Hey! I just thought of this idea, what if Todoroki sees his crush sleeping in the library and he walks up to her and kisses her cheek? He walks away but stops when he realises that his crush was awake?

fandomness–randomness:

I’m a lil tired so imma do headcannons that basically make up a whole ass scenario lol


  • Okay so as we know Todoroki doesn’t show emotions a whole lot
  • No one in the class knows he likes you except Midoriya. And it’s not that Midoriya found out on his own, no, it’s because Todoroki went to his dorm room at 1 AM and asked the little broccoli head why his stomach felt all weird whenever he saw or even thought of you
  • That was one really long night for Midoriya to say the least
  • So Todoroki not knowing how to express his feelings (I mean he never really had a model to follow when he was younger so he’s very nervous about approaching you) wouldn’t interact with you much
  • But that doesn’t stop him from admiring from afar, oh no
  • He’ll watch you from his spot in the back of the class, watch you during hero training, even watch you during lunch (He doesn’t do it all the time I swear, he just likes admiring you for a couple seconds when his eyes gaze over you)
  • But when it comes to talking to you and interacting with you in ANY way, he never speaks much. He always spoke to you like he did with any of his other classmates, but his heart yearned to just grab onto your hand and never let go
  • So that’s why when he saw you sleeping in the library, he couldn’t help but bend down and give your cheek a small smooch. He was really quick about it and was quick to walk away, fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins cause like, that’s the closest he’s EVER been to you!! You were the one person that he wanted to touch and be with for the first time in years so he couldn’t help himself!
  • Little did you know that you were in the weird limbo between awake and sleep so when he kissed your cheek, your eyes widened quicker than you could say Plus Ultra
  • As you watched him walked out of the library with wide eyes and almost no breath, you realized that maybe your little crush on him was reciprocated. Just maybe.

sex with michael

bloomtate:

warnings; its really dirty. lol

a/n; im really blunt. enjoy

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young:

  • very nervous
  • wait .. what do i do? would be the question of the night
  • he’s fascinated by your moans
  • had the most lovestruck look on his face when you were undressing
  • do you like what you see, michael? you’d ask him
  • y-yes. i do. he’d say, completely enamored with your body
  • you were nervous to truly reveal yourself to him
  • so before you unclasped your bra, you took a deep breath
  • and let it fall to the floor
  • you saw michael freeze
  • so you walked over to him and took one of his hands in yours
  • and placed it on one of your bare breasts
  • he lets out a moan just from that
  • don’t be scared. you’d tell him, cupping his cheek
  • messages your breast
  • looks at you like you’re the most beautiful person in the world
  • when he sees you throw your head back and let out the quietest moan, he smiles at the slightest
  • gets the hang of it quickly
  • you lean down and connect your lips with his, slowing trailing your hands down his chest

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halloween with michael

bloomtate:

warnings; sex, mention of satan (lol), bloodplay i guess (?), it gets dirty. idk how else to put it

note; happy halloween lovers. heres some devil dick while youre at it ❤

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young:

  • hanging out in his room
  • constance preparing warmed apple cider for the both of you
  • constance is grateful for yours and michaels friendship
  • she knows its good for him
  • michael is so so excited about having you over
  • always suggesting things to do
    • y/n lets watch a movie!!!
    • please y/n lets hand out candy to trick or treaters!!
  • all within the span of like 10 minutes
    • slow down michael, we have all night. you’d laugh
  • telling ghost stories to each other at like 9 pm
  • handing out candy to trick or treaters
  • the happiness on his face was beaming when the saw kids in their costumes
  • would always give them so much candy
    • oh my goodness y/n look!!! a little firefighter!!!
  • his innocence is radiating off of him
  • but then again .. the darkness inside of him showed for a split second

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qira-txrgaryen-prince:

Study Sessions With Jim Mason Involves:

– You and Jim offering to study with one another

– He was having trouble with algebra and you were having trouble with physics

– You study either in the library or your house (because he was afraid of his mother finding out)

– Cups of coffee and energy drinks all over the floor in your room

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creepynyah:

Creepypasta imagine

Braiding their hair:

Jeff the killer:

Pulling jeff’s hair back as he tried to run you wrapped your legs around his waist as he sat cross legged on the bed, “Jeff stop moving or I’ll cut it off” You grunted out while trying to harness your braiding skills. You could hear him roll his eyes so you tugged a little harshly on his black locks for good measure, “Ow! You’re trying to pull my hair out! Right- that’s it in leaving!” He exclaimed while leaning forward promptly. Growling angrily you went forward with him since you were attached to his hips, “Get back here shit head” You grumbled annoyed at his futile attempt at escape. He let out an annoyed sigh but let you continue your braiding.

Eyeless jack:

Draping yourself over jacks back you nestled your chin into his warm shoulder as a smirk held firm on your face, “Can I braid your hair?” You questioned while absorbing his toasty back heat seeping out from under his hoodie. His blue mask slowly turned to face your mischievous face then pressed into your nose to leave a small boop, “No because last time I ended up with French plaits for a week” He scolded from underneath his mask making the tone muffled. Pressing your curled lips into the back of his ear you chuckled shallowly at the memory of you accidentally sticking his locks together, “Well it’s not my fault toby plotted the glue there” You snickered as you held a lock of his hair between your two fingers and subconsciously started to braid it.

Hoodie:

Creeping up from behind hoodie you flicked his hood down so the back of his balaclava was exposed, masky and toby were in the kitchen with you so you couldn’t tear his mask off and braid his whole hair in a stylish design. Perking up suddenly at the brialliant idea, you pushed a little bit of his cloth up to expose the sensitive hairs at the back of his head then started to brush them gently. When you had finished you peered at his red indents from the side looking for any signs of discomfort, he didn’t show any signs of distress- If anything he started to lean into your touch when you softly interlinked his locks together. However he did lunge at toby when he asked if you could braid his hair, it took you and masky to hold him back.

Masky:

Shuffling on top of masky as you layed on his back as he probably slept (it’s too dark to see) you got comfortable on your stomach which encouraged you to stretch your arms out and bury your fingers in his surprisingly silky hair, your head perked up immediately at the feeling of his hair inbetween your fingers so- being the great partner you were- you decided to start braiding his hair in random places where mini plaits could actually fit. However as soon as your fingertips caressed his side burns he flipped his head around 360 to bore his black pits into your eyes, amused at his reaction a smirk curled onto your lips since you had already succeeded in braiding his hair throughly.

Ticci toby:

Lightly brushing your fingertips along his Adams apple you leaned into his ear probably with an aura of annoyance, “Toby, I just spent half an hour brushing the knots out of your hair, so- I think I get to braid your hair” You explained as calm as you could just as his hands were gripping onto the side of the chair ready to leave. He huffed then grumbled something incoherent underneath his breath but allowed you to hastily run your fingers through his locks, he knew he would be here a while so he sunk into the chair and signed as your fingers worked wonders in his scalp. Continuing to gently tug on his locks you smirked wickedly, “Calm down toby I’m only braiding your hair” You grinned as his eyes flew open.

This is a visual representation of you touching masky’s sideburns. ^