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reaching the angsty part of the fic that I chose for the angst

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Why are all the 'x reader' fics I see mostly smuts? Don't get me wrong, they're great and all but I barely see any fluff or angst around here. I literally just want to feel things without the character lusting over the reader 😭

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how i feel after searching for hours for fluff but all i can find is sucking their soul out of their dick.

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it’s was so beautiful and beautiful written and with a underrated character tooooo ❤️❤️ peakkkk

-fly anon

glad u thought so thanks for sending in the ask fly anon

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puppydog eyes with murderous intent

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i just LOVE the idea of well respected, intimidating men behind closed doors with their lover. yes that man who is a rather scary, important part of an organisation and who’s name alone is capable of striking fear into his enemies DOES need a goodnight kiss from his lover every night … he may even beg for a second

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hiiii ❤️ can I request any mha character if your interested with a reader that has a quirk like the dimitrescu sisters form resident evil eight 😋

light in the dark

i) barely proofread

ii) illegible

i hope my writing moots don't see this...if you do, scroll past - go on, i know you've got better things to look at!

it was already past three a.m.

spinner should've been asleep by now, especially after a full day of running missions around the city and then gaming until midnight with the boss, shigaraki. he looked down at his hands, still aching, still restless.

but of course, instead of being asleep, he sat at the far corner of his dark room, back pressed to the wall, chin resting on his knees as he stared blankly ahead.

then the thoughts came. uninvited, unwanted, but most of all - deprecating. no matter what he did to drown out the noise, once he stopped doing them, the thoughts would always come back. or perhaps they never left. they haunted him with the same old words-

you're doing too much.

you're not enough.

not a real villain.

you're just a nobody-

but then, and it's always when the thoughts start to get worse - a flicker of yellow caught his eye. a single firefly had entered into the room through a crack in the window frame, swiftly making its way towards him.

he didn't know when it started, or why it came to him out of all people. was it weeks ago? maybe the past month? he'd noticed it once, on one of his worst nights. it hovered near the window, and wouldn't bug off even if he left it alone for hours without end. always gone by the next morning, but always back before midnight, as if it was watching over him.

just one, always glowing warm in the cold dark.

he stared at the little blinking light as it hovered near his shoulder, circling around him once before slowly landing lightly on the back of his hand. for some reason, the action felt like someone was holding his hand. that's stupid, yes, but he was too tired to think proper thoughts now.

"thought you wouldn't come tonight," he mumbled, his tone dry. then, realizing he was probably being rude, he lowered his head and spoke quieter.

"not that i'm upset, or anything like that. sorry, i'm just-"

"ugh, why am i even talking to a firefly...?"

there was no answer, of course. just faint, pulsing light. he was starting to think he was going crazy. but he couldn't deny that its presence softened something sharp inside him - something that had been tearing him apart without him ever realizing.

and so, the nights continued just like that. spinner found himself spilling everything to the little bug. it always stayed until the end, no matter how long he ranted or how little he spoke. over time, he began to look forward to it. that one little firefly, his light in the dark.

the night everything changed - it started with a better day, strangely enough. he didn't know what shifted. maybe it was because he was starting to let loose around the league, realizing they never had any unrealistic expectations for him. or maybe it was never that serious and everyone was just trying their best, just like him. or maybe - just maybe - he was tired of hating himself all the time.

tonight, he didn't sit in the dark corner. he left the window cracked wider, waiting for the little guest to arrive. this time, it didn't need to sneak in - he was ready to accept it with open arms, even if it was just a bug.

he smiled when he saw the familiar glimmer, stepping away from the window so it could enter.

but this time, more came.

not only one, but a dozen of soft yellow lights filtered in - then more. dozens, maybe hundreds, filling the room in a silent, pulsing glow. his eyes widened, stunned silent. when the fireflies circled around him, he let out a quiet shriek. in that moment, he couldn't help but panic, thinking he was being ambushed-

it was the echo of your chuckle that snapped him out of it.

he locked his gaze where the light shone the brightest, and when it finally dimmed-

"...umm. h-hi, spinner." you stammered nervously, stepping into his view. it took him a few seconds to process what he had just witnessed.

"you're...actually real? i'm not- i'm not hallucinating, am i? is this what three all-nighters does to you?"

"you're- you're not, oh my god. you're fine!" your laughter rings again in the room and he can't help but feel weakened - this has to be a dream, because there's no way something like this happens to him. it was a dream he never wanted to wake up from.

then, the two of you fall into silence, standing there with everything and nothing to say.

after a moment of contemplation, hesitantly, he asks-

"...if i cleaned this place up...would you stay? i, i want to get to know you better. not just as the cute little firefly but you - as in the you standing in front of me right now-"

you look at him, the brightest smile tugging at your lips. without missing a beat, you answer:

"of course i would.

i'd stay even if you didn't ask."

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im so close to explosion

[unlovablelover]

glitter shigaraki because I said so

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Thinking about how canonically Shigaraki takes the time to print out photos of people.

Imagine he’s trying to tell you about Bakugo or Izuku and he whips out a photo to show you, but he reaches into the wrong pocket and it’s just a picture of you he stole from your instagram and printed out to carry around with him bc you look pretty and he’s like “Fuck, wrong photo— forget you saw that.”

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Bruh, you don't need to censor words on here. This ain't TikTok or Instagram. You can say kill, murder, suicide, starving, mental illness, disorder, skinny, homicide, death, die, all the swear words, and a bunch more

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cause angel Tomura's been flying rent free in my head 🫠 initially wanted to do something less dramatic but ended up with a whole freaking painting ( ；∀；)

a different version’s under the cut — if you guys could vote on the poll (also under the cut) for which rendition you like better, ‘cause I couldn’t pick one 💕

Thank you!

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Just a public reminder that this is what Shigaraki Tomura sounds like when he’s having a good time.

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who is this smirking fella

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telling shigaraki to make you scream with two fingers and he pokes you in the eyes 💀