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starting over ᖴOᖇ ᗪᑌᗰᗰIEᔕ

✎ᝰ a scrapbook of memories from yours and tomura’s new life, from ex-villains to totally normal citizens

“i don’t think i’ve ever had this much stuff in my life,” tomura remarks, staring at the pile of boxes sitting in the living room. a living room. the last time he had a proper living room was probably in his childhood home.

you huff, blowing a strand of hair out of your face as you drop a box onto the couch. joints pop in your back when you straighten, stretching your arms above your head with a wince.

“your gaming crap probably takes up half of it,” you reply, cracking a grin when he fixes you with a glare.

“it’s not crap.”

“whatever,” you snicker.

you think the league has stayed in hideouts nicer than this apartment. the roof leaks, the back door doesn’t lock, and your neighbors are a nightmare. the wallpaper is stained and peeling in places, you constantly have to guess whether you’ll have water or not, and when you had gone to unlock the front door, you nearly dislocated your shoulder trying to dislodge the key.

still, it’s yours. a place just for you and tomura, where you don’t have to be constantly looking over your shoulders wracked with paranoia. you were lucky to get a place at all, given your hasty departure from japan after the war. giran's american contacts had been rather useful there. it may not be a big city penthouse, but it’s yours.

and besides, just the view of the waterfront just a little ways outside makes it all seem worth it. you lean against the spindly balcony railing, pressed up against tomura in the cramped space as the two of you gaze out at the ocean. the world seems so much bigger like this, the waves stretching out endlessly into the horizon. so much room for possibility…

“say cheese!”

tomura gets no warning other than your evil giggle before he’s awoken by the bright flash of the camera you’d shoved in his face first thing in the morning.

he yells out, burying his face back in the covers to hide from the excessive light. you hear his grouchy whine, muffled beneath the fabric. “fuck was that for?”

“first morning in the house,” you reply, climbing back atop the bed to sit beside the tomura-shaped lump of blankets. you prod his shoulder, shaking out the polaroid while you hand him the camera with a smile. “now take mine.”

his face appears from the blanket, scowling in disbelief at you. he takes the camera, though, and snaps a quick picture of you before tossing it back and flopping back over to sleep some more.

those two matching polaroids are the first decorations you put up on your dingy little fridge.

“bill, mortgage, ‘nother bill…jury duty? what the fuck?”

tomura stares in bewilderment at the various papers strewn about the chipped kitchen table. “how did we get jury duty? we haven’t been here even a month!”

“are we even legal citizens…?” you wonder, taking a seat beside him. the chair creaks the second you put any weight on it. 

“i think villainy was easier than this. sure as hell was less expensive too,” he grumbles. 

“yeah,” you agree, with a nervous laugh. “uh, tomu?”

“yeah?”

“would now be a bad time to mention the puppy i brought home?”

“the WHAT?!”

“all normal people have dogs! i was trying to help our cover!!”

the puppy wanders out of you room as if on cue, trotting on chubby legs all the way up to tomura. it nudges his leg with its big head and whining. 

“i passed the shelter on my way home from work and i just wanted to see but then she was looking at me with those giant eyes and i couldn’t just leave her and the lady at the counter said she was abandoned in a park and how sad is that! so i brought her home. please please please can we keep her?”

you wait breathlessly for his answer, leg jittering, and watch the way his eyes go big and then soften when he leans down to scratch the puppy behind the ears. 

“yeah,” he whispers, more to the dog than to you. “we can keep her.”

you know something is wrong when you enter the apartment and hachi is barking. she’s normally rather quiet, aside from the goofy yips she makes when you play with her or the occasional woof during a seagull chase. 

she comes running out of the kitchen when you dislodge the key from the lock, and that’s when you see the smoke. 

“what the hell—”

you’re about to dash in when tomura comes bustling out, looking like a mess. strands of wispy white hair that managed to escape his ponytail hang in his flushed face, his hoodie is rolled up to his forearms (which are both covered in various sauce stains), and there’s a soot smudge on his cheek. 

“don’t go in there!” he instructs, breathless and blocking the doorway with his body. 

you stare at him, dumbstruck. “tomura, is something on fire?!”

“not anymore,” he replies. you both jump when a loud metal clanging echoes, what sounds like a bunch of pots and pans toppling over. 

there’s banging on the far side of the wall (probably your godawful neighbors) and you and tomura both yell “fuck off!” in unison. 

when your gazes meet again you both burst out laughing (well, you’re laughing. tomura snorts and then watches you giggle with a fond little smile). 

“i know i said i’d make dinner tonight, but i fucked up your favorite,” tomura admits, scowling at the nightmare you see peeking out of the kitchen. “sorry for the mess.”

you hum, coming forward to brush the soot smudge off his cheek. “that’s okay. i was gonna say i was craving pizza anyway.”

“god, i love you,” he whispers, trailing after you as you roll up your sleeves and head into the kitchen to face the unholy mess. 

it’s some time in the middle of the night when tomura shakes you awake. you squint into the dark, feeling around until you find his hand. 

“tomu…?”

“wake up,” he whispers softly, giving your hand a gentle tap. “c’mon, let’s go.”

your heart sinks for a brief second, memories of fleeing with the league rising to your muddled mind. “what happened? are we in trouble?”

his soft chuckle eases the fit of panic that had been rising in your chest. “no, not in trouble. just wanna get out of here for a little while. let’s go somewhere, yeah?”

you yawn, sitting up to lean against him. “mm, m’kay. where to?”

he leaves his hoodie in your lap, nudging his head against yours affectionately. “no idea. c’mon, get dressed. i’ll grab our stuff and meet you out front.”

tomura lets you sleep in the car, the hum of the engine and the quiet, staticky radio lulling you to sleep until the sun is rising in the sky. when you wake, the ocean is no longer is sight. you’re surrounded instead by miles of empty desert, the occasional cactus and — is that a tumbleweed?

“where are we?” you ask, sitting up in the passenger seat. you’ve never seen the sky in such vibrant reds and oranges, lit up by the rising sun.

“the middle of butt-fucking-nowhere,” he replies, squinting from the brightness of the sun. “we can pick up a map once we come across civilization again. figure out where we’re going before this car gives out.”

“good idea.” 

‘civilization’ ends up being a tiny gas station where you pick up snacks, breakfast burritos the size of your heads, an unholy amount of energy drinks (mostly for tomura), and of course, the map. 

you sit on the hood of the car while tomura leans against it, shading his face and grumbling about the sun. 

“you were the one who drove us all the way out here,” you tell him, snorting to yourself as you study the map. you’re somewhere near nevada, apparently. your eyes find the little star at the bottom and your grin widens. 

“oh, i know where we’re going.”

of all the things tomura thought he’d do in his life, getting married to you in vegas and having elvis officiate was not one of them. but here he is, at two in the morning in the city of lights downing a shot with you in the parking lot of a drive-thru chapel, officially a married man.

and he’s looking at you, laughing, with your hair half in your face and bright eyes and cheeks flushed just a little from the alcohol. there’s a lot tomura might have changed in his life if he had the chance. but not this. not you. and if he had the chance to do it all again? for you, he’d do anything. 

★ -> smau + bonus lore !

you and tomura send the league a postcard from vegas that says “just married!” and receive a variety of bizarre “wedding gifts” back

your puppy’s name is a NANA reference and you end up naming the cat “nana” to match

tomura works from home (bc he’s antisocial and also more recognizable than you in the event anyone were to find out your identities) so he makes you lunch frequently

^ generally househusband material

having free time is weird for you guys now so you decide to take up a bunch of new hobbies together including but not limited to:

jigsaw puzzling, birdwatching, assembling lego sets, crochet, baking, and the list goes on

your mention this to your coworkers and they call you an old married couple….

you’re not technically allowed to have pets in the apartment so you’ve had to come up with some insanely elaborate shenanigans to hide hachi and nana around your landlord

dividers by @/aquazero and @/strangergraphics — this got away from me :) i hope this isn’t like,,,, ooc but wtvvv let me liveee 🫶🫶i really like the patchwork layout of it, tho i hope its not likeee off-putting or choppy </3 i missed writing for him. anyways much love from kitty !

[uracutieraka]

My dear Rex,

You never showed up, and now, after looking at the newspapers I understand why.

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Angst no comfort. implied situationship. spoilers for S3.

Rex Sloan x F!reader

You and Rex had a falling out months ago, over something so severely stupid. In the moment it wasn't. But now that you're standing here looking down at the hole six feet deep into the ground? It was so stupid.

I don't imagine you will receive this letter but I nonetheless must send it.

Text after text, and still no response from him. It had been hours since he promised to be here.

'You only turn 20 once!' he had said before shutting your apartment door, heading off to fight some villain.

You had been sat on the curb of this super fancy restaurant that he swore by for at least two hours, in hopes that maybe, just maybe, he'd show.

Eventually the staff had to shoo you away like a dog. You cried the entire taxi ride back to your small studio.

Finally after hours of crying and drinking whatever leftover alcohol you had in your freezer you had knocked out on your bed.

You woke up to the feeling of your mattress sinking in, turning around, still drunk, you see Rex.

"What the fuck Rex?"

He winces and slowly opens one eye, looking over at you with a guilty smile.

"I know, I know..." He starts but you quickly throw the covers off of you and stand up, crossing your arms and glaring at him.

"You stood me up!"

He pouts and tries to reach out for you but you snatch your arm out of grip.

"No! Don't touch me!" Your words are slightly slurred and your vision begins to blur. How could he do this? On your birthday of all days?

"Hey, hey, I got caught up with Kate after work s'all..."

You now feel the tears spill down your face, Kate? The girl he used to have sex with?

"Kate?" Your voice is quiet when you ask, even though you only said one word he knows what the call of her name means.

"We just went out for a few drinks to catch up! She had a rough day and need a familiar shoulder to cry on."

He says it like it's just that simple! Like abandoning you on your special day was okay because his old fuck-buddy had a rough day.

"More like a familiar dick to hop on..."

Rex now quirks his brow up at you.

"Fuck did you just say?"

You look up from the floor and back at the man in front of you.

"I said," You make a point to sniffle and wipe your tears away before finishing. "More. Like. A. Fa-mil-iar dick. To. Hop. On."

Rex now scoffs and stands up, facing you from the other side of your bed.

"Are you serious right now Y/n?"

"Are you? You ghosted my on my birthday to get drinks with your old hookup!"

It's like realization sets in on his face when you say those words, and you feel your anger grow.

"You forgot it was my fucking birthday, didn't you?"

"Y/n I am so fucking so-"

"Forget it Rex. Forget all of it. Just get the fuck out."

You turn and sit on the edge of your mattress, facing away from him.

"You're kicking me out?" His voice is quiet, obviously hurt.

"I guess I am, yeah."

You don't look at him but you could practically see his face in your mind. The disappointed look he would have on it if you had turned around.

You just listen as he gathers his stuff and walks out your front door.

Rex, oh, Rex. I was just starting to dream the silliest and softest of dreams.

"Put me down!" Your laughter and shrieks fill the air of the quiet, secluded beach.

"Not happening sweetheart!" Rex lightly smacks the back of your thigh as he runs towards the ocean with you thrown over his shoulder, struggling to escape his strong grip.

Once his feet break through the surface of the salty water you know it's game over.

"Rex, don't!" You squeal as you're suddenly launched off his sturdy shoulder and flying down towards the coldness below you.

You pop back up a moment later, gasping and wiping water off your face. A laugh escapes your lips as you look over to Rex, who's clutching his sides in an attempt to calm down his own laughter.

"No, Rex, Don't throw me!" He mocks you.

"You're so annoying!" You say, though your words have no real malice behind them.

"Mmm, not too annoying if you kept me around this long though." He says, slowly making his way closer to you, wading through the water like a shark.

"Pretty annoying though..." Your voice is softer now as he closes the distance between you two, his large hands gripping your hips under the water and pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he does this.

"Eh, debatable." He shrugs and gives you a dopey grin.

"Whatever..." You whisper before closing the distance, kissing him softly.

I miss you, and I will always miss you but I cannot live like that, and it seems you cannot live any other way.

"I can't just give this up Y/n!" Rex's voice booms through the small apartment.

"I did!" You look up at him from your spot on the couch. He's pacing around in front of you, running his hands through his hair, obviously frustrated.

"I'm not you! This is all I have!"

Silence fills the room and he stops pacing, looking back over to you.

"You have me..." Your voice is quiet and he quickly notices the way your voice cracks and falters.

"I know, I didn't mean it like that...," He now sits next to you, pulling you towards him. He kisses the top of your head before continuing. "This is just all I've ever known. I can't just quit."

"I know." You respond, because you did know. It was stupid to try and ask him to give up being a hero.

When I am with you, the world makes sense

Rex is sprawled out across your couch, lazily flipping through the channels on your television.

You're sat across from him, glasses low on your nose as you grumble to yourself about this pointless project you have due soon.

"You okay?"

You now look up and over to the sound of the voice. Rex is sitting up looking at you, eyes squinted to study your face.

"M'fine." You grumble and go back to stressing out over the assignment.

Rex sighs as he stands up and walks over to you. He stands behind you, one hand grabbing the back of your chair as the other lies flat against the cool surface of your table.

You lazily let your head lull back to look up at him.

"You gonna help me or something?" Your eyebrow pops up.

"Mmmm, maybe, or I'll just kiss you until you get annoyed and forget that I came over here to help you, because this shit looks complicated as fuck."

You just roll your eyes and pucker your lips expectantly.

He leans down and connects his with yours quickly. He repeats this action at least 15 more times before you shoo him back to the couch with a giggle and one more kiss 'for luck' you say.

but when we are apart, I see clearly that your world is not a world from which one can escape.

"Rex?" You call, your voice echoing off the barren walls of the hospital as you run, frantically looking around.

You run to the front desk, slamming your hands down against the linoleum.

"Rex? Where is Rex Splode- Sloan- fuck! What room is he in?" Your eyes are wide and your obviously frazzled. The lady behind the desk is quickly trying to figure out what room the man was in when a voice stops the both of you in your tracks.

"Y/n."

You turn around slowly, anger seeping off you.

"Cecil..." You begin stepping towards the old man.

"Y/n." Another hand grabs your shoulder and when you turn to smack whoever thought it was okay to touch you, you don't.

"Rex! Oh my god! You're okay!" You throw yourself into his arms.

"I'm okay. I'm okay..." He strokes the back of your head as you sob into his shirt. He shares a knowing look with Cecil before pulling you off of him.

"Let's go somewhere private to talk, yeah?"

You nod and follow him as he leads you through the sterile halls.

That's how you two ended up here.

"You're really giving us," you point between you and him a few times "up because Cecil told you to?"

He groans and grabs his face with his hands.

"No! I'm going away for a while because I need to focus on my work..."

You just grab your purse and shove past him. He calls after you but you turn around quickly.

"Just, call me whenever you're done 'working on yourself' or whatever it was you called it." With a flick of your hand to dismiss him, you walk off and he just watches as your figure disappears.

I am so sorry, for everything long ago and for starting up that business again. 

Rex's phone has been ringing for the past ten minutes. He groans when he realizes it probably wasn't going to stop until he answers it.

His heart drops when he sees your contact on the screen. He hadn't seen it in months.

"Hello?" He says quizzically into the speaker.

Music thumps in his ears loudly and suddenly your voice breaks through.

"Rex? Hello?"

His breath hitches, he hadn't heard your voice since the day in the hospital.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Oh, thank god!," You let out what he assumes is a choked sob. "Can you come get me? I-I'm at some club and I'm drunk and this guy I came with just left me here because I told him I didn't want anything serious!"

That's all Rex needed to hear. He was there in 20 minutes.

He finds you sitting on the sidewalk next to the bouncer.

You look up at him as he approaches and his heart breaks at the sight.

Your hair is shorter than when he last saw you, and your makeup is smeared all over your face.

Your eyes light up as you see him and you struggle to get up.

"Rex!" You say as you throw yourself into his arms. He stumbles back a bit before grabbing your waist and pulling you off him.

"How much have you had to drink?"

You just frown at him and instead of answering his question your hands find their way to his hair, pushing it behind his ear and out of his face.

"Missed you." You say and he sighs, moving to wrap his arm around your waist. He leads you back to his car and helps you in.

On the drive he sneaks small glances at you. Your head is leaned against his window as you have your eyes closed, humming to the sound of music that's softly playing on the radio.

You were so beautiful, how could he ever give you up for work?

He's going to make it up to you and prove himself this time.

There's a good man within you Rex, but he is wrestling with a giant, and the giant wins. Time and again.

"Are you serious?" Your words slice through the air like knives and Rex jumps at the sudden noise.

"Y/n! It's not what you think!" Kate says.

Rex slides off her and rushes over to you.

"Not what I think? I think you and Rex were just fucking on my couch while I was at work!"

Kate looks down at her lap in shame as you scoff and push Rex away from you.

"You're both whores." You say, pushing your way towards your bedroom.

"Get the hell out of my apartment." You say before your bedroom door slams shut.

You've broken my heart, again and I fear I have broken yours.

"Rex, you should just leave..." Your voice is hoarse and raw, eyes swollen and face red from crying.

"Please, fuck- please don't make me." Rex sobs out, obviously drunk.

"You're drunk a-and I just can't deal with this right now."

"I'm sorry I forgot your birthday! And for the Kate shit! And all of it! Please, please, please."

You sigh at the desperate man at your door step.

"Rex, I don't even know what you're begging for."

"You." His answer is quick, and his eyes are bloodshot and wide.

"Go home Rex." You shut the door in his face, ignoring the way he keeps knocking and begging for you to open it.

Rex never came by again after that.

For that, I will never forgive myself but you must let me go now.

"Rex has been seeing Rae for a bit now, but I'm pretty sure they're trying to keep it a secret."

Your friend Rudy's voice seems to trail off as he continues talking about the rest of his team, filling you in on updates of their lives since you had been too busy between work and school to stop by yourself.

"Wait- Rex is with Rae?" You shake your head and put your hand out as a bewildered look is on your face.

"Y-yes...Y/n? Are you okay?" Rudy asks, looking at you closely.

"Yeah, I'm fine.," You say taking a sip of your coffee. "Good for them."

I enclose a ring you gave me many years ago, when we were both young, not because I don't like it, but because I care for it far too much and it reminds me too much of you. 

You look down at the giant hole in the ground where the coffin is now lowered in.

You run your fingers over the smooth material of the envelope in your hand.

With one last look you toss it in, it clinks against the hard wood and you watch as it slides off, wedging itself in the crack between the wood and dirt.

"What was that?" Rudy whispers to you once you finally look away from the coffin and make your way over to the group.

You softly smile at the memory that play though your mind.

"The mood ring's Rex had gotten for us during some mission, I thought they were dumb but he, uhm...," Your voice cracks as tears well up. "He said that it was only dumb if we thought about it too hard." You dryly chuckle, barely being able to get the words out.

Rudy just nods in understanding.

You look back one more time before making your way out of the cemetery.

I hope, one day you will find some people in love who can use this, for it kept me thinking of you all these years, and I hope by returning it to you I can finally be free.

goodbye,

Y/n

[uracutieraka]

'Need me a big boy'

all might x F!reader

Tw; slight smut, drinking, mentions of age gap

"So, Toshinori, I'm curious," Your words are slightly slurred from the sake you had been chugging down.

You were a new teacher at UA. A long time close friend of Aizawa.

"Y/n, don't ask him one of your crazy, and inappropriate questions." The long haired man warned.

He knew you too well.

"No, no it's fine, I'm curious what she wants to ask."

Aizawa looked down at his glass. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He threw his shot back quickly.

The Blond man turned back to look at you.

"Continue." He said.

A smirk tugged it's way at your face.

"When you go into your," you lazily circle your wrist, pointing at him. "Buff, all might form, does everything get bigger?" an eyebrow has now shot up quizzically at him, expectant of his answer.

"I- Everything? What do you mean 'everything'?" his face is flushed at the awkwardness of the question.

He looks around the table at his other coworkers for help.

Midnight shakes her head at him scoffing. "Don't look at us for help, plus I'm curious now too." she grins at him.

"Well, ya' gonna answer me or what?" you're so blunt it scares him.

"Well, uhm, I guess. I've never really checked, hah.." he sputters out.

"Hmm.." you swirl the liquid in your cup around and throw it back quickly.

The rest of the night passes quickly. Alcohol pumping through your veins.

It's no secret you'd been an all might fangirl since you were just a little girl.

His debut changed you.

You even had posters of him in your room until you moved out of your parents home.

Being able to be so close to him was making you go internally crazy.

You also didn't mind the way he looked in his relaxed state.

But something was gnawing at you all night, this teenage fantasy was waving around in your face.

Like a carrot taunting the horse.

As everyone was saying their goodbyes outside you turned to study the older man.

Once everyone begun dispersing, you turned to rush after him.

"Hey!" you gently grip his wrist, causing him to turn around.

"Oh! Y/n! Hi." he breathes out, obviously glad it was just you and not a criminal trying to start something.

"So..,' you look around, bouncing up to the balls of your feet and back down. "About what I asked you earlier,"

He is quick to cut you off.

"Oh! That! Yeah... sorry I couldn't give you a better answer."

He's so, shy? You're beginning to wonder if he wasn't used to having female attention. Even though he was the number one hero for so many years.

You look up at him through your eyelashes.

He can feel the breath get caught in his throat.

He's had his fair share of beautiful women in his life, but you? You're the most gorgeous woman he's ever laid eyes on.

He thanked who ever was above every morning he got to walk into work and hear your sweet voice ring into his ears.

"Morning Toshinori!'

'You look so handsome today!'

Now that he thinks back on it, your sudden advances shouldn't be catching him so off guard.

"Well, I know a way you could give me a real answer." Your statement is followed by a soft giggle. The alcohol providing you with a temporary ego boost.

He could die right now.

The way you're looking at him is driving him insane.

"Okay." is quick to leave his mouth. He's nearly breathless.

You chuckle and step closer towards him, wrapping your arms around one of his.

"Lead the way to your place?"

"Of course." He brings the other arm up to rest his hand on top of one of yours. He turns and leads the way to his apartment.

It's a surprisingly short walk from the bar.

You two made small talk the whole time.

Asking simple questions to get to know each other better.

"So," he begins as you approach his buildings entrance. "Why are you interested in me?" He sounds genuinely curious.

"Well, uhm, to be honest, this is like a teenage dream of mine." You smile up at him, now feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Really? I don't know if I should be hurt or appreciative."

"Definitely appreciative." You say flatly.

A small chuckle leaves his mouth as you approach the front door now.

He moves out of your grip, and opens the door for you.

"Thank you." you say quietly as you enter the building.

It's a lot more quaint than you expected from the number one hero.

A security guard sits at a small desk in the corner of the small lobby.

"Toshinori!," He says, surprised to see the man arrive. "Ah! Finally you've brought a lady friend!"

The man is old, and obviously foreign. His accent is thick.

You look up at him to see his reaction.

His face is a dark shade of red, his hand slowly pulling at his chin in disbelief.

"She's a pretty one too! Good job!"

You laugh at the absurdness of the whole situation.

"Can you just let us up please?" He asks the old man.

"yes, yes, ahhh, you know I'm just poking fun at you!"

"I know, I know."

He thanks the man as you guys walk past him, entering the elevator.

"Have a wonderful night!" he says with a wink, leaning over to scan the card and press the floor number.

He leans back out to the lobby, laughing at his own joke.

"We will!" You reply with a wink.

"Oh my god, you two..' Toshinori says sarcastically.

The elevator doors close and you turn towards him, leaning on the rail behind you.

He's tall, very skinny, which is surprising considering what he looks like in his hero form.

You don't care, he's attractive either way.

He's leaned on the other side. Staring at you with his brows furrowed.

"So, Have you ever been with a fangirl before?" You question him.

He looks at you, eyes wide.

"I mean, yeah I have but, none of them have ever been so," he breathes in sharply. readjusting his posture to stand up straight. "stunning, like you are."

You let out an airy chuckle. "Do you use that line on all the girls you get with?"

"No.'" His tone is strong and bold. "Just you."

You feel the heat rush into your face. You don't even care if he's lying, though something tells you he isn't.

You take a few quick steps forward and wrap your arms around his neck, you pull yourself in close to him, stopping only when youre chest to chest.

He's slightly bent over to get closer to you, his hands rest on your hips. You can feel his breath on your lips as you pull his face closer to yours.

"Promise?" You whisper, Looking into his face to study his reaction.

"Yes, I promise." He smiles slightly, eyes trained on your lips.

He wonders what your lip gloss would taste like.

You lean forward, closing the distance, quickly providing him with an answer to his question.

Cherry and cigarettes.

He didn't realize you smoked. He pushes harder into your mouth and you gasp at his sudden dominant move.

He uses this to slide his tongue into your mouth.

He hasn't done anything like this in so long he's afraid he might've forgotten how to.

You accept his advance, moaning a bit into him.

The elevator dings as the doors slowly open.

You both pull away, breathing heavy. A moment passes and you finally pull fully away, moving off the elevator.

He follows and then grabs your hand, leading you through the narrow hallway to his door.

"It's not much, but it's home." A dry chuckle leaves his mouth as he unlocks the door, pushing it open.

It was a decently sized apartment.

Very tidy and well kept.

You were surprised at how nice it was in all honesty.

He led you to his kitchen. A large island that doubles as a bar sat in the middle of it. He pulled a stool out and patted it, wanting you to sit down.

You did.

He walked around to a cabinet, pulling out two wine glasses.

He opened the cabinet door next to it and retrieved a bottle from the back of it.

He turned around setting everything down on the counter across from you.

"I've been saving this for a special occasion. I haven't needed it until now." He says with a small smile on his face.

"So I'm a "special occasion'?" you say, head resting in the palm of your hand, a sly smile on your face.

"Super special occasion." He corrects himself.

"Ah, I see." You say, voice slightly raspy from the alcohol and hours of talking you've done today.

He fishes a corkscrew out of a drawer in the island.

Opening the bottle he swiftly pours a hearty amount into each glass.

He hands you one and lifts his up towards you.

You take the hint and bring your glass to gently 'Clink' against his.

You both simultaneously lift the glasses to your lips and take a sip.

A shiver visibly runs down your spine. "Oou! that's a dry one!"

"Mhhm." he agrees, already taking another sip.

"Still nice though." You take a giant swig of your drink. Cringing slightly at the after taste.

"Woah! Calm down girl." He says.

"Sorry," a nervous chuckle follows the apology. "Im just really nervous. You're like, a lifelong dream come true."

He chokes a bit on his drink. Clearing his throat he speaks up.

"Don't feel pressured into any-"

You cut him off. "I want this."

He drops his head and a low chuckle escapes from him.

He looks back up at you, and you take a long slow sip from your glass, holding eye contact with him.

He looks away from you and takes in a deep breath to collect his composure.

He's definitely out of practice. That or you're just genuinely that pretty he can't help but feel like this is too good to be true.

"So where's your room at?" You quirk up a brow, scanning around his apartment.

"Here, I'll show you." He comes around the island, extending a hand out to you. You take it and slide off the stool.

Wobbling a bit you steady yourself on his arm.

"Oops!" you say.

He laughs, arm coming out to steady you.

You make it over to his room, and as he opens the door you immediately run over to his bed.

Jumping on it face first.

You huff in deeply.

"Smells just like you!" You flip over to look at him.

"Well I hope so. It is my bed after all."

He walks over clicking his bedside lamp on.

You had moved so you're sitting on your knees on the middle of his bed.

"So, about that question earlier.." you trail off, looking over his figure.

"What about it?" He responds, reaching up and slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. He knows what you want, he just wants to hear you say it.

"Can we compare the sizes?"

He would continue pressing you, making you get more in depth but when he looks up at you he can't help but give in.

You're sightly leaned forward, hands pressing into his bed, back slightly arched, as you're leaned forward excitedly awaiting his answer.

Your eyes are wide and he can see the glint of curiosity and mischief behind them.

He can already feel the strain in his pants get tighter.

"Okay, but im out of practice so don't expect too much from me." A dry, throaty chuckle leaves his throat as he begins to fumble with his belt buckle. After a moment his pants drop to the floor. Then his boxers.

Its fairly big as is.

"Wow.." you say under your breath.

"Okay and now," A loud whoosh, and some smoke fill the room. You cough a bit swatting the smoke out of your face, after a moment it clears. There he stands, in all his glory. You lean forward again, to study him up close.

"Holy fuck! That's actually insane!" You're in awe. If you thought he was big before then you were wrong. Now he's easily 2x's the size he was before.

"I guess I've never cared to look before!" His voice now booms through the room.

"No way that'd fit!" You say.

"Want to try?"

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i’m gooning

[uracutieraka]

hey! Your post are great and made me think..... what's about a bakugou x y/n where they are cuddling in his dorms room and stuff and they are at a point in their relationship where he is SUPER inlove with her, and he is resting his head on her chest like a pillow and he starts to think about them (doing it) so he asks her and she's like.. "but babe.. I'm not really ready...uhh" and of course he goes with it and cuddles her more after. ☺️😗😫

yes. I love you.

Bakugo Katsuki was a man of class. Or so he claimed, but he was in fact very respectful. It's a part of why you loved him.

He had been more than okay with taking things slow! Don't get him wrong! You guys had been together since right after the incident first year. Almost losing him had made the both of you realize some things about each other and brought the two of you together.

But you were approaching the end of your third year and it hadn't gone farther than some extreme half-naked dry humping and heavy make outs. Which again, he would wait forever if you asked him to but he of course loved you and thought you were just so beautiful, he couldn't help the dirty thoughts that would plague his mind!

That's why as you two were laying in his small bed in his dorm, his head resting on your chest as his hand was under your shirt, playing with your breast as if it were a stress ball, he pitched a tent.

He knew it was disrespectful to think about you in such lewd ways but the way you smelt after your shower, the softness of your skin felt under his rough hands, and the way you looked in his too-big-t-shirt were getting to him.

"Baby, my love, my wonderful, sweet, hot, smart, funny, beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, did I mention beautiful? Girlfriend."

You sigh and look down at him with a (fake) annoyed look.

"What do you want?"

He sits up and looks at you, you sit up and now give him a 'whats wrong?' look.

"Look, we have been together for a long time, and I was just thinking..." He trails off and now looks away from you.

"Oh my god are you breaking up with me?"

His head whips around at the absurd question and his heart nearly breaks from the way tears have already welled up in your eyes.

"What! No! Oh my god, fuck no. Never!"

You sniffle and he takes in a deep breath, yet again breaking eye contact for a moment before looking back at you.

"I just," he looks down at where his hands are interlocked on his lap and begins twiddling his thumbs. "I want you, ad if you're not ready that's okay! I just, uhm... I'm ready to take the next step in our relationship if you are..."

He now looks back up at you and oh god are you the most ethereal thing he's ever seen. How did he get so lucky?

"Suki...," Your brows furrow together, in thought he presumes. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet. And if that is a deal breaker for you I understand! I just, uhm, I'm not comfortable with the way I look right now... you make such good food and feed me too well!" You dryly chuckled and pinch your stomach through the material of his shirt.

He thinks for a moment, lips pursed together.

"Is that why you've been training extra? Cause you think you're gaining weight?"

You go silent at his confrontation, nodding ever so slightly.

He rolls his eyes and tackles you back down into the bed, kissing the side of your face aggressively.

"You're perfect baby, and it's not a deal breaker for me! I'd wait for you forever as long as it means I get to call you mine.." He wiggles his brows in a teasing way and you just laugh.

"You're such a cornball."

"Mm wait those sound good, should I find a recipe and make some?"

You scoff and flick his forehead.

"No! What did I literally just tell you 'Suki!"

"Whatever, c'mere and cuddle with me."

You sigh and snuggle against his side, fingers tracing up and down his chest slowly.

"Love you 'Suki.."

"Love you too baby."

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the way you read my mind about the Midwest/kansai combo… as a Midwestern girl myself I’ve been thinking the same thing ugh our MINDS

UGH ANON I LOVE YOU 💕😘 midwest girlies UNITE

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Atsumu Miya drabble because him and his Kansai accent are on my minddddddd..... like hear me out, okay?

Imagine being a girl from the Midwest (like me lol) and you meet Atsumu traveling abroad.

He's had a really tough time learning English but here you come with your little country twinge, and it's like it all just makes sense. The way certain words just flow ever so slightly slower than others makes him just get it.

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guards! read me my bedtime yaoi

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Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"

All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"

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I think were alone now

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Running just as fast as we can

Holding on to one another's hand

Trying to get away into the night

And then you put your arms around me

And we tumble to the ground

And then you say

I think were alone now

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Kirishima x Reader

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Synopsis; It's summer before your 3rd and final year at UA, you and the rest of the hero course have rented a camping ground for the week. What happens when you and your best friend finally get time together alone?

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The smell of campfire fills your nose, chatter sounding in your ears, and the burn of cheap vodka on your throat. This was a nice break, and a more than deserved one. The past two years were next to miserable, fight after fight, just to have a single peaceful night of rest.

The campground is deep in the mountains, far from any civilization. You weren't entirely sure this even was a real camping spot, but you didn't care. You take your half full solo cup and slam the rest of the nasty concoction back, cringing at the taste.

"Hey, what'cha thinking about over here?" A soft voice takes your eyes away from the large fire in front of you, looking over you see your best friend Eijiro, a small smile is on his face.

You don't miss the way his words are slightly slurring, or how his cheeks are dusted with red. He is surely drunk, and you are too.

"Hey Eiji," you drawl out, hands reaching out for him. He welcomes your embrace and rests his head on top of yours. "M'jus thinkin' s'all."

You can feel the vibration of his quiet laughter due to your head being smooshed against his broad chest.

"Yeah," he sighs deeply. "Me too."

A few minutes pass by as the both of you watch your classmates laugh, some are dancing to the music blaring off someones speaker, others are talking amongst themselves. This was the first time since the beginning of your first year that you think all of you have been this relaxed.

Mina and a few other people suddenly turn towards you two and start calling for you to come over, though you're not really in the mood to. Kirishima notices the small frown on your face and pulls away from you, grabbing your hand.

"Let's get out of here, yeah?"

You place your hand in his large palm and nod, shooting Mina a sorry smile and waving 'bye'.

"Wait! N/n! Where are you going?" The pink haired girl shouts, chasing after the two of you.

"Run!" You say, pulling Kirishima along behind you.

'Woah!" The red head says, stumbling a bit before taking off behind you.

You two are quickly weaving between the trees, giggling as you do.

'N/n!" You hear Mina call out faintly, presumably from the beginning of the tree line.

After another minute of running you slow down, breathing heavy as you drop your hands to your knees.

Kirishima isn't even winded, you scoff as you stand back up, looking at him.

"How are you so damn fit?" A dry chuckle follows the last word.

He just rolls his eyes and a smile spreads across his face.

"The lakes not too far from here, wanna go for a dip?"

You look from him, to the dark woods behind you, then back at him.

"I d'know... I don't have my swim suit on or anything..."

His brows furrow together.

"So?" He has a familiar cheeky grin, and playful look in his eyes. His big hands reach forward and grip your hips. You squeal as he hoists you up and throws you over his shoulder, then takes off running towards the lake.

You clumsily swat at his back, kicking and writhing around.

"Eiji!" You say as he finally put you down in the rocky sand by the water.

He tears his shirt off, then his pants, leaving him in his boxers.

He looks at you and then tears off towards the water.

He goes under and pops back up after a moment, squinting to see you in the darkness.

"You coming?"

You contemplate it for a moment and quickly tear your clothes off, grateful you wore your cute underwear.

You rush into the water, swimming out towards him once you get deep enough. Finally you reach him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, effectively pulling yourself flush with his back.

You're chin is resting on his shoulder and you notice that he's able to stand up right even this deep in the water. He chuckles and turns his head to look at you, but you tighten your grip.

"It's cold." He now turns around, wrapping his arms around you. You sigh contently at his warmth.

"It is not, you're so dramatic."

You huff and bury your face into the crook of his neck.

He hums and begins to swim out even farther, you just cling to him tighter.

His hands wrap around you as he kicks his legs to support the both of you.

You unlatch yourself from him and start treading the water for yourself.

His hair is clinging to his face as the moon light accentuates his features.

You don't know if it's the alcohol that causes you to lose the last shred of restraint but your hand comes up as your fingers trace the side of his face, his eyes are wide as he watches your every movement.

"You're s'pretty Eiji...," Your words are slurred and your voice is barely above a whisper.

The way the water pushes and pulls you ever so slightly to and from him feels almost symbolic to him right now. Ever since he met you that's how your relationship felt.

One day it felt like you two were something more than just friends, the next he'd be slapped in the face with some kind of reminder that that's all you were.

Right now was one of the times he felt you two were more, when it was just the two of you and it seemed like everyone and everything no longer existed.

"Me?" He asks, popping a brow up at you and shooting a playful look your way.

You hum and nod, hand splashing back down into the water as you pull it away from his face, looking away towards the moon,

Eijiro can feel his heart practically stop when you look back at him, eyes heavy and unreadable. It's what drew him to you in the first place. The way you seemed to just pull people into your orbit, like the sun. You were so different than him. Mina often compared the two of you to Yin and Yang.

'You guys just balance each other out so well!' She'd say.

"You got a mean starin' problem Ei."

"Where is this southern twinge coming from n/n?" A chuckle follows his words as he quickly splashes some water towards you.

You scoff and your eyes now hold a dangerous look, one he was all too familiar with.

You splash him back and a beat of silence follows, next thing you know you and him are in a full blown water war.

Laughing loudly and frantically splashing each other, you fail to notice the way you subconsciously had swam back closer to shore to evade him, allowing yourself to stand up right, water lapped at your mid-thighs causing you to finally look down.

"Cute underwear."

You flush and look over at your best friend.

"Ei!," you shriek, heat creeping up your neck as you try to hide yourself away from him. "Don't look!"

He laughs as he covers his face with his hands, still walking towards you. The water sloshes around loudly with his movements.

You just watch him, not once does he uncover his face.

He was always like that, so respectful and everything was always at face value with him.

He stops walking when your hand lightly pushes on his chest. Your hands slide up his forearms until wrapping lightly around his wrists. You tug and he allows his hands to fall down to his sides.

"Ei," You sigh as you realize his eyes are screwed shut tightly. " you can open your eyes."

You watch as his shoulders rise slowly and drop, something he often did to center himself and build up the courage to do something. Finally he opens his eyes and he thinks the deep breath was all for nothing, the air has been ripped straight from his lungs.

Here you are, his best friend, the person he admired the most, right here in front of him. The way you would look at him would make him feel so seen. Like he himself had hung the stars in the sky and strung the constellations just for you, which he would if you asked him to.

The day he met you he was good as gone.

First days of school were always tough for Eijiro. His last group of friends had taken him seven whole years to make. At least he knew one person here, Mina. She was so cool, and her morals were so manly!

Kirishima had his head down as he walked the halls, watching his feet hit the tile. After one particularly quick turn he felt something smack harshly into his chest.

"Oh!"

He finally registers what happened when he sees you, your sitting legs out wide as you look up at him, books and pens scattered around you.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" He says, dropping to his knees to pick up your stuff. You move to sit with your knees folded under you as you help him.

"No! It's okay! That was totally my fault! I should've been watching where I was going!"

He watches you as you smile at him apologetically.

After a moment he gets embarrassed at his staring and begins talking.

"N-no! I was watching the ground as I walked...," God he sounds so lame. "like an idiot." He mumbles.

You just laugh at him and stand up, extending a hand out to him.

He takes it and you have to brace yourself to pull him up, he giggles as you grunt and plant your feet to the ground dramatically, Once he stands up he hands you your things and you take them, silently staring at the objects in your hands for a moment before you look back up at him. You shift some things around and extend your arm out again.

"Im, Y/n. And you are?"

He takes your hand in his and smiles softly when you begin to dramatically move your arm up and down.

"Eijiro."

"Eijiro. I like it, such a manly name!"

That was it. He was hooked.

"You're staring again." Your voice is barely above a whisper.

"Sorry." He whispers back.

You chuckle and step forward a bit, snaking your arms up and around his neck slowly.

"S'okay Eiji. I don't mind."

He leans down slightly and you stand on your tippy-toes to fully wrap your arms around him. His hands instinctively cup underneath your thighs as he lifts you up. You yelp but wrap your legs around his waist.

Giggles escape the both of you but they stop quickly when you guys make eye contact.

"Can I do something stupid?" The red haired boys whispers.

"Yes." You quickly respond, eyes half-lidded as you look at his lips then back up at his eyes.

He leans in and closes the distance between the two of you.

When he kissed you, you finally understood all the cliches from the movies. It did feel like sparks were flying around and fireworks were going off! You giggle into his mouth and he does so too, causing your teeth to clash but you just wrap your arms around him tighter and deepen the kiss.

He pulls away after a moment and he just looks at you.

"Ok don't be mad," You watch as his eyes dart behind you and you see your friends emerging from the tree line, you look back at him with wide eyes. "You're gonna hate me for this, but I gotta do this."

"Ei..." You saying his name is more a warning than anything.

He turns around back towards the middle of the lake and pries you off of him.

"M'sorry but I can't have Denki or Mineta seeing ya' like this..."

"Don't!" You shout but it's too late. He swings you back once, twice, then BOOM! He throws you into the water. After a moment you pop back up coughing as you wipe hair and water from your face.

"Sorry...."

"Oh you are so dead."

[uracutieraka]

As the Ides of March approaches, let us all remember it not as the day Caesar was stabbed a whole bunch, but for what it truly was: the day a group of organized elected representatives killed a sitting unelected dictator.

[uracutieraka]

rip magneto you would have loved killing elon musk

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literally cannot get over the idea of you and Denki Kaminari being 'go with the flow' types of people! like you're both super into each other but neither of you have put a label on it, so it just results in super shameless flirting that has the rest of your class rolling their eyes.

"Kami?" You sweet voice rings out from across the mostly empty common area of the dorm. The boys eyes quickly tearing from his friend over to you, face lighting up with a toothy grin.

"N/n!" He calls back, watching as you skip over to him. Your head nuzzles between his arm, effectively pulling his hand from his pocket as you do. His arm wraps around your shoulders and pulls you into his side.

"Ugh, you guys are so gross." Mineta says and you roll your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him.

"Whatever, you're just jealous." You say after, thus launching a full on back in forth verbal attack between you two.

"Woah, woah, there's enough of me for the both of you!" Denki chimes in, fake cockiness seeping off him.

You pull out of his grip and swat the back of the blond's head.

"Absolutely not!"

He pouts and rubs the spot you just hit. You giggle and shake your head at him.

"Whatever, I'm out of here!" Mineta grumbles and storms off.

You lean over to the boy, head resting on his shoulder as you look up at him to whisper.

"Stay in my dorm for the night?"

He looks down at you, brow raising in thought.

"Hmm, what's in it for me?"

You roll your eyes and lean back up and off of him, giving him a blank stare and crossing your arms.

"Kaminari."

He just watches you, small smile on his face. Obviously he was going to stay I your dorm, but he loved messing with you.

"Alright, alright, of course I'll stay."

You squeal and grab his wrist quickly, turning and bolting towards the stairs to go to your dorm.

"Uh-uh!," Iida steps in front of the two of you, stopping you both. "Boys and girls being alone in a dorm is strictly forbidden!"

You pout and look up at the class representative with big puppy dog eyes.

"Iidaaaaaa, pleaseeeeee? Who's going to know if you don't tell?"

Iida's face falters in defeat. He always tried to, but he could never win in an argument with you.

"Fine! But just this once." You jump up and wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a tight squeeze.

"Thank you!" You turn around and giggle when you grab the Blond's hand, shooting him a wink.

He watches as you two run off, shaking his head.

"Wow, class rep." Iida turns around to met with the judging glare of Sero and a few other boys.

"Wha-" He's quickly cut off by Kirishima.

"That's not very manly of you."

"Yeah! What the heck dude!" Mineta chimes in, but he's ignored.

Iida tries to speak but words fail him.

"They're not even boyfriend and girlfriend yet!" Sero whines.

"Are you guys talking about Denki and Y/n?" Mina now chirps from behind the group. Jirou, Tsu, and Momo behind her.

Sero nods, not breaking the hard glare he's giving the blue haired boy in front of him.

"I wish those two would just put a label on it already!" Momo says.

A few nods and hum of agreement follow.

"It's gross seeing Kaminari so..." Jirou starts but fails to find the words she needs to describe it.

"Whipped?" For once the group agrees with Mineta.

"Gossiping is very rude!" Iida finally says.

"You know what else is rude? Them shoving their gross love stuff down our throats, and you letting them get away with it!" Sero points an accusatory finger at Iida.

"I think we need to have an intervention with them." Midoriya now joins the conversation. Arms crossed over his chest as he has a serious look on his face.

"Midoriya! You really think that?" Iida is shocked at the unsuspecting input.

The green haired boy just nods up and down.

"Seriously, they're disgusting." Bakugo adds as he passes by towards the kitchen.

"I think they're cute!" Ochaco adds.

"Of course you do!" Mina whines, throwing herself back onto the chair behind her.

Ochaco pouts at the girls words and mumbles something under her breath.

"Okay, okay, tomorrow I'll call a meeting before dinner. I expect you all to be there."

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nightwing x gojo 🦇

ac: kayaxxo

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y’all……

y’all……

HES ACTUALLY SO FINE???? WTF ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥