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Shigaraki is just a confused bitch actually 

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happy birthday aizawa now rail me over your desk

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dabi vibes to this song while he imagines diddling an innocent lil manic pixie dream girl and making her into his loyal wifey who’s a slut for him and only him. you cannot change my mind.

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Tokoyami: the winged hero must have chosen me for this internship because he is the number three hero and I ranked third in the school sports tournament, thus making us in some ways equals

Hawks, high off his ass, seeing Tokoyami at the tournament:

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my heart belongs to one (1) shark

Happy birthday Kirishima 💕💕💕

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kirishima simps - did you have a crush on shark boy when you were younger and why is the answer yes?

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damn izuku very tragic your dreams of being a hero got fuckin dunked on by your TOES

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rewatching bnha for the first time since january i’m ready to be absolutely fucking obsessed again

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For Now | Shinsou Hitoshi

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Word Count: 663

song inspo: hug all ur friends by cavetown — “i don’t care about my sleeping routine. i’ve fucked it up as it is but we’ve got so much time to kill as the night rocks me to sleep.”

a/n: the fluffiest of fluff for those of you like me who are forever in love with tired, edgy boys

Ring

Ri-

*click*

“I was wondering when you’d finally call,” Shinsou’s familiarly warm, but clearly tired voice answered at the other end of the line. A smile immediately formed on your lips at his teasing words as you crawled between your bedsheets, phone pressed carefully to a blushing cheek as your best friend’s voice murmured through its speakers.

“You survived, didn’t you? I had to finish a math test.” You stretched onto an elbow and clicked off the soft glow of a nearby lamp. Darkness blanketed your room as you found a comfortable spot on your dorm’s rock-solid mattress.

“Excuses, excuses,” a fake-serious voice responded. You heard a distant shuffling, then a soft thud and muffled groan as the indigo haired boy flopped onto his bed face-first. He was a quiet goofball; the tall, pale, and broody guy you called your best friend. He intimidated most people, put them off with his candid, dispassionate demeanor. Once you chipped his shell, though, you discovered how charming Hitoshi really was. Whether intentional or not, there was always some dry humor in his words and little things he did. Silly, small, insignificant things that put a small on your face and pulled giggles from your chest.

He had been your best friend in grade school, but his dream of attending U.A. and your draw toward a different university pulled you to opposite ends of the country. Regardless of distance, though, your bond remained strong.

“You didn’t have to stay up if you didn’t want to,” you half-threatened, half-reminded him. Shinsou often shirked proper sleeping habits in favor of staying up, awaiting the sound of your voice over crackling phone speakers. Talking with him helped you fall asleep, you said, and who was he to refuse a nightly call from the person he cared for the most. He didn’t mind that ‘bedtime’ where you were was practically morning for him. Time Zones be damned, you were worth losing sleep over.

“I wanted to,” he answered frankly. Tired eyes opened to peer at the empty bed space beside him - the space he so often wished you could fill. He imagined you snuggled up to his side, his arm curled around your waist and your head to his chest. In reality, you were miles away, drifting off on the other end of the phone.

“I miss you,” you whispered, voice lowered and words mumbled by sleep. Heavy arms pulled a soft pillow to your chest and you hugged it tight. The faint scent of lavender filled your nose as pastel purple dreams tugged you further from consciousness.

Those three little words meant so much more than they led on. You both knew it — that ‘miss’ could so easily be replaced by ‘love’. There was a mutual understanding that your friendship was so much more than the title you lent it, but those feelings remained unspoken for the time being. Shinsou was waiting until he could tell you how he felt in person, and you couldn’t bring yourself to spoil that plan.

“I miss you too.” A blush crept up his cheeks and he shoved his face back into the cool fabric of his pillow to quell the familiar warmth. Within seconds a soft snore resonated from your throat, telling him you had only waited to hear his response before drifting off completely.

Eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment, Hitoshi envisioned a future that he hoped would come soon. A future where he didn’t only get to see you in his dreams, where your beautiful face was the first thing he could see in the morning as well as the last before he fell asleep at night.

One day he would get to come home to the person he loved most, and you would keep him warm at night as he muttered sweet nothings into your ear. But for now, hearing your quiet, sleepy breaths on the other end of the line as you dozed peacefully was more than enough for him.

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not me using this for a fic or anything. no definitely not

themes commonly found in international friendships

- ‘u dont have (insert food/music/restaurant here) over there??’ - ‘wait what time is it. shouldnt u be asleep’ - alternatively: timezoned/clockblocked again - ‘do u need a hug. have a virtual hug’ - weird slang terms - ‘i will fight everyone thats mean to u. i will fight them rn’ - vague embarrassment regarding ur accent - ‘dont maKE ME COME OVER THERE’ - ‘oh yeah i have a friend who lives in (insert country here) and apparently’ - no real hugs :(( - suffering - fahrenheit vs celsius - the measuring of things in feet fucks one of u up, probably

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can we add this to the list of things horikoshi needs to address before bnha ends? thx 🥰

so we just gonna ignore that these guys wear the same amulet or???

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ok but Mystic Messenger au where instead of Jumin it’s Touya (screen name: Dabi), the heir of the Todoroki corporate throne. He drives fast cars, spends millions on nice houses he’ll never visit, and covers himself with tattoos that his business suits only barely cover up. Touya is indifferent to the billions in his bank account until he meets you, then everything seems to fall in place.

He spoils you every chance he gets. You’re his little princess, his favorite pet. He doesn’t know anything about fashion, so instead of buying you outfits he buys entire stores. Kitten heels, skin-tight designer dresses, jewel encrusted earrings. If you want it, you’ll have it within the hour. Any bodyguard who so much as looks at you the wrong way swiftly finds himself unemployed with shattered kneecaps and a warning to watch his back. The bonds Touya uses to tie your wrists to your headboard at night must be made of the finest silk, the diamonds on your kitten collar checked by at least 5 experts to ensure their quality. You’re his gorgeous baby girl, the object of all of his affection. He doesn’t know how to tell you he loves you, it’s too hard coming from a family as cold as his, so instead he’ll spoil you in every way he can and make sure you’re well taken care of for the rest of your lives together.

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I really love your works!! It’s so beautiful. The way how you detailed the movements of each characters in the stories making the readers feel like they’re actually in the story and how you can make the audience can feel the emotion from the dialogues. Keep up with your great works!! And I promise you, as a reader, your writing never fails to make me smile and make up my day. Love you!!❤️❤️❤️💕💞

I AM GOING TO CRY. thank you so much for the kind words, you are such a lovely person omfg🥺💕

i moved into university in early august and stopped writing for a long time because of how stressful the whole transition was, but i have been wanting to get back into it so badly and honestly i think this was the kick i needed. thank you so much to everyone who comments, requests, and messages me to let me know they enjoyed a fic. that shit means the world to me and i appreciate it so much.

as always - take care of yourselves, drink water, and please eat at least one nutritious meal today even if it’s small. thank you everyone who’s stuck with me through this hiatus, and be expecting a master list + some new fics/hcs/drabbles soon! 💖

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Shigiraki stole Izuku's protagonist status and thats very sexy of him

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He diddles idc idc idc 🥰💞🌸

You’re mad! You’re mad that he diddles! He 100% diddles and you’re mad about it! So mad, so irreconcilably mad that Shigaraki loves touching cuties without their permission! So sad, so mad! He just lovessss putting his tongue where it doesn’t belong, and you’re so mad that it’s canon confirmed! Hori might as well have made a 13 page spread of him flashing some unsuspecting civilian and yerking it much to their shock and horror because according to my encyclopedia of diddler meta this panel alone implies that he has diddled before and you better bet your sweet ass he’ll do it again.

You may be thinking, “Well, he wouldn’t diddle ME.” and that’s where you’re PAINFULLY FUCKING WRONG because he CAN and WILL. You are just beside yourself knowing that, if given the chance, Shigaraki would not hesitate to rip the clothes off your body and crush you under his vascular glutes and thighs in the meanest mating press your punk ass has ever gazed upon.

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please dust me sir

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Shiggy's darling dies. He's devistated and admist the crying he turns to Kurogiri and says "Get their hands"