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did you ever write more to the ex!shinsou and bf!bkg!!!?!
omg no!! that was js brainrot 🤕 should i tho
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im going to a bar for the first time w/ college friends im actually so scared 😭
#like im dreading it actually#i said yes bcs all my friends r coming and i have fomo#its not the alcohol its the socializing im scared of 🤣#( 💬 ) chats
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Shiro wanna go home... (っ- ‸ - ς)
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some characters are meant to be college boyfriends. some characters are meant to be husbands. some characters are meant to be strange men who you kiss in bars. some characters are meant to be rivals who you make out with after a fight. some characters are meant to be the guy you tell others not to worry about. some characters are meant to be pretty boys who are oblivious to your flirting. some characters are meant to be 250k slowburn childhood friends to lovers. some characters are just meant to be some guy.
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you are genuinely one of the
writers I can stand reading it’s so refreshing! like some people just don’t know the characters at all and it doesn’t suit their personality or it’s written badly, so i’m just messaging you to thank you and appreciate your writing!!💗
hello?? omg you're the sweetest thank you ☹️☹️☹️☹️
#but like ngl lately my characterization's a little off bcs i haven't written in so long 😭#ー mail !!
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nanami’s side of the bed wouldn’t even be called nanami’s anymore. you sleep there nearly every day, blaming it on how the pillows smell of him.
nanami’s clothes aren’t his anymore, you're sleeping in his shorts and t-shirt tonight. you wore his shirt yesterday, and took his ties for some clothes experiments last week.
nanami’s sacred pens are no longer his own, he finds them on the table after you tried to scribble up something and forgot to put them back.
nanami’s mugs are now shared, always in the dishwasher even when he doesn’t recall using them at all.
nanami’s thoughts don’t belong just to him anymore. you’d bug him about it all day if he doesn’t share what he’s thinking — so he, with an exasperated sigh, tells you what’s on his mind.
nanami’s salary doesn’t go straight to his savings account like it used to, instead taking a portion of it to spend on you. ‘you’ means gifts, flowers, dates, trips, trinkets, and so on.
nanami’s weekends aren’t as quiet as they once were; now they’re chaotic, full of so much of you.
nanami’s fridge is full nowadays. candy, leftovers, ice cream, cheese, cake, bread, and the list goes on. so many things that don’t go along with his diet fill the once-empty shelves.
nanami doesn’t spend as much time in his study as before you moved in. now old books are left to collect dust, long forgotten in a room that’s never lit. even when he decides to pick one up and read it, it’s the minute that he sees your face the book is tossed away.
nanami’s happiness still comes from days off, but now it’s because those days are spent with you. days when he slept long and ignores the world are long gone, now he gets to sit and focus on you, watching as everything else becomes nothing but background noise.
nanami has always been sure he’s not looking for marriage, at least not right now. but he swears that ring looks so perfect for you. there’s no way he’d miss it.
nanami stands in front of the bathroom mirror 5 minutes late every day because you’re still figuring out how to fix his tie the right way without any help. he can’t seem to rush you, though — what’s being precisely on time have on your little giggles as you sit on the sink and struggle to finish a task he could have done in under a minute?
nanami has been spending so much time eating as of late, more time than he can afford. while he used to finish a meal in approximately fifteen minutes, now dinners could stretch to two hours. he couldn’t get off the table early when you sit across from him, talking and joking and doing anything that’s not eating. he simply can’t possibly not indulge in the little conversations, appreciating every moment he gets to spend in your presence.
nanami’s life wouldn’t even be called his anymore. you’re a storm, invading his life all at once, bringing in your chaos along with you. you’ve infatuated him, you’ve assailed his senses and changed his very being. every time nanami’s eyes align with yours, he prays your presence isn’t a fleeting one. he silently hopes you don’t leave as suddenly as you came, that you plan to stay.
#im so normal about him#hahahahah#😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔#tbis is the cutest thing ever stop#fic recs !
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and if i start writing for jjk ..........
#but tbh I've probably consumed more jjk fics than the canon episodes themselves#im a nanami girl btw 😁 don't say smth mean#( 💬 ) chats
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୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 jealous much ?!
req ! making the jjk men jealous jus because.
ಇ. summary. fem!reader, hints at yandere!yuta since i can’t resist him☺️💗💗
ಇ. including. gojo, nanami, toji, yuji, megumi, yuta, toge, sukuna.
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omg.. I don't know if you remember me but I am @cruxdou IM BACK INTO BUSINESS, with another account, I lost the other one :(
yes i remember you!!! send me ur new @ if u want to be mutuals again :)
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the first time i knew i was attracted to hawks was reading that one chapter n all his panels looked like this........
#and like#i didn't even like him at all before this so#was not paying attention to what dabi was saying at all either bcs 😍🥺🤏#i could carry him like that too 😁 (i would collapse)#( 💬 ) chats#he just looks so bbg
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addressing the hickey they gave you…
(ft. choso, kento, satoru, suguru, toge, megumi, yuji, & yuta)
warnings: suggestive , cursing, f!reader
– choso
– kento
– satoru
– suguru
– toge
– yuji
– megumi
– yuta
#pls istg ppl who write smaus are the funniest mfs on earth 😭😭😭😭😭#ur brains are so sexc#im obsessed#fic recs !#jjk smut#tw smut
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not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…
‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.
‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.
even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.
I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.
fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.
idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.
#i wrote smth after a year long hiatus n apparently ppl don't comment anymore ??? 😭#and im js wondering if this is the reason LOL#anw i love any reply or tags in the reblogs i miss it ☹️#like i find it weird how my recent fic got a relatively#high number#of notes#but then i see the very few reblogs and they're js .... blank#there's nothing wrong w it im still happy my work gets attention but the comments/tags >>>>#( 💬 ) chats !
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UR EVENT IS SO CUTE !! n u already know who im requesting for whehwhw
shinsou, chemistry textbook (sorry), fluff
CONGRATS AGAIN u deserve 5k more 💗💗💗
a/n hi kei THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YUO and i knew this was coming, i could smell it miles away. the moment you sent an ask i was already bracing myself for the word hitoshi...
notes 1.2k words, WARNING CURSING, everything is normal and hitoshi is peacefully in 1-A au, bit of crack i fear, but fluff nonetheless
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It was study night.
Unsurprisingly, Midoriya was the first to sit on the couch, textbook and pen in hand. No one could ever dream of beating Midoriya Izuku—not even Iida or Yaoyorozu, who was pretty normal about intense studying habits. Everyone else followed after him, and soon enough, the common room began to get crowded. Bakugou was fuming, with sparks coming from his palms as he yelled at his friends, were you even listening to class?! while Mina and Sero howled with laughter, Kirishima and Kaminari were trying their best, and Midoriya was waving his hands, spluttering, calm down, Kacchan! You’re disturbing the others! Promptly followed by a drawn out: HAAA? It was a miracle they even got Bakugou Katsuki to tutor them.
And it was fun. It was lively, and you felt at home, but someone was missing, and you noticed his absence right away.
You hesitated. Shinsou was fairly new in the class—and although he adjusted well considering the class welcomed him with open arms, he was still a little distanced. You wanted to close the distance. Hitoshi seemed like a nice guy, just a little shy. (“You just think he’s cute, don’t you?” Imaginary Uraraka whispered in your ear, all leery and uncomfortably hitting too close.)
You slipped away from the class, and you were really hoping you were as stealthy as you thought, but Uraraka’s eyes seemed to have snapped to yours like she was starring in a horror movie. You froze.
“Where are you going?” Uraraka asked sweetly. You regretted telling her about your crush every time shit like this happened.
“I forgot my pen,” you said, then dashed off before Iida or Midoriya could offer theirs.
Your room was on the same floor as Shinsou’s—the fourth floor, by the far corner; his was beside Bakugou’s, while yours was beside Mina’s. Your rooms were technically—almost—across from each other.
But as you reached the fourth floor, you hesitated. Would it seem creepy if you went to fetch him? You didn’t want to come off as eager, but you also didn’t want to act disinterested. Augh. This was too complicated. Having a crush was too complicated.
Running on frustration, you took this as an opportunity to man the fuck up and knock on his door. Knock, knock. You instantly flamed in embarrassment.
There was a bit of clanging from inside, as if not expecting anyone to have checked up on him—which was a reasonable deduction. You might have been pushing too hard.
The door slowly inched open and revealed Shinsou, with his brows furrowed and lips pulled downward before it morphed into surprise as you waved sheepishly.
“Y/N,” he said, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he knew your name—everyone introduced themselves to him, and he isn’t super fresh to your faces—but that didn’t make it any easier to hear your name in his… gorgeously low voice.
“Hey,” you said, then felt immensely pathetic. Seriously? Hey? In response to that? The only appropriate response was to swoon and faint on his chest. “I—uh, we were wondering if you wanted to join study night, in case you didn’t know.”
“Oh.” He blinked, then looked embarrassed. “Yeah, I know about that. Uh, I was looking for my textbook. I couldn’t find it…”
“Ohh,” you said, like the perfect conversationalist you were. “I can let you borrow mine. If you want, I mean.”
And in classic Y/N fashion, you began to think. What if you missed something? What if looking for his textbook was his excuse not to join? What if you inadvertently pressured him into joining?
“Ah, really?” And then Shinsou smiled, and angels started singing. It was only a quirk on one side, but it was there. It was there, and it was goddamn beautiful. “Thanks.”
“N-No problem,” you said weakly, a deflated balloon.
You moved backward like you were hypnotized as Shinsou stepped forward and shut the door behind him. He was tall, but something else about his presence seemed bigger about him. You silently thanked Eraserhead for training Shinsou.
Shinsou scratched the back of his nape and asked, “Should we go, then?”
Like a moth drawn to a flame.
When the elevator dinged, the class turned and greeted you and Shinsou, even when you were already there before. Uraraka was quick as ever; she was grinning wide like a mother too excited to encourage her children to interact with their peers. You glared at her when Shinsou’s eyes curiously slipped to where you were staring. Then everyone turned back to mind their business; whether it was mercy on your humiliation or politeness for Shinsou’s shyness, you were just grateful.
But there was a problem.
Shinsou realized it at the same time as you, too. There was no space left where the class had gathered: the long row of tables and chairs. You could’ve sworn you had a seat beside Todoroki Shouto, but it was not there anymore.
Shinsou craned his neck and gestured at a suspiciously empty green loveseat by the corner. “We should just sit over there?”
“Yes,” you said, hoping that you didn’t sound too delighted. “Yes, uh, you’re right. Which textbook were you looking for?”
“My Chemistry one was missing.” Oh, Chemistry, for once a blessing to your life.
With a skip in your step, you walked to the table and returned to where Shinsou was waiting patiently. This was wonderful. You were on cloud nine. You sat beside Shinsou, with a bit of distance out of respect, but distance didn’t matter when it was just you and him in this corner.
“Thank you,” Shinsou murmured—ohhh, he murmured; how is it possible for a teenage boy to have his voice get that low?—and settled in his seat, fingers thumbing your textbook open. He still looked a little tense, but you were really hoping it was not because of you.
“No problem,” you said, beaming up at him. You pulled out your English textbook because you didn’t want to seem lazy in front of him. “If you have questions about the quiz, you can ask me!”
Shinsou cocked a brow and tilted his head. “You understand this?”
He gestured at the equations printed by the far end of the pages. In truth, it made your head hurt and your eyes water just looking at the equation that most likely had the same length as a paragraph, but you knew nothing. If drawing Lewis Structures until your hand is cramped and you went cross-eyed and determining the molecular structure of liquids was your only ticket to talking with Shinsou, then—well… Chemistry was your favorite, now.
“Sure,” you said.
“I’ll be in your care, then,” Shinsou said lowly.
Ahh, so charming. You hoped your eyes weren’t in the shape of hearts.
While 1-A studied relentlessly—and violently, thanks to Bakugou—you and Shinsou were tucked in the corner, murmuring to each other about Thermodynamics and shit. He was a fast learner and cracked jokes at the right time. It felt like you had known him forever.
At some point, Shinsou drifted off and started talking about cats. You didn’t know how, either, but the lull of his voice made you hardly care. Then, at some point, your head ended up on Shinsou’s broad shoulder as you slept. You wouldn’t have seen it because you were off in dreamland and most likely dreaming about Shinsou, but Shinsou had smiled fondly and stayed there. He wondered if it would be too obvious if he borrowed another textbook tomorrow.
#WHDJDJJDKWKEK3OTOGO#EIWKEIQOWO2OOWOE#PLSSSSSS#THUS WAS SO CUTE I DIDNT WANT IT TO END#and so wholesome too like u write the atmosphere so well i love how the whole gang was there 😫#shy shinso is the best shinso#and also y/n so relatable#i suddenly like chem! ☝️🤓#fic recs !#fav#I LOVE THIS TY 6 U DESERVE 6K MORE PALA!!#LOV U
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You started dating Hawks in the spring and had always left your glass balcony doors open for him every night, but it was now autumn and the evenings were chilly keeping your windows and doors sealed tight, as per usual Hawks comes for his good night kiss and you think nothing of it until SMACK, bird boy didn’t notice the glass balcony door was shut.
#i wish tumblr allowed us to have 2 pinned posts#😭😭😭😭😭 please#fic recs !#(<- does this count as a fic rec ? sure)
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bakugo katsuki letting his pre-med student!gf practice venipuncture (taking blood from a vein w/ a syringe) on him then you accidentally hit an artery 😍
@cookiesaki @loving-august for u imy
#im a pharmacy major i dont even do this#but like my sis does n i keep refusing to let her practice on me 😆#( 💬 ) chats#brainrot#bakugo x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#for my stem girlies <3
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you've always wanted to know what it was like to fly but ideally not in the arms of the man you've been avoiding for two weeks.
in which you've been avoiding hawks and he figures it out - prohero!y/n x hawks
it was a beautiful day to have a day off.
the weather was perfect: sunny with a hint of breeze. not too warm for it to be uncomfortable but warm enough for a short-sleeved shirt, you didn't run into any unexpected incidents that suddenly required you to perform any hero work, just wasted the day away doing absolutely nothing but unwinding by yourself. the lunch you had was amazing too, you really ought to go back and try out their other dishes, maybe bring a few friends from the agency too.
it’s just a shame that you have to end the day in the arms of the man you've been avoiding for the past two weeks, feeling your feet dangle helplessly in the air as he carries you securely, albeit, uncomfortably.
"never knew hawks kidnapped people off the streets during patrol," you muttered, squinting as to combat the wind that was slightly drying your eyes.
"depends what your meaning of 'random' is because judging by your definition, you mean strangers-" he stops talking when you approach the top of fukuoka tower and the prohero sets you down carefully, although you still stumble.
your heart thumped heavily in your chest, the exhilaration of soaring through the air was slowly seeping out of your bloodstream. although you really couldn't tell if it was flying at the ridiculous height that was freaking you out or if it was just the natural effect hawks seemed to have on you. damn that pretty bastard.
he continues his previous statement "-you and i both know we're not strangers. so what gives? why are you acting like we are all of a sudden?"
you cling on to the hand rails of the tower. heights wasn't much of a challenge but with the man you've been pining over ever since you first met him? you might need a second.
you met hawks when your agency and his had formed an alliance and it just so happened that your assistants assigned your patrol times to align. hawks was the number 2 hero and you were eager to learn how he went about his day-to-day, hoping for some help on how to boost your own rating up whilst learning how he manages an agency at his young age. he entered the prohero industry not too long before you but given your similar ages, he definitely had a headstart so when the opportunity to collaborate together came, you jumped at the chance.
what you hadn't taken into consideration however, was the extent of his charming personality and how easy it was to get along with the wing hero.
patrols were fun, full of laughter and jokes whilst competing in friendly competitions in who could save more civilians and apprehend more villains. sure, you shouldn't be goofing around on the job but nobody had to know.
adding in hawk's good looks, it did not take long for you to fall ass first for him.
your first instinct was to keep about your interactions but eventually the pining got too much that you figured out ways to avoid him where possible. meetings were meetings, but patrol times? your sacred little pockets of moments together? those could be minimised.
you took on late nights, all the way into the early morning unlike the usual afternoon schedule you'd established for the longest time.
and the act worked! for two weeks that is because now you're standing in front of hawks who has swept you off the street and brought him to his favourite place in the city.
this sucked.
he looked perfect in the golden hour too, honey illuminating his skin with a gentle glow that only enhanced how irresistible of a man hawks is.
"i don’t know what you’re talking about, nothing gives," you try to reply as nonchalantly as possible, excusing your nervous movements by pretending it was the wind blowing in your eyes uncomfortably.
hawks scoffs, "yeah sure, just like how you're giving me nothing."
you can't resist the pout from creeping on your lips. "is that why you kidnapped me off the street? to ask what's wrong? you could've just stopped me instead of flying off like i'm some worm for you to feed your baby chicks."
"haha, real funny. bird jokes," he rolls his eyes, a hint of a smile ghosting his lips.
"you know you like them."
"not as much as i'd like it if you told me what was actually up with you. taking patrols at midnight? seriously? i know you like your sleep."
"personal matters," you lie. although, it wasn't really a lie - it was personal, the way he made you feel was absolutely personal.
"what about today? why didn't you tell me you were off today because we could've hung out and visited that farmer's market i know you like."
you shrug, "thought never occurred to me."
he narrows his eyes in suspicion. "okay, then why wouldn't you tell me your hours were changing? i wouldn't mind picking up some nights," he asks, bottom lip poking out a little as a he furrows his brows.
you put your head in your hand, "no- that would've been, nevermind."
"tell me," he pleads. "it would've been what?"
you hate the way he's looking at you with so much passion and intensity that it wants to make your heart lurch out of your chest and right into his hands. this would be so much easier if he just-
fuck it. "it would have defeated the purpose."
"so you’re avoiding me on purpose then. did i do something wrong? cause if i did-"
"no!" you exclaim suddenly, tone full of exasperation and desperation, conveying the frustration you've been feeling the past two weeks into one sudden syllable. it actually takes hawks by surprise because he stumbles back a little and there's a moment of silence where you're just gauging for each other's reactions. "i mean- no, you didn't do anything wrong, and that's the frustrating part."
you continue with little space for him to intercept, "it's just, oh what the fuck, i know i shouldn't be saying this because it's totally unprofessional and-"
"out with it, y/n."
"-i like you.”
the air choked at your sudden confession and hawks’ expression says it all, morphing into one of shock - wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth before transforming into a wide smirk. you look away and cross your arms, which was a defense mechanism that hawks definitely picked up on. after spending so much time with you, how could he not have?
he leans against the pole of the tower, suaveness oozing off him as if he wasn’t just frantically asking you what was wrong with you, “how much do you like me?” he asks, smugness evident in his tone.
you cover your eyes, “if i do not see, i do not perceive, go away.”
his laughter rings through your ears and you peek at him by separating your fingers slightly, “oh come on, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about-”
“yes there is! i have a crush on you and you’re literally the most embarrassing person in the world! being associated with you is embarrassing enough!”
he clenches his chest in faux-pain, “that one hurt, you should consider your words more carefully y/n, it’s a wonder how you won a bachelors like me.”
you give him a look of defeat as the words he just uttered registers in your head. “stop playing, this is serious.”
“you just called me embarrassing to be around!”
“because you are!”
hawks raises a brow at you, “number two hero not good enough for you? i’ll shoot for number one next time, then will you finally not be embarrassed enough to go on a date with me?”
oh god, this was a mess. “no, no, i suppose a date with you now is good enough.”
“good enough?” hawks parrots before sighing with a shrug, “i’ll take it.”
“that came out wrong because i’m still seriously trying to believe that you’re not pulling my leg,” you point your finger in his chest, “you seriously like me back?”
“and i want to take you out on a date. tonight.”
“yes, let’s do it. tonight it is then.”
“even if i’m the number two hero?”
“because you’re the number two hero. it’s the only impressive thing about you.”
“you’re the one who has a crush on the number two hero.”
you laugh heartily, wrapping an arm around him whilst doing so. he hugs you back instinctively with a big, warm smile plastered on his face. if you weren't so nervous you would've seen how smitten the look in his eyes were, “i guess i am. can you bring me back to the ground now, number two? i think the civilians should see that their local hero didn’t just kidnap a stranger from the ground.”
“they’ll know when they recognise you as their favourite, local hero. besides, it lets them know you’re off the market now, so good."
#whheakkejexkkd#im in my hawks era (unfortunately)#y/n here is so#she is me i am her#love the banter sm this had me kicking me feet#fic recs !#hawks x reader
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I NEED MORE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS WITH BAKUGOU! I’m obsessed 😭❤️ But take your time
HI YES my recent fic has that trope and i will write more bc it's actually my fav trope :)
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