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rest in peace Jason Todd, you would've loved me

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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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YN: When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case?

Jason: What?

Yn: I wanna be on Buzzfeed Unsolved.

Jason: Can we go back to the part where you said "when I get murdered"?

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i’m thinking unholy thoughts

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"oh i could never date bakugo because he's too mean"

to you? mean? oh, darling, no.

the second bakugo confirms that you're his and his only, it's a one way ticket to being spoiled beyond anything you could imagine. his fight to be the best hero translates line for line into your relationship.

it's "whatever you want" mumbled after every question, it's "the fuck you think you're doing?" when you try to lift a finger toward your wallet, and it's "you drive me insane" with a scowl and smiling eyes, tugging you closer by the hip to soften his words.

trust me, you can't even go a day without him showing up in your relationship in some way. he's working late at his agency, swamped with paperwork? you're greeted in the morning with what seems to be the entire stock of the local flower shop down the street. he's sent away for a week on a mission? when your phone isn't buzzing with texts updating you (nothing too flowery, but it's enough to remind you he's thinking of you), you're eating food he's meal prepped for you or had delivered to your door. it's sunday? he's shoving your drink of choice under your nose and insisting that you spend at least an hour longer in bed.

if you're also a hero, on the streets fighting alongside him, he respects you above any other hero. if you're at home, in college or working in some other career, he's bragging to his sidekicks about how "fucking cool" whatever you're working on currently is.

and then there's the way he would never leave you with any doubts. does he suck at communicating his feelings directly? yes. without hesitation, yes. but he's there and he's blushing and spitting out assurances of his care for you until you're able to soften his jaw with time, he's never shying away from touching you to make up for where his words lack, he's playing your favorite songs in the car without having to be asked and he's always jumping at any opportunity to make your life easier.

(it helps, of course, that you spoil him tenfold by being there for him, holding his hand when nightmares prevent any further touches in the middle of the night and smiling so sweetly at him when he walks through the door to see you. i mean, how could he not adore the only person who sticks around and peeks past the vulgarity of who he is to see the good he fights so hard to maintain? something about you makes him feel human, worth emotion, worth love. he's willing to do whatever it takes to be "the fucking best at this boyfriend shit")

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♫☆𝐍𝗼 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝☆♫

hq band au self insert with y/n alternatives

synopsis:

a band full of teens with talent and dreams what could go wrong right? Makayla is a girl in her last year of high school and she has no idea what she wants to do so like a completely sane person she starts a band with her friends. Nobody special was great but drama is never far with something like this. Love, unrequited, friendship and betrayal.

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♫☆𝐍𝗼 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝☆♫

ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜ : 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵(𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺/n alternative)

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A Chaotic Confession

word count: 917 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: University!AU Kuroo x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: none other than Kuroo in a black shirt, swearing once

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Kuroo decided to wear a simple cardigan with rolled up sleeves over a black t-shirt and dark pants, figuring that if his confession sucked at least he’d look good doing it.

A dozen times on the 15 minute drive to your place he rethought his decision.

What if you were busy? He could have been considerate and maybe ask you first if you even had the time to be confessed to. What if you had company over? What if you were out? Maybe he should just turn around and -

But it was too late for that now. He pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building, checking himself in the rearview mirror one last time.

He hated how nervous he was, how sweaty his hands were and how weird it felt to have arms. Why did he worry? You never made him feel anything but comfortable and welcome and you had kinda sorta maybe implied that you liked him, too.

He cleared his throat and squared his shoulders before ringing your doorbell.

You opened a few moments later, dressed in a washed out top and high waisted jeans that sat just right on your hips, hugging your thighs in the way that always drove him crazy.

You smiled when you saw him, a bright happy smile that made him feel all fuzzy. He should just ease into it.

"I like you."

So, what he had meant to say was Hello or even Hey, I was in the neighborhood and was wondering if you'd like to hang out.

For fuck sake.

You shook your head a little, as if to rewind.

"I mean… No, actually, you know what? I stand by it. I like you. A lot actually. I have liked you for a really long time in fact and I want to ask you if you would consider being my girlfriend."

You studied him for a second. “You know, some people start a conversation with How are you?”, you laughed.

The tension in his shoulders fell away and he ruffled his hair in embarrassment. You stepped aside to let him in.

He followed you into the kitchen of your small apartment, where you poured two glasses of water and then gestured for him to take a seat on the couch.

You sat cross legged, facing him, holding your glass in both hands and looking expectantly.

Kuroo took an unsure sip and tried to find any kind of indication on your face for what you were thinking.

“So. What is all of this about? What happened?”, you asked after another moment of silence.

He slightly cocked his head in question. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what happened that caused this? Or is this some kind of joke that I’m not getting?”, your voice was steady and a small smile was playing around your lips, and yet he could swear he detected an air of uncertainty.

“What? Can’t a guy fall in love with the perfect girl?”, he figured he had made it this far and he was wearing a black shirt for crying out loud, so no point in wasting that.

You looked down at your hands, a slight blush on your cheeks now.

“Well no, I get that. I’m amazing.”, you said airily to your hands. You both laughed and he was getting more confident by the second, “But I was just wondering…” you looked up into his eyes and trailed off.

He smirked at your obvious loss of thought. “Wondering what? Wondering why it took me so long? Or wondering when I fell for you?”

Your eyes widened.

Kuroo put his glass down on the coffee table and leaned a little forward, resting his chin on his hand and grinned.

You set your glass next to his.

“So for one, I am actually a massive coward.”

You scoffed and looked at your hands again.

“And for the other one… lemme see. Remember when you were really nervous about giving your presentation in that huge lecture hall last summer and I told you it was going to be okay and then you hugged me?”

You nodded.

“Okay, way before that.”

You laughed again and he joined in, so relieved to finally tell you everything, now that he started. He reached out and gently took one of your hands into his, smiling at how much smaller it was in comparison to his own.

“I’ve been crazy about you for so long and I want to stop wasting time we could be spending together. Going on dates, making out, adopting a dog. You name it.”

Figuring he needed to amp up the sincerity and stop hiding behind silly comments, Kuroo drew circles with his thumb on the back of your hand. You didn’t object, instead you laced your fingers into his, mumbling “Alright. Sounds good.”

After a few seconds of silence in which he tried to contain a cry of triumph, you asked, "So have you practised that speech?"

"Maybe a little.", he admitted, "Was it too obvious?"

"No no, well... sometimes."

He leaned back on your couch in mock indignation. "Hey, like 87% of that was a spur of the moment thing!"

You raised an eyebrow. "Then that makes you even cheesier than I thought."

"Tch, as if your confession would have been less cheesy.", he muttered.

"Excuse you, I am a literary student! A wordsmith’s apprentice! Words are my trade!"

"Fine, you confess next time then!"

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art: @soojaeng_

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Matching horns!!!🌈

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Gentle lovers

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Your honour, THIS is a babygirl

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this is them making love btw

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megumi fushiguro𓈒 𓈒 𓈒

part II of random boyfriend headcanons i can’t get out of my head with the help of @hellkaiserinphoenix

megumi is the type of boyfriend who can’t take his eyes off you. he’s completely unaware he’s even doing it, you know better than to point it out because he gets embarrassed but you can feel it when it happens. there’s just something about the way he looks at you that makes your heart flutter. whether it’s at the park when your playing with the pups, or at home when your clutching the couch pillow as you watch your favorite drama. he always catches himself watching you, he can’t help it when everything you do makes you so utterly beautiful in his eyes. 

megumi is the type of boyfriend to walk on the sidewalk closest to the road. he can’t help it, he’s protective. he holds this innate desire to protect the people he cares about from harm, and of course you’re the person he cares about the most. it’s simple really, he doesn’t even realize it until you point it out. the tips of his ears turn red, and he grumbles something about how clumsy you are and how you can’t ever seem walk straight. but the truth is, he just can’t imagine a world in which he’d let anything ever happen to you. 

megumi is the type of boyfriend that covers the sharp edge of the table with his hand. it’s a reflex really, like making sure you don’t bump your head is just second nature to him. it’s his way of showing that even in the most mundane ways he’s here for you, always watching and always ready to keep you safe. 

megumi is the type of boyfriend to stand behind you when you wear a short skirt. not because he wants to check you out, although sometimes he catches his eyes lingering on the way you fill it out for just a bit too long. but it’s because of that thought he tries to cover you up. it’s like he’s a human shield, his hands instinctively falling to your waist, protecting you from lingering eyes and unwanted attention. he just can’t have anyone else looking at his beautiful girlfriend. 

megumi is the type of boyfriend to always let you wear his hoodies. he knows how much you like them, especially if he’s been wearing it for the day. you don’t have to beg him, not for a second. the minute you so much as shiver he’s already pulling it off over his head and putting it on you. pulling it down passed your shoulders and looking down at you. “here, it’s cold.” 

megumi is the type of boyfriend to give you forehead kisses. he has an uncanny ability to read your emotions without you saying a word. when you’re feeling sad or stressed, his lips ghost across your skin, connecting in a gentle kiss. megumi may be quiet at times but he’s in tune to your every feeling, he knows you better than you know yourself. forehead kisses are his way of saying, i’m here and i love you. 

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Don't let him be alone with me 😭😭🙏🙏‼️

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my Diluc HC is that he has piercings and secretly plays electric guitar <3

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luke: *is the lightening thief*

me, who’s known that for literal years: