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Until death do us part

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Anime: Hunter x Hunter Character(s): Kurapika, original character Word Count: 2k Warnings: death, reference to genocide, personality disorder Notes: First in a series of my OC, Miyako Zoldyck. I'm starting this series at the end and then starting at the beginning, so bear with me.

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Kurapika and Miyako arrived in a beautiful clearing of a dense, deciduous forest. It was springtime, and wildflowers covered every inch of the ground where the sun shined. Birds sang out of view and the sun was warm on their faces. In the center, turned away from them, was a tall, dark figure. He had messy black hair and was dressed in a loose white collared shirt and black pants. You could see his spider tattoo peeking from under the collar of his shirt.

"It's him," Miyako was the first to break the silence.

The figure slowly turned around and his light grey eyes met Miyako's. "Isn't it romantic? This is the very field where we first met all those years ago. Back then, it was winter. I think I liked it more that way," he mused aimlessly. "Hello, Max," Miyako responded without emotion. "Why so formal? After all, you and I have come past any formality, darling-"

Kurapika cut in, "This isn't the time for idle chitchat. I'm sure you know why we are here."

"Ah, the lone survivor of the Kurta clan. We really must stop meeting like this. People will start to talk," Max winked at Kurapika.

Miyako looked at the flowers at her feet. This wasn't her time to talk, even though she wished she could speak to Max before the inevitable death of the only person she ever truly loved.

Kurapika kept his cool, "You were there, at the massacre of my people."

Max chuckles, "Ah, indeed I was. Sometimes I dream of the look on their faces when I-"

"He's lying," Miyako interrupted, "He didn't kill anybody, he helped with the harvest."

Kurapika looked at Miyako, then back at Max. He didn't like her choice of words, but what she says is true. The wind sent waves through the flowers and rustled the tree branches. "To deal with the aftermath instead of participating in the act makes you just as guilty. You had an active role in the genocide of my brethren, and you must atone for it." Kurapika's eyes turned red and his chains appeared on his right hand.

Max seemed unphased, and turned his attention over to Miyako, expectantly. "Do you not remember our promise, love?"

Kurapika doesn't move, but his focus has shifted to Miyako.

"Let me do it. Let me kill him," Miyako responded to Max's prompting.

Kurapika looked over at Miyako, "This is my fight and I-"

"I made a promise to him. We made a promise to each other. 'The first to die will only fall by the other's hand.' That way, we would have the certainty that the other was dead," Miyako said, with conviction. "My loyalty may have shifted, but my heart remains attached. I won't break this promise, or I won't be able to live with myself."

Kurapika paused. His gaze shifted to Max, whose full attention was on Miyako as if they were alone. He didn't know their past together or how it started. He knew that up until the Yorknew auction, they had been in a romantic relationship, with plans for marriage once she had her father's approval. After the Yorknew auction, her father had told her not to mess with the Phantom Troupe. He knew there was more to the story, but Kurapika was smart enough to not press any further. Miyako's true loyalty lies with her family and her family alone. To her, anything they say is absolute.

"If for any reason I am unable to continue the fight, please step in," Miyako continued, "but I shall not withdraw by your command."

Kurapika stepped back. "Is your resolve truly strong enough to kill him?"

"Yes."

Max smiled, "That's my girl."

Miyako calmly walked up to Max until she was inches away from him. He smiled down at her while she looked up at him- her face was emotionless, but Max had learned to know what she was truly feeling. She didn't want to do this, but she knew she must. She reached up and hooked her arms around his neck and he slipped his arms around her waist, lifting her up slightly. He whispered in her ear, "I will find you in the next life, and the one after that, and the one after that. I love you."

"I love you too," Miyako paused. "Would you rather fight or have me just... do it?" Miyako never asked her targets what they would prefer. She would simply kill them, not uttering a word until they were dead. She didn't see Max as a target, she saw him as she always has. She was simply an ally fulfilling her promise to him before Kurapika would inevitably take his life. She wasn't doing it for Kurapika. She was doing it for him.

Kurapika watched from afar. He couldn't fathom why she would still show affection to him after learning what he had done. She said that she was on his side and was only with him to have closure, but he doubted her words. As long as Max is dead, Kurapika will be satisfied.

"Your choice, my love," Max responded as he released Miyako from his grasp. "I don't wish to hurt you, but if that's what you choose..."

Miyako stood in silence for a while, listening to the wind. Max watched her and admired her beauty, for it will be the last time he will get to see it. Her eyes were as black as the night sky, with light hidden in them, despite all of the death and tragedy she has been through. Her hair was a perfect split- half black, half white. He knew how to bring color to her pale face and a smile to her lips. Perhaps he was the only one. He couldn't fight her, and he hoped she would understand. Her inner turmoil was great, and he often found himself wishing that he could do more for her troubled mind.

"You won't fight back?" Miyako assumed.

"You caught me," Max laughed halfheartedly.

She lifted her hand up to his chest and felt his heartbeat. It was as strong and reassuring as it always was. "I think I will take your heart."

"It was always yours."

She stepped back. She calmly walked past him, and suddenly his heart was in her hand. Max turned around, smiling at her.

She looked at the heart, still beating in her hand. Her throat was dry as she turned to make eye contact with the love of her life.

"In joy and sorrow,"

"In sickness and health,"

"Until death do us part"

Max fell forward lifelessly into Miyako's open arms. She held him for a minute, then laid him down into the flowers. She leaned over to hug his lifeless body one last time.

Silent tears streamed down her face as she made eye contact with Kurapika across the field, her eyes devoid of life.

Her hair had turned as white as snow.

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Kurapika watched his companion and was taken aback. Her hair... was completely white. He had only read about people’s hair turning white when they were overcome with grief or as a psychological shift. He underestimated the mental impact of her killing Max. 

Everything was quiet. Miyako could no longer hear the birds singing, or the wind in the trees. She wiped the tears off of her face, slowly rising. 

It took everything in her to keep her composure. She didn’t know what to do with herself. Max's blood was still warm where it had spilled on her chest when she held him for the last time.

Kurapika started walking towards them. Miyako didn’t take her eyes off Max until he stood directly across from her, on the other side of Max’s corpse. 

Miyako was the first to break the silence, voice shaking as she reported, “It's done.”

Kneeling down to confirm Max’s death, he responded, “do you want my help burying him?”

Miyako shook her head, and Kurapika handed her the shovel he brought. He watched silently as she buried Max’s lifeless body. Before covering the grave, she reached under her shirt and pulled out the black half of a yin-yang necklace. Carefully unclasping the silver chain, she removed her necklace and leaned over Max’s body. She reached under the collar of his shirt and revealed he wore the other half. She connected the two halves and placed them back under his shirt, right over where she had replaced his heart. Not like that did anything. Methodically, Miyako began to cover him with earth. 

Once she was done, Miyako walked over to Kurapika and let him hug her, holding her head to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into her hair. 

“No, you aren’t.”

“I’m not sorry he died. I’m sorry that you had to do it,” Kurapika clarified. 

Miyako was silent. She wished she could scream but her voice was silent. She wished she could cry and sob and fall to the ground but she just stood there, accepting Kurapika’s affection. She pulled herself away from him, walked back to his car, and sat in the passenger seat. As they drove away, Miyako tried to formulate words to express her feelings. 

Kurapika interrupted her brooding. “Let’s go back to Yorknew. We can regroup and decide-”

“I want to go home.”

Kurapika reset his GPS. They were only a couple hours away from the nearest airport. “What are you going to do?”

Miyako thought for a second, “I think I will go back and spend time training with my family. I’ll pick up some jobs here and there, I guess. I need to remind myself who I am.”

“Are you sure that going back is the best way to deal with your grief?”

“Grief is weakness. If I am to be an assassin, I need to be able to move on.”

“Miyako. You aren’t weak. Having emotion is what makes us human.”

Miyako closed her eyes. She didn’t feel human, at least not anymore. How could a human commit such an atrocity as killing the person that they are closest to simply to avoid someone else doing it? How was Killua strong enough to continue to travel with Gon? What did he have that she didn’t? He helped Gon escape the Phantom Troupe. She cut off one of the spider’s legs. She doubted the troupe would come to make her pay- after all, Max walked confidently into his death. That was something Miyako could never do. She finally severed her connection to the spiders as her father recommended. Would he be proud? 

They drove in silence for the rest of the journey. There was simply nothing to say. Both of them were wondering where they would go next. She didn’t feel bitter toward him. If anything, she felt closer. This disturbed her a little, but he was there for her. She’d follow him wherever he went.  Eventually, Miyako slept, trusting Kurapika with the rest of the journey. He was one of the few people who she felt safe enough to sleep around.

-

Sometime later, she felt Kurapika’s eyes on her and woke up. They were at the airport. “I already bought your tickets and sent you the information,” he explained. “It’s the least I can do. Let me know when you are back with your family.”

She looked at Kurapika. She could see the slightest bit of red in his eyes. He was taking this harder than she thought. He was holding back out of respect for Miyako and her feelings. How childish of her to think that she was the only one affected.

She reached across the center console and pulled him into a hug. He didn’t resist. “Thank you, Kurapika. Please get some rest,” she said as she hugged him tighter, then let go. She wasn’t used to this much physical affection. She didn’t know what was getting into her. 

Kurapika was taken aback when she let go. She never initiated affection. Not even with Max. 

She got out of the car and looked at Kurapika one last time with her dead eyes, as dark as coal. She was different, not just in her appearance. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on why. 

Miyako turned and walked away without looking back. Kurapika watched her disappear into the crowd of travelers.

This wasn’t the same Miyako he met at the Hunter Exam.

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There is a type of plot that is prevalent in YA books and starting to get into general lit that I do not like. It is a similar trope to the MacGuffin, but instead of the plot being driven by an object, it is driven by the characters being in some sort of situation with formally fixed stakes.

Just as a MacGuffin is an object with no specific properties that affect its importance to the story, the identifying characteristic of this plot is that exact nature of the situation is irrelevant or at least not very important.

A very common example is when characters are involved in some sort of game or competition—for example, the first Throne of Glass book involves the protagonist competing to become the king's assassin, but the plot of the book would need to change very little if the competition was a beauty pageant.

"Gamified" plot lines like this often also include MacGuffins (to drive the "game"), confirming the tropes' similarity in my head.

The other common example is the "magic/superhero/assassin school" plot. The "school" is often just a device that brings the characters together and keeps them on a predetermined track, but there's nothing about what the characters are learning or even the school's specific identity as an educational institution that affects the plot.

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Collei having new friends... 🥹🥹🥹

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Hiatus is over!

Brace for impact- Clam is back!

Hello to my handful of followers! You know me for my mha fanfics and other commentary posts on all things anime-related. I have left Tumblr for a long time due to a lack of inspiration and feeling like my writing was going downhill. Alas, one has to write badly to write well. I love to write, and recently I have only been writing for school.

I am going to start posting original character content! I am writing a series (not one-shots like I always do) for them. I doubt they will get as much traction as my other posts, but if this was for notes, I would be writing something else. 

I will still take requests! My ask box is open for all, and I will reply and write based on what you guys want to see. Just because my main project is for an OC doesn’t mean I won’t do other things. 

The first character I am writing for is my OC from Hunter x Hunter. She is an addition to the Zoldyck family with identity issues and a strong sense of loyalty. I love her a lot, and I hope you will too! More about her will be revealed in her story. Frontloading information is not my style. Show, don’t tell! 

I’ll see you on my next post <3

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Until death do us part

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Anime: Hunter x Hunter Character(s): Kurapika, original character Word Count: 2k Warnings: death, reference to genocide, personality disorder Notes: First in a series of my OC, Miyako Zoldyck. I'm starting this series at the end and then starting at the beginning, so bear with me.

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Kurapika and Miyako arrived in a beautiful clearing of a dense, deciduous forest. It was springtime, and wildflowers covered every inch of the ground where the sun shined. Birds sang out of view and the sun was warm on their faces. In the center, turned away from them, was a tall, dark figure. He had messy black hair and was dressed in a loose white collared shirt and black pants. You could see his spider tattoo peeking from under the collar of his shirt.

"It's him," Miyako was the first to break the silence.

The figure slowly turned around and his light grey eyes met Miyako's. "Isn't it romantic? This is the very field where we first met all those years ago. Back then, it was winter. I think I liked it more that way," he mused aimlessly. "Hello, Max," Miyako responded without emotion. "Why so formal? After all, you and I have come past any formality, darling-"

Kurapika cut in, "This isn't the time for idle chitchat. I'm sure you know why we are here."

"Ah, the lone survivor of the Kurta clan. We really must stop meeting like this. People will start to talk," Max winked at Kurapika.

Miyako looked at the flowers at her feet. This wasn't her time to talk, even though she wished she could speak to Max before the inevitable death of the only person she ever truly loved.

Kurapika kept his cool, "You were there, at the massacre of my people."

Max chuckles, "Ah, indeed I was. Sometimes I dream of the look on their faces when I-"

"He's lying," Miyako interrupted, "He didn't kill anybody, he helped with the harvest."

Kurapika looked at Miyako, then back at Max. He didn't like her choice of words, but what she says is true. The wind sent waves through the flowers and rustled the tree branches. "To deal with the aftermath instead of participating in the act makes you just as guilty. You had an active role in the genocide of my brethren, and you must atone for it." Kurapika's eyes turned red and his chains appeared on his right hand.

Max seemed unphased, and turned his attention over to Miyako, expectantly. "Do you not remember our promise, love?"

Kurapika doesn't move, but his focus has shifted to Miyako.

"Let me do it. Let me kill him," Miyako responded to Max's prompting.

Kurapika looked over at Miyako, "This is my fight and I-"

"I made a promise to him. We made a promise to each other. 'The first to die will only fall by the other's hand.' That way, we would have the certainty that the other was dead," Miyako said, with conviction. "My loyalty may have shifted, but my heart remains attached. I won't break this promise, or I won't be able to live with myself."

Kurapika paused. His gaze shifted to Max, whose full attention was on Miyako as if they were alone. He didn't know their past together or how it started. He knew that up until the Yorknew auction, they had been in a romantic relationship, with plans for marriage once she had her father's approval. After the Yorknew auction, her father had told her not to mess with the Phantom Troupe. He knew there was more to the story, but Kurapika was smart enough to not press any further. Miyako's true loyalty lies with her family and her family alone. To her, anything they say is absolute.

"If for any reason I am unable to continue the fight, please step in," Miyako continued, "but I shall not withdraw by your command."

Kurapika stepped back. "Is your resolve truly strong enough to kill him?"

"Yes."

Max smiled, "That's my girl."

Miyako calmly walked up to Max until she was inches away from him. He smiled down at her while she looked up at him- her face was emotionless, but Max had learned to know what she was truly feeling. She didn't want to do this, but she knew she must. She reached up and hooked her arms around his neck and he slipped his arms around her waist, lifting her up slightly. He whispered in her ear, "I will find you in the next life, and the one after that, and the one after that. I love you."

"I love you too," Miyako paused. "Would you rather fight or have me just... do it?" Miyako never asked her targets what they would prefer. She would simply kill them, not uttering a word until they were dead. She didn't see Max as a target, she saw him as she always has. She was simply an ally fulfilling her promise to him before Kurapika would inevitably take his life. She wasn't doing it for Kurapika. She was doing it for him.

Kurapika watched from afar. He couldn't fathom why she would still show affection to him after learning what he had done. She said that she was on his side and was only with him to have closure, but he doubted her words. As long as Max is dead, Kurapika will be satisfied.

"Your choice, my love," Max responded as he released Miyako from his grasp. "I don't wish to hurt you, but if that's what you choose..."

Miyako stood in silence for a while, listening to the wind. Max watched her and admired her beauty, for it will be the last time he will get to see it. Her eyes were as black as the night sky, with light hidden in them, despite all of the death and tragedy she has been through. Her hair was a perfect split- half black, half white. He knew how to bring color to her pale face and a smile to her lips. Perhaps he was the only one. He couldn't fight her, and he hoped she would understand. Her inner turmoil was great, and he often found himself wishing that he could do more for her troubled mind.

"You won't fight back?" Miyako assumed.

"You caught me," Max laughed halfheartedly.

She lifted her hand up to his chest and felt his heartbeat. It was as strong and reassuring as it always was. "I think I will take your heart."

"It was always yours."

She stepped back. She calmly walked past him, and suddenly his heart was in her hand. Max turned around, smiling at her.

She looked at the heart, still beating in her hand. Her throat was dry as she turned to make eye contact with the love of her life.

"In joy and sorrow,"

"In sickness and health,"

"Until death do us part"

Max fell forward lifelessly into Miyako's open arms. She held him for a minute, then laid him down into the flowers. She leaned over to hug his lifeless body one last time.

Silent tears streamed down her face as she made eye contact with Kurapika across the field, her eyes devoid of life.

Her hair had turned as white as snow.

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Kurapika watched his companion and was taken aback. Her hair... was completely white. He had only read about people’s hair turning white when they were overcome with grief or as a psychological shift. He underestimated the mental impact of her killing Max. 

Everything was quiet. Miyako could no longer hear the birds singing, or the wind in the trees. She wiped the tears off of her face, slowly rising. 

It took everything in her to keep her composure. She didn’t know what to do with herself. Max's blood was still warm where it had spilled on her chest when she held him for the last time.

Kurapika started walking towards them. Miyako didn’t take her eyes off Max until he stood directly across from her, on the other side of Max’s corpse. 

Miyako was the first to break the silence, voice shaking as she reported, “It's done.”

Kneeling down to confirm Max’s death, he responded, “do you want my help burying him?”

Miyako shook her head, and Kurapika handed her the shovel he brought. He watched silently as she buried Max’s lifeless body. Before covering the grave, she reached under her shirt and pulled out the black half of a yin-yang necklace. Carefully unclasping the silver chain, she removed her necklace and leaned over Max’s body. She reached under the collar of his shirt and revealed he wore the other half. She connected the two halves and placed them back under his shirt, right over where she had replaced his heart. Not like that did anything. Methodically, Miyako began to cover him with earth. 

Once she was done, Miyako walked over to Kurapika and let him hug her, holding her head to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered into her hair. 

“No, you aren’t.”

“I’m not sorry he died. I’m sorry that you had to do it,” Kurapika clarified. 

Miyako was silent. She wished she could scream but her voice was silent. She wished she could cry and sob and fall to the ground but she just stood there, accepting Kurapika’s affection. She pulled herself away from him, walked back to his car, and sat in the passenger seat. As they drove away, Miyako tried to formulate words to express her feelings. 

Kurapika interrupted her brooding. “Let’s go back to Yorknew. We can regroup and decide-”

“I want to go home.”

Kurapika reset his GPS. They were only a couple hours away from the nearest airport. “What are you going to do?”

Miyako thought for a second, “I think I will go back and spend time training with my family. I’ll pick up some jobs here and there, I guess. I need to remind myself who I am.”

“Are you sure that going back is the best way to deal with your grief?”

“Grief is weakness. If I am to be an assassin, I need to be able to move on.”

“Miyako. You aren’t weak. Having emotion is what makes us human.”

Miyako closed her eyes. She didn’t feel human, at least not anymore. How could a human commit such an atrocity as killing the person that they are closest to simply to avoid someone else doing it? How was Killua strong enough to continue to travel with Gon? What did he have that she didn’t? He helped Gon escape the Phantom Troupe. She cut off one of the spider’s legs. She doubted the troupe would come to make her pay- after all, Max walked confidently into his death. That was something Miyako could never do. She finally severed her connection to the spiders as her father recommended. Would he be proud? 

They drove in silence for the rest of the journey. There was simply nothing to say. Both of them were wondering where they would go next. She didn’t feel bitter toward him. If anything, she felt closer. This disturbed her a little, but he was there for her. She’d follow him wherever he went.  Eventually, Miyako slept, trusting Kurapika with the rest of the journey. He was one of the few people who she felt safe enough to sleep around.

-

Sometime later, she felt Kurapika’s eyes on her and woke up. They were at the airport. “I already bought your tickets and sent you the information,” he explained. “It’s the least I can do. Let me know when you are back with your family.”

She looked at Kurapika. She could see the slightest bit of red in his eyes. He was taking this harder than she thought. He was holding back out of respect for Miyako and her feelings. How childish of her to think that she was the only one affected.

She reached across the center console and pulled him into a hug. He didn’t resist. “Thank you, Kurapika. Please get some rest,” she said as she hugged him tighter, then let go. She wasn’t used to this much physical affection. She didn’t know what was getting into her. 

Kurapika was taken aback when she let go. She never initiated affection. Not even with Max. 

She got out of the car and looked at Kurapika one last time with her dead eyes, as dark as coal. She was different, not just in her appearance. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on why. 

Miyako turned and walked away without looking back. Kurapika watched her disappear into the crowd of travelers.

This wasn’t the same Miyako he met at the Hunter Exam.

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Running Up That Hill

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I’m back! I’ve seen people in my ask box and I am finally realizing that people still see my stuff and want content from me. I’m working on a long Kurapika x reader fic right now so I figured why not upload something small.

Everyone, I present to you, a new fic

Bakugou x Reader who isn’t doing well mentally

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Anime: My Hero Academia  Character(s): Katsuki Bakugou Legend (y/n = your name): gender neutral reader, quirk not mentioned Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: it’s a bakugou fic, so there is going to be cursing. mentions of bad mental health.  Soft bakugou because i say so.

Notes: This turned into a really self-indulgent fic, so I’m sorry. I also havent written in forever so it’s going to be a little shakey. Prepare for bad grammar because I don’t feel like proofreading. Soft bakugou because i say so. 

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Bakugou has always worked hard in school to be at the top, so at first, he doesn’t understand why you are struggling

You’re in UA after all, didn’t that mean that you prepared to study and work hard? Didn’t you know it wouldn’t be easy?

So when he sees you sleeping in class and not studying, he’s confused.

He thinks you’re just being lazy at first but he starts to see your frustration in yourself

Why couldn’t you just study like a normal student? Why couldn’t you just focus? 

He gets onto you about studying and getting out of your room in his usual brash manner, but you just laugh it off

When he catches you crying while trying to do Present Mics homework, he really starts to worry

You loose the twinkle in your eyes and your uniform always seem messy

He’s not really great at the whole “mental health” thing but he’s willing to learn

He’ll show his support mostly through actions

No matter what, he’ll stick by you and if anyone says anything they’ll have him to answer to

Enough of this, let’s get into the fic

You’ve been struggling with mental health since you could remember. It’s always been a part of your life, and you’ve always managed. You thought that by going to UA, you wouldn’t have the time to be depressed or anything because you were going to be busy training to be a hero. You were so very wrong. 

It’s not like anybody really cares though. You put yourself into this situation and you couldn’t expect anyone to get you out of it.

Well, that’s what you thought before Bakugou started barging into your room after class. You weren’t particularly close with him. He was always a bit much, but recently you had gotten to know him better. At first it was just in training when Iida assigned you as partners, but then you started hanging out in the kitchen while he was cooking and eventually you started talking about music and sharing playlists. 

You were surprised that he even paid attention to you because nobody ever really did. You had a hard time really getting along with others and you never really tried to improve it. You went to UA to be a hero and if people didn’t want to be friends, then fine.

He started coming into your room just to yell about the mess (while dropping off clean laundry for you) and complaining that you never came to dinner anymore (he accidentally has an extra serving of food) and pestering you about not taking notes in class (and leaving his notebook in your room for you to look at his notes). He motivated you to keep going, even when it was rough. He was there for you, even when nobody seemed like they were. 

But one day, it got really bad. Like, really bad.

You were curled up on your bed, crying, overwhelmed and feeling desperately alone when he walked in. You flinch into your pillow, expecting him to scold you just like everyone else does. But- his shouts never came. Maybe if you just stayed still, he would go away. Maybe if you were quiet enough, he’d let you stay in your misery. You screamed in your head for him to go away, but in your heart of hearts, you wished he would stay.

“Y/n... I know you are awake. Don’t fuck with me. Sit up,” he commanded, but his heart didn’t seem to be behind his words. He seemed- worried.

You remained still, holding your breath.

“I don’t like to repeat myself.”

 Go away go away go away go away go away go away go away

You hear him walk towards you. You hide your face in your hands, trembling, wishing he would just leave. 

He opens your curtains with one swift movement and daylight assaulted your cavern of depression for the first time in days. You peek from between your fingers, and he is staring right at you. But- his expression is soft. He’s looking at you not like you were weak, but with a kind empathy that seemed foreign to his features. 

“Y/n, what’s happening?” he asks as he shifts his weight and seems almost- uncomfortable. You realize that connecting to people wasn’t really his thing.

You realize how much he is putting himself out there for you. Maybe he doesn’t deserve your silence. 

You slowly sit up. Your hair is a mess, clothes are several days old, and there are tear tracks smearing your face like child’s watercolor painting. But, he didn’t seem to see that at all. 

“I- I’m sorry-” you mumble, trying to fix your appearance, but he comes forward and stops you. 

You look up at him, he’s so close to you, holding both of your wrists in his hands. He doesn’t seem to notice. “It’s okay, I’m here for you. I don’t care if you look like shit or whatever, it doesn’t matter right now,” he almost whispers to you.

“okay...” 

He lets go of your hands and wipes the tears out of your eyes. He’s being so tender, and you have no clue what you did to warrant this behavior from him. Why is he being so nice to you? 

He sits down next to you, ignoring the mess on your bed. “Can you please tell me what’s been going on? You seem so vacant recently, and at first I thought you were just having a bad week but- it’s more than that now, isn’t it?”

“I-”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it. Let’s get this cleaned up, okay?” he gestures to your room. It doesn’t seem so bad now. 

It’s okay. He’s here. You can do it. You can be strong.

You get up and he puts on some music to listen to. It’s your favorite band. Slowly but surely, he cleans up your room with some help from you. The entire time, you two never exchange a single word, not even a glance. You wondered what could possibly be going through his head. Was he judging you? Was he regretting coming in? You couldn’t bear to think about it. 

Eventually, everything had been cleaned. It wasn’t nearly as bad as it looked. 

“I’m going to go make you some food, you should get washed up while I’m gone” he finally breaks the silence. 

You didn’t respond. As he was turning to leave, you reach out and grab his shirt. He immediately stops in his tracks. You realize what you had done, and draw your hand back sharply and look at the ground. You couldn’t bear the thought of him leaving now. 

You look sheepishly up at him, and ask him to stay. You want to talk to him. 

He sits down and you slowly open up to him. He doesn’t say anything the entire time. You talk about everything and nothing. He’s such a good listener, you never realized how comforting he is. You never really bothered to look past the rough exterior. 

Eventually, you had no more words left to give. Everything you had pent up inside you was out. 

He reaches out towards you and pulls you into a hug. “I had no clue that you were going through that. You are so important to me and everyone else, even though it may not seem like that. Please don’t hide from me or anyone else because we will always stand by you. You are loved, y/n, and don’t ever forget that.”

You don’t think you will ever forget. Not anymore

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MAEMAE!

An AU where Todoroki gets hit with a quirk which divides him into two people. The red hair Shoto is the flirty sassy half and the white one is the cold (ukwim) Todoroki (see what I did there? 'Shoto' and 'Todoroki',,,,,,,sorry). You don't know how it happened; you were literally besides him when it happened but ???

So now you gotta deal with it and watch out for the Todoroki's so Endeavor doesn't notice and skins everyone alive.

Ruth ur gonna kill me- IN A GOOD WAY i've just never written Todoroki before and this is going to be a challenge. I'm eager to do it though, I have seen so much fanart where Todoroki has been split into two people--- [also yes i see what you did there-- very clever ;) ] anyway, lets see how this goes!

I’m going to do a full on fic without headcanons because that feels more natural for this request. 

Part of a Whole

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Anime: My Hero Academia Character(s): Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, and Katsuki Bakugou Legend (y/n = your name): gender neutral reader, quirk not mentioned, Pro Hero AU Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: none, slight cursing, flirty Todoroki  Notes: OUT OF CHARACTER TODOROKI!!! Yeah i’ve never written him before and now writing him split in half? DAMN ITS HARD!  I’m wracking my brain trying to remember his mannerisms and behavior, then polarize it. 

I will also maybe redo Todoroki’s banner because OH MY GOD i hate it so much and its off center im going to cry but i don’t have time to fix it rn

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Endeavor is going to kill me.

You stand speechless. The battle was continuing around you, but it fell on deaf ears. Mouth hanging slightly open, you look at Todoroki. Well, Todorokis now. You blink. Nope, still two of them. 

Fuck.

Todoroki had split in two. One sported a full head of fiery red hair and looked like he was ready to take on the world. The other had beautiful white locks hiding downcast eyes. Your gaze lingered on the second Todoroki. He slowly raised his snowy head and his soft grey eyes pierced your skull. The amount of hatred that came from his eyes- you knew it wasn’t because of you, but it was enough to snap you out of your daze. 

You whip your head around and check the surroundings. Nobody had noticed, but you couldn’t spot what had caused the split. Your partners look like they have the situation handled relatively well.  They rounded up the villains, but of the ones that were caught, you didn’t think any of them did it. 

"OI, RED RIOT” you call out to your former classmate, now pro hero. When you have his attention, you continue; “SHOTO AND I NEED TO GO, LIKE RIGHT NOW. I WILL EXPLAIN LATER, CAN YOU HANDLE THIS?”

He smiles and hits his fists together, “Of course, y/n!!!! You did great, go do what you need to do!”

“Don’t think that you will get out of paperwork you extra!!!!!” you hear Dynamight yell over to you. 

Shoving the ‘rokis out of sight, you laugh and assure Bakugou that you will be doing your fair share. You take off the top layer of your costume and use it to cover the firey Todoroki’s hair and shoulders. 

“We need to get out of here,” you tell the twins quickly, but they were still getting a grip on their new forms. 

“Oh, y/n~~ so eager to leave the fight? That’s not very heroic... </3″ the redhead teases while you fix the cloak around his head. He leans closer to you, just centimeters away from your face. “So desperate to be alone with me... I guess I can make an exception...” 

You do a double-take. What. The. Hell. Was Todoroki... flirting with you??? You give the garment a rough tug to make sure it was secure and push him away. “We don’t have time for this. Let’s go.” You look past the now-pouting Todoroki over to the silver one. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine.”

Brushing off his coldness, you start walking into a nearby alleyway. They both follow you, but the ice king keeps his distance. The other, you couldn’t shake if you tried. Lucky you.

“Y/n~~” the redhead savored your name like honey right off the comb. “You have such a beautiful name, I could get used to saying it more often ;)” 

You hear a scoff from behind you. Biting back laughter, you navigate the alleyways and side streets, heading for your nearby apartment. As you walk, you adjust your hero costume and tend to your wounds. The twins were miraculously unscathed. 

You feel a pair of silver eyes on you as you struggle to dress your injuries. Without a word, you feel his cold hands on you and you stop in your tracks. He doesn’t look at you once while he’s helping you with the medical supplies he carries in his hero costume. As soon as he’s finished, he started walking away. It reminded you of how he was when you first met him. Smiling, you continued on. 

What could have caused this? you think to yourself. You retrace the events of the battle in your head. There were five villains, all very powerful. Kirishima and you were dealing with two of them, but trying to keep the civilians safe at the same time. Todoroki and Bakugou had taken three of them head-on. It was so hectic, that you just had to trust your teammates that they would be okay, you had so much to do. It was when Todoroki had been split from the group that it happened. 

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“It was a mistake to try to take down the top heroes,” you chided the villain you had subdued. “What a shame, what a shame...” When you had finished tying the villain up, you signaled Red Riot that you had finished up. You were running to help the others since you had taken your opponent down relatively easily when a flash of light caught your eye. You switched directions, remembering that Todoroki was fighting in that area last you checked. 

Avoiding the debris that was falling around you thanks to Dynamight, you quickly found the source of the light. There, behind an overturned bus shelter, were the Todorokis.  They both looked dazed but were slowly regaining consciousness. You were so taken by the situation that you forgot that you were fighting villains. Your objective immediately turned to helping them instead of the fight around you. All you could think about is what will happen to you if Endeavor finds out. 

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Looking back, you should have assessed the situation quicker and identified the quirk user before tending to the twins. Todoroki is tough. It will take more than a strange quirk to really hurt him, but you had always been protective of him. Something in the way his eyes gleamed when he used his fire and the tone he would talk in when he was serious. Well, more serious than he was normally. He had always been there for you and you were there for him, whether he wanted you or not. 

You deduced that this was the effect of a quirk, and it should wear off soon. You estimated that the longest it could stay like this was a week. It would probably wear off in his sleep, but you were curious to see what it looked like wearing off. 

Looking back at the twins, who were now chatting with each other. Well, it was more like the redhead was doing all the talking. He had draped himself over the silver-eyed boy and was talking about a new topic every sentence. The icy boy felt your gaze on him and looked up at you. His expression may have seemed indifferent to anyone looking, but you could read his body language like a book. He was practically screaming at you to get the other off of him. You smile and laugh at the situation. He rolls his eyes and slides his foot forward and sends ice in your direction. You jump out of the way and stick out your tongue playfully. If it wasn’t for your training with him, you would have gotten hit. It was just like old times. That sure was Todoroki, albeit a lot more guarded. and, well, cold. 

The other noticed your interaction and perked up. “Hey, y/n, me and myself were talking” he nudges the other, hoping he would recognize his joke, but the pale boy just kept walking. Rolling his teal eyes, he continued, “You can call me Shoto like you usually do when we are alone, but call him Todoroki so you can address us specifically!!!” He runs up to you and gets uncomfortably close and whispers “~~ I’ve always liked how my name sounds coming out of your pretty little mouth.”

You swing your fist at him but he catches your wrist and uses your momentum to pull you closer into a hug. He lifts your chin up and says in a sultry voice, “we can’t have that, can we darling?” he tuts and was about to say something else when Todoroki separated you two and flipped his other self onto the concrete. Shoto surprisingly didn’t fight back but just hopped up onto his feet and continued talking to his twin like nothing happened. 

Eventually, you find the back entrance to your apartment building. You remove the firey boy from your arm, blocking out all of his advances as you get closer to the door. He huffs as you punch in the passcode to the door. Todoroki had been over to your apartment a million times, you paired up pretty frequently, not to mention you two were really close. You had been since high school. 

You hold the door open for the silvery twin, and as he walks past you could feel the temperature go down, but not from his quirk. This was going to be fun. 

And by fun, you meant torturous. 

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Haaaiii I came across ur posts again and each time I read ur stuff I get so happyyyyy. Anyway I was wondering if I could request another bakugou x reader? The reader is someone who loves to eat like deadass will eat a for two meal alone. It could be for their quirk or not like they need the energy but I just love the idea of reader just slamming two whole fuckin prime ribs and bakugou watching enamoured. Like "yup that's my s/o my fuquin royalty". He just loves someone who can eat well. I guess the ask works better with a fem reader but if you want it to be gn! It's okay! ok thank you have a nice dayy <33

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY STUFF!!!! I keep seeing you in my notifications and I'm always happy to see that you like my most recent posts, even if they aren't MHA related. I really appreciate you sending me an ask!!! I really like this idea. I think Bakugou would LOVE an s/o that eats a lot. He would cook for them and- OOP I GOTTA SAVE SOME OF THIS FOR THE FIC LMAO

I feel like my blog is turning int a primarily Bakugou x reader blog- NOT THAT IM COMPLAINING I guess I write him well-

Bakugou with his s/o who eats a lot

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Anime: My Hero Academia Character(s): Katsuki Bakugou Legend (y/n = your name): gender neutral reader, quirk not mentioned Word Count: 964 Warnings: none, fluff, description of eating meat Notes: This one got away from me. Ribs are actually one of my favorite foods, at least before I became vegetarian. I couldn’t stop smiling while writing this, I really hope you enjoy it!

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Bakugou LOVES that you can eat. Like *really* eat. 

Even if it’s not related to your quirk, he will still love it

if anybody ever gives you shit for eating a lot, they will have him to answer to. 

He’ll deny that he blasted their face off for you, saying that “their voice was annoying” or something lmao-

he canonically can cook well, so you KNOW hes going to cook for you

He loves to try new recipes with you and see how well you like them

if you like spicy food, its over. He will marry you on the SPOT

He really enjoys watching you eat. He’ll finish his food and just watch you eat, totally head over heels

that’s the one thing that he will never tease you for, even jokingly

He’s taken note of all of your favorite foods

when you need a break from school/work, he’ll come in with food and you’ll enjoy it together

food based rewards while studying

BAKUGOU has spent all afternoon in the dorm’s kitchen cooking for you. You’ve been training all day and studying for finals that you haven’t had time to relax or take care of yourself. He knows how much you eat usually and figures that you’d probably be starving half to death by the time you get back. 

Class 1-A’s usual loud banter has toned down to a hush in the common room when they see Bakugou focusing. Denki and Sero have been just watching him cook until he threatened them with a knife- they were mesmerized by how precise he is in the kitchen and were baffled by the little smile on his face while he cooked. except for when he was cursing the instructions for being too vague  He had worked really hard to get everything just right for you. 

When you had finally come back to the dorm, you were beat. You were hungry, tired, and done with the world when you dragged yourself through the common room. Halfway through your death march to the showers, you found yourself grabbed by a heavenly scent. You round the corner to the dorm kitchen to see Bakugou bent over something you can’t see, but can certainly smell. Meat.

“Bakugou?” you crane your head in effort to see what he is working on as you walk towards him.

He turns around and scoffs half-heartedly, “Hey idiot, welcome back- are you hungry?”

You smirk knowingly, Bakugou would never ask you that if he hadn’t made something for you, but he would never admit it. “Yeah, I’m starving...” Your eyes wander over to the concealed dish that had captivated your senses. 

“Well in that case, you’re lucky I made too much food- you can have some if you want” he looks down and there is a very tiny hint of blush on his cheeks. 

Mina and Denki, who are watching from around the corner are having a heyday trying to stay silent. Denki is definitely filming.  Bakugou takes a mental note to beat their asses later and moves to the side, revealing three racks of barbeque ribs, your favorite. You practically fall over when you see it. 

“You made this for me????” you ask, genuinely touched that he would make that for you when he had studying of his own to do. 

“Don’t flatter yourself. Just come over and sit down-” he motions to the stools by the island counter. Two plates and silverware sets have been laid out. 

You pinch yourself dramatically and tease, “am I dreaming? Did Bakubro really make dinner for me???” You laugh as Kirishima’s nickname for your boyfriend comes out of your mouth.  

“Tch, just shut up and sit down before I make you-” he mumbles as he brings the plate to the counter. 

“Yes sir-” you happily remark as you sit down and stare at the ribs. They look delicious. 

He sits down and you both grab a rack of ribs. “Thank you Bakugou~~” you coo as you separate the first rib. 

You both eat in silence, totally focused on the food in front of you. It was heavenly. It was cooked perfectly and the meat was tender. It came right off of the bone without you having to coax it off and Bakugou chose the perfect sauce to compliment it. 

Bakugou finished his ribs pretty quick and was satisfied to just watch you finish. When you had demolished your rack and had peeled every last piece of meat off of the bones, you looked over to Bakugou sheepishly and glanced at the second rack. 

“Go ahead y/n, I made that extra one for you,” He rolls his eyes and smiles as he watches your face light up as you move it onto your plate.

You eat the next rib with the same ferocity as the first one. The entire time, Bakugou’s eyes never leave you. He loves to watch you eat. He’s glad you have such an appetite, no matter the reason. Cooking for you is one of his favorite things to do, it lets him show his love and appreciation for you in a way that he knows how to. 

When you finish and have wiped the sauce from your mouth and fingers, you smile at Bakugou. He averts his eyes and mutters “come here idiot” while he reaches out to you. You hug him tightly and you just enjoy being in his arms when he whispers into your hair. “I’m so proud of you. I know how hard you are working and you deserve to relax and enjoy yourself. I will always be here for you, y/n”

You feel your cheeks heat up as you bury your head into his shoulder. 

Maybe if you work this hard, Bakugou will cook for you again.

Just maybe. 

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Alsmsmsjd I kept quitting on this post and coming back to it all day well hERE IT IS

So @gravity-light and I were spouting autistic hcs at each other at 1AM last night, here’s the Comprehensive List of your favorite kids

Have you ever lost sleep because you’re overstimulated by your environment?

Shinso has huge fucking eye bags I rest my case

Shigaraki scratching his neck? That screams “unhealthy stim”

Autistic Kirishima aka Somebody get the boy a chew necklace

He must cHOMP

He’d rip them to shreds though tbh I mean have you SEEN those chompers?

They never last more than a few days

Sero probably gives him one made out of cement as a joke

But the jokes on him bc Kirishima actually uses it

They gotta tell him to stop tho because “dude, you can’t eat rocks”

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT MIDORIYA

THE BOY DEFINITELY HAS A LOT OF AUTISTIC TRAITS

The muttering

The thirteen(13!) journals about his lifelong special interest in heroes

The extreme awkwardness

The full body stimming

Also please consider: Autistic Yuga Aoyama

I love this headcanon so much and it pains me that there’s so little content for it

(So there’s a lot of self indulgent hcs ahead w h o o p s)

There are two reasons he eats in the classroom instead of the cafeteria during lunch:

One: cafeteria is Loud and Crowded and Bad and he gets overstimulated

Two: classroom is Familiar and Good

That’s also why he so often isn’t seen in battlefields(USJ, forest training camp, etc.). My poor boy can’t handle all the sensory input and hides

Very kinda hates himself for it, and calls himself a coward for hiding as soon as the fighting breaks out. He wants to help the others, he just,,,,,

Aaaaaaa

Cheese as a comfort samefood? More likely than you think

Definitely has fashion and French culture as SIs

His armor acts as a pressure stim so that he can handle himself better in battles(he didn’t have it in the forest camp so he panicked and hid)

He’s very socially inept, save him

And let’s not forget about Denki and Mina!

They don’t have autism, per se, but Kaminari has ADHD and Mina has ADD

They’re both obsessed with vines, and it’s their primary method of communication

Denki also rly likes Star Wars

His favorite is The Empire Strikes Back

He most definitely makes the Bakusquad binge it with him

He doesn’t let it on but he’s a huge disaster bisexual nerd

Save him

Mina’s a disaster pansexual nerd

She likes rly rly soft things(look at her hero costume)

And slime videos, obviously

She also likes melting things with her acid, it’s a Good Stim

Tsuyu….. raptor hands…. need I say more

Yes I do

Listen….. she loves frogs

But you know what she loves more

Owls.

She knows everything about them, from eating habits to obscure urban legends regarding them

Probably got her parents to let her have a pygmy owl

An auditory stimmer

Listens to the same song on repeat for five hours

Hums to herself 24/7

Absentmindedly taps fingers on any surface within arms reach

Actually,,,,, you know what she loves more than frogs and owls combined?

Ochako Uraraka

But listen…… Tsuchako is THE autistic lesbian ship

They share their stim toys and are gay

There’s only one sense that matters to Uraraka and that is taste

She’s surprisingly adventurous in what she’ll eat

But don’t fuck with her eating routine, this girl is going to eat oatmeal with sprinkles and a glass of water/apple juice for breakfast EVERY DAY with NO exceptions

She may be open to eating new foods, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a giant list of foods she will not eat under any circumstances

Don’t even think about making her eat mushrooms, tomatoes, chili, raisins, “banana flavored” candy, spicy fo

Next up: Iida

Look I see no logical explanation for everything he does except him being autistic

God I could probably make a post compiling all the arm movements and other mannerisms he does(which, by the way, is MOST DEFINITELY HIM STIMMING)

Also his formal speech and large vocabulary?

I’ll give you one guess

(Hint: it starts with an ‘A’)

I really like gravity-light’s idea that Iida loves his quirk bc avoid getting stuck in the student traffic and by extension avoid all the noise and people crowding the halls

Once the bell rings he nyooms

Everything Must Be Categorized

He works best when things are color coded

Everything has a folder, all the folders go into a binder, binder goes in his backpack

routineroutineroutineroutineroutine

Only spoke in echolalia until he was like,,,, at least 5

Still quotes movies a lot as responses to things

Also didn’t speak for a while, almost until he started school

I have two words for y'all:

Mei Hatsume

She’s the autistic-est

And the ADHD-est

(She has both)

If you’ve seen her on screen for more than two seconds you know exactly what I’m talking about

Gadgets and tech as a special interest

Has been very into STEM since she was a little kid

She probs makes her own stim toys/messes with her gadgets to stim

Loves using power tools, especially drills

Sometimes she doesn’t even use the drill she just watches it spin

Definitely wears her ear defenders everywhere she goes

Even in quiet places where she doesn’t need to, she loves the feeling of them hugging her head

Anyway Tumblr says I’ve hit my text block limit so let’s wrap things up here, I’ll continue with a reblog of this.

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@revelryinthedarkreblogs

Growth 🌱

Getting emotional over them hours.. also excuse my bad calligraphy :') wasn't in the mood for typing

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BNHA Visuals

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha images #mha screencaps #mha screenshots #mha visuals #mha backgrounds #bnha images #bnha screencap

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Sup!! (As you already know, I really love your writing hehe...). So as to the writing itself, how do you do it? What's your writing method? Do you write it down, or just type as you go?? Do you use the Writing Process™ and/or the Editing Process™ + Editing Marks™? (Sorry for the many questions! <3 [Again]).

HI RUTH HI HI HI :3

im lowkey kinda annoyed that you asked this but whatever- i'd do anything for you my fellow kurapika simp <3

you should definitely be in my ask box more often so i can share your genius~~~

My writing process

So as to the writing itself, how do you do it?

I mean- I type keys and they make letters- IM JUST KIDDING it's the accumulation of my ego and my need to share my ideas. I write to share my emotions with the world, albeit indirectly. I've always written and enjoyed it. Stories, speeches, essays, fan fiction, character analysis, journals, I've been doing it all since I could pick up a pencil. So it's difficult to really say how I do it so I will be answering your questions the best I can <3

What's your writing method? Do you write it down, or just type as you go?

My "method" is not really a method, so to speak. If I am writing a character for fanfic, I will put on a playlist based on that character to listen to while I write. I feel like I can connect with them better through music. I'm so scared of writing characters incorrectly that I do the most to make sure that I am true to them. I will read other people's work too, to see how they portray them. If I am doing a more complicated piece or I need to fact-check, I will usually have their wiki page open too. When I write, I usually sit down knowing what I want to do, or the vibe, or the general idea of the piece. Inspiration strikes me at the most random times. I'll be washing dishes and then BOOM INSPIRATION. I'll be chatting with my friends and then BOOM INSPIRATION. I'll be on a walk and- well you get the idea lmao. I will write my ideas down sometimes in my drafts and get back to them later. I usually just do it all in one sitting though.

Do you use the Writing Process™ and/or the Editing Process™ + Editing Marks™?

Dude my English teachers from my entire life would SOB if they saw how I write. My friend, I don't even remember the writing or editing "process". I am a firm practicer of "do what makes you happy" so I just do it my way. I write mostly digitally so there is no need for editing marks. When I edit things on paper, you bet I use editing marks. I mostly edit other people's things from class or presentations so I have a lot of experience with editing marks. I'm the one everyone has look over their stuff so I would say I am a pretty damn good editor. Autocorrect also helps me because I am illiterate <3

I hope I answered everything well <3 feel free to ask more questions!!!

#writing #creative writing #ask response #fanfic #fanfic writing #idk what im doing anymore yes more hashtags for the algorithm

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hello! how are you? i really like your hcs and writing! Could I please request an imagine/hc of how bakugou would react to his s.o coming to him crying in the middle of the night? Thank you, have a good one!

OH MY GOD MY FIRST ASK!!!! I am so honored <3 im so glad you like my writing :3 Also what a cute ask!!! I'm going to base this one off of my last writing but *way* more romantic themes <3

Bakugou comforting his crying s/o

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Anime: My Hero Academia Character(s): Katsuki Bakugou Legend (y/n = your name): gender neutral reader, quirk not mentioned Word Count: 490 Warnings: none, comfort/fluff Notes: I am so sorry that this is super short. I *just* did something similar to this so it was hard to do something original. I’m also really uninspired in general teehee-

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he'd be a lil grumpy but overall really comforting

we know he loves his beauty sleep </3

but that doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t wake up for you

he told you that you could come to him, after all

he’s just suprised that you actually listen to him

he hates to see you cry/uspet

will literally do anything to make you feel better

a simp

anywho, if you came to him, he would let you in

we all know he’s a softie deep down

but he would *never* show it that easily

enough of that let’s get into the fic

BAKUGOU wakes up to a soft knock at his door. Groaning, he rolls over and checks the time. He stares at the digital clock for a second and blinks the sleep out of his eyes. It’s 12:53pm. 

“this better be important..” he mutters while walking towards the door. He adjusts his tank top and rolls his shoulders before opening the door. 

He’s about to shout obscenities when he sees you standing on the other side of the door. You’re staring at the ground, shoulders hunched, hair covering your face. You slowly lift your gaze and Bakugou’s face instantly softens. Your  complextion is distorted from tears and you look like a kicked puppy.

“Oh, babe, what’s wrong?” He asks gently, pulling you into a hug. You two stand in the hallway for a couple beats and you bury your head in his chest. You try to tell him what’s wrong, but nothing comes out and you start crying harder. “Oh y/n... it’s okay now. I’m here. Come on.” 

He picks you up bridal style and carries you into his dorm. He’s about to just drop you on his bed when you grab his shirt and hold on for dear life. He chuckles at your little act of defiance and sits down on his bed while still holding you.

“Hey idiot,” he whispers into your hair, “it’s okay, you can let it out. I’m here to protect you”

You take a deep breath and slowly talk about what’s wrong. He listens quietly, taking in every word. When you’re finished, he sets you down next to him and faces you.

“Baby, look at me. I want to see your pretty face…” he lifts up your chin so you are eye level with him. You stare into his comforting crimson eyes. His usual scowl is replaced with a look of genuine concern for you. “I will always be here for you. Nothing can ever change that. You will always be number one in my eyes, you got that idiot?”

You nod feebly as the tears trickle down to a stop. 

“Good, now come here and get some sleep,” He opens up his arms to you and pulls you back onto the bed so you are laying in his arms. 

You listen to his steady heartbeat until you finally drift off to sleep. It’s okay now.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DENKI!!!!

god i love him so much... i mean, how can you not love him? He’s so perfect <3

nobody AND I MEAN NOBODY does it like he does. king shit.

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