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vanxcks · 5 years

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we’ll be fathers, sort of

Crowley oversees the baby-switching process, and, in a moment of either goodness or stupidity, saves the third baby from being disposed of. or, the parenting!au that nobody asked for.

(loosely based on @aelita15‘s post)

Word Count: 1485

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“Aziraphale,” Crowley says into the phone, hands gripping the steering wheel, “I’ve got a problem.”

“I don’t have time for a problem right now, Crowley, I’ve got a meeting with one of those dreadful men in the black glasses in just a few moments. They want to buy the bookshop.”

“You’re selling the bookshop?” Crowley sputters, veering around a car in front of him. He can hear the little basket in the back sliding across the seat, and he glances at it.

“No, no, of course not. Why would you think that?”

Crowley huffs, exasperated, as he hears a thin wail start up behind him. Why do people like babies? Why would anyone ever choose to have one? This one’s only been in his possession for a few hours, and already it’s making him want to climb out the window of his very fast-moving car. “I’m coming over, angel,” he says, and then hangs up the phone before Aziraphale can even think to protest.

It had all started at the nunnery, right after the switch had been made. He’d decided at the last moment to oversee the process, and couldn’t help but feel a little twinge of concern when the shorter nun, the tired looking one, said she would “dispose of the baby.”

“Sorry, erm, ma’am,” he’d said, rushing after her down the hallway, “what exactly is going to happen to the child?”

“We’re disposing of it. No adoption agencies nearby, and there’ve been whispers in the air that the nunnery is going to break apart soon. No time to raise the child ourselves, you understand.”

“And by dispose of, you mean…”

“We prefer the term dispose, but if you must know, we’re going to kill it.”

Crowley groans and ran his hands through his hair. This is ridiculous. This isn’t him. Or at least, this hasn’t been him, not since the fall.

Well, maybe there was a time, after the fall, that he still tried to be good. He didn’t become a demon because he was evil, after all. But.

And now there’s a baby, about to be murdered. “Why didn’t you lie to me? Why didn’t you say that you were going to get it adopted?” Crowley asked wretchedly.

“Excuse me?”

“Alright, here,” Crowley said, holding out his hands.

“What are you doing?” the nun asked, looking quite put out by all of this.

“I’ll take the baby.”

“What?”

“It’s part of,” he said, scrambling to come up with the right words to explain why a demon would ever want to rescue a child, “the er, the Grand Plan. The people up there, I mean. I’ve got strict orders.”

“Oh,” the nun said, eyes widening. “You mean I have to…” Crowley nodded meaningfully, and she jumped into action. “Oh, I’m so sorry. We had no idea you had orders, else we would never have—”

“Oh, it’s alright, it’s alright. Tell you what—the Head Office actually meant for this to be a small thing, secretive. Can’t have it getting out that we’re rescuing babies, am I right? If you don’t tell Sister—what’s it, Loquacious or something—then I won’t tell the people up there,” he looked upwards meaningfully, “about this little near-mistake.”

“May I ask—why are you rescuing babies anyway?”

“Oh, sorry—” he said, snapping his fingers and pulling his now loudly ringing phone out of his pocket, “phone call.” Then, “Hi, Crowley here,” and under his breath, “mind if I get a basket?”

And now he’s careening down a raging London road, and the baby is making a shrill shrieking noise Crowley has no idea how to deal with, and he’s regretting a very large portion of the last century.

“Angel!” he exclaims, throwing the bookshop door open.

“Crowley!” Aziraphale cries, standing up from his little mahogany desk. The shop is crowded with books, piled on every surface, even the ugly tartan couch. Crowley had tried to get Aziraphale to throw out that couch too many times, but he always insisted it was stylish. “Oh, I do hope you miracled that door open,” he says, wringing his hands, “it’s much too expensive for me to keep replacing it every time I come over.”

“Course I miracled it, angel,” Crowley says, placing the basket in Aziraphale’s arms. He receives it with a fair amount of reluctance.

“What is this?” Aziraphale asks, looking up at Crowley and down at the basket and back again.

“Sorry?” Crowley asks, hurrying over to the little door that he knows leads to the staircase, and then to Aziraphale’s apartment. “Do you have any extra blankets?”

“Blankets? For who—” The baby starts to wail again, a thin and weak sound, and Crowley looks back to see Aziraphale staring down at the basket, stricken. “Crowley, you didn’t—”

“Come on, follow me,” Crowley says, cocking his head in a come with me gesture.

“I can’t leave the baby!” Aziraphale cries, still standing as if he’s frozen.

“Then bring it with you!”

“I—yes. Fine. Alright.” And Aziraphale follows Crowley up the stairs.

“Sorry, did you say that you had spare blankets or not?”

“I’ve got a set, in the—the back cupboard, but could you—could you please tell me what is going on?” Aziraphale asks, and Crowley can tell that he would be wringing his hands if they were available.

Crowley takes the box from Aziraphale’s hands and lays it on the bed. “Aziraphale, I need help,” he says.

“You need help—of course you need help. How did you get the baby?”

“Armageddon?”

“Yes, angel, Armageddon. The whole world is melting into a pile of burning goo in eleven years, and I had to deliver it. I mean, not deliver Armageddon, but deliver the baby. Which is the antichrist.”

“You brought the antichrist into my bookshop?” Aziraphale cries, taking a step away from the now wailing basket.

“Oh—no, no. There were two—three babies. And one of them was with an American woman, and one of them went to one from Tadfield, or somewhere in that area. The one that the American woman got was the Antichrist.”

“Crowley, you’re not making any sense!”

“We had to switch out the babies, see? Quick little switcharoo.”

Aziraphale makes a little noise of horror, and Crowley presses on.

“But then we have an extra baby. You’ve got a baby, and then you replace it with Satan’s child,” (another noise of horror), “and now you’ve got an extra baby. So what’d’you do with that one? Where does it go? Down the garbage chute, according to the nuns.”

“They threw it away?”

“Well, no. They killed it. Well, no. I took it. See? Are you happy? I saved the baby!”

“But—Crowley—oh, could you make it be quiet?” Aziraphale asks, exhaustion and anxiety written all over his face.

Crowley grumbles something and snaps his fingers, then opens the basket and fiddles around a little. There’s a moment’s pause, and then the crying stops.

Aziraphale’s eyes go wide. “Did you—”

“Kill it? No. Why’d I go through all the trouble of saving it’s life just to kill it? I got it a drink.”

“A drink?”

“Food, Aziraphale, food. Do you even know how babies work?”

“Oh,” Aziraphale says, and Crowley can see him physically relax. He walks to Crowley’s side, peeking in. “So, erm. What exactly are you planning to do with this baby, now you have it?”

“Aaaand that’s where you come in,” Crowley says, wincing.

“Crowley, I am not taking care of that child!” Aziraphale cries, straightening again.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying at all! I mean, not alone. At least.”

“Are you really planning to raise it?”

“Of course not! Just keep it, y’know, until it’s of adoptable age, or something. Or until I have the papers together. This child doesn’t technically have parents, remember? And if we turn it over to the authorities they might figure out we switched the babies, and then we’re in a whole lot of trouble. We don’t want the people up there calling in, do we?” He points at the ceiling, but he knows Aziraphale can tell he’s really pointing at something much farther away than that.

“No, I suppose we don’t,” Aziraphale says, wringing his hands. Crowley waits, looking at him over his sunglasses. Finally, he takes in a breath and straightens. “You must stay here, though.”

“Here? Why? What do you mean?”

“You have to stay in my flat. Because let’s be honest, your apartment is no place to be raising a child. And I refuse to let you put this all on me.”

This could mean a lot of things. Crowley doubts strongly that he’ll end up moving into Aziraphale’s apartment permanently; he doesn’t really believe that this will last, for some reason. They’ll get out of it, they always do. And then it’s back to normal life, in their separate flats, only meeting up to discuss the Arrangement and have drinks. And that’s the only reason he says “Fine.”

#good omens fic #ineffable husbands fic #parenting au #fluff #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens #fic #yes i changed the title sue me

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fishfingersandjellybabies · 6 years

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Hush Little Baby - fic

Characters: Diana Prince, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Lois Lane, babies Jon and Damian Summary: What a sight. Batman and Superman - The World’s Finest, and toughest, and scariest - holding their infant sons. A/N: mumble-mumble AU where Jon was born and Damian was found not long after, still as a baby, just slightly older. Since this is in the past, it’s pre-Tim and later Batfam, and pre-any Jason sadness. Jason’s probably 13 or whatever, and Dick’s like 18 or 19. They’re in the Watchtower, and this is the first time all outside direct family is meeting each other’s babies. This plotless garbage, I just wanted to write about baby super sons.

“This is...something.” Diana hummed in amusement. There was joy too, though. The most absolute joy you could ever feel, she thought, this sight in front of her. “This wasn’t...planned, was it?”

Clark laughed, but Bruce frowned, and the babies in their arms both just stared curiously up at them.

“Absolutely not.” Lois cackled from the sofa nearby. “But oh my god, this could not be more perfect. Or more hilarious.”

Bruce, somehow, was able to frown even deeper as he glanced at Clark. “Your wife is less than helpful, I hope you know.”

Clark just shrugged, and leaned down to rub his nose against his son’s.

“Names?” Diana asked as she came closer, sat against the table in front of her friends. “Tell me they aren’t Bruce jr. and Clark jr. I won’t allow my godsons to have such embarrassments forced upon them.”

“Who said you were either of their godmother?” Bruce hummed haughtily. Diana just stared pointedly at him, unperturbed.

“Aunt, then. But I shall decide later.”

“Jonathan.” Clark answered the original question. “Jonathan Samuel Kent.”

Jonathan giggled. Diana turned expectantly towards Bruce.

“...Damian.” Bruce whispered, glancing down at his own baby, six or so months older than Jon. “I...Talia didn’t mention a middle name. So I...I don’t know his.”

Damian stared upwards like he was waiting. Bruce smiled softly down at him, running a hand over his head. Damian grinned almost-toothlessly at him.

“Not all people have middle names. I don’t.” Diana tried to soothe the sadness she knew was budding in Bruce’s soul. She reached out, grasping the babies’ hands, one by one. “Hello Jonathan. Hello Damian. I am so honored to meet you both.”

Jon giggled again. Damian just stared at her for a second, before reaching out his hand in demand for hers. When she offered it, he clung to her finger like he owned it. Jon clapped in victory.

“They are precious.” Diana decided. “They are the most precious beings I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“We think so too.” Lois chimed proudly.

“What do your other children think?” Diana asked Bruce thoughtfully.

“I don’t think Dick’s ever been more in love so fast in his life.” Bruce chuckled. “Jason is...coming around.”

“Kara too.” Clark agreed warmly. “She’s already trying to teach him Kryptonian.”

“Ka!” Jon cooed, as if he knew. “Ka! Ka!”

“Kara thinks he’s trying to say her name. She’s very smug about it, that her cousin’s son’s first words will be about her.” Lois laughed, shooting her husband an amused look. Clark visibly pouted.

“We’re working on that.” He added.

“You’re both welcome to join our betting pool.” Lois winked towards Diana and grinned at Bruce. “Don’t worry honey, my money’s still on a last minute switcharoo to Kal.”

“See what I deal with?” Clark grumbled to Bruce. Bruce smiled, but his eyes were still sad as they stared down at his son. At his baby.

“…It’s alright, Bruce.” Diana whispered. “He’s safe now.”

“But he wasn’t.” Bruce countered. “He wasn’t. She had my baby and she didn’t tell me.“

“Then I thank the gods that you found him.” Diana said simply. “The damage could have been much worse.”

“Any damage at all is bad enough.” Bruce lamented. Damian continued to stare up at him with big, curious eyes. “Because he’s just a baby.”

Silence, then. Silence beyond the contented gurgling of Jon. Damian just watched, shoving his fist in his mouth.

“Because he’s my baby.” Bruce breathed. “Oh my god, I have a baby.”

“And you will raise him with all the grace and wisdom as you’ve raised the others.” Diana promised, gently grasping Bruce’s wrist. “You have him now. Your family has him now.”

“He’s gonna grow up happy and loved and safe, Bruce.” Clark murmured. “And if you need help, Lois and I will be there. We’ll help you. We can all help each other. We’ll raise Damian and Jon together. How does that sound?”

Bruce smiled, just a little. Damian tilted his head and gurgled. Jon giggled at nothing.

“That’d be nice.” Bruce whispered almost nostalgically. “Then the boys would never be alone, no matter what.”

“Not that they ever would be, regardless.” Diana chimed, holding her arms out to both men, a silent request for the babies. “They have me, and the entire rest of the League, along with their own families.”

As Clark and Bruce glanced at each other, Lois came over, carefully plucking Jon up and placing him in one of Diana’s arms. Then, without asking, she took Damian from Bruce too, putting him in Diana’s other arm.

Diana immediately stood and turned away, rocking the boys gently and humming a soft lullaby.

“You are beautiful, my sweet nephews.” She whispered. Damian reached for her hair. “Your parents are strong, compassionate people, and I want you both to know how much they all adore you so.”

Jon made a noise, almost like he was saying “wha?!” and Lois laughed out loud.

“And you are strong.” Diana continued, bouncing her nose off Damian’s already closed fist. “You two will be heroes greater than the Justice League in its entirety. There will be stories and songs and art made in your honor, and for the goodness you shall spread, both on this planet and beyond the stars.”

“But no pressure or anything, right Diana?” Clark snorted. Even Bruce cracked a smile at that.

“None.” She returned seriously, still weaving around the room. No more words were said, and the adults just watched as the boys slowly began to fall asleep in her arms.

“…Diana.” Bruce half scolded after a few more minutes. “You know you’ll have to give them back eventually, right?”

“...Perhaps.” She said slyly, with a wicked grin. “Perhaps not.”

And neither Bruce nor Clark got the chance to counter her, before the door to the room slammed open, and in rushed not only Jason and Dick, but a few of Dick’s Titan friends as well.

The Titans remained at the door, though, respectfully, yet eagerly, patient. Jason did not do the same, eyes darting around the room until he spotted Diana, rushing up to her side to stare down at his brother. Dick came a little slower after him.

Damian, for once, did not stir at the commotion. Neither did Jon. Both remained blissfully dozing in Diana’s strong arms.

“Has he said anything yet?” Jason asked excitedly.

“Jason.” Bruce sighed fondly. “I told you. He’s only nine months old. He can’t talk yet.”

“And I told you that Talia said he was smart.” Jason countered, even as Dick rubbed his hair playfully. “So you never know, B.”

“His first word is not going to be Jason.” Dick laughed. “Or shit.”

“Well it sure as hell isn’t going to be your name, Dick.“ Jason smirked back. He glanced up at Diana with a hint of puppy eyes, before gently reaching up for Damian himself.

Diana handed him over, and Jason instantly cradled him to his chest protectively. Damian’s eyes blinked open sleepily, and Jason immediately kissed his forehead, rocking him like an expert.

“Coming around, huh, Bruce?” Lois muttered knowingly. Bruce grinned sheepishly.

Dick lingered at Diana’s side for a moment, before turning towards Clark and Lois. “May I?”

The Kents both nodded.

Dick grinned widely as he reached for little Jon, mimicking Jason’s gentleness.

“Man, he is the perfect mix of both of you.” Dick breathed in awe. Jon gurgled and reached for his nose. “You got real damn lucky in the gene pool, kid. You know that?”

“I apologize in advance.” Bruce hummed with a lopsided grin. “If you thought he visited you too much before, Clark...you’ll never be rid of him now.”

“A ‘nuisance’ we’ll be happy to have.” Lois confirmed. “And I hope he’ll bring his little brothers with him more often than not.”

“As soon as everything with Talia is settled, and I don’t think he’s in danger from Ra’s or the League.” Bruce murmured softly. “Then Damian can be down there as often as you want him to be.”

“And Jason.” Lois chimed. “I didn’t just mean the baby.”

“If you need help with that, Bruce, I’m here for you, one hundred percent. I won’t let Talia take him away from you.” Clark swore. He glanced to the boys, and couldn’t help his grin. Asked again: “…They love him already, huh?”

“Adore him, absolutely.” Bruce corrected wistfully. “Jon too, since the moment I told them about him.”

Clark grinned proudly, as Lois sat on the arm of his chair. He quickly put an arm around her hips, squeezing her gently. “How’d we get so lucky, Bruce?”

He watched with his own smile as Dick and Jason got close. As Damian suddenly whined and reached out, found Jon’s own waving fist and clung to it, cooing. As Dick and Jason glanced at each other, then their friends, laughing and holding the babies even closer together.

“I have no earthly idea, Clark.”

#Damian Wayne #jon kent #diana prince #clark kent #bruce wayne #Lois Lane

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ao3feed-danganronpa · 2 years

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Rabbit Stew

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by oneunluckyclover

“I can drink your blood if you let me, baby. Hanging from your rafters, patchwork and paisley. I suck you dry on the rocks with a twist, but just like a vampire, I don’t exist.”

“I can drink your blood if you let me, baby. Drain you of your love until you hate me.”

Two dumbass boyfriends try cooking, Komaeda is rather upset he can’t eat the stew so Hinata helps.

Werewolf x Vampire? Nah Rabbit hybrid x Vampire? Hell yeah

Words: 494, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Bunny hybrid au things, very funky

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Super Dangan Ronpa 2

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Komaeda Nagito, Hinata Hajime

Relationships: Hinata Hajime/Komaeda Nagito, Hinata Hajime & Komaeda Nagito

Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Non-Graphic Violence, wow that’s a new one for bunny series, Rabbit!Hinata, good ol’ switcharoo, well he’s technically a hare, Consensual Blood Drinking, is blood good in soup, this is kind of gross, monster/vampire romance, Vampires, vampire!Komaeda, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Cuddles, living in a castle? Nah, living in a church, Blood Soup - Freeform

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #dr

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kvvmtaehyung · 6 years

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BTS Masterlist

Main Masterlist can be found here

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⇻ SOMETHING TO PLEASE NOTE: I do cuss a lot and so in these AUs there will be [a lot] curse words.

⇻ Disclaimer: All works are written by myself and thought of myself. Any copyright infringement, reposting on any other social media or website, and any act of plagiarism will be dealt with using legal action. ^^ To read more on the License ^^

Updated: January 2, 2019

Legend /🔑:

Drabbles/One-shots/Headcanons:📝

Fake Texts/SNS: 📲

Multi-ch/series: 📚

Requested: 🖤

Trigger Warning: 💌

These emojis (genres) are for written things, not text AUs

⛄️=fluff

🌧 =angst

😂=humor

💋=romance

🔞=mature

All:

1. [FINISHED]📲📚 Nicknames

You’ve been friends with BTS for years, but all of a sudden all of the things you’ve done in the past starts coming at you. Left and right, problems are thrown at you. Testing your relationships with those around you. You even make new relationships when you meet Dabin and Christian. ↳ Nicknames Masterlist

2. 📲Our Fridge is Missing

"Hey, is your refrigerator running?” "Yes” “Then you better catch it🤣” ↳ Our Fridge is Missing

3. [FINISHED] 📚🌧💋⛄️🔞Questions

You can’t help but question life sometimes. Do your memories flash right before your eyes when you die? Does reincarnation really happen? When we die, do we end up loving the same soul that we had loved in our past life? Such questions are so difficult to answer, but what happens if you go through it yourself? Will you ever be able to tell another soul? Or is it an endless cycle? You meet seven guys in different lifetimes in different eras, each one having some sort of significance in your life. You just can’t pinpoint what his importance is

This is mature content in the aspect that there are several major character deaths in this. Please be aware before reading this. ↳ Questions

Hyung Line:

1. [finished] 📲💌 Comfort

Sometimes, things just feel wrong. And thanks to your boyfriend, there’s times where everything suddenly falls back into place.Talk about wanting to give up, having a panic/anxiety attack, not feeling good enough. ↳ Comfort

2. [finished] 📲🖤Jealousy

What happens when Y/N hangs out with the other members rather than their boyfriend? ↳ Jealousy

Maknae Line:

1. 📲🖤Jealousy

What happens when Y/N hangs out with the other members rather than their boyfriend? ↳ Jealousy

2. 📲 Vmin Missing Hope

They miss Hoseok so much that they FaceTime him before they sleep and right when they wake up. ↳ Missing Hope

Kim Namjoon/RM

1. 📲 Cute bf= Cute Friends?

Namjoon has a group of close friends and you love to joke around with him about how they’re really cute ↳ Let’s Eat at the Cafe

2. [finished]📲 All Eyes on Me

What happens when Namjoon’s personal FBI agent gets into contact with him? Will they be able to become friends, maybe even lovers? Wouldn’t you get in trouble if you fell in love with the person you’re supposed to keep an eye on?

This short series is gender neutral! ↳ Masterlist

3. 📝⛄️💋 HC: boyfriend

This is what I imagine Namjoon would be like as your significant other. ↳ Joonie

4. 📲 Reading with Namjoon

You and Namjoon love to read, so you’ve both started a small tradition where you’ll have a certain piece/work to read and you’ll discuss it.

A/N: These will be books I’ve read and my thoughts, considering Joon loves to read as well, I will incorporate him into how I believe he’d react. This may have more things I’ve read. It all depends on how I feel. ↳ The Metamorphosis (bf!RM)

5. 📝 ⛄️ 🌧 💋 Forever Rain

A love story where you and Namjoon meet each other by chance and promise to be there for one another every time it rains, you two meet at the park and have your own spot. But what happens if the rain isn’t forever? ↳ Forever Rain

Kim Seokjin/Jin

1. 📲 Random Snapchats

Sometimes you have days where you don’t want to go to school, but Jin always makes your morning better when he sends you cute stuff like when he sends you a snapchat. ↳ Time for school

2. 📝⛄️💋 HC: boyfriend

This is what I imagine Jin would be like as your significant other. ↳ Jinnie [coming soon]

3. 📲 I Took Something...

You were hanging out with the boys and decided you wanted to go back to your place, which isn’t too far from BTS. HOWEVER, you realized that you accidentally took something with you… now your bestfriend Jin has to help you out of this damn mess! ↳ What’d You Take?

Min Yoongi/Suga

1. 📲 Random Snapchats

Imagine having Yoongi as your boyfriend. You’d send him selfies on snapchat and he’d reply, looking reallly good. ↳ Y’all Lookin Good

2. [finished]📲 Fuckin’ Idiots

What happens when the boys play truth or dare? Why is Yoongi wearing a Chimmy costume? What will you do?

two part series ↳ Truth or Dare? // Free Food?

3. 📝⛄️💋 HC: boyfriend

This is what I imagine Yoongi would be like as your significant other. ↳ Suga Suga[coming soon]

4. 📲 Switcharoo

It’s your boyfriend’s, Yoongi, birthday today! However you thought it was tomorrow. Shit, you mixed up the days for his birthday! How will you fix this? Will he get mad or hurt? ↳ Birthday

5. [finished]📲📚 Dance Studio

Hoseok is a well known dancer and choreographer. He loves teaching people new choreo, so he has workshops at the dance Studio. Y/N has a crush on Hoseok and decides to join a workshop one day… thing is, she can’t dance AT ALL. PLUS, she’s got history with some of Hoseok’s friends. What happens then? ↳ Masterlist

Jung Hoseok/J-Hope

1. [finished]📲📚 Dance Studio

2. 📲 Surprises are Everywhere

It’s Hoseok’s birthday! You wanna plan something cute for your man, and you’ll need help. But of course, he can’t know what you’re up to. ↳ Surprises

3. 📝⛄️💋 HC: boyfriend

This is what I imagine Hoseok would be like as your significant other. ↳ My Hope

4. 📲 Love & Support Hixtape

In honor of Hope World/hixtape, here’s you and your boyfriend talking about how much you love him and his mixtape. ↳ My Hope’s World

Park Jimin

1. 📲 IG Posts

Jimin is constantly on IG that sometimes he forgets to reply… or even go to class. YIKES ↳ First posts

2. 📲 Bestfriends to Lovers to…?

You and Jimin have been bestfriends for years, you didn’t know he was in love with you until one day he confesses his heart to you. Suddenly, you’re in a relationship with him and you find yourself being in the relationship just to keep him happy. Not because you love him, this is far too much for you now. You realize you can’t continue to hurt yourself and him, so what happens? ↳ Bestfriends to Lovers to…?

3. 📝⛄️💋 HC: boyfriend

This is what I imagine Jimin would be like as your significant other. ↳ Jiminie [coming soon]

Kim Taehyung/V

1. 📲Random Cuddles

Just random texts or snapchats of Taehyung wanting to cuddle with y/n ↳ Just Cuddle Yeontan ↳ Exposing Tanie

2. 📲 Random Snapchats

Imagine ignoring Taehyung, he gets even cuter when he’s pouty. ↳ Ignoring

You get cute little snapchats from your love, Tae. He’s such a cutie :(( ↳ What’s on my mind? Guess!

It’s winter where Tae is and he wants to make sure you always keep warm. ↳ Baby It’s Cold Out

3. [finished] 📲📚: Roses🥀

What happens when y/n and Christian break up? Will it truly be the end for them? Y/N continues to text Christian’s phone, but will he always remain having the same number? At first, Christian texts back… until one day Kim Taehyung is the one that texts back. ↳ Masterlist

4. 📝⛄️💋 HC: boyfriend

This is what I imagine Taehyung would be like as your significant other. ↳ Tae as a Boyfriend

5. 📲 Random Texts: bff!Tae

Your bestfriend Taehyung is someone you can talk to about anything and everything. You love that you can jump from different topics and it’s not weird at all. ↳ BigBootyBitch

6. 📝🌧💋⛄️ Love, Confessions

Imagine going into a Magic Shop where whoever walks into the store sees the truth that they’re scared to see. If you were to walk in, what is the truth you need to realize? And what does Taehyung have to do with it? ↳ Love, Confessions

Jeon Jungkook

1. 📲 Random Snapchats

Mission Guk’s Duck Lips// Your boyfriend has a habit, well, lots of habits. One of your favorites is when he does the duck lips. You’ve been on a mission to catch every duck lip pose he does. ↳ Pt 1 ↳ Pt 2 ↳ Pt 3

2. [finished] 📲📚🖤 I’ll Love You to the Moon and Back

Jungkook’s favorite film is 君の名は。and because of this film he’s a huge softie when it comes to soulmates. Y/N read up on the red string of fate, and fell in love with it. She believes that the people that come into her life are there for a reason. Their bestfriends buy them bracelets that represent the red string of fate. Will it be love at first sight? ↳ Masterlist

3. 📝⛄️💋 HC: boyfriend

This is what I imagine Jungkook would be like as your significant other. ↳ Babyboy

4. 📲 It’s All Fun & Games Until...

You and Jungkook are having some trust issues right now. What did Jungkook do for you to react this way? Will you two be okay? ↳ It’s All Fun & Games until...

#bts masterlist #bts scenarios #bts fake texts #bts texts #bts #kvvmtaehyungKeepUpdated

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ronsenboobi · 6 years

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this week on “i don’t know what this improvised project is supposed to be, i have no plot and i’m just riding a wave of aesthetic fragments until this all falls apart”

greek myth aesthetics revival bc of troy: fall of a city

fragments of leftover pathos memories of the song of achilles

trøllabundin by eivør, esp that version that went around a few months ago

grey skies, dark green nature against black mountains, hissing winds, crashing ocean waves

The Gods

the lingering itch of night’s watch au sairsel and the closely bonded but emotionally distant relationship w grim and quiet mentor

undercover nobles actually doing shit trope

lost royalty and baby switcharoos

#mawd does a write

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bolbianddolanhouse · 5 years

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BNHA self insert AU

Nani the heck is this? Read here!

Chapter 26: Horse in a Hole.jpg

-Thursday in the gym with the hero A class-

“Alright class we can stay were we are” announced Aizawa to stop the students from heading out the gym “for strategy class, I arranged a special guest that has gained some popularity recently to instruct.”

“OMG you got Best Jeanist to teach us today?” gushed Midoriya “his new look has made headlines and I-”

“IT’S NOT BEST JEANIST!” Aizawa interrupted Midoriya’s fan boying “that bastard is too busy posing in his ugly ass jorts with the ugly ass boots...but they have a firm grasp at what you guys are lacking in class.”

I teleport in “sorpresa putas and putos!” I do a little spin to show my pink gym clothes “y’all ready to have some fun?”

“Not now Palma-san” Kaminari shushed me “we’re waiting on the mystery instructor.”

“Miss Palma IS your special instructor for today” Aizawa motioned to me before crawling into his sleeping bag “listen to her and she has full authority to give punishment as they see fit.”

“Thank you sensei” I turn to the class “coolio, now have yall ever played dodgeball before?”

“What’s dodgeball?” Uraraka asked curiously “sounds like an American only thing.”

Everyone nodded and muttered “Well it’s a fun, gym class game of wits and strategy” I explained as I take out a red dodgeball from my drawstring bag “usually we play in mass teams and have it battle royal style, I am the master of dodgeball” I bounce the ball on the floor “nobody has been able to get me, hence why I’m so good at strategy.”

“How do we play?” asked Kirishima “sounds like fun! American gym class sounds more like games than exercise.”

“Usually there’s two teams and a bunch of these bouncy rubber balls. The main objective is to throw the balls to take out the opposing team while the other team is doing the same thing. If you get hit with the ball anywhere on your body, you’re out. If you catch the ball, you’re still safe and if you punch or slap the ball away, you’re also safe.”

“But we only have one ball” Mina observed “how are we going to play?”

“Ah, that’s where I introduce the game with more strategy and less battle royal” I giggled “We’re going to play strategy ball, Me vs all of you, all rules apply except I want everyone to form a circle around me with arm length spaces between you and the next person.” They form the circle “great! now, what I’m going to do is try to get you guys out by throwing the ball at you. You have to dodge, catch or slap away the ball by ANY means necessary. If you catch the ball, you have the chance to get me out BUT if I dodge and it hits one of your teammates, they’re out.”

“Got it!” everyone yelled in unison.

“Enough talk!” I do my smile and spin “lets do a no-quirks round this time, get in your positions! Lets play some dodgeball baybee!” I hollered as I chucked the ball straight at Mineta’s face “you’re out baby carrot dick.”

“Wah! I wasn’t ready!” cried out Mineta.

“Aw too bad” I fast-balled the ball at Shoji’s stomach “think fast wannabes!” I catch the ball and throw it at Kaminari’s chest “remember, by any means necessary.” I get another 5 out “close up the gaps!” they obey and the ones that remained were trying too hard to catch the ball for the chance to get me out.

“How are we supposed to make a decent strategy if we don’t have quirks to use and you’re pattern is erratic?!” stressfully yelped Tokoyami.

“It’s simple, watch” I made eye contact with Bakugo “here, I want you to try to get me out” I rolled the ball to him.

He picked it up and threw it at me with full force “DIE!”

I do a death drop and it hit Mina instead “Okay, now do it again.” Same thing but this time I caught the ball and threw it back “Again.” Same thing but I punch the ball and it went full force right in his face. “You see? Bakugo was starting to get predictable so I switched up the way I avoided his attacks and in turn, he thought I was all figured out on that last one that he let his guard down, allowing me to pull a deflect and got him out.”

“OH! I get it now!” Mina gasped from the sidelines with the other out people “you’ve put yourself in a very vulnerable position with no chance for escape and you used it against us because you figured out OUR pattern.”

“That’s one part of my multi-layered strategy” I say as I throw the ball at Sero’s knee “I made this very easy for you guys, you’re all on the same team and have only one limitation on this round” the circle closes in on the gaps “think yall, what could you do to take me down?” I get Jiro out.

“GUYS! WE CAN COMMUNICATE AND WORK TOGETHER TO GET HER OUT!” Midoriya blurted before I pelted him with the ball.

“He got one thing” the ball rolls to my feet “Now, can you 3 take me down with that being said?” The three remaining were Todoroki, Iida and Asui. I threw the ball at Todoroki, he caught it but I dodged his attack and it got Asui instead. Lida dodged my throw and it pelted Todoroki in the blind spot “It’s just you and me Tenya” I circled him like a lion at their prey “let’s dance.”

“You aren’t kidding when you said you’re the master of dodgeball” he struggled to say as he was nearly out of breath “I can’t imagine with both sides throwing balls and dodging.”

“Thanks, it was the only thing I was good at in gym class” I threw the ball as I said that and he slapped it back, time for plan B “Oh si? feeling bold today Tenya?” I discreetly loosen my shoe for the switcharoo “CATCH THIS!” I do a spin move to grab my shoe and throw it, he catches the shoe and looks at it in confusion before I pelted him in the face with the ball.

“Ah! Palma-san that was dirty of you!” Jiro scolded me.

“But I was within the rules and I won” I crossed my arms and puffed my chest “another victory for me” I picked up the ball “but you get the point of this strategy game? You have to think fast and think about all the possibilities, whether they’re logical or not.”

Shoji raised his hand “Can you give us an example? I don’t understand the full thinking process.”

“Hmm... OKAY I GOT ONE! sit down everyone” I instructed as I came up with my example “lets say you’re making a creme brûlée, you look in your kitchen and you have all the ingredients to make one but when you need to caramelize the sugar on top, you realize that you don’t have a kitchen torch!” I do my best to make it entertaining to listen “you look around your house and all you can find is a lighter, matches and a flamethrower” I pause and look at the class “can anyone give me the possible outcomes?”

Bakugo blurts “tch use the flamethrower, duh.”

Momo speaks up “with my luck, I’d burn the creme brûlée with the flamethrower.”

“Is that everyone’s answer?” I ask the class and they nod in response. “You guys aren’t taking into consideration everything you could do in your power!” I point to Todoroki “Shoto, you have a fire quirk, you don’t need tools to finish your creme brûlée! You are the solution!” I point to Sato “since you bake so much, did you forget that all stoves have broilers?! Stick that ramekin under low for 3 mins and you got some dessert!” I point to Momo “and you Miss Creation quirk, you can make a kitchen torch with the right information!” I retracted my arm “technically you can also use the lighter but it’ll take longer and you might burn your fingers a bit plus it might not turn out as good.” The room was filled with wide eyes of understanding “not to mention you can also ask your neighbor if they have one, go and buy one or do nothing.”

“I get it now!” Aoyama dramatically posed “we should consider everything and go down the list whether it’s a good idea or not.”

“You got the main gist of it!” I give a thumbs up “but there’s more to it.”

“THERE’S MORE?!” yelled the class.

“Yes, now, remember when I threw my shoe at Tenya earlier?” the class nods “that’s what we call wildcard strategy, when you do things completely left field and unexpectedly” I puff out my chest “if you noticed, I do wildcard strategy all the time, it compliments my quirks nicely and the added shock factor makes all my opponents tremble in fear when I approach in battle.” I point to Tokoyami “ask me the creme brûlée example.”

“You’re making a creme brûlée, you look in your kitchen and you have all the ingredients to make one but when you need to caramelize the sugar on top, you realize that you don’t have a kitchen torch. You look around your house and all you can find is a lighter, matches and a flamethrower, what do you do?” Tokoyami recited to me.

“I would steam the ramekin and make egg pudding, chill it to make custard or make a quick caramel to make it into a flan” I listed out “since I don’t have the right tools nor have the power to make creme brûlée, I will make do with what I can do and end up with a equally as good or better outcome.”

“Too much thinking goes into all this” Mina grabs her head “now that freaking creme brulee sounds good.”

I look at the time, it’s nearly time to end class “That’s all I’m going to bombard y’all with until next time” I motion everyone to stand up “I understand that a lot of you might not get the written process or the terms SO I’ll be offering my tutoring services to y’all, just send me a text and I’ll come over and help.” I double clap “class dismissed!”

Everyone starts walking to the locker rooms and start talking. “Hey did you guys see that Palma-san looks more slender?” Kaminari spoke once they got to the safety of the locker room “I was tempted to compliment her on it until she became the surprise guest.”

“Now that you mention it” Tokoyami rubs his chin “it does look like she’s lost a noticable amount of weight, I wonder what changed?”

“I just want to know how she got pink UA gym clothes!” Aoyama huffed.

“She’s been working incredibly hard” Iida spoke up as he took off his shoes “that’s how she lead her team to victory at survival camp.”

“Psh, I’m pretty sure she trained to tame wild animals by taming Monoma” Bakugo slyly mentioned “I saw him kissing her up after his training session with her, on his knees and calling her ‘darling’ shit.”

“I thought the rumors of her and Monoma being an item were just the business students trying to be cool” Kirishima said mid undressing “they’re claiming they saw her and Monoma getting down and dirty and talk that he goes to her dorm to fool around.”

“What a terrible rumor about our sweet classmate!” Iida is fuming “Ita isn’t some harlot that’s sleeping around with-”

“How do you know? She was kissing around before” Todoroki bluntly spoke “what makes you say she didn’t just take the extra step with Monoma?”

“He’s just jealous that somebody is kissing up on his lady” Sero elbowed Iida “but seriously dude, if it bothers you so much, tell her how you feel.”

The boys finish getting dressed and they step out toward the main building to get their bags. They see Palma-san skating on roller skates in their pink gym clothes.

“Oh Tenya!” she spots the boys and skates toward them “Tenya, Tenya, Tenya~”

“Yes Ita?!” he opens his arms for her to safely crash land in.

“Oof, thanks” she made a soft impact and looked up at his face “what are you doing this Saturday?”

“Studying for midterms”

“Aw, does that mean you can’t come to the intel party?” I pouted “you haven’t spent any time with me and I miss hanging out with you.”

“I’ll go!” spoke up Kaminari.

“I wasn’t talking to you Kaminari” I squinted at him “I was talking to the cool kid here.”

“In that case, then I’ll go” he said as he embraced her “I’ve also missed spending time with you, the usual time?”

“Yup, its going to be in our back patio area” he put her down from the hug “I’ll see you then! Bye yall!” She skated off toward the front of the school.

“Get a room next time!” teased Kirishima “those were some very baby-talkish words she spoke.”

“She always talks to me like that” Iida rubs where her face hit his chest “she knows I get annoyed by it so she pesters me with it.”

-Fast forward, night of the party-

“Oh you’re here early” Jin said as he was lounging in an inflatable chair to Iida “Ita had to shower and change on the quicks, just chill here, it won’t be long.”

“I thought I might be early” Iida said as he sat on the inflatable couch “so whats the occasion?”

“We didn’t celebrate last week when we came back from camp” Jin took a sip of his beer “so we postponed it to this weekend.”

A few more people showed up and Iida spoke up “Hey, you’re Ita’s best friend right?”

Jin stops mid-sip “We aren’t best friends, we’re family” Jin reminisces “she’s like the mother figure I’ve always hoped for.”

“I see” Iida changes his statement “so what makes you want to stay be her side?”

Jin sighs “I’ve been forgotten and neglected almost my entire life” he turns to Iida “it’s sad, parents were wanted criminals and when I portaled myself by accident, nobody came for me and my bio-uncle wanted nothing to do with me. I was put through the system were I was destined to just die alone” his tone shifted from bitter to neutral “so when I got in UA, I though it was going to be all the same, no friends and nobody would want to work with me because of how eccentric I am. Then I met Ita, she walked in with a boys uniform and general embarrassment on her face. Then Mimi walked in with her tough presence and I thought to myself ‘I’m not alone, these two are going to be my only thing close to a friend by the international student proxy’ but then I was proven wrong.” He turned to burp and turned back to continue “when we had disaster training, I got buried in rubble and Ita was the only one that noticed...”

Flashback to the event

“Jin?! Jin?!” Ita’s voice broke through the rubble “speak to me!”

“I hear you! But I can’t move” he tries to wiggle his body “I think I broke my arms.” he grunts “you have to keep moving! There’s not that much time and the finish line is 50 meters GO!”

“I’m requesting emergency assistance” she yells as she turns on her walkie “This is Palma, mayday! Matsui is injured and under rubble, requesting emergency personel. Over.”

“Copy that Palma, requested personnel is un-dispatchable at this time. Over.”

“It’s okay Ita, just go” he spoke with pain in his voice “don’t wait up! Your score is going to suffer if you stay.”

“NO!” she yelled and it pierced through his soul “I AM NOT LEAVING YOU BEHIND!” the sound of shifting rubble broke through “not if I can help it!”

“TWO MINUTE WARNING AGENTS” bellowed the automated voice.

“Fuck” Ita muttered softly as she kept on trying to dig Jin out of the rubble.

“Oleshin to Palma and Matsui, where are you two? Over.”

“This is Palma, Matsui is trapped under rubble and I’m digging him out, he’s injured. Over”

“Hold tight you two! I’m coming. Over.”

We hear the sound of pounding running steps coming toward us and Mimi appears “Oh no! Jin are you breathing okay?” asked Mimi.

“Yea but I think my arms are broken” Jin cried out “get Ita to the finish line! I’m going to get dug out later its-”

“We’re not going anywhere without you Jin” she starts digging with Ita “I don’t care if I get in trouble or get a bad grade for this, you’re hurt and I’m not going to leave you behind like this” the warning siren wails in the distance “you’re my friend, Ita is my friend, you’re all that I have!”

“I’d lay my life on the line for both of you” Ita said as they dug faster “we international students have to stick together!”

The end siren rang and they kept digging me out. When sensei noticed we weren’t in the line up, he saw that we were in the situation and got the proper attention to us immediately. I broke my arms and the other two messed up their fingers pretty badly and had to get bandaged up too.

“I can’t believe you two did that” he said as they walked out of the nurse’s office “thank you though, nobody has ever come back for me.”

“Don’t sweat it!” Ita puts her hand on his shoulder “as long as I’m around, you’ll always be included.”

Mimi puts her hand on his other shoulder “Yup! I’ll always come to your aid.”

“You two are the nicest people that I’ve ever met” tears fall from his face “God does exist, he sent me two of the kindest and bravest angels to be my friends.”

Flashback to current situation

“...and ever since then, I’ve stuck by their side” he wiped a tear away “they brought my faith in humanity back into my heart, now I dedicate my life to care and protect them like they do with me.”

“Babyboy, you tellin him about that time we dug you out?” Mimi walked up to the two boys and handed them drinks “you always get teary eyed when you do.”

“And what about you?” Iida turns to Mimi as she sat on a lounge chair next to them “what made you stick by Ita’s side? What makes her your best friend?”

“Best friend? Boy, she’s my family!” she heartily laughed “My parents died when I was young and grew up in the system. I was unwanted because of my muscle build and I wasn’t feminine enough for someone to adopt me” she took a sip of her beer “it was a sad and miserable life in Russia, so when UA accepted me, I took a plane to Japan and filed under student visa since technically I’m half Japanese and my mom’s side of family is still alive.” she rubbed her neck “unfortunately they don’t believe I’m their family and I learned my mother was disowned at 16 years old due to the fact that she was against the family business and homophobia. Needless to say, I wasn’t wanted either.” she laughed nervously “the whole time I felt out of place, like I wasn’t a real person but some freak that broke out of their cell. I met Ita and Jin and saw that they were also international, it made me so happy that I wasn’t alone on this” she leaned back and her expression changed “but I still struggled internally, I didn’t feel like a girl but I really wanted to be like one. I liked boys but I also liked girls and others with mutations, in Russia, I’d be killed for having those thoughts. So that fear made me keep quiet about my feelings. But what got me out of my shell and more comfortable in my skin was Ita, we’d go shopping, she taught me how to do makeup and other girly things” she gave a soft smile “she made me feel like I was my own woman and that my feelings were valid. Everything she’s done for me was everything I wanted to do with my mother as I grew up. Same thing with Jin, they feel like my parents that I’ve always known and loved” she held Jin’s hand “and I’m never letting go.”

“Wow, you three really have that deep connection” Iida took a sip of his drink “it’s making me question if I’m friends with her or am I just a pawn in her plans.”

“Nah dude, you think too much” Jin scoffed “you’re her friend. If you were a pawn, she’d be done with you already.”

“Yea, you’re the only one outside of the program that she cares about” Mimi let go of Jin’s hand “she says that you made her feel less alienated in the hero program and made her into someone everyone in your program can depend on. Her strong presence and demeanor is all thanks to you.”

“Hey sorry I took so long” I said as I teleported in “I was having a mini meltdown over my hair hehehe.”

“Your hair is always nice” Iida said as he stared longingly at her “come and sit! We were talking about your friendships.”

After some drinks and water in between them, the mood changes. “Hey you feelin alright?” Ita asked a very tipsy Iida “here drink more water.”

He swats the bottle of water away “Nah I’m fine” he looks at her with a question burning away at his mind “hey lets go talk over there, I have to ask you something.”

“Um okay” they walk over to the area of the yard where the light and noises of the party barely reaches “what’s on your mind?”

“I’ve heard some things about you and I just want to know” he looks into her eyes, her face sweating bullets and flushed “are you and Monoma dating?”

“Monoma? Psh! Hell no” play it cool Ita, don’t incriminate yourself “we have a master and student type relationship going on.”

“But the rumors of you kissing and getting pet names for each other?”

“I don’t pet name him nor kiss him” lies but nobody has to really know “it’s his way of expressing his gratitude to me, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“And the rumor of him coming to your dorm to have sexual activity?”

“Untrue, he comes over sometimes but not for that” I try to hold it together “that boy just needed a second chance and has really dedicated himself to improving.”

“Oh thats a relief” he sighed and downed the rest of his drink “because I have half a mind to tell you something else!”

“Like what?” I asked putting my guard up as his tone was off-putting.

He got really close to my face “that you’re really pretty” he hiccuped “lemme at you, I wanna kiss pretty lady.”

“No babe, you’re drunk” I said preventing him from getting closer “why don’t you want to kiss me when we’re alone and sober?” Oh jeez what am I saying?! Am I gonna fuck our friendship up because I let myself slip?

“Because, I’m a coward” he looked down at his wobbly legs “you’re so amazing and pretty and smart” he stumbled a bit “why the hell are you wasting your time with boring, goody goody me? I’m not like Mirio that has status and amazing body!” he throws his hands up “I’m not like that other boy that carried your dying body to the ambulance” he let out a deep sigh “I’m just your boring friend that can even hold his liquor.”

“Why are you being mean to yourself Tenya?” I turned his head to face me “you’re my caring and kind friend that runs with me and my crazy ideas” I look him dead in the eyes “do you think anybody else in the hero course would do the same?”

“No” he meekly spoke “I didn’t think of it that way.” He held my hand “I’m not letting go either” he kissed my cheek “whatever happens, feelings might change or our health wavers, I’ll be by your side too.”

I try not to cry “I won’t believe it unless you tell me when your sober.” Before he could say anything, he gags like last time. “Nope, you need to puke” I take him to the nearest bush and he just lets it out.

“I ruined the moment again!” he starts crying before puking some more “I didn’t even drink that much.”

“Boy you had 2 screwdrivers and 3 glasses of wine” I scolded as I rubbed his back “that was way more than last time!” I help him up and wipe him mouth with his shirt “lets get you to bed big guy.”

“But I’m not tired!” he whined as we walked back to the others.

“It’s past your bedtime.”

“Will you cuddle with me like last time?”

I stifle my laugh “Not tonight, maybe some other time.” I teleport him to his room and I take off his shirt and shoes. As he lays down on his bed, I take off his glasses and tuck him in “good night Tenya” I kissed his forehead “sweet dreams.”

The next day

“Iida-kun? Are you doing alright?” asked Midoriya to a very hungover Iida.

“I feel like I got beat up” he groaned “but I had so much fun and learned so much.”

“But did you find out the truth?” leaned in Mina, eager to know.

“Yea, Monoma just does all that to compensate her” he takes a sip of his protein shake “they’re not dating nor being explicit with each other, just a master and student situation.”

“I knew those business kids were trying be cool!” muttered Kirishima.

“Anyways, Iida-kun, Shinso-kun texted me to ask you what are some essentials he might need for his move in” Midoriya said as he checked his phone “I almost forgot that he’s moving in next week.”

“THATS RIGHT!” Iida perked up “thats all next week” he turned to the big window that faces the shared field to see some of the intel kids still passed out out there “what a ride he’ll be in for.”

-End Chapter 26-

#bnha #mha #self insert au #chapter 26 #not canon #will update regularly #ask me anything

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