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Drafts

What I'm working on :D

Dadzawa fic: In which Eri is taken by a villian and its up to Aizawa to rescue her again.

Quirk: Unknown - Chapter 4

Late Night Reads - Late Night and Popsicles

Just Checking In: In which you can't sleep and Aizawa discovers so while checking the dorms. Thus ensues a light massage.

Why these are taking forever D:

Tbh, I'm lacking motivation.

Although, thank you for all the support throughout the blog- especially for the Bakugo headcannon post lmao

Also, I live on a farm and animals be animals 🤷‍♀️

Take care of yourselves :)

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Sure! Do it with Eri

yussss

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Hii, i read your dadzawa drabble and i was wo dering if you could write a scenario in which Aizawa has a daughter but she is kidnaped by one of his enemys, then he saves her

🖤🤎🖤🤎 thanks

.......could I please please please use eri

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I apologize for the lack of activity here :')

Don't worry- I'm working on more fics and writing!!

Feel free to request content as well :D

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Mina Headcanons

My girlllll <3

• Does close to nothing with her hair (I'm jealous).

• Knows all the memes.

• Not much of a thinker.

• Her horns are sensitive to touch.

• Likes girly things and guy things. (Have you seen her fight??)

• Short, stubby fingers.

• Smells like a heavy perfume, but only due to her quirk is the scent so boldly pronounced.

• Very much a tiktoker.

• Keeps her hair cut short so that it doesn't get in the way of her acid in battle.

• Quite agile.

• Not self councious in the slightest.

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Quirk: Unkown

Warnings for this chapter: None 🤷‍♀️

Chapter 3: Why a hero?

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"Why did you let her go?" Mom sobbed, swiping her hands over her eyes. As soon as you had left, the waterworks broke out, triggering her body. Deep anger stabbed her sides, as did your withering trust in her, sensing the betrayel you felt.

"She wanted a chance," Dad rubbed her back soothingly. He felt a speck of pride in a pool of regret; It didn't sound like his daughter passed the exam, and her confidence was broken. "I know you didn't want her to, but she's a determined kid."

"She could get herself injured- or even killed!"

"...I know," Dad nodded to himself, eyes watering. He was surer than sure that you were capable, but the nagging thoughts never left.

Heroes were stuck in a difficult gamble, and they were held responsible for many things. It wasn't easy; the career took years of experience and skill, and heroes still died. Plus, they couldn't save everyone.

'What's the point?' Your mother had wracked her brain with the same question over and over.

"There's a bright side to this, too. She could really help people..." Dad tried, earning a sniffle and shake of the head from his wife. "...I'm sorry for going behind your back."

Mom looked at him, lip trembling.

Not even a moment later, her eyes widened and her body contracted. With a groan she gingerly touched her temple as Dad grasped her other hand in deep worry.

"This is a bit much on you," he apologized. "I'll bring Dr. Cooper in-"

"Ah, it's fine," she seethed and waved a hand. "Just go. Make sure y/n doesn't get run over or something."

"...okay."

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Sleep came easy the night before, and you found yourself blinking it from your eyes the next morning. Groggily you sat up and reached for your phone, droopy eyed.

9:26 am

You grumbled and stood up to walk out into the kitchen. Dad was nowhere to be found.

'Probably still asleep,' you thought, rummaging around the cabinets and fridge on a hunt for breakfast. 'Nothing much. I'll pop by the store...' Usually some cereal or a protein bar would be filling, but they were all eaten now.

You left a text for Dad, telling him that you would be back soon, not expecting a reply just yet. With a breezy change of clothing, you took some cash and went out into the city.

The sound of cars and light conversation met your ears; It was comforting. And as you walked, some birds flew overhead, darting sideways at every sudden sound and movement. You could sense their simple hunger and strained caution.

That was another aspect about your quirk- you could pick up what other living things were feeling. With people you were close with, like your Dad, their emotions are more pronounced and easier to detect, especially if you are physically close to them.

But sometimes you wished you didn't have this quirk.

It was helpful when your friend cut himself with knife on accident, and you ran straight to him with a bandage, but you could feel the stinging pain in your own palm. It was pure agony at 5 years old.

Similar scenarios would occur every now and then, but you learned how to get rid of the feelings that weren't yours.

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Ding, ding.

You walked into a little corner store with some snacks, far from empty this morning. A few squeals from small children and faint words floated around the building as you scanned the shelves.

Granola bars, candy, instant noodles...

"Oh-uh, sorry!"

A voice sounded beside you, making you flinch slightly as your shoulder connected with another.

"My bad," you ducked your head respectfully, rising again to see the skinny... green haired...

"Hey! You're from the practical exam, right?" You peered at the boy curiously, a yellow pack slung over his shoulder. He waved his hands in the air while trying to form words.

"Oh yes," he grinned nervously. "I'm Izuku Midoriya. What a coincidence! We must live near eachother..."

"Yeah," you replied, eyeing him as you selected some packaged noodles. "I'm y/n l/n."

Midoriya hummed.

"Uh, what's your quirk?" He asked shyly, rubbing his arm with a finger. You pursed your lips.

"I'm actually not sure," you replied, slightly embarrassed. "It's not documented properly; there's not a lot of official info on it, either..."

A few beeps from the register up front struck the tense air.

"...why did you apply?" Midoriya asked, earning an odd expression from you. "Uh- I didn't mean for that to come off as rude! I just wanted to know- like-"

"It's fine," you rolled your eyes with a soft smile, returning to thought. "I guess I'm doing it for my folks, y'know?" Nothing else came to mind.

Really? Why, though? Why try at all? What motive are you set on?

"Why did you apply?" You dusted off the unease, watching as the boy tensed up. He rubbed the back of his neck while a wavering doubt and unsure wave brushed your shoulders.

"To..." He sighed, staring at the shelf. "...to make people feel safe." He smiled at you with wide, round eyes. You grinned half heartedly.

"That's a good reason."

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Deku hadda grab some treats for his mom's sweet tooth.

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Todoroki is HIGHLY overrated

I didn’t know Dabi had a tumblr 

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Shoji Headcanons

I like this kid a normal amount

• Mature asf.

• Styles his hair to stay off his neck.

• Hyperfocused senses.

• Looks out for his classmates, especially the girls.

• Crazy strong for his age (obviously).

• Rough skin.

• Wary and cautious.

• Introvert.

• Tall.

• Poppy joints.

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Todoroki Headcanons

pretty boi :3

• Tilts his head a lot (I use this in my writing) when someone is talking to him or just randomly.

• Fair skin, but doesn't get burned easily by his fire.

• Has gotten used to hair blocking his vision for the sake of keeping his scar covered.

• Good memory- remembers stuff best from physical experience.

• Values each of his friends as worthy allies and opponents. (Doesn't really know how friends work.)

• Admires his older sister and feels bad for her.

• Love language: Verbal affirmation- he is an honest guy.

• Treats kids like he would a person as old as himself. (In conclusion, doesn't know how to treat kids).

• Has attempted some form of art before.

• Skinny (respectfully).

• Hates being unclean- after a battle, he yearns to take a shower and find inner peace once more.

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Sero Headcanons

currently very into this guy

• Baggy clothes all the way omg.

• Quite flexible, like an acrobat.

• Has foreign relatives (his eyes are a lot rounder than a typical Asian person's).

• Late bloomer.

• Blocky hands and fingers.

• Physically affectionate (subtle but it's there), like sidehugs, high fives and such.

• Zero peer pressure.

• Observant.

• Tall.

• Big feet.

• A big tease, but offers sympathy when needed.

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Quirk: Unkown

Warnings for this chapter: Some family tension. Nothing serious.

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Chapter 2: Uses

"Dad?" Opening the front door, you call for your father, itching with anticipation.

"Hey!" He announced, hip pressed against the counter. "How'd the exam go?" The rich smell of noodles floated throughout the room, sourced from a large pot on the stove.

"Eh well-"

"Oh, don't worry about it now," he waves a hand. "Save it for Mom, too! I'm making dinner to bring over in a bit. Get ready, okay?"

You nod, a weak sigh filtering through your nose.

You didn't necessarily want to tell your parents how the exam went... you barely got any points compared to the other students. Weak control of your quirk and lack of speed were quite capable reasons.

Not only were you dissapointed, but Dad was about to be... not to mention Mom's perspective. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you willed yourself to change into less beat-up clothing.

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Check-in was quick- the man at the front desk had memorized your names by now. With a subtle bow, your father led you to the elevator. He held a pot of yakisoba while you carried a bag with paper bowls and chopsticks inside.

"We had this last time we came..." You mentioned, slight frustration in your tone.

"Your mother liked it," Dad shrugged. "The lady gets what she wants."

"Oh?" You smirk. "Can I go pick up some takoyaki then?"

"Not you, hun," he nudged your shoulder as the elevator doors parted. "You're not sick and in the hospital."

No... no, you weren't.

Your mother was.

You wish you were in her place. It hurt to see - and feel - your mom in pain. She couldn't be at home because it could spread to you, and her health had been wavering from good to better to bad to worse in such little time. Not to mention that her quirk made it worse to bear.

You sniffed.

"Hey there," a voice sounded from down the hallway. You saw Dr. Cooper, your mother's main caretaker. "She's chatty today."

"Oh good," Dad bowed with a smile. "And I heard that her appetite's grown, too?" Dr. Cooper nodded, gazing warmly at your father. You felt the tension melting into something new.

'Things might be getting better... hope is here, hope is here.'

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"Y/n!" She called, eyes sparkling. "And- oh jeez what's it this time?" She pointed at the meeal being carried in effortlessly with your father's strength quirk. "I've been more hungry but that feels like a lot."

"I need leftovers for work," your dad replied, side hugging Mom. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. Gearing up to break out of here soon,"

"Yes!" You grinned playfully. "I'm so in."

"Even if you got the window open, there's a 500 foot drop," Dad pointed out, dishing up some dinner while you got settled in a chair beside the bed. "Anyways, y/n's got something to tell us."

You're eyes snapped open wide, face warming uncomfortably. Mom peered at you oddly, curiosity and fear seeping off her. You twirled chopsticks in the noodles, nervous, while Dad radiated with questions and warmth.

"Well," you thought back to the exam, piecing the words together carefully. "At first I was alright... I took down some opponents with help, but I didn't get enough points..." your hands hung in your lap helplessly.

Dad patted your knee reassuringly. "You don't know that," he offered. "Let's wait for the letter."

"That's what I wanted to hear," Mom's tone darkened. Dad nearly choked on his meal. You huff in frustration.

"Why you gotta be-"

"I don't wanna discuss this agajn," Mom set her bowl down in her lap, glaring at you. "It's risky even just trying to apply for U.A. I'm still not allowing it."

"Honey-" Dad winced before getting cut off again.

"Alright, fine," you stood up, eyebrows furrowed. "I'm pretty sure I failed. Happy?" The tension grew and thickened as your voice grew steadily icier. Letting out a shaky breath, you looked up at your mother.

She stared back with a firm guard up, even when her emotions shook with indecision. You clenched your fists. 'What else can I say?'

'Bad... don't mess it up... she's weak,'

Dad glanced at the two of you nervously, eventually deciding to defuse the situation.

"Why don't we finish this up quickly?" He suggested. "Y/n, eat the rest of yer noodles." With one last dark look at Mom, you stuffed the remnants of the meal into your mouth and stood up.

"I'm gonna walk home," you decided, earning a hesitant look from Dad. You turned, ignoring Mom's small wave and walked down the hall.

As soon as the door closed, a flood of regretful emotions hit you. They weren't yours.

You knew you're mother wasn't fond of the "hero" idea. To her, it was like sending a son off to war; she'd watch her child get beat to death, most likely before they even reached the battlefield.

But to you... it was like a dream-an opportunity.

Getting recognized for such grand acts and doing important work with others. In addition, you wanted to invest your quirk in something; it was difficult to understand and control, but maybe U.A. could help with that. Maybe you could make it useful. Maybe, you wouldn't just be sitting around or working at a gas station.

Things were tense now.

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The air cooled as the sun went into hiding, faint street lights guiding you home. Rock hard frustration had begun to wear off of you and the day was forgotten for a few moments.

Thanks to approaching darkness, the amount of people out had lessened. It was just you, the cicadas... and you're thoughts.

'I've never had to use my body before,' you thought back to the entrance exam; you crushed a weak bot with just your mind, but out of instinct, you exerted more force from your hand.

Your eyes widened in realization, a silent pride flowing through you. Even if you didn't make it to U.A., you were one step closer to understanding this quirk.

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Ooffff that took a while... Tumblr deleted my writing a lot due to some glitches- sorry!!

Things will begin to escalate very soon >:°

(Please let me know if links are being wierd 🙏)

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New Bandages

Optional: Before reading, get comfortable- adjust the temperature in your space to a warm degree, maybe putting on more layers, even. Sit/lay in a position that keeps you frozen. Listen to the song above while reading.

Pairing: Sero x reader. Content: Fluff, slight angst. Warnings: Light swearing. (Proofread ✅)

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Your whole arm was itchy, and the dampened cloth greased your skin achingly. Your doctor recommended a few more days of the bandages after you were discharged from the hospital.

"Why were you in there, anyways?" You sat in Sero's hammock while the boy laid back against his bedframe.

"Did no one tell you?" You asked, eyebrows furrowed as you rubbed at the wrapped cloth. Sero just shrugged. You sighed. "Some villian gave me a gash while we were running errands... jumped outta nowhere, challenged us to a fight."

"What was his quirk?"

"Really?"

"C'mon, don't be like that! Just curious."

"I'm not sure, alright?" You huffed. "Sato took care of the situation- I was in some sort of shock. Couldn't move, and I was bleeding real bad."

"You woulda passed out, huh?" He offered a smirk, receiving an annoyed look in return. "What?"

"Sero, I couldn't help stop a lower-rank villian!" you shot back. "Just some back alley drug dealer or something-"

"Hey keep it down, alright?" Sero waved his hands in the air, fretful. "Everyone else is sleeping." You glanced down in embarrassment, skin on fire from all the aggressive scratching.

"Here," Sero reached forward and slipped his hand under yours, delicately looking over the bandaging in dim light. "Oh, gross."

"No shit, Sherlock," you mumbled, other palm pressed against your mouth as you leaned against it. Sero huffed a small laugh before gently unwrapping the cloth.

"I can replace this with my tape," he suggested. "You won't be irritated anymore."

"I don't want something sticky on-"

"Oh hush," he snapped playfully. "I can wrap the non-sticky side onto your arm, them tape a sliver to the end..." He crumpled up the old wrapping and did just so, layering his tape around your arm.

"...then I'll plaster more tape over it to hide the stickiness, see?" He finished up the process skillfully, checking the tightness. You looked over his delicate work.

"Oh hey," you remarked. "That's a decent job. Thanks." The irritation was gone from your skin; you traced a finger over the overlapping parts.

"It's nothing," Sero sniffed. "Why don't the nurses give you extra bandages?"

"They do. I got some after my discharge," you replied. "But they accidently gave me the rougher ones- or maybe they meant to... plus, I hate applying them myself."

"You've got 19 classmates, two teachers, and your other family and friends," the boy crossed his arms. "Are you sure you just didn't want me to do it for yah?"

"Nah," you waved a hand, laying back in the hammock. "It wasn't itchy 'till now, anyways."

"Alright," Sero nodded, tilting his head slightly. "Well... we've got some intense training tomorrow so..." You turned over with a small, patterned pillow in your arms, ignoring him.

"You sure you don't wanna go back to your dorm...? We're cutting it kinda close with Mr. Aizawa."

"'Heard he's sleepin' hard tomorrow," you murmured. "Besides, he trusts our friendship. He'll assume we studied together or something."

"If you're wrong, I'm blocking you," Sero decided, growing comfortable in his own bed. "But, sure."

You hummed contently, sinking into sleep.

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Hi hi

Could you please write a platonic Aizawa oneshot or headcannon?

Maybe he has a biological daughter and one day he finds her singing or playing an instrument, but he didnt know she could do it.

Thanks

sure thing >:3

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It never occurred to him that she could.

That she could sing like this, or that she even wanted to.

He first saw her from the street, on the patio with her legs crossed. She had her phone in hand and hummed along to a song with her earbuds in- soon transitioning into words and then complete lyrics.

Her voice was light and smooth, keen like wind chimes. Shota leaned back against the driver's seat and listened from down below, fearful that she would grow embarrassed and stop altogether if he made himself known.

"Oh- DAD!!"

Too late.

"Hey up there," he poked his head out the window, dark hair drooping off his shoulders.

"Uhhh how long have you been sitting there??" She smiled nervously, crossing her arms as she leaned against the balcony.

"Long enough. I need a nap," Shota nodded before rolling up the window and starting up his vehicle again. While steering into the driveway, he couldn't help but grin deeply, cheeks warming in such pride.

He smelled noodles.

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I'm sorry I had to

This was very sweet and lovely to write <3

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Hii

You write platonic?

yes! one of my favorites actually :D

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Bakugo Headcanons

•It's either freezing cold in his room, or he wears close to nothing when he sleeps; all due to his quirk.

•Wonderful grades, catches onto stuff easily.

•Likes baggy clothing.

•Very smooth skin- natural, but also due to his quirk; the heat friction wears off the skin on his palms. New, smooth skin comes in after.

•Isn't super sensitive about personal space.

•Enjoys people watching.

•Jacked up vocal cords.

•A little hard of hearing.

•Doesn't like piercings, tattoos, haircuts, etc. "I'm the real deal- no need for any extra crap."

•Incredibly veiny arms and hands.

•Genuinly wants to uplift people whom he has higher regard of, like Kirishima, and eventually Deku.

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You Should Sleep

Optional: For more realistic experience, make the space you're in a bit cooler, maybe with a fan. Get comfy. Listen to the song above.

Pairing: Fem!reader x Denki Warnings: Light swearing. Content: Fluffy fluff. (Proofread✅)

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"Psst- hey!"

You slide your head across the pillow, squinting through the dark.

"Did you take my face masks?" Denki had cracked the door open. "I checked everywhere- can't find 'em. Y'know, the little, green box?"

"Hmm," you mumbled, turning your head away. "...I don't really... care...?" You close your eyes, silence meeting your ears.

But only for a moment.

"Mmmffff- no way!" The boy sat on your back, legs dangling over the side of the bed. "Get off!" You grumbled.

"Where're my face masks?!" He demanded.

"I don't know!" You heaved yourself out from under him and rubbed your eyes, sitting with a leg tucked under the other. "It's really fucking late. I'm not doing this right now."

Denki huffed and crossed his arms. "Where's a friend when you need one... my face is all itchy and dry, okay? Plus, I can't fall asleep!"

"Well now I can't sleep!" You hissed. "If Aizawa finds out you snuck over here-"

"Very skillfully on my part," the boy tilted his head boastfully, raising his brow with a smirk. You roll your eyes.

"Well I don't have your face masks," climbing back under your covers, on the opposite side, you lay down with a frustrated sigh.

A few quiet moments and faint rustlings ensued before the mattress dipped beside you. You turned over again, glaring at the boy. He met your gaze with a kind of innocent curiosity.

"You think Momo would be willing to make me some more?" He asked. "If I end up losing them for good?" You waved a weak hand.

"She can do anything... what a girlboss," you mumble, eyes drooping. "Justdonttreatherlikeafactorymmmmm...." sleep was nagging your brain as well as your body.

"..."

"...roll over," Denki instructed suddenly.

"Why?"

"Just do it," he chirped. Giving in, you shifted to lay flat on your stomach. Denki slipped his hands under your shirt gently and grazed his fingernails across the warm skin of your back.

Your eyelids finally fell, encasing your blurry eyes. The boy adjusted his position with crackley joints and small grumbles. His palm rubbed your back soothingly, nestling into your shoulder blades, down your spine, around the base of your neck...

...like a neat little massage.

Mixes of rich blues and tinges of purple filled the room, casting a dark but calm effect on you both. Moonlight seeped in through the window and light gusts of air floated over the space.

Eventually you fell asleep... your friend forgotten... the previous day melted and gone...

"Mmm," Denki hummed, lips turning up in a small grin. He brushed a finger over your eyelids, checking to make sure you were out. He then pilled the covers back up and leaned down to plant a light kiss to your ear, as he usually pulled off without you or the others noticing.

He was satisfied.

As carefully as he could, the boy slipped off the bed and went out the door, double checking for other wandering individuals.

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Late Night Reads

Each featuring a song to listen to while reading :D

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You Should Sleep

New Bandages