EXCUSE ME WHY ARE YOU STILL IN BRAZIL???!???

ik this is a very used trope for todoroki but i love it so much, so im gonna say it one more time.

shoto todoroki uses his quirk when he hugs you. it’s obvious the he’s kinda oblivious to relationships and that’s just because he’s never been in one before you, but he’s trying his best and that’s what matters the most. when he finds out from a conversation with a few of the girls in class 1-a that warm hugs are comforting, he wonders if you agree.

so he tests it.

todoroki knows you’re a hugger, you basically hug him every time you see him. so the next time you hug him, he’s gonna use his ice quirk and slightly make himself colder to see how fast you move away. then he’s gonna test it with his fire side, and heat himself up.

once he finds out you prefer a warmer hug, he uses it every time as an excuse to show off to you without you really realizing it and also an excuse to hug you more.

I may be gay af for Vanessa but hear me out-

MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAAAA YOUR CHARACTER MODEL FINALLY STABILIZEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

HE LOOKS SO CUTTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I genuinely hate when writers don't tag their fics properly. you can't have the only two warnings be "arguments and smut" and then write something that sets feminism back 4 centuries. Like I dont mind those kinds of fics but seriously LET A BITCH KNOW if that's what happening.

(This may or may not be about a steve rogers fic I read but my point still stands)

josh hutcherson in his dilf era is something i didn’t know i needed until now

fuck it ik u cant rlly spot george weasley fans in the wild but i love this man and i have free will so i posted this 🩵

lover, you should've come over, 'cause it's not too late. | g. weasley

burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him. george weasley never wanted to be in love. but that day—that one special day from his first year that he'll forever hold dear - is when he caught a glimpse of your bewitching eyes and those stray ethereal curls he dreamt so much of touching. to hold you was to go to heaven—or so he said.

lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in. each passing moment with you was eternal—those moments when he touched you, when he felt like he wasn't a half of a whole; like he was his own person, only associated with you.

sometimes a man gets carried away when he feels like he should be having his fun, much too blind to see the damage he's done. there was this fight between the two of you, right before the great war. you knew there would be consequences in participating in it, whilst he was ever the griffindor—always fearless and courageous. he could remember your sad words of goodbye that night; when you held him so tightly whispering words of sugariness althought you made it very clear that you were on different sides. be brave, griffindor. be strong as the walls you've built around your heart.

his body turns, and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come. he could never live that way again. his old, carefree ways spent with his dear departed brother, fred—all gone. and the worse of all, you weren't there. you'll never be there again. all the sadness and destruction that happened in his life was all because he chose to stray away from you; from the everlasting sweetness you had provided his life. all gone, all gone.

sometimes a man must awake to find that, really he has no one. as he spent a whole year alone, with weasley's wizarding wheezes closed and his time spent all on trying to move on—he couldn't. he sees and hears and reads your name everywhere, may it be on the daily prophet where he reads that your family has moved on, or in his mother's mouth when she casually mentions that you have visited the burrow when he wasn't around. he hears your voice at his sister's pre-recorded messages from you, which contained all the sweet, kind words he wanted to hear. you were everywhere.

oh, love, well, he's waited for you. those months he spent with angelina—his brother's past girlfriend were only temporary soltitude; whilst his mind's peace when he was around you lasted forevermore. he couldn't help but compare your smile with her's, and how his words for angelina never seemed genuine. he felt like angelina, too, was looking for something she could never get back. and like two kindred souls, they decided being lonely together was better than mourning fred alone. it was too fast to be healthy for the both of them, and they knew that very well. so when things took a turn and they fighted, fighted, and fighted—he remembered you and how you fought, fought, and fought. all his fault.

sweet lover, you should've come over. him and angelina eventually separated, and his feet found itself on your door. he knocked, three times—your lucky number. and as soon as you opened the door, he begged, begged and begged.

"i know—i know that i am not worthy of standing at your door, but my love— let me; let me fall in love with you once more; not one single moment did i stop— so that i can truly prove to you that i am."

When you and Bakugo got married, he made it very clear that he wanted a ton of kids. of course, you didn't want like 12 kids, and you told him that, but he completely ignored you and looked right at you and said "I don't care, you are my wife, and I expect you to give me some brats"

you were (rightfully so) offended by this and you countered saying: "well if I have to pop out a bunch of kids for you then I better be able to quit my job, and become a stay-at-home mom, and get my nails done and my hair done whenever I want. and I want you to pay for everything and buy me clothes and flowers and chocolates all the time" thinking it would shut him up about having a mini army

but your plan backfired and just like that you became a pregnant, stay-at-home mom with 4 kids, no responsibilities (other than the kids), and a loving husband who came home with gifts every night. and despite the smug grins from your husband and the stress of having a bunch of kiddos running around you wouldn't have it any other way

just imagining the difference in how Fred and George spoil their s/o.

I like to imagine Fred goes materialistic. Growing up wearing hand me downs and patching clothes until they basically fall off, he likes to make sure his s/o is dressed to the nines. They stun anywhere they go with designer brands, a mix between muggle brand he has no idea about and magic ones he used to envy. He loves to shower his s/o with gifts he used to be unable to give back in hogwarts. He always makes sure his kids don’t go without, they always have clothes and replace them when needed, making sure they aren’t using thrifted books for classes like he did. Some might say it’s conceited, but nothing brings him more joy than to know his family is well taken care of.

George, on the other hand, loves to spoil his s/o with experiences. Sure, he’ll give you nice gifts every so often, but thats not his thing. He’d rather take you on fancy dates and marvelous vacations. He’d rather give you a fun experience than a shiny new toy. He holds fun memories above all else, so that when he’s old he can remember them fondly. He would rather save his money to take you to different parts of the world than spend it. Once his s/o and him have kids, he is the type of dad who plans the most extravagant birthdays and memorable traditions.

Thomas Astruc to Natalie, Adrien, Ivan, Felix, Chloe, Zoe, Tom Dupain, Luka & Juleka, and Emilie:

“YOU GET DADDY ISSUES, AND YOU GET DADDY ISSUES, EVERYONE GETS DADDY ISSUES!”

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