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Dialogues to Kick-start your Chapter/Writer's Block

"Excuse me?"

"Why?"

"Where?"

"How?"

"When?"

"What?"

"No."

"Yes."

"Hell no."

"Hell yes!"

"Fuck off!"

"Fuck me!"

"In what world!"

"Which time?"

"Are you sure?"

"I don't think so."

"Not really,"

"Maybe, if you think about it—"

"What the fuck."

"Okay, catch this (insert ridiculous proposition)"

"So, I'll meet you at 6?"

"For the millionth fucking time—"

"Ya think?"

"This is it, then?"

"Come to my place. Now."

"She's called you. Right now."

"Oh, we're so screwed!"

"Hey."

"Don't do that."

"You've lost it. Completely lost it."

"What were you thinking?"

"I am confident that you belong in an asylum."

"I think you should get some help."

"Shove it up your ass!"

"Piss on it."

"I have a list and you're the top 5."

"I'd never do that."

"I'd definitely do that."

"It does sound like something I'll say, but I didn't say it. I swear!"

"Do you have any idea how hard it is?"

(as a response to the above dialogue ^) "Not harder than me for sure." / "It's not hard. Or else you wouldn't be doing it at all."

"Maybe I just need a little alcohol."

"Smells like jealousy to me."

"Lord, please."

- ashlee

My version of Deku got bonked one too many times in the head after the war and being a prohero...

Are they sparring? Are they fighting? Are they flirting? Who knows :)

"So what if we don't need you? We want you with us. What more do you want? Why isn't that enough for you?"

Because being needed is safer, he thinks. Because someone needing you, that's not something they can easily change their mind about. This is not something that he knows how to explain.

ao3 authors out here destroying me again

(faking it by calypsio)

Katsuki is a clingy Drunk

Katsuki isn’t an angry drunk, nor is he always the life-of-the-party drunk. More often than not, he’s a cuddly drunk. It’s almost comedic how fast he shifts from the personality of a pit bull to that of a golden retriever once he’s had a few too many.

You can always tell when he’s hit his limit. The yelling stops, the cursing dies down, and instead of barking orders or making sarcastic comments at Kirishima, Midoriya, Shoto, or even Denki and Mina, he goes completely silent. It’s like someone hit a switch.

At a gathering, you’ll see him abandon whatever competitive drinking game or loud conversation he was involved in. He’ll stand up mid-round, ignoring everyone's protests, and wander over to where you were sitting on the couch like a moth drawn to a flame. Without saying a word, he’ll grumble a bit, then he’ll flop down on the couch, his head landing in your lap, his body stretching across the cushions.

“Oi, Katsuki! We’re still playing—” Kirishima starts, only to be silenced by your sharp glare you gave him because you did not want Kirishima to ruin this moment, because your boyfriend is so rarely like this.

You can see the others exchanging amused looks—Midoriya awkwardly scratching his head, Shoto raising a brow—but none of them dare say a word while you glare at the group of your friends silently mouthing the words “not a fucking word from any of you”. You’re not about to let them ruin this rare, soft moment with teasing or laughter.

Meanwhile, Katsuki closes his eyes, his gruff demeanor all but gone as you thread your fingers through his messy blonde hair. A contented hum escapes his lips, and he nuzzles closer into your lap, his cheeks faintly pink from the alcohol. He doesn’t say anything, but the way his hand loosely wraps around your knee tells you everything—this is his way of showing he trusts you, that you’re his anchor when the world’s spinning too fast.

“Damn,” Mina whispers under her breath. “He’s so whipped… never through I’d see the day.”

You scowl at her and give her a pointed look. "Shut up," you mouth silently. And they do, though you catch Kirishima stifling a laugh.

Katsuki doesn’t notice—or maybe he doesn’t care. Right now, all that matters to him is you, your lap, and the soothing rhythm of your fingers in his hair.

Original by @diz_korall_DB

smutty prompts cus u asked for it ;)

(holy shii, MDNI please! feel free to use<333 tag me when yall write plsss especially 3! 6, 9,10, 12, 13 fckk. !!)

"that's my good girl."

when they're groaning and cursing into your ear >>>> [very demureee.]

"fuck, you're soaking wet for me, baby."

their fingers curling into all the right places.

leaning back with their legs spread apart as they ask, with a smirk, "are you just going to stare, sweetheart?"

"that's," they groan, pressing their visible bulge over your stomach, "that, darling, is what you do to me."

"do you wish to see me on my knees? Is that it, darling?" [YES. yes. AND YES.]

your heel on their chest, pressing them down to the floor. "Beg. Maybe I'll consider."

^ they kiss ur ankle, and up your calves. "Please, baby.." the desperate tone but that dominant, humiliating fire in their gaze promising something sinister after.

"aren't you such a tease? I'm jerking off to that picture of you, and it's all your fault." [yall read rina kent' books?? rina verse men jerking off>>> fck Aiden and Ronan.]

their fingers tipping ur chin up, caressing your jaw and their thumb slowly parts your lips, dipping it into your mouth!!

^ "that pretty little mouth of yours..." followed by a dark gaze or a chuckle!!! FVKFKDKF.

^ "I'm going to fuck that mouth, baby. may i do that?" [two hands the phone yall]

their proud, predatory gaze on you, their lips curling into a smirk, "you--" they rub the lipstick on your mouth, "are such a pretty mess for me, darling."

"eyes open. keep looking."

^ and in the mirror--it's their large hand splayed across your abdomen, another wrapped around your perking nip. as they thrust into you, hard, slow, deep. their teeth sinking into ur neck.

maintaining eye contact as they gather the wetness from between your legs with their fingers and they're sucking them off with a satisfied hum.

^ "fuck, sweetheart." they smear it all over their lips, breathing heavy, and lean down to kiss you with it!!? [sad core cus i aint experience this yet :']

neck grabs, deep grunts, a desperate rolling of their hips against yours, "you wanna cum, yeah? cum for me, baby."

arms over their head, mouth gaping while they groan, pressing and thrusting themselves up into you. "Just, like that, oh.. god."

Do any other chronically ill or disabled people feel like they're watching themselves rot away due to how little they can do as a result of their conditions

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If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals