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Hawks x Reader - Instincts
He made it a habit to watch the morning news. Not because he found the dry reporting and the constant string of bad events entertaining, but because he figured he might as well be prewarned of any issues before he went out for the day’s work. He padded out of the bathroom, scratching at his bare stomach as he made for the kitchen. The TV screen mounted above the counter showed Miyagi and his one horn reading off the morning reports. Something taxes, something French ambassador, something something litigation against a politician… ‘Boring, boring, boring,’ he muttered under his breath, pulling open the fridge and yank
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Hawks x Reader - Ruffling Feathers
Lo-fi hip-hop drifted from the open kitchen door, along with the smell of roasting chicken. Barefoot footsteps sounded back and forth on the tile -plap, plap, plap- and a contented humming that faded in and out with the melody of the music. Casual and unconscious. You edged closer to the door, feet silent on the thick hallway carpet, and put your eye to the crack in the door. Hawks had his back to you, wearing low-slung sweatpants and little else, save a watch with a leather strap. He turned his wrist to look at the latter, checking the time. He bent to peer into the oven, enormous scarlet wings flaring slightly to adjust his balance. He mo
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Aizawa Shouta x Reader - Quirkless Coffee pt. 2
Five-thirty in the morning and your eyes were still gritty from sleep. A yawn cracked your jaws open wide. The back door squeaked when you opened it. Damn it. Need to oil that. You flipped the switches and the lights flickered on. A soft golden glow, not harsh fluorescents, because fuck that noise. Living in the apartment above the coffee shop meant you only had to roll out of bed, shower, and walk down the metal back stairs. Pretty easy a commute. It was why you opened each morning and closed up most nights. Why make some seventeen year old, sleep-deprived student get up at the asscrack of dawn and get the bus when you could do it yourself.
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Todoroki Shouto x Reader - Shopping and Soba
The department store rose four storeys from street level, the lit windows gleaming in the chilly, overcast January afternoon.  Situated on a sharp corner, Mitsukoshi looked like a slice of cake draped in fairy lights. Shouto stared up at it, hands shoved in his pockets. His breath misted as he turned to look at you. ‘Why are we here, again?’ You smiled. ‘I wanted to buy you something for your birthday, but you’re kind of hard to choose for.’ ‘I am?’ He looked genuinely surprised, like it was something he hadn’t known about himself. ‘Yeah, unless you want a lifetime supply of zaru soba.
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Tokoyami Fumikage x Reader - Mad Banquet
Lunch. A mad banquet, according to your colleague. You’d heard him muttering it to himself yesterday when you stood behind him in the line at the deli. He’d been buying a small bento box and a couple of apples, apparently unaware of your presence, and you’d heard the little murmur. Classic Tokoyami. Today he’d left Hawk’s office later than you, so you were already sprawled in the shade of a tree in the park when he turned up, carrying his lunch. You paused with a morsel of food halfway to your mouth and squinted up at him. ‘Tsukuyomi-san?’ ‘I usually eat here.’ You blinked. His voice
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Kyoraku Shunsui x Reader - Sake
Choosing sake is a delicate affair. There are many types, some finer than others, some sweeter, some designed to be served hot, room temperature, or chilled. Generally, the finer the sake, the cooler the temperature it ought to be drunk. Naturally, the purer the brew, the more the cost skyrockets. You rubbed your thumb across your lower lip, eyes roving back and forth over the rustic wooden shelves. This particular sake brewer was little known, but his prices were enough to make a Kuchiki blink. ‘You sure you haven’t accidentally put the decimal in the wrong place, Kokori-san?’ you called to the wizened old man standing st
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Yamada Hizashi x Reader - Let Rip
Support developers, both independent and corporate, pride themselves on the durability and comfort of their inventions. Those that specialise in costumes are at the cutting edge of fabric technology, developing new manufacture and treatment methods to give every Pro a striking costume that will both fit their aesthetic and either work with or support the user’s Quirk. There is, however, only so much that can be done when your client favours tight leather pants. We’re not just talking a little snug here, or even clingy. We’re talking so tight that extra fabric had to be put in around the knees just so the Pro in question cou
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Aizawa Shouta x Reader - Quirkless Coffee
It was the first thing you said to him, when you found out exactly who this scrufflord was, sitting in your cafe with his bloodshot eyes, raggedy clothes, and general air of exhausted impatience. ‘Eraserhead? What. Like the movie?’ From the tightening around his eyes, you could tell it was a question he’d heard many times before. And not one he found amusing. You smoothed over the situation by refilling his cup. He gave a muttered thanks, hunkering over the steaming cup of coffee not unlike a tramp over a burning trash can. ‘So, is your Quirk to turn into a baby and twist your head around?’ You sloshed the cof
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Shouta Aizawa x Reader - Headphones
Technically, you weren’t supposed to order things to the school. All the mail was scanned by the security robots before it was delivered, so the Principal would have a record of what you’d ordered. You were willing to put up with his tea-time lectures if it meant your neighbours wouldn’t steal your shit. And, you thought, opening the cardboard box and wrenching the styrofoam out of the way, it’s totally worth it for these babies. They spilled out onto your desk in the teacher’s lounge, wrapped tight in plastic. You didn’t even bother with scissors, tearing open the plastic with your bare hands and dumping
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Hawks x Reader - Instincts
He made it a habit to watch the morning news. Not because he found the dry reporting and the constant string of bad events entertaining, but because he figured he might as well be prewarned of any issues before he went out for the day’s work. He padded out of the bathroom, scratching at his bare stomach as he made for the kitchen. The TV screen mounted above the counter showed Miyagi and his one horn reading off the morning reports. Something taxes, something French ambassador, something something litigation against a politician… ‘Boring, boring, boring,’ he muttered under his breath, pulling open the fridge and yank
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Hawks x Reader - Ruffling Feathers
Lo-fi hip-hop drifted from the open kitchen door, along with the smell of roasting chicken. Barefoot footsteps sounded back and forth on the tile -plap, plap, plap- and a contented humming that faded in and out with the melody of the music. Casual and unconscious. You edged closer to the door, feet silent on the thick hallway carpet, and put your eye to the crack in the door. Hawks had his back to you, wearing low-slung sweatpants and little else, save a watch with a leather strap. He turned his wrist to look at the latter, checking the time. He bent to peer into the oven, enormous scarlet wings flaring slightly to adjust his balance. He mo
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Aizawa Shouta x Reader - Quirkless Coffee pt. 2
Five-thirty in the morning and your eyes were still gritty from sleep. A yawn cracked your jaws open wide. The back door squeaked when you opened it. Damn it. Need to oil that. You flipped the switches and the lights flickered on. A soft golden glow, not harsh fluorescents, because fuck that noise. Living in the apartment above the coffee shop meant you only had to roll out of bed, shower, and walk down the metal back stairs. Pretty easy a commute. It was why you opened each morning and closed up most nights. Why make some seventeen year old, sleep-deprived student get up at the asscrack of dawn and get the bus when you could do it yourself.
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Todoroki Shouto x Reader - Shopping and Soba
The department store rose four storeys from street level, the lit windows gleaming in the chilly, overcast January afternoon.  Situated on a sharp corner, Mitsukoshi looked like a slice of cake draped in fairy lights. Shouto stared up at it, hands shoved in his pockets. His breath misted as he turned to look at you. ‘Why are we here, again?’ You smiled. ‘I wanted to buy you something for your birthday, but you’re kind of hard to choose for.’ ‘I am?’ He looked genuinely surprised, like it was something he hadn’t known about himself. ‘Yeah, unless you want a lifetime supply of zaru soba.
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Tokoyami Fumikage x Reader - Mad Banquet
Lunch. A mad banquet, according to your colleague. You’d heard him muttering it to himself yesterday when you stood behind him in the line at the deli. He’d been buying a small bento box and a couple of apples, apparently unaware of your presence, and you’d heard the little murmur. Classic Tokoyami. Today he’d left Hawk’s office later than you, so you were already sprawled in the shade of a tree in the park when he turned up, carrying his lunch. You paused with a morsel of food halfway to your mouth and squinted up at him. ‘Tsukuyomi-san?’ ‘I usually eat here.’ You blinked. His voice
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Kyoraku Shunsui x Reader - Sake
Choosing sake is a delicate affair. There are many types, some finer than others, some sweeter, some designed to be served hot, room temperature, or chilled. Generally, the finer the sake, the cooler the temperature it ought to be drunk. Naturally, the purer the brew, the more the cost skyrockets. You rubbed your thumb across your lower lip, eyes roving back and forth over the rustic wooden shelves. This particular sake brewer was little known, but his prices were enough to make a Kuchiki blink. ‘You sure you haven’t accidentally put the decimal in the wrong place, Kokori-san?’ you called to the wizened old man standing st
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Yamada Hizashi x Reader - Let Rip
Support developers, both independent and corporate, pride themselves on the durability and comfort of their inventions. Those that specialise in costumes are at the cutting edge of fabric technology, developing new manufacture and treatment methods to give every Pro a striking costume that will both fit their aesthetic and either work with or support the user’s Quirk. There is, however, only so much that can be done when your client favours tight leather pants. We’re not just talking a little snug here, or even clingy. We’re talking so tight that extra fabric had to be put in around the knees just so the Pro in question cou
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Aizawa Shouta x Reader - Quirkless Coffee
It was the first thing you said to him, when you found out exactly who this scrufflord was, sitting in your cafe with his bloodshot eyes, raggedy clothes, and general air of exhausted impatience. ‘Eraserhead? What. Like the movie?’ From the tightening around his eyes, you could tell it was a question he’d heard many times before. And not one he found amusing. You smoothed over the situation by refilling his cup. He gave a muttered thanks, hunkering over the steaming cup of coffee not unlike a tramp over a burning trash can. ‘So, is your Quirk to turn into a baby and twist your head around?’ You sloshed the cof
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Shouta Aizawa x Reader - Headphones
Technically, you weren’t supposed to order things to the school. All the mail was scanned by the security robots before it was delivered, so the Principal would have a record of what you’d ordered. You were willing to put up with his tea-time lectures if it meant your neighbours wouldn’t steal your shit. And, you thought, opening the cardboard box and wrenching the styrofoam out of the way, it’s totally worth it for these babies. They spilled out onto your desk in the teacher’s lounge, wrapped tight in plastic. You didn’t even bother with scissors, tearing open the plastic with your bare hands and dumping
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the night is slipping
moonlight drips through the window silver and cold as I watched shadows inch around the room. Sometimes I find night a relief, the sign I can curl up somewhere and hide. But it also reminds me of the slow creep of time marching on. Past me. It slips through my fingers like sand. all I can do is watch it fall away...
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Lone Wolves (Lon'qu x Archer!Reader)
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Arrow after arrow buries into the straw practice dummy, making it jerk with each blow. You mechanically reach over your shoulder into your quiver, nocking an arrow with movements so automatic you don't even register doing them. Your body is taut with outrage as you loose another arrow, hitting the crude man-shaped effigy straight in the center. Your fingers are aching, legs and back straining with the effort of standing in one place for so long, but you reach for another arrow, seething with indignation. How dare he? How dare he? The image of the stoic swordsman’s face flickers in your mind's eyes- his own eyes
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Your Quirk. Shinso x Reader
        Several hours after classes had ended for the day, you stealthily made your way back into the school building. Though the empty halls sent a shiver down your spine, you forced yourself to head up several flights of deserted stairs. Once on the right floor, you half ran to the library door and hoped no teachers were still around to catch you. Now just outside the door, you crept inside to return a book that was long overdue. Thankfully, the school librarian had left hours ago, meaning that at least for today, you'd managed to evade getting scolded. Breathing a sigh of relief as you placed the book behind the counter, you saw something
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Late Night Tempura (Aizawa Shouta x Reader)
The overhead lights kept flickering, accompanied by a metallic buzz that grated on his nerves. Aizawa Shouta sighed and rubbed his temples. He was tired, even moreso than usual. What he wanted was to go home, retreat into his sleeping bag and sleep forever. Obviously that wasn't a feasible option, but a few hours would make a lot of difference to his current mood. Oh, nothing spectacular had gone wrong at UA or while he was on patrol, but there was still an ache in his lower back and a slump to his shoulder that signified it was time for him rest. Of course, he wasn't expecting to see what he did around the corner. Aizawa stopped in his tr
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July Reviews
Soul Cage - Tetsuya Honda (4/5) I did genuinely enjoy the plot, a man's hand is found in a garage, surrounded by blood. The police are searching for a possible murder, but the man they are looking for might not really be him at all... There's something kind of pleasant about this book, like the whole storytelling just flows nicely and shifts between perspectives of the characters. There were some clever twists thrown in here and there and it was fun getting an insight into Japanese suburban life and the struggles of trying to assert yourself as a woman in a very male-dominated society. Officer Himekawa was a really fun protagonist to get be
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Hello darling<3
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Happy Birthday, bae!! birthday cake 
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Umm hi, I hope I am not bothering you, if I am, then I am truly sorry. I just wanted to let you know last week I had sent you messages in your ask box on my tumblr account filipinogirl18, but as I had deactivated that account, is it possible for you to ignore those messages from my deactivated tumblr account as I had deactivated it, if it's ok?

I am truly sorry for bothering you if I am but I just want to clarify with you if it's not a bother.... Once again I apologize if I am bothering you...
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Hey, no worries. I'll ignore those messages.
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Ok thank you so much :). I worry too much cause I feel like I'm making really bad decisions whenever I send messages. But thank you again :)
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Hello, I just want to let you know that as I follow you on Tumblr (my account is filipinogirl18 if you're wondering) that before you had opened your ask box, I had sent you a message regarding about maybe marking your nsfw posts sensitive.

But then I realized that is none of my business and that it is up to you to do what you want with your blog and posts. So I just wanted to say I am sorry for nosing into your business when it is none of my business. So...can you please ignore my message about regarding of the issue I sent you about marking your nsfw posts sensitive?

I came to tell you here because I didn't know if you'll respond to me on your tumblr account and I can't message you as you don't follow my tumblr account. So please if you can ignore my message about the issue I sent you on your tumblr account please. That is all. I hope I am not annoying and that you're not mad. I am sorry for nosing into your business. Sex in the Seireitei is your blog and I shouldn't have nose into your business