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saiki believes in the dark reunion, pass it on 

i found a new picture of my girlfriend today,

shes so pretty <3

“wdym ‘she’s my favorite character’ shes a side character who never shows her face and doesn’t even have a name”

i dont care what anybody says, she is SO CUTE

NONE OF YOU ARE EXEMPT FROM THIS 🫵

saiki comp ‼️‼️

this is for a very niche audience but hear me out: 90s quirkless!dabi

high school is rough. always has been, even back in 199X. homework, a goth boy staring you down in the hallway, and which store to go to at mall on saturday with your bffs <3

dabi is mall goth. baggy pants, smudged eyeliner, dyed, unkempt black hair, wallet chains, etc etc. here are a few references below the cut, as well as the rest of the list of hcs.

here ya go. the best goth subculture /j

next, get this: you're not goth at all. you shop at limited too. you wear bright colors and butterfly clips in your hair. but opposites attract, right?

it started with overhearing a rumor on your way to your biology class. "did you hear? the goth boy's got a crush. i feel sorry for the poor thing that caught his eye."

dabi didn't have the best reputation. for starters, the last person who called him touya was beaten so badly he wound up in the hospital. people already avoided him before that, but now everyone was scared to be within ten feet of him.

you didn't have anything against dabi. he was just rough around the edges and a little violent. you're not one to defend breaking peoples bones but hey, what can you do?

so you make sure to keep your distance. you smile politely in the halls when you catch his eyes on you. you wave when you see him in the lunchroom. you let him borrow a pen in your literature class. small things you thought were simply polite, but dabi found them to be little acts of kindness he never thought he would receive from someone as pretty as you.

then, you found a note in your locker. it was torn straight from a notebook and had a love letter written in some of the worst handwriting you've ever seen, although you could tell the person had made an effort to make it readable. all it said was "thank you".

a little cryptic, but still sweet, seeing as you knew who's awful handwriting it was.

you were supposed to pair up with a classmate in your lit class the same day. without hesitation, you went over to dabi and asked if he wanted to be a group. you got quite a few stares. no one had ever willingly paired up with dabi for anything ever.

as you peer reviewed his paper, you made little notes in the margins about what he should fix and tried to make polite conversation.

"oh! i got your note. you don't have anything to thank me for though." he froze.

you had never seen him with any emotion on his face except anger until this moment. he was blushing and obviously nervous.

"do you uh... wanna go to the mall with me on friday?"

dabi hangs out a lot at the mall, not shopping, just kinda hanging around with his friend tomura from another school. it was just you and him that friday though.

he brought you to his favorite stores and to yours as well. it was quite funny seeing dabi in any store outside of hot topic, to be honest. the bright colors of the 90s didn't suit him at all.

when he actually brought you to hot topic, you weren't completely sure of what to say. some of their stuff wasn't that bad, actually.

you left the mall that day with matching spike bracelets. dabi's was bright pink, yours was black.

he walked you home from the mall, having you arrive promptly at your curfew. you held hands the entire walk back to your house.

you look back on those days fondly. now, after time has passed, not much has changed. dabi still uses razors to cut his hair and wears the same studded belt he bought back in 1992. you still wear the sweatshirt he got you on your carnival date in '95. nothing has changed and you don't ever want it to.

this is my annual a Yaku Morisuke appreciation post

ohmg i - everyone just admire him <3

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋;

➵ kita shinsuke x f!reader ➵ contents: in which you start crushing on a stranger in a photo

it’s on a slow day when your curiosity finally gets the better of you. your cleaning had taken you close to the wall next to the cash register. it’s dotted with picture frames- celebrities, the boss’s brother, special occasions, the boss’s brother again. ever since you were hired not long ago, you’ve quickly learned to recognize who the regulars are. you’ve never seen anyone gulp down rice balls quite like miya atsumu does.

there’s one frame in particular that always catches your eye though, and you can’t count how many times your eyes have wandered to it. it’s not particularly eye-catching compared to the clientele that the wall boasts, but it’s unique in that it’s one of the few that wasn’t taken in the restaurant.

“what’re ya gapin’ at?”

Keep reading

next chapter will probably be posted around wednesday!

ive started writing it so hopefully ill be done within the next few days

<3

— 1 missed call from [Name] —

Realistically, he knows he shouldn’t call you back. Ignore the missed call, head back to bed, and forgot you forever. Forget the romance you once shared and move on. Forgot all the words of love that ever left his lips. You are not his and he is not yours.

But he can’t. He can’t possibly ignore you when you’re calling him at 2AM, yearning for him in whatever way you do.

So he calls. Like the fool that he is, he calls his ex-girlfriend of one year back.

“Hello?”

“Tsukishima…” you trail, and your voice is distant. So far, so small, so fearful. He hears your hesitance from one word only.

He wishes you could call him your Kei again.

“Why did you call me?” Tsukishima responds with hostility, for that is all he knows. When he lost you, his ways changed and his heart turned to stone. It seems that anger is all he knows these days, a hard tongue made of venom and stone.

“I-I wanted to talk to you.”

You stutter. You stutter and Tsukishima knows that you’re drunk. You have a few habits whenever you’re intoxicated, and a stutter is always accompanied with the alcohol.

“You’re drunk,” is all he says.

“I know.”

“Talk to me when you’re sober,” he goes to cut the call, but a quick wait! is enough to halt his movements.

“God, I don’t even know why I even called you,” you whisper, as if speaking to yourself.

He sighs, “where are you?”

“Um, I’m not sure.”

“You went out not knowing where you’re going?” He asks, and it’s that condescending tone you hate. The one that pushed your relationship to its limit.

“It’s not like I wanted to be here,” you whisper yet again, a measly attempt at defending yourself.

Another sigh, another sign of disappointment, and Tsukishima finally speaks up.

“Go to the Maps app.” You mumble a small okay, and do as he tells you. “Now zoom in on your location and send it to me.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

You listen to him and soon after Tsukishima gets a notification. He doesn’t bid you goodbye, simply cuts the call and gets up from his bed. He heads for his closet, grabbing two jackets, and heads out the door.

He’ll see you for the first time in a year.

-

And see you he does.

You’re sat on the curb of the road, your knees pushed against your chest and your head resting on your knees. It seems as if you’re asleep, your eyes closed and body still.

He kneels beside you, whispering your name loud enough to wake you up.

“Huh?” You groan, turning your head to look at the man you can’t seem to let go. “Kei?”

There it is. It’s always sounded so sweet on your tongue, so sultry and intimate. It’s his given name, the one he grows to love each time you say it.

It’s bittersweet hearing it from you.

“Why are you just sleeping in the middle of the road? What if some pervert stopped by?”

“But nobody did,” you say, logic leaving you in your drunken state. You move closer to him, seeking his warmth.

You’ve always loved his touch. When you once called him yours, his body was always somehow attached to yours. Your skin on his, his heart in your palm.

He sighs, “get in the car, [Name].”

He pulls you up from your position, easily holding you as gently as he can.

“You never used to call me by my name,” you stop and lean into his shoulder. “I was always your baby.”

Tsukishima knows it’s the alcohol talking. That you’d never say this sober, and that there’s a possibility that you don’t mean any of those words. But his heart still hurts. It hurts so much that he feels as if he has lost himself. Lost all the progress he made to just get over you.

(But perhaps he never really stopped loving you, if he was so willing to pick up your call.)

He lays you on the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt for you. He drapes the extra jacket over your shoulders, and you remember it to be one of your favourites. You stare at him the whole time—eyes on his—but he refuses to look back. Not when he knows how easily his resolve could crumble with you around.

The car starts soon after, and you’re already asleep. Your head lays peacefully on the mirror, and Tsukishima wishes he could stay like this forever. In a world where he is yours and you are his.

-

There are not many things that Tsukishima regrets.

He prefers to live in the present and let the past be the past. What has happened is unchanging, so why worry? Why worry about what he should’ve done, when all he has is the now?

There are not many things that Tsukishima regrets. But he will always regret leaving you.

He knows that now, as he is in your bedroom, trying to find a way to change you out of your clothes and into your sleepwear.

You’ve always been a heavy sleeper, unmoving in the midst of all noise. That trait carries on to now, as he struggles to get your top off your body.

You squirm as he touches you. “Kei,” you whisper. “Why’d you pick me up?”

“You called me.”

“But you picked up,” you slur, “you could’ve ignored me. You were good at that when we were together.”

He winces. He knows you don’t mean it. You’ve always been far too kind to respond with such malice, especially towards him. Even when your relationship was walking on a tightrope, you never once yelled at him.

“Why were you so mean, Tsukishima?” It’s a rhetorical question, he knows it, but his heart burns the more you speak.

“I loved you so much, but you didn’t love me at all.”

“Don’t,” he immediately interrupts, “don’t say I never loved you.”

“You never showed me,” your voice is small, and he knows you’re about to cry. (Even after all these months, your habits remain in his mind.)

“I love you. So much more than you’ll ever understand,” he speaks with so much passion, that he forgets his confession.

He loves you. His heart will always belong to you.

“I love you too,” you cry, and a single teardrop grazes your cheek.

“You never deserved me.”

“I get to decide that,” you grab his delicate face with your rough hands. He always fit so perfectly in your palms. “I get to decide who is good for me.”

He pauses, resting in your hands and cherishing every moment he has with you. And it’s in your calloused palms where Tsukishima realises what he misses. He misses your presence, your love, you. Every habit that made him love you so deeply, he misses.

He will be yours again, he decides, as you hold him close. Somehow, someway, he will win you back.

That’s sad lmao,,, though I’m a sub girlie myself haha

I had a girls night with one of my irl friends!! We got drunk, complained about life and watched anime!! We got through the first season of Haikyuu, went to bed, snapped awake at like 7 a.m. then watched most of BNA

Other than that work has been kicking my ASS

I JUST SAW A TIKTOK OF THE MOVIE’S DUB AND I GENUINELY DONT RECOGNIZE IT AT ALL???(except tanaka and kuroo) I SAW IT IN SUB BOTH TIMES BUT DID THE CASTING CHANGE OR HAS IT JUST BEEN THAT LONG SINCE IVE HEARD THE DUB

ALSOOO I JUST FINISHED WRITINGGG CHP 5

mighttt post it today but idk if i want to wait until tomorrow since the last chapter was also posted on a monday 🧐🧐

glad you had fun! it’s always nice to rewatch an anime especially w other people lolol