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SiriuismieWrites

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------18+ Fanfiction. Loves Writing/drawing. Loves everyone. Any requests? Dm or suggestion box is where you can submit it.------
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Anonymous asked:

Hi, I was just wondering what your age was since I can't find it anywhere and, like many in the 18+/nsfw community, I am do not want to read smut written by anyone 17 or younger as it makes me uncomfortable and is actually a very important thing to include if you're going to write nsfw things and be in the nsfw/18+ community as those are 18+ could get fined or face other serious issues. I would appreciate it if you could clarify/confirm you are 18 or older. Thank you!

Yes I am 18+, almost 19 now. I understand your concern and I appreciate you for asking!

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Into the Inferno wings: Hawks x reader x Dabi
A beginning fanfic...

Hawks

" spread your wings and take up to the sky with me. You were never meant to be grounded. Up in the sky is where you belong. If you get tired, just know that I am there, holding you tight. I will never, not once, get tired. You're the wind under my wings that keeps me soaring, not once had I have to work hard when you were with me. But then again, I’ll have to work hard to keep you away from the flame that dares to taint your angelic form.”

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Dabi

"Ignite me and my flame will last as long as you're there to fuel its hunger. I never once felt like a normal person with these scars, scars that hunt me of my past, scars that never heal. Pain is what I felt and still do, but with you I have a different mindset of living. I never knew what love was... what affection was... what it meant to be one with someone... until I met you. You are my ignitor... the source that fuels my flame... Usually, when my flame touches something to satisfy its hunger, it's never enough, and it crumbles, turning into a pile of ash, leaving my flame to die out. But when my flame touched you... it grew into something more powerful than I could imagine, not once did you turn to ash and leave it to slowly fade until its last breath. I felt powerless... but then you... you took care of my wounds, giving me the energy to ignite myself into a spark. The more you nourished and blew on that little spark, the more it rose to be a flame; then that flame became a wildfire, spreading far and wide, to what ever it touched it showed off its power that has been held back for so long. It may cause destruction, but if you stick around until the end, you'll see how beautiful the aftermath can be. It’s better up close than a birds eye view”

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Honestly I’ve been working on this fanfic since last year and some of you may know this piece 🌝 *cough* @half-baked-biscuit uhmm....but I’m excited to start posting more on this blog. I hope you enjoyed this and please tell me what you think :3. Chapter 1 coming soon

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Thank you, lemonheads

Disclaimer: non-pandemic AU; winter setting; fluff; a pinch of spice to make everything nice; swearing; Length: 3906 words; Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen AU; Characters: Yuuji/Sukuna x Black!Fem!Reader

The alarm did not go off at 7 am since it was Saturday, yet your eyes have been wide open for about one hour. The sun rays brought light on the ashy winter sky and you lazily shifted in your bed to check the time. How is it only 7:47 while I feel I’ve been laying here forever? You asked yourself in a deep sigh before you threw away the blanket and sat up on the edge of the bed. A life-saving decision you had taken the night before when you braided your hair, for not a single molecule in your body was able to deal with those shoulder-length thick curls after you wasted your night staring at the ceiling. Your body has developed a habit to wake up around 1 am for no particular reason and have you losing your mind over it. Usually, you managed to fall back asleep quickly, but that night between Friday and Saturday you just couldn’t. No one was online on any social media platform, you knew it would take you more time than available to pick one of the thirty million shows that you wanted to catch up on and you didn’t want to fuck up your night completely, so you forced yourself back into slumber. But now it was morning, your eyes tired and your body heavy.

With your mind set on still having a wonderful free weekend, you rummaged through the cabinets in the lovely apartment you had been thrilled to finally afford, in a futile attempt to grab a bite. You breathed deeply while counting down from ten after finding exactly half of a package of Lemonheads and some leftover seafood on a plate in the fridge. The initial plan was abandoned with the calamari as you headed for the bathroom, knowing for a fact that a nice scrubbing session during a dangerously hot shower will whoosh away all the fatigue and annoyance.

Fresh smell, moisturized gleaming skin, proud dark-brown eyes staring at you from the mirror made you put on a cheeky smile and leave the bathroom barefoot. One step into your bedroom and your stomach almost shouted at you. Ah, I do gotta eat something. McDonald’s it is, then. You were quick to agree to yourself and also to get dressed and leave the house. It has been snowing for a few days so the pavements were covered in a dense layer of white wonder, which made you decide to walk to the breakfast provider, instead of driving there. It wasn’t that far and you also loved the city landscapes.

Please read this, she’s the reason why I was inspired to write more in the first place 💅🏾😌

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Oh, it's 18th of January.

Todoroki Touya was born on this day. Some time later he died only to turn into Dabi.

Dabi probably hates his birthday. So I'll honour him in a way he'd really appreciate it. By not celebrating it. By not bringing his past memories into his present. By not talking about people that do not know of him anymore. By not doing things Touya would normally do on his birthday. By not thinking whether this is his last birthday or not. By not making him a cake or giving him a gift.

But by fighting with him, to make his body stronger. By robbing a jewelry store with him so he could wear the crown he deserves for putting up with so much bullshit and for not breaking down after he turned into a criminal whilst he only wanted to be a hero. By smoking with him and talk about the Universe and about an utopian world where no one matters more than another one. By cleaning his stitches and help soothe the pain of his forever bleeding body. By making him genuinely laugh. By teaching him to spare the innocents and not bring more darkness into his soul. By crushing both his cheeks with my hand and force him to look at me when I tell him "Whomever or whatever you are, be the best version of it."

Dabi the villain would still hate his birthday. But the Touya inside would feel a bit less pressured. I hope.

Have a good day, burnt nugget. Live it like any other and make the most out of it.

#Biscuit got emotional over one character that she really loves

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Brothers again

This story was entirely inspired by one of @sharlockart​‘s pictures. You can check it here -> amazing art! <-

Here lies your surprise, sweetie, hope it was worth a one-week await.

Disclaimer: angst; a bit of fluff; 1150 words; 

T-T she always doing this 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

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Wet Dreams-NSFW

character list➺

>Hawks >Dabi >Shigaraki >Bakugou >Kirishima >Aizawa

warnings: somno🤷‍♀️, creampies , consent isn't stated in particular(only with Aizawa) but you should always discuss this with your partner beforehand!! Erection is also not consent to be touched!

Ko-Fi and Patreon links are in my pinned post 💕

His chest is rising and falling rapidly, his wings flexing on the sheets as he breathes heavily.

He feels warm... too warm...and he subconsciously kicks the blanket off of him, spreading his legs a bit and pressing against the mattress.

He can practically feel your pussy in his dream, desperately getting through the motions in his lonely room, humping his cock between the materials as he murmurs praises into nothingness.

Maybe he knows it's a dream, maybe he's aware, but he's gonna turn a blind eye to it, his mouth watering as he latches onto your soft neck.

This time he won't coward away, he'll let go completely, pouring his love out into you and holding you tight, not letting you go like he did before.

With one final push, he can feel himself spilling into you, pulsing in your waiting pussy and breeding you like he always wanted to.

Warm spurts of cum coat the front of his boxers, seeping through the cotton and staining his bed.

He jolts awake, a huff leaving his throat as he props himself on his elbows, slowly turning on his back, looking around the dark room.

He can't stand to lay in his bed anymore, sitting at the edge of it and eyeing his phone. His fingers shakily pick it up, unlocking it and finding his way to your contact number.

A few heavy moments pass by, his thumb finally pressing against the green button as he takes a gulp of air, waiting for your voice.

He smiles softly when you answer, sleepily but so so worried, obvious rattling of the bed on your line.

"I-...I'm ready to fix this..." he whispers quietly, but hopefully, throwing on some clothes and going to the balcony.

And If someone saw you opening your windows at 3 am, no they didn't.

And if they saw the winged hero pulling your face with both of his palms and kissing you before he even got to enter your apartment, they also most certainly did not.

Dabi has wet dreams on the regular, and he's very used to having his hands in his pants every other time he wakes up.

This one felt too real though, like he could feel your lips wrapped around his cock all of a sudden, his hips bucking off the bed to meet your wet tongue.

Soon enough he's sure he felt your hands tightening around his balls as he slipped all the way to the back of your throat.

He slowly opens his eyes, still confused and trying to figure out why he woke up in the first place, the glucking sound of your throat sending his focus lower.

Your cheeks look so pretty all puffed up and full of his cock, lips stretched wide around his thick shaft.

Your glossy eyes meet his, your fingers trailing up to get ahold of his, ghosting his scarred hand in light patterns as you move slowly.

He leans his head on the pillows again, guiding one of your hands back to his balls, cupping them as he starts rocking into your mouth.

You try to breathe through your nose, his fat cock easily closing off any air attempting to slip past your throat. He can feel the spit pooling and slowly dripping in your palm, your fingers twitching as you struggle to breathe before he grabs ahold of your hair, pulling you off of him but keeping your face close.

He untangles his digits from your threads, petting your cheek gently, slipping in some praises while he works his length over your lips.

He wraps his hand in a fist around his cock, stroking it carefully, his tip bumping against your plump skin.

"Gonna cum over your pretty face...give you a nice reward for being so useful..." He says panting, speeding up his strokes.

Your eyes are half lidded and your tongue slips out shyly, meeting his tip with small kitten like licks. The first twitch of his balls gives you a brief warning for you to close your eyes, white painting your cheeks, followed by a long growl, some of his cum hooking on your tongue so that you can savor his tangy taste.

His ragged breathing overpowers all of the sounds in the room, a small "oh fuck" slipping in there too.

You sit on your heels, preparing to go and wash your face. "Come back to sleep after" you nod to noone in particular since he's almost asleep again, coming back minutes later and laying on his chest.

He sleepily pulls one of your legs over him, bringing your body closer to his. He'll seize the first opportunity to return the favor.

He's humping the pillows, not even sure if he's asleep or just daydreaming about you.

He's slamming his cock against the soft but poor replacement of you, hopeful that you might hear him from your room, purposefully moaning and whining louder as he approaches his high so so fast.

His gloved hands dig into the pillow, a hiss leaving his lips when he cums, the bed creaking while his heels dig in the mattress.

He doesn't stop after that either, now fully awake, biting the pillowcase in anger... it's not you, it doesn't even feel like you and let alone sound like you.

But he keeps thrusting his hips, mumbling angry remarks as his cockhead burns from sensitivity.

Choosing to ignore it, his thoughts run wild, a vivid image of your tits fronting in his brain. The times and times he just couldn't peel his eyes off of them when you wandered around the hideout without your bra.

You did for him...you must've...He knows you want him to look at you.

There's drool rushing out of his mouth, a fat load of spit falling and smearing over the pillowcase as his thrusts speed up, a desperate cry of your name echoing against the wall of his room, as he cums again, like a pathetic loner he is.

His face is stained in tears he didn't know he was letting drip down his cheeks, his chest tightening with post orgasmic guilt as he throws the pillow away.

There's a barely audible knock and a quiet creek of his door opening, a small prayer rushing through his brain as he turns around, clutching the sheets to his sweaty body.

"You called....?" your voice confident and inviting, kicking the door closed with your foot, he can't believe you're approaching him, his greedy hands pulling you in as soon as you're in his arms reach.

You're locked in his arms, his form keeping you safe and warm as you hide your flushed face in the pillow.

You don't know if you should move so you just let him rock his hips against your plump ass, his hard cock pressing into you all while his arms pull you even tighter to him.

There's an angry huff near your ear, warm lips pressing against your neck. He'd kill you if you tried waking him up, so you settle on going through the motions with him, ignoring the wetness pooling between your legs.

He did wake you up, but none of that truly matters right now while you focus on keeping your moans down.

You can make out the cursing and raspy whimpers of your name, his fingers slipping to your pussy, cupping it before softly stroking.

He's missing. That much is obvious.

You try angling your hips better, finally getting some friction over your clothed clit. His fingers aren't pressing even half as hard as you need them to, and you subconsciously start moving on your own, bucking into his hand until there's a sleepy but husky growl behind you.

You place your palm over your mouth, holding your breath and stilling your movement.

"Shhh...I'll take care of it..." he whispers sleepily, moving your hand from your mouth and turning your head to push his tongue between your lips instead.

His fingers slip under your panties, rubbing tight circles on your clit while he rocks against you gently. You're swallowing up eachothers moans, his rutting slowly getting more forceful, the bed creaking under you.

His hand snakes between you, slipping your panties over the swell of your ass before pulling himself out of his boxers.

A rewarding hum leaves his throat when he presses flush against your exposed skin, slipping his cock between your thighs. His fingers work your clit urgently, flicking it in time with his thrusts as he feasts on your whimpers.

He's so close to painting your thighs in his cum, secondguessing himself for a moment before he pushes the small voice in his head that's complaining about the clean up that'll follow.

He looks at your red cheeks, a grin forming on his lips, causing his teeth to clash against yours.

"Gonna cum-" he manages to get out before his cock spills over your skin, your orgasm triggered by the last rough flick of his wrist.

Squeezing his length, you milk him dry, your legs shaking and your toes curling. Both of his arms wrap around you protectively, kissing the top of your head before leaning down to kiss your cheek.

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This little sweetheart thinks about you a lot, so it's not a surprise hearing him mumble your name in his sleep very often.

It can go from mumbled out lines of love, all the way to moaning and whimpering out your name and nicknames while he roams his hands over the bed to find you.

You're sat on a small chair, writing out some delayed work papers when you hear the blankets shuffling, soft snores turning into mewls that make you jolt.

Your boyfriend is passed out on his back, an obvious hard-on bulging from under the covers.

A smile forms on your lips, letting go of your pen, you carefully find your way to the bed.

"jus' leik- that...." he rushes out, fingers clutching the sheets under him. "s-so...pretty" he adds on, drool forming at the corner of his mouth.

You hope to hell he's dreaming of you, otherwise this would be embarrassing...But you edge closer, pulling down the covers off of his naked body.

Contrary to his quirk, his skin is soft and pleasant against your own, flush and heated.

You lay your head on his shoulder , scooting closer, your lips gently ghosting over his neck. Scraping your nails across his abs, you trail lower, getting ahold of his length.

Your fingers can barely touch, your fist too small to wrap around his shaft. His face is scrunched in pleasure as you start working his cock, leathering it in precum.

"Yeah...that's it baby...." he shudders out, throwing his head to the side, his cheeks heating up. His abs flex with each slow pump of your hand, eyebrows furrowing.

You try slowing down even more, not sure what you'd do if he woke up. But you find out anyways, his eyes slowly opening, blinking the sleep away.

He catches your embarrassed stare, your hand shying from his cock as you wait for him to say something. He gives you a reassuring smile, turning on his side to face you.

Still a bit hazed from his dream, he pulls you on top of him, arms funding purchase on your hips.

"Maybe I'm still dreaming" he chuckles, sliding his hands under your shirt.

You rush to pinch his nipple, laughing when he lets a manly scream escape. "Okay, okay fine! Not a dream I get it!"

He pulls you down, smashing your lips together passionately, arms snaking around your back so that he can guide your pussy over his cock.

His sharp teeth carefully nibble at your lip, both hands now kneading your ass. You plaster your palms over his broad shoulders, using them as leverage to angle your hips right, determined to make him cream his chest.

When he feels like he's not as sleepy anymore tho, he manhandles you so that you're on your back, your panties pushed to the side before he mushes his face between your legs, determined to fuck you till the sun rise💕

This man fucks you plenty so wet dreams are rare and far in between.

Yet the two of you discussed it beforehand, agreeing that both of you are allowed to touch eachother freely during the night.

However that doesn't stop you from gasping in surprise when you wake up, his cock already draggin inside your warm pussy, hitting your G spot with ease while he rocks his hips into you.

He tried being mindful, trying his best to not wake you up, but at the same time he did wonder if he could make you cum without disrupting your sleep, loving the small challenge.

The two of you are heroes though, and deep sleep isn't a luxury you can afford.

His thumb is working your clit slowly, his other arm underneath you so that he can hold you closer.

"Morning princess..." he rasps out, giving a sharp thrust now that you're awake. It earns him a soft moan of his name, breathless and adored with the sleepy daze you're in, leg bending at its knee to give him a better angle.

He smiles softly , kissing your bare shoulder gently before his hips speed up.

His fingers dip to where your pussy leaks over his cock, spreading your slick across your folds teasingly, parting your lips with two fingers and pressing down, his palm ghosting over your clit.

You're still so, so tired, desperate to reach your high but with little to no strength to move, so you weakly put a bit more pressure over his hand, huffing when it doesn't do the job.

"Please Shota...." you mewl, earning yourself a rewarding flick of his wrist, his fingers working your slicked up nub perfectly, your legs shaking from the sudden rough movement.

He bottoms out completely, focusing on you as he works you to your high, his face buried in your neck.

"Milk my cock you greedy little thing" he whispers, humping your cervix, your cunt clenching and your eyes closing.

You can't focus on the words that are leaving his mouth, but you make out the growling tone before your pussy clamps down on his cock, your body curling up as you feel his warm cum seeping deep inside your core.

A sigh of relief leaves his mouth, both of his hands pulling your body impossibly close, caging you in his arms.

The fact that your mind is so full of ideas like this amazes me

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broken-hearted Nishinoya

Warning: !ANGST! mentions of sexual orientation, multi-personality, drastic mood changes, harassment, breaking rule of consent, sex, cheating; tears; breaking up; characters are around 20 years old;

I apologize in advance if anyone feels offended regarding the “orientation” thing. ISTG I LOVE AND ACCEPT EVERYONE NO MATTER THEIR LOVE INTERESTS AND I NEVER JUDGE ANYONE BASED ON ANYTHING. I, myself, am conflicted, so I can’t be a hypocrite. Still, I apologize.

Length: 2.7k

Fandom: Haikyuu!! - Nishinoya Yū x OC

If you want, you can support me for 2-3€ by joinin’ my Patreon🖤

Nishinoya’s face has always been expressive. You could figure out what kind of thoughts he had inside that pretty mind just by the look in his eyes. This time, though, there were too many mixed thoughts and feelings. He has run out of his girlfriend’s house and sped down the road, angry steps rising the dust behind him.

“Noya, wait! I’m sorry!” she yelled by the window, but he never turned his face to look or answer.

On the bus, he called none other than his best friend. Noya acted all casual on the phone, but Asahi still felt like something was abnormal.

“You sure you’re ok? Did you fight with Mia again?” he asked, already exiting his own apartment, getting on his way to meet Nishinoya.

For fuck sakes sinpai >:(

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“Please! I am begging you! Use fanart of aged-up anime characters if you write 18+ content!”

Please. This comes from a 24yrs old writer/reader who feels awkward reading someone else’s really good content because they put a canon pic/gif of the 16 yrs old bnha/haikyuu/whatever-other-anime boys as header.

This is not ok. Poor UA 1st Shoto would not breed you and most probably not spit in your mouth. 

Please. This is what is considered sexualization of minors. If you mention they are aged up in your fic but put a picture of them NOT AGED UP is non-sense.

Not sorry for the rant!

besides, there are sooooooo many artists that do such aged-up fanart! talk to them, ask for permission, spread their art along with yours; I promise it will be a win-win situation!

Say it again please!

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Young Touya x Young Reader Pt.1 {Unedited}

Disclaimer: Words that are like {this} are song verses from the song “make new friends”. This story also contains abuse and friendship bonding.
Don’t forget to like, follow and reblog it helps me out a lot, thank you :3 Enjoy.
Have you ever had friends that stuck with you through hard times and made your life easier or better for than what you thought it would be?
@half-baked-biscuit @crwispy-chimken @hawkschickenwings @alehaynes @bluecookies02-main @bluecookies02 @blueshadow0716

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{Make new friends, but keep the old.

One is silver, the other is gold.}

Each day that went by you stopped seeing Touya and you didn’t know why. You wanted to know what was going on but he would just smile it off and say he’s fine. You also notice that every time you see him, he would be wrapped in bandages that were on his wrists, ankles, calves, arms ,and neck.

You go to touch them or try to help him out but he would just pull away and say he’s “OK” . You knew something was up and you wanted to help but he wouldn’t let you.

As the days went on you stop seeing Touya completely and you wanted to talk to him because he was all you had to be honest, your family was always busy and they never really listened to you but Touya he will always listen to you and try to give you advice, but he never would tell you about his situation or what he’s going through.

{A circle is round, it has no end.

That's how long, I will be your friend.}

You honestly never expected him to respond back because maybe he was in training again with his father and thought that he wanted to spend more time with him. Touya would always mention to you how much he wanted to become stronger or be like his father and everytime he said it, his smile would fade by the time that flowed by.

As the time went by with you sitting on the other side of the gate you heard a scream of agony….it wasn’t so much a scream but a cry for help and you try to find a way to look into the mansion,so you climbed gates and before you knew it, you saw Touya stumbling out of the mansion with smokes fuming off of his small fragile body he fell to the ground hitting the concrete and cried.

{A fire burns bright, it warms the heart.

We've been friends, from the very start.}

His body looked as if someone took individual lit matches and grazed it along his skin until it peeled, sizzling to outline its creative destruction. He looks at the ground watching his own blooded tears leave his eyes, staining the concrete, “ I hate him so much….but I wanna be better, I know I can ,” he looks at his wrists that were freshly opened then tries to light his flames, returning with another cry of pain and suffering. You call his name. He didn’t respond so you yelled louder, “TOUYA!,”

His trembling form looked up at yours that was on top the gates.In his weakened state he forces himself up and limps to the gate before sliding down it to a slump sitting position. He couldn’t see you anymore, because he felt too weak to move, just that movement to the gate was tiring to his body.

You climb down the gate with caution and slump against it just like Touya. You rest your ear against the gate to hear Touya's wheezing lungs, it sounded like he couldn’t breathe at all but he was forcing whatever air he could get in and out him.

“Touya, can you tell me what is going on, I wanna-,” the concerned tone in your voice was put to halt by Touyas agitated one.

“I wanna do better, I just can’t do it, I can't, I can't, I CAN'T,” his voice creaks.

“I wanna be a good hero one day, I want to not burn myself inside and out everytime I try to use my quirk! And why are you here, you know my dad doesn’t want me distracted, he says it makes me weak and that’s the reason why my quirk doesn’t work correctly.”

“I’m here cause you’re my best friend, and I miss you, I wanna see you but I guess that’s not going to happen,”

“It’s not,” he was quick to say with a gloom of sadness.

“....” you think for a bit, “ I know ! How about everyday we meet here at this time to talk. From your angle your dad won’t know that I’m talking to you. I wanna make you smile again” on the other side of the gate you were greeted with silence then a small innocent giggle of hope.

“Sure, I like that idea, don’t be late”

“I won’t

{You have one hand, I have the other.

Put them together, we have each other.}

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Fallen angel
Love me the same way you lie to me
You beautiful fallen angel
Filled me with your sin,
But you aren't to blame
I allowed myself to fall with you
Desperate to have you,
You made me feel like only I
Could see your dark wings
But little did I know
Your disguise fooled everyone
Including me

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~hope you guys enjoy this one~

Wow, she’s doing it again !!!!

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Is this the real life
Or is this a fantasy
Played out by enemies
Enemies filled with envy
Envy mistaken for love
Love mistaken for nothing more
Than a chemical reaction caused by the brain.
A fantasy that left society to rot
A fantasy that left us wondering
What is real?
Another poem! This one was more about me questioning society and how some people tend to live in a fantasy instead of reality...

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Dabi x Fem Reader x Hawks

Family reunion
Summary: Helping a friend out to be reunited with their family can be hard, watching what awaits can be harder. 
Warning: Violence, fire, blood shed, cussing, family trauma.
Word count: 4.9k

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Ever since rescuing Dabi, taking him under your wings, he’s been nothing but quiet around you and Keigo, your lover. He still carried his bratty attitude, short-tempered personality, the only reason why it was ignored was because of his past and Keigo knew it was a lot on him so he didn’t try to correct it. Dabi, now Touya once more, wanted to meet his siblings again and to have a new chance at life. 

“Hey T what exactly are we making again?” you question him while putting on your apron. Touya finished putting his on, then looked at your struggling form, then back at the kitchen, making his way to the refrigerator. 

“Soba, something I know my little brother likes”, a small frown of guilt formed on his lips.  

“You know that how?” You moves to his side leaning against the counter watching him take out the ingredient. “I thought you didn’t want anything to do with your family,” 

Giving you a side glare, he sighs as he places a fresh pack of soba noodles on the counter along with dashi stock, soy sauce, mirin, shallots (scallions), and  Wasabi. “I love my family, meaning my mom and siblings but my da- Endeavor I want nothing to do with him. I watched from the sidelines, the shadows of what my siblings were doing, turns out little Sho is doing well with his half and half quirk”, his fist balled up into a tight straining knot to the point his staples pulled his skin. emories surfaced in his mind, memories that he tried to subdue “failure, failure, failed experiment, mistake” it was like his brain enjoyed the high sadistic torture it gave itself, every time the chance was there. Touya looks up to the ceiling swallowing hard, trying to loosen the knot in his throat. “Better than I could ever do......”

“Don’t start that self-degrading thing, you were doing so well....” you reach out rubbing small circular motions on his back, between his shoulder blades. His body tensions up then it relaxes under the touch he knew but never felt much. 

“Right, right, sorry” he takes a knife out of its holder sharpening it then begins chopping up the scallions into two fine bits. “Can you boil a pot of water for me, Dollface?” 

“Sure”, you move away from his side walking over to the island where the hots and pans hang above. Reaching up, you grab a stockpot and you get quickly corrected by Touya. 

“That’s a stockpot, we aren’t making soup here, babes” he smirks looking over his shoulder at you. 

“Shut it, staples. I knew that” you put the stockpot back and grab a regular one this time then fill it halfway with water before placing it on the gas-powered stove, setting the burner on H. 

“I bought the hair dye, for snow-white, what else did I need to bring?'' Keigo leans against the island counter with folded arms and a chill smirk. Touya's eye twitched at the nickname, which you took notice of. 

“Keigo baby, maybe refrain from the nicknames” you cup a hand to the side of your mouth as you whisper, “You know how sensitive he is.” 

“And that's why I do it” he laughs as he walks over to Touya’s side wrapping an arm around his shoulders as his other pats his chest. Touya stiffens.

“Don’t you have something else better to do than to annoy me?” he grabs Hawks hand that rests it on his chest, squeezing it roughly while adding a little heat. 

“Ah- Ow!” Keigo jerks away from Touya.

“Boys, please don’t kill each other, we have a sibling dinner tonight. We need to start getting ready for. Keigo, go shower and put on something nice. Touya once you’re done go to the guest room you’re staying in and do the same because both of you stink.” They both were dumbfounded by your statement. Keigo complies then walks out of the kitchen to your shared bedroom to get ready for the dinner. Touya sets the dishes aside and he preps then looks at you. 

“Can you plate the soba with the noodles once they are done then put the dishes into the fridge so it can stay cold? I need to take a couple of shots before this dinner” he reaches into the cabinet grabbing a bottle of tequila before walking off to his room. You shake your head at his dramatic ways. 

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A couple of hours passed, the sun that brought light and warmth to the world was tucked away by a blanket of stars catered by the moon. Touya was pacing the whole penthouse trying to calm his nerves, he was dressed in a hoodie and jeans, nothing fancy but something to bring comfort to his trembling state. The hood covered his white hair casting a shadow over his turquoise eyes. 

“Touya, sit down please, you’ve been walking around for almost an hour now” you lean on one leg resting your arms over your chest, waiting for a response you wasn’t going to receive Snapping your fingers then pointing back at Touya, Keigo nods walking over to him grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to sit down on the couch. 

“Stay here-” Keigo was cut off by the doorbell that sang its sweet brassy lullaby through the penthouse. “There's no rush with introducing yourself back to your siblings” he pats Touya’s shoulders then fixes his hoodie before fixing his own posture walking to the door with you by his side. Keigo lets you open the door because he didn’t feel like doing anything formal. 

You open the door to be greeted by three entities of different statues. 

“Hello Mrs.Takami,” Fuyumi and Shouto bowed while Natsuo nodded a greeting instead. 

“Yo yo, how's it hanging?” Natsuo walks past his siblings and you greet Keigo with a so-called manly hug. Keigo hugs back, patting his back then lets go. 

“Nothing much, just ready to eat” 

“Natsuo, take off your shoes, it's rude to walk around in this beautiful home with dirty shoes” Fuyumi chastised him. 

“Fine fine” he moves away from Hawks's side to the door where he took off his shoes. You guide the rest of the siblings to the kitchen table. 

“Mrs.Takami, who is the man over there by the couch?” Shouto points a finger at Touya’s anonymous form. You quickly made up something not wanting to spoil their reunion. 

“He’ll come out when he’s ready, he’s a little shy” a nervous laugh escapes your lips. Shouto stares at you for a couple of seconds before resuming to sitting down at the table. 

“What a wuss” Natsuo comments while sitting down next to Shouto. Fuyumi’s cheeks turned red from the embarrassment her brother created. “Natsuo!” Fuyumi scolded him. 

“What?” he shrugs. 

You and Keigo snicker at the conflicted siblings as you set their glasses down in front of them. “What would you like to drink?” you ask them as you walk over to the refrigerator opening the door. 

“Vodka” Natuso yells out. Fuyumi reaches over Shouto then slaps Natsuo on the back of his head. 

“We’ll take water” she tells you while adjusting her glasses. 

“Quite a vibrant family” Keigo looks over his shoulder at them while making his way over to the couch, noticing Touya’s bouncing leg and hunched over form. 

“Hey........you holding up okay?'' Keigo squats down so he could make eye contact with Touya. Touya’s eyes averted from his, he seemed troubled, worried, scared........

“No....what if they don’t accept me but hate me, reject me even?” 

“They aren’t gonna do that Touya, now come on, you burnt piece of toast, they need you” he stands back up while taking Touya’s hand forcing him to follow. Touya was quick to tug at the hood of his hoodie making sure his face wasn’t noticeable.

“Why don’t you serve them what you made, T?” he nudges him, “Go on” he pulls Touya into the kitchen. 

You look at the two males as they walk by, curious to what they were up to Keigo gives you a little wink, “Babybird” he smiles then continues to pull Touya to the refrigerator. Both males refrained to talk in a quiet tone. Shouto’s eyes squinted as he watched them in silence.

“How do you do this?” he starts taking the prepped plates out of the refrigerator, glancing at Touya as he did so. 

“....... you grab the dipping sauces to serve with it” he mumbles under his breath. Keigo sighs as he takes the plates handing them to Touya.

“Come on, you’re serving your siblings” 

Touya glances up and over at the kitchen table as he sauntered over to the table, immediately grabbing their attention. Shouto notices the staples and fresh wounds of Touya’s wrists, his heroic instincts kicking in, just as Touya sets down the plates. Shouto grabsTouya’s wrist with his right hand, freezing it on command. All eyes widen as a cold shock fills the room. You look between the two brothers praying everything will be competent. Keigo's face remains neutral but if the truth was to be told, behind that mask he was trained to wear, he was worried, some may say frightened.

“Speak now before I freeze you inside out, Dabi….”Shouto’s heterochromian eyes darkened from the bangs that cast a shadow over them. He was determined to do his duty as the next generation hero. Touya looks down at his frozen hand then back up at his little brother. He could feel the pressure of his siblings and friends gaze upon him like he was trapped under a metal crushing machine. His eyes close as he inhales deeply then exhales through his lips with a light-fuming cloud containing the plug to his built-up anger. “Well…..Dabi?”

“I’m kinda offended, Shouto Todoroki. You don’t recognize me even with this close up ? It’s the scar, isn't it ? Maybe this will help you remember who I am” Touya lightly smirks. He used to smile so much, so vibrantly to the point it would illuminate for everyone to see, but not anymore. Chains held the corner of his lips, forever reminding him of his past and shame, the pressure he built up then carried and dropped on his sibling's shoulders. Nothing but disgrace he brought to his family and to his father. 

He takes another deep breath before taking off his hoodie slowly, letting his white hair fluff up from being pulled back from its true form. 

“We came off on the wrong foot but I’m hoping you’ll forgive your big brother” his eyes avert to the ground while a nervous insecure smile forms on his lips. Confidence forced him to look back up at his sibling, forced him to make eye contact with each and every last one of them. “I know I don’t look the same, this happens when your body doesn’t agree with your quirk”. 

The siblings were speechless. Natsuo even stood up from his chair stumbling back a little while pointing at Touya and holding his head. “T-Touya ? Y-you’re alive? My big brother??? This can't be, he’s dead!”

“The old me is dead, yes…..” Touya comments.

Fuyumi took off her glasses as her eyes watered, trying to process all the information that was passed to her. 

You and Keigo look at each other and stay quiet until his phone rings. His eyes widens, body shivers and jolts as he reaches for his phone only to be greeted by the last phone number he wanted to see at that hour. You looked at him with concern, you knew that number too and it wasn’t normal for them to call Keigo. He leans and you whispering that he would be in the living room, then leaves the scene. Your eyes watch Keigo leave before staying quiet to watch the sibling reunion.

Fuyumi stands up and walks over to Touya. She cups his cheek, looking deep within his eyes, “Is it really you?” her voice was barely above a whisper. He leans into her touch “Of course it is sis, who else helped with making dinner when mom needed a break or thought wasabi wasn’t hot but sweet or-” she cuts him off with a bone-crushing hug, not even giving him a chance to finish talking. He pulls away from the hug,   slaps him across the face then hugs him once more before letting Natsuo have his chance. Touya's eyes widened from shock, not expecting to be slapped. He holds his stinging cheek as he looks at his second to youngest little brother. 

“I should punch you for leaving us, you dumbass”

 “It wasn’t my decision to go if I was meant to be rescued” he looks at Natsuo with gentle eyes. Natsuo’s filled with tears he tried to hold back. 

“I’ll let it slide this time” he frowns but smiles in the end. Touya’s eyes travel to Shouto’s empty ones, he could tell Shouto didn’t know how to react. For so long his emotions were suppressed and hidden, he didn't know how to open up anymore. Touya was also the reason for it as well, for he pushed his little brother away from being able to dominate what he was trying to be in the past, dominate what he wanted but couldn’t be, what he needed to be as a Todoroki.

Touya’s hand heats up, melting the ice around his hand, letting him put the plate down then walk towards Shouto with open arms. “Please, you need this….you’ll understand once it happens” he says to his little brother before bumping into him while wrapping his wounded arms around Shouto’s stiffened form. “You’ve grown so much and I missed all of it. I didn’t even get a chance to love you like a big brother should or play with you” Touya’s words had trouble piercing Shouto’s stone-like heart. Shouto’s eyes wandered off into the distance, thinking about his  over lost but now found brother.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Keigo seemed to be troubled by the caller on the phone. Shouto looks down, finally, with no words left to say. Was he supposed to cry? Laugh? Be mad? Go insane? ‘Cause God knows after all he’s been through he had the power to do so. Touya swallows hard as he looks up at the ceiling then back down while tilting his head to the side to bury his face in Shouto's red and white hair. Touya’s voice starts to crack as he whispers to Shouto “It’s not your fault, you hear me? It’s not”

Shouto's eyes started to widen as if his brain had an awakening. Touya repeats himself. “It’s not your fault, it’s not, it’s not, it’s not. Everything you’ve gone through and had to endure, don’t blame yourself for it” he takes Shouto’s hanging arms and wraps them around his own form. It was like an instinctive feeling to help others in a troubled state. Once he placed Shouto’s arms around his body he felt the hands of his little brother grip the fabric of his hoodie and a light pressured irregular movements Shouto was crying. 

Keigo looks back at the reunited siblings with worried eyes. He was praying that everything will go well. “Hawks do you hear me? I was not informed by you that my kids will be over your house” Endeavor grumbles over the phone.

“I didn’t think it mattered, especially since two of them are adults. They can handle themselves Endeavour-”

“I’m on my way. Next time you do something like this be prepared to lose a wing.” Endeavour sounded way more pissed than his normal attitude towards Keigo. Your boyfriend looks up noticing you walking over to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Is something wrong baby?” you ask him in a concerned tone. 

“He’s coming over, like now” he answered you, allowing worry to be seen in his eyes. “He is pissed at the fact that no one told him that they wouldn’t be home.” 

“Well, fuck, what do we do?” you mumble softly trying to figure out how to stop Endeavour. 

“Touya?” 

“Touya? What? What do yo-” your voice died quickly as you felt a radiance of heat hit your backside. Touya was fuming, pissed to the bone, he wanted nothing to do with his father, he just found happiness with his siblings again. He shot glares at Keigo. “I trusted you, I gave up my life of being a villain for this?! To be introduced back to the man I personally told you I didn’t want to meet. How could you lie to me, Keigo?!” Touya pushes past you to Keigo, grabbing him by the collar. Keigo’s eyes widened for a quick second then turned cold as ice from Touya’s glare, his hands grabbed his wrists that held his collar.

“Personally, that is rather rude of you to just think the worst of me. I befriended you, I took you under my wing, I let you into my house, around my loved one, made sure you had your own room, own clothes, own bathroom, gave you proper meals and this is what I’m rewarded with? A lowlife answer?” Keigo’s pupils contract to pin like needles. 

“T, he wouldn’t do that and you know it-” you tried to help but Touya didn’t want to hear it.

“SHUT UP! You don’t know that pain and torture that man put me throught, and you will never know”, Touyas grits his teeth letting his words slur through. 

Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shouto were all on their feet from sudden commotion. 

“You’re right. I don’t’ know and I’ll never know, but for you to think I would do such a thing hurts my fucking feelings,” Keigo pushes Touya off of him.

“I still don’t trust you, I never will.” When Touya said those words, Keigo felt like someone cut his heart with a knife. He honestly thought him and Touya could be friends of some sort.

“Touya listen I-” he was cut off by the deafening knock of the door, as the reverberating noise filled the room everyone fell quiet. 

You fumble your fingers then take a deep breath, walking to the door “I’ll answer it.” Reaching a hand out you grab the handle, turning it before opening the door. You weren't greeted by a “Hi”, “hello”, or “good-evening”, but with a demanding question from the tall buff man. “Where are they? Why wasn’t I informed or invited to this so-called event?” Endeavour’s glare lowered on your form. 

“Well, both Natsuo and Fuyumi are adults, so I thought they were responsible enough to come over with their younger brother for a quick dinner” you responded too quickly and it was pretty obvious, he arched an eyebrow at your attempt to confuse him. “I’m sure you don’t mind your kids having fun right?” 

“Move.” You could tell Endeavour was in no mood to argue so you obeyed by moving to the side. “Can you at least take off your shoes?” you ask as politely as possible. From the corner of your eye you could see Keigo struggling to hold Touya back, his arms hooked under Touya's underarms. Touya’s siblings didn’t know how to help him, it was like they didn’t know their lost brother anymore. When his lips parted, smoke escaped into the atmosphere. Keigo tried his best to calm his friend's angry state but it did him no good “Touya, I know you’re mad but you have to calm down, your siblings are here, calm down,” he yell-whispers into Touya’s ear through gritted teeth. 

“LET GO OF ME!! I’M GONNA KILL HIM, I WILL KILL HIM, HE NEEDS TO PAY, PAY FOR WHAT HE DID TO ME!!” Touya’s voice cracks as he yells, pulling the staples around his mouth and jaw, causing the skin to tear apart and eventually bleed. He jerked his  body trying to get loose from Keigo’s hold, who was flying backwards as much as possible towards the balcony in an unsteady pattern.

As Endeavour got himself situated, looking around to match the voice with a figure, his eyes landed on Touya who originally he thought was Dabi. His facial expression never changed due to the lack of belief in who Dabi truly was. Touya’s elbow collided with Keigos nose, busting it “I SAID LET GO OF ME! HE NEEDS TO PAY!”

Endeavour looks at his children, specifically Fuyumi and Natsuo “Explain. Now.” 

“We thought it was going to be quicker than this, so we didn’t tell you, sorry father...” she looks down with guilt and fear. Natsuo frowns “Do we actually have to tell you? I’m an adult, sis is an adult, I can handle myself, she can handle herself, and I can protect my sister and little brother. We don’t need you here, you weren’t welcome, your presence only makes things worse, like now” he points to Touya making Endeavour’s eyes follow. 

“I’LL KILL YOU OLD MAN, I’LL KILL YOU! RUINED MY LIFE, MY CHILDHOOD, MY CHANCE TO MAKE FRIENDS, MY SIBILINGS’ LIVES” blood-like tears leave the stapled patches under his eyes. “You dare to stand there and not recognize your first born? Haha, I mean a greeting would’ve been nice, after all, we are a TRADITIONAL family” his demented voice lowered as his hand points directly at Endeavour. “Do to others as you wish they did to you, am I right hehehhahahaha?” he lets out a laugh of insanity. 

“Touya…..?” Endeavour was in disbelief. Keigo frowns deeply at Endeavour, finally realizing what his idol truly was about even though he knew once he rescued Touya. It was just different hearing it. He continues to fly backwards out to the balcony in the same unstable pattern. 

You stand in front of Endeavour once you spotted Touya agitated and igniting his palm. “Touya, please, calm down, we can work this out, without all of this, don’t let your rebirth be a recreation of your past…..”

“SHUT UP. You don’t know what it’s like to be considered a failure of a creation, a waste of time, a mistake, all because of my quirk was defect, something I couldn’t control, something he couldn’t over look and see the good in me, I was a good student ” he looks back at his father, “I wanted to be just like you, Enji Todoroki and so did Keigo. We both looked up to you, but because of your stuck up ways in creating the perfect hero… look what you did. LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO ME! YOUR FIRST BORN, TOUYA TODOROKI!” his words died down to nothing, leaving everyone in fearful suspense. Tears left Shouto’s eyes, adding on to the bucket he filled earlier. 

“Now, Enji Todoroki, I’m taking you to hell with me, where we both belong. LET’S SUFFER MORE SHALL WE?!”

“TOUYA NO!” you shout out as your eyes sting from the tears building up.

The wounded son let off a huge blue flame at his father, but it never hit him, not once, and instead was blocked by the wings of a fallen angel… Keigo. His wings were cocooned around the both of them, keeping the blue fierce flames in places as it boosted them over the edge of the balcony. Keigo falls from the heights of his penthouse while holding onto Touya protectively. He tried stretching his burning wings to fly back up, but couldn’t. Touya’s flames were living up to their name of cremation, eating away at the red feathers piece by piece. 

Watching your husband fall over the balcony the way he did with Touya made your heart stop. He was your other half and you couldn’t afford to lose him. Your feet moved on their own out onto the balcony, immediately looking over the rails. “KEIGO!!!” your distress bounces off the  buildings echoing into the distance.

“I’m here babybird” he whispers as he tilts his head downwards looking at the ground coming fast by the second every feather burns. 

“CALL THE AMBULANCE, BE USEFUL, DO SOMETHING !” you turn around and yell at Endeavour specifically. He snaps out of his shocked state and nods complying to your command. You look back over the edge not believing what you saw, then immediately make your way out of the penthouse and down to the first floor as fast as possible.

Keigo notices the pool of the complex coming in fast below him and Touya, because of the high speed they were going. Touya passed out, not able to handle the different wind pressures passed to him. Keigo takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes readying himself for the impact into the pool while protecting Touya’s almost lifeless form. Kiego’s back slams on top of the pool first then continues through until his head touches the cement of the bottom of the pool. The sudden cold shocked Touya’s nerves, waking him straight up. His eyes open as he inhales by reflex, realising that he was in water. Once up to the surface, he starts coughing and gasping for air. He looks around swiftly then looks down at the water which was mixing with burnt feathers and blood… blood that wasn’t his. “Oh no, oh no oh no! OH NO KEIGO!” He takes a deep breath then dives back down into the cold water after Kei. Finding him quickly, he pulls Keigo into his body as he resurfaces, pulling him to the edge of the pool, placing Keigo up on the ground before getting out himself. 

Touya places an ear to Keigo's chest for listening. Keigo wasn’t breathing, nor was there a heartbeat. Maybe because he could’ve had water in his ears, he thought to himself as some way of comfort, “Fucking dammit… don’t do this now, idiot, you’re stronger than this” he starts performing CPR on Keigo. “Come on dammit BREATHE…..” No matter how hard he tried he got nothing from Keigo. 

You finally make it to the last level before rushing to Touya’s side, then immediately covering your mouth, noticing Keigo’s inert form. His head was covered with his blood and was still bleeding out. You noticed his back was completely flat on the cement, meaning whatever was left of his wings broke off from the impact into the pool. “W-what do I do?” you stutter out already feeling like you lost everything. 

Touya gives you a quick glance. “I don’t know, he’s not responding to this CPR” he leans down giving Kiego air, then repeats the treatment. He places his ear to his chest again, Touya’s eyes widened and watered for what his eyes could produce. “He doesn’t have a heartbeat, go in the penthouse hall and look for an emergency heart defibrillator”

“O-okay” you panic as you stand back up rushing into the building to later return with the machine, putting it down next to Keigo. “He never taught me how to use this-”

Touya opens the kit, not taking any time to talk, then rips Keigo's shirt off, placing the patches on top of his chest, then presses the button of the machine, starting it up. The machine starts to speak, “Warning to not touch an entity that is undergoing a shock, being in contact with the entity can and will cause problems for others. Shock will begin in 3...2...1..” it shocks Keigo, making his body jolt up but it goes limp. 

“No...no..no..no come on, idiot fight!” Touya bangs his balled up fist on the ground. 

“Keigo” you place your hand in front of your mouth, “please wake up,” your voice cracks, “we have a kid on the way, we still have to grow old together”

“No heartbeat detected, another shock is in process…. Stand back… 3...2...1” the machine repeats itself but gets the same reaction from Keigo. 

“Somebody do something please!, please help him,” you cry out. You could hear sirens in the distance. “Come on, Keigo… help is almost here, give them a sign you’re still with us.”

“Last shock…..3...2….1” the patches shock Keigo with all the energy it was programmed to give. 

Silence. Nothing, but silence. Could that honestly be it? It couldn't be, right? Before you and Touya gave up hope, Keigo gasped for air, coughing in pain as his eyes remained shut. 

“Oh, thank God…” Touya holds his head as he falls back on his bum letting reality hit him. You lean down placing your forehead on Keigo’s, then begin to sob out your worries, dropping tears on his face. Keigo keeps his eyes shut “Is….everyone safe?”

“Yes yes everyone one is okay-” you speak out in a whisper.

“What about Touya…. he survived the fall right?” with every breath Keigo took; it was a little shaky and quivered like, you could tell he was in immense pain.

“I’m here, thanks to you…” he grabs Keigo's hand for a split second to tell him he was there and safe. 

“Good…..good…..” Keigo's head slowly starts tilting to the side as his words slurred out.

“Keigo?” you question quickly starting to become worried.

“He’s just passed out, due to the lack of blood” Touya reassures you and you nod in return. “Again…. I’m sorry”

“I’m just glad both of you guys made it… just don’t do that again, okay? There is always a way out of situations such as this one. We will get through it together... me , you, and Keigo, okay?”

“Okay…”

((Thank you Guys for reading this fanfiction, I honestly gained enough courage to do this thanks to @half-baked-biscuit​ , @bluecookies02-main​ , and @bluecookies02​. They are honestly amazing writers so please take the time to give them credit for the talent they hold in their hands. Biscuit helped proof read my work as a beginner writer and gave me pointers while Cookie helped me construct my Masterslist. I really apricate it and I will see you guys real soon))

((This fanfic was also created between me and my friend @hawkschickenwings , we both rp together a lot so this was a good memory of it))

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