it a reviews? Criticism very much appreciated. I just need something that isn't silence.
It has two chapters for now.
I wish I had a little goblin assistant to help me write.
Made a book. Need thoughts. Tell me what y'all think. Please. (^._.^)ﾉ
Love writing my traumas into my characters. It's like therapy, but more convoluted.
Writing is like bargaining your first child to a fey except the child is your energy and the fey is everything but writing.
I don't plan my stories. It's all just vibes.
So many ideas, not enough energy. O writing muse, why has thee cursed me in such a way?