Arranged marriage AU with Barbarian Bakugou who is so daunting to be around at first. He’s all gruff curses and broad shoulders and scarred cheeks and neck and jaw. He scowls constantly, stares at you while your parents auction you off like some show pig, but doesn’t say much to you besides a grunt of his name. You’re terrified, thinking that he’ll be cruel to you, that you’re being set up for a life full of unhappiness and terror and regret.
But he’s the exact opposite. Bakugou is gentle in ways a man of his size typically wouldn’t be, but he shrinks himself for you. Not in a way that diminishes his status as the newly appointed king, but to respect you, show you that you’re beside him instead of behind him.
He picks you berries on his hunts because he knows the smell of a fresh kill brings nausea to your stomach. You find him along with the other maidens and helpers around his village, sitting beside them, big fingers holding tiny little flowers that he weaves into a crown for you. When he sets it on your head, he purses his lips, mutters something under his breath in his language that you’re still not too familiar with, but sure it means something along the lines of pretty and soft.
And when he finds you bathing in the river only few have access to, he’s sweet the whole time. Doesn’t make a spectacle of you being naked, and is relieved when you don’t instantly cower when he wades his way over to you. You try not to stare at the clawed scars that decorate his pec and jaw when he stands above you, and it helps when he suddenly dumps water all over your head. He shushes you when you splutter, continues on with cupping his hands and letting the water run off of your hair and down your shoulders, scrubbing at your skin until your flesh squeaks. He doesn’t expect you to do the same for him, but he hums in satisfaction when you push him down a little lower so you can wash the crown of his head.
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Albedo modern/college au idea
In which Albedo introduces himself as a fine arts major and everyone knows him as the art kid except he’s ridiculously good at chem and everyone goes to him for help on their chem or bio-related assignments and eventually asks, “why aren’t you a chem or bio major??? you’re so good at this”
And maybe he gets shifty about it and people think maybe there’s some kind of history there and he doesn’t want to bring it up? And leave it at that
And then later find out that no, he’s not avoiding biochem or anything, he’s actually already graduated once with bio/chem double major and is already working in a lab (maybe getting phd on the side?) and just went back to get his art degree for fun
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i have 1737364828349 problems and i think getting a cat would solve all of them.
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hi I'm hyper fixated on that post that's like someone sick and being cared for by a significant other flashing back and thinking about all the times they weren't cared for while sick... my question is, would y'all want to see another Greyson centric fic where his new maybe-boyfriend takes care of him while he thinks back on times he's suffered alone even though I JUST did a Greyson fic, or would you rather see something different? just trying to gauge what I attempt to write this week!!
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There definitely exists out there an AU where Takayama never checked up on Karasuma his first day back so the bird club didn’t figure out that takayama was the birdmen for like a WHILE. they just struggled to fly and almost die fighting blackouts once a week (occasionally getting saved by Takayama who refuses to remove his helmet) and then one day Karasuma pieces it together and loses his MIND
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CAN’T WAIT FOR THE SCRUMPTIOUS FOOD FROM SMUT MOTHER 😋🍽️
IT'S COOKIN' I SWEAR
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all this rockstar girlfriend talk is making me want another part 😭😭
i am kinda loving the atpoaim sex tape idea rn…. perhaps i will dig out this grandma for a second part🤭
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we live in an immortal paradise, a sophisticated society free from all illness and suffering, and we never die. so what does it mean when one of our own drops dead?
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i don’t know if this is going to be a positive thing to hear or what but i am obsessed with your worlds worst target odyssey and i hope you continue sharing its all insane and incredible. have a good day and stuff
well see the thing is i quit like 4 months ago. so there’s not really anything new to share and there won’t be until i move back to california and pay that beast a visit to see if it’s still standing. but it’s all tagged with “#my job wrapped” if you’re feeling so inclined to take a horrible journey
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Wild finding an old piece of art of myself and looking at the pins I put on drawn self’s shirt and discovering an aromantic pin. I don’t remember doing that, but interesting to know I was thinking that.....3 years ago and have only just started thinking that again.
They’re very small pins, but look at that. Those are the things I go “eh, probably” when thinking about labels for myself to this day.
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