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reblog if your inbox is always open for new members of the fandom who may be a little shy or intimidated. doesn’t matter whether or not you’re a “popular blog”; everyone here is equal and if you’re reading this as a new person/someone considering entering the fandom, we will not turn you away!!!! talk to us!! make friends!! i more than understand being shy but trust me this fandom is chill come join us in this hellhole

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I just finished "They Both Die At The End" and I am not satisfied with the ending even though I knew what would happen, so I'm writing my own ending.

I kiss my Last Friend because the world can't be against us if it brought us together.

The sun rose above the window, kissing the foreheads of the two boys that lay in bed. Rufus wraps his arm around the waist of his Last Friend and pulls him closer.

He was having a nightmare.

Smoke suffocated his lungs, the newfound heat of the apartment turned his skin a shade of red, and in his hands was the body of the boy he had come to love. The side of his face was melted off and his heart was no longer beating. He was gone. Rufus screamed as the boy that saved him was hugged by the flames along with him. He told him that he didn't want him to die first. Why did he get up? What was he even getting up for?

Before more tears could fall out of his eyes, Rufus woke up.

His body was fatigued from the fear-filled dream and didn't care to notice that the sun was out and that he lived another day. All he worried about was the boy that lay next to him.

He placed his hand against his chest, checking to see if Mateo was alive. Rufus let out his first breath of the day as Mateo's heart sang against his hand.

After confirming that his friend wasn't buried in flames, he started to notice that the sun was out. That can't be possible...can it? Death-cast were never wrong.

He placed his hand on his own chest and felt his heart beating faster than normal, he was panicking. From excitement or from fear, he didn't know yet and didn't want to get his hopes up. If this was real he needed to let Mateo know that they had survived their doom. They made it. And he did exactly that.

He woke the boy up with a kiss and a blazing smile. Mateo shoved him off multiple times and begged for five more minutes. However, he didn't realize that life had given them more than five minutes.

After shaking him gently, Mateo finally opened his eyes. He didn't even bother to grab his glasses that were hanging off the side of the bed. He just started at Rufus. His brown eyes caused him to smile softly before rubbing his own eyes to try and wake himself up. As he took in a breath and stretched out the tiredness, he suddenly realized that something wasn't right.

Slowly, he started to put some pieces together. Rufus was here in his room and the sun is out. This could only mean two things.

This was a dream or they had really survived when death was pounding on their door.

His eyebrows scrunched and he grabbed the phone he found first. It wasn't his but it still displayed the day that he didn't think he would see.

05/08/2017

All credits go to Adam Silvera, you are an amazing writer and made me and many others cry. I just wrote this to satisfy my broke heart. Like, comment, do what you want. If you haven't read "They Both Die At The End" do it and bring some tissues. The biggest spoiler is in the title.

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WHERE LOVE LIVES

big bro touya & little snotty brother shouto, noncanon verse where rei got the kids the fuck out of that house!!!! slightly suggestive at first but shouto is a cockblock, i love u todobros

Against the creaks of the floorboards and the buzz of the streetlights outside, the Todoroki household is relatively calm. 

It’s barely the beginning of summer. Though it’s rather late, the sun only set a mere hour ago and the humidity in the air still holds up, even without the harsh rays marinating the sky. 

The Todoroki house itself is on the smaller side, especially for a family as large as they are. Filled to the brim with trinkets and out of place belongings, there’s not much wiggle room for architectural design or things that aren’t deemed necessities. 

But it’s well-loved, by a gentle mother and her four rowdy children. There are scratches on the floor from Shouto’s scooter that’s meant to be used only outdoors, and a chip in the beige paint from where Natsuo pushed Touya into the wall. Fuyumi’s work sneakers carefully sit beside the front door’s welcome mat. It’s a house and a home. 

With Touya’s mother out for the night, the eldest son was left in charge of the house—and with that, his siblings. When your boyfriend charmingly invited you to spend the night at his place, he might’ve left out that tiny detail. 

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I feel like I need to post so here is some Stardew Valley fluff for my favorite writer boi

Elliot had been working on his new novel for the past few months. Because of his dedication, he had become more and more closed off the closer he came to finishing it. He always pushed himself too hard when it came to his books. He thought that if he didn’t finish them that he would be a failure and the entire reason that he moved to the small town would be a waist. He also thought that he would be a bad husband to you if he wasn't able to provide funds for your crops for the coming season. Of course, you could hold your own, you were good with saving and your crops always sold for a pretty penny because of the new fertilizer that you were able to get. It was safe to say that you were financially in the right place, however, Elliot always concerns himself with the “what ifs”

What if you get into an accident on the bus? What if your crops die earlier than they were expected. What if the fertilizer stops working? What if your animals weren’t able to provide enough milk this week?

The what-ifs consumed him and pushed him to continue writing. But the progress he was making on each chapter, caused you two to grow further apart.

Some days you two would barely speak. Others, you could not get a single word out of him. He would always forget to eat so you had to make sure he was doing that while also taking care of the farm. You were getting exhausted. And today caused you to pass out.

You decided to get your farm duties done early so you could get something nice for Elliot in the mines. You know he doesn’t like to show it, but the man loves being spoiled. Especially with crab cakes and some jewels. So, that’s what you decided to get. You understand his determination to get books done when he has the idea in place. You’ve seen him when he has to discard a book because of the loss of direction and you never want him to be that sad again. Even if it costs you quality time to spend with him. You have your farm to distract you anyway.

While thinking about your darling husband, you got distracted and a slime snuck up on you. While you attacked it, there was another that snuck up behind you. You managed to fight both of them off but they messed you up pretty good. Your body was torn and your energy was depleted. You need to go home. You don’t need another $1000 charged because you wanted to complete a task. That would be the tenth time this month and you know Harvey would scold you until your ears bleed. Plus, there is always someone stealing in the mines. No one knows who but if you pass out, you wake up with less than you had before. You found that out the hard way and there is no way you are going to let that happen again.

So, you dragged your sluggish body back to your house. Your feet cried at the fact that your house was so far from the mines. Your stomach yelled at you for not eating before coming here. You thought it would’ve been a quick trip. Didn’t realize that crabs were so hard to come by. Then again the TV did say that your luck would not be good today.

You didn’t even notice that you got home until your head banged against your front door. You opened it and suddenly your legs gave out as soon as the indoor breeze hit you. You didn’t even care at this point, your body was just so exhausted.

In your fog of exhaustion, you didn’t notice that your husband was trying to get your response to see if you were okay. He heard the bang at the front door and knew it was you, what he didn’t expect was the collapse that followed right after that. He knew you worked yourself hard but this was going too far. What could you possibly need that you would risk passing out in a place like the mines?

Once you gave your husband a quiet whisper that you were okay, he walked you over to your shared bedroom and set you on the bed. He pressed his fingers on top of your forehead to see if you had run a fever but everything seemed fine. So he ran to the kitchen to grab you some food that you left in the fridge for him. You did not hesitate to eat it. You didn’t even realize how hungry you were until the plate of food met your eyes. Once you were finished, you set the plate aside and tried to sit up only to be pushed down by the ginger.

“Darling you need to rest”

“I’m okay Elliot, really. I just need to remember to bring some more food with me when I go to the mines. And I probably need to go the adventurers guild to see if I can get a new weapon. Who knew slimes could be so-“

“My love,” he places a hand on your cheek and a thumb on your lips to stop you from talking. “I don’t want you out of my sight for the rest of today, okay? My eyes need a break from the screen and you need to rest. Why not help each other out hm? How does that sound?” You couldn’t help the smile that crawled onto your face or the heat that spread across your cheeks as you looked at the man you loved. “Depends, do I get a kiss out of this deal or?” He only chuckled before pressing his lips to yours, filling the kiss with passion and love, something you both have needed for the past few months. Once he pulls back, he moves into the bed next to you and pulls you close to him, playing with your hair gently to try and lull you to sleep. Of course, it was working.

After a few moments of silence, you can hear the hesitation in his voice. The way he opens and closes it prompts you to ask what is on his mind.

“I am sorry for my neglectful behavior these past few months. It’s just…I feel that if I do not make this book better than my last, I won’t be able to financially support the farm and I would eventually become a burden to you.”

You look up at him and see that his eyes are full of tears and his breath has quickened. You move your hand gently onto his face and slowly make him look at you, giving a small kiss to his nose to try and ground him from the thoughts that continue to rack his mind.

“Elliot, we are fine financially. You know this. You are not and never will be a burden on me. The house is already paid for, the farm is just something I feel the need to do. There is nothing you need to worry about when it comes to finances my darling. Everything is covered. You do not need to worry.”

Though you said this, a smile did not appear on his face like you expected it to. So you did what you know would bring a smile onto his face. You moved your hand into your pocket and felt around for the receipt that Pierre provided when you sold your crops. You showed it to your husband and his eyes lit up in surprise.

"How- you made all of this from the farm? Was this from this month?"

"Darling...that was just from today." You didn't think his eyes could get any bigger, but they did. He sat in shock, looking over the numbers that were inked onto the small piece of paper. The guilty feeling lifted away as you slipped the piece of paper onto the night stand next to you.

"If you ever need help on the farm. Do let me know. Maybe if you showed me how then we can make even more than that."

You giggled at his excitement, moving you hands around his waist and pulling him in closer to you as you close your eyes.

"Yea but you have to learn to remember to water your crops every day my love. And not with salt water..."

He kissed the top of your head and angled his arms around you, getting comfortable as multiple yawns were shared between the both of you. "I guess you are correct. Maybe I should stick to writing."

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I am aspiring to write a dabi x reader as well as this person.

It took a while for Touya to let you call him Touya.

When you first met, it was strictly “Dabi.” No nicknames, either. He was too cool for nicknames. Then he started to loosen up a bit as time passed, enjoying when you called him a dummy, an asshole, a shithead. And then you started dating.

Of course he loved when you called him your darling, your love, your dear. But something felt missing to him. And finally, in a random late night conversation, it clicked. 

He forgets what the conversation was even about. It was late and the two of you were tired. But he remembers something you said to him, presumably after he complained about being his father’s child.

“Dabi, you’re not just your father’s child, you’re you. Separate yourself from him. Take it back. Reclaim yourself.”

He knew what was missing. He wanted you to call him Touya. To reclaim his name. He thought of it as a big “fuck you” to his father. He wasn’t “my son, Touya.” He was “my boyfriend, Touya.” He liked how that sounded. He reclaimed it.

So he asked you to call him Touya. Just you. Because there was something about you that made everything about him better. The way you described his charred skin is like no other. What he sees as disgusting, you call “little lavender body paintings.” He reclaimed these horrid scars, now seeing them as his lover’s favorite part to kiss on his body.

His eyes. He always hated them. They were like carbon copies of his father’s. Until you showered him in compliments, saying you loved how they matched his flames. How they looked like a bright ocean. How they lit up a dark room. He reclaimed his father’s eyes, now seeing them as the way he’s able to see his beautiful partner every day.

His natural white hair. He was able to hide it relatively well, but when you get close to him, you can see the white eyelashes that cover his eyes when he sleeps. The trail of white hair under his belly button. The white roots that grow in when he hasn’t dyed his hair in a while. You like to mention how the soft white compliments the shimmer of his staples and piercings. He forgets all about his family when your nails are scratching at his scalp, nearly purring as you massage his head. 

He’s thought of marrying you hundreds of times. Maybe even starting a family. Reclaiming his last name and adorning it next to your first name. At first he thought of it as yet another “fuck you” to his father, restarting the Todoroki family as perhaps a healthy one between you, him, and maybe some little rascals running around. But he looks at you and is reminded that he isn’t here to annoy his father. He has a purpose. He can live and love like everyone else. 

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VOICE-MEMOS THEY SEND WHEN THEYRE DRUNK

Kirishima- “baaaaaaabe, hiii I’m out and well I mean I’m not really out anymore I’m on my way home. In an Uber cause no drunk driving duhhhhhh but actually I’m not even drunk so I actually could’ve driven but somebody I won’t name names was being a bit of an asshat and wouldn’t let me drive. But oh my god I love yousomuch like you know I love my guys but god I miss you every time I go out. And yes I know I’ll see you when I get home but your gonna be sleeping and I’m gonna be sad but honestly might wake you up because I wanna kiss you. Okaaay pulling up to to the cribbb noww BYYE”

Deku- “okay let me start by saying I’m only slightly under the influence right now. Like honestly barely, I didn’t even drink that much but sometimes I feel like because I never had a college experience to build my tolerance up I’m still a lightweight at 24 but anyways I’m on the way home and I keep thinking about how much I love you and I miss you so much and oh my god I don’t know what I’d do if we ever broke up. Not that I want that to ever happen but like oh my god how could I even function? I’d probably drop from number 1 to like in the hundreds 'cause I’d be that useless without you.” *starts crying and the rest of the audio message is him crying*

Todoroki - “y/n, I’m currently in midoriyas car because he’s driving me home because I accidentally drank too much at the after-party for the award show. I’m so sad you couldn’t come, like I know the anniversary party for your parents is really important that’s why I’m flying out tomorrow to be there for it. Shit, that was a secret. I hope you don’t listen to this because then you’ll know I’m on a plane coming to see you in like 3 hours. Honestly don’t know how I’m going to function hungover on an airplane but I think I’ll manage, I mean it’s not like it’s a commercial flight so I should be good. Damn it well I was originally going to say I love and miss you. Which still stands but I’m gonna go now because I think I’m going to throw up” “TODOROKI NOT IN MY CAR PLEASE”

Bakugou- “fuck. I’m so drunk right now and I hate even admitting that but that’s how shit-faced I am right now that I can even admit that I’m drunk. This is why I should never go out with my idiot friends, they make me drink and then I end up talking about you and that’s so beyond embarrassing. Not that you’re embarrassing I just don’t need them to know my business like that. Kirishimas driving me home right now which I feel like speaks volumes about my lack of good judgment right now. I don’t even know what the point of this message is I just wanted to say you’re one of the most tolerable person I’ve ever met and I really fucking love you. Okay bye this idiots smiling at what I’m saying and it’s creeping me out.

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THANK YOU GUYS FOR 50 FOLLOWERS AHHHHH. Content coming soon. Just need to find the motivation and time to write it all.

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PART THREE OF THIS OH MY GOSHHHH

Here you are, love. I hope you enjoy it <3

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You Accidentally Found His Sketchbook pt. 3 Bakugou x Gn!reader

A/n: THIS IS FINALLY DONE OMFG. I am sorry I have kept you loves waiting but...the more you wait the better something will be right? Anyway, here we are. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for all of the love you all have been showing this small series :) Gn!reader x Bakugou CW: cussing and bad cat puns

Best experienced in light mode

Part one | Part two |

Previously

You looked at your phone and noticed that the times didn’t correlate at all. Why is the picture set for the future if it’s the same date?

You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, realizing what the blonde was too shy to ask you aloud.

“Meet me at the front at three. If you’re late, I’m leaving your stupid ass”

And he just walked off. Many thoughts raced through your mind but the main one being:

Is this a date?

Before you could ask, the blonde walked away from you, getting away just as you blinked. Whether this was a date or not, you need to figure out what to wear. Your panic made you call Mina instantly, she would be able to decipher this madness…right? Wrong. When you told her the situation, she brought along the rest of the group, and the five of you could not figure out the blond’s true intentions. The first time looking at the drawing, they said that it was “obviously a date.” However, looking at it a second, third, and fourth time, the group became more confused. 

"Is that a blush on his face?"

"No, he must’ve done that by accident."

"Why would he keep it if it was by accident? It must be a date."

"Look at how he is dressed, it’s too casual. It can’t be a date."

"That’s just how he dresses, plus, it looks like he tried a little more than usual."

The contradicting thoughts made your head swirl. You were so panicked that you didn’t even notice the time. It was just thirty minutes before you had to meet up with the male, and no one could decipher the picture. So, for your sanity, you shoved everyone out and decided to go with the flow. You looked at the drawing, saw what you wore in it, and tried to match it as best as you could. Not too much, but something that shows you still put in the effort. This should be fine...right?

There was no time to debate because as you finish, you look at the clock and realize you’re a minute late. You grab your phone and wallet, then zoom out of your room at a speed that would make Allmight jealous.

As you walk up to the entrance of the dorms, you notice the blonde instantly and he is dressed in the same fashion as you are. You let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding and speed walk up to him.

“I’m so sorry I’m late I-“

“Just shut up and let’s go.”

The abruptness of his speech made you turn silent. You decided that talking wouldn't be best until you made it to the cafe.

Little did you know that the crimson-eyed male in front of you was sweating his ass off. Without you talking, his thoughts were going wild. He was so nervous and the fact that you were not your usual chatty, funny, and extroverted self made him doubt if you really wanted to be here. Obviously, you did or you wouldn't be here...right?

He had to try something, anything to get you to talk again. To hear that sweet voice that he subconsciously wishes he could hear forever.

"What the hell did you put on? It's making my nose bleed."

You look up at him and roll your eyes, a small smile plastered onto your face as you walk up beside him. You pinch him a little before responding. "For your information, this is actually my favorite scent so watch what you say next firework."

That nickname. That goddamn nickname. Besides the fact that it is meant to be an insult. It makes his stomach do small flips every time he hears it. The usual nicknames or insults that were thrown his way were never creative enough or personalized to make him care. They were often repetitive of what someone else said or just basic. Maybe Kirishima's was also different but that doesn't count at this moment.

"Oi are you listening" you smack him on the shoulder as you notice the blonde was staring into space.

"Of course I was."

"Then answer my question."

"What question?"

You roll your eyes for the second time that afternoon and ask him once again. "Why are you bringing me here?"

You decided to get the question out into the open so you know what to expect. Whether you were going to be disappointed, surprised, or excited by his answer you couldn't wait all night to hear what it was.

"Because I fucking felt like it. It's your birthday stupid. Plus, you like this shitty cafe, and it's not that expensive."

He shrugs and looks ahead of him again. Of course, he didn't answer your question. Why were you expecting a response outside of that one? He's Bakugou Katsuki.

The rest of the walk to the cafe was quiet. Mixes of small jokes and jabs at each other were sprinkled in every now and then. But that didn't stop the anxiety that settled in the pit of both of your stomachs.

Upon entering the cafe, you hear a mix of coos and meows. This is where you belong. You take a deep breath and smile down as you feel something brushing up against your leg. When you look down you expect to see the cat that always greets you, a cute blue-eyed Birman that you have fallen in love with. However, you are met with a gray British Shorthair in its place. While this has caused you slight shock and panic, you pick up the cat anyway and give it the attention it deserves before putting it back down.

When you're seated at your table, you keep looking around for the cat that was dear to your heart and after looking around you decided that asking an employee would probably be more efficient than looking around. So, you grabbed the attention of the closest one to you and asked where the cat named Harvey went.

"Fortunately, Harvey was adopted! It was just yesterday too." The employee left with a smile on their face while a frown took over yours. Harvey felt like your personal cat. While you knew that he was at risk of being adopted every time you left the shop, you felt that because he was there the next time you arrived, meant that you both shared some sort of connection and that you both belonged together. But that is only wishful thinking.

"This is turning out to be a shitty birthday."

You didn't notice the concerned face that Bakugou wore as you read the menu. You already knew what you wanted, of course, you just like to see the drawings that cascade the menu. Mixes of pinks, greens, and oranges fill the menu in the shapes of vines, hearts, and roses.

"What can I get for you today?"

The voice of your waiter pulled you out of the trance that you were in. Looking at the male, you smiled as you noticed that he wore the signature cat ears that some employees choose to put on. Most don't but some do and it was cool to see that some of the employees put in the extra mile that makes you smile.

The smile that you showed the waiter made Katsuki bawl his fits a little. He took a quick look at the menu and interrupted the small moment by ordering.

"Get me a BL kitty with a black paw-ffee." (Get it? BLT but its BL kitty? No? Pawffee? Okay ill stop

He felt stupid for saying such childishly unfunny puns but he said it now, he can't take it back. The way you giggled made it worth it though.

You know he hated every second of it but he still did it. You thought he wasn't going to order anything or make you order for him but his stubborn nature took over. You turned to the waiter and told him what you wanted. After taking your menus, he strolled off to the back to tell the staff what you want but not before sending you a small smile.

Your face heated up a little bit as you went to go look down at your phone. Seeing that you were added to a group chat named "Bakugou & y/n sitting in a tree", you rolled your eyes and opened it and were overwhelmed with a bunch of text messages asking how it was going. You gave them a quick "it's going okay" before looking up to see that Bakugou has become a favorite for the cats. He had at least three on him in total. One brushing against his leg, one on his lap, and another on his shoulder. He mumbled about how big the one on his shoulder was but didn't move the fur ball. You took this opportunity to snap a picture and send it to the group chat, not noticing their text messages about the sketchbook. You muted the chat because the buzzing was becoming distracting and looked back up to see another cat that had moved against the blonde's leg.

"Damn firecracker, you gettin' all the pussy today." He looked up at you and scoffed, rolling his eyes before moving the cat on his shoulder down on the floor.

"Tell anyone about this and you'll be turned to ashes."

You decided not to tell him that their friend group already knows about the love he's getting. Knowing that it would be much funnier to watch the embarrassment as they bombard him when they get back.

Over the course of three hours, you both make conversation over anything. Training, homework, extra curricular's, your friends, previous birthdays, etc. You were both enjoying yourselves, to say the least. You shared some laughs, especially when Katsuki spat out his drink from how much sweeter it was than usual. Maybe you added some sugar in there while he was in the bathroom...who's to say? When you both finished eating you decided that it would be best to leave. The question was, who was going to pay the bill?

You tried and failed to pay for the entire thing but argued with him over splitting it. He couldn't take your nagging anymore so he agreed to split it with you. When you both got up, you didn't notice the 4,000 ¥ he slipped into your pocket with a small smirk. He knew you were gonna chew him out for it later but he couldn't care less.

The walk back to the dorms was slow. You both didn't want this day to end yet but you were both too afraid to express that to the other.

"I didn't like how that scummy waiter was eyeballing you. I was gonna punch his lights out if he kept looking."

This took you by surprise. Not only did this subject come out of nowhere but the possessive tone behind it made your heart flutter a bit and your brain confused.

"So what if he was looking at me? Not like I'm off the market." He stood dead in his tracks. Looking down at the ground with his hands in his pockets, messing with the loose thread that was in them.

You stopped a few feet ahead of him, looking back when you noticed that the second set of footsteps stopped.

"Kat-"

"So I just wasted my fucking time?!"

His tone was strong and aggressive, masking the hurt and dread that he felt inside.

"What are you talking about?" You were more confused than ever. Your stomach turned and your mind raced at what you could've said wrong.

"This whole thing. Me asking you to come to this stupid place as a fucking date. Just for you to say you want to fuck with a cat boy"

"Wait, date?" Your eyebrows came together and your hands started to shake as you thought about the word that just left his mouth. He was kidding. This was a joke right?

"Yea date you simpleton. Can't you read? Or are you too stupid to read my perfect handwriting?"

"Kat...I don't remember reading anything about a date in your drawing."

His eyes widened slowly as he realized that he both exposed himself and yelled at you for not knowing that this was a date. All because you didn't read his note.

"You're a moron. I put a note on the last page. You didn't fucking read it?"

You shook your head slowly as the beats of your heart began to go faster. This was a date? There was another page after the picture?

"I'm sorry. After I saw the picture I didn't look through the rest of it...guess I should've."

"Yea you should've."

He brushes past you and continues walking towards the dorms. All you could do was sit there in silence. Both shock and fear keep you from joining the blonde. Did you just fuck up your chances?

He stops after getting a few feet away from you and turns around, scoffing at the fact that you are not able to keep up with him.

"Are you coming dipshit? I'm not repeating what I said in that letter. Come read it for yourself."

You snap out of the trance you're in and jog up to where he is and join him in walking back to the dorms.

As soon as you got there, your four friends came up to you bombarding you with questions about how the date was and what you guys talked about.

"Wait- how did you guys know it was a date? I didn't even know."

They handed you the sketchbook. It was opened to the last page that you neglected.

Dumbass,

I guess you're not as bad as the other idiots we're acquainted with. You better read this shit because I am treating this as more than just friends hanging out. I know you like me. You can't even hide it well. But I guess I like your stupid ass too.

This made your heart flutter like he wrote the most beautiful poem for you. You turned around and saw the small blush that started to build on the blonde's face.

"Seems like someone isn't able to hide it anymore." He scoffs and crosses his arms, looking over to the side of him.

"If you would've read it in the first place then we wouldn't be in this situation. But you didn't because you're an idiot."

You walked over to him and caressed his arm gently, trying to alleviate the 'anger' that he was throwing at you. "I know. I'm sorry okay? I'm an idiot I will admit it." You decided to throw away your pride for a second so you can see that grin that he wears when you admit to him being right (which is very rare). It is a special grin that makes his eyes sparkle and his face light up a little. You hate that you have to say that he is right about something for it to show but you didn't care at this moment. You were happy that your feelings are out in the open and you want him to be happy too.

He looks past you to see the audience that was still there and grabs you by the arm to take you to his dorm. He still had one more present for you and he didn't want to have an audience while you both were having your moment.

Once you both were in his room, he flicked on the lights and you immediately heard shuffling. "Is there a rat in here or something dude?"

"After I just admitted my feelings to you, you're gonna call me dude?"

He chuckled and walked over to the source of the noise, picking up what seemed to be a carrying case for an animal...he didn't.

"Kat-"

"Open it. Don't argue with me."

And so you did. You opened the box to see your favorite cat stretching his legs out from being in the same position when he was napping just a few minutes ago. You called out his name and his eyes immediately darted to you, widening slowly as he realized who you were. He jumped out of the box and walked to you slowly, sniffing your arms before he crawled into your lap and sat there. Small tears ran down your cheeks at a rapid rate as you pet him, looking up at the blonde and whispering a quiet thank you. He nodded and knelt down, burning this moment into his brain forever.

"You're lucky you have someone like me around. Those shitty T-shirts could never compare to my amazing gift."

Your eyes roll at his comment, "The T-shirts weren't shitty, asshole. I thought they were cute. But, you and Harvey here are the best gifts I have ever gotten by a landslide. Best birthday ever."

The blush on the blonde's face grew. He was one of the best birthday gifts you've gotten?

"Of course I make a great birthday gift. Who wouldn't want me? Happy birthday, dumbass."

You decide to do something that you've been thinking about doing since becoming friends with the blonde. You move a hand to his face and kiss his cheek, quickly looking back down at Harvey to hide the embarrassment on your face.

"Thank you firework."

You caused this man to malfunction. The mix of the kiss and the nickname has sent his brain into overdrive. The only thing he could get out was

"Whatever ya idiot..."

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Part 3 is in the works children >:)

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Bakugou would be the type of dude that would be your personal reminder. If you’re not good with remembering things and you’ve told him, he would make the effort to write what you need down and text you or come to your room to remind you. As you’re about to go to sleep you would get a text asking if you ate. If you say no…be prepared to deal with his yelling. Yapping on and on about how bad you are at taking care of yourself and how much of a dumbass you are. You kinda stop listening after a while and don’t notice that he walked out. You thought you hurt his feelings by not listening so as you walk out of the door to apologize, there he is with a plate full of your favorite food.

“I don’t think it’s good to eat this late-“

“Shut up and eat.”

He won’t leave until you do it. And if you have pills that you need to take, he will shove them in your face so you can take them. If you have to take them throughout the day, he will make you eat before taking them each time. He doesn’t want to lose you to something as “stupid” as starvation or something going wrong with the chemical imbalance in your body. He needs you here and if bothering you about eating and taking your medicine ensures that you will wake up in the morning, then he will miss his bedtime each and every night.

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Do any of my moots want to be friends? Would love a tumbler buddy :)

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I LOVE THIS OMG

Dabi vs Touya.

Dabi is the villain who burns his victims to ash.

Touya is the boy who cuddles up beside you every night.

Dabi will laugh at people when they fall.

Touya will pick you up and kiss your scraped knee.

Dabi says “suck it up” when someone’s sick.

Touya offers to spoonfeed you and wipe your nose.

Dabi will claim people mean nothing to him.

Touya will whine and plead for you to stay when you need to leave for a few hours.

Dabi and Touya are the same person, two sides of the same coin.

Touya will never treat you like he’s Dabi.

Dabi leaves you to Touya.

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Anytime At All (Keigo Takami x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁, 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀-𝗶𝘀-𝗮-𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱-𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁. 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗼 𝘆'𝗮𝗹𝗹 <𝟯

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

The sudden dip in the bed causes you only to stir. It’s the kiss on the cheek that truly wakes you up.

At the feeling of soft, warm lips against your skin, you can’t help but shift and moan out. Immediately, the figure backs away, obviously to give you your space. But your sleep-ridden mind doesn’t think about some stranger who had just woken you up from your precious slumber. No, all your can do is stretch out and draw back into yourself- already missing those brief seconds of warmth that their presence allowed you. 

Above you comes a quiet chuckle. A melodic sound, so full of comfort and familiarity. Wakes you up even further. And even though you can’t help but struggle and struggle as you turn over on your back to face the person hovering over you, you still mind the strength to turn your head, to open your eyes, and…

“ Keigo !”

…to smile.

Keigo smiles back at you, his eyes scrunching up at the corners despite his mostly tired expression. He’s hovering over you at a slight angle- arms on either side of your body with only one knee pressed into the mattress to give him leverage. Your eyes slowly traveled his figure, noticing that he was still dressed in his hero suit with only the jacket gone and gloves gone. His headphones sat loosely around his neck, hanging in the air and blending with his long, messy hair which always seems to become worse after a full day of work. It looks like he just came in from the office. No- it’s  undeniable  that he just came in from the office. Nothing else could explain his worn-out yet still professional-looking state of appearance. 

Though the thought of it makes you frown. You can vaguely call a conversation the two of you had a couple of weeks ago- one where he told you that he was going to be working later and later nights and that you shouldn’t wait up for him anymore. And you remember specifically that you had gone to bed a while after midnight.  Was he really just getting home now? How long has he been out?  At your wandering thoughts, your eyes fall away from his face to look at the bedside table just a meager few inches away. Your gaze instantly settles on the instant clock you have been using as an alarm ever since you moved in with him though it’s a little hard to focus on the time while your head is still full of clouds. Though a couple of seconds of squinting really, really,  really  hard into the darkness of your dimly lit finally tells you that it’s  4:57  in the morning/

And that there’s a bouquet of flowers where you usually put your phone and a cup of water each night. 

It doesn’t take nearly as long as it did when you first woke up to recognize what you’re seeing, and you can’t help but give out a little gasp. Above you, Keigo lets out another chuckle, and you find yourself growing a bit warm at the sound. And that feeling only increases when a couple of seconds later, Keigo is reaching out his hand and placing it on your cheek so he could redirect your gaze back to him and him alone. 

“ Aren’t you supposed to be asleep right now, baby bird?”  He whispers to you, his voice coming out as a nice, pretty, low sound that you’re sure might just lull you back to bed if keep talking. And you imagine he already knows that considering how his amused expression only increases with a slight upward tug of his lips and the softness of his eyes. His thumb starts to draw small circles into your skin, only adding to that feeling from earlier, as he leans down, down, down,  down,  and places a gentle peck on your lips before pulling back, “ You weren’t supposed to see those until morning, you know. ”

“ Hmmm ,” You let out a hum, feeling so content and so loved with the attention he’s giving you right after what you know must have been a long, long day. You give him a playful smile- the best one you can muster up while the warm, expensive sheet’s donning the bed trying to pull you back into the dark side. Then, without wasting another second, you point at the clock sitting right next to the pretty flows and say, “ It’s morning right now. ”

He bristles. And then you giggle because you’re able to see the tippy tops of bright red wings react in time with his lighthearted huff. And of course, because he’s Keigo and he’s so incredibly soft and cuddly and  warm  when he wants to be- he leans into you and goes in to place another kiss upon your lips. And another one. And another. And another one. And another. Each one deeper and impossibly  sweeter  than the last. And by the time he pulls away, your breathing has gone a little heavy, and your eyes have glazed over with pure bliss. But even then, he still stays close. He still hovers mere inches away from your face with warm cheeks and a kind smile as he looks at you with what seems like all the love and affection in the world

“ You wanna see them ?” He whispers against your lips, his quiet breath sending small shivers of excitement down your spine. “I  can give them to you now if you want. ”

You nod your head. “Yes, please.”

He offers you another smile before pushing back and getting off of you as you sit up in the bed. Already, you find yourself missing that added layer of warmth and protection that he always brings now that he’s no longer above you, and the dip in the mattress beside has just disappeared. But there’s no need for you to wait around for long- wanting and wishing for his return like you do every time you send him off to work. This time, he returns to you in just a few little seconds. 

Bouquet of roses, now in hand. 

“ Thank you so much, Keigo. I don’t know what to say… ” You murmur, reaching out to take the flowers from his outstretched hand. It’s a simple bouquet. Only one type of flower. Only a simple white ribbon keeps it together. Your heart can’t help but melt at the sight of twelve gorgeous and perfectly kept red roses now in your hand. All for you. “ There’s so beautiful. ”

All from him.

You look up at him to offer another smile, and to your surprise, he looks less tired than you remembered. Rejuvenated even. He’s still the same Keigo- the hero that you love and adore more than anything else in the world, but he looks  better  somehow. More content. More relaxed even. Like he had just woken up from a long, long nap. Like he didn’t just get off of work around thirty or so minutes ago. But then he returns your smile with an even bigger, happier grin of his own. And you decide that there are other things you should focus on right now. Other things that are happening right here. Other things are happening right now. 

And so, you thank him again. 

“ Thank you, Keigo. ” You whisper quietly, your battle against your own sleepiness started to chip and wear away now that you’re just so full of all things sweet and soft and lovely. “ I love them.”

“Any time, baby bird.” He whispers back, before leaning in to press a small kiss to your forehead as your eyes begin to fight to stay open and your body begins to subtly sway. Before you know it, the flowers are back out of your hands, and you’re being eased under the covers once more. You don’t remember if you put up a fight. You don’t remember if you asked for one more kiss or one more hug or anything of the sort. No- you just remember your eyes growing heavier and heavier, and your breath growing more and more even with every passing minute. And the one last thing he told you before you had truly, truly surrounded to dreamland once more-

“Anytime at all.”

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I was annoying my cat today and I thought of annoying dabi in the same manner. So you get this 12 am splurge of stuff. You’re welcome :).

Out of nowhere you would go up to him while he was watching tv, sit down next to him and just stare at him. He knows that this is a normal thing for you so he just lets you do it, trying to ignore his heart rate that has increased since he heard your bedroom door open. After a few minutes, you start playing with his hair. Coiling your fingers in it and scratching it in some areas to ease the male of any tensions he had from the day. You even checked to see if you may need to dye it again. However, his roots look as dark as the night you did them, which was about 3 weeks ago. A few more minutes pass by and you keep staring at him, eventually laying your head in his lap to get a better angle of his beauty. You admire the ways his scars line under his eyes like a bucket for his ocean like eyes. The way his staples hold the contrasting lives of who he was and who he can be. All of it is beautiful to you. If you would’ve told the ravenett this at the beginning of the relationship, which you did, he would’ve denied you from the use of the word when it comes to him. Especially when it comes to his scars. He feels that they chain him down, that they are a sign of a time when he was weak and they are display for everyone to see said weakness. But you think that they just show how strong the male has been and continues to be. You think they show a sign of courage and determination. You try to tell him that every now and again. Usually when it is 3 am and you are just muttering whatever compliments comes to mind. It doesn’t go unnoticed by the male, it actually makes his heart flutter every time you say it. To think that you look and him and the first thing you think is ‘courage’ is something that he will never understand. Dabi turns to look at you as a love filled look dawns your eyes. It seems like you don’t even notice that he is meeting your gaze, you seem lost in thought. The best thing the male thinks to do is flick your forehead. So the jackass does. “Um- ow” you whine as you rub your forehead, pouting at the pain that you pretend is on your forehead. “That didn’t even hurt. What’re you staring at you weirdo?” He already knew the answer, you say the same thing every time he asks. He secretly just wants to hear you say it. “The pretties boy in the world.” And there it is. Though something in his brain says it isn’t true, a smile still spreads on his face when you say it. The love that shines in your eyes and the way your face contorts to fit that wide smile makes that little annoying voice in his brain worth hearing every time. Because he knows there is another, louder voice that shuts that voice up quick. And that voice is yours. It has always been. And always will be.

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Question for all of my readers

I have thought about something and I need opinions. I thought about making a general OC for all of my stories. I know some people don't like reader inserts and need someone to visualize. So why not make an oc that spreads across all of my fanfics? I will throw in some head canons and small scenarios that are reader insert but I want to make my fanfics enjoyable for everyone. I'll put a pole below so that y'all can vote. But don't worry, "You accidentally found his sketchbook" will continue to be a reader insert. It's just that everything past that series will feature this OC.