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It’s 00:00, and I feel 15 again.

I’m back on tumblr, I’m reading fanfiction on ao3, I’m watching anime.

Alone, but not lonely.

Surfing the web.

Reading manga and webtoons.

It’s 01:00, and I feel 15 again.

It feels nice to reconnect with these sides of myself I’ve neglected over the years, gathering dust.

I miss those days, but I would never go back. Watching from afar is preferable.

1:11

Tired eyes.

Freeing thoughts.

I can’t wait to grow up. Even though it’s been years since I was just 15.

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nightmares

pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

genre: reverse comfort

word count: 584

warnings: none!

It had been a long day at UA High. With finals coming up, it was needless to say that things were becoming more hectic. You rubbed your tired eyes as you stretched at your desk, thankful that the load of homework you had was finally over.

You glanced at your phone to check the time. It read 1 am. You sighed. Better late than never.

You walked over to your bed and immediately sank under its warm covers, drifting off as soon as your head hit the pillow… only to be woken up rudely by the sound of someone knocking at your door. Grumbling at whoever disturbed your much-needed sleep, you stumbled in the dark to your door. Your frustrations, however, all disappeared when you opened it to reveal your boyfriend. Katsuki’s blonde hair was messy and there were notable bags under his eyes. You frowned. This was out of character for him, as he always went to bed so early (something you’d constantly make fun of him for).

“Katsuki? What’re you doing here?”

“…Can I come in?”

You moved from the entrance, allowing him space to enter your room before shutting the door softly.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, softly.

He sat on your bed, exhaustion apparent on his face. “I’m fine. It’s just the damn nightmares again,” he said, looking away from you.

Your heart ached at his words. Ever since Bakugou had been kidnapped by the League of Villains, he’d have recurring nightmares about it. You hated that there was nothing you could do to stop them.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, holding your arms out to him. He wordlessly fell into your embrace; you began stroking his hair.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked. He usually doesn’t, although that’s never stopped you from asking. Today’s the same, however, as he shook his head in response. “That’s okay,” you said softly, kissing his forehead. “Want me to get you some water?”

He shook his head again, his grip on you tightening.

“Okay, I’m not going anywhere,” you reassured him, continuing to stroke his hair and back gently.

You both lay in silence for a few minutes, before your boyfriend spoke up, surprising you. He usually never did.

“You must think I’m pretty pathetic, huh?”

“What?”

“Not being able to sleep just because of a few nightmares over something that happened ages ago. Pathetic.”

You frowned at his words. “Katsuki.”

He looked up at you.

“I would never, ever think you’re pathetic for going through this. You went through something traumatic, and it wasn’t ages ago, it’s still very recent. And even if it wasn’t recent, these things take time to heal from. It’s totally understandable why you’re having nightmares, even though I really wish you didn’t because I feel so bad that you have to experience that moment over and over again. I wish I could stop it. But I can’t. So I’ll be here for you in all the ways you need me. I’m your partner, ‘Tsuki. I’d never judge you. You’re handling all of this really well, and I’m so, so proud of you. Okay?”

He stared at you in silence before clearing his throat and hiding his face in your neck, not wanting you to see that your words made him tear up (even though you could tell). “Thank you.”

You smiled and resumed drawing imaginary circles on his back. “Now go to sleep, you need rest. I’ll be here if you have another nightmare. I’m always here.”

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Love’s Grave

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x gn!reader (Izuku has a crush on reader) , Katsuki Bakugou x gn!reader (reader has a crush on Bakugou) hehehe love triangle~

Genre: angst

Word Count: idk mannnn it’s long

Warnings: Hanahaki disease

A/N: I realized I haven’t written a fic for Midoriya yet and I was like wHAT HOW DARE I- ahem anyway, onto the fic :)

“I have feelings for Katsuki.“

Midoriya’s heart shattered at your words. “W-what?”

You smiled, embarrassed. “Yeah. It felt weird to admit it out loud, but now I know for sure.”

Midoriya wanted to break down from the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling, but kept it together for your sake. “So, um, why’re you telling me?”

“You’re my best friend, Izu, I’ve known you and Katsuki since we were kids; I’m comfortable around you.”

Despite the emotion-wrecking news you had just told him, those few words slightly sped up his heartbeat. “They’re comfortable around me?”

He immediately hated that he’d thought that. Oh, how he hated how much he liked you. But as much as he tried to convince himself this, he knew he loved it. He loved hearing your voice, he could listen to you for ages on end without ever getting tired of your sound. He loved how your smile had his heart do somersaults in his chest. He loved how you were always so patient between him and Bakugou; how you managed to salvage the three of your’s friendship. He loved to fantasize about how you would feel in his arms, how his hands would feel locked with yours, how your lips would feel against his, melding perfectly together.

But as fun as it was, it all had to come to an end. You liked Bakugou, there was no getting around it. Midoriya wanted to punch himself; Bakugou had yet beaten him to something he wanted so badly. Someone he craved, someone he felt at home with. Somebody he loved.

Still, he managed a weak smile for you. “You should confess to him.”

“Oh, um, I was actually planning on waiting it out,” you said, biting your lip. “Someone like Katsuki would definitely only ever see me as a friend, I mean, he’s him and I’m me. Plus, he’s focused on his goals right now, and I don’t want to be a distraction.”

“I see,” Midoriya answered. Silence settled in the room, before Midoriya could not stand being in your dorm room anymore. “I have to go Y/N, it’s close to curfew. I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Ok, good night Izu,” you smiled softly at him, shutting your door.

Midoriya ran back to his, crying himself to sleep that night.

The first petal appeared on a school morning. Midoriya was brushing his teeth, getting ready for the day when he started coughing, mildly at first but gradually becoming uncontrollable. He retched into the sink, coughing out a single, yellow petal in the midst of a few crimson droplets of blood. Midoriya’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh no,” he muttered. He had heard of the disease before. Hanahaki. The curse of unrequited love. “As if love itself was not a curse already…” Midoriya almost wanted to laugh. He knew the disease was rare, so rare that a cure had yet to be found. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. “I’m going to die.”

He felt strangely calm about the whole ordeal. Midoriya decided on one thing: he’d never let you find out until the end. He knew you would blame yourself, holding yourself guilty for feelings you could not help. “It’s ok, Y/N,” he whispered, unsure of whether or not he was actually trying to calm himself down. “It’s ok.”

You had noticed something was off. Midoriya was never one to excel at hiding things, especially from people close to him. He had been acting rather odd lately. At first, it was little things such as locking his door (something Izuku never did usually) and taking bathroom breaks quite frequently during class. You had not questioned him, respecting his space; once he started subtly spending less time with you, however, was where you began to worry. Was it something I did?

You kept trying to find time to talk to him alone, but each time was diverted. You were confused, and decided to confront everything once and for all. You walked to his dorm and knocked on it lightly. “Izuku? Can we talk?”

You heard some movement behind the closed door, letting you know Midoriya was inside. “J-just a minute!” you heard him stutter, the door opening a few minutes later. “Oh, hey Y/N,” he said, looking nervous. “Hi, Izu, I wanted to talk to you about something,” you said, noting how Midoriya’s eyes refused to meet yours. “Oh, um, sure! Come in, what’s up?” he asked as the two of you walked into his dorm room. “‘Zuku, um,” you began; his heart melted yet again at the nicknames you called him. You exhaled slowly. “I hate confrontation but… are you avoiding me?”

Midoriya’s eyes widened. “W-what?”

“I’m sorry if I’m wrong, but you’ve been acting kinda off lately… ‘specially around me. I didn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable, did I?” “No, no you didn’t, Y/ N!” Midoriya replied, arms waving in denial. “It’s just… we’ve been working a lot harder recently, I think I’m just tired.” “Idiot, remember to take care of yourself,” you reprimanded, hitting him lightly on the arm. He chuckled, before feeling another coughing fit coming in. “O-oh! I just remembered I had to give Todoroki his book back today. I need to go do that now, sorry Y/N.” “Okay, no worries! I’m glad I got to talk to you, Izu,” you smiled at him, heading back to your room. Midoriya waited until you were out of sight, then bolted towards the bathroom. He barely made it to the commode before coughing violently. The number of petals had only grown; Midoriya could feel the thorny stems scratching their way up his throat. The inside of the toilet was a mess of blood, bile and golden petals, which Midoriya had previously identified as marigold petals. Marigolds, which symbolized despaired love. Midoriya sighed, hugging the porcelain bowl. Why was this so painful? “It’ll be over soon,” he told himself.

It’ll be over soon.

Soon…

Midoriya woke up in a familiar room. He did not remember passing out, and if he was in the hospital bed he so frequently ended up in, that meant…

‘Someone found me passed out,’ he thought, his blood running cold. Shit. This was supposed to be secret. “Izuku?”

Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse. He turned his head to see you. His heart constricted painfully at your expression. You looked so… despaired. “H-hey,” he smiled. Your eyes filled with tears. Before either of you knew it, your hand had slapped him across the cheek. He stared, mouth slightly agape. “When were you gonna tell me, idiot?” you yelled through your tears. He looked down at his hands quietly. “Who is it?” His head shot back up. “What?” “Who the hell is causing you so much pain?” you asked, firmly.

Midoriya sighed. “It doesn’t matter.” “Izuku-” “Just leave, Y/N,” he whispered. You shook your head stubbornly.

“Listen, I’ve talked with Recovery Girl, you have three options. One, you confess to this person and they realize their feelings for you, two, you go through the surgery… but you’ll lose your memories of them, and three, y-you die. Which I’m not allowing, by the way, so really you only have two options.” Midoriya laughed in spite of himself. “Confessing isn’t gonna work, Y/N… they’ve already told me they like someone else.” Your expression softened. “Hey, it- it wouldn’t hurt to try?” And for a split second, he considered it. Considered telling you. But he didn’t want to hurt you.

“I can’t, Y/N. You’d understand if you knew,” he smiled. You sighed. “Okay then… I guess surgery it is.” Midoriya’s eyes widen in panic. “W-wait, what?” “I told you, dummy. Either confess or surgery. Option 3 is not an option.” Midoriya panicked. Yes, he didn’t want to die but if he went through with the surgery… he’d forget you. All the memories he’d made with you since you both were five. And then you’d know. But the way you were looking at him, expression firm… god he loved you. And he didn’t want to hurt you. So he nodded. The sigh of relief you let out almost made it seem worth it. “I’ll go get Recovery Girl,” you muttered, standing from where you were sitting by the side of his bed. “Wait, now?” Midoriya asked, breaths quickening. Damn, he wasn’t ready. Not now, not ever.

You squeezed his hand in reassurance. “Recovery Girl said that we need to take action quickly, Izu. You don’t have a lot of time left…”

Midoriya could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the ringing in his ears drowning out his words. He didn’t think it’d happen this fast. He wasn’t ready to let go.

“Y/N?”

You pause in your tracks. “Yeah?”

“What if… the memories are too important to say goodbye to?”

You looked at him, devastation written in his eyes, wishing you could do anything to remove the pain your best friend was going through.

“No memories are worth a life, Izu. And you’ll get to make new ones with this person, whoever they are. Although personally, anyone who’s making you go through so much doesn’t deserve to be in your life.”

Izuku smiled sadly at your words. If only you knew.

“Okay.”

Midoriya’s eyes fluttered open, wincing in pain as they adjusted to the bright hospital lighting.

“Look who finally decided to wake up from their beauty sleep,” a familiar voice drawled.

Midoriya turned to see Bakugou, his friend from childhood, and… a person he didn’t recognise.

“Kachchan, what’re you doing here? What… what am I doing here?”

“You had surgery, silly. The doctor will explain, she’s on her way,” the person smiled and said to him. He smiled politely and bowed his head in greeting. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Midoriya Izuku.”

The smile dropped from their face immediately, replaced with shock. “I- what?”

Midoriya felt confused and weirdly guilty. Had he said something to upset them?

“I-I’m sorry-”

They didn’t reply, instead turning to Kachchan in a horrific realisation. “‘Tsuki…”

Kachchan’s face looked grim. Midoriya didn’t understand. Did Kachchan know them?

They coughed and attempted to recover themselves.

“Sorry, I was just a bit confused, I thought you were someone I once knew. I’m Y/N L/N.”

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This.

every teen girl should read solitaire at least once

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I doooo I have Instagram and snapchat hehe

what do u prefer?

HI

IT’S BEEN A WHILE BUT IM BACK AND I MISSED YOU MWAH<3

HI!! forgive me if im overstepping but do u have any other form of social media we could talk on?? i dont rlly use this acc anymore but id love to talk to u

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Toga be like:

sorry i tried to drink your blood i think you're cute

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…I love how this is the first thing I post in about a year-

Anyway-

GUESS WHO’S BACK

Reblog if you think thick thighs are great

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🛐

Reblog if you think thick thighs are great

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Deal😤🫱🏾‍🫲🏽

So like,,, I wrote my first smut fic👀months ago actually

Debating on whether I should I post it tho

POST IT BESTIE

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WHAT IF IT’S CRINGE-

So like,,, I wrote my first smut fic👀months ago actually

Debating on whether I should I post it tho

POST IT BESTIE

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I WANT TMI

DOES ANYONE WANT TMI

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My submission for the #KRBKSeries finale :)!! (scene from the Vacation Series)

Thanks for the amazing series Yuzuya, it really got me through a lot<33

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when were you ever out of it

EVERYONE IM BACK IN MY IN LOVE WITH KIRISHIMA ERA

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Mornings

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 175

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: Can be read as a sequel to this or on its own :)

“Lemme go, idiot.”

“No.”

Bakugou sighs. You were always so fucking clingy in the morning, and today was no exception. So he tries reasoning with you. “I’m supposed to be at the agency in an hour and a half, dumbass.” “Don’t care,” you mumble, arms growing tighter around his chest. He turns around to face you. God. He really didn’t wanna leave, thanks to you and your messy bed head and your sleepy eyes and your pyjamas- which so happened to be one of his old T-shirts- rumpled up with sleep, exposing your midriff. He wanted to live out this moment, preferably forever. But time’s a bitch and waits for no one, so he ruffles your hair- succeeding in making it messier- and kisses your forehead. “I’ll be back before you fucking know it.”

You both know that’s a lie, but as the sun rises, painting your bedroom in a soft, golden glow, you choose to believe his words. “Fine,” you say, extracting your arms as you and Katsuki prepare to face a new day.

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Home

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 215

Warnings: None

A/N: I need a Katsuki to make sure I sleep-

The low buzz of the TV. Dimly lit rooms. You curled up on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket. This is what Bakugou comes home to every time he has patrol late. He tries to tell you not to stay up and wait for him; to get a good night’s sleep. However, you’re a stubborn little thing, and so, you continue to disregard his concerns.

Your wake up at the feeling of familiar, strong arms lifting you; his scent engulfs you. It’s a welcoming feeling. The feeling of home. You snuggle further into his arms. He sets you on your bed. You sit up, rubbing your eyes.

“Shit, sorry, did I wake you?” he asks softly- a contrast to his usual loud demeanour. “It’s fine,” you say, giving him a sleepy smile that makes his heart ache. “Dinner’s in the fridge.”

“What did I say about waiting for me, hah?” he asks accusingly, although you know he’s genuinely just concerned for you. You giggle softly. “You know I’d stay up for you no matter what.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Well, I’m stupidly in love with you.”

“Go to sleep, dumbass,” he says, throwing a pillow at you as you laugh. “Fine. Just come to bed quickly so I get to cuddle you before I fall asleep.”

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our final conversation 

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou x gn!reader (poly relationship implied)

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 320

Warnings: Strong language (it’s Bakugou lmao what do you expect-)

A/N: I don’t usually write angst so lmk how I did :)!

When Bakugou saw your caller ID appear on his phone, his blood ran cold. You never called on patrol. Something must be wrong.

“Y/N?”

“Katsuki…?” your voice called out faintly.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Bakugou asked, already out the door, the tone of your voice scaring him. “Katsuki, I-“ you said before coughing violently. “Shit, stay there, all right? Don’t fucking move. I’m coming for you.” “Katsuki, no. You shouldn’t come out here, it isn’t safe,” you said, your voice strangely calm. As if you’d accepted your fate. Bakugou hated it. “Just stay there, dammit! Wasn’t Eijirou at the fucking agency today?” he said, breaking into a run. He could hear the sound of battle now. He was close. He’d get to you. “I already called him. Katsuki, listen… if I don’t make it-“ “THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? OF COURSE YOU’LL FUCKING MAKE IT, DAMMIT! DIDN’T I SWEAR TO YOU AND SHITTY HAIR I’D ALWAYS KEEP YOU BOTH SAFE?”

You laugh weakly. “I know. I… I just wanted to hear your voice, okay? I love you.” Bakugou had begun to use his quirk to propel himself without realising. Heroes weren’t supposed to use their quirks off duty, but at this point he didn’t fucking care. “I’m right there, Y/N, please hold on okay? I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Katsuki,” you said, your breaths becoming shorter, your coughing becoming more frequent…

Until there was silence. And all Bakugou could do was stare blankly at his phone screen, his heart hammering from how fast he ran to get to you. And it wasn’t fast enough. “Y/N? Oi… fucking answer me, dammit!” he yelled, broken sobs escaping his body as he refused to hang up until you said something. Anything. Kirishima’s name flashed across his screen. He numbly answered. “Katsuki… th-they didn’t make it…”

His phone slipped out of his hand as he screamed.