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twinstxrs · 3 months

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the gorgug-porter conversation is interesting to me because like. yea for the overwhelming majority of the conversation porter’s being shitty & trying to fit gorgug into a box that gorgug just does not fit into by trying to make gorgug’s relationship with his rage more focused on the aggression aspect of it. but then there’s also this specific thing that brennan brought up again in the ap, which is that gorgug’s relationship with his rage is wholly “this is a tool i use to protect my friends.” which isn’t a bad thing! but that’s his Whole relationship with it, & gorgug seems to place next to no value on his rage in relationship to himself. which is problematic, because it’s first & foremost his rage.

being raised in a household with a sort of toxic positivity largely meant that, whether or not it was his parents’ intention, gorgug internalized the message that more traditionally “negative” emotions such as anger are the wrong response to something. part of the reason he prioritizes his artificing is probably because it’s “fixing” things. in comparison to being a barbarian, which gorgug associates with “breaking” things. good vs. bad behavior, in his eyes.

it’s a totally unacceptable bar to measure a 16 y/o by, but i do think part of porter’s reasoning for not letting gorgug multiclass is him recognizing that gorgug generally does not value anger as a valid emotional response to something, at the very least for himself. & that directly conflicts with what being a barbarian is, because whether you like it or not, that rage is what fuels you. but again, barring a kid from pursuing something they deeply care about in part (not entirely, porter has a lot of more bullshit reasons) because of their fundamental values & world outlook is crazy.

so yes, 98% of porter’s reasoning is pretty shitty, immature, rife with a toxic view that there’s only one proper way to access rage, & generally not a good thing to do as a teacher, but also within that reasoning is the 2% of ‘there is a fundamental part of yourself that you only value if you can use it to take care of other people & you need to accept that as something that can take care of you, too.’ but that’s something to discuss with a therapist or a guidance counselor, not something that should hugely impact gorgug’s academic future.

#gorgug thistlespring #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #btw these r just my personal opinions u r 100% free to disagree #gorgug & his rage interest me so deeply because of how deeply that rage existing seems to be against gorgug’s own will #like mechanically classes are choices & you can switch stuff around any time. but gorgug as a barbarian always felt like an unwilling choice #like that 14 y/o kid did not want to have rage. & that really interests me.#i’ve seen people before be like ‘what if gorgug dropped barbarian & went full srtificer’ but i feel like that simply can’t happen??#mechanically yea sure but it always felt like a core part of gorgug that the rage will always be there & it’s a matter of how you channel it #idk. dnd classes narratively being treated as ‘you can not lose this part of you’ even though you technically can #gorgug could be lvl 19 artificer & he’d still have 1 level of barbarian. because that is part of who he is.#btw i don’t think porter truly cares about gorgug valuing his rage only as a way to be a human shield #i think porter just sees that as ‘wrong’ but like. not as in ‘you need to take care of yourself’ & more ‘you aren’t conforming’#he thinks it’s wrong for the wrong reasons. the nastier ‘this is how you should be’ reasons #ppl being like ‘we r being too hard on porter. it’s an 150% courseload gorgug will be overwhelmed’ i think r missing the point bc like.#that is 100% a valid reason to not approve gorgug for multiclassing! but that’s also 100% not the reason porter rejected him.#that whole interaction was basically porter shoving his percieved version of conformity down gorgug’s throat. was v neurodivergent kid coded #no hate to anyone saying that last point btw these r all just opinions #thinking about last ep wilma & digby being like ‘you’re a great barbarian. you’re so great at it. but look at what you made!!!’ like.#they would never mean it like that. but when you only understand half of your son he is going to prioritize the half you do.

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zaiisaii · 1 year

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ACTOR

⋆ — sleepy .ᐟ ﹙park jihoon﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , actor!reader & sfw .

note:: hope none of you mind me writing for my favorite boy 🫶 hes got the prettiest eyes!! :/

"hello." you greet him with a soft smile. he walks to you stiffly and shivering. jihoon sits down beside you – it's far too close for friends yet a little distant for lovers.

the korean actor sighs and rests his head against your shoulder, a few strands of hair fall over his eyes. they flutter shut at the warmth you emit.

"ahh, sleepy." mumbles the tired man, he wraps his arms around yours and cuddles even deeper. you can see the puffs of cold air he breathes out. you shake your head, amused by how clingy your co-star can be when he's tired.

"i've got another scene coming up." your warning goes over his head. he nods, not paying much attention to your words.

he sighs again, this time it's filled with relief. you pat his head gently, the gloves over your hands feel so nice and warm, you wouldn't dare remove them just to pat him.

jihoon leans into your touch and grips your arm tightly. he isn't allowing you to get up. you struggle to rise earning multiple whines and grumbles from him; 'you're warm', 'do your scene later', 'stay with me'.

one of your makeup artists' stands above you, applying chapstick to your lips. she sends you a knowing look causing you to jokingly roll your eyes.

told you he gets clingy around you.

shush.

she snickers and quickly fixes your collar

"jihoonnn," you drawl out near his ear. he hums in acknowledgment. "i need to go now..."

he shakes his head.

"i'll cuddle with you later,"

he thinks about it, grip loosening around you. "okay, but! i get to have a sleepover with you."

you nod in agreement. it's been a while since the two of you hung out together. he sadly lets you go, eyeing the grin on your pretty face.

it almost makes him want to turn the other way, it makes him too shy to even make eye contact.

why do you look at him like that?

"like what?" you tilt your head, confused at what he meant. his eyes widen the slightest bit, and the red on his ears was no longer there because it was cold.

did he say that aloud!?

he quickly shakes his head and pushes you off the bench you were sitting off. "like nothing!"

the grin on your face grows, your eyes disappearing within your smile. you lean forward to gently kiss his forehead. it was soft, so soft you probably wouldn't count it as a real kiss.

almost as if you were scared to touch him.

"if you say so."

jihoon shoves you further away, lips quirked up shyly. he rolls his eyes when your makeup artist wiggles her eyebrows.

"go away."

#park jihoon #wanna one jihoon #actor x reader #park jihoon x reader #park jihoon fluff #jihoon fluff #kdrama #x reader #gender neutral reader #kdrama x reader #idk what to tag help #park jihoon x you #park jihoon x y/n #weak hero class 1 x reader #weak hero class 1

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niki-phoria · 11 months

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HELLOO i would like to req sieun x confident/extroverted male reader!

i saw from your recent story about how sieun may like to hold hands when in a relationship , so could i possibly request a scenario whereby m!reader hold hands with sieun and he gets embarrassed about it! you can add actual plot if uw , but thats what i got :))

sieun never actually smiles so i'm gonna use jihoon gifs instead skdslk

pairing: kdrama!sieun x male!reader (he/him pronouns; masc reader) genre: fluff word count: 846

includes: established relationship, maybe weird ending (??), not proofread forgive me

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

feedback is always appreciated <33

a soft sigh escapes you as you shift to sit up a little straighter in your chair. you sleepily blink a few times in an attempt to wake yourself up as you continue reviewing your notes. your hand aches from hours of diligent notetaking and your neck burns from how long you’ve been hunched over.

sieun pauses momentarily, eyes shifting from his textbook to look at you before he continues. you rub a hand against the back of your neck as your pencil rolls to the side. you stretch your arms out before crossing them to create a makeshift pillow; leaning your head against your forearms.

“you shouldn’t lay like that,” sieun comments. his hand never stops writing and his eyes remain fixated on his still-open textbook, but his attention is completely on you. “it’s bad for your neck. at least bring a pillow or something next time.”

you resist the urge to complain as you push your notes away and lean back against your chair. your attention shifts from sieun’s barren dining room to the boy himself. his fringe perfectly frames his face as he continues scribbling down notes. his shoulders are hunched over similarly to yours, though he looks far less tense than you feel.

you reach over, carefully taking sieun’s hand into yours. he stops writing entirely when he feels your fingers trailing against his own. your nails gently scratch against his skin as you lift his left hand up, pressing fleeting kisses against each of his fingertips.

a deep blush begins to creep up his neck and across his face. sieun’s face burns at how nonchalant you are as you continue to play with his hand. you absentmindedly trace small shapes against the back of his hand as you shift to lean your head against his shoulder. your hair tickles against the exposed skin of his neck as you adjust your position next to him.

you intertwine your fingers together before resting your hand against the table, letting your eyes flutter closed as you relax against sieun. his lips just barely quirk upwards into a soft smile as he looks down at you. he watches for a few seconds as your breathing slowly evens out as he quickly scribbles down the rest of his notes before finally closing his textbook.

sieun carefully reaches down to put his notes away before pushing his backpack aside. he glances down at your still-sleeping figure for a final time as he reaches over to gently shake you awake.

you sleepily blink up at him when you finally awake, momentarily letting go to rub the tiredness out of your eyes. “sieun? what time is it?”

”it’s late,” he says as he pushes his chair back to stand up before gesturing for you to follow after him. “come on.” his arm lazily rests around your waist as you follow his lead, letting him guide you into his bedroom.

sieun reaches over to turn a lamp on his bedside table on, casting a golden glow across the room. a small desk sits in the corner surrounded by various notes and study guides taped onto the drywall. sheer, white curtains hang over the window, just exposing a small sliver of the dark night outside.

you slide underneath the blankets beside sieun, rolling to lay on your side to face him. he props his head up with a pillow as he shuffles closer to you. his bed had never seemed so small before.

you softly smile at him, moving even closer until your arm rests gingerly against his waist. sieun awkwardly tucks your head beneath his chin as a content sigh escapes you. he remains wide awake despite the dark room; the only noise is your slow breathing as you slowly begin to fall into a deep sleep.

“y/n?” he whispers into the quiet. you don’t react, giving him the confidence to continue. “i think… i’m in love with you.” sieun immediately tenses as the words leave his lips. though he’s only talking to the moonlight, he can’t help the unfamiliarity in each of your loving gestures.

“you’re so handsome, and kind… you’re everything i’ve ever wanted in a boyfriend. even when i didn’t know i wanted anything.” he pauses, hesitantly pulling you closer. “i just… i love you.”

sieun’s heart beats erratically in his chest when you stir slightly, moving ever so closer to him. he can just barely make out the soft smile tugging at your lips. “i love you too,” you murmur.

he freezes, tensing up even more. “you’re awake?”

“it’s a little hard not to be when you’re so stiff,” you tease, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “feels like laying against a door.” sieun’s blush deepens as you reach up, resting a gentle hand against his cheek. you stroke your thumb against his soft skin with a soft smile. “can i kiss you?”

sieun’s breath hitches in his throat momentarily. his face burns as he hesitantly nods. you smile as you slowly lean in to gently pull him into a sweet kiss.

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literary-heights · 6 months

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oh my god…

#dedicated to the girl in my ceramics class who is homophobic!#happy bingqiu week i literally did not know. y bad guys #i’m going to try to catch up hopefully but i don’t draw anymore :(#i miss you guys though #svsss #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #bingqiu #sqq #the scum villain's self saving system #scum villain self saving system #scum villain #bingqiuweek2023 #this one is for day 1 soulmates but uhh it’s kinda just. them #i want to do all seven let’s see sorry i’m late i’m. insane

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zapreportsblog · 10 months

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➥ summary: Class 1A discovers something new about their class president

➥ Tenya Iida x Reader

➥ one shot

Within the bustling halls of U.A. High School, Class 1-A buzzed with activity, a vibrant group of young heroes-in-training. Among them, Tenya Iida stood as a beacon of discipline and focus, always the embodiment of a model student. Yet, unknown to his classmates, his heart held a secret—an unspoken connection that would soon come to light.

The morning sun cast its golden glow through the classroom windows as Class 1-A settled into their seats, eagerly awaiting the start of another day of training and learning. As the room hummed with anticipation, the door swung open, and a figure stepped inside.

All eyes turned towards the newcomer, surprise etched upon their faces. It was (Y/N), a second-year student, her presence adding an air of intrigue to the room. Tenya, taken aback by her sudden arrival, couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Ochaco Uraraka, her eyes wide with curiosity, spoke up first. "Since when did you have a girlfriend, Iida?"

Tenya's cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment, but he held his composure, his voice steady. "Actually, (Y/N) is my fiancée."

Gasps filled the room as Tenya's revelation sank in. The concept of an arranged marriage within their class seemed almost surreal, yet the truth of their connection began to take shape. The air crackled with a mix of shock, excitement, and a touch of envy.

Izuku Midoriya, his eyes shining with admiration, couldn't help but ask, "How did you meet, Iida? And how did your relationship come to be?"

Tenya smiled warmly, his gaze shifting towards (Y/N). "We were paired together since we were children, destined to be married to strengthen the bond between our families. But as we grew older, our feelings blossomed into something deeper. We realized that our connection went beyond duty and tradition. We fell in love."

Momo Yaoyorozu, her voice filled with awe, couldn't hide her fascination. "That's incredible, Iida. To have a love that's both rooted in tradition and genuine affection—it's truly something special."

(Y/N) stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. "Our relationship has been a journey of growth and understanding. We've learned to navigate the expectations placed upon us while honoring our individual desires and aspirations. Together, we support and encourage each other to become the best versions of ourselves."

As the realization settled upon the class, they exchanged glances filled with newfound respect. The concept of love, rooted in tradition yet blossoming with genuine emotion, was a testament to the complexities of the heart. Tenya and (Y/N) showcased a deep understanding and commitment, proving that love could evolve beyond initial circumstances.

Eijiro Kirishima, his voice filled with admiration, spoke up. "Iida, you've always been a model of discipline and focus. It's inspiring to see that even within the constraints of an arranged marriage, you've found a love that's true to your own hearts."

Tenya nodded, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Kirishima. Our relationship has taught me the importance of staying true to myself while embracing the responsibilities that come with my family's traditions. It's a delicate balance, but (Y/N) has been my rock throughout it all."

The class, their initial shock giving way to understanding and acceptance, shared a collective moment of reflection. They realized that love could take many forms, and Tenya and (Y/N)'s connection was a testament to the depth of emotions that could develop even under the weight of expectations.

As the day progressed, the students of Class 1-A forged a newfound bond of respect for Tenya and (Y/N). They understood that love could be a powerful force, capable of transcending societal norms and traditions. It was a reminder that their own journey of self-discovery included not only becoming heroes but also nurturing the relationships that held importance in their lives.

And so, within the walls of U.A. High School, Class 1-A continued their journey, their hearts enriched by the understanding that love was a vast tapestry of emotions, intertwining duty and genuine affection. As they honed their powers and skills, they also learned the importance of nurturing the bonds that connected them, cherishing the complexity and beauty of love in all its forms.

And in the heart of it all, Tenya and (Y/N) stood as a beacon of hope, demonstrating that even within the constraints of an arranged marriage, love could flourish and ignite the brightest flames in their hearts.

•••

Time had flown swiftly, carrying Class 1-A into their second year at U.A. High School. The vibrant group of aspiring heroes had grown both individually and as a team, their bonds strengthening with each passing day. Amidst this bustling atmosphere, (Y/N) had become a third-year student, poised to embark on her own journey of growth and discovery.

On a bright and bustling day, (Y/N) found herself standing before the classroom where Tenya and his classmates convened. A smile played upon her lips as she clutched a carefully prepared bento, a tangible representation of her enduring love and support for Tenya.

As (Y/N) entered the room, the class turned their attention toward her, their curiosity piqued by her arrival. Tenya, his gaze meeting hers, felt a rush of warmth spread through his chest.

Ochaco Uraraka, her eyes wide with anticipation, couldn't help but blurt out, "Hey, (Y/N)! It's been a while. What brings you here today?"

(Y/N)'s smile widened as she held up the bento box. "I made this for Tenya. It's a small gesture to show my support and love."

Tenya's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "Thank you, (Y/N). I appreciate your thoughtfulness."

As Tenya accepted the bento, the class watched with a mix of awe and curiosity. Their intrigue had grown since learning about Tenya and (Y/N)'s arranged marriage, and witnessing the continuation of their traditions was both fascinating and heartwarming.

Mina Ashido, her voice filled with excitement, couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Tell us, (Y/N), what's it like being in an arranged marriage? How do you navigate the balance between tradition and your own desires?"

(Y/N) took a moment to gather her thoughts, her eyes filled with a mix of nostalgia and determination. "It's a journey of self-discovery, Mina. Our arranged marriage has been both a challenge and a gift. We've learned to find our own voices within the framework of our families' expectations. It's about cherishing tradition while staying true to ourselves."

Izuku Midoriya, his eyes filled with admiration, spoke up. "It sounds like you both have grown so much. Your love is inspiring, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) nodded, her voice gentle yet resolute. "Love is an ever-evolving journey, Izuku. We're constantly learning, adjusting, and supporting each other through it all. Our shared values and commitment to one another keep us grounded."

As the conversation continued, Class 1-A listened with rapt attention, captivated by (Y/N)'s insights into their unique relationship. They realized that love had no set path, and its manifestations were as diverse as the individuals experiencing it.

Shoto Todoroki, his gaze thoughtful, interjected, "Do you ever feel constrained by the expectations placed upon you, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) met Shoto's gaze, her voice tinged with honesty. "At times, it can be challenging, Shoto. There are moments when the weight of tradition feels heavy. But love is about growth, and our relationship has allowed us to redefine our roles, navigate the complexities, and carve our own path within the arrangement."

Momo Yaoyorozu, her voice filled with admiration, spoke softly. "You both truly embody the spirit of heroes, embracing challenges head-on while remaining true to yourselves."

(Y/N) smiled, her heart warmed by their words. "Thank you, Momo. We strive to be the best versions of ourselves, not just for each other but for the world we wish to protect."

As the classroom settled into a comfortable silence, (Y/N) took her leave, bidding farewell to the class and leaving Tenya with the bento. She left behind a sense of awe and inspiration, her visit a reminder that love could transcend societal expectations and empower individuals to create their own narratives.

Tenya, holding the bento close to his heart, gazed at the doorway, contemplating the love and support he had found in (Y/N). Their bond, forged through tradition and nurtured by their own commitment, had shaped their journey in unexpected and beautiful ways.

Class 1-A, now even more aware of the depth of Tenya and (Y/N)'s love, exchanged glances filled with newfound respect and understanding. They had witnessed firsthand the power of tradition, the beauty of love, and the unbreakable spirit of their classmate.

And as they continued their second year at U.A. High School, the students of Class 1-A carried within them the lessons of (Y/N)'s visit—cherishing tradition while forging their own paths, embracing love in all its forms, and allowing their relationships to shape their journeys as aspiring heroes.

For within the halls of U.A. High School, the heroes of tomorrow learned that strength lay not only in their quirks but also in the love and support they offered one another. With (Y/N) as an emblem of the enduring power of love, Class 1-A embarked on their path, united by bonds that surpassed expectations and embraced the beauty of shared traditions and new beginnings.

•••

Time had flown swiftly, carrying Class 1-A into their third and final year at U.A. High School. The once-inexperienced heroes had evolved into formidable individuals, their dreams and aspirations within reach. Amidst this season of growth and transition, Tenya and (Y/N) prepared for a momentous occasion—their upcoming wedding.

In the common room of the dorms, a table was adorned with wedding magazines, fabric swatches, and carefully crafted invitations. Tenya and (Y/N) sat side by side, their eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. They were lost in a world of plans and possibilities, weaving their dreams into reality.

As they pored over the details of their special day, the door swung open, and the members of Class 1-A filed into the room. Surprise filled their eyes as they took in the scene before them—a tableau of love, dedication, and commitment.

Izuku Midoriya, his voice filled with awe, was the first to speak. "Tenya, (Y/N), I didn't realize you were planning your wedding already. Congratulations!"

Tenya's cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and slight embarrassment. "Thank you, Midoriya. We've been making preparations over the past few months, taking the time to ensure every detail reflects our shared vision."

Mina Ashido, her eyes wide with anticipation, couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "Can we help? We'd love to be a part of your special day!"

(Y/N) beamed, her heart touched by the support from their friends. "That would mean the world to us, Mina. We'd be grateful for any assistance you can offer."

As the class gathered around the table, the room filled with excitement and the scent of love in the air. The students eagerly poured over magazines, discussing ideas and sharing their own suggestions.

Ochaco Uraraka, her voice filled with enthusiasm, held up a fabric swatch. "What about this color for the bridesmaid dresses? It would complement the theme so well!"

Tenya and (Y/N) exchanged glances, their hearts swelling with gratitude. Their friends' involvement in their special day only deepened their appreciation for the bonds they had formed at U.A. High School.

Eijiro Kirishima, his voice filled with determination, chimed in, "We'll make sure your wedding day is as memorable as possible, Iida. We're a team, after all!"

Tenya's voice carried a mix of gratitude and sincerity. "Thank you, Kirishima. Your unwavering support means the world to us. Our wedding day will be a testament to the bonds we've formed at U.A."

As the planning continued, the students of Class 1-A took on various tasks, each contributing their own unique talents. Momo Yaoyorozu lent her keen eye for design, crafting elegant decorations, while Katsuki Bakugo tackled the task of organizing the explosive wedding fireworks.

Days turned into weeks, and the wedding day drew closer. The dorms became a flurry of activity as Class 1-A dedicated themselves to ensuring every detail was perfect.

On the day of the wedding, the air buzzed with anticipation and joy. The U.A. High School campus was adorned with flowers, and the chapel stood as a symbol of love and unity. Class 1-A stood proudly as witnesses and supporters, their hearts filled with love for their dear friends.

As the ceremony commenced, (Y/N) walked down the aisle, her radiant smile capturing Tenya's heart once more. Tenya stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on (Y/N) as she made her way towards him. Their love shone brightly, a beacon of hope and devotion.

The vows they exchanged were heartfelt and sincere, evoking tears of joy from the gathered friends and family. The couple sealed their union with a kiss, their love celebrated by the cheers and applause of those around them.

As the reception unfolded, the students of Class 1-A reveled in the joyous atmosphere. They danced, laughed, and shared heartfelt moments with one another. The bond they had forged over the years had only grown stronger, and the celebration of Tenya and (Y/N)'s love served as a reminder of the power of friendship and unwavering support.

Amidst the festivities, Tenya and (Y/N) took a moment to steal away, finding solace in each other's arms. They looked out at their friends, their family, and their journey at U.A. High School, overwhelmed with gratitude for the love that surrounded them.

Tenya's voice held a mix of emotion as he whispered, "Thank you, (Y/N). Our love has overcome challenges and surpassed expectations. I am forever grateful for your unwavering support."

(Y/N) smiled, her gaze filled with love and tenderness. "And I, Tenya, am forever grateful for your dedication and the love we share. Our journey has been a testament to the power of love and the strength of our bond."

And so, within the halls of U.A. High School, a love story unfolded, entwined with friendship and support. Class 1-A celebrated the eternal bond between Tenya and (Y/N), a testament to the enduring power of love and the beauty of shared dreams.

As they danced the night away, the students of Class 1-A reveled in the joy of their friends' happiness, knowing that love, unity, and the bonds they had forged at U.A. would forever shape their lives as heroes.

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little-fairy-forest · 1 year

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I just got to know you recently but I'm really impressed with your posts! May I ask you for a scenario where class 1-A finds out one of her classmates is taking a hero course at UA because she, like, lost a bet with old friends ? (you can say that she is really talented and kind but sometimes a bit apathetic, not interested in being a hero or UA sports so it made Izuku or someone a little curious) ( •̀ ω •́ )y btw, have a nice day !

Class 1A x gn! reader, fluff

Notes: This has been in my drafts for MONTHS... new year new me? doing some spring cleaning if you will ✨

Each person in class 1 A knew y/n was something special. Anyone could see how strong they were even without really trying

Most people in the hero course had a reason to be there. May it be because they want to help others, be the best hero the can be, the money and fame,

To y/n being in the hero course was a way of proving to her old friends that they were capable of anything if they really tried

In your final year of middle school your old friends placed a bet to see if you would be able to get into the U.A hero course since the chances of being excepted were slim to none unless you got in through recommendations

You weren't asked why you wanted to become a hero yet by any of your classmates. That was until one curious green haired boy asked you during lunch one day

"so L/N, why did you want to become a hero?" Midoriya asked straight out as he put a piece of carrot in his mouth

You looked at the boy across from you at the lunch room table as you decided whether or not to tell the truth,

"I lost a bet" you put it simply as you moved the food around in your bowl with your chopsticks, You could feel their curiosity radiating off their bodies

"huh? you lost a bet?" Kaminari asks in a confused tone. Everyone agreed with him by nodding and mumbling with their mouths full of food waiting for you to continue

you sigh realising you would have to explain the whole story. You just wanted to eat your lunch to be honest

"so that's really it I guess, I'm not that fussed about being a big time hero once I get my full licence" you say eating some of your lunch as you fail to see the look of surprise on your classmates faces.

The whole story didn't take long to explain as everyone was listening intensely hanging on to each word you said

"so yer tellin me you didn't come here to be number one?!" Bakugo states angerly at the new found information, pissed at the thought of you not caring to beat him. Well that's how bakugo sees this

"So you are so good at controlling your quirk, you managed to pass and get into class 1-A like a breeze since you didn't have much time to train?" Sero asks to clarify, you nod as he looks back at Kaminari with a shocked face

"I'm glad to see you finding a passion for heroism now L/n!" Iida says cheerfully as you smile back at him

They continue to ask about why your not friends with your old friends anymore, after they hear because you found out they wanted to use you for clout and money once you became a pro, you dropped them.

Nor very god friends if they only wanted you for money and fame..

-> masterlist

#bnha #little fairy forest #bnha imagines #mha headcanons #mha fluff #mha x y/n #bnha headcanons #class 1 a x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha kaminari #sero x you #deku midoriya #bnha shoto todoroki

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deus-ex-mona · 2 months

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man. this song reminds me of physiology class

#throwback to physiology class [x] years ago when this clique sitting behind me drank a sip of water every time #our lecturer said the word ‘infarction’#they kept tricking her into saying the word which was pretty funny at the time #but that’s just what this song reminds me of with the frequency at which they say the phrase ‘white day kiss’#of all of the new album songs to get stuck in my head… it’s this and abs.#can’t stop thinking about meoto but white day kiss is looping in my mind aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #i. i think i need some sleep. but my album’s supposed to arrive within the next 2 hours and aufhhfjfjjfjrjdjdjdjdhs #5-7pm delivery is too cruel of a delivery slot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#g god i really shouldn’t have stayed up for meoto… maybe i’d have a little more sanity then…#i keep going back to my tl to look for typos and im just. wondering if this song is really real.#like. dammit. promises to stay by each other’s sides forever???? even through reincarnation too???#wh. what are the chances that we’ll get a meoto mv this week? (pls say more than 0)#i think we could all windows movie maker a 1-2 image white day kiss mv from the honeypre event illusts if we tried hard enough sooooooo #i sure hope that if any new song gets an mv this week it’ll be meoto!!!!!!!#pls lemme see them being in love all through the seasons ill c r y #ok i’ll shut up for now see you within 2 hours (maybe) when d to the h to the l finally gives me my album

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bokunosoul · 2 years

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I would like to request class 1-a reacting to a nezuko-like reader, if you want to of course?

Class I-a reacts to reader that is like nezuko from DS

Pretty cool quirk you have there

Exploding blood, cool!

You scored pretty well in the admission test pretty well, plus the recommendations from your former school aswell

Will 100% will get along with everyone

Will be mistaken as vlad kings daughter all the TIME.

Because you two have a pretty similar quirk.

i headcannon that you will probably get into ryukyu's agency

Would feel also comfortable around Midoriya telling all of your problems

Would also bake pastries with Sato during gatherings and for fun

Punishing mineta by headbutting

Would also get along with the seniors! especially nejire

Class 1 a would really like your personality because of your kindness

Bakugo would be enraged (probably because your quirk is explosive)

Everyone calls you "the nice bakugo"

I think your teacher mentor would be vlad king because of your similar quirk!

Would pick fun names for your hero name like blood hero : scarlet/crimson??? smth like that

Sparring also with ojiro is fun, and Koda?!?!, would also be entrust his pet rabbit to you when he has something to do

#bnha x gn!reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #class 1 a x reader #mha #my hero academia #mha x y/n #mha headcanons #demon slayer

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opens-up-4-nobody · 3 months

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#love that my body decided to incapacitate me the weekend before i have to read 5 different papers for classes #and it would b one thing to just read them but no for 3 of them i have to give detailed interpretation and 1 i have to present on #ive already failed to read one bc i forgot we had to do 2 papers for monday. oops. not that i could have done it anyway. i barely got 1 done #and im on track to fucking up the one due Tomorrow as well #im just fucking tired of reading fucking chemistry driven papers that i dont understand no matter how many times i read them #and everyones like oh itll get easier but no it fucking wont bc i cant fucking read right #its so fucking frustrating. why do i even bother? im so tried #i don't even have the paper im supposed to present on so ill have to do it all tomorrow. cool. great. not that i could do it today anyway #im just. this is gonna b a difficult week #and i misused my whole day by doing extractions bc i scheduled my training a week ago when i thought i would b fine over the weekend #nope. its fucking bullshit. this is y im like. y do i even want to b in academia?#how could i b a prof if i cant read well? its fine to b dyslexic as a math person but im like i have to read so much and so little gets thru #but then what the fuck else am i supposed to do? idk. im just gonna write down something for all these questions and go tf to sleep #ill get up at some horrible time in the morning to finish this. damn the consequences. ill see my therapist tomorrow anyway #and meet with my advisor like 🤪 yo guess what i made zero progress this week #sorry u got stuck with me while im going thru a year of fucking health problems #but whatever cant get rid of me now im already here. here and tired and i wanna go to bed #unrelated

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mllechartreux · 2 years

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Halloween Surprise

Summary: Your Halloween costume is a surprise for Shoto.

Content: fluff, established relationship, characters are 18-19.

W/C: 639

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“Love, are you almost ready?” Shoto asked patiently, muffled voice coming through from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Yea, give me 5 minutes, I’ll be out.”

Class 1-A was having a Halloween party and invited all the third years, even those from different courses. Your boyfriend, Shoto, then insisted on escorting you to the party after you confirmed you would go. You tried to convince him not to trouble himself since you were from the Department of Support and your dorm was pretty far from 1-A’s, but your excuses fell flat. He simply said, “Nothing I do for you is a bother, even so, with my ice I’ll be there in seconds, it’s no worry love.”

The problem wasn’t the distance or walking with him to the party, your surprise would’ve just been that much more dramatic if you showed up to the party alone. You had been working on your costume for a week now, and it was perfect down to every detail. The outfit, the shoes, the hair and even the makeup, which you were putting the finishing touches on now.

You flattened the wig to your head one last time, taking a good look in the mirror at your appearance. The door to the girls’ bathroom opened just enough to allow your head to peek out and scan the hallway for Shoto. With the hallway empty, you concluded he was probably in the common area.

It was the gasps from your classmates who noticed you first that alerted Shoto. He craned his neck from his place on the couch to see what the commotion was about. Here you were, standing before him, as him. Your hair was long, silky straight and dual colored, red and white with bangs, like his of course. Your jacket was blue and a tactical vest was overlaying it, just like his of course, except for the inviting amount of cleavage. Even your belt and boots were just like his, canisters swinging against each thigh and boots slightly platformed from the anti-slip spikes. The only difference and perhaps the most satisfying part was the plushness of your thighs, peeking out from in between the skirt that matched the jacket and a pair of black thigh high tights.

Silently, with eyes trained on, as far as he was concerned, the only person in the room, he approached you. Still a few steps away from you, he stopped to admire you in full, looking up and down, a light blush adorned his cheeks. How, he wondered, you even had his scar. He noticed all of this yet couldn’t seem, or didn’t mind, to see how you were fidgeting under the intensity of his attention.

“Sho, please say something,” you smiled nervously.

He grasped your hands at your sides, “Wow, I’m sorry, but I’m stunned into silence by how beautiful you are.”

“You’re not just saying that because I look like the school’s prettiest boy right?” giggling at his confession.

“No, you were already the prettiest girl in school before this,” voice low and slightly raspy, filled with genuineness and affection.

“Sho…,” You bring him into a tight hug, smiling brightly but careful not to get any of your makeup on his costume. He was going as a skeleton because he only cared to give the “bare bones minimum”. When he told you that he smiled so innocently, like a child who finished making a drawing for their parents.

He cupped the back of your head and used his other hand to press into your lower back, arching your body against his, “Let’s go show everyone that you make a far better me,” he lulled, before pulling back just enough to see your face and press his lips into yours for a slow meaningful kiss.

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utsukushisa0 · 2 years

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I want to write an actual fic but I have no idea where to start 😐😃

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niki-phoria · 10 months

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Can you do a sieun x tall himbo male reader

Maybe where sieun is teaching reader a math problem but reader is distracted or where reader is clumsy all the time and bumps into doors bc of how tall he is?

pairing: sieun x male!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 635

includes: established relationship, kinda mixed these ideas together lol, reader is taller than sieun, wrote this over a few days and didn't proofread it so maybe not the most cohesive fic i've made lol

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

feedback is always appreciated <33

your eyes flutter closed as you lean your head down against your folded arms, zoning out the lecture from your math teacher in favour of getting a few more minutes of sleep. you can all but feel sieun’s eyes on you as his glare burns a hole into your head.

you startle awake when the bell rings, announcing the end of your class. you stifle a yawn as you quickly shove your books into your backpack before making your way over to sieun’s desk. you softly smile down at him as he tugs his own bag over his shoulders.

“ready?”

sieun simply nods, silently reaching over to take your hand into his. he subtly tugs you away from the side of the door before your shoulder hits the metal frame.

you absentmindedly swing your intertwined hands as you follow sieun down the steps of the school and up to his apartment. “you really should pay attention in class,” he says as he momentarily lets go to unlock his front door.

you let out a small hum in response. sieun watches as you kick your shoes off and slip your feet into a special pair of slides he had bought shortly after you started dating. “why would i? you’re my favourite teacher anyway.”

sieun’s face flushes slightly when you lean down to press a quick kiss against his forehead before you make yourself comfortable at his dining table. he sits across from you at the table as you pull out your textbooks and worksheets.

hours pass by with nothing but the occasional noise of a page being flipped or sieun’s pencil scratching against his notebook. you lean back in your chair to stretch out your sore muscles. you flip through the last remaining pages filled with problems; a soft huff escapes you at the seemingly never ending list.

you cover your face with your hand as yet another yawn escapes you. you rest your head against your hand; your tired eyes drifting from the pages of practice problems up to your boyfriend instead. your lips quirk into a soft smile as you observe each of his delicate features: his full cheeks; the way his eyes light up whenever he solves a new problem; his chapped lips and the way he occasionally bites them whenever he gets stuck.

sieun glances up at you with slightly furrowed eyebrows at the prolonged silence. “y/n?” he whispers.

“hm?”

“...did you hear me?”

“sorry,” you chuckle, shaking your head slightly. “i was distracted by seeing the most handsome boy i’ve ever seen in front of me.”

sieun’s face flushes a deep red. he lets out a nervous chuckle as he glances back down at his textbook to gather his composure before looking back up at you. “tired?”

“exhausted,” you hum. you rub the tiredness out of your eyes once again.

sieun closes his notebook, reaching over to grab your hand as he stands up. “come on, then,” he says. you furrow your eyebrows slightly but follow him nonetheless, letting him guide you into his bedroom.

inside is a small room with a bed sitting in the corner and a desk pushed up against the adjacent wall. various notes and passages have been taped up to the wall. sheer, white curtains delicately hang over the only window in the room.

sieun guides you over to his bed to sit beside him. you silently follow his lead as you lay down beside him underneath the covers. you curl up beside his body as best as you can despite the small space, letting out a content sigh as he gently rubs a hand against your back to soothe you. “i love you, sieun,” you whisper.

he softly smiles before leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. “get some rest, y/n.”

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