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I write more than just insert-reader content and I have a work or two that feature aro/aspec characters, qprs, etc. so I was wondering:

[aroace-insert-reader]

HIII idk if you’re active much on here anymore but I just wanna say that I LOVEE how your writing focuses on the asexual/aromantic spectrum :33 it’s super rare to find fanfics that aren’t of the reader getting their back completely blown out. i’m 100% positive im on the asexual spectrum so being able to read fan fictions written by and for people like me is so refreshing.

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 🖤🤍💜

Hi darling! Thank you so much! I haven't touched this blog in ages but I promise I'm alive 😅 I made this blog after rereading managing the cat's den and immediately wanted more platonic x reader content. Being aroace, I find that I don't click with a lot of insert reader fanfics. Not because i don't like the premise, but because they lean a little too heavily into the romance and sex side of things for me. I made this blog with the hope that others might be looking for the same!

And... Then I was promptly sucked into the chaos of my senior year of high school and had zero time or motivation to write. 🫠

But I *do* plan on picking this blog back up now that I'm done with High School! (I've graduated! Yay! 🎉) It's really so much easier to spark an interest in creating something when you know other people are interested in it too, so thank you for sending in the ask 💜 I finally finished a request that someone sent in ages ago because of this ask, so thank you so much. Genuinely. 🫶

And feel free to request something if you'd like! (I mean. I obviously cant promise a timeline. My track record for that is abysmal. But I would still work on it.)

(Also if I accidentally abandon this again and anyone wants to know if I'm alive my main blog is @noodlesoup1819 You can find my non insert reader fics and some fanart over there if your interested too.)

[aroace-insert-reader]

hey! I've been craving a idea... Could you write a hurt/comfort for Bakugo with a retiredpro!reader who got put out of commission and months/years later she turned from a happy, playful girl to an angry, isolated person? And Bakugo finds her?

Hey! I'm here to ABSOLUTELY BEG FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS 🙇‍���️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ I made this blog and then was promptly completely sucked into the chaos that was my senior year of high school and had no time at all to do anything creative. I can't even remember when you sent this in but I know it's been sitting in my drafts since LAST YEAR. So so sorry. I'm finally completely done with high school and will hopefully have a little time to do some other things. I hope this is enjoyable enough to make up for the long wait 🤍

Pro-Hero Bakugou x Retired Pro Hero Reader

**all pairings on this blog are platonic**

(non-detailed spoilers for the manga ending)

Despite everything, UA was everything you could have wanted.

You enjoyed your classes. You loved your friends. You wanted to learn how to save people.

Sure, your first year and a half was a mess. Fighting for your lives and for everyone around you. It was terrifying, but you guys won. Not without losses and injuries and lots of things that needed to be rebuilt. But you did it.

Which is why it hurt so fucking much to be where you are now.

You helped defeat the most infamous villains in recent history at fucking fifteen years old.

And now you can barely leave your apartment.

Injuries aren't anything unfamiliar to heroes. Especially not to you and your classmates. Close calls, hospital beds, and physical therapy, could almost be considered close friends.

But you've always gotten better.

"I'm sorry, (name). It might be more reasonable to consider a career change."

The words echoed in your head.

"...consider a career change."

consider.

Like they gave you a choice.

As soon as your agency heard about the extent of your injuries, they very politely let you know that they couldn't keep a hero that would be out of commission for more than 6 months on payroll and promptly kicked you to the curb.

It was a underground mission gone wrong.

One day you were a hero, the next you weren't.

And aside from some small news outlets and gossip blogs debating the cause of your disappearance, the world moved on.

Sure, you still technically have a license.

But that doesn't do you much good when you can barely hobble to your job as a barista. (You know, the one that you had to get because you now have no income.)

You haven't spoken to anyone since the mission.

Your phone got busted and you got a new number and you couldn't really stomach putting in the numbers of everyone else out there living your dream.

Hell, you're pretty sure Todoroki just made the top three.

You know it isn't fair to your old friends.

But at this point, you're not really sure that you can be friends with them anymore.

You can't laugh or smile or joke around.

You can't be the life of the party.

You didn't die in that mission, but it sure feels like some part of you did.

You're not really sure that their friend still exists...

"--Are you even listening to me?! I swear people these days! The disrespect!" The woman standing in front of you startles you out of your thoughts.

"I apologize ma'am," you plaster on your best professional smile. (The one that used to be for scared kids and victims of terrifying crimes or accidents. The one that used to be for something good.)

(Now all it's good for is keeping face while you're being yelled at.)

"Can I offer you a free dessert to make up for this inconvenience?" You really hope that the offer is enough to placate her. It's almost closing and you just want to get home.

"You think a cheap cookie is enough to keep your job?! Do you know who I am?! I--"

"--I sure as hell don't," a way too familiar gruff voice cut in.

Shit.

"Look, spout all you want about 'people these days and their disrespect' but yelling at some poor underpaid worker definitely isn't the picture of 'loving thy neighbor' or whatever. Besides, I want to get my coffee and go home. I have had a rather long day. You know, chasing villains around Tokyo." Bakugou pulled down his face mask and let the realization of just who was scolding her set in.

The woman at the counter flushed red and started spluttering before finally giving up and storming out the shop's door.

"Sorry about that, people can be such dicks. Anyways can I have a-" Bakugou cut off when he finally turned to look at you. Eyes wide he exclaimed, "(Name)? The fuck are you doing here?! We all thought you died! You couldn't think to send a text?!"

You don't want to do this right now.

You so don't want to do this right now.

"Can I take your order?"

"No, No! You are not getting out of this that easy. We mourned you, you asshole! Your agency didn't say jack shit about where you were and you never responded to any calls or messages. You fucking moved! What else were we supposed to think!"

With every word that flew out of his mouth you could feel your blood boiling and hear it rushing between your ears.

What gave him the right?

Before you knew it, words were flying out of your mouth too.

"No! No! You don't get to yell at me! My agency didn't say 'jack shit' because they want nothing to do with me anymore! They kicked me to the curb after my last mission! I moved because I couldn't afford my fucking apartment! My phone got busted so I couldn't reply and excuse fucking me for not wanting to hang around my old friends, the friends that are living my fucking dream, while I'm barely getting by as if we didn't save the world when we were fifteen!"

By the time you finished you were out of breath and half the coffee shop was staring at you. The other half were pretending not to.

"(Name), why don't you take the rest of the day off and sort this out outside?" Your manager suggested gently.

"Whatever." You didn't have the energy to argue.

Bakugou stared holes in the back of your head as you pulled off your apron and limped over to put it away.

When you were done he lightly grabbed the crook of your elbow and helped you outside. Tucked away from prying eyes. After that show in your work, you couldn't do anything but let him.

"... (name)? Why didn't you tell us?" He asked softly. He sounded... hurt. "We... we would have helped you. Any of us would have. Did you really not trust us enough to help you with this?"

That wasn't it.

That really wasn't it.

Of course you trusted your friends.

Of course they would have helped you.

Its just...

You were ashamed.

Ashamed of being a fuckup.

Ashamed of being fired.

Ashamed of failing the mission.

And afraid that your friends would see what a wreck you really were underneath that happy bubbly friendly exterior.

And afraid that that happy bubbly friendly person that they all knew might have really died that day.

You can't stop the sobs that crawl up your throat.

And bakugou leans over and holds you tight while you babble through explanations.

A friendly shoulder to cry on.

-----

Later that evening you're tucked tight into a booth with the self-proclaimed bakusquad.

They hold you tight.

And shed a few tears of their own.

Then you share drinks and food and boisterous laughter (even if yours is a little tired and strained).

You head back to your apartment with fresh contacts for old friends in your new phone, an offer for a consulting position with shinsous weird undergrounder association thing, and love for your friends tucked back around your aching heart.

You're still angry at your agency.

And you're still hurt.

But maybe...

Maybe you don't have to be upset alone.

[aroace-insert-reader]

hey!👋 just letting you guys know i haven't forgot about this blog! things are just kind of crazy with finals atm and it's my senior year so i've been busy applying to universities. so if you've sent in a request or followed for the poll i posted a while ago, don't worry! things are coming! in the meantime, feel free to continue sending in requests! i'd love to have a little pool of things to choose from to work on when when i finish things up 🤍

[aroace-insert-reader]

hey!

okay, so as a person who suffers with chronic headaches, lacks motivation for assignments, and generally feel like a ghost of myself, could you write something involving Katsuki Bakugo? free reign here, feel free!

Absolutely! I hope this is along the lines of what you're wanting 🤍

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

**all pairings on this blog are platonic**

Your phone buzzed for the 7th time in the last 5 minutes.

You don’t want to answer.

Your head’s pounding and you have a mountain of homework to keep procrastinating.

You should probably get started on that.

Eventually.

Another buzz.

You should probably get up and figure out who’s trying to get a hold of you.

It’s hard to do anything when you feel like this.

There’s a loud bang at your dorm door.

“—YOU HAVE 60 SECONDS TO GET TO THIS DOOR BEFORE I BLAST IT DOWN, DUMBASS!”

So that’s who’s trying to get a hold of you.

“It’s unlocked, Bakugou. If you’re so insistent on coming in,” you reply.

The door clicks open, and light cascades into your room. You squint at the assault against your headache.

“What are you doing, stupid?” Bakugou starts as he stomps into your room. “I told you and the other idiots that we were going over the homework today. I don’t like wasting my time waiting.”

“I don’t recall asking for your help.”

“Really.” He gives a pointed look at the stack of abandoned textbooks on your desk.

You… don’t have much to say to that.

“Seriously what’s your deal?” Bakugou stares down at you.

“Headache.” It’s mostly the truth.

Bakugou turns and leaves, leaving your door wide open.

Rude.

You should probably get up and close it.

Probably.

Suddenly you’re being jerked upright and pulled to sit in your desk chair. A water bottle and some pain meds are shoved into your hands.

Baffled, you look up to see Bakugou straightening your covers and clearing off your nightstand.

“Wha? What are you doing?”

Bakugou whips his head around to glare at you. The dino plush of yours that he’s holding slightly lessens the effect.

“Take the meds.”

“Okay…?” So, you do.

By the time you're done, your bed and nightstand are mostly clean.

“Have you eaten yet today?”

“…No.”

Bakugou once again stomps out and comes back not 10 minutes later with steaming leftovers you know are from his personal stack in the common room fridge.

You'd mention this if not for the fact it smells mouth watering and you know that this will probably never happen again.

As you eat, Bakugou clears and organizes your desk.

When you both finish, Bakugou turns to fix you with a hard stare.

"Now, we're getting started on this." He says, pointing at the now manageable stacks of textbooks and assignments.

With the exaggerated groan you let out, you forget to notice how much better you're feeling already.

-----

After a few hours later you're well-fed, your headache is mostly gone, you have a decent start on your mountain of assignments, and you feel a little less like a shell of yourself.

It's easy to forget how much having a friend around helps.

“Hey, Bakugou. Thanks.”

“Whatever. Just remember I don’t waste my time on lost causes.”

He turns his face away from you.

Heh… softy…

“Lost causes? Well, that just sounds like quitting to me.”

“Huh?! What’d you say to me?!”

[aroace-insert-reader]

hey! just found your page and I love it. I look forward to seeing your future content. I'll likely make a request soon when you're all settled!

Thank you so much <3 I look forward to seeing your request!!

[aroace-insert-reader]

Alright, now that I've got request rules together, let's decide what the first post on here is going to be!

**All pairings are platonic in nature**

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私はスター ✨ that’s all I’ll say about that song. love you, Megan. also kinda laughing cause I initially thought this song was 誰もがスター from Wish LOL

went with pastels this time instead of my usual rainbow ! I may release the rainbow version later :)

please like, reblog, and credit〜

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[aroace-insert-reader]

Hello, everyone! Nice to meet you!👋

As an aroace person, I'm starving for some easily accessible platonic insert-reader content, so I've decided to make it myself. This is a place for headcanons, ficlets, and drabbles of platonic relationships between yourself and your favorite characters!

Feel free to send me some requests to get the content flowing!

*You do not have to be aro or ace to send in a request*

Requests are: Open ✅

Please send in requests following the guidelines below:

Fandoms I'll write for:

Haikyuu

My Hero Academia

The Batfamily

Other's probably. Feel free to send in an ask if what your looking for isn't on this list and see if I'm in that fandom!

I will write:

sfw

platonic relationships with any character(s)

queer/quasi platonic relationships with any character(s)

platonic or queer/quasi platonic relationships between characters

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort

I will not write:

nsfw

dark content/dead dove

explicitly romantic and sexual relationships with or between characters*

major character death

gore/graphic violence

overly triggering topics ( e.g. explicit SA or SH)**

*I will write ambiguous relationships with/between characters, this is just a place for mostly platonic content and there's a bunch of cool people out there writing ship fics and insert reader x (insert character) as your boy/girlfriend fics. Absolutely no hard feelings if that's what your looking for, just check out some of the other cool people on here 💜

**I don't mind touching lightly on some things, but please do not trauma dump in my ask box. I'd like to make things that comfort and bring people joy, but I do have to look out for my own mental health as well. Feel free to send an ask in if you're not sure, but don't be upset if it's not something I can do 💜

Tag system:

(coming soon)

Masterlist:

MHA

Bakugou x Unmotivated Reader

Bakugou x Jaded Retired-Hero Reader

dividers are by @cafekitsune