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OH SHIT ITS AUGUST HAIKYUU TIME SKIP REV SOON PLEASE DONT BE MARRIED WITH KIDS PLEASE ILL THROW UP

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avatar … maze runner phase…. jason todd…… dabi…. jjk angst…..

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also why do people call x reader fics cringe? aren’t they the backbone of fanfiction 😭

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just made a NEWTMAS EDIT????, IN TWENTY TWENTY FIVE????

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my newt and minho phase is coming back fast and i don’t wanna watch maze runner death cure because it’s not canon, newt lives forever.

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you guys don’t get it, the kny movie means that everything that’s about to happen becomes that much more real. my faves will be REDACTED IN REAL TIME. i’ve been preparing since the manga finished but it genuinely makes me so sick to my stomach. my shayla’s 🫩🫩

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watched the new superman movie, which was amazing btw. i did have visions of clark kent being your dad and finding out you’re dating jason todd…

hot make out sesh, & mentions of jason’s daddy issues

Your lips burn hot against Jason’s, similar to the heat building in your lower stomach that settles between your legs.

You can feel his wet tongue gliding across your lips as his eager hands slip under the tiny, frilly shorts you’re wearing.

He grips each side of your ass as you straddle him while he lies on your bed, his head resting against the headboard.

“Didn't think some shorts would get you this riled up, baby,” you murmur softly into his lips, your hands threading through his hair.

“Sorry excuse for shorts, sweetheart. Half your ass is hangin’ out,” he reasons, his mouth trailing down your jaw to press kisses against your neck.

“Mhm. Keep complaining, Todd,” you mutter, a small whimper escaping your lips as Jason's canines nip against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Not complainin’,” his voice rumbles against your neck. Your hand lulls as your hands snake under his white shirt, grazing his abdomen.

“Wear whatever you want, sweet girl,” he begins, his voice muffled as he kisses a spot on your neck. “Long as I get to take it off you, I’m happy,” he smiles against your skin before kissing up to your lips.

You shift against him. “Take this thing off, will you?” you groan, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

He lets out a dry laugh, pulling his face back slightly as he eyes your desperate expression. “Last time I checked, you’re able-bodied,” he teases, his tongue resting on his bottom lip while his lazy gaze watches you lick your lips.

“Always making me work for it, you tease,” you roll your eyes playfully pulling his shirt over his head.

“Gotta earn it, baby,” he says, his hands massaging your ass as you toss the shirt to the ground.

Your lips press soft kisses along his jaw when you hear a distant knock on the front door of your apartment.

The sound doesn't hold you back; your fingers reach for the waistband of Jason’s sweatpants.

“You expectin’ company?” he asks, letting you slide his sweatpants down as you lick a stripe up his neck.

“No. Probably just the wrong door,” you rationalize, nibbling at his skin and making him groan. As you start to pull off your shirt, you hear another knock, followed by a man calling out your name.

You drop your shirt, pulling away from Jason, whose lips are pursed as his brow quips knowingly.

“Sounds like—” he begins, but you interrupt him with a deep sigh.

“Shit. My dad,” you curse, throwing yourself off Jason.

“Was going to say Superman,” he murmurs thoughtfully, watching you run over to your drawer to pull out different shorts.

“Well, yeah. He—he is my dad,” you sputter, easily dropping your shorts and swapping them out for longer ones.

“You’re Superman’s kid?” He tilts his head as you hurry into your ensuite bathroom, quickly brushing your hair.

You hum in agreement, not focusing on the conversation.

Jason thinks for a moment. “That’s… shocking.”

You turn to look at Jason. “Batman is literally your dad—coming,” you yell as you hear another knock, interrupting your sentence. “So what if Superman’s mine?”

“That’s literally not an accurate comparison,” he says, tilting his head to the side.

Your brow quips. “How do you figure?”

“Not my dad by blood,” he reasons, sliding out of bed to follow you as you walk out of your bedroom.

“What about by all the other ways that count?” you counter, now in your kitchen, plucking some stray plates off the counter to place them in the sink.

He shrugs, grabbing the piece of cold pizza on the plate you held, taking a big bite out of it. “Jury’s still out,” his voice is muffled by the food.

You turn to look at him, leaning your hip against the sink, as you let out a dry laugh. “Okay, yeah. Take your daddy issues and go hide in my closet,” you direct, walking over to the front door.

“You really gonna shove me in the closet like some pool boy?” he asks, taking another bite of the pizza.

“Sorry, baby. I love you, but my dad will fucking kill me if this is how he meets you,” you say, pulling the door open to see your dad holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Hi, Dad—” you greet, only to be interrupted by him, who looks past you.

"Who is that guy?" Clark asks, narrowing his eyes.

You turn to see Jason standing shirtless in the same spot, with a slice of pizza hanging from his cheeky smile.

You pull the door halfway shut to shield him. “Don’t mind him. He’s just some guy,” you lean against the doorframe, trying to appear casual but failing miserably.

"Now that's offensive," you hear Jason say behind you.

You look up at Clark with an awkward smile.

“Step aside,” Clark says firmly, his eyes narrowed.

You oblige after a moment, pulling the door open so he can step through. “Dad, this is—”

“Jason Todd. Yeah. I know you,” Clark mutters, observing Jason.

“You do?” you ask, with confusion in your voice.

Clark tilts his head towards Jason and says, "You're one of Bruce's."

“I hope my reputation doesn't precede me,” Jason says with a tight smile.

Clark forces a smile before glancing back at you. “Honey… can we talk?”

“Yeah, okay,” you say to Jason with a sympathetic smile as you walk towards your pantry, with Clark following behind you and closing the door as you both step inside.

"He's a vigilante," Clark says as soon as the door closes.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“He’s a criminal.”

“He’s a good guy.”

“Do you have a rebuttal for everything I’m going to say?” Clark crosses his arms over his chest.

"Maybe," you say, crossing your arms over your chest as you mimic him.

“If your mother were here…” he lets out an exasperated sigh.

“She would listen to me,” you accuse.

“Oh, please,” he shakes his head. “She would be just as critical, if not more than me.”

“She would at least be nice to his face,” you urge, voice cracking from frustration.

Clark shakes his head again. “I’m not happy.”

“No one said you had to be.” You drop your arms and take a deep breath. “Just—at least get to know him first.”

Clark watches you, his tough facade cracking as you look at him with pleading eyes. “Fine. I’ll give him one chance,” he concedes.

You smile at him and move in to hug him. "Thank you," you murmur.

He reciprocates, and your hand hovers over the door handle when you pull back. "Be nice," you raise a warning brow, which makes him put his hands up in defeat.

You push the door open and hear Jason’s voice almost immediately. “Been meaning to ask, what’s your and the Bat’s fascination with the tights?” Jason asks as you both step out of the pantry, now wearing a shirt.

You turn to look at Clark. His lips are flat, and he looks unamused.

You give him a shrug and a smile, because, hell, what can you do?

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mini author’s note: i don’t make the rules, they make me.

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SOBBING WHILE PLAYING

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yes mom my comfort character is a traumatized man

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I giggled doing this hehe

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maybe dressing like that wasn't a good idea

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yesss gm chat

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BUBBLE POP ELECTRIC

♥︎ ﹑ TOUYA TODOROKI

while you’d usually ignore texts from numbers you didn’t recognize, this one has your curiosity piqued. what did he say his name was again? touya? main masterlist ♡ mha masterlist ♡ more touya

CW. language, crude & dark humor, crime talk, petnames, freader, legally inaccurate and probably impossible. I’m obsessed w him CRED. divs by animatedglittergraphics-n-more and cafekitsune

2025 © AOZUI do not copy, repost, edit, plagiarize, or translate any of my works on any platforms, including ai.

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Player 124 x reader

Prompt: you get cold during the night so you climb into Namgyu's bed.

Warnings: allusions to sex, flirting, namgyu, fluff

The room was surprisingly cold, considering the amount of bodies that laid tossing and turning within it. You're certain that if it got any colder, you'd be able to see a mist form in front of you every time you exhaled.

You had been laying there for hours, desperately trying to wrap your thin jacket around your shaking body to comfort yourself. Your hands were tucked into your sleeves, which were firmly placed underneath your arms in an attempt to raise your temperature slightly or at least conserve what little heat you had left.

You can feel the exhaustion setting in, your entire body aching.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. You think.

You abruptly sit up, pulling the sheets back and gently placing your feet on the floor. Tiptoeing over to the bed next to you, you see player 124 resting peacefully. Clearly, not all of us are bothered by the cold.

What was his name again? Namgyu?

He stirs slightly, eyes opening for just a second.

"What the fuck—" he gasps out, notcing your silent form silhouetted by the darkness.

"You scared the crap out of me—" he hisses in a harsh whisper.

"M'sorry–" you stutter out, teeth clacking together from the cold.

"Are you cold?" He questions. "Man— i offered to cuddle with you earlier. What's with the sudden change of heart?"

"Shut up— just forget it."

Of course, he'd say something like that. What an idiot. you take a step back, preparing to return to your own bed in shame.

"I'm only joking–" an arm shoots out from under his covers, fingers wrapping tightly around your wrist. He uses his other arm to lift his sheet invitingly.

"C'mon," he pulls you closer.

The mattress dips beneath your weight as you climb under the sheet, the warmth already making you feel drowsy. He drops the cover, arm reaching round you, ensuring it covers you completely.

You hesitate, wary of getting too close to him. your whole body clenches. His hand reaches for you in the void of darkness, fingers searching for your own.

"Shit— you're freezing." He whispers out, arms quickly pulling you closer and finding their home across your waist. Your legs become entangled, not sure if the temperature is rising due to namgyu's body heat or your own thoughts running wild.

"Thank you." You wisper out.

"It's no problem— beautiful girls like yourself should never be cold." You can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks. Breath warm on your face.

he's so ridiculous

You attempt to hide your smile against his pillow, holding in a laugh.

"Does that usually work on girls?" You bite back, quietly.

"That depends—" His hands adventure down underneath your shirt, tracing patterns on your bare skin. The cool metal of his rings against your spine startles you.

"Do you usually sleep with guys you've just met?" He laughs to himself, waiting for your reaction.

"Shut up– this isn't like that—" you blurt out, embarrassed by his choice of words.

"Mhm, yeah, sure." He nods enthusiastically. "I knew you were saving yourself for me."

"Just stop talking–" You hesitate for a moment. "Nam-su."

His face drops. All humour in the small space suddenly replaced with something else entirely. His brown eyes bore into you intensely, causing you to shut your eyes tightly.

You can tell he's still staring at you even with your eyes closed. Nevertheless, you wriggle slightly closer, placing your head against his neck, getting comfortable. His pulse is loud in your ears.

"Goodnight Nam-gyu." You whisper against his skin.

A/n i thought about making it NSFW but I wasn't sure.

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ARMS UNFOLDING — teacher!shota aizawa

sticky fingers and ink stains, sweet notes in bento boxes and sleepy gradings at the dinner table. different schools and married life <3

a/n : my head hurts so bad guys but i persevered. for you

m.list !

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"he's all yours, ma'am."

getting a call from your local police station telling you to come pick up your boyfriend from jail is not how you wanted to spend your friday evening. but here you are, standing at the foot of his cell with an expression so petrifying that even the officer standing beside you has to take a step back and avoid your gaze.

touya watches him unlock the cell with a grimace. the second the cell door slides open, you take a step forward—and touya does the most reasonable thing he can think of in regard to his safety and slams the gate closed, effectively locking himself back up again.

there's a moment of silence before you let out a gasp of absolute disbelief.

"touya, i swear to—"

"sir, i don't feel safe with her here. can't you, well, i dunno—make her stand a couple of fucking feet away from the door so i can step out without getting my face bashed into the nearest wall?"

the officer takes a long look at touya, who has the audacity to clasp his hands together in a plea, while you turn towards the officer with a raised brow.

"...you have her listed as your emergency contact. you'll be fine."

touya seems offended by the officer's words, but he doesn't argue any further as the man fumbles with his keys before unlocking the cell once again. touya steps out tentatively, shoulders slumping and a pout tugging his lips downwards (a half-assed attempt to look innocent, really) and you try not to let your eye twitch.

"officer, could you tell me just what he did again? i've seem to have forgotten what you told me." you state dryly, watching touya squirm under your gaze as he strains his wrists against the cuffs wrapped around them.

"uh—he was caught vandalizing a gas station. you know that one mr. takami a couple streets over runs? then he, uh, sort of beat him up."

"oh, come on—"

"shut. up. officer, please take us to the front desk so i can fill out the necessary papers and take him home."

the entire ordeal took only a little under an hour. and before touya knew it, he was back to being his usual passenger princess self beside you, though he had to keep one arm braced against the door and the other gripping the middle console for his own safety.

"babe, you are driving way too fast."

big mistake. if touya knew better, he would've held his breath all the way home instead.

"do you know how worried i was? did you know i was in the shower when they called? you're paying the hospital bill coming in the mail one of these days for when you finally send me into cardiac arrest with all the shit you pull, touya!" you snap, and since you were at a red light, you remove your hand from the steering wheel and give touya's ear a harsh tug, just for good measure.

"okay, i get it—ow that fucking hurts! let go of my ea—i mean, sorry," he wheezes dramatically, and you finally let go of your grip on him with a huff when the light turns green.

"you're lucky they let you off so easy. seriously. i think you deserve at least—wait, are you not wearing your fucking seatbelt?" you snap, looking back and forth between touya and the road like this entire day was the most irritating inconvenience of your life, and touya can only scramble to put it on while mumbling a string of apologies under his breath. he peers up at you wearily, and you turn away from him and back towards the road with a grumble and tensed-up shoulders.

you're in a really bad mood today.

touya wants to tell you that he's sorry and that he knows he's wrong, but he's afraid that if he looks at you a certain way or says the wrong thing, you might just use your bare teeth to bite his head clean off.

so, he settles into his seat quietly and allows you the peaceful ride back home you deserve. now that he thinks about it, you've been under quite a bit of stress lately. it takes touya half a second to realize he must have made it worse, and it takes him another second more to remember that today was your only day off of the week—and he sinks back into his seat with a frown.

touya throws a careful glance at you through his peripheral vision, taking note of the tired look in your eyes.

you were worried about him when he got arrested. picking him up from the police station when he knows no one else would. fussing over him not putting on his seatbelt and being safe. and that is when touya is reminded why the only number in his emergency contact is yours.

it's because you love him, dearly and with all your heart, even when he acts like an exasperating little shit (e.g., the stunt he pulled today).

carefully, as if he's getting ready to pet an angry cat that loves to scratch, touya takes his hand and drapes it over your thigh, rubbing gentle circles as he presses his fingers into the fabric of your jeans. you don't push him off you, merely sighing through your nose and keeping your eyes on the road, and touya takes that as a sign that you're not too mad at him.

"when we get home, i'll run a nice bath for you to relax in. we can order takeout, and i'll massage your legs real good, you know, just the way you like after a long day." he says softly, and his touch is tender enough that you can't help but melt underneath it.

touya made staying mad at him really hard.

"fine."

"we can watch a movie too, your choice—you won't hear a single complaint from me. i'll even tell kei i'm sorry, even though that jackass was lookin' at me funny and started the whole—whatever. just know that i'm sorry, doll. i mean it."

touya doesn't tell you how he's only sorry for causing you stress, not sorry for rightfully knocking keigo down a size. but you finally do glance at him—and your face has softened into the very smallest of smiles. that sight alone is enough to warm touya's body entirely with love.

"alright then."

touya keeps his word, just like he always has. he carries you into the apartment bridal style just to hear you laugh again, he lights a candle for your bath and massages your shoulders and temple as you bathe, and he doesn't even bat an eye when you flick through your tv shows and select pucca. no, he settles into your side and passes you his favorite blanket instead.

touya makes mistakes often—all the time, actually. it was his specialty, but he liked to blame his miscalculations on bad luck or the universe working against him. but, then again, it didn't make sense for the universe to be working against him if he had you—a gift to breathe life back into him, the light of his life, divine intervention, if you will.

he'll work on himself to be better for you, and you'll recognize his efforts and dote on him accordingly. you make touya somewhat civilized and human, and for that, he is forever grateful.

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"he's all yours, ma'am."

getting a call from your local police station telling you to come pick up your boyfriend from jail is not how you wanted to spend your friday evening. but here you are, standing at the foot of his cell with an expression so petrifying that even the officer standing beside you has to take a step back and avoid your gaze.

touya watches him unlock the cell with a grimace. the second the cell door slides open, you take a step forward—and touya does the most reasonable thing he can think of in regard to his safety and slams the gate closed, effectively locking himself back up again.

there's a moment of silence before you let out a gasp of absolute disbelief.

"touya, i swear to—"

"sir, i don't feel safe with her here. can't you, well, i dunno—make her stand a couple of fucking feet away from the door so i can step out without getting my face bashed into the nearest wall?"

the officer takes a long look at touya, who has the audacity to clasp his hands together in a plea, while you turn towards the officer with a raised brow.

"...you have her listed as your emergency contact. you'll be fine."

touya seems offended by the officer's words, but he doesn't argue any further as the man fumbles with his keys before unlocking the cell once again. touya steps out tentatively, shoulders slumping and a pout tugging his lips downwards (a half-assed attempt to look innocent, really) and you try not to let your eye twitch.

"officer, could you tell me just what he did again? i've seem to have forgotten what you told me." you state dryly, watching touya squirm under your gaze as he strains his wrists against the cuffs wrapped around them.

"uh—he was caught vandalizing a gas station. you know that one mr. takami a couple streets over runs? then he, uh, sort of beat him up."

"oh, come on—"

"shut. up. officer, please take us to the front desk so i can fill out the necessary papers and take him home."

the entire ordeal took only a little under an hour. and before touya knew it, he was back to being his usual passenger princess self beside you, though he had to keep one arm braced against the door and the other gripping the middle console for his own safety.

"babe, you are driving way too fast."

big mistake. if touya knew better, he would've held his breath all the way home instead.

"do you know how worried i was? did you know i was in the shower when they called? you're paying the hospital bill coming in the mail one of these days for when you finally send me into cardiac arrest with all the shit you pull, touya!" you snap, and since you were at a red light, you remove your hand from the steering wheel and give touya's ear a harsh tug, just for good measure.

"okay, i get it—ow that fucking hurts! let go of my ea—i mean, sorry," he wheezes dramatically, and you finally let go of your grip on him with a huff when the light turns green.

"you're lucky they let you off so easy. seriously. i think you deserve at least—wait, are you not wearing your fucking seatbelt?" you snap, looking back and forth between touya and the road like this entire day was the most irritating inconvenience of your life, and touya can only scramble to put it on while mumbling a string of apologies under his breath. he peers up at you wearily, and you turn away from him and back towards the road with a grumble and tensed-up shoulders.

you're in a really bad mood today.

touya wants to tell you that he's sorry and that he knows he's wrong, but he's afraid that if he looks at you a certain way or says the wrong thing, you might just use your bare teeth to bite his head clean off.

so, he settles into his seat quietly and allows you the peaceful ride back home you deserve. now that he thinks about it, you've been under quite a bit of stress lately. it takes touya half a second to realize he must have made it worse, and it takes him another second more to remember that today was your only day off of the week—and he sinks back into his seat with a frown.

touya throws a careful glance at you through his peripheral vision, taking note of the tired look in your eyes.

you were worried about him when he got arrested. picking him up from the police station when he knows no one else would. fussing over him not putting on his seatbelt and being safe. and that is when touya is reminded why the only number in his emergency contact is yours.

it's because you love him, dearly and with all your heart, even when he acts like an exasperating little shit (e.g., the stunt he pulled today).

carefully, as if he's getting ready to pet an angry cat that loves to scratch, touya takes his hand and drapes it over your thigh, rubbing gentle circles as he presses his fingers into the fabric of your jeans. you don't push him off you, merely sighing through your nose and keeping your eyes on the road, and touya takes that as a sign that you're not too mad at him.

"when we get home, i'll run a nice bath for you to relax in. we can order takeout, and i'll massage your legs real good, you know, just the way you like after a long day." he says softly, and his touch is tender enough that you can't help but melt underneath it.

touya made staying mad at him really hard.

"fine."

"we can watch a movie too, your choice—you won't hear a single complaint from me. i'll even tell kei i'm sorry, even though that jackass was lookin' at me funny and started the whole—whatever. just know that i'm sorry, doll. i mean it."

touya doesn't tell you how he's only sorry for causing you stress, not sorry for rightfully knocking keigo down a size. but you finally do glance at him—and your face has softened into the very smallest of smiles. that sight alone is enough to warm touya's body entirely with love.

"alright then."

touya keeps his word, just like he always has. he carries you into the apartment bridal style just to hear you laugh again, he lights a candle for your bath and massages your shoulders and temple as you bathe, and he doesn't even bat an eye when you flick through your tv shows and select pucca. no, he settles into your side and passes you his favorite blanket instead.

touya makes mistakes often—all the time, actually. it was his specialty, but he liked to blame his miscalculations on bad luck or the universe working against him. but, then again, it didn't make sense for the universe to be working against him if he had you—a gift to breathe life back into him, the light of his life, divine intervention, if you will.

he'll work on himself to be better for you, and you'll recognize his efforts and dote on him accordingly. you make touya somewhat civilized and human, and for that, he is forever grateful.