Hi Thinking About Nanami

Post-canon post-recover au transfem touya wowow

i keep seeing you talk abt blue lock and now I am watching it 🙂‍↕️ only on s1 ep 3 tho and this shit is INTERESTING ryosuke is kinda 🫦

waittttt is u talking abt kira??? 😭😭😭 on ep 3????

but yayyyyy join usssss 🌀 become one of us 🌀🌀 join blue lock 🌀🌀 and never leave 🌀

The Black Sun Swallows Whole

shigaraki x reader, scifi au

Consumed by grief after the death of your parents, you throw yourself into researching their killers, a company called The Abyssal Factory lead by All For One, who claim to be for the betterment of society. When you're given the opportunity to fight back against their corruption, you jump at the chance. However, as you get more entangled with your fight against unchecked power, you find that everything is not as it seemed, especially when it comes to the heir to the company, Tomura Shigaraki.

Chapter 1: Vita coming 4.4

“He could strip the trees of their skin and use the charcoal as a pencil and exhaust the earth’s crust of its natural life, and still - still he couldn’t capture you.”

Omfg that was beautiful ❤️🥹

"Was I just the fucking NOTES guy to you??" Part Three / (Bakugo x GN! Reader) (Written)

Bakugo was a smart man.

He knew things that others didn't - and naturally, he caught onto things that others couldn't.

Bakugo was a man who used what he knew and substituted what he didn't. He was resourceful, which means he was useful and that meant he was needed.

He was intelligent, gifted and all the different kinds of things that made people jealous of his inevitable success.

He grew up with a quirk. A powerful quirk. He was told that from a young age, Katsuki Bakugo would grow up to be something incredible. To be one of the most influential heroes the world has ever seen.

-

Bakugo had everything he had ever wanted handed to him. Here he was, twenty five, and one of the greatest heroes Japan had ever seen.

And yet, despite holding the world in the palms of his hands. It wasn’t enough. He needed something more. 

You. 

His highschool love. The one thing that slipped through his fingers. It was nine years ago. 

Nine long, excruciating years.

Though he was too late. He figured out all your cute and cheesy hints, too late - made all the right plans, too late - reached for your longing hand, too late - ached for your touch - dreamt of your lips sliding against his own… simply too late.

He had tried to shoot his shot back then but he was much too late.

But it had been nine years.

Nine whole years since he saw you. And according to Deku, five years since the both of you had broken up.

Surely now, surely now he had his chance. His opening. It was obvious he was still pining for you. 

His heart was yours.

He knew that.

Kirishima knew that.

Deku knew that.

You, knew that.

You knew.

Which is how he ended up finding himself, his lips pressed against yours - just like how a younger Katsuki only dreamt of doing - as he pressed you up against his bedroom wall. 

How did he manage to get himself stuck in this situation? 

He didn't remember.

And he didn’t give a fuck. He didn’t care. It really didn't matter either.

His friends were throwing a party - that’s right. Something about celebrating his “heroic success” or whatever.

Something about inviting his old classmates.

Something about inviting you.

Something about seeing you again, standing there like you were the only person in the room.

It was like the rest of the world melted into nothing as Katsuki stared at you. He didn't realise how much more... how much more you were.

It wasn't more in a bad way.

Not at all.

More. You were just so much. More. He could barely think - let alone place his messed up, jumbled thoughts into coherent words. It was like just the mere glimpse of you had him going insane, a mess of flushed cheeks and racing hearts- and short breaths- and everything. He felt sick, like he was going to hurl all over the carpet but in a good way, y’know?

His palms were sweaty and Katsuki’s head spun. All the lights were too bright and the music was too much. His legs felt like jelly and… shit - were you looking at him? 

Looking right at him with those drowning eyes of yours? 

Smiling at him with that godforsaken smile of yours?

Taking his scarred and calloused palm against the soft skin of your own hand?

Katsuki could write a poem about your beauty - no, he could write a million. He could strip the trees of their skin and use the charcoal as a pencil and exhaust the earth’s crust of its natural life, and still - still he couldn’t capture you. 

Your raw essence.

Your brilliance.

The way you shine and shimmer.

The way your eyes crinkle- and your breath gets stuck in your throat. The pads of your fingertips and the softness of your collarbones, and the dip and curve of you back and- and- and- 

God, he was smitten.

And god.

Katsuki was going to die.

He was going to die again and it was all your fucking fault.

Fucking hell. It was always your fault. 

All of it. 

Everything was your fault.

He pushed himself harder, all because of those melodic words you used to sing to him. How you looked up to him when you were teenagers. 

He worked on himself because you had told him you liked seeing the parts of him that nobody else had.

"I want to see the parts of you that nobody else has."

There was no way in hell that sentence was platonic. God he was such a fucking idiot back then, it was so fucking obvious you liked him. So fucking obvious.

And he missed it.

Like the idiot he was back then.

But he wasn’t going to lose you once more. He would rather tear out his own spinal cord - tendons, ligaments, flesh and bloody bone - then let you slip in between his fingers again. 

-

Katsuki’s breath was hot against your lips, his skin was buzzing with life and his heart pounded in his ears. He felt like if he took a step back he was going to stumble and fall. You looked so… ethereal. In his arms with your lips swollen and your cheeks flushed.

Katsuki leaned down and brushed his thumb across your bottom lip, his gaze softened as a soft smile tugged at his cheeks. 

“I love you.” 

He whispered, voice small. 

“I always have.”

That sense of… being wanted for so long crushed you like a new fish being thrown into its new fish tank- but it was home. 

I’m home.

Here in Katsuki’s arms. The smell of caramel, the feeling of his pulse throbbing against your palm, his imperfect and scarred flesh-

“Perfect.” You whispered under your breath.

“You’re perfect Katsuki.” You mumbled, sliding your lips across his, nails digging into the back of his shirt as he slid a strong hand under your leg, pulling his lips away only to latch onto the soft curve of your neck.

“I love you.” He sighed.

“Never leave me. Never again.”

Part One / Part Two

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thanks for the tag 🫶🏼 @chaoslibra

this is the last line in the jason todd fic i just finished writing

“i love you.”

i don’t have that many mutuals so this is great @ezra1ezra @feralshenanigans + who ever wants to join :))

Ahem!

Writing game: Post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word of that line.

Thank you @sauron-kraut @cilil and @demonscantgothere for the tags!

“Only if you wish to do so, of course.”

From an upcoming fic featuring Míriel and Ilvananís, an OC created by a friend.

No pressure tags: @batsyforyou @fictionfordays @urwendii @asianbutnotjapanese @niennawept @ruiniel and anyone else who wants to join! (I know I'm three short. Alas 😞)

Chapter 04.

♡ twenty three

♡ rivals to lovers / fake dating

♡ cw / tw : -

"We're gonna need a story." Bakugo mumbled as you walked over to him.

"A story?" You tilted your head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"Well they're obviously going to ask us questions in there aren't they?" Bakugo responded dryly, jutting his thumb towards the door, before rolling his eyes at your blatant stupidity. "We gotta come up with a story, dumbass. How we started getting close..." He looked down and gripped his phone tightly, knuckles going white as his voice dropped slightly, "How.. we fell in love..." He finished, meeting your gaze.

Your tongue kissed your teeth as you scratched the back of your neck.

"Okay how about this. You and I hated each other in highschool.” You stood up straighter and failed to notice the way Bakugo bit the inside of his cheek.

‘I never hated you.’ 

“Which - y’know isn't a lie per say.” You continued, “Now we get close during adulthood cause of uh..." Your voice trails off as you scramble to try and figure out where to take your fake dating cover story. 

It's not like you could've said that you and Bakugo were paired up by your PR teams because you were both slipping in the ranks.

Bakugo sighed and spoke up, finishing the story for you. "Rivalry."

You stared blankly at him.

"Rivalry. You know... constantly going up against each other for the number one spot.” He stepped towards you. “And the constant butting heads drew me towards you.” Bakugo’s eyes flickered down your body, “It pissed me off but it was new. Fresh.” before his gaze pulled itself back up to your face, “To have someone who would go head to head with me." He finished, his body mere steps away from your own, his body heat seeping into your own skin.

You stared at him.

Bakugo stared back.

You continued to hold the eye contact before he quickly averted his gaze, the tips of his ears flushing a soft red.

"A-Ahem... anyways. Do we go in?" He stammered, motioning to the door. "After you." Bakugo mumbled, pulling the door open, following in at your heels.

"I'll do the talking. Just. Sit still and look pretty, mkay." You mumbled under your breath.

You didn't catch the way Bakugo froze at your words, and you didn’t catch the way a bright red blush began creeping up his neck.

-

"It's so lovely that the both of you decided to take the time out of your busy days and even busier schedules to come speak to me!" the interviewer smiles, chipper and naive as they come. 

She meets your gaze and smiles.

"Ofcourse!" You say back. 

'Well it's not like we got a fucking choice dumbass. It's either this or suffer at the hands of Tommie and his sleep deprived ass.' 

You force a smile. 

Any more time spent in this small ass room with the smell of caramel seeping into the pores of everything might actually make you go homicidal.

Said source of the scent of sugar had his hand placed awkwardly on your thigh, and it was obvious he was uncomfortable with the whole ordeal. Bakugo was sweating and shifting around in his seat and it was clear to you at least - that the Pro Hero would much rather be somewhere else right now.

Picking up on his nervousness you placed a hand on top of his own.

'I'm here for you.'

Bakugo's eyes flickered to your face, and you smiled softly.

"...They tell me they hate me. And they do this? Is this just them telling me to calm the fuck down. Of course it is Katsuki. Pull yourself together idiot. You gotta make a good impression. Sell a story."

Bakugo exhaled softly and looked up at the interviewer.

"So. What do you wanna know."

-

Bakugo dropped his bag on his bedroom floor and ran a hand through his hair frustratingly. "What the fuck was that interview..." He grumbled under his breath.

Being a famous hero meant that he had eyes on him all the time. 

It came with the job of course.

He was used to the stares and the questions and all of it. He could read the interviewers like a book. It wasn't hard.

But you... You were like some sort of enigma. He just couldn't figure you out. You were strange. 

Treating him with so much care and love during the interview. And yet you hated him! You told him yourself! To his face!

But the whole interview… the soft touches, the longing stares, the whole… thing. If Katsuki wasn’t painfully aware of the fact it was all fake, he would’ve believed the whole thing. That you were in love with him.

That you were in love. With him.

“Love… what a fucking joke.”

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can I req a fic with sae, and the reader and rin are friends, and sae doesnt like it and he’s just really mean to the reader even though she didn’t nothing, and rin goes out and sae forces her into his room n then u can do wtv u want >_<

.ᐟ wrong kind of attention

.ᐟ cw: smut mdni, mean!sae, best friend's brother, degrading kinda

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 (𝑜ℎ, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ) - 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑟𝑎𝑒 𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

You were one of rin’s closest friend. Maybe his only friend but that didn’t matter.

You were at his house at the moment, wearing his jersey because your shirt got wet due to the rain when you and rin were running back home from uni.

What was weird was that rin’s brother was home and he kept giving you these dirty looks. Did he not like you being here? You tried staying away from him, not wanting to get caught up in anything.

“Hey yn, I have some errands to run. I’ll be right back” rin stepped in to tell you. You smiled, waving at him as he left. You were sitting on the couch in front of their abnormally large tv not knowing what to do.

You made your way upstairs, wanting to go into rin’s room to relax but you came face to face with an unwanted presence.

Sae. you looked up at him, expression unreadable, jaw clenched and arms crossed over his chest like he hated you for breathing.

“Why are you here? Rin’s not home” his voice flat and monotonous

You quirked an eyebrow, taking a step back to maintain distance.

“Sorry.. Could you move, please” you said quietly, not wanting to get into it with sae itoshi.

He grabbed your wrist pushing you inside rin’s bedroom. You nearly tripped over your own feet but you grabbed on to the bed before you could fall.

You glared up at sae, whose eyes were dissecting every inch of you, judging you like you’re nothing.

“Why does it matter. I’m not bothering you”

“You are” he stepped closer “your presence alone ticks me off” he hooked a finger under your chin making you look up.

You didn’t know what to say to that. You’d never done anything to him—always polite, always quiet, always careful not to cross whatever invisible line he had drawn in this apartment. And still, every time, Sae looked at you like you were some stain he couldn’t scrub out.

“Rin likes me being here,” you said, softer this time.

Sae’s jaw clenched. “Yeah. I’ve noticed.”

The pads of his fingers came in contact with your chest, pushing you down onto the bed.

“Sae, what’re you doing”

“Trying to find out what rin sees in you” his eyes flickered down to your exposed thigh. Your uniform skirt riding up, exposing the soft skin.

“You’re a dick”

“You haven’t left, yet” was he referring to you leaving the room or the house? Before you knew it, he was leaning down, pressing his lips onto yours.

You should’ve left by now, god, why haven’t you left. Instead, you tilted your head back, giving him better access to your lips. His lips moved against your, they were soft, he tasted like mint. He pulled away, grinning at your dazed expression.

“You like him don’t you?”

“N-no!” what the hell was he on about.

“I see the way you look at him. But don’t worry, i’ll change that” what now?

He straightened his back, unbuckling his belt. Your eyes widened looking at him.

He pulled his hard cock out from his boxers, bringing it close to your face.

“I’m not forcing you to stay here, you could leave” he said, you stared up at him through your lashes, letting his precum drip onto your lips. The salty flavour spreads through your mouth. You leaned up, parting your lips, sticking your tongue out, mouth coming in contact with sae’s sensitive tip.

You wrapped your lips around him, slowly taking him.

“There we go, good” his words went straight to your core, making you press your thighs together. His free hand fisted your hair pushing you all the way down. He groaned at his cock hit the back of your throat.

You clung onto him as he thrusted himself into your mouth at a brutal pace, not leaving any room for oxygen.

Your cries came out muffled, sending the vibrations straight to his dick. Before you knew it, he was filling your mouth up with that salty liquid.

You had held his cum in your mouth, some dripping down your chin and onto your thighs.

“Swallow” he demanded, swiping the cum from your thighs and lips with his middle finger. You painfully swallowed, parting your lips to clean off his finger that he brought up to your mouth.

He leaned down, inspecting your face. You thought he was going to kiss you so you leaned up only for him to push you down onto the bed.

“As if i’d kiss you after you took my dick in your mouth” he scoffed, turning to walk out the door, he stopped right before turning the handle.

“You’re not all that bad.. With your mouth shut” he gave you a cruel smirk before walking out.

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A/n: im so sorry, this is complete ass. i just found out i have to move out in like 3 months and i'm lwk so stressed. but i promised to answer reqs. so here it is. hopefully it's enough enough. i feel a writer's block coming but i'm trying to push thro, lets see.

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