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my sillies 🤲

they got katsuki drunk, took this pic and now mina keeps it as blackmail. she got so many favours out of him with this

(idea by @/katukeys_ on twt)

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“Mdni” “aged up” in the same sentence should be jail time.

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HI HELLO I LUV UR BLOG AND UR WRITING SMMMMMM

ALSO MORE MINA PLZPLZPLZ I BEG😩

☹️☹️☹️

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My favorite part of my days are late at night (like right now) when I get to go on Tumblr and reread all your works😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁

UR SUCH A SWEETHEART IM GIVING U SO MANY KISSES OH MY GOD

ALL my works is pretty bold though 🤭 be careful or I might think you like me

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What’s your favorite food (I’m so hungry rn 😭)

Omg hi1! My fave food that’s like so hard wtf man…. Okay so

Culturally I love me some pav bhaji, dahi puri, pongal yummmmmmmmyyy

Western food I love me some waffles I can’t even lie like w strawberries and Nutella, I had such a buss waffle for my birthday..

ALSO! Love tteokboki or however u spell it….

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Ur all HOMOPHOBIC Bcs why do my wlw fics never do well omfggggggg GO SHOW MY WIFE SOME LOVE WTF??

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mwah

mwah

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ERM HOLD ON I'M REALLY BAD AT THINKING OF QUESTIONS...... WHAT'RE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS TO WRITE FOR???

HI SERAPH!! My favourite things to write forrrrr hmhmhm dancing/dancer reader… (wow shocker..) and!! Things that have happened to me irl 💔 because lowkey I’m living a weird fanfiction life sometimes and I need to get it out to the world ykwim…

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Kiss (?) 'n' Makeup

Bestfriend!Mina x Reader

Contains: Sloppy writing (soz its one am), not proofread!, 0.8k words || Masterlist

A/n: My queens two week late birthday special!! So! This happened to me too!! (wow surprise.) But we don't see each other that way LOL

"Mm stay still" You murmured quietly into the cold air as you tilted minas head up.

"I don't have my whole bag here, so i don't have any brushes" You explained as you gently outlined her lips with a brown-pink liner, then rubbed your fingers over it to let it blend.

Fuck — her lips were soft.

A breathy giggle snapped you out of your concentration as your eyes flitted towards yellow ones.

"What?"

"Your fingers tickle — I didn’t even know lips were ticklish."

Shaking ur head breathily and chuckling lightly you pulled out the a lip oil. Your fingers gently digging into her cheeks to automatically make her pucker as you applied it.

You ignored the way her breath hitched.

"Rub em together f'me?" You murmured in the silence of the bathroom as you cleaned up the minimal products she had, putting them back in the makeup bag you had both bought together only a couple hours ago.

"Cant believe you've never worn makeup before" You whispered to not break the peaceful quiet as she did as instructed, watching you perched from her spot on the bathroom counter. The clock next to her showed 3am.

"Yeah well. You try being pink and finding what blush looks good on you" She huffed, but didn’t protest as you tilted her head up to the light, pressing yourself up against her legs to get close to her eyes, kohl in your hand.

"Close your eye — stop twitching — you need to relax" You huffed back, breath hot on her cheek as you tried and failed to get a clean line.

A strangled laugh forced itself up your throat as you pulled away, well as far as her loosely locked legs around you let you.

Why did it look like that?

At your not so conventional reaction, Mina sceptically twisted her torso to look in the mirror. A similar reaction left her lips.

“Well damn girl. Not to say you aren’t good at it but I don't think its meant to look quite like that.”

You grabbed the same eyeliner — leaning up on your tip toes and practically placing your head on her shoulder so that you could see yourself in the mirror behind her — and in two graceful strokes did your own.. but it looked fine. So what in the world happened when you did it on her?

You turned your head to her, a small pout on your lips unsure what happened but — Fuck. She was close. Your noses were practically touching.

She held your gaze unwavering, even while shyly pressing up against the mirror.

You leaned closer.

Smirking when her breath hitched, you pulled away again — the interaction having given you the chance to figure out your little dilemma.

“Its your eye shape.”

“Huh?”

You gently turned her head, letting her see herself with you holding her face firmly but not painfully.

“There —” You pointed to the edge of her eye, where the god awful, now smudged, application started “—your waterline extends past your eye, its like a tear burn. When your eyes closed you can’t see it, which is why the application looks wonky, because its further from where it seems your eye actually ends.”

Her eyes weren’t even focused in the mirror, but rather on yours through the mirror — a small pout that you decidedly ignored. She turned back around to face you before leaning in real close.

“Don’t play with me.”

A grin played at your lips.

“No? And what if i want to because I like seeing you squirm?”

She huffed into your face as you pulled away grinning. You both sat in comfortably heated silence as you finished the rest of her makeup. You ignored the way her legs slightly locked around you every time she thought you were pulling away.

Done.

You grabbed a jersey hanging behind the door, helping her out of her shirt and the way her skin looked so sof—

The jersey fit well, slightly oversized. You ignored the way she stared at you.

“Wanna take some photos?” You murmured leaning in close, her lined eyes set on you.

She hummed back in agreement as she finally unlocked her legs from your waist and started making her way out to the balcony, while you grabbed your digicam.

In the freezing cold of the night you helped her pose as you took photos, and vice versa — but it eventually got too cold so you both came back inside. You decided to take some on the bed.

Finally looking at the photos, they were — fuck. She looked stunning. Your breath hitched on the last two. One where her hair was tussled and she was grinning at the camera sprawled out on your bed like she owned it. And the other — a softer but more intense look, as if she was staring directly into your eyes with an intense heat behind them.

You looked up from the camera. The desire in her eyes would be clear to even shoto.

Well shit. Neither of you could be more obvious huh?

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PEOPLE!!

SEND SOME MF ASKS I AM SO BORED I WILL ACTUALLY ANSWER THEM.

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hehehhehee

hmm, can I get a shinsou smau where reader is like the most popular girl in school, and hes just SOO SOOO DOWN BADD UGHHHHH

Love you, byeeeee!!! (Mwahh x5 for ur yummilicious writing)

texting your down bad bf shinsou

warnings : profanity , mention of sexual content

a/n : okay so like…i didn’t really know what to do for a smau but like i really liked this idea…so like…like…like….also couldn’t think of a title sorry babes , love u more anon🫰

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The writers curse actually out to get me because my phone is destroyed, a car nearly ran over my head, and I skinned like everything…

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Pizza Boy Who?

Classmate!Eijirou x Reader

Contains: Sloppy writing (soz its midnight), 0.7k words || Masterlist

A/n: So! This actually happened to me in design class (yes, the same design class Design brief is based off of) I was mortified.

All you knew was that your hand was resting dangerously close to his.

Sitting on the desks amidst the chaos of the room, it seemed like you and Kirishima were the only ones not attached to a screen — choosing to fondly watch Denki flail his arms around and badly aim like he had a gun in whatever VR game he was playing instead. The rest of your class scattered throughout the room on various computers and TVs playing every game imaginable.

It wasn’t even like you were close, not really — no matter how much you wanted to get to know the redhead next to you, you were just in wildly different friend groups and apart from shy smiles and occasional greetings you never really interacted.

“NO.” You looked back at Ochako and Tsuyu — your bestfriends — getting extremely heated over a round of Mario Kart. Your attention was snapped back to the electric blond in front of you as you leaned back to dodge his punch, who seemed to be forgetting he was still in a classroom and not in whatever zombie ridden world he was playing.

Thats why you were here anyways. There were no more controllers or games left — with everyone except you and Eijirou hogging them, hence why you decided to sit next to him.

Might as well use the opportunity to get to know him.

“So.” You awkwardly started as you both watched the blonde blindly walk dangerously closer to where Katsuki was sitting with a controller. Dangerous. You wished him the best of luck.

“What are your hobbies?” Well shit. Could you get more boring?

Kirishima didn’t seem to mind, shooting you a sheepish smile as he responded

“Nothing really, I mean I play basketball sometimes and go to the gym, but that's about it.”

Well. You couldn’t relate; being the type of person to do every hobby under the sun, the awkwardness intensified.

Peering at his face, it was clear you were the only one who felt like that, the redhead sporting the calmest expression, his eyes set on yours.

Feeling your face heat up under his attention you quickly looked away, clearing your throat trying to continue this conversation like an empowered woman that did not fall apart by men because like — fuck the patriarchy.

“Yeah? Thats like so different to me ha-ha, what do you do after school then?” Sure, it was boring talk, but at least it was something.

“Oh uh, I work.” Well, that was just bloody unfair.

“Oh, that's cool! Where do you work? I've been looking for a job for so long, but it seems that everyone just ghosts me which is so stupid because why bother hiring the-..n” You awkwardly trailed off, the rant of angry passion clearly amusing him as a smile played on his lips.

“I work at a local pizza place.” He replied, answering your question.

“Oh! I love pizza! Theres this really cute pizza place down xxx alley, they have like the best pizza ever!” You continued — excited to finally have something to talk about, completely missing his fond grin. “They have like the best base, and they put like so many toppings for so cheap too! It's so worth the money, my family buys from them like every week because its genuinely so yum. Like I don’t know who makes them, but they deliver every damn time like I wanna give them a big fat smooch because the first time I had it was genuinely mind blowing.”

Maybe his shit eating grin should have let off warning signs in your head.

“Thanks.”

What.

You looked at him weird “What are you talking about?”

The grin didn’t leave his face.

“Didn’t know you felt so strongly for my cooking hm?”

WHAT.

His grin just seemed to get bigger at your mortification — fuck you just said you wanted to kiss the chef.

“I see you come in you know. With your dad?”

Your jaw fell open.

“Hanta also works with me you know? We both see you.”

Oh! Okay time to kill yourself!! You always dressed crusty, often getting pizza after training when you were sweaty and stank like a teenage boys' sock.

“I’d take you up on the offer though.”

Your hand finally moving away from where they were almost touching as you felt your face burn as you yanked the VR off of the blonde, putting it on. If you couldn't see Kirishima then he didn't exist, and you could ignore the ridiculous sentence that just came out his mouth. Fuck was he serious, you'd kiss him even withou- No.

Clearly you hadn't ever used VR because, surprise — you can still see him on the loading screen — and he’s still grinning at you.

Oh, you're never going to live this one down, are you?

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me patiently waiting for part 3 of design brief so me and katsuki and i can fight while kirishima sits on the sidelines looking like a pretty princess 🥰

Ykw that’s so real but I fear I haven’t even started the next part… BUT!! there is a kirishima fic in the works I swearrrr

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“A Tragic Bitch in Heat (No Not Like That)”

Genre: Crack, Comedy, Fever Delirium, Victim Behavior

Warnings: Fever (156°F = comically fake, please no one do this), crying (fake), melodrama, and physical comedy

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It started when you woke up at 2 p.m., sweating through your sheets, confused, and vaguely convinced your bed was trying to eat you.

You stood up. Immediately regretted it.

The walls shifted. The floor said no thanks. Your vision got weirdly sparkly.

And then you checked your temperature.

156°F.

(Was the thermometer broken? Probably.

Did you believe it anyway? Absolutely.)

You dropped the thermometer and whispered:

“…Oh my god. I’m dying.”

You threw on a hoodie (wrong side out), wrapped yourself in two blankets, and staggered out of your room like a sick Victorian child in a tuberculosis commercial.

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In the common room:

The class was watching a movie. Chill vibes. Popcorn. Pillows. Nothing chaotic.

Until you stumbled into view, hair a mess, cheeks flushed, wrapped in 40 pounds of fabric and sweat.

You gasped, dramatically holding a hand to your forehead.

“…Friends. I don’t have much time.”

Everyone froze.

Mina: “Uhhhh.”

Kaminari: “What happened to you??”

You fell to your knees. “My body is failing me.”

Jirou squinted. “Are you crying?”

You were. Ugly little fever tears. Sniffling like someone just killed your childhood dog.

Kirishima ran over, worried. “Babe? What’s wrong?”

You looked him dead in the eye and croaked:

“My temperature is 156. I think my organs are melting.”

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Bakugo choked on his drink. “EXCUSE ME—WHAT??”

“Call Recovery Girl,” you moaned, collapsing into Kirishima’s arms. “Call my mother. Call Beyoncé. I’m not gonna make it.”

Sero blinked. “Did she say Beyoncé?”

You clutched Kirishima’s face. “Tell her I died beautifully.”

“You’re sweating like a grilled cheese,” he replied, wiping your forehead with his sleeve.

“I want a funeral with doves,” you whispered.

“I’ll give you a funeral with ducks if you don’t shut the fuck up,” Bakugo muttered, standing up.

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They took your temperature again.

Momo: “It says 102.3.”

You: “Then why does it feel like death, Momo?”

You immediately burst into tears again. No reason. Just vibes.

Snot, tears, drama, everything.

“I was so young,” you sniffled.

“You’re literally still young,” Mina said.

“I had so many dreams…”

“You dreamed of eating Takis in bed,” Kaminari reminded you.

You nodded solemnly. “And now… I’ll never know how it ends.”

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Enter: Aizawa.

He walked in mid-sob. Looked at you on the couch surrounded by blankets, juice boxes, tissues, and chaos.

“…What happened.”

“She has a fever,” Jirou said flatly.

“I have three fevers,” you said dramatically.

“She’s being weird,” Bakugo added. “Like, even more than usual.”

“She said she saw God,” Kirishima whispered.

“God told me I looked cute,” you added.

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose.

“…Take her to Recovery Girl. Before she becomes a legendary cautionary tale.”

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On the way out, you clutched the doorframe and looked back at everyone.

“If I don’t return… remember me.”

“We’ll try,” Jirou deadpanned.

You sniffled.

“Remember me as beautiful, dramatic, and constantly hydrated.”

Then you collapsed into Kirishima’s arms like a Shakespearean heroine and whispered:

“Tell Bakugo he’s a bitch.”

Bakugo: “Already knew that, dumbass.”

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Somebody pls play 99 nights in the forest w me

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Ok now serious ask did u have a Wattpad phase or like an ff.net phase ?🥹

No 🥰