#happy heroes fanfic

[1ntotheark]

💤..

hi. take sorta angst-ish fanfic kalo and careful/Xiao ^_^ anyway!! here it is for you kalo and careful shippers!

before you read, this will give a slight spoiler for s. 7.. and i dont have all the names correctly so uhm! YAAAA (im so mentally stabled.) also, I will keep switching careful's name around from Xiao to careful.. enoy ig!!!

I swear i can write better than this.

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The night goes by as Xiao/Careful watches the stars. Another night of mumbling to the stars, talking about his issues as if maybe.. It was Kalo. He sighs as he puts his hand up in the sky, wishing he was still here. It felt like someone had stabbed him in the chest everytime he thought about Kalo, a death he couldn't handle. As if for everyone else, they’ve already somehow moved on, but Careful, it only felt like the days have darkened even more. It felt lonely without Kalo, but he somehow always managed to bottle up the feeling and block it out of the way. Just keeping it all to himself until the night, talking to the stars. Smart and the others had already noticed something was off about Careful, especially the way he reacted after kalos death. They all knew that Xiao was the closest to Kalo, because of how careful made Kalo felt welcome to their home even after nearly killing Xiao, Kalo felt less lonely and called planet Xing his 2nd home. Careful actually felt like he had someone who understood him, not saying the others didn’t.. but he always felt left out, until kalo came around. Even within days, it already felt like Kalo and Careful had met for years. A smile that actually shows happiness without it being “weird” or ugly. A real smile.

Xiao closed his eyes as he sighed, hoping maybe kalo would just.. suddenly appear.

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The silence had gotten loud.

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“Careful.. Careful..!!!” A familiar voice said as they shook Careful, trying to wake him up. Xiao slowly opened his eyes, it was already morning..? Did Careful fall asleep..?? It seems like he slept pretty late last night.. he still felt tired as he slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes, turning to the voice who had woken him up. Careful tries to make out who the figure was due to just waking up.

“Thank god you’re awake.. god, you fell asleep outside for the whole night! I was worried you might have gotten yourself sick or something.. how are you feeling right now?? Why the hell did you even decide to sleep outside..?” The familiar voice said as careful tried to make out who the figure was.. cyan flaming hair.. shades/glasses above his eyes (bro idk what they’re called 🙁).. gray skin tone.. blue eyes.. Xiao's eyes widened as he recognized the figure who was currently scolding him for falling asleep outside. Was this.. real? Xiao slowly tested up as he stared at the figure, quickly pulling the flaming hair figure into a hug.

The flaming hair figure goes quiet as he gets pulled into a hug. He was confused as if he had never seen Xiao act this way.

“..Huh—?? This is.. new..??? Man, are you ok??”  The cyan flaming hair figure asked. Xiao on the other hand remains quiet for a moment before mumbling ‘is it really you.. Kalo..??’. Kalo only stared at Xiao, being even more confused as he slowly hugged Xiao back. 

“Ya..??” Kalo responded before feeling Careful tightening the hug a bit. Kalo on the other hand only felt more concerned for careful as if he had never seen him act this way. Physical touch is definitely not Xiao’s things.. This was definitely something new and odd, though Kalo would only give a light smile before patting the SHORTER FIGURE on the back slowly. They both remain quiet for a moment. It felt like carefuls dream had come true. Kalo was back. He was still confused on how Kalo was back, but he didn’t want to question anything. The only thing Xiao wants right now is just to spend as much time with Kalo as possible.

“Is something wrong??.. Did you have a nightmare or something? You don’t normally act like this, not even to me.. I’m not saying that I’m currently not enjoying your hug, though it feels a little strange for someone like you to hug me??..” Kalo said as he continued to pat him on the back. Maybe this is a one time thing, who knows! Careful only remained quiet as the hug got a bit tighter. He felt like he was about to tear up, but managed to keep his feelings out of this moment. After about 5 mins of Kalo being concerned about the fact Xiao hugged him out of nowhere while remaining quiet, not answering any of his questions, Xiao finally pulled away from the hug. 

“Anything you wanna do together today.?” Xiao mumbled as he looked away. Careful would often stay indoors in his room, just with his Rubik’s cube and Kalo (or maybe Kalo as a Rubik’s cube). Kalo only stared at Careful even more confused and concerned, but yet, also surprised, “You’re not acting like yourself today, are you sure you’re ok?? Are you one of Careful’s doubles???”. Careful looking up at Kalo as he shook his head and lightly chuckled, Xiao noticed that he was acting pretty off today too. 

“Maybe it was all just a nightmare” Careful thought to himself as he remembered kalo’s death. He was relieved that it was all just some nightmare. 

Kalo smiled as he listed off the things they could do,“Well anyway, to answer your question.. I don’t really have any plans today so hmm.. I know! We can train together right now for a bit before maybe going out on a walk!!! After that or maybe while walking, we can stop by somewhere to get a drink or snack!” Careful would just give a light smile and nod in response. Since they’re already outside, they’d only get in position, standing across from each other before getting ready to practice their skills

After the training and stuff, the both of them took a small break before heading out.

As they were walking on the street, Xiao’s facial expression remained the same, but as for Kalo, he was happily walking next to Xiao. Later, he took Xiao’s hand and held it, Careful’s eyes glanced down at their hand before looking at Kalo who was just walking happily. It caught Kalo’s attention that he was now looking at him.

“What? Am I making you uncomfortable or are you still not used to holding hands?” Kalo asked Careful, Xiao only continued to stare at them before the both of them stopped. Careful broke off the eye contact and remained quiet, making Kalo assume Xiao was actually uncomfortable and slowly let go.

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Xiao’s grip tightened when Kalo was slowly letting go of his hand. Careful felt slightly embarrassed for wanting to hold hands with Kalo, so he tried to avoid looking at Kalo. Kalo was even more surprised, but he let out a light chuckle before they continued walking. At sudden points, Kalo would point out some interesting things happening on the street as they walked. Xiao remains silent, his replies would often be his expression on his face. 

They later stopped by an ice cream shop and lined up for ice cream. While lining up, Kalo had to go use the restroom. Xiao tried to tell him to stay for a bit longer, but Kalo ran away a little too fast and went to the restroom. Careful was next up in line for ordering ice cream, he stared as the person in front of him finished ordering, now it was his turn..

The cashier first gave a quick welcome before asking what careful would like. Careful looked at the flavors as he waited and hoped kalo would come back soon. It’s been about 1 minute since Kalo was gone, he had decided what flavor he wanted, but right as he tried to order, he wasn’t able to form any sort of words. It was now looking like a staring contest between Xiao and the cashier. The silence only got louder as the cashier waited patiently, it felt like his anxiety had recently kicked in. Every second that passed by, it felt like it had only gotten worse, praying that Kalo would come back anytime now. Finally, about another minute passed by, Kalo quickly ran back in, now next to Careful and ordered and paid for the ice cream.

After paying and getting their ice cream, they walked out of the store with it. Kalo ordered a watermelon flavored ice cream, while careful had chocolate ice cream. As they continued to walk while holding hands and eating ice cream, they both heard someone scream. Careful quickly ditched everything and teleported his way there. Kalo on the other hand caught Careful’s ice cream and was deciding if he should ditch everything like careful or finish it and not waste money.. he couldn’t shove everything down because he wanted to eat with respect, but at the same time, someone’s life is in danger and they just brought the ice cream. It would be a waste of money..

When careful finally got to the location, a woman was being held hostage as a blade was pointed straight at her. The purple figure was the one holding her hostage and said he wanted to “challenge” a warrior named kalo.. he looked.. familiar.. it looked like he was also from planet Adri star/阿德里星. It suddenly hits him. The purple figure was the same guy who put kalos life at risk, nearly killing kalo on the day he died. Xiao felt his blood boiling, remembering what happened during the day Kalo died.. Strange how someone’s emotions swapped so fast, knowing what the hell someone was planning and quickly went to attack them. Was Xiao strong enough? 

The purple figure noticed how Xiao suddenly appeared close to him as he was getting ready to punch him, though he dodged just in time. Xiao continued to teleport around, making duplicates of himself as anger rushed over him. The purple figure lightly chuckled before managing to figure out which one was the real careful, it looked like he looked over at someone before dodging away, catching Careful’s attention. Before careful could even glance over in the same direction, a poisonous blade-ish thing was thrown and cut him a bit in the arm. Careful tried to catch himself as he was falling from missing the attack, but the cut was suddenly burning. It felt like when you put alcohol over a scar, but even worse. That’s when Xiao remembered that the knife looking-like item was poisonous. PTSD hits hard, he soon realizes that if he doesn’t get up right now, things might end up like during the day Kalo died. He could hear the 2 figures talking and chucking at each other, but he couldn’t make out what it was. 

Careful quickly gets himself back on his feets, getting ready to fight. He made duplicates of himself before they all charged at the 2, trying to attack them. Some of the duplicates manage to miss, but as for others, they were only able to hit the both of them a few times before getting hit or thrown. When careful was about to attack the purple figure while he thought they were distracted by the duplicates, he got caught real fast and was punched in the chest, his body nearly hitting a building wall but someone caught him.

“You should really take a break, I’ll take it from here.” Kalo said with a serious voice tone, but yet gave Xiao a light smile before gently placing him down. Careful’s eyes widened as he tried to stop Kalo from fighting, but Kalo quickly went into attack the 2 figures.. mainly the purple one. They both flew up into the sky and attacked each other. Careful quickly transformed and went to help kalo out by distracting the other figure who looked like a midget.. but ugly as hell.

As all 4 continue to fight, carefuls arm pain only got worse before being forced to put his “robot” away (ion even know what it’s called atp). The 2 fought with each other on foot, but only for carefuls body’s to weaken even more. More and more scars appeared, yet they were covered in poison. It only caught kalos attention as he fought the purple figure, kalo managed to knock him out for a moment before taking care of the midget figure (that’s what I’m gonna call him atp). 

It looked like someone else also had a major anger issue once they saw their closest friend being injured badly. Kalo was NOT forgiving the midget for hurting his bf (best friend.. 100%) like that.

After Kalo took care of the midget, he turned back to look at careful who looked like he was about to pass out. The purple figure chuckled as he morph his hand to the laser beam shooter and slowly powered it up, getting ready to shoot. 

“Say bye bye!” The purple figure smiled. Right as he fired, Xiao quickly dropkicks him, causing him to miss. kalo quickly flew over there and tackled that man to the ground. Kalo sighs as he knew his time was coming close due to how much energy he used while fighting with this purple thing. He glances over to careful as Careful’s eyes widen in fear. Praying it isn’t what he thinks is about to happen. Kalo took off his shades/glasses and left it on the floor, while careful on the other hand couldn’t do anything due to the poison reaction.

“No.. Nono Nono..” careful quietly mumbled as kalo flew up in the sky to space while holding the other bitch in a choke hold. Careful begins to tear up a bit as he remembers what happened.. how kalo died. A panic rushed over him as he tried to get up, but his body was too weak for it. He stared at kalo who was already pretty high up, before an explosive sound occurred.

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Xiao sat up quickly, now in his room and on his bed. He was sweating a lot before holding his head and shaking it. What a horrible, but yet, nice nightmare. 

Careful was hugging his kalo plush as teared up a bit as he breathed heavily, it felt like he just had an out of body experience from his dream. Smart was standing by the door, admiring his beautiful self as always and soon realized careful had woken up. He calmly walked over to Xiao who for once looked like he was about the cry.

“Are you ok?? I found you passed out on the floor outside this morning..” Smart ask. Careful looked over to smart before taking a deep breath in and bottles up the feeling again. He only replied with a nod and looked over at Smart, who seemed pretty concerned for Careful. One moment he looked like he was about to cry, but then the next moment he managed to just push the feeling aside as if that never happened. 

“You know, it’s ok to express yourself right? We all know that Kalo’s death had a huge impact on you and how ‘strange’ you’ve been acting lately. You don’t have to keep everything to yourself, maybe sometimes you just.. need to let it all out, Xiao..” Smart said as he sat on Careful’s bed. Careful only broke off eye contact with Smart and stayed quiet, staring at his bedsheet and hugged his kalo plush tightly. He didn’t know how to respond, but the only thing he could do was nod.

“Just call me when you need anything..” Smart gave a light smile as careful glanced up at him. It reminded him of Kalo. 

Smart got up and walked out of the room, slowly closing the door. As soon as smart walked out, careful opened his drawers and took out Kalo’s glasses/shades.

“I hope you’re in a better place now, maybe one day we’ll meet again in a 2nd life. Still wish you were still here instead of dreaming about you.” Xiao mumbles as if his dreams were the only way he could feel like kalos by his side again.

🌃end.

tags,, ignore.

[bella-babyy]

Percy Jackson is a golden retriever boyfriend

Leo Valdez is a chihuahua boyfriend

Jason Grace is a boy cat boyfriend

[smtere]

-> mha getting into an argument w their s/o:

includes : bakugo, midoriya and todoroki

(a/n) just a reminder that if you've had an argument with someone you care about a lot recently you shouldn't beat yourself up about it - its ok to have arguments with the people you love and whether your in the right or the wrong it always feels better to try and forgive ! <3 I hope everyone reading has a nice day / night and remember to keep smiling !

bakugo : it was an accident but he doesn't want to admit it since he's a stubborn bastard. wouldn't snap out of it until he sees his (s/o) in danger or hurt and would instantly go in to protective mode cause he actually cares about them deep inside despite not showing it. then when he and his (s/o) are in bed and he thinks they’re asleep he’ll whisper a ‘i love you’ and apologise - would never actually admit it to them if they were conscious.

midoriya : ok, epitome of ABSOULUTE CUTIE - first person to admit he is wrong, would apologise profusely and pampers his (s/o) non stop. he feels so bad that his (s/o) can’t be mad at him for long cause I mean, have you seen him. his s/o would have to reassure him for months after the argument that they forgive him as he is definitely going to be feeling guilty for a while.

todoroki : would apologise the next morning and feels so bad cause he feels like he's turning into his father. hugs his (s/o) tightly, scared that they are going to leave. after a lot of reassurance he feels slightly better, his (s/o) having to tell him over and over that it is ok to have fights as couples and that it was perfectly normal to disagree with each other - its what makes us all human.

a/n : sorry this is so short, but let me know if you want me to do any other characters or a different scenario! requests are always open <3

[tired-teacher-blog]

Virgin Pro hero Deku who -despite being a little over thirty- is still clueless as to how he should speak or act around girls.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who is unable to maintain a steady relationship or even keep one going for over a couple of weeks because it never feels right.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who doesn't believe in casual hookups like one night stands, even with the countless admirers throwing themselves at his feet.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who's a hopeless romantic, spends most of his free time fantasizing about a perfect future with the perfect woman and building scenarios after scenarios of the happy life he dreams of having. Only, he can never assign a face to his perfect lady because he is yet to encounter her.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who wishes to one day have a kid of his own, a thought that often visits him but leaves a bitter aftertaste behind, as he is nowhere near it.

Virgin Pro hero Deku whose mind went completely blank for a millisecond before spiraling out of control the moment he saw you as he found himself inexplicably drawn to you, and his pathetic state only worsened since he didn't know how to properly approach you.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who spent weeks following you from afar, has finally found the face to his once faceless perfect woman.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who is a total klutz, was unaware of your eyes following him back, nor of the shy smile appearing on your face everytime you sensed him nearby.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who could not muster up the courage to talk to you, almost passed out the day you spoke to him for the first time.

Virgin Pro hero Deku whose palms became clammy and throat became dry— the moment you stood face to face with him, only nodded to your suggestion for a cup of coffee together as he did not trust his voice around you yet.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who soon came to realize that a mere glance from you is more lethal than the deadliest of villains he encounters daily.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who was certain you are the one for him the moment you laced your fingers with his and pulled him closer for a shy kiss goodnight as you both stood on your doorstep.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who kept smiling like a fool afterwards because the feeling of your lips against his own was addictive, he wanted more but was too shy to ask, regretting his cowardice the moment you walked into your house and closed the door behind you.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who rewinded that moment in his head all night long as he laid down in bed, still smiling while tracing his lips with his fingers and wishing you were there with him.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who couldn't believe his ears when the words "I love you" left your lips one evening, so casually, with a giggle following suit. He grabbed your hands and stared into your soul as he wordlessly anticipated to hear it again, and he did.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who stood nervously before you, eyes roaming your luscious curves while watching eagerly as your dress slid down your body and hit his bedroom's floor, fully exposing you to him.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who was lost at that moment between his burning desire for you, and an extreme embarrassment for the throbbing bulge he could not conceal behind his palms.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who dug deep inside his mind for any distraction that could keep him from cumming hard in his boxers as you dragged him to bed with you.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who moaned loudly against your neck while feeling the softness of your velvety walls for the first time in his life.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who refused to cum before guiding you to your own release, the hardest test he lived through as the overwhelming pleasure you both experienced was too much to resist, it was addictive and irresistible, keeping you both awake all night long as you explored ech other's bodies until you no longer could move a muscle, gasping for air and holding onto the other firmly, unfazed by the sticky mess connecting you together.

Virgin Pro hero Deku who's always been grateful you were his first, is now certain you'll be his last as he blissfully watched you walk down the aisle..

Divider by: @/cafekitsune

[mielplante]

a lil highschool au dabihawks comic <3 🧋

[zelekhia]

Tuxedo Cat :3

I bet when Damian was thinking of names for Danny his new nemesis one of his ideas was Kaito Cat...

[spacebubblehomebase]

Happy Birthday to Damian Wayne!!! A fanart for a fanfic where the brothers got reborn as Reverse Robins and kept all their memories. So Damian, now the eldest, adopted a more cheerful Robin persona knowing that the Gotham before Grayson needed hope and until his other siblings show up, he would have to BE that beacon of light. Though the fic has been in hiatus for awhile.

Not gonna lie, a happy-go-lucky Damian was hard to imagine, but the image of him holding his arms out to comfort a civilian had long been stuck in my mind. In the end, I went with this design that's a lot less sharp, yet more welcoming than his original Robin uniform. With only hints of his true self scattered throughout. I also like how he's doing his best, but it's really not his style. Lol. That's why beneath the mask, he's awkward.

-Bubbly💙

[winter-rossie]

Will is upset. Nico wants to comfort him. He doesn't know how. So, he is saying what Will once said to comfort him. Will finds comfort knowing that his word meant something important to Nico. He is now happy because Will wants him to be happy.

[angels-fantasy]

Congratulations on your followers milestone! Can I ask for the prompt "first fight" with Dabi?

Scars and All

Dabi/Touya x Reader

Details/Warnings: lowkey toxic relationship, arguing, kinda angsty LMAO i'm sorry i cant help but make dabi angsty. hurt/comfort i think, angst to fluff? dabi is trying, okay? also dabi is called touya in this fic!

Word Count: 957

hello thank you sm for your ask and the congratulations :) i hope you like this, i really like dabi bc 1) hes hot lol and 2) hes such a well written character. also i'm going to start writing in all lowercase bc its what im used to and upper case drives me crazy!!

loneliness was something that consumed you constantly. it was a scary feeling sometimes, especially because of the things it could drive someone to do.

you wished you didn't feel like this, but you couldn't help it.

before getting into a relationship with touya, you knew of the lifestyle he lived and how much of his time it took up. at first you thought you could handle it, but over time you soon realized that wasn't true. hours of him being gone quickly turned into days, sometimes even weeks and it was driving you crazy. you really wanted to try and continue to sit compliantly and let him do what he wished to do, but you were at your wits end.

sometimes you wondered why you even continued to put up with him, especially when you knew deep down that he'd probably choose to continue committing villainous acts over your relationship.

but you knew the answer to that-it was because you loved him, and sometimes love can make you do crazy things.

so now here you were; sitting on the old couch in your living room. the edges of the fabric having frayed ends and burn marks here and there from the moments touya let his temper get the best of him.

you can't remember how long you've been sitting there anxiously, waiting for your boyfriend to get home, but you felt your heart beat faster when you heard the front door being unlocked.

you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself to confront touya, who sighed as he walked through the door and his heavy boots thudding along with each step.

he walked over to you and threw himself down on the couch, placing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. moments like this made it hard to stay mad.

he placed a kiss on your temple, "hey. you miss me?"

you fiddled with your fingers as you leaned further into his chest, "of course i did. i'm glad you're home."

he tilted his head down to look at you, "then how come you don't sound happy, huh?" he asked, squeezing your shoulder as he did so.

you frowned, knowing he'd caught onto your bad mood already. he was way too perceptive sometimes.

"i am happy touya, i promise." you insisted, "it's just..."

"it's just what?"

you sat up from your position and faced him, but it was hard to look him in the eyes. "i just wanted to talk to you about something that's been bothering me."

he looked at you for a moment, expressionless, making you even more nervous until he said, "alright, what is it?"

you took a deep breath.

"you're never home touya, and i miss you." you frowned, "i worry about you and when you're gone for so long i get lonely. i miss spending time with you."

he groaned, "babe, do you not understand why i'm gone? or do i need to tell you, is that it?" he asked.

you regretted this now.

"no, i know why but it's just-"

"if you know why, then why do you fucking ask me?!" he yelled, making you shrink into yourself. you two had bickered over things before and there were even times when you needed space from each other, but touya had never yelled at you like this.

you could feel your eyes prick with tears and the lump in your throat grow, "touya don't yell at me!" you cried.

"i'm yelling at you so you get this through your god damn head!" he snapped, "i can't be here, sitting on my ass like you every fucking day. i have shit i need to do to make my plans happen!"

you gasped at his words. did he really think that's all you did?

"you know damn well i don't just stay at home on my ass, touya! i work too!" you said, tapping his chest with your finger as you pointed it at him.

"i buy the groceries! i make the food! i wash your blood stained clothes! i do everything i can, but you don't know because you're never here!" you yelled, taking a deep breath after so you could continue speaking.

you sighed heavily and spoke softly, your energy gone from yelling. "you're never here touya..." you sniffed, letting the tears run down your cheeks. you brought your hands up to your eyes to wipe them away, "i love you, so i miss you. i just wish you were home more so i don't have to spend my nights all alone."

touya was breathing heavily, but sitting silently as he processed your words. he was perceptive, sure, but he wasn't really good with emotions and dealing with people when they were upset.

feeling guilty, he wrapped his arms around your crying figure and hugged you tightly to his chest. he brought a hand up to your head and stroked it gently, shushing your cries. you stayed like that until your crying had become sniffles with occasional hiccups.

"i'm sorry," he said softly, "i'm sorry i'm always gone. i fucking suck at this, i don't know how to be here for you... but i'm going to do better now, for you, okay? i love you too. i don't say that enough."

you brought your hands away from your face and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning your head against his beating heart and closing your eyes.

"as long as you try, touya. i know you're not perfect, and that's okay with me. i love you the way you are."

"scars and all?" he asked jokingly, making you giggle.

"scars and all."

authors note

love ya!

[bkdk-and-extras]

Katsuki has gotten into the habit of drawing hands.

Not just any hands, but Deku's hands specifically. Gag-worthy, he knows. But they wouldn't get out of his damn head, so he figured putting them on paper would solve something.

They were pretty shitty the first time he drew them — a collection of gangly shapes that gave him the stink eye just for forcing it into existence. And Bakugou Katsuki was not shitty at anything, so of course he practiced all that hand anatomy shit (hand bones are weird as hell, by the way).

In the process of hundreds of badly scribbled recreations of Deku's little wrecked-up wigglers, he has come to realize something. Something very, very counterproductive to the reason he started this outlet in the first damn place.

He knows Deku's hands too intimately. Like, more than any person should know about their rival's hands.

Every scar is sketched down onto the paper straight from muscle memory. Each knobby, who-knows-how-many-times broken knuckle rough and so real on the pages of his journals. They're too large around shitty pro hero-themed pencils, with thick wrists and freckles dotting the back of tanned palms. And god, there's at least one of the fucking grabbers in every journal. Some are clenched fists, scuffed from the fight. Others are gentler, rough palms open and reaching out.

Sometimes Katsuki draws his own hand there. Brushing the tips of Izuku's fingers with his. Sliding them together, both broken and battered from years of use, each finger and dip between them the edges of a puzzle piece. And they looked… right. Like they had always fit together. Like two halves finally coming home. Or some shit.

So, least to say, Katsuki has a problem. A very holdable, tempting problem, and he's convinced that if God exists, they are laughing at his pathetic ass right now.

Well. Just don't let the nerd find out, right?

[Spoilers: the nerd would eventually find out.]

@nottspocket made an absolutely beautiful comic based on this!!!! Check it out here it is the greatest thing to happen to me probably ever (this is so so late i thought id already done it fhffhfhfh)

[valewritessss]

Why is it that most of the time they either make Annabeth seem like Percy’s mother or they make her a tool for him to be more angsty and dark and disregard all of her character and trauma? Can we normalize making them equals

[reinedeslys-central]

"Leo, not to offend you or anything, but I can't see shit."

Leo scoffed. "Wow, must be pretty bad if you, of all people, are swearing. Hey, maybe it's because -" quick as a minx, he shot his hand out and -

"Wha- hey!"

-stole the glasses out of Jason's hands. Which is. Something you never do to people with glasses, seriously, Leo? Glasses are literally everything to people who need them?

"- your glasses are dirty as hell, bless your heart. Let me get that for you." Leo continued, unfazed by Jason's yelp and raised eyebrow at Leo, of all people, cleaning.

But as Leo's perpetually grease-stained fingers gently prodded and turned his glasses, Jason found himself wondering if that was maybe unfair of him.

Calloused, nimble hands danced over the wire frames, before pulling a microfibre cloth (and how surprising was that) out of yet another pocket to erase each smudge with care that not even Jason gave his glasses.

They were lying close enough that Jason could see Leo's hunched shoulder and furrowed brow, the sliver of petal-pink tongue poking through the corner of his mouth as he gave Jason's old, tarnished wire glasses the same attention he'd give any of his newest machines. He was close enough to touch the stray curl that fell across Leo's forehead, that he kept blowing away. Close enough to smell that old smell, of syrup-sweet grease and woodsmoke and water. Close enough to hear Leo's pleased little hum as he inspected the frame a final time before straightening and raising his hands to park them right back on Jason's face.

"Better?" He whispered, and Jason didn't reply. He couldn't.

The stars really were beautiful.

"What did you do to these?" He said, finally. "I've never seen this clearly before. Maybe on new-glasses days, but.."

Leo grinned. Jason looked away.

Time and space might have a shot at diluting that burning of his. There was a reason no one went blind watching the stars. But Jason would never be far enough to escape that smile. Like the stars, like the galaxies above, it was about as inevitable as a supernova.

Leo leaned over. "That's the thing, darlin' -" — and Jason's chest went thump — "I've got it all. Perks of being the one-and-only super-sized McShizzle."

Gods. Maybe Nico was right when he said there was clearly no accounting for taste.

He cleared his throat. "Well, thanks anyway. Just.. give me a little warning next time. I could've decked you for stealing my glasses, y'know."

Leo only laughed and leaned back against their blanket. The light from the waning moon fell across him, highlighting his nosebridge, his half-lidded eyes, the spot where his jeans hitched around his knees in his artless sprawl.

Jason let out a shaky breath, and copied him, reclining to give himself a better chance at drinking in the sky.

The stars were beautiful. That much anyone could admit.

..Leo was the most beautiful of them all.

outtake from 'burning like a glowing star', this new valgrace fic I'm writing. (yes, yes I am borrowing vibes from xdinary heroes. the song is called pluto and you should absolutely listen to it).

more stuff: Writing Directory

[nuttersincorporated]

After the Leave Together Ending

The Princess and the Protagonist have left. However, the Long Quiet and the Shifting Mound remain. Of course they do, only a small part of them broke free and left the Cabin together. The Protagonist didn’t kill the Shifting Mound and they left the Hero and the Contrarian behind when they departed.

The Hero was right, the other voices didn’t take long to turn up. The Princesses came too. Some we know from the game and others are new.

At the heart of the Cabin sit the Long Quiet and the Shifting Mound. Look at them one way and you’ll see two separate beings, side by side. Look at them another way and you’ll see them overlap and melded together. No matter how you look, you’ll see that they love each other.

Sometimes, a bit of the Long Quiet or the Shifting Mound will brake away and become their own person. This does not diminish the Long Quiet or the Shifting Mound in any way. If you take something from infinity, you still have infinity left.  Some of those people choose to re-enter the whole, other stay separate.

The Smitten and the Damsel are never far from each other but they do have other friends. The Smitten writes epic poems of courtly love, all dedicated to his beloved. The Damsel sings and paints beautiful pictures. If you ask her, she will paint you and show you what you look like (there are no mirrors in the Cabin).

The Stubborn and the Adversary fight and fight and fight. They’ll stop to chat with the others if anyone wants to talk though. It’s a weird relationship. It would be horribly unhealthy for anyone else but it works for them.

The Nightmare gets a bit of a wide berth from most the others but she is loved too. Sometimes, she rejoins the Shifting Mound other times, she hangs out with one of the newer Voices. He’s called the Phobophilia (lover of fear) and he loves her dark creativity.

The Cold is learning to feel again, the Paranoid is learning to trust and the Hunted is learning how to feel safe.

The Cabin is no longer a prison; it is a heart, a home and a world. It grows and changes to fit the needs of those who live within it. They can leave if they want to but most choose to stay.

If they do leave, it’s almost always a Princess and a Voice together. The only expectation was the Contrarian. The Contrarian left alone; they were also the only one who came back.

The Hero and the Thorn are thinking about leaving together. They’ve been in the Cabin a long time. Hero and Thorn are friends with everyone. They’ve helped make this Cabin a home for them all. However, any of them can do that if they want.

It might be time for a new adventure, outside of themselves and where they aren’t in control of their whole world. Hero and Thorn haven’t decided yet.

There is Cabin in the Woods. The Cabin is a heart and the Woods are a body. They are the Shifting Mound and the Long Quiet. They are one being, they are two beings and they are many beings all at the same time.

This is a love story.

[sannasruins]

never enough

hitoshi shinso x reader

type: angst

warnings: abandonment/ghosting, disappointment, femmenine compliments but gn!reader

a/n: first post in 10 months, this is loosely based on a romance i had last year, it always sucks to be left behind, doesn't it?

word count: 2k

He left.

You weren’t enough for him, or maybe you were too much. You couldn’t help yourself though, it was adoration at first sight with his stark gaze and shockingly deep violet hair.

Maybe he never even liked you in the first place, because if he did, why would he do this?

It was a cold winter day when he approached you, frost creeped at the corner of windows, and small snowflakes drifted down from the dark grey sky. It was probably the coldest it had been that whole season.

Christmas was coming soon. In your college days that meant going out with friends and drinking parties, but now all your friends were dating or married, spending their day off with their loved one. Leaving you, a newly graduated office worker at a top 10 hero’s company, to come in on your day off so that you didn’t spend your night alone in a cold empty apartment.

That was where you first saw him, Hitoshi Shinso, in person at least. Of course you had heard of him, the brainwashing hero, the hero with a villain’s quirk.

You had seen him on TV, on newspapers, in magazines and on social media. Despite having only graduated 4 years prior and only recently advancing from sidekick to hero, he was rising through the hero ranks while being employed at another, bigger and more popular, hero’s company.

He had also come into the office on Christmas, though it wasn’t as sad when he did it, you thought to yourself, crime doesn’t stop for holidays. Your paperwork could have though.

Hitoshi noticed you when he walked into the small office space you occupied that you were occupying, making eye contact with you, before walking into the breakroom that was connected to the office.  You felt heat rise from your shoulders, up your neck and into your cheeks, and you knew that your face must be brightly flushed.

But how could you have helped yourself, when those piercing purple eyes looked right into you, past what felt like every boarder you had up, past every lie you told yourself, and saw you. You felt exposed, and bare, in a way that not even nakedness could compare to.

You rationalized to yourself as you see his figure retreat into the breakroom, the door closing behind him, that it was just all in your mind, he had just glanced at you, that was all. You still couldn’t help but feel your heated face, sighing and putting your face in your hands for a moment before focusing back on your computer and work.

You heard the door to the breakroom open and close again, signaling that he had exited, but you decided to not look up, because your face had just started to cool down from the last time he looked at you with his pretty pretty face and his pretty pretty eyes.

So, you were surprised when something, a chip bag, was plopped down onto your desk Infront of you, with a small jump, you looked up at and saw that Hitoshi Shinsou had just placed a bag of chips from the vending machine in the breakroom on your desk.

“Its cold,” he murmured, and his voice was like velvet and melted chocolate to your ears, sweet and smooth and everything you ever needed. He leaned on the desk opposite you, “the heat isn’t on today, no one was supposed to come in.” he explained further.

You looked at him with a question on your face, it was cold in the office, that’s why you were wearing your coat and scarf still, but it didn’t explain why he had come over and why he had put a bag of chips on your desk.

“Eating helps keep you warm, replenishes your energy.” He answered your unasked question.

You nodded; your ears hot with a blush you thought he could for sure see all over your face.

“Thank you,” you grabbed the bag from in front of you and put it in one of your desk drawers, “I appreciate it Mister Hitoshi.”

He nodded at you, a small smile graced his lips, before he pushed himself off the desk, and left the room, leaving you in a face splitting smile the second you heard the door close behind him.

You squeezed your eyes shut and told yourself to breathe, to calm down, it couldn’t have meant that much, that it didn’t mean that much. And that just because he was so beautiful, heroic and it seemed kind to boot, that you couldn’t get a crush on him, he was just being a nice person, right?

It seemed like Hitoshi Shinsou wanted nothing more than to have you not be rational though.

After that Christmas day where he gifted you a bag of chips in a cold office, he began to be the places you were more often. Smiling at you as you passed each other in the hallway, asking you how your day was going.

It slowly became more, he soon started seeking you out at your desk, talking to you on his breaks when he wasn’t on patrol, it didn’t really matter if you were working, it wasn’t his company but he was still your superior, so he could do as he saw fit. That didn’t stop your coworkers from starting to whisper though.

Hitoshi Shinso would notice things on your desk, knick-nacks or books, and surprisingly to you, he was a fan of some of those things as well, and it felt almost like fate to you. Your similar hobbies, your taste in music, your taste in coffee, it was all so close to his, how could it not be meant to be?

It didn’t take long after his desk visits started for him to get your phone number, and the two of you would call, only on his schedule though, he was the busy hero who had to work odd hours, so it wasn’t surprising and quickly became normal for you to be awoken at 3 am from a call by him, asking to talk. It wasn’t his fault you were tired in the mornings and it started to affect your work, you didn’t mind if it meant you could spend time with him.

You finally one day, after getting home from the office, worked up the courage to ask him if he would like to hang out on his next night off, maybe to go out to the movies, to dinner, anything would be fine with you, as long as he was there. And to your pleasant surprise, he agreed, but then told you he had tonight off, and to give him your address, he would be there in 30 minutes.

You panicked, this amazingly beautiful man who you thought was so out of your league was coming over to your apartment? In 30 minutes? You weren’t ready, you looked frazzled and tried after a long day working, and your apartment was messy. How could you make both yourself and your apartment presentable in that little of time?

You texted him back, “okay, that sounds great! I live at XXX, apartment number XXX :).”

You rushed to pretty yourself up, putting on nicer clothes in comparison to the office clothes that he has only ever seen you in, and quickly tried to tidy your apartment.

You were shoving clothes and boxes into a closet when you heard the doorbell ring, and with one last push you got them in and quickly closed the door behind it before it could all come tumbling back out onto you. With a quick brush of your palms down your clothes to smooth out any wrinkles from your outfit, you went to the door excitedly.

There he was, the tall man with tired eyes, and he was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. His socks didn’t match.  It didn’t look like he was planning on going out with you tonight, but that’s okay, it wasn’t a date, you had asked him to hang out, not to go on a date, so its fine.

You invited him in, he complimented you.

“You look pretty tonight.” His voice was like honey and salve, soothing away all your mental pains, “you look really nice outside of those florescent office lights.”

He smiled at you, a dimple in one of his cheeks, and his tired eyes crinkled at the edges. Your heart melted. How could a man this perfect ever exist?

The two of you played board games that night, him beating you badly at all of them, all the while, smiling at you and telling you that you were lucky you were so pretty. You didn’t mind him insulting your intelligence like you would have when most people do it, all it did was make you bush and look down, because you were happy, he called you pretty.

He left that night with a parting hug, you had told him to get home safe and he thanked you for having you, and then pulled you into a hug. You were so startled you almost didn’t hug him back, but you gave him a quick squeeze before seeing him out the door and closing it behind him.

You were obsessed, he was all you could think about, your friends got tired over how often you would text them about him but you didn’t care because you were so happy that his attention was yours, that he had set his sights on you.

He came over to your apartment a few more times, and the two of you even started watching a tv show together, he had recommended it and told you he wanted to watch it with you.

He sat on your couch, and when you sat further away than where he wanted, he pulled you to him, and put his arm around your shoulder.  

He smelt like cigarettes and it made your nose scrunch but you tried to not let it bother you too much, he was perfect in literally every way, and he liked you, he liked you enough to call you, to flirt with you, to cuddle with you on your couch and watch a tv show together. You could deal with a little cigarette smell.

And you started to get hopeful, hopeful for something more, that maybe you could join your college friends and by next Christmas, not be spending it alone but be spending it with a rising hero, someone so amazing had made time for you, had noticed you, thought you were pretty, beautiful, desirable.

He kissed you good bye when he left that night, just a quick peck, but it had you on cloud nine for the entire next day.

As quickly as his attention came, it left.

At first you tried to tell yourself that he is a pro hero, that he is busy, that he doesn’t always have time to text you, to call you. But the spaces in between texts grew longer and longer, hours turned to days, and days to weeks.

You were watching him slip between your fingers and no matter what you said, no matter what invitations you made, or witty jokes you told, he simply was non-responsive.

You didn’t see him at work anymore either, besides occasionally seeing a glance of him in the first-floor entrance, he never came to your branch of the building anymore. Those glances hurt so bad, but you couldn’t help but look, he was still so perfect, and you don’t know what you did wrong, no matter how hard you wracked your brain for an answer.

Your friends told you he used you, or at least tried to. And the whispers at work didn’t stop for quite a while, poor you, not too long ago you were going around telling everyone about how much you like him and how sweet he is. How could you never notice that he didn’t talk about you the same way.

You weren’t enough, and you were too much.

He didn’t like you.

And he left.

[detectivenyx]

i hate cinemasins so much you would not believe

[aizawasdumbwhore]

they say liking My Hero Academia is cringe but actually I feel like the coolest person in the whole world so-