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When you put it all together like this, you quickly realize how insane these people are.
Its so hard writing for smart characters when youre not smart
character who you meet for the first time in a game at 3am and one suddenly ragebaits the other making the two of you bicker and provoke eachother so you leave the game without ever exchanging contacts with him and now he's always online on the same game— same hour, that the both of you met last time and lowkey hoping fate would bring you both back to eachother but ofc he's not gonna admit that because he definitely thinks youre annoying. (he fell inlove)
—karma, bakugo, shigaraki, tsukishima, kuroo, kenma, atsumu, your f/o :)
I love how authors just make it a poly relationship when it comes to shipping reader with stanley or xeno like a non-negotiable package deal

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Its crazy how the first dr stone fic im writing is such a long angsty one
TAKE ON ME !
based on this request: e-class reader ver!
a-class reader ver.
HOW IT STARTED: i’m odds and ends
• karma, quite frankly, didn’t care about you. he didn’t care about anyone, at first.
it was clear to you from the start that his focus wasn’t grades or his future, it was to kill your teacher, koro-sensei.
like everyone else, he could’ve been doing it for the money, but you noted that he was a tad too passionate about the violence. so willing to cause harm to him, to grip at every nerve and weakness he could wring out.
you realized this was deeper than just money. it was an act of revenge, in his way. him jumping off a cliff proved his ambition to you.
• you kept to yourself. not as an act of hiding, but you didn’t see how someone like him could fit into your bubble.
you liked it private, quiet and the air filled with a strange nostalgia. karma was everything but. a whirlwind of foul play, if you will. he was skilled, you could admit, but what you wanted to know was not why, but from where he learned such.
• he’s the type of guy to approach with a goal in mind. one who always knew what he wanted and how to get it. a couple days after he joined, he made his way over to your desk, a handsome grin on his face. “hey, nagisa told me you also write notes about koro-sensei. mind me having a look?”
your eyes glanced him up and down. polished shoes, blazer smooth, not a wrinkle to be found. fine skin, mercury eyes. if only, you thought, he didn’t have such a personality.
blankly, you stated, “shiota and i have the exact same notes. check in with him.” then, you were gone.
he raised a brow, hands in his pocket. shiota, huh? not nagisa. shiota.
HOW IT CONTINUED: i'll be comin' for you anyway
• despite you keeping an obvious and clear distance from him, he was like a leech at your side.
he kept nagging you about your notes until you finally handed them to him out of frustration. since then on, you became his prime target for annoyance.
you had hoped he’d leave you alone after you showed him your notes, a new perspective from nagisa’s. more resourceful, he had to admit. he couldn’t let you leave him, not if you were such a good source of information.
• he’d try to fulfill little things and tasks for you, in order to get more from you. an eye for an eye. that didn’t work on you. you gave him what you had in that moment, no more.
“come on,” he slouched confidently, upper body tilted down slightly while standing at the side of your desk. “i’m sure you’ve gotten some new updates on that weakness and skills roster of yours, no?”
“and why should i tell you anything, akabane?” you asked, direct and unforgiving. “there is no benefit for me. we both know you’d go on and act out the assassination attempt yourself.”
you stood up, bag over your shoulder, prepared to leave before his words stopped you. “so that’s what you want. inclusion.” you hesitated, stopping in your tracks near the door.
• his interest wasn’t koro-sensei anymore, not fully. he had wrung out something from you instead. you were much more fascinating.
he began to piece it together. you sat in the front, but kept to yourself. you would eat alone, not rejecting any offers of sharing with anyone, but not receiving any either.
if he had to guess, you haven’t been in e-class much long either, and you were still adjusting. “if you wanted to be with someone, you could’ve just asked.”
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, head turning to him. “from now on, you’ll be spending your breaks with me. and i’ll be your first friend.”
that’s worse.
HOW THE STORY UNFOLDS: slowly learnin’ that life is okay
• he stayed true to his one-sided promise. he stayed close to you, spending his breaks at your side, walking you home, sharing his milk with you.
you would never admit it, but he was starting to feel less like a leech and more like an actual companion, a shoulder to lean on.
and the class noticed. how karma’s eyes always seemed to land on you, not a day passing where they could remember you being apart.
during the kyoto class trip, after the kidnapping, he went to you first, unhesitant with his touch to untie you from the shackles of fear.
• others wouldn’t notice, but he always did. you hated him for it.
how he was the first to notice how affected you actually were with the entire situation. your hand would twitch in anxiety when a classmate spoke to you, how uneasy you were still around koro-sensei, but still, you swallowed your fear and put on a brave face. something karma did effortlessly.
he didn’t say it, he didn’t ask about it, but he stayed. for you to have something familiar to hang onto, he spent to rest of the night at your side, having bought you a vanilla milk and a strawberry milk for himself.
• but karma was still karma. he’d get on your nerves, show physical affection, all to rile you up and see you snap just a bit.
brushing your hair behind your ear, a kiss on your cheek, lacing his fingers with yours, you name it. usually, he would never see himself like this, but he liked doing it with you.
• he likes trying everything new with you. sometimes, he leans towards familiarity, to work with what he knows, but if you’re willing to get out of your shell, he wasn’t far behind.
and he wouldn’t enjoy it any other way. his actions kept away other guys, kept you close to him, while also giving you freedom to get closer with the rest of your peers.
• he didn’t notice it at first, but his possessiveness over you is what made him realize he likes you a little more than he should.
the topic of love interests was brought up while he was walking you home, and he couldn’t imagine holding anyone else’s hand. and he couldn’t handle the thought of another guy being close to you.
he was the one that helped you out of your shell, the one that became your first friend, the one that knew you best. and in your eyes, no one could replace him.
• much to his dissatisfaction, you confessed first. he originally wanted to do it first, just to see you turn red in the face, but this also sufficed.
light red dusted your face from the cold, umbrella in hand as you stood at his front door, drenched slightly. you huffed for a couple moments. “i know this is random, and i didn’t even give this much thought, but if i don’t tell you now, i’ll never get this type of adrenaline rush of recklessness again.”
you inhaled deeply, hands gripping the umbrella before you spouted out your words. “i like you. maybe even love you, but how would i know. i’ve never been in love, i don’t think. but what i feel for you, i just—”
he shushed you gently, hands finding your face as he pulled you towards him. “take a breath,” he sighed, not in exhaustion, but something akin to relief. “i think you’re really trying to make me look bad here. the guy usually confesses, you know.”
and you laughed. weight off your shoulders, relaxing despite the cold building in your body, sniffing. “let’s get you inside, yeah?”
HOW IT ENDS: i'll be gone in a day or two
you weren’t surprised when not much changed. you still acted how you usually did. which told you that maybe even before you got together, you acted like lovers.
• but karma was dedicated. not just as your boyfriend, but as your tutor.
he helped you study after school, a hand rubbing your back as he explained, bringing comfort with him. and no matter the results or how you were feeling, he had flowers for you every week.
always different ones, different hues, different scents.
• it took the class a while, but when they found out, they weren’t surprised either. koro-sensei had even predicted the date of your confession. he was off by one day.
and when he died, you were each others source of comfort, becoming accustomed to sharing a bed and waking up next to each other. you healed and strived in the presence of one another.
he taught you both many lessons to all possible situations, and you brought those with you into your adulthood.
• you didn’t change much overtime. he still teased, and you kept him on his toes.
monthly dates were arranged, always making time for one another, forgiving one another only minutes after a fight. you couldn’t exist without one another. that was both your greatest strength and your greatest weakness.
I can't draw at work so I have to resort to more primitive means of making comics...playing dolls with screenshots is fun too
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How I feel like when I can’t stay in bed all day and read fanfics because I have to wake up and go to school
this will be me in june 15
what you uh what you doing there xeno?
Dad! Senku always let's his little duckling shadow him everywhere he goes. But he makes sure his baby stays safe and doesn't wander off in the home while he's busy he wears a baby wrap on his back to keep her safe. Until he's overworked and overstressed on a day and doesn't realise he's still carrying his daughter while he goes searching around in the house for her.
Panic building up into him when every room he goes to find is empty. You're not home yet and you're going to laugh your ass off if you found out he let their daughter climb into the toilet.
"what are we finding daddy? "
He feels grabby plush hands find their place almost inside his nose and her hair brushing his cheeks while she looks over his shoulder.
He would be lying if he couldn't admit he felt stupid at the moment.
"ah of course we're searching for mamas charts to keep safe from your paint." he doesn't know why he's lying through his teeth to a 2 year old who carrys around feathers to stick it in everyone's hair.
"in the bathvoom?"
Was his own daughter sniding him? Pretty clear she takes after him.
"yes. I might just hide it here since you can't reach the shelves"
"it will be soggy and mama will be mad and I'll tell her it's your fault"
For someone taking full advantage of you not being home she sure is talking alot.
Im cookin up some dr stone ideas
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s. stanley x w. xeno x pregant!reader ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ cw. polygamous, fem!pregant!reader, fluff, mention of alcohol, angst if you squint.
the mission was a triumphal success, everyone came back safe and sound, the quartet had been awarded with medals at their return ─ even if kohaku was asleep during the whole ceremony. it was clear that they had made history by being the first humans to go to the moon after the petrification of the world.

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Stanley Snyder x Reader
CW: same as before. Groping, bottom Stanley (he's having a hard time), sexual tension, body worship, suggestive themes, touching, smoking (it's Stanley), he's embarrassed
Xeno ver
You don't know how you ended up here. Stanley doesn't know either. Neither of you is going to ask the other, because asking would require saying something, and saying something would require breaking whatever spell has settled over the room in the last six minutes.
He's on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, his black shirt discarded somewhere on the floor behind you. His hands are tucked behind his head, fingers laced, elbows splayed wide. A cigarette dangles from the corner of his mouth, trailing a thin ribbon of smoke up toward the rafters. He's watching you with an expression that isn't quite anything. A slight furrow between his brows. His mouth set. His eyes narrow and steady and unreadable.
You are straddling his hips. You do not remember how this happened. His chest is bare and you are, to put it plainly, having a religious experience.
My last remaining brain juice literally telling me to write for doctor stone