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Mystic Academia: Common Route Masterlist

↝ After some peculiar messages appear on a phone you found in your mailbox, you are led to a mysterious apartment by an Unknown number. What secrets will you uncover in this mysterious place along with a secret chatroom with 6 strangers?

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introductions 📱PROLOGUE ↠ your new place 📱CHATROOM I ↠ join the group 📱CHATROOM II ↠ what do i do? 📱CHATROOM III ↠ the new girl 📱CHATROOM IV ↠ thanks to you 📱CHATROOM V ↠ the party

MYSTIC ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

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Mystic Academia: Common Route | SERIES MASTERLIST

INTRODUCTIONS

↝ After some peculiar messages appear on a phone you found in your mailbox, you are led to a mysterious apartment by an Unknown number. What secrets will you uncover in this mysterious place along with a secret chatroom with 6 strangers?

A/N: and so it begins! i’m so excited to see everyone’s reactions!! ☺️ also yes it’s intentional that y/n and izuku don’t have profiles 👁

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underneath the fairy lights  — yuji itadori

ೃ pairing: yuji itadori x gn! reader

ೃ  tags: fluff, the jjk trio are your besties, hurt/comfort, unrequited love, implied friends to lovers

ೃ  warnings: mention of heartbreak and strong language

ೃ wc: 889 words

ೃ  as a jujutsu sorcerer, getting your heart broken was the least of your problems. but when it inevitably happens, a trio of friends are there to save the day. or to be more specific, a lychee-haired boy who encompassed the sun and all it’s rays is there to cheer you up and get you back on your feet.

“First of all, he’s an ass.” Nobara raised one finger. “Second of all, he’s a piece of shit.” She raises another. “And lastly, I do not want to see that fucker within 20 meters of you or of anyone we know.” She ends at the third finger. “No one treats my best friend like that after they just confessed.”

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“…and when i wake up with you next to me, i know i am finally home.“

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dude i love au's

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go japan!

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drunken confession || bakugou katsuki

💌 (@serowotonin): hmmm idk if you’ve ever written anything like this before but djsnd if its not too much how about a bakugou fic where him and fem!reader are kind of like rivals maybe since high school but because this is fanfiction,,,, bakugou has a crush on her 🤧😳 and because i love ur drunk bakugou stuff,,,, could we have him “confessing” to reader while they’re out drinking or smth

⋆ PAIRINGS: fem!reader x prohero!bakugou/drunk!bakugou ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff; mentions of alcohol and drinking; spoilers for bakugou’s hero name ⋆ WORD COUNT: 2.2k

A/N: this is such a good prompt/idea omg i love it. this single handedly broke my writer’s block so ty for that. the drunk!bakugou series lives on 😌 also this was supposed to be >800 words but idek how to stop typing ocne i start lmao.

thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy!!

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If there was one thing Bakugou knew about you, it was that you were one of the most irritating people he had ever met.

Everywhere he went, you were right there beside him whether that was figuratively or literally. When he decided to become a pro hero, a decision he had stated proudly since he was a child, you happened to desire the same thing. When he bragged about how he got into U.A. High without even trying, rumors of your entrance into U.A. spread throughout Aldera Junior High like wildfire.

Bakugou was convinced you made it your life’s mission to copy him, wanting to live the same life as him. So when the new pro hero Dynamight stated in front of the press he would make it his goal to become the number one hero, Bakugou felt disgusted when he found headlines in the news announcing the number one position as your goal as well.

And to make matters even worse than Bakugou could imagine, you had managed to transfer to the same agency he was under.

Although Bakugou boiled you down to a copycat who was obsessed with every move he made, things were completely different for you. As a child, you simply lived in the same neighborhood as Bakugou, causing you to attend the same junior high school as him. You had always wanted to a pro hero, similar to Bakugou, however you were just not as vocal as he was. Your desire to be number one was something you thought was what most pro heroes wanted and your transfer was due to pure coincidence, not your apparent “obsession” with Bakugou like he believed.

Nonetheless, you were his rival, the person he was currently battling for the number one position as a pro hero with and he couldn’t stand you.

Or so he constantly told himself.

Deep down Bakugou knew he liked you. This attraction to you started when he saw your determination. You had a normal quirk and a normal personality. You were ordinary so how did you get the attention of someone like Bakugou?’

It was because of how hard you worked to be at the top of your class in both junior high and high school despite being ordinary. And Bakugou liked you. He would never ever utter his attraction and interest in you to another soul or even out loud.

At least that’s what he thought before that night.

It was the holidays and Bakugou hated that he was dragged to a year end party with the other heroes and staff working at his agency. He felt like choking on the loving atmosphere that was present at the bar that night, everyone eating and drinking to their hearts’ content. Everyone was delighted to have some time off from working and actually spend time with one another outside of the hectic environment at the agency.

But Bakugou felt impatient, his leg shaking in anticipation. The Japanese Hero Billboard Chart event was approaching which meant the new number one hero of the new generation would be announced. Everytime Bakugou thought about it he felt his heart racing. He had worked his ass off for the five years he had been a pro hero to make it to the top ten and he genuinely believed he deserved this title, one he had been dreaming of for as long as he could remember.

“I’m not sure if it’s my place to say this, but I think you should relax a bit, sir,” Haru, one of the assitants and employees at the agency, said as he seated himself on the bar stool next to Bakugou. He pushed a large mug filled with beer in front of Bakugou.

Bakugou scoffed. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Haru lifted his hands in front of him in defense. “Oh I wasn’t at all! I just thought since it’s the holidays and since you’ve been working so hard, you should just take a break and loosen up… sir.”

After a pause Bakugou let out a sigh. He rested his hand on the handle of the mug, glancing over to the numerous pairs of eyes he felt staring at him as the other employees were nervously watching the intimidating pro hero. Of course the people staring immediately looked away from Bakugou’s piercing gaze, feeling a shiver down their spines. It was difficult to get close to someone like Bakugou, something people like Haru or Kirishima could manage to do.

Bakugou sighed again before he tossed the beer back, gulping down the liquid until the mug was empty. He slammed it down to the table, Haru staring at his superior with wide eyes. He never knew Dynamight would be able to take alcohol so well.

However he was wrong. Bakugou Katsuki was the biggest lightweight there ever was.

Haru had to learn that the hard way as he watched Bakugou down beer after beer, shot after shot until he was the most tipsy he had ever seen in a person. Granted Bakugou only drank two and a half beers and two shots but Haru couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the big bad Dynamight who had now slumped over the bar table, hiccuping profusely. Bakugou’s face was bright red from the effects of the alcohol in his system and Haru was happy to see him finally enjoying himself.

“Are you alright, sir?” Haru asked, resting a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder.

Bakugou sprung up, sitting as straight as he could. “‘M fine.”

Haru stifled a laugh, not daring to laugh at Bakugou, especially to his face. “Maybe you should head home. You’re quite drunk, sir.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugou mumbled, propping his head on his hand as he leaned on the table. As he closed his eyes, he immediately shot them back open as your face flashed in his mind. “Y/N.”

“(H/N)?” Haru asked in confusion. “Oh, did you want to see her?”

Bakugou’s crimson eyes roamed around the crowd of people that were packed in the bar, drinking and enjoying each other’s company as they watched the snow fall gently outside through the window. “I don’t think she’s here, sir. She doesn’t usually come to events like these,” Haru said.

Haru moved to help Bakugou to his feet, deciding it was time to take Bakugou home before any paparazzi or media took pictures of the infamous brash hero in a state that was anything other than his usual grumpy self. “Wait, let me get you some water first. Don’t move… please… sir,” Haru said as respectfully as possible as he got up to approach the bartenders.

Bakugou wanted to curse at Haru for telling him what to do even in his drunken state but Bakugou felt him choke on the air he was breathing as he watched the front door open. You closed the door, taking in your surroundings as you immediately felt suffocated by the amount of people that were present. Despite not wanting to show up to the annual year end party, you knew you couldn’t keep avoiding these events if you wanted to be on your fellow co-workers’ good sides as well as show your appreciation for their work.

A few people smiled at you and you kept your conversations short and to the point, wanting to leave as quickly as you could even though you had just arrived.

All the while, Bakugou watched you. He drowned out the noise from the bar and it felt like his vision was blurred except for this ring of light centered around you. You looked breathtaking. He didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol or not but he couldn’t stop staring and he couldn’t help but be annoyed by the amount of male employees who would approach you and talk to you, especially one man he couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of who was getting a little too close to you. Bakugou wasn’t surprised though, you were beautiful and any person in their right mind would have a crush on you but that didn’t mean he liked that they would attempt to talk to you.

But Bakugou smirked to himself everytime you quickly turned down any man’s advances, knowing how you weren’t fond of social events and tended to keep to yourself. He continued to watch as you broke away from the crowd, searching the building for a place to get some fresh air.

You saw some stairs leading to a balcony, immediately beelining to it. You opened the doors, shutting them behind you. There was a small table and two chairs on the small balcony and you sank down into one of the chairs. A shiver ran down your body as the crispness in the air hit your face. You leaned on the table, looking out to the snow-covered streets below you.

The holidays felt lonely. The number one hero position was going to be announced soon and you both dreaded and looked forward to the results. You had worked hard and waited for such a long time for this moment and yet you were scared. You wouldn’t be surprised if your apparent rival Bakugou, who constantly vocalized how you were rivals back in U.A., claimed the number one spot. You knew that if anyone other than you were to be number one, it should be him.

You were ripped away from your thoughts as you heard the doors open from behind you. A groan erupted softly from your lips. “Please leave me alone, Natsuo. I just want to be alone.” You assumed it was Natsuo, one of the many assistants working at the agency and the one person who would berate you to go on a date with him, to which you declined his advances every single time.

You felt a coat being draped around your shoulders and you furrowed your brows as you turned around, wanting to give Natsuo his coat back only to widen your eyes at the sight of Bakugou standing behind you. You couldn’t even recall seeing Bakugou at the party today. It was apparent to anyone and everyone who knew about Bakugou that he couldn’t stand social gatherings like this one so to see him standing before you at one was astonishing.

Bakugou had managed to drink a large glass of water, thanks to Haru, so he wasn’t as drunk as a few moments ago but his face was still as red as the sun. He sat on the chair beside you, staring down at the view below him. You continued to watch him as snow littered his blonde hair.

Even though you grew up with him, you had never been in such close proximity to him like this. You took in his features, understanding for the first time ever that he was actually quite handsome when he wasn’t scowling.

He turned to you, scarlet eyes piercing right through you. He said something but you weren’t paying attention. “What?”

“Do you wanna be alone?” Bakugou reiterated.

You blinked in confusion until you realized he was referring to your statement about not wanting to be bothered by Natsuo. “No, um, you can stay.”

Bakugou leaned on the table, continuing to stare at you. “Was that bastard bothering you?”

“Uh no. Well, not anymore,” you said cautiously. Why did he care? you thought to yourself.

“Good.” Bakugou paused to let out a small hiccup. That was what alerted you that he had drank like everyone else at the party. “I don’t want him bothering the woman I like.”

You choked on your own breath, your eyes like the shape of saucers. There’s no way you heard that right… were your ears deceiving you?

“What?”

“I think you had too much to drink, Bakugou,” you said.

“Yeah,” Bakugou hummed. “I’m drunk as hell but I still fucking like you.”

You stared as he put his head down on the table, still believing your ears were lying to you.

After a moment of silence, Bakugou muttered, “Katsuki.”

“What?”

“You used to call me Katsuki all the damn time,” he mumbled, his eyelids fluttering as he was just about to pass out. “I wanna still be Katsuki… to you.”

And in a matter of seconds, Bakugou passed out. His back rose and fell as he was breathing deeply in his sleep, his lips parted slightly as he was slumped over the table.

You broke out into laughter, bringing a hand to your mouth to stifle the sound from waking Bakugou up. He was unbelievable and even though you couldn’t believe what had just happened, you had an inkling that he wouldn’t remember what happened tomorrow.

Nevertheless you were completely shocked by his words. You were convinced he hated you, especially whenever he would call you out as his rival. He intimidated you but you also admired his drive as a person. He was someone who always worked his ass off to be the best. And in that moment your thoughts were confirmed.

He truly was the best. And you couldn’t have asked for a better man to steal your heart the way he did that night.

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why are so many great writers leaving? It makes me sad that so many are leaving and that we cant read their content anymore or even say goodbye :(

tumblr used to be a safe place for so many of us, but recently, with the waves of unnecessary hate and bullying, many writers are discouraged to continue writing and don't feel that spark of happiness they used to feel while logging in.

if you're a content consumer, please support your favorite writers as much as you can; leave comments, reblog with tags or a little something like your favorite quote, leave an ask telling them how good their work was and you're endlessly thankful for the time they put in this... too many writers feel like their efforts go to waste because they think they "don't fit in" (this is what a writer friend of mine told me before deactivating, i'm just using her own words here).

writing is fun, it's a hobby for us. so when it slowly turns into a task, something we have to do instead of something we want to do, this is when many of us decide to leave

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i miss nishinoya, love of my life

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nishinoya!

i’m a simple person, i find a new fav character, i draw them. haha cries–

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ummm I just wanted Shigaraki content like this sooo here it is

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cow in a meadow!

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My biggest kink is holding and kissing boys and making them feel safe and loved

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Art by miikakamiya

Color by me

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me at any given time: can we just buckle down and focus on the task at hand please???

my brain:

my brain: ……….ranibow sprimkle……………

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BitterSweet

Pairing: Itadori YuujiXReader

Words: 2.4K

Summary: How Yuuji makes his way into your life with brights smiles and shitty coffees

A/N: just in time for his b-day :3 i’ve loved this boi since before i even started jjk, so i’m glad I got to finally write for him lol

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Bitter.

Bitter-with a hint of vanilla-was what you associated with Itadori Yuuji. His beaming smile at your first tutoring session forever connected with the pungent coffee he offered you.

You stared at the cup skeptically, “what is that?”

“Coffee?” Yuuji answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I thought every college student liked coffee.”

He wasn’t wrong, “but why did you get it?”

“Because you got up so early to help me,” Yuuji’s smile widened as he waved the drink around.

“Well I’m scheduled, so I would have been here whether you signed up or not.” You pointed out, glancing at the clock nearby that read too-early-in-the-morning and gestured for him to hand it over. He looked so pleased with himself that you were sure if he was a dog his tail would be going wild.

That was the only explanation you had for why you didn’t tell Yuuji it was the worst thing you’d ever tasted, hiding your full body cringes when he looked up after digging through his backpack.

“So, what are we doing first?” He asked excitedly, holding a creased notebook with uneven pages and a packed folder with papers hanging out. You stared at it wearily, but unfortunately he was far from the worst case scenario-a folder was huge compared to some you’d run into.

“I guess just give me your last exam and we’ll work from there.”

Yuuji chuckled awkwardly, fingering through the mass of papers in his folder before producing a packet marked heavily in red ink. You sighed at the single digit number at the top with a frowny face beside it.

Looked like you and Itadori Yuuji were going to be spending a lot of time together.

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College Drop-Out

Pairing: NishinoyaXReader

Words:  1.6K

Summary: When Noya shows up in the middle of the night unprompted you’re more than surprised at the news he brings with him.

A/N: angsty >:D but it’s me so is it really? lol

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A strange vibration pulled you out of your deep slumber. You whined as you smoothed your hand across your mattress aimlessly searching for what caused the annoyance. When your fingers glided across the soft cotton sheet to land on your cell phone your frustration hit its peak.

You pulled it down, squinting at the blinding screen that shone Nishinoya’s contact against your room’s pitch-black darkness. You swept the red circle to end your suffering and snuggled back into your cocoon of warmth. Whatever Nishinoya wanted at nearly three in the morning he could deal with himself.

The cellphone began vibrating a second time and with clenched teeth you sent him to voicemail again without opening your eyes.

But when your phone vibrated a third time you violently slid the green circle across the screen before shouting into the receiver, “Noya, it is two in the morning what the hell do you-”

“I can’t believe you sent me to voicemail,” Nishinoya sounded offended and you let out a pathetic muffled whine against your pillow.

“I’m trying to sleep.” You glared blankly at the apartment window across yours-their lights all off stave a few. You envied the ones lucky enough to be sleeping. “What do you want.”

“You’re already sleeping on a Saturday?” Nishinoya questioned.

“Already? It’s nearly two a.m, Noya.” You scoffed while straining to hear the gusts of wind on his side of the line. “Where are you?”

“Outside.”

“Obviously, I mean where outside?”

“Outside-outside,” he unhelpfully clarified. “I’m outside your apartment.”

You blinked several times before shooting up in bed, “what?”

“It’s really cold out. Could you let me in?”

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