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𝑏𝑜𝑘𝑢 𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎: ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

♚ - drama

♛ - authors’ favourites

♜ - hurt/comfort

♝ - angst

♞ - steamy

♙ - romance/fluff

boobs, thighs, or arse ♞

dad ♙

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𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦𝑏𝑢𝑔: 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

♚ - drama

♛ - authors’ favourites

♜ - hurt/comfort

♝ - angst

♞ - steamy

♙ - romance/fluff

adriennette / ladynoir / marichat / ladrien

butterflies ♝♚

chapter one・chapter two・chapter three

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𝑏𝑜𝑘𝑢 𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎: 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑠

♚ - drama 

♛ - authors’ favourites 

♜ - hurt/comfort

♝ - angst

♞ - steamy

♙ - romance/fluff

todoroki shouto

boxed memories ♝

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𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦𝑏𝑢𝑔: 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑠

♚ - drama

♛ - authors’ favourites

♜ - hurt/comfort

♝ - angst

♞ - steamy

♙ - romance/fluff

luka couffaine

i don’t love you (like i did yesterday) ♝

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𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠: 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑠

♚ - drama

♛ - authors’ favourites

♜ - hurt/comfort

♝ - angst

♞ - steamy

♙ - romance/fluff

peeta mellark

confessions ♝♙ ♛

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b⃞ o⃞x⃞ e⃞d⃞     m⃞e⃞m⃞ o⃞ r⃞i⃞e⃞ s⃞

gn!reader x pro hero!shouto todoroki

genre(s): nothing but angst, lots of hurt but no comfort

fandom: my hero academia

rating: g・t・r

word count: 1.3k

warning(s): implied character death, mild themes of depression, one f bomb

things to know: y/n (your name)

when you’d woken up this morning, you’d promised yourself that you’d do it. 

you’d known it would hurt– how could it not?– but god damn. now that you were there, standing in front of the door to his apartment, your hands shook as you try to fetch the keys from your bag . . . the tightness in your throat was coming back, just as painful as the day you’d lost him.

your lip quivered and you shut your eyes tight, your mind bringing you back to that night. 

you were at home when it happened, every news channel covering the fight between your boyfriend, his father, and spectre; he had been a new villain that had surfaced, seemingly having it out for your boyfriend. you could hardly hear the reporter trying to give coverage on the destruction that was taking place as the noise of explosions and screams were also being picked up by the mic. but you had been so sure he and endeavour would come out on top, with spectre locked away for life. 

it had happened in slow motion, spectre using their quirk to vanish while shouto and endeavour were in shock for a moment– it was a moment that cost everything. spectre had reappeared behind your boyfriend, knife raised, and before either he or endeavour could react, the villain had plunged the knife into the junction of shouto’s neck and shoulder.

and when you had lost shouto, you’d lost everything. you’d lost your world; you’d lost any chance at the family the two of you sometimes talked about starting during the early hours of the mornings when the city was quiet and the sun was rising.

your friends tried to be sympathetic, but the truth was that they couldn’t understand you– not really. they all still had their significant others. they didn’t understand why it was so hard for you to get out of bed, to eat, shower, replenish your pantry, do anything after shouto’s funeral had passed.

like you were meant to go back to normal after they put his casket in the ground? it was easier said than done. way easier.

but it’d been almost six months now, and you knew you needed to start packing away his things if you had any hopes of ever moving on. besides, there wasn’t any way of getting out of it this time. his landlord had been so patient and understanding with you, but last week he called you personally to regretfully inform you that his company told him they wanted to get “that” apartment back on the market, so “if you could please come to collect shouto’s things”, he would hate to have them just sent to the landfill. 

you finally found the keys and stuck the one painted red on one side and blue on the other into the keyhole, turning the lock. you heard the telltale sound of a door unlocking and you gently pushed the door open.

a fresh wave of grief hit you. everything was as it was the last time you were here, save for several broken-down boxes that shouto’s landlord had been nice enough to place for you.

the blanket the two of you had used, despite the fact that shouto could easily warm you up, was still neatly folded in a basket beside the couch. 

you hugged yourself with your arms as a sob escaped your throat. you walked over to the couch, slumping onto the cool leather. you managed to grab the blanket, wrapping it around yourself as you stared at the doorway to where his bathroom was.

 moving his things meant that he was gone– really, actually gone. all of his old sweaters you had taken had lost the scent of him, and you couldn’t even find the courage to enter his apartment to take his cologne. 

you couldn’t do this. you didn't want to. 

how could you?

you sighed, stretching out your legs. your cheeks were dried with tears, which honestly didn’t surprise you. what surprised you was the settings sun; the purple, pink, and orangish hues reflected through the large windows onto the flat-screen television. you had been curled up on the couch for longer than you had expected and knew you needed to stop procrastinating. 

you had to do this.

you stood up and the blanket pooled at your feet. you walked over to where the boxes were and found a medium-sized one to put together. assessing which area of the apartment would hurt the least to pack up, a bright glinting caught your eye. you turned your head to see the door to the bathroom cracked open slightly, and it was then that you saw it–

shoto’s cologne. 

the glass of the bottle was placed on the corner of his sink, the edge of it catching the sliver of sun peeking through into the bathroom. 

your throat tightened as you sucked in a breath. tears pricked at your eyes as your feet involuntarily led you to the door, pushing it open to reveal the washroom. 

everything was in its place, an added layer of dust covering all the surfaces. the cologne bottle stood alone, right in front of you, almost taunting you. one spray was all it took to open the floodgates; you knew that you would cry the second you smelt it, yet you reached for it anyway. why you would subject yourself to that kind of hurt, you didn’t know, but some part of you wanted to feel that pain– to feel anything but the constant numbness that rested in your bones like lead.

you stretched your arm out, your hand shaking furiously as your went to wrap your fingers around the top and–

you weren’t careful enough. your world turned to slow motion as you watched the clear bottle of amber liquid slide off the surface of the marble and fall towards the tile. a scream ripped through your throat as you saw the scene unfold, but there was nothing you could do. your reaction time wasn’t nearly as fast as his would’ve been, you thought to yourself. 

with a loud shatter, the bottle connected with the floor and glass scattered.

“no, no no no no,” you whispered, your voice shaky and uneven. your breaths came quicker and more ragged as you bent down. 

“no! fuck!” you yelled, wet hot tears starting to roll down your face. the scent of your boyfriend hit you like a brick wall, the smell becoming overwhelming. you knelt, glass cutting your knees as you bent to pick up the shards that littered the ground. you cut yourself, once, twice, three times, but you didn’t care, you didn’t care. 

the once warm and comforting scent of your boyfriend turned bitter as a mix of your own blood, metal, tears, alcohol and the reek of cologne went through your nostrils. the liquid stung your cuts, but you kept picking up pieces, frantically gathering them all into a pile before you. 

you gasped for air, your lungs screaming and your throat raw from the sobs that wracked your body. you had fucked it up. you had broken the last possession of shouto’s that you could wear; sure, you had his clothes, but it wouldn’t be the same- it couldn’t be. 

you could sew his sweaters if they ripped, and you could glue the glass that held his cologne, but you couldn’t bottle the liquid that was seeping through the cracks and drying into the tiles. it was gone– it was gone just like the man who wore it, and you couldn’t get it back. 

you could have it in your head, and your heart, but you could never have it in the place that cascaded through his hair, caressed his face or intertwined with his fingers when you needed security– 

you would never have him in your hands.

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𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤

my hero academia

‣ ass, thighs or tits

— 1a boys, aizawa, hawks & dabi

— headcanon

‣ boxed memories 

— shouto todoroki x gn!reader

— oneshot

miraculous ladybug

‣ butterflies 

— chat noir x ladybug

part one | part two

‣ in the dark 

— adrien agreste x f!reader

— oneshot

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𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕜𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕒

headcanons

imagines

blurbs

oneshots

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𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕠

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imagines

blurbs

oneshots

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𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕦

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𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕚

headcanons

imagines

‣ boxed memories 

blurbs

oneshots

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𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚 𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚

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𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚 𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠

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𝕥𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚 𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕚𝕜𝕚

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𝕜𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕚

headcanons

imagines

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hi hope you’re doing alright could you do a lauren bloom imagine?:)

👀 whatcha thinking?? is there anything specific you’d like us to add? i'm sure haley and i could whip something up for you dearie

-ky

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Hi are your requests open for x readers?

hey! yes, i do believe haley and i are currently in agreement that x reader requests are open! 

-ky