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I have so many iida fics in the vault

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I love your writinggggg!!!

Who are you currently dumping the hardest for and why????

ummm I kinda don’t get the question but I’ll just say choso from jujitsu kaisen!!

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Omg. Thanks for liking my post. I love your writing so much and it means a lot to me 🥰🥰

You’re so welcome!!!!!

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Idk about you guys, but deep down within me I cannot write fluff for the life of me. Whenever I write, someone has to suffer.

angst>>>fluff

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I really hate how my current series is playing out. Idk maybe I’m shadowbanned or I’m just posting at inconsistent times… but to spend literally hours writing and then not get any interaction sucks so much :(

I know I’m not gonna quit it because I must prevail (I’ve never finished a series EVER) for my loyal readers but geez…

— lovelyiida

[lovelyiida2]

Hello. So uh, you said that you wanted to spam and talk here, so how about telling us who your favourite characters are?

This is a questions that’s actually hard to answer. Idk if you know this character but izaya orihara? OMGGGGG I love him so much. I also love Iida and Bakugo too. I also have an on and off obsession with Aone.

I’m also starting to like Nanami too lol.

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me: why is my engagment so low?

me: takes forever to upload so old readers are not engaged anymore and have probably forgotten all about my story…

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MY ACCOUNT JUST GOT RESTORED BYEEEEEEEEEE💀💀💀💀😹

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I’m literally in my flop era :( updated twice and got 1 like….

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MHA GUYS AS TYPES OF EX'S—

WARNINGS: vulgar language, angst, mentions of stalking

MASTERLIST

WORDS: 1.15K

ALSO: THIS IS GENDER NEUTRAL!

KATSUKI BAKUGO—

Bakugo is the type of ex that will always remind you of what you're missing out on and how he's so much better off without you.

Even though he misses you every undying second he breathes the same air as you.

"Pro hero Dynamight saves the day again"

"Dynamight wins the award for most influential hero of the year, breaking the late, All Mights 20 year streak."

"Pro hero seen buying million dollar villa."

It was pretty prevalent where he was and where you were, he was better than you in every aspect and you hated it. Him, an adorned hero across the country whilst you, a sidekick, picking up scraps just to make it into the next week.

Oh no, you were never mad at his success, it was very much deserved. It's just that he rubs it in your face the moment he has a chance to outshine you.

Since your breakup two years ago, Bakugo wanted you to know that he was better off without you. Matter of fact: he wanted you to know that you don't even exist to him.

From bombarding "butt dials" to him randomly texting you gloating about how he's so much better off without you.

But now, he decided to take it a step further.

"Formally Invited to Dynamights Once and A Lifetime's Dinner Party...great."

Maybe he finally wanted to squash the one-sided beef? No, he didn't.

Arriving at the dinner, he couldn't keep his bright amber eyes off of your elegant figure. Look at you, happily walking around and talking to his friends and drinking champagne that he bought. You should be running up and crashing to your knees begging for him to be yours again.

Moments pass by, you were enjoying your time. Reuniting with your old classmates, it felt like the old days. Where there were no worries and soul-crushing debt looming over your soul every second of your existence...

"Hey," you hear a strong voice that you regret recognizing. Turning around you see none other than your ex, Katsuki Bakugo. Eyes fluttering in shock you pull out for most flattering smile possible.

"Hello, Mr. Dynamight—"

You began to feel a forceful grip on your wrist, "we're leaving." He pulls you into his chest and walks you to a private corner of his home. Turning and thrashing in protest, you shout his name, demanding him to release you. Rolling his eyes, he grunts and shoves you to the closest wall in the corner. Catching your breath you rub your wrists and curse under your breath in pain.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" you curse. "Hell's wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you? Coming here in some fancy outfit thinking you can steal the show, you're delusional!" he laughs.

You eyes widen, "I'm delusional? Bakugo, I'm not the one who's obsessed with trying to one-up their ex every second they breathe—"

"You think I need you or somethin'? Listen to me sweetheart, I've always been good on my own and without you...don't get ahead of yourself."

Your eyes swell with tears of frustration, "Bakugo, what do you have against me? W-what did I do for you to resent me so much? I know I wasn't the best partner, but I loved you so much. What did I do for you to hate me?" you shouted.

Bakugo huffs, "because I fucking loved you too!" he screamed, his voice boomed all across the house. You flinched at the sudden outburst.

"Everyday I couldn't image myself without you, I saw my future with you and I wanted you to be mines, but I was terrified. I was scared that we wouldn't always last so I broke things off before we could get hurt..."

Sighing you chuckle in amusement,

"Well look at us now."

IZUKU MIDORYA—

Your breakup was a complete mutual understanding, the both of you had no time for a serious relationship. So the both of you split.

But god, it was kinda hard to differentiate whether or not the both of you were still together...

"Hey Y/N, wanna study together after school?"

"I know you don't have to do this but, there's a party I'm going to and I need to bring a date? W-we don't have to go as a couple though!"

"Midorya, my mom was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner again next week?"

Even though the both of you broke up, it was hard to convince the others around the dorms that you weren't still together...

It was around breakfast time, everyone was sitting at the dinning table eating their first meal of the day. Either catching up on random studies, or lounging around before it was time to go the class.

Walking over to the dining table, you decide to grab a bite before the long day ahead of you. Deku looks over and smiles, "you look nice today Y/N." You lightly gasp as your face heats up in embarrassment. "Oh, thank you Midorya. You look nice too!" you say sweetly. He blushes at your comment and sighs.

Mina stops eating.

"Oh cmon! There's no way you guys aren't still together! It's like you guys never split up in the first place!" She complains, the both of you chuckle in embarrassment.

It was hard to admit, but all because the both of you were officially "split," didn't mean the both of you weren't attracted to each other...

"I can't help it, they're still my first crush."

SHOTO TODOROKI—

Todoroki wanted the both of you to last so badly, but he always seems to burn everything he touches.

He looks at you, regretting breaking up with you everyday.

He always blames himself for the split, but the reality was that the both of you were never meant to be. The both of you lived two different lives. There was no other way to make the relationship survive without force, and there was no way Todoroki was going to force you to love him.

He's not going to turn out like him...

He sees you grow and blossom, like a flower in its first spring bloom. Your laughter, your cries, to your beauty, Todoroki knew he wasn't deserving of you.

He wasn't deserving of anyone.

Sometimes, he thought maybe there was a window of hope that would open. Maybe the two of you would get back together one day? Old high school lovers reunite after trials and tribulations? No, that never happened.

Years later, as Todoroki climbed to the top, he became one of the top hero's in the country. And whilst he climbed, he watched you through his journey.

He would check up occasionally without notice, of course he didn't want you to know someone like him was in your presence...

He'd stand aside and study you for hours, no matter the rain, snow, or hail. If there was no you, there was no him.

See, he couldn't live without you.

He was an admit fan of you, he bought all of your figurines, posters, and magazines. Anything with you on it, he had possession of it. He knew since the split, he would need a little piece of you to keep him going.

You were his everything, his light and inspiration.

This isn't an obsession...

Another day goes by without you in his grasp.

He sighs looking out the window into your apartment, dark and empty. Confused of your absence, maybe you had an emergency photoshoot again.

That's until he look again, your lights are on!

But you're not alone.

He looks harder, a pang strikes deep into his chest.

He sees you, kissing them.

As the kisses deepen, clothes begin to drop, and lust fills the room, he looks away.

A single tear slides down his cheek.

That window had been closed it seems...

A/N: hello everyone! I hope you all enjoy this quick little headcanon post! Reminder: requests are open and ready to be filled!

—hobies hope :)

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SUMMARY: in attempt to satisfy all your expectations for your first date, Deku forgets what truly mattered, you.

WARNINGS: slight-vulgar language, asshole deku, angst

MASTERLIST

WORDS: 1.57K

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Weeks became days, days became hours, hours became minutes, and minutes became seconds.

Your feet swinging gently in the air as you wait patiently for the arrival of Deku. It was your first date as a couple and to say you were excited was an understatement.

It’s rare that you dress up so nicely, of course your boyfriend told you to since it was a “special occasion.”

Looking at the kitchen clock you smile, 7:53 PM, he should be here any minute now.

So you sat and waited, seconds became minutes, and minutes became hours…

Maybe there was traffic? He doesn’t drive.

Maybe his mom needed some last minute help? He told you his mom wouldn’t be home for the next couple of days.

Maybe he’s dead? He’s fully capable of protecting himself.

Sighing you look at the clock once more, 8:30PM, you’re eyebrows furrowed. Tracing empty patterns into the dining the table you pick up your phone and decide to call him.

The phone rings and rings, then flatlines. Smacking your lips together you call again, a few seconds go by to then hear your doorbell.

Jumping at the loud noise you jog to your door and open it.

“Deku, why are you so late?” You ask, “I was worried about you!” You exclaimed. Not answering your question, he takes out a bouquet of flowers. A soft gasp escapes from your lips as you take the bouquet.

Smiling, you grant him a kiss on the cheek, “this still doesn’t explain why’re so late.”

“Didn’t know I was dating a nagging Nancy.”

“Excuse me?” You ask, in shock at his unexpected remark.

He chuckles and grabs your hand, you shrug off his ride remark and close the door and walk out. Still not getting the answer you wanted as to why he was so late, you asked yourself why he was acting so not like himself…

Walking around in the cold, dark, December evening, you cuddle into Deku’s arm. Only to be met with a shrug.

“Hey, this is a brand new jacket, gotta look good for you right?” He says, which makes your frown. “Baby I’m cold–“

“You’ll live, this isn’t your first December rodeo.”

Face visible with hurt you speak up, “you still haven’t explained to me why the hell you were so late Deku, what the hell has gotten into you?” Voice sharp with irritancy, he just shrugs.

“Why should you care?” Your eyes widen.

“What the fuck do you mean why shouldn’t I care?–“

Pulling his finger in front of your lips he points into the air, groaning you look over to see where he was pointing. A restaurant, this is probably why he wanted you to dress so nice.

“We’re here,” holding you by your waist you walk into the restaurant, you blush at his outwardly actions. You would’ve liked this way more if he wasn’t being a complete baboon.

The warm air of the restaurant pleasantly smacks the both of you in the face, the warm and sultry aroma of food and alcohol floods into your nose.

Looking around you notice how everyone looks so fancy, wearing their black and white suits and dresses. Sipping from their large glasses with an obscenely small amount of wine, something you never understood—maybe it comes with age?

Then you look at your clothes, god, a pink skirt with sparkly tights? You zip up your winter coat higher in embarrassment.

When Deku said dress nice, you didn’t know he meant “fancy dinner date” nice, you thought he meant “nice walk around the city and maybe a cafe or two” nice.

Walking closer to the register, you see the waiter eye the both of you down. “You must have a reserved table to dine here, there’s a local ramen diner not too far from here. Frowning you look down at your feet to avoid his cold and judgmental gaze.

You then hear a scoff, “Reserved booth for two under the name, Midoriya.” He spoke out, the waiter eyes him and looks into his computer. Clearing his throat he grabs two menu’s and bows.

“My apologies, please come this way.”

Looking at Deku you chuckle in relief. He grabs you by your waist again and walks you to your booth. The waiter then seats the both of you down and gives you your menu’s, bowing again he leaves without another word.

The dim light cascades over the two of you, your back relaxes into the velvet red seats. You look out of the wide window into the snowy night of Japan.

Sighing you open the menu, just to close it again.

Steak 1200¥ per pound? Wine nearly as much as the damn steak, not one chicken finger option in sight. You laugh at Deku.

“I’m sorry, who’s paying for this?” You laugh. Deku frowns, pulling something from his pocket he slams down two 2000¥ bills. “I am,” you look at him in shock.

“Wh-where did you even get that money from? Did you recently get a job or something?” You asked. “Why do you ask so many questions?”

“And why aren’t you answering them?” You snap back. You let out a chuckle in disbelief, “I mean—first you show up late, leave me freezing cold, bring to some expensive restaurant with some random flashy ass money! I have all the right to be asking questions.” You whispered in anger, Deku just rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.”

“The hell do you mean whatever? Deku you get all dressed in a tuxedo whilst you have me dressed like I’m going to a hatsune miku concert! Give me a little heads up next time maybe?”

“I think you look nice”

“Did you not just hear me?”

“And didn’t I say you look nice?”

“Why are you acting like this!” You yelled, heads turned at your outburst. Cursing to yourself you take your menu and block your face. “Are you okay? Are you mad at me or something? Because you’ve been acting weird since you picked me up?” You say.

“Can you reel it in? I’m doing fine.” There it is again, that tone.

You sigh at his words, “y’know I didn’t ask to be brought here you know that? So you can drop this little act you’re putting on right now.”

“I don’t understand why you’re acting the way you’re acting, you could be a bit more grateful I was able to reserve a table for us.”

“G-grateful? Deku I didn’t ask to take me here!” You exclaimed.

“And I didn’t ask for you to be my girlfriend, yet here we are!” He yelled back. Eyes widening, the menu slips from you hand and slams to the ground.

“What?” Eyes swelling with tears, your breath hitches as your voice becomes stagnant. Deku eyes widen along with yours.

“Y/n, I-I didn’t mean to say that–“

Grabbing a small box from your coat pocket, you slam the box down. Deku looks at the small light purple box, it looks like you wrapped it yourself. With small writing “to deku <3” written on the tag.

“Then I won’t be, have a nice night asshole,” trying to keep yourself together you break down into tears and leave out the restaurant.

Thinking fast, Deku followed suit. Your small steps turning into a fast run as you hear your name echoing from behind you. Tears pouring as you gasp for another cold breath.

Reaching your house you rush to open your door, hearing the fast crunches of snow behind you only makes you go faster, before you could enter into your home, Deku slams the door back shut.

“Y/n, I’m sorry–“

“It’s too late for that now, I could tell you meant what you said back there.” You cried, only making him feel even more guilty. “But I didn’t–“

“But you fucking did! Or at least I can’t tell, not with that infinite stick up your ass, what the hell has gotten into you Deku?” You scream.

“Because–“

“Because what?” You growled.

“I wanted everything to be perfect for you! I asked all the guys what I should do and how I should act, I was too nervous. So I thought if I acted more cool you would like it more!” He says.

Eyes still demanding answers, you speak. “That still doesn’t give the excuse as you why you were late–“

“I was going to be on time but…I tripped and accidentally threw the original bouquet I got you into a puddle of mud, so I walked all the way back home and went back to get a new bouquet!”

“Y/n, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was so caught up in this façade I was trying to impose onto you. Knowing that I could hurt you just so I could look more impressive, I’m sorry.” Deku crashes to the ground on his hands and knees and bows, in shock you crash down to the ground and bring him to your level.

“Deku, I never cared about to fancy clothes and dinners at some extravagant restaurant. All I wanted was us to be happy and be ourselves for our first date, I couldn’t have you any other way.” You cried, caressing his face you lean in and give him a peck on the lips.

“Don’t you ever get dating advice from your friends again.”

Deku chuckles and leans into your embrace,

“Okay, I won’t.”

You smile at his response,

“Asshole”

HELLO EVERYONE!!! I’m officially on winter break which means I will be more active on here! Make sure if you have any requests you can fill them out in my ask box!

— hobieshope

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hi, not to rush you or anything, but will ive got a crush on you be completed soon?

hope ur having a great day! <3

I’m actually glad you asked this question.

Well I’m not sure wether or not I will be continuing that story due to the empty plot line and how things are going. I’m my drafts I have a good 1K words for the finale? But I’m not sure wether or not I will be updating it anytime soon. But prove me wrong in the comments or something!

— <3

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Are you comfortable writing for the bnha girl characters?

Yes, I am very comfortable with the female characters!

I actually would really like to make some headcannons for them but I’m scared it won’t get enough recognition :(

— <3

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I just finished reading propose. Im crying.

i wanted to ask if i have permission to write a short oneshot where raina dies, because she disgusts me

<3

SO SORRY IM JUST SEEING THIS I STILL DON’T KNOW HOW THIS TUMBLR SHIT WORKS!

but yes! Go ahead! I’d love to read it.

— <3

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IF YOU HAVE THE TIME :(

Hi everyone, I’m really in the mood to write and there’s no ideas in my head, I would really appreciate it if you guys will give me a requests to fill.

Requests are open!

— <3

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IKEA HEADCANNONS

INCLUDES: DEKU, BAKUGO, TODOROKI

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IIDA HEADCANNONS IM CURRENTLY OBSESSED WITH—

MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: major fluff, vulgar language

WORDS: if you blink fast and squint it’s more than 1K

ALSO: this is gender neutral!!!

Iida will casually give you random touches of affection whenever he knows you need them.

It was weird at first, but you got used to it once you realized touch is his love language <3

You and some other students rounded up together to have a picnic study session. As you were outside currently eating the strawberries Momo prepared for you, Iida noticed your frustration with a certain question.

“Hey, would you like some help?” He asked, your furrowed brows raised at his words. Humming you scoot over to give Iida some room on your white and green platted blanket.

You began to explain to him how you didn’t understand how to help citizens in certain situations and how to comfort them when in times of panic.

“It just makes no sense, how am I going to tell someone to calm down when in a burning building? Maybe I shouldn’t become a hero–“

“Don’t say that, you’re just as capable as everyone else who is here, you didn’t pass the entrance exam for no reason.” Smiling at his words you notice his hand slowly caressing your lower thigh.

Softly jumping at his outward actions, Iida’s hands snap back, “sorry! I didn’t even ask if I was able to touch you. I know I’m new to this relationship field, so tell me what’s right and what’s wrong please.” He frowns, seeing his hands lock up and become straight you grab them and give him a smile of reassurance.

“No, it’s fine! It’s just something I’m not used to. You’re allowed to touch me, Iida.” He nods and slowly reaches out to caress your cheek. Leaning into his touch you grab his wrist and draw circles against it with your thumb.

“Get a fucking room”

Both of you turn to see Bakugo standing above the two of you, you awkwardly chuckle. “Sorry Bakugo, I did say I was going to help you didn’t I?” He grumbles at your question.

For the rest of the time outside, you and Iida were holding hands. Sometimes you would lean up against him and he would give you awarding pats on the head or place his hands around your waist…

You were so excited to see where this new relationship would go.

As class representative, it’s his job to know as much as he can about every student in case of sudden emergencies.

But what if he knows too much about you?

It was game night and the UA dorms, class 1-A settles in the common room all in high spirits with a sight sugar intake. Comfy in their pajamas, they decided to play the “who knows best game.” Whoever won the most points gets a singed coffee mug from All Might himself.

And to say everyone wanted it was an understatement, it was utter anarchy.

Most of the students made sure the questions were hard enough for the students to never guess so that they’d have a better chance of winning. Buying their strategies so far, you began to put them into practice.

“Okay, what’s one weird thing I do regularly?” You giggle, looking around the room, you see the students begin to ask around if anyone knew the answer. It seemed you got this in the bag until Iida raised his hand.

“I assume sometimes—I see you smile to yourself and mouth out words you think in your head. Like acting out random scenarios without knowing?” He says, everyone aweing in surprise. You lost train of thought, he was right?

“Y-yes, I do that.”

Throughout the rest of the game, you couldn’t win with Iida knowing almost everything down to your most private pet peeves. You began to think to yourself that were you easily this readable?

Like how does he know that you don’t like it when your sheets aren’t fitted to the point where you almost have a full mental breakdown? It’s getting weird.

“If I were to die, what would I be reincarnated as?”

“A dandelion!”

“And how do you know that Iida?” Mina sighs.

“Sometimes when they’re outside I see how excited they get when a dandelion blooms. They pick them up and blow to make a wish.” Proudly adjusting his glasses, you deeply sigh.

Furthermore, you didn’t win. Deku was more determined to win and it seemed Iida didn’t know that much about anyone else but their favorite color and hero.

Getting up from the couch you walked to the elevator, tired and ready to sleep, you see Iida step into the elevator. Eyeing him down, you spoke.

“How did you know all that stuff Iida? Are you my stalker or something?” You say out of frustration.

“Y/N, I have feelings for you” Iida spoke abruptly, eyes widening at his sudden outburst, you look at the ground in embarrassment.

“Well…that explains it.”

I KNOW I KNOW IVE BEEN GONE FOR A LONG ASS TIME I KNOW.

Schools been hard and on my ass and I’ve been applying for multiple colleges. At least I have all A’s! (let’s not count my math grade).

I’ll try to be more active sense it’s a new card-marking and thanksgiving and winter break are coming around the corner so be ready for that!

-hobieshope :)