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heyy❤️

you bio says you are going on hiatus, so i just wanna know if you are alright?

hi love :)

i'm okay!! thank you for asking 🤍 i just wanted to let you guys know i probably won't be posting for a few days with how busy life has gotten lol. no worries though!! i'll be checking my notifications & should be back to regular posting next week or so 🫶

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Pls let carnations end happy as the poll said my man's had been through enough 😭

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if i see one more vid on my fyp talking about touya being the “youngest sibling now” just know the nuke i have planted in the core of the earth WILL be going off.

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headcanons of dabi as your boyfriend! ⋆ ˚⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚⋆

pairing: dabi x you! content warning: he's better than your irl boyfriend!

dabi is always breaking into your house. doesn't matter if you give him a key, he'll give you a mini heart attack every time by showing up at midnight outside your balcony. he thinks it's romantic when he's waiting on the other side of the glass for you, drawing hearts on the window that's fogged up from the cold outside. claims he lost the key (he knows exactly where it is) just so he can scare you by popping up in your room at the most random times. you'll go to sleep at night alone and wake up the next morning to him snoring on the pillow beside you with his greedy hands around your waist

he has you wear a necklace with his initial on it. he thinks you look so pretty with that shiny & silver 'd' wrapped around your neck. the chain is thin and delicate so you can wear it everyday with ease. he loves watching you from afar when you're unsuspecting. you have no idea he's standing just a few feet away from you while you check out your groceries, but he's watching you happily. he's satisfied knowing you're wearing the necklace even when he isn't around—just like you promised you would.

he knows the best abandoned spots ever. he'll take you on dates to the rooftops of buildings all the time. you love the clear view of the sky and stars from being up so high, and he loves the way your hair blew and whipped around in the wind.

he has a secret playlist of songs that remind him of you. they're mainly filled with songs he'd snuck in from your playlist. he always says your music taste is trash and that you had no idea what real music was. but as you're driving (this man does not know how to drive a vehicle without committing a felony) he'll be tilting his phone away from you in the driver seat and adding the songs to his "my lady" playlist.

secretly a softie for cuddles. he'll always groan and grumble under his breath about how he's only cuddling you because he knows you like them, but inside he's so happy to just wrap his arms around you and spend quality time with you after a long day. he's fallen asleep many times like this. you'll be watching some old horror movie on the couch with him, running your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp, and at some point you'll realize he stopped teasing you whenever a jump scare came on—and then you'll realize he's drooling all over you and sleeping like a big baby.

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shiggyyyy u gotta smile!! :D

smile for the camera!! (^з^)-☆

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PART 5 IS SO GOOD IM GONNA CRY

YAYYY!! TYSM LOVEY!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

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what flower do you think touya would be?

carnations. lemme tell you why sen bby.

a carnation's distinction reminds me of touya's. carnations stand out because of their unique petal shapes and overall form, and i think it represents touya's appearance/quirk in a way. they're both vastly different from the norm and beautiful in their own way.

carnations mainly symbolize love and identity. different colors vary in terms of what they represent and mean, like the color blue in flowers usually represent truth and tranquility. i think that fits my story perfectly because it represents the lull after the storm (time after the war) the truth is touya finding himself and who he is, tranquility is the hate in is heart being doused out. it's quiet, he's not sure what to feel anymore.

and did you know a vase of carnations symbolize devotion and faith?? yes i rest my case, carnations are touya's flower. no one is more devoted and faithful to what they believe in than this man

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lord take all of my pain and sufferig and give it to elon musk

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Idk how to convey how good Keigo's hands are, like. They're so big. They're big and they have callouses on the fingertips and they have hair on the back and he has veins on his forearms. And he's a man. And he's, like... He's like. He smells nice. Nice and warm and like musk and all that, and his grip is firm. And his skin is rough. And he can lift heavy things with them. And he talks with his hands. And he always wears gloves so when he takes them off it's like taking his clothes off.

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005. CARNATIONS

Touya talks a lot.

It definitely was not your initial impression of him. He started off distant and cold, half the time absolutely refusing to speak at all. It was common with most of the other patients you treated to be quiet in the beginning of their treatments, but Touya was nothing like your other patients

He was nothing like anyone.

You won't be able to see him today. He was currently in the middle of yet another surgery. His bed was empty, his room too quiet and devoid of his usual tapping against the railing of his bed and mindless muttering.

You still aren't sure exactly how you ended up in his room. All you knew was that a part of you missed him. The dawning realization that you were beginning to feel something for him was not a welcomed revelation.

This was not good.

You quickly chalked it up as your instincts as a doctor to care and worry for your patient at first. And it was working—until it wasn't.

He won't leave your mind anymore. These undeniable feelings started as a small seed at first, something planted so deep inside that you didn't even notice them at first. But now they had grown into something too big to ignore.

Gosh, what was wrong with you?

Just spending the entire day without him had you leaving the hospital that night feeling unfulfilled and empty. All because you were missing your favorite person.

You cared too much about Touya. Your feelings couldn't get in the way—they absolutely could not. You hated yourself for even letting your heart interfere. So that's why you're here—lying your ass off to your boss and hacking a good fake cough on the phone as you let her know you were going to be out "sick" tomorrow.

You needed space. Just some time to collect your thoughts. Even as you curl up in bed and try to rid your mind of his bright eyes, he's all you can think about you. His calloused hands, his gruff voice, his sassy remarks—

You love him.

You love him so much.

"Hey asshole, whadd'ya mean she's sick?"

Touya puts his foot out to poke the robe of the old man standing at the edge of his bed, who clearly wasn't amused. He rolls his eyes when the old man steps away with a grimace.

"I mean she's not coming in today. And maybe tomorrow too—so just shut up and let me fill out your paperwork." The man grits out, looking away from Touya rudely. He narrows his eyes at the doctor, clenching his jaw.

It didn't take Touya long to wear the old man down—he was cackling like a madman as the doctor left the room in a fury, slamming the door close as he exited. But as his laughter calmed, reality set in.

He wouldn't see you today.

Touya wasn't happy about that. And boy, was he ready to make it everyones problem.

With you, he never pressed the emergency button. He didn't like the idea of you rushing to his room or getting yourself tired after the first time he'd mistakingly used it. He'd never press it unless he absolutely had to now. Touya respected you far too much to put you through that.

That wasn't the case for you colleagues.

He was pressing the emergency button just about every few minutes, a new doctor coming into the room every time with the same paranoid look in their eyes. Touya was going to have fun with these assholes.

"When's Y/n coming back?"

"What's the weather like today?"

"Do you think Y/n's awake? Can I call her?"

"Can you tell me where you got your degree from? I don't think you're qualified enough to tell me what to do."

Eventually, they took away his remote privileges.

He'd spent the majority of his day staring out the window, wondering what you were doing. Doctors don't get sick. You had been fine the past few days, so he's rightfully confused as to why you've suddenly gotten sick.

You always took care of him when he wasn't feeling well, hand feeding him food and spoiling him rotten with affection. He'd be muttering as you buried him in blankets and love, but nonetheless—he'd be content and happy with the care he'd receive from you.

So who was taking care of you?

Touya almost immediately imagines himself playing the role. He'd like to take care of you—it's a very much welcomed thought. But then he starts thinking, and the thought strikes him so fast that he can't even stop his eyes from widening in sudden realization

Did you have a partner?

His heart lurches, and he quickly runs through every detail you've ever given him about your personal life. No, you've never mentioned anyone before. But that didn't mean you didn't have someone to love.

He's immensely jealous of someone he's not even sure exists. He's about to grab the remote to call down a doctor and ask them if they know anything, but as he reaches to the empty slot on the side of his bed—he remembers his rare show of immaturity had gotten the remote taken away from him.

With a defeated groan, he slumps in his bed with a frown. He wasn't sure how long he could wait until he got an answer.

And what if you did have a partner?

He stills. You were his doctor. But—no, no there was something else there too. Something unspoken that was beginning to nag him. He wants to see you badly—to talk with you until his voice grew hoarse. He knew you'd listen to whatever he had to say, you always did.

He tries to take a nap, he walks in circles around his room to try and clear his head—and he spends a good hour just sitting in your chair beside his bed. His foot taps impatiently against the floor as his frustration reaches its peak.

You had to come in tomorrow morning. He didn't think he'd be able to go another day without seeing you. Although his body was a bit sore from his surgery, he still felt ready as ever to face you. It took him longer than usual to fall asleep tonight, he was tossing and turning and grumbling as he readjusted his pillow. But the reassuring thought that you'd most likely be here the next morning had been the thing to lull him to sleep.

You stand outside Touya's room with a pillow and blankets draped over your arm.

You pray that he's asleep as you quietly pull your key out, slowly turning the door knob open as you step inside the dark room

The pull out bed would have to do. You approach it with quiet steps, the gentle sound of Touya's breathing immediately calming your senses. You almost want to cry from relief because of how much you missed the sound of him so dearly.

You place your pillow down before carefully crawling onto the small mattress, making yourself comfortable as a sigh leaves your lips.

You were just here to make sure your patient was doing well. You did not have attachment issues. You did not miss him. You were worried, and that is all.

Touya snores quietly, and the sound was like a lullaby for you. You stare at the outline of his figure on the bed with a soft smile as he slept peacefully. You tug your blanket up to your chin with a small smile, happy with where you were sleeping tonight.

You'll be a responsible doctor tomorrow. But tonight, you missed Touya too much to think with a level head.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n; hi loveys!! i wrote this while i was sleepy and thinking solely of a certain touya todoroki. i think i went cross eyed at one point too while proof reading. also ajfgajkhfg i love him so muchhh fawk!!

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i PRAY carnations is going to have a happy ending bc that won on the poll🙏

heh is it bad that i also don't know how it ends...! 😃

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baby :((

That which inspires us to our greatest good is also the cause of our greatest evil. (Arcane | 2x06)

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➡️ JOIN THEM IN THEIR LOVE NEST and find out

Hero work has never been so rewarding-...

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YEAH MY BOYFRIEND'S PRETTY COOL, BUT HE'S NOT AS COOL AS ME!

the loser known as tomura shigaraki manages to fall for the prettiest and most popular girl at his university—you.

loser tomura, who's heart felt like it was beating out of his chest when you chose the empty seat beside his in class. out of all the people you could've sat next to, you chose to sit beside him. he would've usually been beyond annoyed if it had been anyone else, but when he turns his head to meet your gaze with narrowed eyes—his heart skips a beat at the sight of your sugary sweet smile.

loser tomura, who can't focus in class anymore. he's as stiff as a board beside you, your scent consuming his senses as he slumps in his seat, trying not to glance down at your thighs as you shift in your seat and try to get comfortable. your skirt flowed over the soft flesh, and he can't think of anything else besides ravaging the plush skin with his tongue.

loser tomura, who offers to tutor you when you whine to him about how you don't understand the latest unit. he's a stuttering mess when you ask him to meet you at the library that day. he tries to look as presentable as possible, his insides giddy with delight as he finds you sitting at a table with a hot chocolate in hand for him. he doesn't think he's ever had such a good time—watching you pout and twirl a pencil between your fingers as he sipped on the warm drink beside you had been the highlight of his week.

loser tomura, who always helps you with your classwork and homework. he's desperate to please you in any way he can. known to the class as the biggest grump ever—you thought of him as a sweetheart.

loser tomura, who is utterly obsessed with you. he'd follow you to your dorm after class—ensuring you entered the building safely every night before trudging to his apartment. he kept tabs on you during the weekends too, taking note of the parties you attended and who your friends were. you'd dance in your pretty dresses completely oblivious to the creep standing in the corner of the room, watching you with that hopeless smile of his.

loser tomura, who thinks he's in love with you. what else can explain the way his heart swoons at the sight of you? he doesn't have the courage to confess, the thought of you rejecting him and cutting ties an overwhelming fear of his. losing you would be the greatest loss of his life. so, he'll settle with loving you from afar. as long as you remain in his life, unsuspecting and happy—what more could he ask for?

loser tomura, whos dreams are plagued of you. he can't stop thinking about your smile and gentle eyes, how your hair would look fisted and tangled between his fingers and the way you chew on the cap of your pen whenever you're working out a particularly difficult problem.

loser tomura, who looks forward to seeing you every. single. day. he loves when you tell him good morning and ask how his night was—he adored the way you'd scoot closer to hear his quiet and raspy voice when the class was being too chatty and how his crude jokes always enticed those little giggles from your lips. oh, how he'd love sinking his teeth into the gummy flesh.

loser tomura, who walks into class one day and sees another man in his seat—adamantly pressing kisses all over your mouth as you smiled feverishly. he can see the mystery man glide a shameful hand under the fabric of your skirt as he caresses your thigh, whispering all sorts of things in your ear that left a pink dust on your cheeks

loser tomura, who turns around and walks right out of class before you can catch sight of him. what an asshole that guy was for swooping in and taking what was his like it was nothing. tomura was pissed.

tomura, who considered himself a winner when he managed to pick up enough dirt on your stupid boyfriend to get him expelled from the university. you cried that week, whimpering on about how you had no idea he was such a terrible person who cheated on the entrance exam and blackmailed students.

tomura, who took advantage of your scattered mind that night when he latched his desperate lips onto yours to stop your cries. he was in heaven as he slipped his greedy tongue into your mouth and tasted what he could only dream of before—worshipping you and your body that night the way you deserved to be.

tomura, who walked into class late the next morning and feeling on top of the world with you behind him, a shy smile on your face as you tell your professor you fell asleep at your boyfriend's apartment.

tomura, who would soon learn you were everything and more than his greatest fantasies.

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i am now the mother of two thousand imaginative angels 🤍

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you write for mha and you're an avatar fan im in love

best two universes award goes to these two!!

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I hope that we meet in another life

our beloveds in canon + some AUs I created for them 🫶 don't know if I'll ever get to talk more about the ones that are not Cyberpunk but still