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There is a disturbing amount of people using AI to write on here. Keep that shit to yourself I’m dead serious.

Why are you coming into a creative space with your stupid robot slop and trying to pass it off as your own?? Why are you deceiving so many people and making them consume AI content? Seriously, the tumblr clout can not be that good to overcome such a massive moral deficit.

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reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

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nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au

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the only thing ill say abt the ethel cain thing is that i dont think we should normalize white/nonblack people having a racist phase and applauding them for getting over it like its a rite of passage to be a decent human being or something like thats weird

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congrats on 6k!!!! i had a suggestion for ur job fair event💭💭

sero as the guy who works behind the counter at the campus rec center/gym/library or smth like that and mutual crushing between him and reader would be SO CUTE. smau or written, whatever u think works best with it!!!

hes so cute <3 imagining stupid lil skater boy working at the library ehhehehhe

library worker!sero // job fair

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face card so hard and body so tea even the british want it

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NEED HIM

Hiii rue!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

Can I get a sero x reader smau where sero is a singer and reader is just a normal waiter who saved up enough to go to his concert and somehow he gets her number and they fall in love happily ever after

Thank you 💕 bye bye

fall in love happily ever after okay yes hearrddd HEHE thank u for sending in another submission ilyyyy <3

singer!sero // job fair

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PHEWWW i need him #desperately. “like i was born on the cob” drop the drawers rn. “look at me real quick” “good to go another 10hrs” yeaaaa im getting him pregnant. hes not leaving the house. no one else can see the amount of loser charm he has but me.

hehehe happy 6000 million!!!!!!!!! okay so think coworker mechanic sero,,, absolute loser trying to flirt whilst covered in grease stains,,, are we seeing it. please tell me you’re seeing it

THE REVIVAL OF MECHANIC SERO THANK YOUUUUUUUU omg yes ofc i see the vision ive BEENNN seeing the vision omfg thank u -> can i plug my carguy sero smau here too

mechanic!sero // job fair

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“you stealing my regular?” you hear footsteps coming up from behind you.

you swivel around in your stool, slinging a dingy white towel over your shoulder.

“look who’s late and kept their client waiting,” you huff with your hands on your hips, “you’re lucky they decided to let me get them started instead of leaving you a shit review.”

from behind his back, he pulls out a yellow ticket in one hand, and a togo cup of coffee in the other.

“look who got a fucking ticket while picking up a treat for his needy coworker?”

your lips pressed together in a tight line as your cheeks puff up. you’re definitely guilty for that one.

sero walks over to you with a growing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. after plopping the drink in your hands, he squats down in front of your stool- going eye level with you. he grabs the corner of the towel over your shoulder and wets the fabric with his tongue before bringing it up to your cheek, wiping away grease residue.

“can’t be mad at a face like that. you know i like this look on you, but keep that pretty face clean, alright?” 

you roll your eyes, scoffing in his face.

“thanks for the coffee, babe, but you shouldn’t be speeding with a car like yours. that’s your own fault.” 

“sorry i was too excited to get back to you.”

you blink once. then twice, your eyes never leaving him.

“get the fuck out of my face.” you reach your hand out and shove his shoulder, making him fall back onto the ground, “so corny,” you mutter.

“like i was born on the cob.” he winks.

sero pushes himself off of the ground and folds the ticket into his back pocket. you try not to watch too deeply as he stretches his arms up over his head, tugging his grease stained white tank top up and revealing the end of a dark happy trail half covered by a utility belt.

“well!” you slap your hand down on your thigh and quickly stand up out of your seat, “i’ll leave you to finish off this mess.”

“what?” he whines, “you’re not gonna keep me company?”

“i have paperwork to do and have an appointment coming in soon.”

“why are you doing paperwork? don’t we have a desk guy for that?” he cocks his eyebrows, “and what if i need a hand?”

you chew at the straw, watching him pout and practically beg for you to stay with his puppy-dog eyes.

“you, hanta, need a hand? the hanta that swore he deserved the raise over me? the hanta that was so adamant on this garage not needing another mechanic when i first got hired? that hanta need a hand?”

his sheepish smile grows.

“yup. that hanta.”

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omg. omg. ouhhh yeaaaaa this one did it. the chin holding would’ve done me in by itself but i just KNOOWWWWAAA that when he said “maybe just one.” he was making hella eye contact with some seductive as fuck eyes yeaa cancel your 12 close the store we doin as much as we can while this piercing heals 😩😩

for the 6k job fair event ‼️

piercer!sero with coworker!reader who is getting a new piercing by him and reader has the BIGGEST crush on him

AAMMEEEENNNNNNNNNN oh yeah you get it. yoooouuuu absolutely get itttt

piercer!sero // job fair

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“stop looking at me like that,” he mutters.

you held your breath as sero inches in with your chin resting in between his gloved thumb and index finger, turning your head side to side and making sure his marking on your lip was properly aligned.

you bite back the instinct to suck in your bottom lip out of nerves as he inspects it. your hands have been unusually sweaty since the moment you’ve stepped in the studio, and you know your job. you’re good at your job. piercing and jewelry had been all that you’ve lived and breathed for the past few years, but at this moment, your mind went static.

“looking at you like what?” you squeak out.

“like you’re not a client,” he chuckles.

“i don’t know how to tell you this, hanta,” his eyes flicker up to meet yours, “but i work here.”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes, taking a step back to change out his gloves, “you know what i mean. keep your eyes on whatever’s behind me like everyone else.”

“what? a little eye contact makes you nervous?”

the corners of his mouth quirk up into a lopsided smile.

“something like that.”

you remind yourself to breathe once he holds the needle up to your bottom lip. you remind yourself that you’ve done this piercing a hundred times and that you know exactly what to expect.

there wasn’t a second in this swift motion when the needle came up through your lip where your eyes left sero. he was well aware of that.

“god,” he mutters, quickly pulling the needle through with the jewelry, “not even a fucking flinch, you badass.”

your stomach twists. in what world would a compliment do more damage to you than a needle going through your lip?

“what can i say? i’m a pro.” you let out a shaky chuckle as he meets the sore area with a q-tip.

“and i know i don’t need to give you the rundown on aftercare,” he peels the black gloves off his hands before tossing them in the bin, “but don’t go around kissing anyone until that’s healed alright?”

“bummer, i was really excited to see what kind of damage i can do to someone’s teeth with this.” you roll your eyes.

a knock came from behind the curtain. you both turn your heads to see a mass of purple hair peek through, throwing up a peace sign towards your way.

“your 12 o'clock is here. filling out the paperwork, but heads up anyways,” hitoshi says, leaving as quickly as he came in.

“that’s my cue then.” you awkwardly fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “i’ll see you this weekend then? think that’s when we work together next.”

“yeah this saturday.” he gestures for you to take the lead out the private room, “but keep me updated on the healing. maybe if it’s feeling good we can test your curiosities.”

reflexively, you turn around and land a punch on his arm as your face flares with heat.

“what's wrong with you?” you hissed with wide eyes.

“not in front of the clients, babe.” he grins, unphase by your reaction, “or else they’re gonna start thinking it’s okay to attack the piercer.”

“you’re gonna try and kiss all your clients or something?" you cock an eyebrow, the tips of your ears burning.

sero pauses for a moment and wets his lips before speaking again.

“maybe just one.”

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I’M TEEHEEING OMG IT’S MY NUMBER ONE FAV SERO PLEASEEEE ONE CHANCE

outside all night // sero hanta

when you and your coworker can't seem to get enough of one another

a/n: BIRTHDAY REQUEST FOR MY SONNNNNNN RRAAHHHH everyone say happy birthday @poetlus @lunatiqez my lad of all time !!!!!!!'

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rue this is so good im running around and jumping in circles

birthday smokes // katsuki bakugou

a/n: happy late birthday and 420 to my baaabbyyy <3 written on my phone while i was high and not home and i didn't want to bother proofreading (which may be obvious sawy) but just wanted to throw something silly out here

katsuki didn’t understand when his file had apparently been accessible to everyone in this agency. the moment he stepped through the front door, everyone had their eyes on him. he met their gazes and returned it with an awkward nod, greeting them as per usual. it may have felt odd for a minute, but of course he’d be the center of attention in this building- it did have his name plastered to the front of it, after all.

it wasn’t until he reached his office when that impending sense of dread revealed itself in the form of knots in his stomach. the moment the door swings open, his vision clouds with falling rainbow confetti and a crowd of his old peers and mentors jumping out from the shadows.

“happy birthday, kacchan!” izuku cheered, followed by a plethora of blow horns and kazoos before he slowly pulled the door shut in front of him.

katsuki spent his day with a deadpan expression and a monotone “thank you” on repeat.

his parents scheduling themselves into his calendar for a phone call in the middle of his work day. several people stopping by his office during his allotted lunch time. business meetings starting and ending in birthday wishes.

he just wants today to end already.

a few hours ago, you received a message from him letting you know that these “annoying ass coworkers” had successfully dragged him out for birthday drinks after work. he’ll be home late.

you jumped at the sound of the door clicking open.

“fuck,” you mutter to yourself as you shove a wad of crumpled saliva damped rolling papers under your thigh. you somehow ruined a few good sheets in the process of attempting to roll the perfect joint for katsuki- something that you’ve always left for him to do.

your bare thighs laid tense under the rolling tray in your lap as you rush to pack down the flower with the end of a chopstick you grabbed from the kitchen. this was your third go, and you were sure you had it down this time around.

katsuki groans as he toes off his work shoes by the front door, tossing his jacket over the coat rack, and dropping his bag onto the ground.

“the fuck are you doing?” he pads over to you, stretching his arms behind his back.

from behind the couch, he rests his chin on your shoulder, looking down into your lap where he watches you fumble with the cone in your hand. 

“what is that?” he scoffs out a chuckle.

you could smell the alcohol under his breath as his laugh brushed past the shell of your ear.

“tada!" you beam, holding up the roll in front of your eyes, "it’s for you! special birthday roll for the special birthday boy.”

“we already celebrated last night,” he mutters against your neck in between light kisses, “and this morning.”  

“but you had to go to work today so i thought it’d be nice if we got to wind down together!”

you turn your head to the side, meeting his gaze as it flickers back and forth between the wonky joint in your hand and your proud expression.

“...with that?”

your face drops and lips fall into a tight line before he bursts out in a fit of drunken giggles, drawing a scoff out of you.

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding. you know i’m just teasing.” he steps over the couch, plopping down right next to you.

katsuki takes the joint from your hands and grabs a lighter from the coffee table. he runs the flame over its body a few times before holding the filter end up to your lips.

“it’s your day, silly.” you hold your hand out to stop him, “you get the first hit.”

he pauses and cock an eyebrow at you, seemingly flabbergasted at the suggestion.

“who the fuck do you think i am?” he nudges your hand away and brings the joint back up to your lips.

“it’s your birthday,” you whine.

“exactly. it’s my birthday, so stop arguing with me.”

his spine surges with satisfaction as he watches you roll your eyes and reluctantly wrap your lips around the filter.

who was he to break tradition?

“mhm,” he hums, sparking the lighter.

katsuki doesn’t particularly care about getting high and it doesn’t do much for him, but placing his lips around the damp area where yours had been whether it left a lipstick stain or not made him only crave more.

you almost knock the rolling tray off of your lap when your body jerks forward, hunched over your knees and coughing out the smoke towards the ground.

“i think…i…did a…good…job,” you say in between muffled coughs in your sleeve as he takes the joint from your fingers.

“good for never paying attention whenever i roll for us,” he quips, slowly blowing the smoke out the side of his mouth.

you pout, finally setting the tray down on the coffee table and crawling up to him.

“well, this was only for a special occasion,” you whisper in his ear, “don’t expect me to do this again.”

“no shit,” he turns his head and whispers back, almost grazing your nose with his own, “i roll for you, and your job is to sit there and look pretty.”

he almost blushes when you suddenly lean back and go quiet, not trying to be subtle while your eyes travel down his body.

“now that you mention it, when you’re sitting here all cute in your tight ass hero suit on your birthday of all days, you make me wanna try and roll another one just so i can look at you while i do it,” you giggle.

katsuki snorts. your tolerance has always been bad, but when you’re this high, you’re embarrassingly flirtatious.

he sets the half smoked joint down on the ashtray sitting on the side table and brings his arm around you, placing his hand against the small of your back.

“i’ll give you something better to look at,” he mutters, pulling you closer to him, “but you have to promise to keep your eyes open.”

heat crawls up your neck as a laugh escapes your mouth from the shock.

“suddenly it’s sounding like it's my birthday.” you blush.

“nope. still mine and we got about two hours to celebrate."

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𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚌𝚎

pairing: hockey player!katsuki x trainer!reader

warnings: cussing, tensions, bakugou kinda being very forward

notes: hockey player katsuki save me 🤤

what started as teasing texts between the star hockey player and the team's trainer turns into late-night tension and feelings neither of you want to name

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“loser dabi agenda” chat i think i know why i like this dabi so much (i love loser men)

i just finished reading all the standalone dabi smaus and you’ve officially converted me to a dabi lover but specifically YOUR dabi 🙂‍↕️

i didnt really have an opinion on him before but now i need to read anything and everything you’ve written about him so apologies if you see me in your notifs with likes and reblogs once i start your series and all the oneshots nd blurbs you’ve written 😌🫶🏻

omg thats so much WAAHHH thank you so much !!!! my dabi is such a loser im glad youre enjoying him as much as i love writing him <3 <3 you are so sweet im picking u up and spinning you around wheeeeee

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there’s nothing quite as fulfilling as having your pet fall asleep against you, i may not be able to move for a couple of hours but that’s completely fine by me

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trying to find wlw fluff for some characters is way harder than it should be :/ like i enjoy a good smut but where’s the fluff that makes my heartache?? where’s the fluff that makes me giggle and kick my feet??

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Me trying and failing to avoid all Daredevil spoilers:

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eggy. eggy what’s it called. i will do anything. eggy please.

it devastates me that possibly my best writing of all time is a marauders fic