THIS IS NOT MY STORY

Karl fucks himself with a can of monster ultra after struggling to forget Sapnap jokingly suggesting it. :) This is on ao3 by a anonymous person:)

FIN Heatwaves

THIS IS NOT MINE!! this is a reupload the author is @astronomika.

Bakugou, Kirishima and Todoroki move in together after leaving UA. Bakugou and Kirishima walk in on Todoroki naked. Everything falls apart from there. (Or maybe pulls together?) [Includes Smut]

Error and Ink are two Gods, one of creation, the other of Destruction. One is a tattoo artist, happy with his life, the other works in an office, wishing he could quit his job. Due to an incident with two past Gods, Creation and Destruction are not allowed to know anything about each other. The most they are told about each other is the first letter of the other's name. Will they ever find each other? And if they do, what would the consequences be if they were to grow... very close?

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals