Sir-knight-slytherdor - Slytherdor

I WANT TO CRY THIS IS TOO CUTE FOR MY HEART

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Sung Jin-Woo

Pre-awakening he doesn’t even know what to do with himself much less you, a pretty person who won’t stop kissing or touching him

At first he is so nervous and confused, you hug him and he’s sweating

Kiss him and he freezes

Show him your love in public and he’s dead and in a better place

His family teased him often for it

He doesn’t dislike it at all quite the opposite it’s just he doesn’t know what to do

He doesn’t have any prior experience and isn’t sure where his boundaries are

After his awakening he is more casual with your affection

Takes the initiative to bend down (he’s tall af) if you want to kiss him

Gives you half hugs and pats your back when you’re squishing him

After a while he will return your affection full force x2

He’ll give you a peck and hug every time he leaves the house

Holds your hand whenever you two are walking side by side

Keeps an arm around your waist when he wants you close

Showering you in kisses before he goes to sleep

And a kiss on the forehead when you wake up

🥺

He’s the touchy one now

He knows you’re love language is physical and wants to adapt and reciprocate it as much as possible

He’s happy because he knows you’re comfortable with him and love him a lot to be touchy with him casually

adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different

2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed

pairing: reader x ot7

genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7

Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.

A/N: Thank you to the glorious minjoonalist for this banner! Everyone give her some love <3

Part One

Warnings: none in this chapter

Word count: 2k

It’s your first day.

First day entering the world of higher education, on the path to betterment (or whatever the dean said in his boring introductory presentation). To tell the truth, you were pretty zoned out as various speakers talked to the thousands of students that would now become your peers. Those hard ass plastic seats were NOT conducive for attentive listening.

Regardless, you pushed through, and here you are, Monday morning, at 8:45 sharp, sitting in yet another hard ass plastic seat. This time however, you had a small wooden desk in front of you, in line with about a couple dozen others. This was your first class --- Calculus.

You were always good at math compared to the average student, however, being placed with the super smart kids all the time made you self conscience and at worst, made you feel stupid. You were too good at math for the standard curriculum, but felt too dumb for the advanced one. It’s no surprise that math quickly became your least favorite subject.

That hadn’t changed. You were dreading this class, even though you took calculus already in high school --- theoretically, it shouldn’t be that difficult. You knew however, that you had absolutely no willpower when it came to studying math. And considering the fact that you are now attending a prestigious university, one known for their STEM programs, you felt adequately nervous.

You glanced around the classroom, baron except for the desks and the large whiteboard covering the expanse of the front wall. A few other students showed up early as well, mostly looking either as nervous as you felt, or tired like they had just enjoyed their first weekend at college perhaps a little too much.

You yourself hadn’t gone too crazy, going to a single party on Saturday where you only had one drink --- lame even by your own standards. However, you were just getting to know your roommates, and felt it best to remain sober enough to keep an eye out on them or manage any situation this new environment would throw you.

You weren’t close with any of your peers from your high school that also attended your university, and it seemed your roommates were in the same boat. So, naturally, you all decided to go out together as new friends. They all seemed to be nice, and you got along well with everyone so far. You hoped that wouldn’t change.

You sigh gently to yourself while reflecting upon your less than thrilling weekend. You hope that one day you’d let yourself experience the wild college parties that you've heard about. You want to know what it felt like to get properly drunk and dance with a cute stranger without any worries in the back of your head.

Speaking of cute strangers, you take a glance around the classroom, steadily filling up with students. You might as well see if there were any hotties in the class that you knew you’d rather daydream about than pay attention to exponent integrations.

You spotted a boy sitting a ways away from you that caught your attention. His legs were stretched out in front of his desk, in a way that screamed “I don’t care if you trip over me, in fact, I dare you.”

His attention was glued to his phone, as he appeared to be taking snapchats --- probably for some obnoxiously beautiful girls, you thought to yourself, eyes rolling slightly. You had to admit though, he was quite attractive. He had dark brown hair, covering his forehead and slightly swept to the side. His eyes were a dark brown to match, and were quite cute. He had a nice nose and clear skin. His most striking feature was his lips however. He had lips that were larger than the average guy and they looked very kissable. And his frame was decently large, his shoulders wide and masculine, juxtaposing his cute eyes and lips.

You blushed at your own thoughts about the stranger across the room, knowing you were getting entirely carried away in your state of boredom. You still had five minutes until class was supposed to begin. You put away your own phone, which you were holding in your hands as some sort of social protection, in your backpack. You then pulled out your fresh new binder with graph paper, lined paper, tabs, dividers, the whole nine yards. You may not enjoy math, but organization always brought you some level of mental tranquility.

You pull out a pen just as you glance up to see a boy standing in front of you, with the brightest, thousand watt smile on his face. His backpack was slung over one shoulder, his hand in his jeans pocket. He had on a loose tee-shirt that somehow flattered his slim frame. You could tell that he wasn’t a meek first year still finding his bearings. He must be at least a second year. You feel your face heat up as you make eye contact, seeing that he’s looking directly at you.

“Hi there! Is this seat taken?” His eyes widen almost comically as he points to the seat directly in front of you.

“Ah no, no it’s empty.” You cringe internally as you notice your less than relaxed delivery.

He gives you another dazzling smile as he plops in the seat in front of you, pulling out his own simple notebook and pencil.

You rub your forehead trying to get yourself to calm down. You need to not turn red every time a cute boy talks to you, let alone look in your direction. This is so not like you.

You manage to calm yourself down, ready to begin your first class so your attention is off the boy sitting in front of you.

Your professor must have walked in as you were mentally reprimanding yourself, because you hear an authoritative man's voice come from the front of the room when 9 o’clock hits. You immediately began trying to pay attention, writing down all of the information he put on the board even though it’s stuff already in the syllabus. The truth was that you simply needed to throw yourself into a task to keep your mind from straying back onto the boy in front of you.

About seven minutes later, the door to the classroom swings open and another boy walks through, giving the prof a quick salute and grin in apology. You, as well as the rest of the class, had naturally turned your eyes towards the distraction. As soon as it was found to just be a straggler, everyone’s attention quickly shifted back to the professor in front. Your curiosity was piqued by his confident, goofy nature, however.

You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on him a moment longer. He had shaggy dark hair, tanned skin, and a smile that was strikingly unique as it was a little bit of a square shape. He was devastatingly handsome, and you had a feeling he knew it too. Your hypothesis was instantly supported as he made eye contact with you, noticing you looking at him longer than your peers. He flashes a smirk your way that you’re pretty sure could knock anyone’s panties off.

You mentally start screaming and feel yourself turning the color of a freaking fire truck. You quickly jerk your head back down to your notes and refuse to look back up to meet his eyes.

It appears he wasn’t going to give you a break though. You felt the air woosh past you as he walks down your aisle and stops immediately behind you, taking the empty seat.

Great.

Now, you were sandwiched between two guys that you're pretty sure were the most attractive you’d seen in a long while. Not to mention the guy several rows over that you were ogling before they even arrived. You quickly realized that there wasn’t a chance in hell your full attention was going to be on the lecture during this class.

Your entire body sagged with relief when your fifty minute class was up and the professor released everyone. Noticing, the boy behind you leaned forward and huskily whispered, “You’re not a morning person either, huh?”

You froze for half a second at the sound of his voice. It was deep and silky, and my god was it sexy. And he was talking to you.

“You could say that.” You were shocked at his attention but somehow managed to pull out a response that didn’t make you look like an idiot. You didn’t bother turning around to look at him as you answered, deciding not to let him see how pink your cheeks were as you returned your items to your bag.

He let out a little chuckle and stood up.

“I’m Taehyung. And you, my little night owl, are?” He drew out the are waiting for your response.

You too stood up, putting your backpack on.

“I, Taehyung, am off to my next class.” You were annoyed that he seemed to take notice of your attention on him in the beginning of the class and thought that you were a fun little target to flirt with. You knew he wasn’t interested, but merely found it fun to take advantage of his good looks. This allowed you to get over your schoolgirl crush behavior and return to your normal self, which you knew had more of a bite than necessary at times. You had developed a tough edge at a young age and you think that it has protected you a lot already in your short life.

He raised an eyebrow at the sudden appearance of sass and gave you another grin. You simply rolled your eyes and turned on your heel to march yourself out of the classroom, joining the other students that were filtering out. By the time you had turned around, the cute guy with the smile that made your heart melt had already left. You were slightly disappointed to your own chagrin. Why on Earth are you paying attention to boys when you knew you had other priorities? It’s not like anything would come of it anyway.

Throughout high school, you steered away from boys in a romantic sense and they more than happily did the same. You knew you were intimidating, as you had a sharp mouth and quick wit. No one messed with you and you liked it that way. You had kept to yourself, and kept your grades high. You just didn’t have any interest in the boys you’ve known since you were a kid.

As you walked to your next class, you silently cursed yourself for not being cool and collected the entire period. Where was that icy exterior that you had curated for years? How did a simple smile from the boy in front of you turn you into a puddle? How did that annoyingly hot guy behind you manage to blindside you at first?

You nearly stopped in your tracks and groaned when you realized that you had that class every. single. day. It was five credits, so that meant Monday through Friday, you’d be there 9 in the morning, attempting to not think about the cute boys around you.

You were giddy deep, deep down that such cute guys were in your class but the more level headed side of you knew it was in vain. It’s not like they’d go for you or anything. And besides, they would only distract you from the class that you already knew was going to be a struggle.

You pinched your eyes shut when you slid into your seat in your next class.

You had a feeling it was going to be a long semester.

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Good morning this is just Oscar being sweet and cute for 40seconds

Here’s the beautifully drawn picture of me hugging a Bakugo body pillow that I don’t have 🙃🙃

Do you see those BT21 socks 👀👀 GO ARMY 😩😩💜💜

You know you’re simping for an anime character when you draw yourself with a body pillow of them 🙄🙄

Do I have no life??

*me as I draw myself with a Ground Zero body pillow as my bakugo pop figuring and painting stare down at me in shame *

INEVITABLE

SHINSO HITOSHI X READER SMAU

His admittance to the Hero Course relies on the next few challenges ahead, just as doubts start to seep into his mind LN YN volunteers to help him train. Will she help him on his course to become a hero or will he get distracted and sucked into a love triangle along with the angry boy in class 1-A?

SOCIAL MEDIA AU; slight spoilers for season 5** Slight Bakugou x Reader love triangle, friends to lovers, suggestive content, crack, fluff, angst probably

START DATE: NOVEMBER 05,2020 TAGLIST: OPEN

MASTERLIST

YN | Shinso

Chapter 01: Gross, No  Chapter 02: Wake Up Call Chapter 03: Fuck Off Chapter 04: I Don’t Know Chapter 05: HELP Chapter 06: Chapter 07 Chapter 08: Chapter 09: Chapter 10:

-TBA-

Why is it as soon as I open this app I see chat blanc 😂😂

What would Aizawa smell like???

My friend tells me he thinks Shouta would be stinky and thus Shinso would be stinky

BUT I BELIEVE SHINSO IS NOT STINKY BOI AND SMELLS LIKE LAVENDAR AND CLEAN LINEN

WHAT DO YAL THINK SHOUTA WOULD SMELL LIKE

my dandelion bakugou x reader SMAU

Masterlist

SUMMARY: You just got your new job as a waitress at the cafe down the street from campus, perfect right? No. Well, it was until your clumsy self ruined everything by spilling coffee all over a customer on your first day. He was obviously not the forgiving type either because he came to the cafe every Friday with his friends to study and would request for another server besides you. Will he ever forgive you or will you have to deal with the man’s red eyes glaring at you every SINGLE Friday?

PAIRINGS: bakugou x reader (female)

STATUS: continuing

WARNINGS: language, memes, mentions of alcohol, sexual references

SCHEDULE: i try to post once a week i’m sorry if i miss a week or something

A/N: if you want to be added to the taglist just comment on this or any other post, or dm me :)

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Introductions: Y/N’s group {} bakugou’s group

ONE: spill

TWO: a hot smart guy 🥵??

THREE: new friend!

FOUR: yAk 🙄

FIVE: prove it

SIX: meet my shitty friends

SEVEN: hot coffee guy mystery

EIGHT: his past 👀

NINE: ship

TEN: CODE RED

ELEVEN: a familiar face

TWELVE: tsu is now broke

THIRTEEN: shippers unite

FOURTEEN: her past 👀

FIFTEEN: married with 10 kids

SIXTEEN: first date??

SEVENTEEN: i’m the best 💥

EIGHTEEN: do you like him?

NINETEEN: i’m taken 😒👉🤚

TWENTY: i ran away

TWENTY-ONE: coming soon :)