previously kozumie

imagine abandoning your entire blog bc you messed up the timeline once in a fanfic (me)

[tododorks]

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this is the navigation page, with links to a list of all my written works, as well as my frequently used tags and guidelines for my writing/blog!

let’s just have a good time! likes, comments, and reblogs greatly appreciated!

— writing

tags

- # thinking ‘bout you — for my non-writing posts

- # reqs — requests and suggestions

- # i got mail! — inbox asks

- # delete file! — block this tag, probably (shitpost spam)

rules ‘n info!

himi (he/him), an eighteen year old hanging, writing poor fanfic. part of this is fun and part of it just experimenting with writing, so no biggie. side is @cozytodos. all my writing is probably ooc.

characters i write!!! (the silly guys)

- (my sunshine duo!) izuku midoriya and mirio togata

- (pathetic losers!) overhaul and tomura shigaraki

- (hesitant but will write!) amajiki tamaki, bakugou katsuki, and todoroki shoto, todoroko touya

[tododorks]

sorry i LIED. dead reader piece isn’t finished im a loser, instead i’ve been pondering which mha character i write for is more likely to endure a miserable relationship and unfortunately i’ve landed on shoto again

[tododorks]

who up for a dead reader piece

[snailification]

Wish there was more loser, slightly unwell, maybe even insane reader...

No pressure or anything... but like...

[tododorks]

I...I really need some more cheater Mirio x Reader content. I just love the angst so much, it makes me tear up. And there is shockingly little content in that area!

cheater mirio is a fun idea because he doesn’t seem like the type at all!

he’s the high school sweetheart who kisses you good morning, who says ‘never go to sleep angry’, and who always makes sure you know you’re loved at the end of the day.

but high school sweethearts aren’t always perfect, really. as a pro-hero, steadily climbing the ranks, all eyes are on him and he’s never really minded, taking it as encouragement. despite his years of media training, one day they really try to press him about a failed rescue mission and suddenly the eyes aren’t so encouraging. they’re boring into him, cold and unnerving stares, and he trembles.

“you did what you could, you know that, honey.” the way his hands gently cup mirio’s face, the softness of his lips as he clears the space between them, has his head spinning. this time, mirio pulls him closer, keeping his eyes shut so as to pretend as though he isn’t betraying you in every way.

he pretends it’s you; the hushed voices, screaming desperation and secrecy, unfamiliar and new touches that set butterflies off— it reminds him of when you were just nervous teenagers. mirio misses then, he misses the him from then because the mirio from then would have never let some silly tabloid make him feel so miserable. mirio would go up to your dorm and spin you around by your hands, and when you were about to complain— ‘dizzy, mirio!’— he’d pull you into a tight embrace and rest his cheek against the side of your head.

the absolute worst part of an unfaithful mirio is the unimaginable guilt that he inadvertently pushes onto you.

mirio overcompensates when he’s feels guilty.

you’ve loved mirio long enough to understand him, and underneath the morning notes he leaves— something he hasn’t done since his first year working as an official pro, when he felt most insecure about your relationship.

“i thought… this would make up for it,” mirio laughed, quiet, taking the pile of notes from you and skimming through them. “i wish i was here more.”

it causes you to spiral the more he falsely accepts your comfort, smiling and kissing his way out of explaining himself. it’s torture for both of you, because the more you push, the further into the corner he hides, and the more the rift grows.

he’ll never look you in the eyes and admit it.

[tododorks]

gonna kms why did i delete my olds fics 💔 they were trash but they were MY trash

[tododorks]

i hate using y/n but i fear it’s unavoidable in pinky promise

[tododorks]

yo idk how long ago u asked if smau are still a thing but those were my favourite thing to find on tumblr if u ever do pinky promise just know an anon will appreciate it, but if not thats cool too. all the best!

it’s been nearly a year but anon ur so right im doing this for you

[rubydragon16]

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[athenoot]

7.15 happy birthday young heroes

[tododorks]

god i’m so cool like yeah let me revive my dead blog (help)

[tododorks]

probably gonna change my url back tododork and alias to lee again

BACK TO MY ROOTS BABY

[leychin]

happy finve years 🎂

NO WAY... MY FAV TUMBLR MOOT ..??? ITS BEEN SO LONG ????

[tododorks]

hELLOS?? omg hi how was the anniversary

[tododorks]

hear me out.

[tododorks]

heyyyy…

[tododorks]

NOOOO AINT NO WAY I WAS TRYINF TO CREATE A NEW TUMBLR ACC USING THIS EMAIL AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT IT WAS IN USE WITH THIS BLOG I FOR REAL FORGOT IT EXISTED O H GOD

[izukou]

afternoon lull

you’ve been together for a while, and izuku is used to your blurts about the homework you barely finished this morning or maybe a cute cat you saw hiding behind the dorms last night.

he enjoys listening to your rambles and wonders what the next one will be about.

after school you spend time in his room— you situate yourself on his bed while he moves to his desk to finish up leftover classwork. he’s been staring at that question for a while, scribbling something down and proceeding to erase it just as quickly. it’s boring and the afternoon sun is just making you sleepy.

you shift to face him– well, his back– and bring a finger up to trace his outline, humming as you do so. the sound of your classmates yelling in the hall and common area keeps you awake just enough and a thought passes in your mind.

“izuku,” you say and he asks if you need something, still looking at the question, beginning to scribble a new answer.

“i love!” you pause and huff, as if to make the scene more dramatic. “you so much!” you add on ‘i really do’ though in much gentler voice than before.

his scribbling stops and you smile, feeling satisfied knowing you’ve surprised him. for just a moment, he mumbles something you can’t quite make out, though probably trying to find something to say he thinks sounds right you assume.

he leans back again the chair and turns around to face you, the sunlight hitting his side and you think he looks so pretty in the sun like that, and he smiles too.

“i love you more.”