#bnha timestamps

[dead-boys-club]

12:04 AM.

the weight in kirishima’s gaze surprised you, the usually upbeat hero now quiet, his grip on your hand just a bit tighter than usual. he took a shaky breath, his eyes distant, carrying an ache he rarely shared. “you ever wonder…” he began softly, “what the point of all this is?”

you squeezed his hand, your heart aching at the vulnerability he rarely showed. he searched your face, his voice barely above a whisper. “i try to stay strong, for everyone, but some days… it feels like it’d be easier to let it all go.”

without a word, you pulled him close, wrapping your arms around him, feeling his tension slowly ease in your embrace. “you’re not alone,” you whispered. “not now, not ever.”

his arms tightened around you, a silent promise that he’d keep going, even through the darkest days, because he had you by his side.

[mypimpademia]

— [2:20 AM]

Bakugo x Black! Reader

TW: None

KATSUKI IS A BIT OF AN INSOMNIAC. It happened overtime, and he misses going to bed at 10 PM and sleeping like a log till 5 AM. Now, he pushed his bedtime back to the old man hour of 9 PM, just to give himself an extra 30 minutes to toss and turn before falling asleep. And another 30 minutes to compensate for the nightmares and subconsciously relived trauma that had him waking up breathless and sweaty.

On worse nights, he’d shoot up into an upright position, gasping for air as you frantically tried to calm him down while fighting off sleep.

“Kat, Katsuki,” you’d groan, putting a hand on his bare chest to ground him. “It’s okay, it was just a dream, you’re okay.”

Katsuki would lace his sweaty fingers through yours, both of you feeling out the rhythm of his heart while you guided him through deep breathing. Once he stopped shaking and was breathing properly, you’d pepper kisses on the sharp line of his jaw, and gently lay him back against the mattress.

On better nights, he’d catch himself before he disturbed your sleep. Inhaling sharply, eyes snapping open, and body tensing as he came to.

He always makes sure that you never wake up when he does, staying still for a minute or two, listening to your soft snores. Then, he untangles your limbs as carefully as he can, slipping out of bed and tucking you back in.

With nothing better to do after pacing your quiet, moonlit house for a few minutes, Katsuki decides he’s hungry. It’s not uncommon for him to make late night snacks, or meals rather, especially after abruptly waking up from his sleep for the nth time that week.

But tonight, he was far too tired to be making a Michelin-star-esque meal in the middle of the night. So, he settled on a bowl of cereal.

Katsuki tried not to take long on his nightly departures from the bed, but your sense of time gets altered when you’re wandering around like a zombie. And just as he was pouring his Honey Nut Cheerios, he heard you slowly walking into the kitchen.

“Everything okay, Suki?” You grumbled, wrapping your arms around his torso from behind, your head resting on his shoulder.

By the sound of your voice, you were basically still asleep. The cool silk of your bonnet sent a chill down Katsuki’s spine, he felt guilty knowing that he was the reason you were up a stumbling around the house at this hour.

“Yeah, go back to bed, baby,” he told you, pouring milk into his cereal while mixing it around with his spoon.

You kissed your teeth in protest. You weren’t going back without him, and he knew that.

A chuckle vibrated through his chest and back, and he gently guided you towards the couch, where you sat curled up against his side wrapped in a blanket while he ate, a comfortable silence between you.

You were fighting back sleep, nodding off against his shoulder, eyes barely open. Katsuki was no better, nearly falling asleep into his bowl of cereal before forcing himself into consciousness.

“Gimmie some,” you croaked, silently opening your mouth, awaiting a spoonful of sugary cereal and cold milk.

Katsuki fed you carefully, making sure not to drip anywhere, and wiping away the bit that dribbled from the corner of your lip.

You laid your head back against his shoulder, settling deeper into the couch and sighing. He kissed the top of your head, and smushed his cheek against you.

“You just kiss me with milk breath?” You grunted.

“I just fed you and I can’t even get a kiss?” Katsuki chuckled.

“Not with no milk breath, you can’t.” You retorted.

“I love you too.”

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[dolliedarlin]

BNHA | HANTA S. ⏤10:54

PAIR. : Sero x Reader

SUM. : Sero making sure you eat a full meal and casually being dominant in the process 

TW : mentions of eating disorder - not eating/skipping meals

LENGTH :  0.7k

Sero knows all your bad habits, your worst one being that you forget to eat so often it’s come to the point where you hardly have a stomach for a moderate meal. It irks him knowing you’re like this, especially when he knows the exact reason why. If he could turn back time he’ll give the rat bastard responsible for your insecurities the beating of a life time. The realisation that he couldn’t even do that irks him more. 

Nevertheless, Sero also happens to know your other habits. One being that you like to read your mangas in his room after dinner. It’s the perfect opportunity for him to counter your aforementioned custom of partially skipping meals. 

“Finish your food,“ Sero voices from his bed, the body of his guitar nestled in his crossed legs as calloused fingers play a small and broken but euphonic tune. 

With a huff, you glare down at the sheepishly eaten plate of food beside you on Sero’s woven rug. An eccentric centre piece to his space that you’ve always found homier than your own. 

“But-” before your full protest could slip past your pouting lips, Sero cuts you off with an ice-cold stare, rivalling your half-hot, half-cold friend. Under your breath, your begrudgingly murmur, “‘m not even hungry...”

You don’t think he hears you but he does. 

“Finish. Your. Food.” Sero doesn’t raise his voice at you, he never has and you don’t think he ever will but he is stern. Unmoving and stony like his obsidian black eyes. And with those same eyes, he sees you give into his demands, beginning to pick up your utensils before casting a longing look at your abandoned manga, “finish eating, your manga isn’t going anywhere,”

“Neither is my food...”

“Enough. Eat.” you don’t move to do anything until Sero takes it upon himself to discard his guitar with a deep sigh. Moving off his bed, he makes his way to sit behind you, caging you in between his outstretched legs. One strong arm circles your waist and pulls you closer as the other brings your plate of food to his side.

You have fully resigned yourself to his care, pouting the entire time but there’s a twinkle in your eyes that deeply appreciates his attentiveness. You love him truly and, from his actions, you feel as though it’s mutual. Not just anyone would care for you like this and you’ve never seen him extend such loving attention to anyone else but you. 

“Come on, Querida,” he lifts a mouthful of food to your lips, prompting you to open your mouth so he can feed you. His voice is gentle and soft but still rough against the shell of your ear. You hope he can’t feel how hot the tips of your ears have become from the whispering touch of his voice. There’s nothing to do but comply, internally buzzing in glee when you feel the baritone hum of approval resonate from his chest, followed by an - “Attagirl,” 

You eat every small and short spoonful he lifts to your lips, pacing the duration of the meal for you as you slowly get back to reading your manga. If every meal was as enjoyable as this, you wouldn’t hesitate to eat six full meals a day rather than the typical three. 

He is a gentle but uncompromising force the entire time, feeding you until all the food is gone and he can finally set the utensils down. You don’t realise you’ve eaten the whole meal until he’s pulling you close and tucking his face into your neck with a deep inhale. Sero loves the way you smell, almost too sweet but not, milky and vanilla but also floral. It suits you well. The causation is lost on him - does he like you because of your pleasant smell or does he like the smell because it belongs to you? Is it even a question worth pondering? It should matter because it’s you consuming his thoughts and nothing else.

Cutting off his thoughts, you turn in his arms and hug him around his broad shoulders, “I’m sorry,” you speak into his neck, muffling your words into his skin, ashamed of your behaviour. Why did you have to be so difficult for the people you love and care for? 

“Don’t be,” he loves caring for you like this; it astounds him why you ever feel the need to apologise, he’d feed you every meal if he could, “querida?” he voices when you don’t respond. 

“I-“ love you...

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he’ll coax the confession out of you some day, you’re sure of it. He has that affect on you. 

A/N : you can’t tell me that Sero isn’t a soft dom because he is! I will die on that hill! also, i’m sorry i’m on and off, approaching the due date for my thesis/dissertation, i’m finding it difficult to find the time to write anything unless it’s a quick scenario i can’t get out of my head like this one anyway, i’ll see you all in June/July when I’ll hopefully be graduating! 

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[zorosbeau33]

Behind the Curtain~ Shinso Hitoshi BNHA/MHA Drabble

❖ MHA/BNHA, Shinso x gender neutral reader

❖ Timestamp/drabble, fluff

❖ No trigger warnings other than if mentions of alcohol and gambling

❖ wc: 421

❖ @atiny-piratequeen ❖ Masterlist ❖

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

All characters and people in this au are aged up college or more~

. ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ ⋅˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Hitoshi was not expecting it, not just a concert…they wanted more than just a concert? A whole casino bar and lounge?! Wasn’t this ridiculous? What villain would fall for this? The answer surprised him, it was entirely a surprise but it seemed the scum could not resist the dark vibes and a supposed house-losing streak for the gambling tables on the second floor. What he was not anticipating was how gorgeous you looked decked out in harajuku-style clothes and mask. Standing off stage as your safety guard Hitoshi could hardly believe the level of criminals that filtered in and out of the doors that night to catch a glimpse of your stellar musical performance and have a crack at the delicious drinks and gambling. Some after night two were even comfortable enough to start cracking deals in the VIP lounge. And the cops were lapping up the information they were getting every night. 

Though he would if possible have had you safely behind the stage and behind the scenes with him then upfront twice a night. It didn’t matter how beautiful your voice was, or how easily the crooks played into your hands begging for dates. Knowing the person he had been in love with since school days was being fawned over and nearly, (they’d foiled two plots already) taken away by these dangerous entrepreneurs of darkness made his blood pressure almost unmanageably rise. Even now as you leapt back and darted towards him, Hitoshi’s heart beat didn’t slow. Using his voice modifier he was able to trick the drunk patron into answering him and freezing on stage, giving security-the cops undercover-catch him and take him down. Hitoshi didn’t pause to watch, rather following you backstage to your changing room. “You okay?” He asked, watching you shed your disguise and take deep calming breaths. Your triumphant smile and nod made him sigh and lean on the doorframe, a rueful smile sliding across his lips. Happy to listen to you babble about this helping you guys catch another villain! Honestly he wasn’t sure how many more nights of this his sanity could take, watching you play to a crowd that would kill you if they knew you were a hero. Besides how long before your wit and charm made someone fall as crazy in love with you as he was? Toying with his voice modulator, Hitoshi watched you, and wondered if tonight would be the night he’d finally ask you to go to that new cat cafe…but as a date at last.

[theophagie]

The twitter wilderness showing me people come to realisations I came to ages ago here in tumblr hell

[miyamoratsumuu]

WISH YOU WERE HERE

↳ the war was finally over, but at what cost? a.k.a. the bnha boys texting the number of their deceased lover after the war. ft. k. bakugou, e. kirishima, h. sero, d. kaminari, h. shinsou, s. todoroki note: timestamps are mostly irrelevant except for bakugou's in a way:)

navigation . . . mha masterlist

a/n: just gonna drop this here before i start working on the event requests hihi 🫶🏻

[fowlfics]

2024 Writing Roundup

Big thanks to @chromatic-lamina for tagging me! 🥰 I saw that post before seeing the tag, and I spent the entire scroll down wishing I had been tagged in something like that… Only to find out that i WAS tagged in it 😆  Strap in, this is going to take a hot minute! (it took me 2.5 hours to gather all this info, but it'll likely take 5 minutes to read LOL)

I have posted 54 works on my AO3 this year, which is both more and less than what I’ve actually written xD More, because some of the fics I posted had been sitting in my drive for a very long time, now. And less, because there’s a bunch of zine fics I’m not allowed to let out yet :3c

(Also, due to the fact that I didn’t grab my fic stats until May, I will be only considering fics posted this year for kudoes/hits, rather than looking at what all fics gained this year)

This year was DEFINITELY a One Piece year, that’s for sure. There were six old fics I’ve posted (4 BSD, a Frieren and a Goncharov), and 11 zine pieces I’ve freed from jail (Batfam, Sailor Moon, CSM, HP, Original, two OPs and 4 BNHAs) which I will not be considering. As well as a translation of a polish fic that I’m also discarding for the purposes of this roundup! That still leaves 43 fics ✨

words posted: 123,867! A fairly decent number for me <3

additional words written: I’m going to treat this as just “unpublished zine fics wcs” bc otherwise I’d go crazy trying to track down the WCs of all the WIPs xD That’s be 25,522 words!

fandoms: One Piece, mainly! But also singles of HP, HTTYD, TMNT, TMBD and two BNHAs! 

highest kudos: Three of my fics broke the 1k mark this year - family connections sits at 1390, Kitchen ABCs at 1079 and You Are Loved at 1052~! Overall, I’m very happy with that; Those are some of the fics I’m happiest with. 

highest hit one-shot: That is once again family connections at 8,714 hits xD Close behind, at 8,361, is between crocodiles and flamingos

new things I tried: Hmm, don’t know if that counts, but I tried NOT going bonkers in Fic Fight xD I only did the minimum one fic this year, mostly because I wasn’t much in a BNHA mood but I also didn’t want to lose my streak at 4th year. I also wrote a HTTYD collab with Katia - that was a lot of fun! It was spontaneous and a very good way to bring the fic you want to read into the world without having to write all of it xD OH and also the TMBD because that fandom tends to write in 1st person POV! It turned out to be pretty fun xD OH x2 lol looping back, this year was when I started rawdogging it in discord instead of writing in docs! It has its advantages, that's for sure, but it's unsustainable for longer fics haha

fic I spent the most time on: 🤔 That’s a pretty difficult question. It’s hard to track how long I’ve spent writing each particular fic. I think it’d land on either between crocodiles and flamingos or Nature, Nurture, seeing how they’re both ongoing longfics. 

fic I spent the least time on: On vibes alone, I feel like A Wrinkle In Time was the shortest one because I wrote it for Tumblr 🤔 But there are a few fics with shorter wordcounts…

Okay I am going to try and timetrack the shortest fics I’ve got (so all under 1k), bear with me

Deus Ex Machina; wc: 705 - Aug 7th, 6:10-6:52am. Total of 42 minutes

Gifting a Horses's Birthday; wc: 841 - Feb 26th, 9:20-10:05pm. Total of 45 minutes

Godhood; wc: 858 - Aug 7th, 8:35-9:10am. Total of 35 minutes

Her Sister's Legacy; wc: 870 - Feb 27th, 5:10-5:55am. Total of 45 minutes.

A Wrinkle In Time; wc: 888 - Apr 9th, 10:50-11:34pm. Total of 44 minutes.

Disowned; wc: 990 - Feb 11th, 12:32-1:02am. Total of 30 minutes.

(The Nika fics were easy to check, I went through the doc history. For all of the rest (turns out I wrote the tumblr drabble in discord, too!), I had to check discord - thankfully, most of the time I tend to send a message and then start typing so it’s pretty easy to check the timestamps (all in my personal yap channel lol I’m not spamming general xD) That Dadan fic was actually the one I used to start my thread! )

Okay so that conclusion was unexpected XD Apparently I love torturing Sabo so much it made my hands fly o7

favourite thing I wrote: Oh that’s a difficult question! How could I possibly pick one of my babies over the others? xD If I had choose, it would be one of those: You Are Loved or Machinations of Love or Art of Remembering or Nature, Nurture! Or five other fics I decided not to include in order to keep it more succinct! The problem here - which, really, is the opposite of a problem except in the context of this question - is that pretty much all I have written for One Piece was written out of love xD (Also just to put this out here- my favourite zine pieces were for the KobyLu zine, CP0 zine (both will release in Q1 2025) and Pigment of Imagination (POs running till Jan 7th) - two of those pieces have focus on Sabo, and I’m sure everyone can guess which two xDD

favourite thing(s) I read: Well uh. I have read exactly 1,139 OP fanfics and 1.6k fics total this year so this is also a bit of a difficult question 😭 I have scrolled through my history and marked any titles I recognized as ones I enjoyed particularly well, but this is by no means a complete list xD 

TMBD:

A Crowded Mind by verynotokay 

Summary:

When malware takes over SecUnit and it nearly kills three of ART's crew, ART is left with two bad options: keep the governor module on with ART as the Client, or partition off part of itself and stick it in SecUnit's head.

> I loved the dynamics between ART and MB in here!

Autonomous Systems by @rj-abacura and @foxprints

Summary:

I’d been trying really hard to start working on myself in the run up to my Preservation humans heading home and my PSUMNT humans heading back to the university. And that’s my excuse for why I didn’t notice sooner that something was off with ART.

I’ve received my next assignment from the University. They’ve ordered me to recreate 2.0.

> Fake Marriage AU!!!! The angst is exquisite and it holds me at the edge of my seat all of the time LOL

Star Trek:

The Exiles by Moreta1848

Summary:

Spock is a child of two worlds. What if Nero had come for Earth first?

A rewrite of the 2009 movie with several key changes, continuing on past where the film ends.

> I’ve read this fairly recently, but it’s so good I’m going to include it on the list. I liked the author’s characterization, and the colour-language aliens were particularly interesting imo!

HP: 

The Evans Boy by lonibal  

Summary:

“Mr. Evans,” Ollivander said, smiling wider. “Any relation to Lily Evans?”

“Who?”

Harry Evans was almost like any other boy growing up in Cokeworth. He lived alone in a house nobody else could see, he stole food from the supermarket and never got caught, and he had a little brother who had been hidden after the night their mother was killed. Harry was a secret, and he promised not to tell.

A letter in an empty vault, a small boy with broken glasses, a portrait of a scowling girl. As Harry begins unraveling his own past, the threat against his brother grows.

How long will his secrets keep when Harry is the only one standing between his brother and the world?  

A story about family, friendship, growing up, and, of course, the most powerful magic of all

> This one was recced to me by a friend, and it’s still got me in a grip. Part 1 is finished, Part 2 is ongoing, and the Author had to have sold their soul to some supernatural being considering the speed of their updates 😭 

And, finally, OP: 

Heavy Boots by sinelanguage

Summary:

“Blackleg Robin,” she says with a mock bow. “I’ll have the misfortune of serving you today.”

Something crashes from behind her, and then someone yells; Fullbody’s gotten up, surely. Robin taps her toe on the ground, stretching out her legs.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” she says, “I believe our livestock is trying to escape.”

Or, Zeff finds Robin and takes her in. Robin and Sanji Roleswap AU.

> absolutely GORGEOUS fic. I love it so much, the roleswap is perfect and the writer’s style is very fun to read!  

Scars Fade, Bones Mend, Grief Remains the Same by @betsib

Summary:

Marineford goes as it usually does, except for three things: Akainu doesn't hit quite as directly, Luffy refuses to let go of his brother and Law ends up with both of them at his operating table.

While the world believes he is dead, Ace slowly recovers and finds a new home in an unexpected place.

> I have read this fic so many times 😭 It’s hands down my favourite AceLaw, and very nearly favourite OP fic overall. I inflict the following paragraph on pretty much anyone i can:

 Law stormed into Portgas’s room, slamming the door behind him. “You’re early,” Portgas said, eyebrows raised. “Ceremony didn’t go well, I take it?” “It went fine. Give me your spine,” Law said, ignoring the incredulous look on Portgas’ face. 

writing goals for 2025: Oh that’s easy, for one 😂 I want to finish my ongoing longfics (so Nature, Nurture and between crocodiles and flamingos) and continue the You Are Loved verse and AceNika verse. Definitely can set the goal of at least one Fic Fight entry, too! Other than that, I’ll just go with the flow. 

new works: Not going to be of much interest to the OP crowd, but I do have another TMBD fic I’m fairly far into. Beside that, I have the YAL-verse sequel aboutish half done, and I hope to celebrate Episode 483 anniversary with something even worse than last year xD As for zine pieces, it’d be more expedient to check the notes on my zine collection - I do need to update it a bit but it works as a rough estimate xD I will be able to post my Sailing the Stars piece the moment the year turns, so you got that ASL piece to look forward to for Ace’s bday! :3c 

tagging: well of course i’m going to toss it at the mdl crew: @mangogreent @goodlucktai (good luck Tai xD no but srs feel free to ignore, no pressure!), then @katia-anyway @deadnamedblog and whoever else would like to play! 

[thebardisabird]

Only time I'm gonna talk about this, thanks.

Peep the timestamp in the picture please. I have always been about not catering to nsfw content of minors, fictional or not. Thank you. I want to start this with: I'm exhausted even having to type this out - but I will ask everyone who saw the posts to just please leave the person who accused me of this alone about this, don't go running into their inbox trying to defend me or be disrespectful to them because that is the opposite of what I want. Leave them alone. I'm very fucking serious - do not fucking do that, I don't appreciate it. I messaged them myself once and only once, and they've made it clear how they feel about me and this situation and they sound like they want to be left alone about this from what I understand so after this - we let shit die. I will not be addressing this further because everything I have to say is right here. If you saw their post, you know what I'm talking about. I'm not giving context - though they called me out by my name I won't do the same and I don't even really wanna make this a thing to begin with, but I AM gonna say this one thing about it because I was called and accused of some pretty awful things. And I saw the screenshot - me calling Mirio, a 'sexy tin tin' as an offhand joke doesn't make me a pedophile - because as far as I'm concerned and that can be publicly seen - I have done nothing to any child or minor, I would rather kill myself (as I've been suggested to do apparently). In fact, I stuck to my guns on being against writing nsfw on the bnha minors on that SAME DAY when I said THIS vvvv

I would like for everyone to move on with this, please. If you're not comfortable with me here because I give you "weird vibes", fine. I won't make you stay. I'm not here to make you uncomfortable, just block me, you're free to do whatever you want and I'm not going to be hurt over it. My disposition was clear. I truly don't know what they're referring to about nsfw content because there is none, but I can speak for myself, what I know I've written, and who I am as a person. and my tags are available for complete viewing (and you all know I tag everything heavily). I do not wish this person harm or hatred and I will not tell anyone who this was because despite how they feel about me and the post they made, they deserve to be safe. I saw the screenshot. I see that I called Mirio 'sexy' 4 years ago and for that I apologize. He's canonically 18, but I completely understand those optics and I can understand the upset and I want to make it clear that I don't view this character in any sexual way. DO want to note however, that there was NEVER any nsfw content made of him. Not once. I still don't know what content they're referring to and none of MY friends both IRL and online have never seen this shit either - and they've been in this fandom and the BNHA fandom for as long as I have. Calling me a pedophile and a predator isn't funny and I am not laughing, I take that very very seriously because I am CONSTANTLY and publicly up in arms about minor safety and the protection of children. On top of that I spent my whole life trying to heal from being preyed on and sexually assaulted when I was a minor, trauma that I am STILL dealing with because one of my former abusers is a family member that I have to see on a regular basis. To be accused of being the very demon that caused me so much harm...I don't even know what to say because that can't be further from the truth and this has been extremely triggering. I think that's all I have. I know my intentions, my actions and how I've conducted my blog for years speak for themselves. I don't mess around when it comes to minor safety or vehemently being against the nsfw content of minors and that has not changed. Not once. This isn't about saving face - I have no face to save. I'm nobody on tumblr, this is the internet. But I won't be painted out to be something I'm not. Especially not over content that doesn't exist and an offhand comment. If people do not feel comfortable following me after this even if it's just because of this whole interaction, I understand. That will not stop me from making ososan content and enjoying the content I make about adults for adult audiences only. Regardless of how they feel about me - let this shit die please and leave them alone. I wish them well and I hope them and their friends are safe even if they feel like it has to be from me.

[yuquinzel]

BNHA !

HEADCANONS — when you make them flustered.

↳ ( bakugo, shoto, izuku, shinsou, kaminari. )

HAIKYUU !

TIMESTAMP — [ 8:37 pm ]

↳ ( it's been 4 hours since you left miya atsumu on read. )

DRABBLE — bad idea.

↳ ( suna rintarou wants to walk home with you. )

DRABBLE — not so secret admirer!

↳ ( miya atsumu as a secret admirer... is not so secret. )

HONKAI STAR RAIL !

DRABBLE — say you love me.

↳ ( dan heng forgets to tell you he loves you. )

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

[thechaoscryptid]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Thanks for thinking of me, nonnie 🥰 This was actually a lot harder than I thought it was going to be, picking 5?? It was a good excercise in remembering I actually do like a lot of my past catalogue lmfao

The summaries got kinda long and I also wanted to do a little commentary on each so I'm gonna put the full post under a cut but the short list is:

Singularity (Shigadabi)

i've looked for love in every stranger (to get to you) (Sylvix)

Hello, My Name Is Human (Odazai)

Divinity (Matchablossom)

Blur (Sheith)

Singularity | ShigaDabi | General

Alpha Arietis dies in a brilliant storm, spraying billions of years’ worth of accumulated gas and matter through the cosmos as it collapses in on itself. Great fingers of dust reach toward the endless abyss, and cradled in the palm of the cooling nebula, a godling sleeps. His heart is white-hot and aching, all the pain of his progenitor’s end pulsing through him as he curls in on himself. The gazes of the other gods weigh heavily on him as the universe swims into focus. Their whispers ripple across galaxies to wash over his still-tender form, awakening in him an anger that beams into the darkness as his eyes open, twin crimson spheres cutting through the endless night.

This was such a fun style experiment!! I wrote it for a zine and it was by far the shortest fic bc I decided to go with the dialogue-less option; it felt better suited to the space vibe.

I looked up so many astronomy facts for this too, which was fun bc I'm a bit of a space bitch (even though I probably fucked it all up for the ~narrative~ lmao). Did you know! Beta Capricorni, one of the stars in Capricorn (Dabi's sign and mine - we share a birthday, and it is my favorite BNHA factoid), is commonly known as Dabih, derived from an Arabic legend saying Beta Capricorni and Alpha Capricorni, aka Algedi, were "the lucky stars of a slaughterer."

I really really want to dive further into the concept of gods being birthed from dying stars at some point - there's so much I didn't get to in this fic just bc of limits and themes and such, but I think it's fucking cool even if it's not popular.

i've looked for love in every stranger (to get to you) | Sylvix | Explicit

“Yeah. Listen, Fe, I’m sor—” “Don’t,” Felix says. When Sylvain opens his mouth to protest, Felix cuts him off. “Seriously, don’t. I don’t want your apologies.” Sylvain arches a brow. “I just want you—” (And oh, those words on their own are nearly enough to unwind that barbed wire, but somehow it hurts worse knowing it’s not what Felix really means.) “—to be better.” Felix takes a deep breath, turns to the kitchen counter, and fiddles for a second too long with the tabs on the pizza boxes. “I hate watching you hurt yourself.”

Man, where do I start with this one. I picked at this fic for over a year and a half before deciding to finish it for a bang, and I'm so happy about how it turned out. One theme that shows up a lot in my writing is "love is an action and a choice," and I think this fic showcases that beautifully.

Sylvain's so fucked up here and I love him so much. This timestamp from the middle of a breakdown and subsequent guilt about said breakdown just...really hits home. And Felix being there - CHOOSING to remain there - through that one and all previous ones? clenches fist They're in love, your honor.

I just think it's important to show that being kind of a shitty person doesn't preclude you from being loved, nor should it.

Hello, My Name Is Human | Odazai | Mature

“No need for sorry,” Oda says, the words automatic. “That’s not your place.” It’s the wrong thing to say, comes out nothing like he’d intended. Dazai flinches as though he’s been shot, curling up into himself and away from Oda before scrambling to his feet. There’s no easy grace in his movements today, only a quick, jerky retreat before Oda comes to his senses and darts after him. He wraps a hand around Dazai’s forearm to tug him back, and there’s nothing but rawness in Dazai’s eye when he turns around. “Let me go,” he says icily. “It’s not your place.”  “Dazai.” “Fuck off,” Dazai mutters, shrugging Oda’s hand away. “I’ll go die alone, then. In my place.” “Hey,” Oda says, soft as anything as Dazai’s turned half away. He holds his palms out, the same way he would for a stray or lost child. Dazai takes a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry,” he continues. “Your place-” “An executive doesn’t have a place,” Dazai says. “A weapon doesn’t need one.”

This was the spiritual precursor to in the morning i'll be with you, and upon rereading, I realized I wrote pretty much the same fic twice 😅 There's just something that hits EVERY time about softness in the face of bluntness about doing and wanting terrible things. I chose this one instead of in the morning because of one of the places the two fics diverge, actually.

In this fic, Oda actually says "I love you" to Dazai and Dazai does not take it well, and it feels important to me that not every I love you is received with an equally passionate "omg I love you too." But like I said for the Sylvix above, it's also important that it's expressed, even if it hurts or isn't received or reciprocated.

Divinity | MatchaBlossom | Explicit

“I don’t need anyone,” Kaoru whispers. He’s always been good at making bad decisions when it comes to Kojiro; this is another in a long line of failures and he’s not willing to admit yet that maybe Adam fucked him up past the point of no return. “It’s fine,” he mumbles when he hears Kojiro shifting. He’s too afraid to watch him walk away. “You can just go.” And instead of leaving, Kojiro shuffles forward and hugs him. Kaoru is surrounded by impossibly gentle arms and the scent of pine, and though he’s used to the latter, he hasn’t been touched like this in a long, long time. “I’m not going to go,” Kojiro says softly. His face is buried in Kaoru’s shoulder, lips warm where they brush across his skin. “I’d say sorry, but I’m not, Kaoru. I don’t want to.”

God this fic actually kickstarted my writing motor after being really burnt out and plateaued on skill for a while. While it's not my most technically skilled fic (I don't think any on this list are, tbh?), it was fun to write and it's still fun to read.

I loved being able to take a softer turn with Kaoru's anxiety as opposed to some of the harder mental health issues I'm used to expressing in my writing. And Matchablossom were really just out there on screen being Like That at all moments, huh? Their dynamic is just such a joy to play with, whether it's softer like this or harder like some of my other SK8 fics.

Blur | Sheith | Mature

“Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve made of myself, and it still isn’t enough. You know they always said shoot for the stars? I didn’t just shoot, Shiro, I helped save those stars. Where is there to go from there? There’s no coming back down to Earth after you’ve seen realities collapse around you. There’s no normal.” “It doesn’t need to be normal,” Shiro says. “I WANT normal!” Keith’s chest heaves, throat raw with the force of his insistence as his truth is birthed into the world. Twenty-five years’ worth of longing shake themselves loose from inside him and when they bleed out, so does his energy. He sinks to his knees, shaking as he repeats the words again and again. “I want normal. I want to be normal, Shiro, why can’t I be normal?”

This fic is just 9k of me bleeding my truth onto the screen, I'll be real (it should also be stated my self-destructive behaviors aren't physically harmful, that's artistic license). It hurt to write and it hurts to reread bc not much has changed in the years since I wrote it, but it's good, and I stand by the rawness of the narration. Dealing with a personality disorder and suicidal ideation (especially unmedicated and without therapy - bitches be rawdogging reality and I'm bitches) fucking blows. It's exhausting, and it makes you feel inhuman.

This scene especially knocked a few realizations loose for me, bc I don't remember writing it; my head just shut off, and then I looked at the page and went "ah. Oh dear. This feels like something I need to unpack, huh." And here we are, several years later, still unpacking lmao

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[dead-boys-club]

4:17 AM.

the soft glow of your phone reads 4:17 am as you stir, blinking into the darkness. you’d fallen asleep a while ago, but as you turn over, you realize shigaraki is still awake, sitting beside you in bed, his gaze distant as he stares at the ceiling.

you reach out, resting a gentle hand on his arm, and he flinches ever so slightly, as if pulled from a world all his own. “hey,” you murmur, your voice soft, a sleepy warmth in your gaze. “couldn’t sleep?”

he glances down at you, his eyes narrowing in faint surprise before softening. “didn’t mean to wake you,” he mutters, though he doesn’t pull away. there’s a quiet tension in his voice, a heaviness he hadn’t intended to share with you in the quiet hours of the night.

you shift closer, resting your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his. “i don’t mind,” you whisper. “if you’re awake, i want to be here with you.”

he lets out a quiet sigh, his gaze dropping as he intertwines his fingers with yours. for a moment, he’s silent, as if he’s trying to find the right words. but then, he just leans into you, his head gently resting against yours. “it’s… easier when you’re here,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly.

in the dark, you stay like that, his breathing gradually evening out as he finally lets himself relax, grounded by the warmth of your presence.

[reverie-starlight]

I've learned that I got into hq at the very start of august 2020 and that I immediately started saving pics from pinterest of noya the second he was introduced. then came tsukki. but it's important to note that suga was the very first hq character I remember being my fav.

and I found some footage of me reenacting a scene from Macbeth for a grade 10 english project (that my group and I got a 95 on hehe) and some french projects that my group members made ME edit and write the script for.

my photo gallery is literally an archive of every single fandom I've ever been in from 2014-2021 WITH timestamps, you can see me descend into madness on this thing and that's beautiful.

it goes from percy jackson/little mix to the most recent things on there which are hq and bnha

charging my iPod 5 that I've had since I was 10 for the first time in over a year to see what horrors lie there

IT JUST TURNED ON AND MY LOCKSCREEN IS KUNIMI AND MY HOMESCREEN IS AKAASHI OMFG (taste.)

[tamedandscripted]

a place to lay your head

pairing: hawks / takami keigo x reader

length: 2.4k

warnings: anxiety, depression, Keigo is shirtless for like half of it but it's sfw, caregiver Keigo, not proofread at all

a/n: comfort fic !! I’ve gotten 6hrs of sleep in the past three days I hope this is decent // feedback always appreciated

Keigo peered into your window, eyeing your empty bedroom. He frowned as he took note of the clutter that had accumulated there in the week he had been away; clothes strewn across the floor, half empty water bottles piled on your nightstand, partially eaten takeout containers scattered around the room. Not to mention, you were nowhere to be seen.

The worry that had taken root in the pit of Keigo's stomach grew; he had only been gone on a week-long mission, but when he returned and attempted to contact you, the radio silence he received in response sent panic through his body.

Knowing that you always left your window unlocked for him, he quickly wrenched it open and slid inside, the buzzing instinct in his brain to find you and make sure you were safe taking over.

A brief flash of relief slowed his heart when he recognized the sound of your shower running, but that relief vanished just as fast as he approached the door and heard your muffled sobs from the other side.

The water from your shower had long ago turned cold as you sat on the tiled floor, goosebumps prickling your skin at the temperature. You choked back a sob as you curled into yourself, unable to find the energy to stand.

Perhaps if the beating of water on the floor had not been so loud, perhaps if your shuttering breaths and stuttering sobs had not echoed so loudly, you would have heard the incessant knocking on your bathroom door. You would have heard the latch click open and the door swing hard enough to bang into the wall. You would have heard Keigo throwing his jacket off and ripping the shower door open.

But you didn't.

Instead, you tensed in shock at the feeling of arms wrapping around you and a warm body pressing against your own. You hiccupped in an attempt to swallow your crying as you twisted in Keigo's arms just in time to see his wild, panicked expression.

He cupped your face in his palms, hands trembling in his attempt to be gentle, despite the panic that gripped him, as he swept his eyes wildly across your figure to try to find some physical damage that would explain your distress. When he found nothing, his eyes snapped back up to your own and he let out a shuddering breath.

"Dove…" he began, willing his voice to stay steady, "can you tell me what's wrong?"

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut and digging your nails into your palms as you felt the world spin around you and your breath quicken.

'Okay, okay," Keigo soothed, letting his thumbs work little circles into your cheeks in an attempt to comfort you. "Can you tell me how to help?"

You opened your eyes slowly and began to take in what was in front of you. Keigo looked wild, eyes wide and stricken, shoulders tense, wings twitching restlessly and pinned to his back. You knew how much it hurt him to see you suffering and you knew how much it helped him to be able to make it better - it helped you, too.

Reaching out towards him, you let your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt and tried to pull yourself into him with shaking arms. You didn't have to do much work, though, as Keigo made a noise of protest at your efforts and wrapped his arms around you, dragging you onto his lap.

His wings twitched again, wanting so desperately to wrap around you and keep you safe and hidden from the world. He ground his teeth and held back, though, not wanting to overwhelm you, especially when he didn't even know what had triggered this in the first place.

A gentle hand pressed against his cheek and he tilted his head to place a kiss to your palm, keeping his eyes trained on you.

"I haven't been… taking care of myself," you said quietly, wincing at how raw your throat felt from crying. Keigo grabbed the hand that you'd put on his face with both of his and pressed a flurry of kisses to it.

"And that's okay," he assured. You smiled weakly.

"Would you maybe…" you began, noting the way Keigo immediately perked up. You tensed your hands again and squirmed a bit in his lap. Keigo cupped your face in his hands again.

"Whatever you need, angel. I'm here."

"Would you maybe… take care of me for a little while? Just until I can again?" Keigo cooed softly, wings fluttering and shoulders dropping.

"I'd be happy to, dove. For as long as you need."

You pressed your face into his neck and let your body relax in his hold, mellowed by the knowledge that Keigo was there and he'd take care of you in all the ways you could not. As your body loosened, though, the tremors became more noticeable, teeth chattering from the cold water of your shower.

Keigo smoothed a hand down your back before bundling you up in his arms and standing, pausing to turn the shower off. As he set you down on the counter, a flurry of feathers dropped a towel on your shoulders, and you hummed appreciatively at the warmth that seeped through you as he dried you off with tender hands. Reaching out to snare your fingers in his shirt, you frowned when you realized that he was also dripping.

"Don't worry about me, birdie," he assured, dropping a kiss to your forehead. His heart fluttered at your concern as he threw your towel into your laundry and let a flurry of his feathers deposit a bundle of clothes onto the counter next to you.

"Arms up for me, love." He pulled a large t-shirt over your head and you let yourself sink into the comfort of it, recognizing it as one that came from the stash of clothes he always left at your apartment. Urging you to stand, then, Keigo kept firm hands on your waist, waiting for your legs to stop trembling and your hands to securely attach themselves to his shoulders. When he was sure you were steady, he slid a pair of his sweatpants onto you and quickly lifted you back onto the counter. Stepping away from you, he pulled the wet remains of his hero costume off and pulled on his own pair of sweatpants. When he reached for his shirt, though, your hand shot out to stop him. His brow quirked and a smile twitched on his face.

"Whatcha thinking about, dove?" His tone was teasing, but he was still being gentle, not wanting to risk making you feel worse than you already were. Your hand curled around his wrist.

"Can - can you maybe…" you began, tripping over your words as you felt blood rush to your cheeks.

"Go on," he prompted, stepping closer to you to place his hands on your thighs, squeezing them reassuringly.

"Maybe just… keep the shirt off," you mumbled, looking away. Keigo cooed and let his wings flutter before stepping closer to you, sliding his hips between your legs. He slid one hand around to the back of your neck, squeezing gently and humming happily when you sagged against his chest. He kept himself still and focused on taking deep, steady breaths while your hands slid up his torso and your palms flattened against him, keeping your cheek pressed to his skin as you listened to his breathing and steady heartbeats.

"It's just nice," you murmured, and Keigo melted at the soft, relaxed tone of your voice, "to be so close to you like this." He hummed in understanding and pulled you closer, letting you drift for a moment or two.

When he felt you begin to sag against him even more and saw your eyes flutter closed, he pressed a kiss to your head and tightened his arms around you.

"Angel, have you eaten yet?" You stiffened at his question and he was quick to rock you back and forth, cooing gently. "It's ok, love. I'm here to take care of you, remember? It's ok." With that, he coaxed you to wrap your legs around his waist, keeping his hands firmly on your thighs as he carried you out of your bathroom. He paused on his way to your kitchen, considering leaving you to rest on your couch while he took care of things, but the way you gripped him and kept your face hidden in his neck made him reconsider.

Nudging your face up with his shoulder, he gestured towards the stack of take-out menus next to your fridge. You let your head flop back down onto him.

"You pick," you murmured.

"There's nothing in particular you want?" Keigo prompted. He knew how difficult it was for you to make decisions in the state that you were in, but if he could coax you into making a few small choices, he would.

You rolled your head to the side, thinking, before squirming against him and reaching out to the stack of menus. You rummaged through them for a moment before pulling one out of the stack.

"Anything from this place."

"Good, dove. Thank you," Keigo pressed a flurry of kisses to your face, beaming at the little smile he noticed. Shuffling over to the other side of your kitchen, he grabbed a glass from your cupboard and filled it with fresh water. Setting you down on the counter, he tilted back just enough to look at you before he pressed the glass into your hands and urged you to drink while he ordered the takeout.

You sipped the water, letting it soothe your throat, as you listened to Keigo's voice; once he finished ordering, he tossed his phone onto the counter and put his hands on our sides, rubbing up and down gently and talking softly about his day - nothing important, nothing for you to focus on, just so that you could hear his voice.

Tipping the glass back to finish the last of your water, you looked up at Keigo and caught him smiling down at you.

"You're so good for me," he breathed as he plucked the glass from your hands, setting it aside, and swept you into his arms again.

Dropping you onto the couch delicately, he busied himself sorting through blankets and pillows, propping you up, tucking you in, and taking every opportunity to press quick, fluttering kisses over each part of you that he made comfortable. His brow furrowed in concentration and he made small noises of protest every time you tried to move or help him.

As he finally settled you in, stopping to admire his work and let his feathers ruffle in satisfaction, he turned to your tv, setting up a film that you recognized as one of your comfort movies. He slid onto the couch behind you, then, letting you burrow into him and the blankets that surrounded the two of you as you melted into his arms.

"You ready to talk about what's going on?" he murmured into your hair. You chewed your lip as you searched for what to say, comforted by the knowledge that Keigo would never push you further than you could handle.

"I don’t… I don't really know what it was. Sometimes things get hard and I just kinda slip, I guess. Usually…" you drifted off, letting your eyes flick away from his.

"It's ok," he soothed. "You can say anything to me." You looked back up at him, noting the love and adoration in his eyes, masked almost entirely by concern.

"Don't be upset. But, usually, you're around, so I don't slip very far."

"Oh," he responded dully, arms tightening around you. "God, I'm so sorry -"

"I told you not to get upset! Don't apologize; you can't always be hanging around waiting for me to need something." You tried to console him, but the guilt eating away at his heart was so obvious it made your own clench painfully. You wiggled out of his grip so you could sit up and cup his face in your hands.

"I love you," you said firmly. "You take such good care of me - always. You can't be here all the time, but when you are, it more than makes up for the time I spend alone."

"You do. You're here right now, taking care of me. That's what matters."

Keigo looked away and his fists clenched; he hated the time he had to spend away from you, and it drove him crazy that he couldn't always be there when you needed him.

"I just want to make sure you're ok," he sighed, wincing internally at the tremble in his voice.

Whatever retort Keigo has in mind was silenced by the sound of your doorbell, and he smiled at you softly as he shuffled away from the couch to retrieve the takeout he'd ordered while you snuggled back into the blankets, content with soothing Keigo's guilt and worry a bit.

When he returned, he pulled you onto his lap and kept his arms wrapped firmly around you as you ate quietly, half paying attention to the movie that he'd set up while you fed him small bites between your own.

When the food was cleared away, he tugged you closer and gently pressed one hand to the back of your neck, directing you to lay your cheek against his chest, while his other hand slipped under the back of your shirt to rub soothing circling into your skin. You rubbed your cheek against his chest as your eyes fluttered in an attempt to stay open - a fight that was quickly lost as Keigo cooed and clicked and lulled you to sleep. As you began to feel sleep pull you away, you burrowed further into his chest, murmuring, "stay the night?"

Keigo chuckled quietly.

"Oh dove, there's no way I'm leaving you tonight."

[zorosbeau33]

Valhalla Calling~ Todoroki Shoto Song Timestamp

❖ MHA/BNHA, Shoto Todoroki x Gender Neutral Reader

❖ Timestamp, Fluff

❖ Tw: Alcohol

❖ wc: 540

❖ @d0uble0hd0nut @tojiseviltwin @kimnamshiks ❖ Masterlist ❖

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Inspired by the Song Valhalla Calling~ All characters are college age or older~ Rating 18+

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The deep thrum vibrated through the soil, rocks shivering with each blow. The air itself seemed to tremble with the rolling boom of the mallets striking the skin of the drum. Fifty voices rumbling in unison, tones full of vigor and anticipation of battle. His fingers dug into the cloth of his pants, hair standing on end as he watched the men and women twirl around the fire and stamp their booted feet into the deep grass of the verdant field. Nothing had prepared them for such a sight, the mead burning through their veins causing a fire to fill even his tempered blood. Todoroki took several shallow breaths, back straightening as a maiden danced past him her voice falling and rising with the enthralling cadence.

“Are you okay?” Shoto looked over at you bewildered, pupils dilating as his breath came out in icy puffs. It took him several moments before he could simply nod, gesturing weakly with one hand at the gathering they had joined. He’d never felt such a call in his gut with simple music before today. Now on as he clutched his mead horn tighter, Todoroki felt life blazing in his chest and coursing through his limbs in a deep beat like a heartbeat. Driven further into a frenzy with the measured drumming and pounding all around him he wasn’t sure how to impart his feelings. 

The mission had been an easy one, find the source of where the illegal drugs had been stemming into the world from. Now on the international task force, you both had met many interesting individuals and mission complete, villains locked away, and drugs safely dealt with you had taken up the offer of the Norwegian team leader and his partner to attend a party to celebrate. He had not explained that it would be a historic party, honoring the Vikings to which several of the team members took their hero persona and family history from. The town had welcomed you all eagerly and now hearing the voices of the throng lifted together in song and dance, well Todoroki could certainly feel “Valhalla Calling” him as well.

Your gentle touch to his cheek helped ground him for a moment and he sucked in a deep breath before the flickering firelight and sonorous call could stir him further to battle or what else he did not know. Closing his eyes he concentrated upon the subtle scent you had dotted upon your wrists in preparation for the party, and the cool of your palm against his heated cheek. His heart still seemed to beat in time with the drums however his head felt clearer upon opening his eyes. The heat that had radiated from his skin was milder now and he gave you a tiny lopsided smile. 

“Thank you.” He whispered, perhaps it was the mead, or maybe the enchantment of the music but he lost his usual iron-clad walls and leaned in placing a gentle but sensual kiss on your lips. His arm sliding around your waist, Todoroki would remember that night forever as the night the Viking songs of yore drove him to finally live in the moment and profess his ardent passion for you as more than just a friend.

[shozaii]

[11:25 p.m.] - time ticked a little too fast when you were in his arms. but being in them was everything you wanted to get through one hell of a day. his scent now lingering on your clothing, your steady breaths matching his. 

you could feel shouto gently caressing your fingers, light as a feather. the other hand holding a book, but he resorted to put it down, the arm now wrapping around your figure, pulling you closer - making sure you were comfortable in the current position. he nuzzled his nose into your beautiful locks, as he’s always taken a liking to them. soon, he found himself comfortable against his pillow, and watched as you let out a little snore before a few words from you took him aback.

“i love you, sho.”

it wasn’t new to his ears - lots of times, those three words have been exchanged between the both of you. to shouto, even the littlest details matter to him. he couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking if he should tell you when you wake up the next morning. he looked up at the ceiling, now watching the stars hanging above your heads. it was a new addition to your room, he knew you had a huge compassion for the stars and the moon. this time, it was his turn for the weight in his eyes to take over.

“i love you too, sweetheart.”