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[xeraeus]

More of them cause i love them alot. Also dedicated to my friend @fromthedeskofelizabeththird cause weve been friends for 7 years already and it was her birthday recently. Love you a-lot Elly! I’m so glad and grateful to have you in my life 😭😭💜💜💜 #juminhan #jihyunkim #mysticmessenger #mysme #vmysticmessenger #juminxv #juminmysticmessenger

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

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I love this and I love youuuuuuuu. My life is better because you're in it

[jihyunkm]

merry christmas from the rfa ♥

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Nabahero

An AU of my fic Habanero where Reader-chan hooked up with Nemuri instead of Aizawa.

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Midnight x Reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors BE GONE

Trigger Warnings: None really apply

Sequel/AU: Habanero

AO3: Here | Want to support me? I have a Kofi

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[moved-to-midnightshade-deactiva]

Oh, I love this! Nemuri is just so sweet and loving and you really incorporate her really caring nature into her dominant persona. This is easily one of my favorite Nemuri fics, you nailed her personality

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Wow, thank you! I love Nemuri and I’m glad you think I did her justice 🥺

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Heyo! It's been A WHILE since I've visited you! I was last on your blog in my mysme days lmao. I'm v v happy to see your BNHA fics❤️❤️ and overall glad to see you haven't deactivated like so many other mysme blogs I used to follow. I sent my very first ask on tumblr to you lmao, way back when I didn't know how this site worked. I hope you're healthy and happy wherever you are, and that life has been treating you well ❤️

Oh my goodness, thank you!

To be honest, I put that much time, love and energy into my Mysme content that I'd be heartbroken if it disappeared from the internet, haha.

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

I just wanted to say that Habanero is one of my favorite fics ever and thank you so much for writing it. It reminds me of that one tumblr post about knowing when a fic was written by an adult and it's honestly my favorite thing about it. I can completely see the habanero cast arguing about taxes

djgfdjghfdgdfgdgd omg

What's really sad is that I've actually thought about this. When you consider how much the buildings and cities in BNHA get trashed and how many government mandated schemes there are for so many different aspects of hero society, plus stuff like the actual heroes themselves...

...like I'm just saying that taxes in urban areas in the BNHA-verse must be absolutely BONKERS and I'm so glad I don't live there

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

What if the RFA including B and Searan had to choose between saving Mc or Rika who would they choose

MC

[callmegri]

Thank you for the tag @anisaanisa!

I have three stories in the making, a SessKag, a KagKik and a KogKag, so let’s see 2 sentences from each (and… not telling which is which)!

1. The morning sun playfully shone through the leaves, illuminating every drop of dew. The birds chirped happily, and a nearby spring sang its happy song.

2. When you are made of soil and anger, your body cannot die. True, you will be brittle and stiff, but it will keep you going, and will prevent you from rest.

3. Her tea was getting cold. This was happening more and more often.

Tagging the 6 people who I would love to see participating: @cannibalsforbreakfast @loveyou-x3000 @gaykagome @mythicamagic @sapphirestarxx @drosselmeyerwrites and everybody who wants to do it!

Cheers,

[mythicamagic]

Thanks! My WIPS are Night Terrors, Beneath the Blackthorn Tree and Macaria. All Sesskag. I won’t say which is which but I feel like it’s obvious XD

“I can’t marry you- I might have a fiancé already." "You should know my kind do not take being lied to particularly well.”

That wish was quickly snuffed out as she got to her feet, realising why it was so completely quiet. Why Ah-Un made no noise.

“It took…everything in me to keep away.” “Why did you? What’s…going on? We were closer before I was pregnant but now it’s like you want nothing to do with me- with us.”

I tag: @chierafied @jafndaegur @the-sloth-woman @elevenharbor and anyone else who wants to do this (ignore me if you’ve already done it lol)

[the-sloth-woman]

Thank you so much for tagging me~! Let’s see, which of my many WIPs will I pull from the pile of shame today… How about Forced Marriage AU (man this needs a better title), Taking on the Titanic, and The Rosenfeld Manor Murder. You can probably figure out which lines belong to which wip if you try XD

“The letter was blank. You flipped it over in your hands, frowning.  It was old, perhaps the ink had faded away from so many readings.  But why would she be saving a blank letter?“ 

“There was an air of elegance about them, something subtle in their finely shaped prongs that said “You’re not good enough to eat with us.” The forks were right.”

 “It was easier to hate him while he was gone.  When she was alone, she wasn’t aware of the constant fluttering of her stomach.”

I’m not entirely sure who’s working on wips right now, so I tag @adiabolikpastel @fromthedeskofelizabeththird @ariadnasdiary and anyone who’s writing anything right now~!

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Wow, thanks for the tag! It feels like 84 years since I wrote anything hahaha. Some of these are a bit longer than 1 sentence ;;

"Marry me,” he murmured, so softly that you barely heard it.

Toshinori grimaced as he watched the enormous television in the mall’s forecourt, face obscured by a baseball cap. It felt almost distasteful looking at her, knowing that everyone paying attention to the broadcast was imagining her dead.

Himawari was your youngest and it felt like you had chased monsters from under her bed only weeks ago. You didn’t know what you’d do if she actually got injured. Oboro broke his arm in his first sports festival and it had taken all of Hizashi and Shouta’s energy to stop you from dragging him home.

He slept like a log that night, that much was true, but his calves and ass ached so much that it took everything in him not to squeak like a deflating balloon as he stood over to bow.

Giran laughed so knowingly that it made your skin crawl. He had always been able to read you, for better or worse.

You never got to finish your sentence, though, for moments later you were flying through the air, every glass window around you shattering to pieces.

I'm not going to tag, but please do this if you'd like :D

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

hi there!! i just finished reading the whole habanero series, and i just wanted to say thank you for the great read, and i'm so excited for more chapters of layer cake!! good luck with your job, and get some rest when you need! 💖💖

Aaaa thank you so much!! I’m super excited to write the next few chapters, even if it is going to be a bit angsty

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Hey, I just wanted to check up on you and ask if you’re doing alright? It’s been a while since your last update. As in you. I know you usually tell us if something happened if you don’t update your story, so I just wanna make sure you’re okay

Awww, thanks Anon!

I’m so, so sorry about disappearing. It wasn’t intentional and I am absolutely fine.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before but I am a key worker and work in the administrative offices of a major UK food production company, which is now not only hitting peak season, but is picking up traction now that covid regulations are being eased. As a tl;dr, I’m out of the house most of the day and when I’m not at work I’m hanging out with my man. (The man is a relatively new development btw.)

I’ve got a week off soon and the fella is going to be away for it, so updates should be coming soonish.

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

I updated!! You can read it here

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Chapter 14 is live! Thanks to everyone for waiting 💖💖

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Haunted

Scoop of the day is a writing challenge with a difference. Each fic is built from a set of (for the most part) randomly generated prompts and could be about just about anything, from breakups to smut to found family. Let’s enjoy some ice cream 🍦!

More info about the challenge here

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Rating: Gen

Flavour(s): Milk Chocolate, Cherry Chocolate Chip

Prompt: 16, Panic, 30, Fulfilment

You don’t believe in ghosts, so who is it that’s following you?

~~~~

First things first, you weren’t a paranoid sort of person.

You believed in coincidences and twists of fate.

You were also, however, starting to believe in ghosts.

It all started when you moved into the dormitories after summer break. As strange as it sounded, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. You lost track of how many times the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, only to look over your shoulder and find no one there. Sometimes, when you were alone in the kitchen, you were sure you heard someone whispering your name.

The other girls in your class blamed it on stress. After a while, so did you.

You took to making chamomile tea and listening to whale sounds before bed. You found meditation and yoga exercises on the internet and tested them out. It worked for a time.

The moment you returned to classes, however, it started all over again. You broke out in goosebumps as you swept the floors after class; heard footsteps behind you, only to find no one there.

You were sure you were going crazy. How else could you explain such a strange turn of events?

It was a mystery and one that only got worse over time.

One afternoon, you pulled a note from your shoe locker. You didn’t recognise the handwriting, though the message was all too clear: 

Meet me on the roof after school. 

Under ordinary circumstances, you might not have reacted in the way you did. Unfortunately, you hadn’t been sleeping and your reaction was one of fear. Someone wanted to fight you up there. It was the only explanation that made any sense to your nervous mind.

You spent the rest of the day trembling, worrying who you had angered enough to warrant such a threat. Had this person been stalking you the entire time, preparing for this moment?

You were so overtaken by your own nervous mind that you answered questions wrong in class. You were off your game during physical ed and even walked into doors. By the time the last bell sounded, it was like a funeral march.

You had spent the day deliberating the best plan of action. Should you confront the mystery person or avoid them? If you avoided them, would it only make things worse?

You hugged your books to your chest as you passed the stairwell, so focused on your shoes that you ended up walking straight into another passer by.

“S-s-sorry!” you cried out, jumping back, heat flooding your cheeks when you realised who you had crashed into. “Oh, Amajiki, I’m so sorry!”

Of course you’d crash into him now of all times, when you were terrified out of your wits. You’d fiddled with your hair and clothes so much that you looked more than a little scruffy, and you’d spent so long crying in the bathrooms and splashing your face that your professor had gone so far as to take you to one side and ask if you were sick.

Tamaki rubbed the spot on his chest where you’d crashed into him, taking in your bedraggled appearance.

“A-are you okay, (Name)?” he said, eyes wide with worry.

“I’m fine,” you said, though you didn’t believe it. “I’m... I’m...”

You’d had a crush on Tamaki ever since your first day at UA. Unfortunately, it seemed that every time you spoke to him, you ended up embarrassing yourself somehow and today was no exception.

Before you could stop yourself, your eyes blurred with tears; hours of nerves and sleepless nights catching up with you all at once.

“I’m fine,” you said, reaching up to wipe them off on your sleeve, “I’m okay, really.”

Tamaki looked like a deer in the headlights at the best of times, but now he looked lost at sea, stammering out noises and looking round the corridor for help, reaching out to touch your shoulder, though chickening out every time. 

“U-u-uh, (Name), w-what’s-”

“They’re going to fight me,” you wailed.

“Who? Who’s going to...”

You pullled the note out of your pocket and unfolded it for him to see, hands shaking from nerves as he read its contents.

“They want to see me on the roof,” you said. “I don’t know what I’ve done to upset them.”

“I-I’m sure that’s not it,” said Tamaki, “m-maybe they just want to...to...uh.”

He didn’t finish his sentence, instead blushing brightly.

“Will you come with me?” you sniffled. “I’m scared to go alone.”

"I-I’ll come with you,” he said. “I’ll s-sit with you until they get there.”

“You will?”

You would almost certainly be embarrassed about this later. Of all of the pretexts for being alone with your crush, you couldn’t have ever predicted this one. Not only were you going to be alone with him, you were going to be alone with him in floods of tears, terrified someone was going to throw you off the roof or worse.

You were still wiping away your tears as you climbed the stairs, Tamaki several steps in front. You were close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. You could have reached for his hand if you wanted to, though none of that came to mind until much later. All you could think about was every time you had felt eyes burning on the back of your neck; every time you had heard footsteps behind you and found nobody there. You were too shy to go out of your way to antagonise people. You couldn’t fathom why someone would hold enough of a grudge to call you out like this.

You didn’t realise you’d been holding your breath until you reached the roof and gulped in the cool air. Tamaki held the door open for you, glancing around the roof as you stepped through.

“L-look,” he said with a smile, “there’s no one here.”

"They’re late,” you said in disbelief. “I never thought they’d be late.”

“Don’t worry about it,” said Tamaki, pointing towards a low wall. “C’mon, I have some snacks. Let’s, um, let’s wait here for them.”

You nodded and followed him to the wall, slowly seating yourself beside him.

“Here,” he said, holding out a pack of chips, “help yourself.”

You accepted his offer, peering out at the skyline as you chewed. Under ordinary circumstances, you would have been excited at the prospect of sitting with Tamaki like this, but right now you were too anxious to enjoy it.

“I’m sorry,” you said with a sigh. “You’ve probably got thousands of other things to do.”

“It’s no b-bother.”

Five minutes passed, then ten. Before you knew it, you’d been sitting there for half an hour with no sign of anyone else.

“I can’t believe they didn’t even show up,” you sniffled, getting up. “I’m so sorry... I’m...”

“I’m sure they d-didn’t want to fight you,” said Tamaki with a smile. “I don’t think anyone would want to fight you.”

“Maybe not,” you said, surprised at how disappointed you actually were. 

You had been afraid, that much was true, but you’d also hoped to find answers. Maybe you would find some clue to their identity; a reason for their actions over the past few months. Surely once you found out who they were, you wouldn’t need chamomile tea or whale music. You wouldn’t need to feel so nervous once you knew the reason why.

You didn’t know why you had expected it to be so straight forward.

“Thank you,” you said, turning to Tamaki with a smile, “for staying with me. I was really scared...and...”

“It’s no b-bother,” he said again, a dusting of pink across his cheeks. “I’ll wait here a little while... keep an eye out in case anyone comes.”

“You’re such a good friend, Amajiki,” you said, feeling more than a little bit sheepish. “I’ll... I’ll make you something delicious for dinner today!”

He nodded at that, watching as you sprinted across the roof and back out of the building, going over ingredients in your head. You’d observed him enough to know the kinds of foods he liked.

He leaned back in his seat as you disappeared from view, sighing as the evening breeze ruffled through his hair.

He squeezed his hands into fists, cursing his own anxiousness.

He knew exactly who had written the note; whose footsteps you kept hearing.

He knew it wasn’t a ghost or anything remotely malicious, just the actions of someone trying to find the nerve to confess. Someone who, much like you, had had a crush for most of their time at UA.

“Friends... huh.”

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

Hi all, the next chapter of Layer Cake is going to be a little bit delayed because I just got the first dose of The Vaccine and haven’t been well. Nothing serious, don’t worry, just annoying stuff. I had to toss everything I’d written already because it was done in a fever induced haze hahaa. 

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

In the Middle

One of your boyfriends tries to rile up the other.

You get caught in the middle in more ways than one.

Fandom: BNHA

Pairing: Erasermic x Reader

Rating: Explicit, minors BE GONE

Trigger Warnings: None really

AO3: Here |  Want to support me? I have a Kofi

There were pros and cons to having two boyfriends.

You fought a never ending battle pulling hair from the shower drain. You had double the texts to reply to; double the calls to return. No matter how comfortable you were when you fell asleep, you always woke up with a crick in your neck and someone’s elbow in your face.

Hizashi craved attention more than oxygen and sulked if he felt even slightly neglected. He spent just as much time chasing kisses as he did styling his hair. He sang in the shower, the bathtub, the rain and was only too eager to drag one or both of you in for a duet. You learned the hard way not to stand next to him in front of the bathroom mirror, for he would bump his hips against yours until you sang along to the radio with him and you’d ended up with eyeliner halfway across your face more than once.

He would spend the day pouting if no one gave him a good morning kiss and drew smiley faces in ketchup if left to plate up at dinner. He was a handful and a terrible influence; the polar opposite of your other boyfriend in every possible way.

Shouta was neither loud nor demanding. He could go days without talking, much less singing, and was happiest dozing off on the couch with his head in someone’s lap. His affections were subtle and easy to miss, while the emotions behind them were anything but. He met you halfway when you reached out to touch him and smiled in his sleep if you kissed him on the forehead. He would complain if you wriggled into his arms while he was working, but rearrange his position to accommodate you nonetheless.

Hizashi needed attention, while Shouta rarely sought it and nine times out of ten you and Hizashi were the ones who did all of the seducing.

Today was no exception to that particular rule.

Summer had hit Musutafu seemingly overnight. It was too hot to sleep or even snuggle on the couch. All you seemed to do lately was curl up on the floor in front of the electric fan in as many clothes as you could bear, while Hizashi stood on the balcony in a tank and shorts, stretching like a cat and mopping the sweat from his brow. It was too hot for leather and too humid for hairspray- sacrifices he had had to make, but was far from happy about.

Shouta remained relatively unchanged. He still went out at night to patrol the streets and continued to plan classes on his laptop on the couch, changing into thinner clothes, but remaining otherwise unaffected.

He was on his laptop, in fact, on this day in particular, drafting out a plan for 1-A’s future training exercises. In the meantime, Hizashi had opened up the box of popsicles you’d been keeping in the freezer and the pair of you took turns in front of the electric fan.

It was only a matter of time before the quiet, heat and lack of attention got to Hizashi and he had rested his head on your lap, golden hair splayed across your thighs. At first it was enough to snake one of his hands under your shirt and cup your breast, but before long that too lost its appeal. He shot side glances at Shouta every so often, sighing and running his tongue over the popsicle.

And so it was you found yourself caught in a battle of wills.

Hizashi waited for Shouta to look over before touching his tongue to the ice. If his gaze lasted longer than a couple of seconds, Hizashi would curl his tongue. Shouta made a point to catch his eye and not react.

Both sides were too stubborn to cave and, as usual, it fell to you to break the tension.

You took the popsicle from Hizashi and leaned back, running your own tongue over the ice. It was on the verge of melting and syrup dripped onto your shirt, causing you to gasp most theatrically and pull the shirt away from your body as if it wasn’t in the least bit planned. At first Hizashi had pouted when you stole his popsicle, but now he was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“It’s rude to take things without asking, (Name),” he said, sitting up. “The least you can do is share.”

You held out the popsicle and he sucked at the end, leaning back to allow you to do the same. You made sure to moan far louder than was necessary, as if it was something far less innocent than a popsicle.

“Ahhh, it’s getting all over my mouth,” you said, wiping the syrup from your lips and chin. “What am I going to do?”

“I can help with that,” said Hizashi, seconds before grazing his lips over yours, checking to see if Shouta was watching before deepening the kiss.

His lips were cold and he tasted of mangoes, the same flavour as the popsicle you’d been sharing. It was sweet, but the realisation that Shouta had stopped typing was far sweeter.

Shouta didn’t seek attention out, that much was true, but he sure as shit hated being left out of the action.

~~~~~

It was only a matter of time before you ended up on your hands and knees in the bedroom. You dug your nails into the bedcovers as Hizashi gripped your hips and took you from behind, all while Shouta bunched your hair in his hands, kneeling in front of you and thrusting into your mouth.

You barreled forward every time Hizashi slammed his hips into yours, moaning from the sensation of his dick hitting the one spot that made your toes curl.

The sounds Shouta was making were obscene. The vibrations of your moans against his dick combined with the way each thrust sent it deeper down your throat left him trembling. He could do little more than hold onto your hair and even then his hands were shaking.

Hizashi was absurdly quiet, all things considered, though you couldn’t turn your head to see why. You got your answer when he made a wet sound behind you and let out a moan, something icy landing on the small of your back.

“Hizashi...are you...are you still eating the popsicle?”

“No.”

More syrup landed on your back.

“Maybe.”

You heard the smack of his lips as he put it back in his mouth only moments before he took up such an ungodly pace that you took Shouta’s cock into your hand and jerked him off, grabbing onto the bed covers so tightly that your knuckles went white. The tension inside of you was too much to bear. You felt like you were going to explode.

You squeezed your eyes shut and squealed as you came undone, mind falling blank and legs shaking. It was like an electric shock burning through your core, leaving you unable to do anything but absorb each pulse.

Hizashi slowed down to enjoy the feel of you cumming on his dick, but the reprieve lasted only a few short moments. He guided you down onto the bed and over onto your back, shifting positions with Shouta, who lifted your knees over his shoulders.

He didn't have remotely the same stamina as Hizashi. You doubted any human did. He was, however, girthier and only too happy to torment you with it. He took you slow and deep, dragging sighs from your lips at the overstimulation. You were still having aftershocks from cumming the first time and saw stars each time his hips hit yours.

You turned your head to lick the tip of Hizashi’s dick, matching the pressure and speed of Shouta’s thrusts. Hizashi sucked in a deep breath, leaning over to grab Shouta by the hair and moan into his mouth.

The first time you had ever had sex with Hizashi, he shattered every window in your apartment building. You had laughed it off as an earthquake, though got the feeling no one believed you.

You had learned the hard way that he was loud when he came and the easiest way to prevent it was to stifle the sound before it could leave his lips, be it with a gag, by sitting on his face, preoccupying him with a blowjob or, as was the case now, with kissing.

You lay on your back and watched them nip at each other’s lips, waves of pleasure rushing through you. You were glad Shouta was holding onto your legs, for it felt as if the bones had left your body.

Hizashi was the next to come, whimpering into Shouta’s kisses as his dick twitched. He sat up and gave himself a final couple of tugs before spilling over your chest. Shouta followed suit, sitting up onto his knees and coming across your stomach.

Double the boyfriends, you considered fleetingly, double the mess.

~~~~

You stayed in bed for at least an hour after that, catching your breath and basking in the afterglow. It was still unbearably hot and no one was particularly enthusiastic about putting on clothes, even though the heat from one other’s bodies swiftly overpowered any relief from the electric fan.

“Why is it that whenever you two have shenanigans I end up in the middle?”

You could hear the fatigue in your own voice; the perfect compliment to how heavy your eyelids felt.

“I thought you liked being in the middle,” said Hizashi, only to squeak as you poked him in the ribs.

“I suppose I should take a bath,” you groaned, peeling Shouta’s arms from your waist and untangling your legs from Hizashi’s.

Your legs were more than a little floppy, but you disguised it by dropping to your knees to pick up your discarded clothes.

“(Name),” said Shouta, “wait.”

You turned to him, heart fluttering. Ordinarily he tolerated hugs at best, but on the rare occasions you managed to keep him awake after sex he was the biggest cuddler you’d ever met.

Maybe he wanted you to go back to bed.

Maybe he wanted to join you in the bath.

“Yes?”

“You’re blocking the fan.”

You turned to the fan behind you, heart sinking.

“And they say romance is dead,” you muttered, stepping out of the room.

Hizashi and Shouta closed their eyes, enjoying the feel of the cool air against their exposed skin. The peaceful moment was soon over, though, for seconds later you slipped your arm back through the doorway and flicked the off switch.

“Hey!!”

“(Name)!”

“Switch it back on, switch it back on!”

“Make me,” you said, sticking out your tongue and closing the door behind you.

“Oooooh,” Hizashi huffed, climbing out of bed. “When I catch you…”

He ran out of the bedroom and chased you through the apartment, paying little heed to the fact that you were both as naked as the day you were born.

Shouta turned over onto his side and fluffed his pillow.

He could sleep through just about anything; a fire alarm...hot weather...

...and, apparently, the sound of his two idiot lovers spraying one another with water.

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

@mariishat thank you so much!!

[fromthedeskofelizabeththird]

I updated! You can read it here