#bit burnt out so have a couple of fun jack sketches

[sweeteastart]

B&W sketches of Jack

[mizunetzu]

my request is flaaaaaacidddddd peeeeenisssss

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Iida x reader - Iida Tenya’s Imaginary Boyfriend (True Ending)

⚠️warnings - good ending HAHAGQ

Pronouns - male, he/him

Part one can be found here!

Part two can be found here!

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He woke up in recovery girls office.

He wasn’t sure how he got here. All he remembered was his head feeling a bit faint walking back to the dorms, then waking up here. Looking out the windows, vast colors of orange and yellow flooded in between the cracks of the blinds, making colorful stripes paint his bed with light. He presumed it was around sunset.

The door clicked open. Recovery girl, Aizawa, and detective Tsukauchi walked through the door.

“Do you know where you are right now, Iida?” Aizawa was frank, as usual.

“I believe I am in recovery girls office, though I have no clue how I got here.”

Tsukauchi cleared his throat. “You were hit with a villains quirk about 2 days ago. You’ve been asleep ever since. It caused you to go in a nightmare-ish dream state until we caught them.”

Iida retrieved his glasses from the bedside table. It was then he realized he was in his pajamas. Aizawa stepped forward. “What’s your full name?”

“Iida Tenya.”

“How old are you and what school do you go to?”

“15 years old and I attend UA high school.”

Aizawa hummed. Nothing seemed to be wrong with his memory. “Do you know what day it is?”

“March 17...no, 19? Forgive me, it’s somewhere between there.”

“Iida,” Aizawa looked confused. It made Iida feel sort of uneasy aswell. Like getting a problem wrong and having your teacher be disappointed in you. “That’s almost a full month away. It’s February 3rd today.”

February 3rd. If Iida recalled correctly, that was around the day that everyone seemed to forget that (Y/n) existed. He checked his wrists out of habit. (Y/n’s) watch were gone. He was about to ask where it was, when the detective clicked his tongue.

“Well-thats to be expected,” Tsukauchi held up a case file, most likely a report on the criminal who used their quirk on Iida. “Time passes differently in the quirk-induced coma Iida-san was in. Some people affected by them claim it’s been years when it’s only been a couple of days. Truly terrifying.”

Recovery girl tutted. “All of his vitals seem to be in check. He should be able to return to the dorms now. Just have him take it easy for a couple days in training.”

“Mm. Make sure you make up your missed work,” Aizawa turned back, as Tsukauchi exited the office and recovery girl sat in her desk. “And tell your classmates you’re alright. Your friends were freaking out when you wouldn’t wake up in the morning. They should be in the dorms by now.”

Iida nodded.

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Walking back to the dorms, there was one thing Iida couldn’t get off his mind.

He’s been in a ‘quirk-induced coma’ for 2 days. The passage of time is different with their quirk as to real life. And he could’ve sworn it was late March instead of early February.

So when did he fall asleep? And what was his ‘dream’ about?

He, at first, thought it was the result of walking home with his friends after seeing that sketch artist Kaitekina, but that doesn’t happen until almost a full month later. So, most of the things Iida remembers doing and learning in class has not happened yet.

And, nightmare? He remembers falling asleep and seeing (Y/n) in his dreams, but that doesn’t fall under ‘nightmare’ territory. Actually, it was rather pleasant.

“Oi! Iida’s awake!” He heard Kirishima yell, as he walked through the door. Most everyone was in the common room, and turned their heads. Each one of them erupted into a smile, saying things like “are you ok?” Or “glad to see you awake, Iida-san!”

He, unintentionally, tuned them all out.

What was his ‘nightmare?’ What made his dreams about a boy who doesn’t exist so bad? Was he waking up in his dream just to go to bed in that dream to dream another dream? What-

“-and (L/n) was so worried bro! I mean-he looked ok like usual but I guess he doesn’t really go out of his room unless you force him t-“

“I’m sorry, who?” Iida’s disbelieving voice sharply cut off Kaminari’s ramblings. He didn’t hear that correctly. His mind had to be playing tricks on him.

“...bro...” Looks of worry or confusion flooded the 1A students. Similar to when they looked at him like he was insane, asking for a non-existent student named (L/n) (Y/n).

Kaminari awkwardly chuckled. “(L/n)...? Your personal hype man? Dude who follows you around like a dog?”

“Kaminari-that was mean, he does not follow Iida around like a dog.”

“But he does!”

A playful argument rang out between Jirou and Kaminari. Everyone’s attention seemed to shift from Iida, to Jirou blasting her heartbeat into Kaminaris ears with her ear jacks.

“Iida-kun, are you okay..?” Midoryia brought Iida out of his trance. “Did you lose your memory or something while you were asleep?”

“No no I just-I probably misheard Kaminari-kun. Who was he talking about?” His voice was wavering. His desperation hidden behind the glare of his thick cut glasses and messy bed hair. He needed to comb his hair once he sorted things out.

“(L/n) (Y/n)-kun?” There it’s was again. “He sits next to you in class? You...oh! You two fought in the sports festival? And...yknow...the whole,” Midoryia stuck out his tongue making a mask with his hands and pretending to lick someone’s blood. “-thing?”

Everytime he asked who he fought in the sports festival, everyone including Midoryia would say “Hatsume-san, Ibara-san, and Todoroki-kun.” He never recalled fighting someone named “Ibara” from class 1B, having fought (Y/n) instead, but he grew to just accepting it.

And when he asked about the Stain incident, Todoroki and Midoryia would claim it was just them three fighting him. There was no one with (h/c) hair that helped Midoryia, him, and Todoroki out immensely. As far as Iida was concerned, (L/n) (Y/n) did not exist to the world.

So why was everyone talking like he was a real person?

“Iida, if you really don’t remember, you should go get that checked out by recovery girl...it’s pretty odd that you forgot about your own classma-“

The sudden startup of engines, followed by the whirring hiss of smoke trailing past him cut Midoryia off. Iida burned through the pants of his pajamas, but he didn’t care. He ran as fast as he could to the 4th floor of the boys side of the dorms.

His heart quickened with every step he took. He wasn’t one to get his hopes up, but the obvious look of desperation on Iida’s face seemed to lead his thoughts. He needed to see for himself.

Skidding to a halt infront of the supposedly empty dorm room, he once again halted when he reached for the doorknob. Everytime he’d check this room on impulse, he was always met with the empty, white walls and drawn curtains supplied by the school. He didn’t want to walk in and face white again.

And he didn’t.

Almost taking the door off the hinges, Iida practically shoved the door out of his way. A small gasp ripped its way through Iida’s throat.

A dimly lit room, one that was never kept clean, that had an oddly sweet smell coming from it. He saw the vaguely familiar (f/c) bedsheets, with the sea blue comforter thrown lazily on it, half slipping onto the ground. He saw the messily taped Ingenium posters, crooked and wonky, plastered on his studying table, which was almost never used for studying. When they studied together, it was usually on Iida’s bed or somewhere outside.

But finally, he saw the patio slider door opened, curtains fluttering in the mellow orange sunlight with someone standing outside. They were leaning on the balcony, with their arms stretching up, the reflection of their cheap red watch burning light into Iida’s eyes.

“(L/n)...kun...?” The name felt foreign on his lips. Even if he technically ‘saw him two days/one month ago’, it felt like years since he’s actually felt like he was in the same room as him. The boy, (Y/n), turned around.

Setting sunlight painted his face with warm colors, making the (h/c) shade of his hair burn brighter. The light also seemed to reflect off the (e/c) iris’ of (Y/n’s) face, making it look like it was glowing. It lit his face well enough to make him seem ethereal. Breathtaking. Real.

It was him. It was (Y/n).

“Morning, Tenya. How’s it feel to be asleep for two days?”

Iida didn’t answer. Instead, he walked tentatively towards the patio sliding entrance, his burnt pajama pants cinching his calves now that his adrenaline high was subsiding. He stopped a few inches way from (Y/n), reaching out and shakily touching his cheek.

Instead of fazing through him, or flat out fading, his hand made contact with warm, soft skin. (Y/n) hummed and nuzzled his cheek into his hand. Iida’s vision blurred involuntarily, despite him having his glasses on.

“Is something wrong? Did something happen?”

His voice’s vibration, and the warm breath that fanned his chest was enough proof that he was here. Enough proof he was dragged down back to earth, no longer just a distant memory no one remembered.

Iida’s throat closed up, and he felt his knees go weak. He was a blurred mass of (h/c) and (skin/c), with the hint of red that protruded from his arm, but Iida knew he was still there. He was there, with him, and would be going on until forever.

A tender, hoarse chuckle escaped Iida. He leaned his cheek onto (Y/n’s) forehead, not caring that his face and bed hair was still messy and reeked of sleep. He smiled.

“Nothing. Nothing at all, (Y/n)-kun.”

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Haha. That was fun. Anyways-

[giribug]

Unfinished stories

First story: will you be my juliet m.f "I will never forget you" Those were the last words I said to my best friend. I thought I would never see him again. I had lost hope. In 2013 I made a YouTube channel, NotSoGrace. Video games took over my life. I forgot about him. He forgot about me too. *** "And if you liked this video give it a thumbs up, I will see all of you tomorrow, buh bye!" I say to the camera I edited the video,it was quite easy because I was playing "Sara is Missing" there wasn't anything to skip. *** about 30 minutes later I got a notification on Twitter. @notgrace should do a collaborative with @markiplier. Markiplier? I looked him up on YouTube. His face looked quite familiar. I just couldn't put my finger on it. I clicked on a video titled "Do you know Markiplier?" "Hello everybody my name is Markiplier" the video started He started doing quizzes about himself. "Where was I born?" He said aloud He started to go off about how he wasn't born in O'aho, Hawaii, he was born in Honolulu, Hawaii. I know some one who did the exact same thing... "What is my full name?" "Mark Edward Fishbach" he speaks again "Fishbach" I  repeat in my head Mark Fishbach... "Welcome our new student Mark Fishbach" Mrs Gray said "Sit next to Grace please" she spoke again "Hi I'm Grace" "I'm Mark" "Let's be best friends" the small boy said "Okay" * "Mom, can Mark come over tonight?" "Yea" "She said yea, Mark" * "I'll never forget you" "Mark" I repeat out loud, tears pricking my eyes I ran to my room and grabbed the picture of me and the small boy. I looked at it and compared it to the computer screen. I took a picture of the picture, and posted it on Twitter with caption. '@markiplier do you remember? *** Chapter 2: I got a notification on Twitter. @notgrace: @markiplier do you remember? There was a picture attached. The same picture, I had in my room. @notgrace I do remember... I need to talk to her. My eyes were watering slightly. "What's wrong mark?" Amy asked behind me "I- I found my best friend" "Are you gonna go see him?" "Her" I corrected Her face grew slightly angry. "Am I not good enough for you?" She asked "I never said that" I said softly "Well evidentaly your seeing another girl" she accuses "I'm not she's my best friend and I haven't seen her in like 8 years" "I swear if you fall for her-" she starts but I cut her off with a kiss "I won't" *** I messaged him, asking for his address. He gave it to me of course. I was there in 20 minutes. I knocked on the door, a bit nervous. A blueberry haired boy opened the door. "You must be Grace" he says "Yup" I say "I'm Ethan" he says  holding out his hand "Nice to meet you" I say "Mark's in the living room over there" he says pointing to a walk way. I walk over to it and the the red haired man, on his phone. I sneak behind him and cover his eyes with my small hands. "I'm blind!" He yells "Nope guess again " I say disguising my voice "Tyler get off me" he says "TYLER'S HERE!?" I ask letting go of his face "GRACE!" He yells pulling me over the back of the couch, and hugging me "I thought I'd never see you again" I say tearing up "Well I'm here" he says "Who's here?" I familiar voice says I look down the hall to see Tyler "TYLER!"I yell jump off the couch to him "Grace?" "Yup" He hugged me tight. "I can't believe I found you guys" "Oh she's here" another voice says, this time a woman Down the hall comes a blonde women. She was very pretty. "Mark you didn't tell me you had a girl friend" I say dragging out the last word Mark rolled his eyes and blushed slightly "Amy this is Grace and Grace this is Amy" "Nice to meet you Amy" I say holding out my hand "Yea, nice" she mutters shaking my hand "I have a feeling you to will be great friends" Tyler says *** Story 2: random imagines Prompt - it's a rainy day. They decide to have a lazy day ⬛⬛⬛ She awoke to the sound of thunder roaring outside. She struggled to get out of the warm bed that she was laying in with Tyler beside her. She tiptoed to the kitchen to make some tea She walked back to her room she shared with Tyler Tyler was sitting propped up on the pillows "Morning sleepy head" she said to the groggy boy "Morning" he responded in the a gravely voice His curls were tangled A small mark from a few nights ago was still visible on his neck "I made you some tea" she said to him handing him the warm mug "Thanks princess" "Princess?" She questioned him "Your my princess" he says pulling her into his lap She ran her fingers down his arm to the warm mug he was holding She grabbed the fluffy blanket from off the bedside chair and got comfy next to him "The rain is so beautiful" she says "Almost as beautiful as you" he says "You're so cheesey" "But you love me" He set the cup down turning the small girl around to face him Her eyes met his dark brown ones She ran her thumb across his cheek Their lips met She ran her hand through his curls ⬛⬛⬛ She cuddled against him Watching the movie contently The thunder roared Scarring the girl "Don't worry princess' he said ⬛⬛⬛ Story 3: Sweetheart m.b (Marcus Butler) my British YouTube stage 😂 August 2nd Location: Starbucks Arabella's POV Sketching. Sketching and taking advantage of free Wi-Fi. That's what I like to do in the afternoon. After hearing my name being called for my drink, I got up and made my way to the counter to pick up my drink. I turn around into a person, spilling my (thankfully) iced coffee down my front. "I'm sorry, can I buy you another drink?" The voice says "That's the least you can do" I say picking up the smashed cup off the floor I'm not the kinda girl to fall in love with someone after they spill coffee on me, like in the stories. I got a good look at the man, he had blue eyes and blonde hair brushed into a quiff on the top of his head. He also had a pair of black glasses rested on his nose, the weird thing was they we the same glasses I had at that exact moment. "Now what kind of drink was that sweetheart?" He asked "First off I'm not your sweetheart, and second it was a iced coffee, nothing special."I say with sass lacing my tone "Okay can I get one small iced coffee-" he says before I zoned out staring into his blue eyes "Um excuse me!" He says waving his hand in my face "Sorry, yea?" I ask turning bright red "Would you like a cookie?" He asks "Um sure" I say still blushing He hands me my cookie and iced coffee, and decide to go home straight away instead of stay and draw. "Hey can I get your name, number maybe?" He asks before I grab my sketchbook,pencil, and phone off the table "Trouble" is all I said before walking out *** So now my roommate Zoe, is forcing me to go to her boyfriend's friend's party. I really didn't want to go because I would have to interact with people. I put on black skinny jeans, a burnt orange sweatshirt that said "can you not?" And my favorite pair of brown combat boots. I did some subtle makeup and put my hair into a half up half down style. "Let's go party!" Zoe yelled "Ughh" I groaned loudly "Come it will be fun" she said "That's what you said last time, and we almost got arrested" I said "This will be more tamed, it's just YouTubers." She assured me "I forgot you a big YouTuber now" I say "Yea, I thought you might wanna come. Tyler, Jack, Caspar, and a couple others are gonna be there" she says "Really?" I ask surprised "Yea, Alfie told me some of them are actually fans of yours" she said smiling as she gets in the car "Really?" I ask hopeful "No I'm just kidding" she says "You bitch" I say slapping her arm softly After 20 minutes of driving we re were there "Don't you dare try to leave" she warns "I won't" I promise her We walk up the stairs to a nice sized apartment "We are here!" Zoe yells as she walks inside Joe comes over to me and hugs me since he's the only person here I've actually met. "How have you been?" He asks "Fine. How are you and Caspar?" I ask "Amazing actually" he says with a smile "Well I'm happy for you" I say smiling back "Let's me show you around" he says "Okay" He introduced me to alot of famous YouTubers and I tried keeping my fangirl in. I had a couple of drinks, but I wasn't that drunk. At home I snuck my mini notepad and a pencil in my pocket. While everyone in the midst of dancing I snuck outside to the fire escape and sat there admiring the night sky and sketching. "Not really into parties either,huh? A familiar voice behind me asked I turned around to see a familiar face. Almost to familiar. I knew the face but didn't have a name. "How did you ever guess?" I need said sarcastically but smiling He came and sat next to me. I looked into his blue eyes, and it clicked. It was the guy from Starbucks this afternoon. "Oh your the guy from Starbucks earlier" I say "Oh that's why you look so familiar" he giggles "Sorry about that,again" he says blushing, which I have to admit looked pretty adorable. "It's fine....." "Marcus" he says "Arabella,but you can call me Belle" I say "Well nice to see you again Belle" he says cheekily "Sorry for being kind of a jerk earlier" I say before yawning "It's fine, I know your not a jerk now" he say also yawning "Yawning is contagious" I say giggling We spent the rest of the night talking and getting to know each other. "I think the party is dying down" I say standing up to climb back in the apartment I climb in and alot of people a sleeping or on there phones. "I'm staying the night, so your staying the night" Zoe slurs "Whatever" I say walking to a corner and plugging my phone in. I grab a pillow and put it behind my back and get comfy. A few minutes later Marcus came and sat next to me again. "What cha looking at?" He asks "The old art I posted on Tumblr" I say plainly "Oh it's really nice" he says amazed "Thanks" I say sincerely I yawn again, making him yawn and making us both laugh "Im tired" I whine "Then go to bed" he says "But I like talking to you" I whine "We can tomorrow, let me see" he says taking my phone and putting his number in "If I'm gone tomorrow before you wake up, you can text me, okay" he say smiling "Okay" I say smiling I look at his contact name "Marky Butt Butt❤" I just can't help but smile He walks over to a closet and brings me a blanket. "Thank you" I say "No problem" he says walking away I look at the ceiling, until I feel a pull on the blanket covering me. "Marcus?" I ask groggily "Oh I thought you were asleep, some one is asleep in my bed" he says facing me "Oh okay" I say pulling the blanket so he has some "Goodnight" I say "Goodnight,sweetheart" he says and I cant help but smile at the nickname *** To be continued