#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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[missuga]

11:35 p.m. – Keigo Takami.

From the first knock on your door you knew who it was, your stomach dropped and you froze. Maybe if you sunk deeper into the couch and stayed silent he’d go away. 

Maybe if you wished it hard enough you could get yourself out of this situation without even having to see him. But it wasn’t as simple as that, and when more knocks echoed through your apartment you knew that. 

“You can’t keep ignoring me.” Keigo’s voice was muffled and you could barely hear it through the door, but it still made your chest burn all the same. “Please just open the door.” 

“What.” That was all you could muster up when you opened the door, sure that if you said anything else the brave face you put on would break. 

“Thank god.” He sighed, shoulders visibly slumping down in relief. What he was so relieved about was beyond you. “I needed to see you.”

“Okay.” You muttered, still looking passed him as you stepped back into your apartment again. “You’ve seen me so now you can go.” 

“Wait, stop.” He grabbed the door stopping you from shutting it. “You know that’s not what I meant.” 

“Actually, I never know what you mean.” You breathed out an annoyed laugh, refusing to look at him still, hoping your words stung at least a little bit. “I told you to not come over.” 

“Yeah, that’s all you said. Then you ghosted?” Keigo sounded frustrated now, like he wasn’t the one in the wrong. 

“I didn’t ghost you. I blocked your number.” 

“That’s the same damn thing.” He shook his head and took a step back, this wasn’t going like he had planned. “What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know why you care, we weren’t even together. Remember?” You scoffed, thinking back to what he said that night. “Those were your words.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment and you could feel him staring at you. 

“It was too soon, everything was happening so fast.” Keigo’s voice wavered slightly and you cut him off before he could say anything else. 

“That’s what happens in real relationships, though you wouldn’t understand that. You’ve never seriously committed to anything in your life.” You knew that wasn’t a fair thing to throw at him, but you didn’t care. “I wasted months on you. Months Keigo. This wasn’t just a couple weeks thing.” 

“I know I just-”

“No, you don’t know.” You interruppted him again, you didn’t want to give him a chance to even explain why he had treated you like that. “If you knew how I genuinly thought I loved you, you wouldn’t have gone to that stupid bar with your side kick.”

He looked shocked at that and a bit of pride swelled in your chest at the way his eyes clouded over with guilt. 

“Yeah, you didn’t know I found out about that did you?” Stepping back into your apartment a bit more you were ready for this conversation to be over, nothing he could say would mend what he broke. 

“I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“That’s all you’re seriously going to say?” You laughed again, finally looking him in the eyes for longer than a second. The burning in your chest grew red hot and you could feel a sting behind your eyes now. “Are you so pathetic that you can’t even give me a real explanation?”

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said, pushing a hand through his hair in frustration, nothing was coming out the way he was thinking. Seeing you so upset made realization of how he fucked up really sink in.

“Did I really mean nothing to you?” No matter how mad at him you were, a part of you still wished things could get fixed, that this could all get brushed over. 

“No.” He grabbed your hand forcing you to look up from the ground, “You meant everything to me.” 

“Then why?” You could only whisper now, knowing your voice would give away how much of a bad job you were holding back your tears. 

“I don’t know.” Keigo whispered, and you realized this wasn’t going anywhere.

“I can’t do this.” You pulled your hand from his grip and backed up, wiping the tears from your cheek.  “I can’t keep going around in circles with you, nothing is going to change. I should’ve realized this before, it’s my fault.” 

“Wait, I can’t do this without you.” He sounded pathetic now, but his words still burned deep, if only he figured that out sooner. 

“You’re going to have to learn how to take care of yourself, that’s not my problem anymore.” 

“Please stop, we can fix this.” He stepped forward again, reaching out to you and for a second you almost let him but you pulled away. You could hear the sadness and desperation in his voice now. “Please. I love you.” 

“You don’t get to say that anymore. Just go before you ruind something else, Keigo.” You turned around fully now, trying your hardest to ignore how broken he sounded as you walked into your apartment. “Don’t come over anymore. I mean it.” 

You hated how much shutting the door hurt and how much you still loved him, even after all of this. The only thing that made it a little bit better was knowing that he was hurting just as much as you, or so you hoped.

[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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NAVI.

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

6:43 am

»»——⍟——««A/n: This isn’t a fic. It doesn’t count. I didn’t lie 🏃🏾‍♀️

Fluffy tired morning talk with Shoto

Heat creeped up all around your body, pulling you from your sleep.

You opened your eyes and stretch a bit, pushing the covers slightly off your body and moving around, trying to get your barings and get comfortable again.

“Ya know you move around a lot in your sleep.”

A low, husky voice sounds behind you. You can hear the sleep in his voice, but he almost doesn’t sound tired. Like he’s merely as relaxed as his body can be.

You turn around, cuddling into him and letting out a sigh. “Oh. Do I? I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”

“No,” he leans closer, burying his head into your neck, letting out another low sigh, “I like holding you.”

You knew that for a fact. You knew even when you were moving around, squirming in bed and in your sleep, Shoto would have his arm wrapped around you, keeping you still. You remember even on nights you fell asleep with your earbuds in, you wake up with them still in. Only after starting sleeping with shoto. Any other time they’d be long gone into some other dimension that’d take you about a day to find.

“Do you?” you say in a playful tone.

“Mhm,” he hums, tightening his hold on you. After a beat of silence, he speaks up again. “I always know when you’re asleep and when you wake up.”

“Oh?”

“Yup. When you asleep, you’re relaxed, basically jelly in my arms. But when you wake up you tense, and your breathing pattern changes.”

You lightly laugh. “You know me so well, Sho.”

You can feel him smile against your skin, his lips grazing you momentarily. “This’ my favorite time.”

You roll on your back, pulling him with you and letting his body stay molded into you. You hold him against you, relishing under his cold side and pulling blankets back over the both of you.

You settle your hand in his hair, and the second you come into contact, his body melts on top of you, he knew he was a goner. That is his weak spot, and you’ll never hesitate to use it. And just as expected, he’s asleep in seconds. His breathing molding against your body.

It’s kind of a weird position, but you don’t mind. It’s comfortable, and you can already feel yourself starting to fall back asleep.

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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

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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.

[oshiawaseni]

When Katsuki was fallen on the ground…. he probably thought about Izuku rushing to his side and offering his hand to help pick him back up like he’s always done since they were kids

Katsuki needed to see his hero’s kind hand now more than ever... but it wasn’t there, at it’s usual place, outstretched and waiting for him… and he started crying because he realised that Izuku wasn't coming to save him this time…

so Katsuki focused all his resolve on doing his best to be strong for Izuku instead.

“Don’t give up, Dynamight! The guy you’re waiting for will… Deku will definitely come!”

[theophagie]

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

[rhainontheshelves]

{12:30} Shoto Todoroki, 862 words, fem!reader (she/her prns), tw/cw: rape, brief mention of dissociation, just ooc!Shoto in general.

Minors, it is in your best interest to not interact.

--- was exhausted. Mentally and physically. All she could do was hang limp and take the swollen member of her classmate. Tears rolled down her face absent-mindedly; it was long past the days of fighting and begging for mercy. How did this session start? The night seemed like a blur to her. 

The common room was a nice study spot for ---. Especially around curfew, when her classmates were occupied with sleep or getting ready for it. She had plenty of room to wander, pace, stretch; whatever she needed to do to keep herself awake. There were big windows to look out of whenever she needed a break. Possibly the best part was a well-worn couch to curl up in. Her back didn’t take kindly to sitting at the kitchen table for too long. 

Her only mistake studying here was that it was a public space. A place where co-ed was accepted. --- always wondered if she studied in her room, would this even happen? 

As usual, a presence surprised her. She was so immersed in her textbook that she didn’t notice him enter until he was covering her mouth and pulling her off the chair. As usual, he had no problems lifting her and taking her over to the couch, sitting down with her on his lap. His low voice whispered apologies that he didn’t mean; I just need help, you can help me again, right? 

---’s blood ran cold as she felt how hard he was. A wet spot was already soaking through his sweats and into her leggings. It didn’t help that he had snuck two cold fingers into her mouth, poking and prodding at her tongue. As to why he liked this act so much escaped her. The first couple of times was to keep her quiet, but he continued as she resigned herself to not make a peep. 

His warm left hand snaked down her body as his lips attached to the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. He took his time, tweaking her nipples and leaving dark hickies. --- felt her body temperature rise against her will, body reacting to the unwanted attention. Her eyes screwed closed as he finally reached where he wanted to go. See? Isn’t this getting easier? You’re much more wet than last time.

Experienced fingers quickly brought --- to her first orgasm. She hated how well he had memorized her body, every single stimulation she reacted to the most. She was putty in his hands, ready to be molded and formed in any way he wished. Outside of these moments, he subtly weaponized this information he harvested. Light touches, seemingly friendly gestures, pseudo-platonic skinship that set ---’s nerves on fire and her heart into deep despair. He kept a tight hold on her at all times. 

A dull pain brought --- back from her dissociation. She was never quite ready physically when his fairly thick cock entered her. A low groan reverberated down her spine. You feel so good princess. Always so tight for me.

--- wondered how they never woke anyone up or attracted attention. The harsh slap of skin on skin sounded like thunder in her ears. He had ended up bending her over the arm of the couch and drilling into her in doggy, holding her upper arms like vice grips so he could pull her back and get in as deep as he could. Surely his grip would leave bruises in the morning. 

A second orgasm racked ---’s body as his strokes became more and more irregular. Somehow she always squirted when he was fucking her like this. He would always praise her for it too, seeing it as an accomplishment, but --- would feel like death every time. The feeling of liquid slowly rolling down her thighs was something she would never want to feel again if she had a choice.

Nearing the end, he yanked --- up flush against his chest, turning her head so he could get a firm kiss in. He never kissed her until he was on the verge of cumming, mostly because he needed to muffle the long moan he would let out. Finally, --- felt him twitch and then uncomfortably warm cum fill her up. Possibly the worst feeling on the planet. 

He pulled away, a string of saliva bridging the distance from their tongues. For a second, --- could see the lust in his eyes before he let her go to fall forward onto the arm again. --- had no energy to move or to say anything as he pulled out and patted her sensitive cunt. What a good girl. Pussy all filled with my cum. Behave and keep it.

--- waited for him to leave before she attempted to get her bearings. She fixed her clothes and collected her textbook and notebooks. She made sure the couch had no stains and she sprayed air freshener before going up to her room for the night. She went to the bathroom and showered, popping a contraceptive pill before going to sleep. 

And the worst part? She would have to see Shoto in the morning and pretend nothing ever happened.

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

ᗩIᖇᑭOᖇT GOOᗪᗷYE

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, established long-distance relationship

Warnings: None

Word count: 135

{1:32 pm} - He hated this part. This was the part he dreaded from last night into sunrise. The day he'd help pack your luggage and ready the car. How he waited with you at your gate for your plane to arrive.

Always hoping and wish for there to be a delay. Not this time. Not any other time. You know your boyfriend didn't do the mushy gushy stuff but you knew it killed him to watch you go just as much as it killed you too.

"I'm going to miss you." You said through tears. Bakugou cradled the back of your head, his arm around your waist.

Just this once he wanted time to freeze. For you to stay. He locked lips with you, whispering between each kiss. "I'm gonna miss you like crazy dumbass."

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[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:)

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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.

[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.

[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

[mikichko]

bnha masterlist

Katsuki Bakugo

Top (Drabble) 

Warmth (One-Shot) A nightmare has you rushing out of your room in an effort to escape your thoughts. You just don’t expect to find him at your door.

Ochako Uraraka

Suburbs (Drabble)

Shouto Todoroki

Catalyst (Part of the Realeza series) You both knew it would have to end at some time. It seems that time is now.

Mellow (Scenario) Person A and Person B roast a marshmallow over a campfire. || “Why shouldn’t they help themselves, after the way they’d been treated?”

Shinya Kamihara (Edgeshot)

Sleeping HC’s (Headcanons)

Shouta Aizawa (Eraser Head)

[03:23] - Dream (Timestamp)

Sleeping HC’s (Headcanons)

Visitor (One-Shot) A certain Pro-Hero’s taken a liking to you. So much so that he visits you in the dead of night after particularly difficult patrols.

Taishirō Toyomitsu (Fat Gum)

Sleeping HC’s (Headcanons)

Yagi Toshinori (All Might)

Sleeping HC’s (Headcanons)

[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 ! ]