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String Of Fate Masterpost

— summary: They set fire to the world around them but would never let a flame touch her.

— genre: fluff, angst / soulmate!au, mafia!au

— status: ongoing

— warning: mafia theme

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♢ Part 1

♢ Part 2

♢ Part 3

♢ Part 4

♢ Part 5

♢ Part 6

♢ Part 7

♢ Part 8 

♢ Part 9 

♢ Part 10 (coming soon…)

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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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Soft Bakugo Katsuki x reader

Characters aged up

Season 3 spoilers!

rated- A (anyone)

warnings- grammar errors

words- 1,200+

summary- As Bakugo goes through a rough patch, he finds his way to your dorm room seeking comfort

Bakugo knocked on your door, he had no idea why he felt the need to be with you, but he did. He knew he could get in serious trouble sneaking out of his dorm room at 1 a.m, but frankly, he didn’t care.  

You opened the door, expecting Kaminari to ask for homework help while giving you food as a trade-off. But instead, you see a soft-looking Bakugo wearing a t-shirt and some gym shorts. He was honestly the last person you ever expected to be at your door, especially at this time of night. You and Bakugo weren’t dating and you weren’t close friends, and you barely spoke to each other. Sure you had caught him staring at you a few dozen times and he never made fun of you or called you an “extra” but it still didn’t make sense why he was at your door. 

You peaked your head out the hallway looking left and right before pulling Bakugo into your dorm room and closing your door. “What are you doing here? You could have gotten in serious trouble if you got caught,” you scolded him, hitting him gently on the shoulder. “You don’t think I fucking know that dumbass?” he practically yelled, you your hand over his mouth shushing him. “Would you shut up! You know if you get caught in here I go down with you!” you whispered screamed at him. You take your hand off his mouth, taking his hand dragging him to your bed as you sit on your bed. “Well don’t just stand there sit down,” you demand, he rolls his eyes but sits down next to you. 

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first kiss ♡ - [bakugou katsuki- bnha]

[b-bsf!au, crush!au, first-time!au,, cw// cursing + bnha masterlist]

-> you scroll through tiktok aimlessly, watching people's posts on your for you page. you spot a few tiktoks that were funny and earned a chuckle then you found one about first kisses. then you realized you have never had your first kiss yet. you didn't really care for first things but sometimes first kisses is your dirty secret, your mind drifts into a daydream, fantasizing about going on your first date with your ideal crush and end up kissing for the first time.

you always brush off the emotions you feel from those dreams but deep down, it would be magical to you. you thought about who would be perfect to kiss you for your first time and what pops up is your boy best friend from freshman year, bakugou katsuki. out of all people, your mind decides its him.

now you both are very close and had never cross the line of flirting or any romantic, everything between is strictly platonic. you are in a bromance, so why him? the more you thought about it, the more your mind concocts new spells - full of endless possibilities of him kissing you and some of them ended up becoming steamy, you can't bear those.

those thoughts slowly rewire your view of the katsuki boy, you start to pay attention to small details about him. the tiny birthmark on the left side of his torso, how he is quiet and calm when doing extra studies or how the sounds of him panting after a good run - dear father you are down bad. these thoughts has been happening for two months and you developing a crush on your boy best friend, your bro.

you felt a little shame because you didn't want to ruin a good relationship because of your stupid fantasy. everyone in the "bakusquad" notice your attraction to bakugou, how you get distracted by him when he is doing something mundane or how you caress him with you guys are cuddling. they picked up on you staring at his lips a lot and has been wondering if your relationship with bakugou is more than platonic.

"uhm baku bro, can i ask you a question-"

"-aren't you asking one right now..." bakugou scoffs matter-of-factly.

"i- okay whatever, not to pry but-"

"-just say it!"

"just let me speak first!" kirishima huffs.

"ha no-"

"are you and y/n dating?" kirishima rambles.

bakugou looks to his best friend confused," huh! what the hell are you asking, shitty hair!"

kirishima exhales shakily," im asking, are you guys together as a couple?"

"hell no, they are like a bro to me-"

"are you sure because the way they look at you says otherwise..."

bakugou squint at the red head," otherwise? what otherwise! they only look at me like a bro, what are you even spewing right now?"

"mina said they were playing truth or dare and they admitted to having a little thing for you. we all notice how they look at you!" exclaims kirishima.

instantly the blonde boy got upset about false assumption about you and storm off to his dorm, what are they even talking about? you don't like him, you two are just friends. you can be touchy and sometimes clingy, you do stare at him for a little longer than you usually do but that doesn't mean you like him right?

kirishima's question had him in a loop, he doesn't what his friend said but slowly he starting to be convinced. bakugou never notice how you stop looking at him directly or how your eyes widen and your skin gets a little warmer when you two are very close to each other. shit maybe shitty hair is right but he can't assume if he doesn't test this hypothesis.

you guys are watching a movie late at night, its the twenty-third hour of the day which is eleven pm and you guys are sharing a blanket. his back on the sofa arm, his right arm extends around your shoulder and his legs are manspreading. you laid your head on his shoulder, your legs on his lap with his hands on top of them.

bakugou's mind race with thoughts about his little plan, the amount of possibilities of it going wrong and the future of your friendship is at stake because he listened to kirishima. he didn't notice how loud his heart is beating because his thoughts are louder.

"uh bakugou, are you okay?" your head leans up to meet his fiery eyes. his eyes meets yours, the look in his eye would be mistaken for him mean mugging you but you know he is fixated on something.

"why wouldn't i be y/mn?"

now you are on alert, he usually calls you "shitface" or "dipshit" but he used your middle name which isn't commonly used by only your immediate family, he only calls you that because he thinks it fits you better than your actual name," you used my name kacchan... whst are you fixating about now?"

his breath a little unsteady as he sits up before answering," how do you know if someone likes you?"

your cheeks heats up, your brain froze for a bit before replying then you cleared your throat to regain composure," uhm who are they, if you mind asking?"

you readjust yourself to sit up to give your full attention. you notice the slight blush on his ears, face and neck- dang he must really like this person...

the blonde licks his lips then squeezes your thighs as usual," uhm i- i don't like- like them yet. its just that i want to know if they do have feelings for me."

pulling his head up to examine his state even more, he pulls his head away from you in bashfulness. your stomach felt fuzzy because your mind is battling between two distinct thoughts, its either he knows or he doesn't know.

although your mouth ran faster than your brain could compute,"i do like you kacchan..."

his head snaps to your direction, the silence between you boils and bubbles. you can't take his stares anymore," im gonna go to bed. night-."

"come back here shitface, we aren't done here!"

you sigh, trying to hold back tears of embarrassment," katsuki lower your voice! you will wake up the others..." your voice lowers a couple octaves.

"you think i give a fuck, y/mn? come here and let's talk." he moves the blanket to reveal the seat of the sofa, patting it softly. "so uh you like me right? why all of a sudden?"

his thumb massages the the back of your neck. you tried to fight the urge to lean in his chest but your body wanted it more than you to relax. you lean on his chest before looking up at him, bakugou pulls your body on his chest and you squeak a bit from his sudden actions. you didn't think he is capable of this much intimacy.

"you don't have to tell me y/n... i should have rushed you like that from before, im so-sorr-sorry." he said while hugging you tightly.

your eyes waters, a couple of droplets dropped on his arms," i liked you for more than a couple months now, i didn't want to ruin our friendship because you don't get close to people very often. and i didn't want you to believe i became friends with you for a dumb reason like having a crush on you."

"its fine i guess, i won't mind dating at all if we are being honest here-"

"- you dont have to say it out of pity."

"im not y/n." bakugou pulls your face to his, the mintiness of his breath ghost on your lips, his fingers cupping your chin and his eyes flicker to your lips," im comfortable with you so if anything- i don't mind risking our friendship for you."

he leans in to kiss you but you stopped him then stutters to say," 'haven't had my first kiss yet katsuki."

"do you want me to be your first kiss?" he asks," we don't have to rush at all if you want to go slow."

"can it be on valentine's day, i want to spend valentine's with you..." you said biting your lips, waiting for his answer.

bakugou laughs and hugs you," deal. where do you want to go?"

"i don't know... uhm i tell you in the week." you said resting humor head in the crook of his neck. your nose tickling him a little bit.

"okay, uhm you want to go to bed or chill in my dorm?"

you laughs," i'll go to my dorm instead but night katsuki."

"oh okay, see ya' tomorrow."

denki, kirishima and mina with the whole class-1a watch you two hug and go your separate ways, they all are in awe with seeing bakugou's soft side compared to the yelling mess he usually is.

"how did he get a date before me?" mineta whines.

tsui shot back," you're wondering why?"

"shh he might hear us!" mina whines.

"get the fuck out or i'll blow you guys up!"

sero jumps up and runs," oh shit he found us!"

masterlist

instead of editing my old masterlist i deleted it, so have a new & updated one

all in alphabetical order

(a) - adult themes e.g violence, alcohol, drugs ect

(x) - smut

(f) - finished series

i also take commissions for oc’s & specific stories here - tip jar

all might (toshinori yagi):

Afraid of Dying - All Might x Reader

Big Brother - All Might x Pregnant!Reader

Caged - Alpha!Villian!All Might x Omega!Reader | part 1 (a)(x) | part 2 (x) |

Health Care - All Might x Health Care!Reader

Save Your Tear - Villian!All Might x Reader

Wolfman - Werewolf!All Might x Reader

eraserhead (shota aizawa):

Assistant Teacher - Aizawa x Teacher!Reader | part 1 | part 2 |

Brother-In-Law - Yandere!Aizawa x Reader | part 1 |

In My Way - Aizawa x Hero!Reader (a)

Jealousy - Yandere!Villian!Aizawa x Hero!Reader | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (x) | 

No Touchie - Aizawa x Reader Headcanon

Prom? - Teen!Aizawa x Teen!Reader

Slurred Words - Aizawa x Teacher!Reader (a)

Stone Cold Stare - Dad!Aizawa x Reader 

hawks (keigo takami):

Colour Changer - Hawks x Bartender!Reader | part 1 (x) |

Get the Scoop - Hawks x Journalist!Reader | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 |

One of the Good Guys - Villain!Hawks x Reader (a)

One Last Kiss - Hawks x Hero!Reader

Treasure - Dragon!Hawks x Reader (x)

izuku midoryia:

The Last Omega - Alpha!Izuku Midoriya x Omega!Reader

katsuki bakugo:

Better than You - Student!Bakugo x Student!Reader | part 1 (a) | 

No Touchie - Hawks x Reader Headcanon

Notes - Student!Bakugo x Student!Reader

The Cave - 3rd Year!Bakugo x 3rd Year!Reader

overhaul (kai chisaki):

Arranged Marriage - Overhaul x OC | part 1 | 

shoto todoroki:

Sinner’s Prayer - Devil!Shoto Todoroki x Reader (x)

Yule Ball: Part II - Professor Snape x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: After your encounter with Professor Snape at the Yule Ball, you both can’t stop thinking of one another. A chance encounter only makes things worse.

Notes: Here is a requested second part to my Yule Ball Snape fic! Hope you like.

Part One 

Part Three 

“It was a successful night,” Dumbledore declares with a warm smile, thinking back to the Yule Ball that had been a couple months prior.

“It certainly was an improvement over last year’s disaster,” McGonagall nods, “Not one Gryffindor student stepped poorly during the dance.”

“Nor did my Slytherins,” Snape adds, and everyone turns their head to look at the head of house.

“Severus, where exactly were you chaperoning?” Sprout asks, and Snape frowns.

“Outside… in the courtyards.”

“Ah yes,” Dumbledore chuckles, “With those carriages out there, nights such as these are certainly taken advantage of by the students.”

“I do not think it was the night alone that was taken advantage of,” Karkaroff smirks, and Snape snaps his head up to his old acquaintance.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Yes, what is it supposed to mean, Igor?” Minerva asks, placing a hand over her chest, “You can’t be suggesting what I think you are.” Snape implores him to go on with a glare so withering it could sour pumpkin juice.

“All I am saying, is I was walking with you one minute and then you simply vanished.”

“Well perhaps I was refreshing myself with some of that delightful punch,” Snape replies in sarcasm, and nearly everyone present understands it as sarcasm.

“But you just disappeared!” Igor presses on, “No tracks inside, Severus!”

“Our conversation was finished,” Snape says slowly.

“Not if you ask me.”

“No one is asking you, Igor,” Snape growls.

“I am very much asking him, Severus!” Minerva blurts, “Though I cannot fathom what would make him say such a thing, it’s quite plain to me that you would never– ever– do anything in the nature of what he is suggesting.”

“Hmm,” Igor mutters simply, and crosses his arms.

“Perhaps it is a moot point, but may I inquire,” Dumbledore lifts a finger, munching on a sweet, “As to what you were conversing about in the first place, Mr. Karkaroff?”

Igor shuts right up at this, and Snape has to smirk right back at the retired death eater. He never could keep his mouth shut.

Sufficiently embittered after the surprise morning inquisition, Snape didn’t know if he was quite in the mood to witness Potter slip through death’s fingers again this afternoon, in the second thrilling Triwizard challenge. How had Igor figured that out? He was always so careful, and if anyone (of significance, that is) found out, about… that, his carefully crafted reputation was at stake. He was distracted as well by the memory of that night, as much as he did not want to be. Your eyes, staring at him as if he was the most beautiful man in the world… your hands on him, your breath on his skin, your wetness, slicking his–

No. It was once, never again. You made that clear Severus. 

His feelings toiled inside of him, conflicted as always. He was angry with himself, angry at you with no real reason to be, and angry at this Merlin damn Triwizard Tournament for mandating a bloody Yule Ball.

“Afternoon, Professor Snape,” a couple of passing third years chime, and he resists the urge to whack them upside the head.

“Shouldn’t you two be in class?” he grumbles.

“No sir! We’re on our way to the games!” the other one says happily, and Snape scowls.

“Then why are you talking to me?”

They hurry off, and as Snape finally resigns himself to the fact that he has to attend these silly games, he hears a noise beside him. Glancing over, he notices a door to the broom cupboard. The rats in this school were positively enormous, it was ridiculous. Snape takes out his wand, and swings the door open…

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The online Japanese course that no one talks about

Okay so I’m not a langblr and I never plan to be. However. What I do know from following a ton of them is that no one talks about Minato.

Now you may be thinking, ‘What’s Minato?’. It’s a website that was recommended to me by a Japanese Studies university professor for learning Japanese at home.

It’s literally the best resource out there and it’s free (funded by the Japanese government). You can choose between self-study and tutor support-led courses.

There are courses in Hiragana, Katakana, and the general language (from levels A1 to A2), and you can download a certificate and study record after completion of a course.

Here’s the link. Or if you want to type it: https://minato-jf.jp

Go. Learn some actual Japanese.

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