I Will Major In Writing Block And Crying

I will major in writing block and crying

THE CHARACTERIZATION OF KURAPIKA, THE WRITING, THE ANGST. This fic is everything that my Kurapika loving heart could ever ask for <3

omg please write kurapika getting his dicksucked!!!! 😭😭😭its what he deserves!!!!!😭

It wasn’t, no matter how you looked at it, a relationship. You weren’t an idiot who blinded themselves to the truth. But, no matter how hard it was, you understood and accepted Kurapika as he was. As the person you loved. He simply wasn’t the type to declare his love or kiss your lips, he would never see your adoration as it was or reciprocate it the way your heart yearned for. In most cases he seemed barely aware of your presence.

But, even when you were ignored and dismissed, even when Kurapika disregarded and cast you aside without a second thought, even then, even still, no matter what, you loved him truly.

Your foolish heart ached for your love, broke against the unknowing cruelty of his obliviousness, but you endured it gladly. There was never a second thought in your mind, no matter how painful it became, because even though Kurapika would never return your love, he still needed you in some small way. He still had shared with you a piece of himself that only belonged to you.

In the darkest hours of the night when Kurapika was consumed by his endlessly tumultuous twisting of thoughts, when he was awake with nothing but ghosts to keep him company, when insomnia was an invited illness for fear the nightmares he’d endure in sleep, he opened his door for you.

There was no kissing, no romance or satisfaction of his touch on your skin. The love that burned within you was devotion to a broken angel, and the ritual that took place in these dark hours was your revering rite. Kurapika’s exhausted and overworked body, so beautifully fragile despite the dangerous strength you knew he possessed, was the place you paid worship.

In the dreamy blue-dark of Kurapika’s room -he always left the lights off-, his body sprawled and mostly undressed beneath yours in the twisted white sheets, you were nothing but the desperate devout. Kurapika was your spiraling, falling, wingless angel. Your adored. Yes, in these moments, however fleeting and painful, he was yours.

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Creators of banana fish had NO RIGHT to do that. THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO GO TO JAPAN TOGETHER, FUCK

WARNING!! Bnha manga spoilers ahead!!

Got it?

Okay.

Now that we got that out of the way I have Kurogiri/Shirakumo Oboro theory.

OKAY BUT NEWEST BNHA MANGA CHAPTER HAS ME SOBBING.

like...

THIS BOI

THIS PRECIOUS CUTENESS BOI WHO MUST BE PROTECTED

THE BOY WHO WAS FRIENDS WITH AIZAWA SHOTA AND HIZASHI YAMADA

(They even planned to be heroes together)

Shirakumo Oboro. He died when he was only 17 and then was turned into a nomu (yes, that's right) we all know as Kurogiri. Yes, his dead body was taken and then made into a nomu by AFO to be a caretaker for Shigaraki. That's canon.

My eyes are watering just by thinking about it, but... I have a theory about how this whole situation could turn out.

What if... They used Eri's quirk on him?

As we've all seen Eri was able to make her father disappear, which means she can rewind at least 20 years right??

SO, if Shigaraki was like 5 when he killed his family, 20 now (based on manga chapter 221) that leaves us with 15 year gap.

Shirakumo was 17 when he died, soo he (as Kurogiri) is 32, which makes sense, considering that he was in the same year as Eraserhead, who is 31 now.

SO if we say that Eri can rewind about twenty years (if not more), then who is there to say that she couldn't rewind 15 years??

If that's possible then she can rewind Kurogiri back to... Well, back to who he was before - 17 year old Shirakumo Oboro.

Anyways!! Let me know what you think!

fuck easter, today’s Kurapika’s birthday 🥳😇

Dabi x reader

category: fluff?

A.N: TW for cursing and a lil out of character Dabi?? Dabi is a todoroki theory in this. The reader has a glass quirk, where she can produce glass shards, without hurting herself. That's all, I guess. Happy birthday to my favorite bastard boy!

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"When will u be here?" sent 2 hours ago.

"U showing up or what?" sent about an hour ago.

"Okay, more cake for me!" sent 40 minutes ago.

"Dabi?" sent 26 minutes ago.

"Is everything okay?" sent a minute ago.

You didn't know if he would show up anymore. You expected him to show up, but with Dabi you could never be sure.

You stared at the watch, as if it was guilty of how you were feeling. It was already past 12pm and you were sitting there, like a fool with a cake you spent hours baking and decorating and a gift you thought was perfect for him. Hell, you took a day off work to make it all perfect, and with being a pro-hero you couldn't really do "days off" and it was an exception you made just for him.

Now you were thinking it was all just useless way of spending a day. Dabi didn't care. And he wouldn't care about all you did even if he showed up, either.

With every passing minute cake looked worse and worse in your eyes and you were even starting to doubt about the gift choice.

You reached for the TV remote and mindlessly turned on TV, to distract yourself.

"Half an hour. If he doesn't show up until 12:30, I'm going to bed." you thought to yourself, watching the scene that was unfolding in front of you on TV.

It was reporter, talking about an incident that started about half a hour ago in pretty busy area of the city. You weren't really paying attention to details, well not until you heard the reporter say "League of villains".

Your eyes widened, now actually focusing on what was going on.

The footage cut to a big, pro-hero agency building, that was swallowed up by masmerizing blue flames. "The details are yet to be learned, but the police are sure that a perticular person with a fire quirk from the league of villains is the one who caused fire." commented the reporter, looking worried.

The footage then showed a pro-hero, you recognized the second you saw him. Endeavour looked so mad, that you felt as if his stare burnt right through the TV screen. He turned away from the reporter, trying to talk to him

"Pro-hero Endeavour refused to talk and when asked about the situations and what are his speculations about who did it, he just said that he will kill the bastard that did this!" reported the woman, looking shocked "Not quite a words that we were expecting from no.1 hero, but you can't really blame him after-"

You turned off the TV, sinking back into the couch. Your breathing was becoming uneven, your thoughts racing at the speed of light.

He finally did it. You always thought that he was joking when he told you of his plans. You sort off brushed it off, because you didn't think that he would be so reckless. Oh god, what if they will catch him?

How could he be so reckless? Didn't he even think of you? How much would it hurt you? You didn't have anyone, besides him, didn't he have even a little bit of care?

Tears prickled your eyes and you slowly curled into a ball on your couch. Was he okay? Was he hurt? Did they catch him-

You were pulled away from your thoughts by the sound of your window sliding open.

You didn't even think, you were already on your feet, turning to the widely open window, your hands raised, ready to attack whoever was there, more tears streaming down your face. Oh gosh, couldn't you just stop crying already?

When that person started climbing through the window you just unleashed your quirk, without a care for your apartment. All the worries, all the pain, all your emotions were unleashed with a wave of big, sharp glass shards, pointed to that person, that dared to disturb you at such a bad time.

A sharp intake of air burned your lungs, when a sizzling wall of blue flames made you jump back. All your glass shards turned into dust in seconds and it felt like the room became at least a hundred degrees higher.

"THE FUCK!?" a gruff, grating voice shouted.

Your eyes widened, once you realised who was the owner of that voice. You fell to your knees, unable to hold your own weight. The wave of relief washed over you, but it was soon changed with burning rage.

Dabi stood in front of you, wearing the same expression he always had. His jacket was torn up in few places and there was shallow cut on his face, just under his right eye.

You took a small look at him and then continued to stare at the floor, afraid of what you'll say if you opened your mouth.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked again, taking a step towards you.

You didn't want him to see you like that, so you slowly stood up, trying to keep your eyes on the floor and to stop your tears from flowing.

"Answer me, goddamnit! with that he took a few sudden strides towards you and with his hot hand, reached your trembling chin, quickly lifting it up, not letting you turn away your e/c eyes from him, his other hand grabbing yours in almost bruising grip.

"Answer me." he repeated, trying to sound less irritated, but failing.

"I thought they cought you." you mumbled under your breath.

"Eh?"

"I thought they cought you!" you shouted, tearing yourself away from his grasp, and putting some distance between him and yourself.

"Why the fuck would you think that?!" barked Dabi "You know me better than that! You know I wouldn't get into hands of those stupid cops!"

You clenced your hands into fists, fingernails digging into palms, to calm yourself.

"Maybe I don't, Dabi! I didn't think you would do something so reckless, but here you are, running around and burning buildings!"

Dabi inhaled, small flames dancing around his tightly clenched fists.

"It wasn't reckless, I planned everything. I'm not as stupid as you, apparently, think." there was something resembling a grin on his face.

You brushed away your tears with the sleeve of your sweater. His sweater. You didn't even notice you were wearing one of his.

"I don't think you're stupid, Dabi, you perfectly know that." you blurted out "I just... Do you know how much it worries me to hear them mentioning your name in News? Do you know how much it hurts me to think that you're cought every time they announce they got another villain?" You don't even think about me, do you?" your words came out with a shriek, unable to hide your tears anymore.

"I do think about you, y'know? I think about you every time I hear about an injured pro-hero, I think about you every time that hand job sends us on another mission to deal with heroes." Dabi exhaled, slowly speaking.

Dabi never told you any of this. He was always pretty cold and not into "all that sentimental shit" as he had said.

"I do care about you, Y/N." Dabi repeated, and you raised your eyes at the mention of your name. Dabi usually prefered using one of many nicknames he had for you.

"Why did you burn Endeavour's agency, then?" you asked, now staring straight into Dabi's burning electric-blue gaze.

"A birthday gift for myself. How better to celebrate my birthday than ruining my old-man's agency, huh?" Dabi grinned, not a care in the world.

You didn't want to say anything more about that. You know what kind of asshole, the so called hero was. You know how much pain he caused to the man, standing in front of you. You didn't really blame Dabi for wanting some type of revenge.

"Just... Please, Dabi, don't..."

"Don't worry you like that again, dollface?"

You nodded, slowly taking a step towards him. He understood what you wanted and wrapped his long, warm arms around your frame. You wrapped your own around his waist, burying your face into his jacket, that smelled like freshly lit fireplace.

"You stink." you mumbled into his jacket.

"You were worried about me a second ago and now you're already complaining?" he raised an eyebrow "I can let you go, if you don't like hugging me so much, babe."

"No, I can stand a smell of a burnt chicken nugget if that means you can hold me for a little longer."

Dabi hid his small smile in your hair, feeling the lingering smell of your shampoo.

You felt raven-haired man's arms loosening around your frame and you clung into him tighter, not wanting to let go yet.

"Wait, babydoll, is that a cake I see here?"

You slowly nodded and his smile widened, letting you go completly.

"You don't deserve cake right now, don't think that one hug will make you innocent, Dabi!"

"But it's my birthday, I think I really do deserve it." beamed blue-eyed man. "Oi, did you write Happy birthday daddy on it, doll?"

Your cheeks turned poppy-red.

"It's happy birthday Dabi, you blind fuck."

"Mm, I think I like the first option better."

You smacked his hand playfully. He could be so smug, when he wanted.

"Unpack the gift, then you'll get some cake." you ordered, taking neatly wrapped box and giving it to him.

Dabi didn't waste any time admiring all the hard work you put into wrapping it (and you tried to wrap it for really fucking lot, because gift wrapping was a pain in the ass) and just tore off the paper, opening the box and revealing it's content.

There was a neatly folded jacket there. It wasn't as tacky as the one he was currently wearing and didn't look as if it was made in the dark by a blind tailor.

"A jacket, love? Is it because you have a great foresight, or because you just like to steal my sweaters to the point that there arent't any left in my closet?"

"You can't prove anything, staple-face."

He grinned, taking a better look at the jacket. It was a simple, long black jacket with a few decorative staples on it.

"A great sense of humour, doll."

"Knew you would like it." you nodded, smugly.

Then you both ate the cake, that wasn't really tasty, but wasn't that bad either. Dabi straight up said it tasted like shit, but ate every single bite of his piece.

You put on a horror movie you liked and Dabi didn't even argue anymore, maybe wanting to make-up for worrying you. You rested your head on his shoulder and he put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and not even five minutes into the movie he was out like a light. You smiled, looking at him, a little bit of cake icing on his lips, that were slightly open.

It wasn't perfect, the relationship with Dabi. It was worry, it was arguments, it was tears, but it was also happiness and moments like these... Well, moments like these made you remember why you fell in love with a villain.

"Happy birthday, Dabi." you quietly whispered, kissing his forehead and closing your eyes, feeling his warmth against your body.

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