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[reikuto]

Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):

“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.

“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.

“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.

“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”

“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”

“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.

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Reblog if you've ever cried over the death of a fictional character

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armin’s expressions in official art are just so

:0

:D

>:(

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HELLO NEW MOOT<3 i don’t usually do this but i looove your armin headcanons sooso much like i am in awe because it’s like you just went inside my brain and wrote down my thoughts exactly !!??! and this is random but your theme is soo pretty too omgg!!!

OMG HEY NEW MOOT!!!! stop, it means so much that you like the armin headcanons because i literally LOVE writing about him (they are all SO self indulgent). what can i say, great minds think alike!!!😝 ALSO MY THEME IS PRETTY? I ADOREEEEE YOUR THEME‼️‼️‼️‼️

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day by the beach

warnings: they are so in love it's disgusting /ref /lh content: modern au, fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader pairing: armin arlert x reader a/n: this is very self-indulgent and i got carried away whoops. enjoy!

yellow kisses press into your skin, gentle yet firm, as you lay beneath the silken sky. the warmth of the sun is pleasant, teetering on the edge of almost too hot but never quite passing it. with your eyes shut, you’re able to appreciate your other senses: the crisp coastal breeze that occasionally sweeps by and soothes your heated skin, the smell of seasalt and damp sand that you can just barely make out from under the hat on your face, the distant sound of whispering waves and giggling gulls accompanying the music in one of your ears, the lingering flavours of the ice cream you had earlier, still sweet on your tongue. your fingers drum on your stomach and your head moves ever so slightly to the beat of whatever song is playing; you’re so in the moment that you almost startle when the shade on your eyes is replaced with blinding brightness.

you make a noise of complaint, reluctantly opening your eyes and plucking out your earphone. you shield your eyes from the sun as you twist your head to look at armin, laying on his side next to you. he’s staring at you, impatient and unimpressed, with one hand propping up his head and the other holding your sun hat.

you give him a hopeful, cheeky smile. “five more minutes?”

armin’s expression remains the same. “you’ve been saying that for the last fifteen,” he says, sitting up and dropping your hat onto your face.

as he stands up, you scoff and take the hat off. “well, time is only a construct, you know,” you say, sitting up and placing the hat on properly. “maybe your fifteen minutes are my five minutes.”

“pfft.” armin offers a hand out to you. “come on. walks on the beach were made for this kind of weather.”

“so was sunbathing,” you sass, even as you’re taking his hand and rising to your feet. the shifted weight makes the pliant sand mould to the shape of your feet. armin’s hand moves to your elbow, helping you balance as you slide your feet into your sandals. once you’ve put on both, he steps aside to roll up the beach towel while you collect your scattered belongings and throw them into your bag. you’re about to lift it over your shoulder when a hand from behind you takes it instead. you turn to armin in confusion to find him carefully sliding the towel in and hooking the bag strap over his shoulder. the both of you exchange soft but eager smiles before sauntering down to the shore.

the sea is divine in the low sun, glittering like flames and moving like a dance between lovers. curling waves turn into froth and it’s almost hypnotic in the way it dissipates, only to come back again seconds later. the cool water skims across your bare feet, the sandals dangling from your fingers long forgotten. your other hand is comfortably clasped in armin’s, swinging back and forth leisurely. occasionally, you stop to pick up a pretty shell or rock, tossing it into your bag before resuming your walk.

“wanna go in the water?” armin suggests. until now, the melodies of the sea have been the only sound between you, but armin’s voice is like the sound of the sea itself, familiar and refreshing and gentle to your ear.

“where would we put our stuff?” you ask.

“uhh...” he takes a look around. “well, there’s hardly anyone here, so it should be fine to leave it nearby,” he says with a subtle smile. “you know, somewhere just out of reach of the tide.”

you hum in thought. “i don’t know,” you say sheepishly.

typically, armin would be cautious too, but he’s feeling adventurous, whether it be because of the freeing touch of the sun or maybe all this time spent with you has got his heart soaring a little too high. either way, he’s tugging on your hand encouragingly, like an excited puppy. when he’s met with resistance — you don’t require any more convincing really, you just like it when armin gets like this and want to tease him — he lets go, grabs your sandals and hat, then jogs away.

you fondly watch armin put everything down before pulling his t-shirt over his head by the collar, so quickly and eagerly that it gets caught on his limbs a few times and makes you chuckle into your hand. as soon as the t-shirt is in the bag, armin is running back to you. his daffodil locks ruffle in the breeze and his teeth look like pearls in the twinkling light. you’re mesmerised, only able to think about how perfect he is like this; grinning with the sun in his hair and a childish bounce in his step.

once he finally reaches you, armin is slightly out of breath. “come on, let’s go,” he says. that grin is still on his face, but it’s much brighter up close; cuter now that you can see the freckles on his nose and the shy dimple in his left cheek.

“race you there,” is all you say before you’re sprinting across the wet sand. armin is after you in seconds and the adrenaline of being chased has you feeling like a giddy teenager. you glance over your shoulder, heart thrumming in your chest. he’s closer than you expected, so you speed up and push harder through the resistance of the deepening water. you stop once you’re waist-deep and turn around to check on armin again, only for him to crash into you, pulling you both into the water.

you’re only under for a moment before you’re back out again, gasping and pushing your hair out of your face. “armin!” you scold, though you’re smiling so wide it loses its effect.

armin’s head is thrown back with laughter so you splash some water at him; some finds its way into his mouth, causing him to sputter and making it your turn to laugh. from there, it devolves into a splash match, neither of you letting up, both of you too greedy for victory. your fingers are pruney, your mouth tastes of salt and your eyes are stinging; normally you would be complaining, but you really can’t when you’re with him.

after sending another scatter of water at armin, his blond head suddenly disappears under the water. you still your movements, tense as you watch the surface. “armin?” you call out, unsure if you should be worried or if he’s just playing a trick.

as his name starts to leave your lips again, you feel something wrap around your thighs and lift you out of the water. a yelp leaps from your lungs and your hands desperately find purchase on armin’s shoulders. below you, armin’s smile is toothy with mischief, his hair is clinging to his forehead and his eyes are shimmering in the pink twilight like nothing you’ve ever seen before; you’re so entranced you forget to scold him for startling you again.

gently, armin lowers you back into the water, but his arms stay touching your skin, crawling up to your waist. your arms do the same, hands gliding to the back of his neck, where you nudge him forward and catch his lips in your own. it’s long and tender and wet with saltwater.

“i love you,” armin whispers as you part.

“i love you too,” you murmur back, thumbing away the hair that’s stuck near his eyes. in your peripheral, you notice armin staring at you, and the heat in your cheeks is immediate. when you shift your gaze back to his, it’s like his eyes are sparkling.

“you’re so pretty,” he mumbles dreamily.

your warm cheeks only grow warmer and in flustered frustration, or perhaps out of cute aggression, you squish armin’s cheeks between your hands. “shut up, you adorable idiot.” and then you’re leaning in for another kiss.

after sunset, armin takes you back to his place on his moped, your arms around his waist and your cheek pressed against his back as he drives you down the scenic route. once there, you decide to take turns to shower, and armin lets you go first. now, you’re waiting for him to finish, lying across his bed and scrolling on your phone. every so often, you nuzzle your face into his pillow, addicted to the smell: fresh linen, vanilla and seasalt, and something strong and masculine that’s all his own.

armin ambles through the door, a towel around his neck and drops of water dripping from his hair. he adorns a baggy satin button-up, open to reveal the pale plains of his torso, and some simple shorts; you can’t help but admire him.

“c’mere,” you say, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and beckoning him over. he immediately obeys, making you smile. you place a kiss on his belly and the muscles twitch under your touch. when you lean back and look at him, his cheeks are flushed. “you’re so cute,” you coo before patting the space between your legs. “sit. i’ll dry your hair off for you.”

without a word of complaint, armin sits down on the floor between your legs. you reach down and lift the towel over his head. you start off by gently squeezing the residual water out before beginning to rub and massage his hair.

“today was so much fun,” armin says, his smile evident in his voice.

you hum and smile as well. “we should do it more often.”

“really?” armin tilts his head to look up at you, only for you to tut at him.

he pouts, so you peck the crown of his head. “yes, really.”

he seems happy enough at that, leaning back and letting you spend the next few minutes drying off his hair. afterwards, the two of you get ready for bed. you settle in armin’s arms, surrounded by his smell and warming your hands against the skin under his shirt.

“i love you,” armin says into your hair, voice quiet and low, like the ocean at night.

“you’ve already said that today,” you mumble against his chest.

his smile is lazy but beaming as it always is. “i can say it more than once, can’t i?”

“mm-mm.” you shake your head. “saying it more than once makes you a sap.”

armin sighs. “well, i like being a sap then,” he says, holding you closer and kissing your temple. you can only hum, too drowsy to formulate a response. armin’s hand traces patterns into the bump of your hip, and the delicate movement, along with the steady heartbeat in his chest, pull you the rest of the way into the embrace of sleep.

#bashing my head against the wall

[reikuto]

imagine armin reading to you on a lazy sunday afternoon. an open book held by slender fingers, an arm curled around you. you’re tucked into his side, a cheek on his shoulder and his head resting against yours. the calm cadence of his voice lifts the words off the pages and vibrates softly in his chest; a soothing thrum under your fingertips, occasionally stuttering when he stumbles over the sentences, misreading and mispronouncing, then chuckling and starting over. there’s the gentle sound of rubbing paper as he turns the page and continues. each second melts into the next, his voice fading into an echo. your eyes flutter shut and your smile slips under the weight of your drowsiness. you feel the warmth of armin’s lips press against your temple, followed by a whisper of sweet nothings that lingers on your skin as you finally fall asleep.

#sobbing

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thinking about going on a bike ride with armin. making your way home, the basket half-full of leftovers from your picnic, the evening sun on your skin, the summer breeze in your hair, the whir of the bicycle’s mechanics below you. your surroundings roll past you like a kaleidoscope, a blur of shapes and colours. you’re smiling — have been since you first mounted the back of armin’s bicycle — and your arms are wrapped around his middle. the warmth of his skin, through the sheer fabric of his cotton shirt, is pleasant against your cheek, but you pull away for a moment to watch the sky, a gradient of blue, purple and pink.

feeling adventurous, you unclasp your hands and move them to the seat, curling your fingers around the edge and letting them bear the weight as you tilt yourself back. you shut your eyes and take in deep breaths of the countryside air; basking in the wind, the thin streams of sunlight flickering by you, this whole moment.

but the sudden coldness around his waist makes armin glance over his shoulder at you. “hey, be careful,” he warns you.

you smile at his concerned tone. “i am, don’t worry,” you assure him, but a cautious hand still reaches over to your knee and gives it a squeeze. your head falls back down as you push the hand away. “now who’s not being careful, huh?” you tease.

armin chuckles and places his hand back on the handle while your arms slide back around him. you rest your chin on his shoulder, watching the smooth wide path and fields of green. you gently bump your head against armin’s, making you both laugh softly, then peck behind his ear and settle in his neck to watch the sunset.

[reikuto]

⠀⠀ヽ(⑅ᐢ-ᐢ)/⠀⠀⠀♪⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🏖️⠀⠀⠀⠀˚

@iluvrei

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⠀⠀ヽ(⑅ᐢ-ᐢ)/⠀⠀⠀♪⠀⠀⠀⠀🚬⠀⠀⠀˚⠀⠀⠀@i-jiwon

[reikuto]

"oh i could never date bakugo because he's too mean"

to you? mean? oh, darling, no.

the second bakugo confirms that you're his and his only, it's a one way ticket to being spoiled beyond anything you could imagine. his fight to be the best hero translates line for line into your relationship.

it's "whatever you want" mumbled after every question, it's "the fuck you think you're doing?" when you try to lift a finger toward your wallet, and it's "you drive me insane" with a scowl and smiling eyes, tugging you closer by the hip to soften his words.

trust me, you can't even go a day without him showing up in your relationship in some way. he's working late at his agency, swamped with paperwork? you're greeted in the morning with what seems to be the entire stock of the local flower shop down the street. he's sent away for a week on a mission? when your phone isn't buzzing with texts updating you (nothing too flowery, but it's enough to remind you he's thinking of you), you're eating food he's meal prepped for you or had delivered to your door. it's sunday? he's shoving your drink of choice under your nose and insisting that you spend at least an hour longer in bed.

if you're also a hero, on the streets fighting alongside him, he respects you above any other hero. if you're at home, in college or working in some other career, he's bragging to his sidekicks about how "fucking cool" whatever you're working on currently is.

and then there's the way he would never leave you with any doubts. does he suck at communicating his feelings directly? yes. without hesitation, yes. but he's there and he's blushing and spitting out assurances of his care for you until you're able to soften his jaw with time, he's never shying away from touching you to make up for where his words lack, he's playing your favorite songs in the car without having to be asked and he's always jumping at any opportunity to make your life easier.

(it helps, of course, that you spoil him tenfold by being there for him, holding his hand when nightmares prevent any further touches in the middle of the night and smiling so sweetly at him when he walks through the door to see you. i mean, how could he not adore the only person who sticks around and peeks past the vulgarity of who he is to see the good he fights so hard to maintain? something about you makes him feel human, worth emotion, worth love. he's willing to do whatever it takes to be "the fucking best at this boyfriend shit")

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i feel like. bakugou didn't have any siblings and has always been a rough-houser, so by the time he's comfortable in his relationship with you, he's SO ANNOYING.

he comes back from his early morning run to find you still in bed and he just lays his entire body weight on you. he'll put you in a headlock for NO REASON. does the thing in the kitchen with a damp dish towel and it hurts omg, he's really good at it. like aiming for your ass EVERY TIME. i love that hc about him being too wound up if he doesn't expend enough energy at work, and you're trying to lay down and go to sleep and he's yanking the blankets off you or scooching too close or trying to poke and prod at you, so you lean over and WHACK HIM ONCE and it's like over for you. it's 10pm and he's ready to wrestle.

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a huge house in the middle of the woods with keigo where you have thousands of trees and endless bird feeders. keigo talks to the birds every morning after his daily jog, and you’re never fully certain if he’s actually talking to them or not. regardless, the sentiment is cute. but he does get them all to sit on his shoulders and will pass one over to you as you step outside — barefoot and the grass is slightly damp. it makes your nose crinkle up and keigo’s smile is soft as butter cream as he approaches you. “this one likes you,” he tells you. “they all love you,” you say. he nods. “but this one,” he flicks a finger to your shoulder, to the tiny cardinal who strikes like buds on a rose bush against the world of green below you, “really likes you. you’re her favorite. she told me.” and you don’t know if he’s lying or not, but you smile to the bird. then to your favorite bird. and he always smiles back.

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CONTENT! quirkless!au, bakudeku, angst, established relationship. SUMMARY! completely inspired by the movie little fish. this is NOT my idea. in a world where there’s a global memory-loss pandemic called neuro inflammatory affliction, katsuki struggles to help izuku keep his memories. A/N! enjoy!! (p.s. this fic takes places over the course of several months!!!) UNEDITED. i was too excited to post!!!!!! GO WATCH LITTLE FISH, ITS FREE ON AMAZON PRIME

HE SHOULDN’T HAVE IGNORED THE SIGNS. it’s not like he hadn’t seen the news; the fisherman who jumped off his boat to swim home, the marathon runner who forgot to stop running, the pilot who forgot how to fly a plane mid flight, katsuki had seen it all and yet he shrugged it off. instead he’d shift his focus to the man beside him, who somehow always uttered the most factually incorrect sentences in hopes of getting a reaction out of the blond. bakugou katsuki would narrow his eyes at the freckled man, whose lips quirked up into a knowing smirk. “was it something i said?” izuku midoriya chuckles, sliding the blonde his coffee.

“that’s not what happened.” katsuki scoffs, bringing his mug to his lips. “but whatever.”

“you sure?” izuku cocks an eyebrow. “pretty sure that’s how it went down.”

“nope,” katsuki says simply, resisting the urge to take the bait. “it’s alright though, i know you’re just trying to piss me off.”

it’s never been anything but a stupid joke; a silly way they - mostly izuku - would poke fun at each other. the freckled man would smile cheekily as he spewed out some half-assed version of the truth and katsuki would roll his eyes before almost always giving izuku the exact reaction he wanted. in the end, it never mattered, the blonde would still begrudgingly accept the shorter man’s soft kisses and teasing apologies. it was never serious, it was never supposed to be serious, katsuki was never supposed to feel genuine fear inking through him when izuku recalled a memory incorrectly.

the government said there was no known cure for NIA; there was no avoiding it, no preventing it, no stopping it. people would inevitably forget their memories, some steadily and others in one fell swoop, but they’d lose it nonetheless. katsuki believed - prayed - that somehow he and izuku would be spared, that there was some sort of immunity and they had been fortunate enough to get it.

there wasn’t.

for izuku midoriya it happened slowly, over the course of six months. katsuki didn’t know if he was supposed be grateful for the steady decline; while it gave them more time together, it only made it harder to witness the man he loved lose everything that made him…him. the first sign of NIA that katsuki had recognized in izuku occurred on a chilly saturday morning. walking back to their shared apartment, hand in hand, when izuku nodded at a restaurant they’d frequent at and said: do you think that place is any good?

it took a couple seconds for his question to register, but when it did, katsuki brought the two of them to a halt. “what did you say?”

“hm?” izuku innocently turned to katsuki. “i asked if you thought it looked like it was any good.”

“are you being serious?”

“yes?” izuku laughed. “it’s close to our place, we should check it out.”

“we’ve been eating there for months, deku.” katsuki frowned, and the way izuku’s smile faltered made him wish he would’ve just kept his mouth shut.

katsuki refused to give up though, adorning every picture in their apartment with sticky notes of names, ages, and their relationship to izuku. he’d talk about their childhood at dinner, ignoring the pang in his chest at izuku’s reactions as if these memories weren’t his too. he’d let izuku spend hours scrolling through social media, grateful that their friends had always documented every birthday and outing. he’d watch izuku take in the pictures and videos in awe, with only one thought on his mind: why was the universe trying to take izuku away?

one early morning, when izuku thought katsuki was still asleep, he had gotten up and stared at the pictures littered on their dresser. katsuki watched with a knot in his throat as izuku’s fingers delicately traced the frames, the way his hands trembled as he picked them up, and the way he looked around their apartment as if he were a guest sleeping over for the first time.

katsuki sat up then, his rustling garnering the attention of izuku, who only stared at him silently. katsuki could almost see the gears turning in his head when at last, izuku said, “bakugou?”

katsuki ignored the churn in his stomach because this didn’t mean anything. they could still get past this, the fact that izuku still knew his name is a good thing right? katsuki just had to work a little harder to make izuku remember details.

“kacchan,” katsuki corrected gently. “you call me kacchan.”

“kacchan,” izuku repeated, and katsuki felt the relief wash over him when he sees izuku smile. “good morning, kacchan.”

unfortunately, katsuki wasn’t always as successful, such as the time he and and izuku were cuddled on the couch watching tv when izuku’s phone started ringing. with a sigh, izuku picked up his phone and glanced at the screen before tossing it aside.

“who was it?” katsuki asked, absentmindedly playing with izuku’s fingers as he watched tv.

“someone named uraraka.”

katsuki tore his eyes from the television to look at izuku’s phone. “you’re not gonna answer?”

“i don’t know an uraraka.” izuku shrugged.

bakugou’s eyes furrowed, picking up the remote to lower the volume. “yeah you do. ochako uraraka? we graduated with her.”

izuku remained silent for a couple seconds, “what was she like?“

fuck. “uh…short, round cheeks, nice.”

izuku laughed, and the sound eases katsuki’s heart. “that doesn’t really help, kacchan.”

katsuki took his hand off of izuku’s, crossing his arms as he tried to think of any information on the girl. “you dated her for a while. a long time ago. you’re still friends though.”

“oh,”

“listen, i don’t know her all that well but i know you two are close.” katsuki shrugged a shoulder. “she would’ve liked to talk to you.”

izuku didn’t respond, instead he quietly got up from his spot beside katsuki and walked over to the kitchen. internally debating whether or not to answer the call and let izuku hear her, katsuki mumbled a curse word and stood up to follow him into the kitchen. he recognized that the shift in izuku’s expression meant that he was struggling to put pieces together.

“what’s your name?” katsuki urged.

izuku pursed his lips, grabbing a glass and pouring himself water. “i’m fine, kacchan, we don’t have to do this right now.”

“when’s your birthday?”

that question made izuku roll his eyes but nonetheless he answered, “june.”

katsuki barely succeeded in hiding the slight temble of his lips, “june what.”

izuku took a long sip of his water before setting the glass down, staring at the counter as he struggled to recall a date. “i don’t know.”

bakugou sighed, walking around the island to pull izuku into an embrace, who accepted it in defeat. katsuki squeezed him a bit tighter, taking a minute to appreciate izuku’s warmth. “july.”

“what?”

katsuki’s voice came out in a whisper, “your birthday’s july fifteenth.”

the two of them stood in silence, arms wrapped one another with the looming dread of the situation sitting heavy in the room. katsuki often wondered when he’d wake up from this nightmare, when it would all be over. katsuki didn’t think he was capable of facing the day izuku forgot him entirely.

“your birthday’s in april.” izuku stated softly, and it’s enough to have katsuki’s eyes welling up in tears. izuku never stated anything anymore, his words always carried traces of uncertainty, always waiting for katsuki to confirm or deny them.

“yeah, it is.” katsuki nodded, his hand reaching up to rest on the back of izuku’s head.

“you’re katsuki bakugou.” izuku was just speaking out loud now, reinstating what little he could remember. “you’re twenty-four.”

“keep going.”

“we met when we were…in kindergarten.” the confidence in izuku’s voice faltered. “you were mean to me.”

that made katsuki laugh, and he pulled away from their embrace to cradle izuku’s face in his hands. “yeah, i was real mean to you.”

“you’re crying,” izuku frowned, gentle hand reaching up to wipe katsuki’s cheek. “you don’t have to cry, i’m okay.” a lie.

katsuki closed his eyes, feeling another tear fall as he rested his forehead against izuku’s. “i love you, deku.”

“i love you too, kacchan.”

katsuki wanted to scream out into the sky. curse the world for taking izuku away from him like this. for taunting him with the crippling fear of waking up and finding that izuku’s doesn’t recognize him anymore. katsuki’s almost convinced himself that it’s a punishment. he’s finally paying for the years he spent being so negligent of others. why else was he being tormented like this? forced to watch izuku succumb to this virus, forced to watch izuku forget him, forced to watch as izuku stopped loving him. karma was the only logical explanation for the position he found himself in today, standing across from a distraught izuku midoriya in their shared bedroom, trying to remind the boy of his identity.

“hey, hey, could you stop for a second?” bakugou begs, trailing behind izuku as he leaves their bedroom in search for his clothes. “listen to me, deku.”

“that’s not my name.” izuku hisses as he snatches a pair of pants off the floor.

“please, just stop—“

“i’m sure we had a great time, but really, i need to go.” izuku apologizes as he zips up his pants, although his kindness is strained as he keeps his distance from the blond.

“you live here,” bakugou says, finally closing the distance between them to show izuku the photos on his phone. “we live here.”

on the screen was the two of them at mina’s halloween party a couple years ago, the picture capturing the moment izuku pressed a kiss on katsuki’s cheek. the blond slid his finger across the screen to reveal another picture, a selfie taken by izuku of the both of them cuddled up on their shared bed. izuku finally settles down, cautiously taking the phone from katsuki and swiping the screen. the next image was of them at the beach, izuku latched onto bakugous’s back with a big grin. the blonde can do nothing but watch in silence as the images register in izuku’s head.

after what felt like ages, izuku looked up at him with watery eyes. “i-i’m-i don’t—“

“it’s okay,” katsuki hushes, feeling his own blood pressure ease up once he wraps his arms around izuku. “just take a deep breath.”

izuku hesitantly reciprocates the hug, and katsuki feels the way his body instantly relaxes in his embrace. the dam broke then, izuku beginning to sob as he mumbles why can’t i remember anything? katsuki feels like someone is trying to pull his heart out of his chest, unable to do anything but murmur soft words as he gently rubs izuku’s back.

after a couple minutes, izuku’s cries finally soften, but katsuki still holds him in him arms. in fact, if it were up to him, he’d never let izuku go, maybe then izuku wouldn’t forget him. hands clenched around bakugou’s shirt, izuku exhales a breath before whispering, “april.”

“what about it,” katsuki pries gently, careful not to overwhelm him.

“y-your birthday’s in april.”

“that’s right.” katsuki nods, “keep going, deku. whatever you can remember.”

“you’re twenty-four.” twenty five now, but wasn’t going to tell izuku that today was his birthday.

“what about you, can you remember anything about yourself? the smallest thing.”

“my name is izuku...” he hums before abruptly pulling away from the embrace, “we talked about getting married.”

katsuki can’t hide the surprise on this face as he wipes away the tears on izuku’s cheeks. “you remember that?“

the conversation occurred earlier that year, barely a month after moving into their apartment and before the virus was brought onto society. they were chatting idly on their balcony while drinking wine — because deku is a grandma — while the hour pushed four in the morning. katsuki had never been one to stay up late, but he’d always cherish that night; no noise, no work keeping them apart, no hectic schedules, just izuku.

the topic of marriage had come up, and he easily recalled the way izuku’s cheeks had flushed. ‘we’ve only been living together for three weeks, kacchan.’ izuku had mumbled. is it so bad that i want to spend the rest of my life with you?’ kacchan had responded in a drunken haze - not that it didn’t reflect his true feelings. nonetheless they proceeded to talk about the must-haves at their wedding, bakugou butting in whenever izuku’s vision got a little bit too ambitious.

“i do remember. ” izuku smiles breathlessly, “and i think we should get married.”

“what?”

“i want to marry you, kacchan, while i’m still me.” izuku pleads as he takes katsuki’s hand in his. “while i still remember us.”

katsuki couldn’t say no even if he wanted to, he just wishes these weren’t the circumstances that they were getting married under. had this virus never occurred, he would’ve given izuku the wedding he knew he wanted, with all those stupid extras and their families gathered together. they’d take a sweet honeymoon and everything would be perfect because why wouldn’t it be, they were together.

instead, they both agreed on eloping secretly; katsuki’s parents had long succumbed to NIA while izuku had forgotten the existence of his mother entirely. their friends most likely had their own set of problems so it felt unfair to pressure them with premise of a wedding. besides, it wasn’t guaranteed that they remembered who katsuki and izuku even were. ever since izuku’s memory began to fade, katsuki hadn’t dedicated any time towards keeping up with any of them.

they found themselves in the lobby of a courthouse on the beautiful saturday morning of may second. katsuki couldn’t recall the last time izuku had looked so happy, hand squeezing his own, “i’ll be right back, yeah?”

katsuki gives him a small smile and watches as izuku goes into the bathroom. he feels the anxious churn of his stomach because holy shit he’s gonna marry izuku midoriya. the day he has long awaited is finally here, and maybe now it’ll be easier to remind izuku of the role katsuki has in his life. from now on, when izuku has his episode, katsuki can say ‘it’s me, your husband’ because that’s sure to hold more weight than boyfriend, right? from now on, izuku will have a ring on his finger to remind him that he has someone else in his life, even if katsuki isn’t right next to them. today feels like a hopeful step forward, and katsuki let’s himself get swept up in the potential of their future.

the anxiety that sat in his gut dissolves the longer katsuki stood in that lobby. he looks around the room and takes in the decorations, analyzes the occasional employee that walks by him, and his eyebrows furrow as he turns around and cautiously exits the building.

the sunlight hits katsuki’s face, making him squint out at the world around him. the grass on the buildings is dewey, the breeze is cool and slight against his cheeks, there are people walking their dogs and cars driving by. katsuki pats his body, feeling something in his pocket and shoving his hand inside to retrieve a phone. the screen lights up to reveal a wallpaper of sleeping man, drowning comfortably in sheets, his face hidden. when the phone asks for a passcode, katsuki scoffs, shoving the damned device back in his pocket.

“excuse me?”

katsuki turns around to meet the bright, green eyes of another man, and he can’t help but take a mental note of the freckles that adorned his nose and cheeks. “yeah?”

“did you by any chance see who i walked in with?” the man asks nervously. “i think i’m supposed to meet someone here but..i can’t remember.”

“no,” katsuki grunts stiffly, watching as the man’s face contorts into confusion.

“okay, well thanks.” he mutters, turning around and walking away, although it’s obvious that he doesn’t know where he’s going.

bakugou katsuki watches him leave, the remnants of something foreign in his chest that he can’t quite place.

#mha #bnha #izuku mydoria #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #sfw #quirkless au #my hero acedamia #boku no hero acedamia #boku no hero au #bakudeku angst #bakudeku au

[reikuto]

Ahaha YOUR BOKUTO FICS IM CRYING 😭😭 I have such a hate love relationship with all parts because theyre so well written but still hurt SO BAD 😭😭 begging for a better future for both of them :'))) at least in my heart they got together in the end SOB

AAAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THEM!! there’s actually one part left but i haven’t gotten around to finishing it </3 hopefully it’ll be done by this upcoming weekend!!! ;)

[reikuto]

OK HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE… Aot guys but they have a crush on their best friends sister ?!

eren

he would make you play games with him and your brother. he gets defensive over you when your brother calls you lame or anything bad. and he uses these situations to make you sit next to him. high-school eren plays sports so he would run up to you after sport to ask you how they did. he also loves having special handshakes with you and touch you whenever he likes. he doesn't dare to hug you but he loves patting your head.

you would probably find out that he has a crush on you while you're passing him in the hallways and he's talking about you to his friends.

armin

he's the type to "accidently" go for something to drink when you're in the kitchen. he always asks you questions about your life.... and sometimes he gets so personal that you have to beg him to stop giving you dating advise. he also suggests to go with you to the mall when you complain that all of your friends are busy. and if you agree, he makes sure to see you in everything you try on. although he gets shy whenever you touch him.

he tells you that he has a crush on you and he makes sure that your brother isn't in 500km radius.

jean

he would take you home from school. the type to slow down when he sees you walking home, roll the window down and tell you to get in while tilting his sunglasses down. actually tries to be your friend rather than shyly hop around. be glad that your brother thinks good of him and allows him to hang out with your alone. something jean comes over when your brother is out to have you all to himself. he acts confident but one time when you hugged him goodbye, he almost passed out.

i think your brother figures out what's going on and tells you about jean's secret crush.

connie

he's bold about it but still not entirely obvious. he says stuff like "hey bro, your hot sister opened my door for me. can i have her?" but you think he's not being serious. he's always flirty with you, but after some time, he would get angry because now it's you who's not serious. always touches you in some way. he loves hugging your shoulders and ruffling your hair. connie would tell all of his friends about you and they would tease him about it. he actually waits the whole year to ask you for a prom as friends but he confessed during party rock anthem.

reiner

he's the biggest mess out all of them. he can't be in the same room as you because he's gonna melt. and if you opened the door for him, be prepared for reiner to run but the stairs as fast as possible. you actually thought that he hated you for some time but you later found out that he's just shy. when he gets used to your presence, it's something different. he still blushes at every word you say but he is more confident in his communication skills. also you find out that he has a crush on you yourself. like come on. even your brother is his wingman. he's just so miserable.

[reikuto]

please rest. you can try again tomorrow. it’s okay, i promise.

[reikuto]

“mister dynamight! mister dynamight!” a young girl called as she ran up to you and your boyfriend while on a day out, you hear a woman —who you assumed was her mother— shout to come back.

you instinctively reach to grab some of the shopping bags out of his hands in case he needed to give an autograph, but his grip tightens with a warning glance.

“is it true you once captured three villains in one day?!” the girl asked, eyes gleaming up at her role model. chest puffed out, katsuki clicked his tongue, “don’t believe everything you hear. psh, three in one day..”

then he knelt down, leaning close as if to tell the girl a secret. “it was four.”

he smirked when she let out an amazed gasp, ‘wow!’ while you roll your eyes, mumbling under your breath.

#SOOOOOO CUTE