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SO!

This blog might be mostly reblogs at some point (like it is now, i know, shut up). I'm moving a few things over to another two blogs for writing and such. If any of my followers want the names, I might eventually post them. I'll still be here a lot, but anyone I'm following might see two new followers pop up possibly.

Looking at starting to do some SMAUs and blurbs on one, more actual fics on another. So if you guys see anything that looks vaguely like something I've written on here, no you don't.

The best part is finding some of the people I've blocked on this blog and blocking them on two other blogs. It's oddly satisfying

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Oh damn, I didn't know this got any votes at all lol. Suggestions for prompts open, I guess!

MHA and JJK only for now

So, I love SMAUs, fake texts, etc. Do I start making them? I have some interesting ideas. I'd probably start up a different account and have a masterlist and all that. I know the smau and fake text categories are kinda saturated though

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All the cameras went out at work, this is how we die, isn't it?

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"...alright. Just the usual ones? Night time too...and tampons. Don't ever apologise. Alright. We'll be home soon. I love you."

The mid-morning traffic, less frantic now than an hour before, shhhaaaahed around the car. From the passenger seat, Yuuji watched Kento with a fascination about to bubble over with suppressed laughter. Kento put the phone down. Yuuji, just a boy, grinned, almost teasingly at Kento.

"Tampons, huh, Nanamin?"

Kento looked to Yuuji, flicking the windscreen wipers on to rid the screen of drifting cherry blossom. His face remained neutral, sincerely questioning. Yuuji scoffed, bold as brass, before continuing.

"Jeez Nanamin...you're such a simp."

Kento's eyes narrowed, searching for meaning. He repeated, slowly, the word unfamiliar upon his tongue.

"...'simp'."

"You'd do anything for her, right?"

"Is that...a bad thing? You say the word, not that I know it, as if it's derogatory."

Kento tapped on his phone, and Yuuji backpedaled, his grin sliding away to a wide-mouthed grimace as he waved his hands in a fit of no, wait, I can explain. Kento appeared to be reading, his face growing dour. He huffed, one short puff of air from his nose. He tucked his phone away.

"Ah-- Nanamin-- I didn't mean--"

"A simp, hmm? Alright. Come along, Yuuji."

They drove. Yuuji bit his nails as he stared out into traffic. Kento was silent, calm.

And Kento took Yuuji on errands.

At the Conbini, Kento collected pads, tampons, snacks and pain relief.

"Do you have any of the night time ones?" Kento asked the assistant, holding up a pack of pads, unashamed, as Yuuji tried to sink into the floor, just a boy. As the assistant walked away, Kento asked Yuuji, calmly.

"Would a simp do this?"

"Ah...jeez, I...yeah, I guess so."

"Alright."

In the Florist's, Kento was meticulous with the sweating assistant, identifying only the finest blooms of your favourite wildflowers. He commandeered, insisting they were wrapped in brown paper, stamped with wax and tied with ribbons. Tapping his fingers on the counter, bored, Yuuji's reverie was once more broken by Kento's smooth timbre.

"Would a simp do this?"

Kento walked up beside Yuuji, with a spray of sweet botanicals in his arms. Yuuji squirmed beneath the schooling.

"Yeah, I...I reckon so. Probably."

"Splendid. Come along."

At the launderette, collecting your repaired jacket; "Would a simp do this?"

At your parents' house, dropping off a birthday card; "Would a simp do this?"

At Jujutsu High, filing some late paperwork for you; "Would a simp do this?"

In the car, calling Ijichi to cancel drinks the following night; "Would a simp do this?"

By the time Kento had completed his errands, Yuuji sulked, just a boy, begrudging how overboard Kento had gone, all because Yuuji had used slang that meant nothing apart from something Kento couldn't understand.

Yuuji stood back in the hallway, shucking his shoes off, as Kento walked ahead.

Yuuji's eyes darted up, to you, shocked to see that you were...a mess. You could hide the tears all you liked, but your puffy lips and salt-sore cheeks told of a whole day of crying. The dinner Yuuji usually enjoyed wasn't made. The fragrant candles that Yuuji usually enjoyed weren't lit. The curtains were closed.

Yuuji felt vicariously guilty for something he had not done, but he listened to yours and Kento's mumbled conversation.

"...sorry...so shit...haven't done anything...needed you...Yuuji must be hungry, I..."

"...shhh...done nothing wrong...Ijichi cancelled tomorrow anyway...order take-out...come here..."

Kento held you in a rustle of bags and brown-papered flowers. He did not begrudge the tear stains on his lapels. He looked at you as though your very blood ran divine, when you gave the flowers and bag of snacks a watery smile, pressing a salty kiss to Kento's cheeks before walking to the kitchen.

As Kento and Yuuji stood back, watching you swipe your tears away before beginning to fill a vase with Kento's wildflowers, Yuuji dawned upon the cusp of a bold new understanding. Kento felt it, this gentle yearning, and took Yuuji by the hand over the horizon.

Kento's voice was, slow, considered, and gut-wrenchingly sincere.

"Never deny yourself the beauty of loving someone without restraint, for the fear of vulnerability, Yuuji. Never let anyone taint the way love should guide and consume you. Because if loving wholeheartedly is weakness...you shouldn't want to be strong."

Yuuji watched the gentle golden thread of joy that Kento had woven through your sadness. He shuffled, his hands in his pockets, his peachy head tilted down as he kicked at his shoes.

"...yeah, I get you. I'll... I'll be a simp too, then. When I find the one. And...and I'll be proud of it."

Kento smiled, pressing a bag of snacks to Yuuji's chest.

"And I'll be proud of you."

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todo fam gc but theyre all trying to stay sane for a 10+ hour roadtrip and rei's at her wits end and threatens everyone to play the "who can be quiet for the longest" or else she's leaving them at a gas station in the middle of nowhere and everyone is teeheeing abt it in the kids groupchat

rue this made me cackle (touya and natsuo are the WORST on roadtrips)

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Live-in Boyfriend! Dabi/Touya who is highly curious about your self-care routine. The creams, the scrubs, the tools, the processes, and all the smells that permeate the house when you’re having yourself a spa day in your shared space. He watches as you scrub your body in the shower with this paste. What did you call it? “Unicorn dreams”? It was rainbow colored and smelled like mangos and guava. He liked it. He liked when you used it and he cuddled up to you in bed that night he could smell it on your skin and it made him feel like he was in paradise. He’d pull you closer and bury his face in your neck and inhale deeply, it always made him feel good. He would watch when you brought out that awful looking metal thing you used to get rid of any zits you’d have and look on in awe/disgust of the stuff that came out of your face. He watched as you washed your face with this herby smelling green goo and then roll this pink stone (he thinks it might be rose quartz? He remembers you saying it was rose quartz) thing over your face and how it seemed to soothe your previously swollen skin. He would join you in your “bath nights” You and him would shower, clean the tub, and fill it up with hot ass water, sprinkle some stuff in it that makes it smell like lavender and lemon, and he’d sit with you in the tub and was fascinated by the fizzy thing moving on top of the water leaving rainbows and glitter in its wake. He’d watch you do all this, interested by all of it but unless it was the bath, never participated in it. Why should he? His skin was, uh less than perfect he would say. He wasn’t worried about a zit when his face was 70% burned. He liked the shampoo you used but didn’t think it mattered about what he used, as long as it washed out some of the ash in his hair, he wasn’t worried about it. He didn’t think self-care was for someone like him, someone who didn’t care about themselves. But you noticed every time he watched you exfoliate, lotion, cleanse, shampoo, and wash yourself with all your products. He looked like he wanted to join. You knew he didn’t know who to ask for the things he wanted. So, you have him join you. On one of your spa nights you call for him from you guys bathroom. He walks in the bathroom to see two fluffy head bands with a huge bow on them. “This one’s for you, and this is mine!” He looks confused but lets you put on the Hello Kitty head band anyway. You wash his face, teach him how to apply a mask, watch and advise him as he exfoliates his face and you give him his own rose quartz face roller that he’s definitely obsessed with once he uses it. After a long and relaxing shower, you and him put on some eye masks while you drink some fruity water and watch some Twitch streams. Dabi feels, good. He feels clean, he feels taken care of. He’s happy, he smells like mangos and guavas, his skin feels soft and jiggly like a pudding. He likes self-care and he’s happy that you’re the only who showed him that he’s worth it.

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So, I love SMAUs, fake texts, etc. Do I start making them? I have some interesting ideas. I'd probably start up a different account and have a masterlist and all that. I know the smau and fake text categories are kinda saturated though

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Gojo, texting the groupchat: The only acceptable icing is buttercream. Whipped icing is a coward's choice, and fondant people are demons and have to meet me in the street for their poor life choices that led them to accept Play-Doh as acceptable cake decoration. Geto: Turn on your location and we can talk. Gojo: Hope you understand sign language cus all you're gonna be seeing is hands. Shoko: Damn, shit's getting real in the cake-decorating fandom.

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Yuuji: What do you think Gojo will do for a distraction? Megumi: He’ll probably make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. *building explodes and several car alarms go off* Megumi: ...Or he could do that.

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I got so scared thinking I finally had my first hangover like "holy crap my tolerance is lowering hoowwwww" but it was just medication withdrawals. Yayyyyy

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Idk why you love so much blobsukuna with bow but ok

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Graphic design is my passion

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could you do a gc of the leagues where they're all alive and going through reformation program, but still talk shit about heroes together 👉🏻👈🏻

even better. just straight up league gc texts

i may have flirted too much w dabi 😔

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HAAAAAAHA and megumi never found her, so she’s just chillin with an annoying demon in her body tryna figure out wtf is going on

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It takes you two weeks to find out that someone else is feeding Mr. Chonkers, the stray cat you pass by every day on your way home from work. It's the silly name you gave him, ironic because of how skinny he was when you first laid eyes on him. Now, he lives up to his name, gaining more weight than you expect, especially considering that you made sure not to overfeed him.

The mystery is solved when you spot Mr. Chonkers sitting on the lap of a brunette man in a beanie, petting him softly with a cheerful smile on his face. There's two opened and emptied cans of tuna fish next to them on the park bench. You march up to them, calling out, "Mr. Chonkers!"

"Chonkers? You mean Mr. Whiskers!" the man corrects, matter-of-fact.

"Is this your cat?"

"Well, not really. I've just been feeding him and playing with him." He grins, patting the cat's head.

"I've been feeding him too. That explains why he's actually chonky now," you muse, crossing your arms over your chest.

He covers Mr. Chonker's ears, ruffling the fur behind them. "Don't listen to her, Mr. Whiskers. You're beautiful just the way you are!"

You giggle. "I didn't say it was a bad thing. I'm glad he's being fed. But maybe we shouldn't feed him so much anymore." You point at the tuna cans, raising a brow at him. "Maybe one can instead of two next time?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he agrees, nodding. "I'm Takuma Ino, by the way." He holds his hand out.

You shake it, introducing yourself. "Thanks for looking out for Mr. Chonkers."

"You mean Mr. Whiskers," he corrects again, smirking.

"We should leave it up to him to decide." You kneel in front of them, holding your palms out to his snout. He purrs, his whiskers tickling you. "What do you say? Lick my right hand for Mr. Whiskers, lick my left for Mr. Chonkers."

Ino laughs, watching you fondly. When your right hand is licked first, he cheers while you sigh, pouting playfully. "I guess Mr. Whiskers it is."

"Sorry, the cat has spoken," Ino smiles, eyes twinkling. "If it's any consolation, I think Mr. Chonkers is a great name."

You peer up at him, grinning. "You're only saying that because you won."

He bites his lip. "Then let me take you out to make it up to you."

Two nights later, at the same park, Mr. Whiskers purrs happily on the bench with an empty tuna can beside him while Ino gives you the sweetest kiss on the lips.

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I'm not ready to say goodbye to him, so I put him in a jar 🥹🥹