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Fourteen and fifteen are up!

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Dabi/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Dabi (My Hero Academia), Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Family (My Hero Academia), League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Rei, Todoroki Natsuo, Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Shouto’s Siblings, Amajiki Tamaki Additional Tags: Psychological Trauma, Psychological Torture, Gaslighting, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Sexual Content, Sexual Violence, Enemies to Lovers, Voyeurism, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Blood, Blood Kink, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Drug Use, Alcohol, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Domestic Violence, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage Summary:

Original Character insert– The League of Villains are in need of a Healer, and they find just what they need in young Juni Kyoto, a woman whose healing Quirk stems from her bodily fluids (blood, saliva, sweat, etc). What starts as a hostage situation wherein she is forced to heal the grotesque burns on Dabi’s face in order to disguise him, slowly devolves into a twisted love story borne of mutual torment and torture. Shigaraki has plans for the girl, as well as Dabi’s newly healed face, but neither knows what their twisted captor has in store for them.

[schizophrenic-angel]

League of Villains: We have your son.

Mitsuki Bakugo: Let me speak to him

League of Villains: Go ahead, you’re on speaker.

Mitsuki: Dumbass

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Chapters twelve and thirteen are up!

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Dabi/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Dabi (My Hero Academia), Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Family (My Hero Academia), League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Rei, Todoroki Natsuo, Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Shouto’s Siblings, Amajiki Tamaki Additional Tags: Psychological Trauma, Psychological Torture, Gaslighting, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Sexual Content, Sexual Violence, Enemies to Lovers, Voyeurism, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Blood, Blood Kink, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Drug Use, Alcohol, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Domestic Violence, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage Summary:

Original Character insert– The League of Villains are in need of a Healer, and they find just what they need in young Juni Kyoto, a woman whose healing Quirk stems from her bodily fluids (blood, saliva, sweat, etc). What starts as a hostage situation wherein she is forced to heal the grotesque burns on Dabi’s face in order to disguise him, slowly devolves into a twisted love story borne of mutual torment and torture. Shigaraki has plans for the girl, as well as Dabi’s newly healed face, but neither knows what their twisted captor has in store for them.

[schizophrenic-angel]

hero: IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO???

villain: *choking back tears* uh, yeah, i’m actually trying really hard here man

hero: *now looking uncomfortable* oh

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Tamaki Amajiki

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This is really good ans I hope there's more of it!

Azure Curiosity

Merman! Shouta Aizawa x Reader

Note: Media or the characters involved do not belong to me; I only own the story. Plagiarism will not be tolerated.

A merman Aizawa no one asked for sksksjk

You loved the ocean; something about the vast and beautiful cerulean waters that surrounded your boat made you feel a sense of freedom. As a child, you had always been drawn to the waters. Whether it be reading about what wonders were in its depths to pursuing a purchase in your own boat. It took a while to finally pay it off, and there wasn’t a day where you wouldn’t aboard it to explore.

Leaning over the railing, you saw a school of boga fish swim by and disappear. Seeing a school of fish were one of your favorite things. You loved the way they stuck together as though they would always have each other back. It made you sigh as you though that that was what you lacked in your life. All your life you felt a disconnect with other people.

Sure you had friends but the few you had were into materialistic lifestyles and avaricious self-profit. And the idea of connecting with someone on a more intimate level seemed to be an unattainable dream. No one you met found beauty in things such as nature or the captivation and cruel circle of life. Your dates would end without a second call after blabbing about the chaos in the nature chain from the team work of colony ants to Earth’s blessings of sudden flash floods.

Even your dysfunctional family found you hard to understand. While they urged you to seek a path of medicine, you just couldn’t find it in you being to wear white inside an office all day. The idea of holding a clipboard and feign an expected smile to patients who could possibly have no hope of surviving clenched your heart. You wanted to be free. So you had dropped out of college and moved away from the familial expectations.

You grew accustomed to the loneliness. Thinking about things like this didn’t hurt as much as it used to. You found comfort in the waters and the creatures you would come into contact with. In a way it wasn’t lonely.

Because you knew that every day on the waters would hold new and exciting sights. You could stay close to the shoreline finding interests in the life forms swimming in near-by estuaries. Other times, you would venture for miles and miles with no exact destination. Each creature you saw would be burned excitedly to memory and sketched inside of a gray journal you always took with you.

“It’s so beautiful out…” You muttered, as your eyes were scanning the horizon. You smiled at the rays that warmed your skin and the breeze that fluttered your hair and clothes. It was late morning and the sun was slowly moving to the high point in the sky. It was an almost clear day, for the blue sky had been littered with occasional wispy clouds. You smiled and let out a content sigh. The feeling of slight hunger twisted your stomach and you chuckled thinking you should probably eat. You planned on grabbing a food bar from your bag and possibly relax and doodle.

As you straightened to stretch you heard something odd. In all of your life on the waters, you never heard a sound quite like this. The noise sounded like a mix between a crying yelp and a chitter. As someone who knew about the waters and what they held, your knowledge of anything similar to the source was seal.

“But it can’t be…” You mumbled aloud. You picked up your journal and flipped to much earlier entries. Due to age and wear, the writing which had been hastily scribbled by a sketch of the said animal, had been smudged slightly. Much so that it took you a few seconds to find the words you were looking for.

“Maybe a dolphin.” You muttered after reading the seal entry and ruling out the animal complete. But even still- as the information provided evidence of the possibility, you’ve never heard of a dolphin yelping in distress. You leaned over the railing again and looked around.

As if appearing out of thin air, you saw a jumble of rocks up ahead. After getting a bit closer you saw that it was a cove. And a beautiful one at that. Quickly you maneuvered the boat in the precise direction of the area. Once arriving you then scanned the expanse. There seemed to be an almost disconnect between the waters for the area around the cove was so clear, not at all the deep blue to came from.

Surrounding it were a plethora of jagged coal-colored rocks. Any boat would have problems nearing the area with the risk of damage. Overall, it was so beautiful for you never had you seen a place quite like this.

As your boat neared just a few feet away from the first cluster of rocks, you realized a problem. You didn’t know where you would dock.

As if on cue, the distress call gotten louder. You eyed the strangely shaped rocks that surrounded the entrance to the cove. There was no way your boat would survive going through the sharp and jagged edges breaking through the surface. You turned off the engine and let the vehicle drift. The water didn’t appear to be deep.

But you didn’t really feel like wading in the water for an animal you didn’t know was really in trouble.

As though on cue, a cry sounded again and you sighed. All your life, you never passed up the opportunity to help. Whether it be a human or animal. Grabbing rope, you leaned over the railing and secured a tight knot around a tall point of a rock close-by.

Walking towards the bench, you grabbed your bag which held the essentials; your phone was safely secured in two ziplock bags, a map, a few multigrain bars and seven bottles of water and a first-aid kit. You stuffed your journal in as well and took a deep breath after swinging your bookbag on your back. You then went over the railing and proceeded to climb down the silver ladder until you got the bottom wrung and jumped into the water. Surprisingly it wasn’t cold, but warm and it stopped at your waist. You were lucky to be dressed semi-appropriately.

You had on water shoes and a pair of cargo shorts. Covering a part of your torso was a loose button-down. But due to the unnaturally hot day, you tied a knot in the bottom of the shirt.

As said, semi-appropriately, for you hadn’t planned on taking a swim.

You waded to the mouth of the cave-like area. Once entering you heard the sound of rushing water and assumed there was some kind of deposit or waterfall somewhere deeper inside. Other than that it was quiet now. The crying had stopped and your movements slowed.

You were surprised that even though the water was clear, you didn’t see any fish or any other form of life. If the animal giving off the cry lived here, there should be other animals present as well considering food source. Then again, the animal could be stranded.

Yeah, that could explain the lack of life. You shook your head and ventured forward. The trickling of water mixing with the soft sound of the waters licking the walls of the cave made the place all the more beautiful. As you moved deeper in though, a tiny voice of reason spoke from the back of your mind.

But then what if there wasn’t an animal in need of help?

Doubt surfaced and you bit your lip. Promptly you felt you hair raise and you stopped completely. Your heart raced in fear as your head whipped from side to side.

You were being watched.

Feeling that it was silly, but the best thing to do, you cleared your throat and opened your mouth to call out softly,

“Is-Is anyone there.” Of course there wasn’t a reply and the sensation of being watched vanished. Still you were unsettled and was about to turn back when the yelping broke out again. The cave wasn’t completely dark due to the light, but you still took out your flashlight. Up ahead, there was a parting which was split by a large stone wall. The noise turned into low chitters and it sounded like it was coming from the left. But still you didn’t move.

Suddenly a loud screech sounded in the air and in frightened panic, you slipped and fell into the water, feeling a sharp pain in your side. Even though the water wasn’t deep, it took a minute to regain your balance. When you did and stood up straight, your hand instantly flew to your side. Looking down, you saw your shirt ripped open and slightly tinged red. You shuffled to the smooth side of the wall and kneeled over with your hands on your thighs. The screeching had stopped abruptly but you still remained against  the side of the wall.

You carefully reached into your bag and pulled out gauze. Quickly you wrapped the bandage around your skin, pushing the shirt of of the way to gain access. 

Once done, you were still a bit shaky. You took a deep breath and stood shakily on your feet. The thought of this being a terrible idea caused you to make a decision and turn back. There was obviously no animal in distress here.

The pain seemed to grow in intensity as you turned and stumbled towards the direction of where you came.

You were so close by a couple feet when you felt something collide into your legs, knocking you completely off of your footing. The screech was back again though it sounded like it was all around you. You splashed and flailed in the water trying hard to regain your stability but then something took hold of your legs pulling you down. You opened your mouth for a split second in an attempt to scream but only succeeded in retaining water. You were struggling to break the surface for air and you were so close until darkness claimed you.

…

Gasping you cried out taking in copious amounts of air into your lungs. Opening your eyes, you were distraught but also mesmerized to see that you seemed to be deeper into the cave. You were currently laid out on top of a large surface. Sitting up, you saw that you were surrounded by water.Stalactites hung low and glittered bright. It was a bit lighter here than where you had been prior due to the opening above you. Feeling cold you looked down to see your shirt completely opened and quickly your hands fumbled shakily to button it back up. The material brushed against your injury and you winced. Looking down, you saw there was a deep gash where you assumed an obscured rock had cut you. It didn’t look too bad but just as easy as you could say that, infection could take place.

You then remembered your bag and your eyes darted around the ledge you were left on to see it bare. Your bookbag, with everything you could have possibly needed, gone. Your phone, water, a small first aid kit were no longer in your reach. Cold fear started to set in and you whimpered before a dark thought surfaced in your mind that sent you into a panic.

You were attacked.

“This…This can’t be happening.” You muttered, feeling as though you would cry.

Just the mere thought of the whole ordeal caused you to start breathing heavy. But the action alone caused you to wince from the aching in your side. If you were to stay in the cove any longer you were afraid you would succumb to the consequences of the injury.

A low coo broke the silence and you yelped. At this point anything would have made you jumpy. The noise got louder until your eyes moved towards the water. Your eyes remained there until you saw a bed of black seaweed.

No.

Your eyes squinted. It looked like hair.

The latter appeared true for the bed of hair lifted from the water and was connected to a pale face. You screamed covering you face with your hands. The noise from you startled the being for it responded with a screech. You cried even louder until it stopped. After a few moments, you felt something tickling your ankle and whimpered. Bringing your hands down slowly you saw something almost like a rope of some sort constricting around your leg. Tracing back to the source, it seemed to be connected to the tail of the being in the water.

“G-Get away!” You muttered kicking at the thing. It released you and hissed. Webbed fingers took hold of the rock ledge and you sunk more into the wall wishing you could disappear. He rose even more and you could clearly see it’s features. Despite its monstrosity, a part of you couldn’t help but be in awe that something like this could exist.

Its pale face was staid as it stared you down. Your eyes quickly traced its features; his lash-framed eyes looked tired and beady. His chiseled face was defined. You were surprised by the light stubble peppered on its chin. Your eyes trailed down to his torso which was now visible from the water. Your face flushed at the water dripping from it’s defined abs. Forcing your gaze lower, you saw that where his skin had ended, black pigmentation started thick and the scales resembled those of a shark.

And you’ve gotten close enough to know how they feel in very close past incidents.

“What do you want from me.” The being only stared back in serene wonder and under its scrutinizing gaze you only grew more creeped out. Especially when he edged closer. You shuffled sideways on the wet rocks and winced at the pain in your side. Under the nervous panic, you slipped and almost fell back into the water.

What stopped it from happening was the mermaid’s grip on you. You yelped when he suddenly pulled you close to him, embracing you tightly against his damp chest. His face twisted up almost menacingly and his eyes turned a vibrant shade of red as his raven locks shot up and wavered around his face. The being’s eyes were narrowed in the direction of water and you looked down to see an unnaturally large eel wiggle by. It paused as if it sensed your presence in the most intelligent way. And while seeing that was frightening enough on its own, what the being did next frightened you even more.

Without moving his arms, his tail shot into the water in the blink of an eye and curled the sea creature until blood dripped from his now unfurling tail. You whimpered and tried to struggle against him in fear— anything to get away from him even if it risked your life. You beat your curled fist against his hard chest and even cried for help, your body flailed and he actually loosened his grip on you. But his eyes narrowed and suddenly you were flung into the water. You sunk as you struggled against the tides. You couldn’t see anything but the darkness and the red eyes gleaming in your direction as you went deeper and deeper. Your chest started to burn and the thoughts of death were profound.

You never got to live, not truly.

And that was the last coherent thought as your struggle almost ceased. The creature came into full view and was staring at you almost condescending. His webbed fingers reached for your arm and you allowed yourself to be pulled towards the surface. He flung you back on the rocks roughly and as you sputtered up water from your lungs, he kept his eyes on you. When you were through, you returned his gaze. It was as though his prior actions were a penalty. The gloating gleam in his eye caused yours to avert with annoyance.

He moved out of the water, and sat on the ledge. From the corner of your eye, you saw him bring his fingers to his hair and wring it out. The gesture almost seemed feminine, but what really caught your eye was his tail. Now that you were calm- or as calm as any would be in a situation like this- you stared almost in awe. The urge to reach out and touch it took hold and you inwardly shook the thought away. You didn’t even know what he was. Or if he was really a he. This was unworldly, unnatural. And the sensation of curiosity decided to show itself now? And what’s more he almost drowned you.

Twice.

“How long have you…existed?” The question would have probably been offensive but as of now, you didn’t know if this creature had any form of intelligence. Other than the basic instinct of survival based off of what you saw happen with the eel. He just stared back with an almost bored expression and your face flushed.

Nothing.

Except his webbed fingers reaching towards you for your leg. You resisted the urge to kick him away in fear of going for another involuntary swim. His fingers ran along your calf down to your ankle.

“It’s called a leg.” You said in a shakily, punctuating the last word. He glanced up and cocked his head. The creature opened his mouth revealing three rows of sharp teeth. You shuddered as you thought what he could really do with those if he had the chance. Releasing from his lips was a low and almost guttural noise that seemed to start from deep within his lungs. It sounded like a mix between a growl and a seal bark. God you wished you had your journal to document this sight. His red eyes wandered to yours expectantly and he nodded.

“…leg?” You said slowly, raising an eyebrow.

He made the noise again and this time it was much deeper and closely similar to the word you just said.

“Well I’ll be damned.” You muttered. This creature was trying to mock you. And if that isn’t a sign of intelligence, you didn’t know what was. His webbed fingers ventured higher and when they touched your thigh, you yelped and curled your knees to your chest. His head cocked and his arm was outstretched as if reaching for you. You shook your head.

“Will you let me go?” He paused and dropped his arm. Turning his body, he then dove back into the water with a splash. Breaking the surface was his head and he smiled a toothy grin before releasing the noise similar to the one that led you to the cove.

As he disappeared beneath, your face flushed in anger at how utterly stupid you were.

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i’m getting ready to update my wardrobe! i just need a

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So,

Rose with her love and hope was reduced to a minute of screen time.

Finn with his Stormtrooper rebellion was reduced to “rEY!”

Poe with his Resistance legacy was reduced to a spice runner.

Hux with his cruelty and callousness was reduced to a one shot spy.

Rey was given nothing but a name she does not care about and another sand planet.

And Ben got his redemption....

but the writers just confirmed that everything that made the Ben parts so good in the movie were Adam Driver’s choices and didn’t come from the writing or directing at all.

JJ Abrams really said fuck every single character.

You should’ve given Rey her family you coward.

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I honestly never realized how much positive feedback matters until I posted my first fanfic on AO3. I felt super dejected because I had over 100 hits but no likes or comments and then ONE person left me a Kudos and a nice comment and y'all it Made. My. Fucking. Day.

I cannot count the number of times I've read a fic and loved it, but never left a comment. I tell you what, those days are OVER. I am commenting on EVERYTHING I like from here on because it made me feel so damn good to have feedback I want everyone to have that feeling!

*deep inhale*

In summary, if you like a person's work, make sure to drop a like or a comment. You have no idea how much it means to them.

Positive rant, over. :)

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Added Chapter ten and eleven. Check it out!

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Dabi/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako Characters: Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Dabi (My Hero Academia), Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Todoroki Family (My Hero Academia), League of Villains (My Hero Academia), Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Rei, Todoroki Natsuo, Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Shouto’s Siblings, Amajiki Tamaki Additional Tags: Psychological Trauma, Psychological Torture, Gaslighting, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Sexual Content, Sexual Violence, Enemies to Lovers, Voyeurism, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Blood, Blood Kink, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Drug Use, Alcohol, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Domestic Violence, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage Summary:

Original Character insert– The League of Villains are in need of a Healer, and they find just what they need in young Juni Kyoto, a woman whose healing Quirk stems from her bodily fluids (blood, saliva, sweat, etc). What starts as a hostage situation wherein she is forced to heal the grotesque burns on Dabi’s face in order to disguise him, slowly devolves into a twisted love story borne of mutual torment and torture. Shigaraki has plans for the girl, as well as Dabi’s newly healed face, but neither knows what their twisted captor has in store for them.

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Oh god my heart!

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (2019)

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Well, this is fricking amazing.

Cremari 2

A/N I did something...

Minutes meld into hours that meld into days that meld into weeks.

Months.

Years.

And still blazing blue eyes are all you can see.

You've hardened much more so than you once were. No longer soft or worrisome over patients that did this to themselves. Choosing to mutilate their bodies or put themselves in harm's way.

And for what?

A quick buck?

A larger than life ideal?

It was redundant, futile.

Useless

A patient is rolled into your permanent office.

Something you had long since earned in this God forsaken hospital. You were in your late twenties.

It was about god damn time you got some privacy.

You put out your cigarette in the deep glittering blue ash tray.

Ironic one could say, to stub out bright embers into something that reminds you too much of him

You turn your attention to your victim's chart, who is walking that fine line of life or death.

You roll your eyes as you look over the hastily written scrip by the nurse at the front desk, a large envelop of money sits under the clamp of the clipboard.

An indication that this must be rushed and sent to the best.

Currently you held that title.

He groans out in the dark, hands shaking from shock as the smell of burnt skin and hair cling to your clothes.

Great, it was going to take hours to fumigate the room.

"Its a good thing burn victims are my specialty." You say to the unconscious man, hands glowing to warm them up, "Other wise you might've been fucked."

You chuckle to yourself before switching on the overhead light.

The blood rushes from your face and suddenly you do not find delight in this matter.

Purplish burns scream agaisnt paled flesh, reaching out for your touch.

As if these too know your healing kiss that you bestowed upon another.

You bite your lip, working hard over the regconized burns.

He had done this to patient X.

You grind your teeth as you heal and thankfully this burns are not as stubborn as that damned blue eyes dog.

"Fitz!" You call for the nurse in the hall. She rushes in, noting your look before taking the patient from your room.

You pick up your cigarettes with shaking hands, the flame of the lighter mesmerizing you long after you lit your cancer stick.

Mesmerizing you long enough for the whole cigarette to burn to ash on your lap.

×××××××××××

Weeks pass with no further hint that he was indeed in the area.

The normal cases of stabbings, gunshot wounds and quirk overuse from borderline overdoses.

Boring, pathetic cases.

But not as pathetic as the people with them.

Today is espeically slow, you had only seen one patient who was long dead before he arrived in your office.

A large stack of money was promised to you if you could bring him back.

But alas you were no necromancer, 100k down the toilet all because you weren't blessed enough.

You fill your boredom as you do on any other slow day with cigarettes and vodka.

You're heading into your last hour of work and your sixth nursed drink of the night. Fighting back a yawn as you stare at the clock.

Heaven forbid that old asshole permitted a TV in the "doctors" rooms.

An obnoxious amount of bleach comes wafting in from the office next door indicating their boredom as well.

Another yawn before a sigh as you stare into your drink. The two ice cubes knock against one another winking in the light, hinting at hues of blue.

"Fuck off..." You whisper before downing your drink whole.

"Y/N. You have a patient." Fitz stands at the door, her tone and body language meek. She's new, just been bought by your horrid director and "Father."

"What the fuck I've only got five minutes left! Can't Amelia take it?" You jab your finger at the wall to the right of you. Fitz shakes her head with even more worry.

"He says he will only come to you..." She gulps and you're starting to see that whoever it is, is about to be a pain in your ass. You waive your hand with seeded agitation.

"Send the asshole in then." You slam your glass onto the table before picking up your smokes. Flicking at the flint in your lighter only for no flame to be produced.

"You piece of shit..." You grumble, trying uselessly to repeat your actions in hope of a different result.

One would believe a famous scientist said that was the definition of insanity.

But where else could your sodden with desperation and despair of a life had taken you?

Here, to insanity, to you flicking a fucking lighter that wont light before attending to a last minute patient in the last five fucking minutes in your twenty four hour shift.

One last time you flick the lighter, the flint catching just right for a spark but no gas to ignite.

"Need a light?" A voice calls from behind you.

No HIS voice calls from behind you. You look over your shoulder to hear a snap of fingers, a thumb lit with burning bright blue flame.

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I have exactly one fic and the AO3 link is on my page if thats okay? I dont know why I'm reblogging this I'm deeply insecure...

FOR 2020 MHA/BNHA LIST

Please REBLOG and COMMENT down if you are BNHA X READER/OC ! I will be reaching out later on if you wish to be promoted and be added or removed from the list! 

Please follow the direction above especially if you are a new writer for the fandom!

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“I have a mental illness”= generic, vulnerable, people judge you for it

“My bloodline is cursed to fight unseen demons”= heroic, fairy tale-esque, too weird to be open for further questioning

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Aren't we all?

i’m just tryna get my hair pulled and my neck sucked on