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It has been written in words, everyone

My parents after finding out my mental stability depends on fictional characters:

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Guys, please follow @short-black-diamond.

That's basically me, just on my laptop.

And I have a fanfic going on about dancing with the my hero academia guys, so yeah,

check it out on the other account please, thank you. 😊

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I claim with hope...

In the next 3 months, you will be richer, happier, wiser and healthier!

Reblog to affirm!

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I'm glad I ain't the only one ✌

i hate it when fanfictions just make me realize stuff about myself that i knew subconsciously but always repressed lol like right now, really? in the middle of a 100k words, fluff, slow burn, hurt/comfort fic?

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Dance.

"C'mon, Katsuki, hurry up!"

"Stop telling me what to do, ma!"

"SHUT UP AND GET READY ALREADY!"

With a huff, the young boy finished fixing his orange decorated velcro straps 💅material gurl💅 up and went to the front door where his mother waited for him with little patience.

"Where are we going anyway???", little Bakugo asked, having just turned seven.

"It's a surprise, Katsuki."

A Dance competition. A freaking dance competition.

That was the big surprise she was talking about?!?!

"What the heck are we doing here?!", the little boy yelled, getting a few hushes from the other people watching, from his mother as well.

"I want to introduce you to the world of dancing, Katsuki!", his mother exclaimed cheerfully, smiling down at him.

The young boy stared at his mother before he made a grimace and puking sounds.

"Ew! Dancing's for girls!", he shouted, but before he could say anything else, Mitsuki (the mother) shut his mouth with her hand.

"Just watch the dancers", she whispered.

Suddenly, music started to play.

Cha Cha Cha music.

People in showy clothing showed up on pairs. They all had smiles on their faces.

Then they all began to dance in different time zones, each a few seconds later. Some even at the same time.

Katsuki was struck. Even though his eyes were staring straight ahead, he saw every dancer clearly.

'Why aren't they all dancing the same dance? They all listen to the same music right now!'

How many pairs were there? six? sixteen?

It didn't really matter to the little boy.

Tall, short, lean, atheltic, muscular, plump, chubby serious, cheery, nervous, anxious, happy, angry, grumpy, everything.

The dresses were above the knees of the women, and the men showed their (invisible/noticeable) abs with their deep V-lines.

Some were less amazing to look at than the others. But, there was one pair that caught his eye. He saw someone that looked exactly like him, just many years older.

A very tall man with blonde hair, a feral grin etched on the face danced -with ever so strongly swaying hips- with a breathtakingly beautiful lady.

The strangest thing was that her hair was free and whooshing from side to side. All the other women had their har in a strange pony or bun.

She was much curvier than the other women, also a bit shorter than the others, but she still danced gracefully and erotically.

Katsuki had his eyes trained on that one couple for the little time, but he was hypnotized by the synchronization of the couple.

Every step that was taken, got accommodated by the other one, back and forth. Sometimes their feet were so close that young Katsuki feared they might step on each other, but they never did.

Also, the couple would move their legs so fast that the young, fiery blonde couldn't catch up on the movement.

The pair of man and woman which Katsuki looked at slowed down a few times, turning around slowly and smiling to the people.

"You like it, Katsuki?", his mother asked, but he was too speechless to say anything, so he only nodded weakly .

His breath hitched when he held eye contact with the man. The man's grin truned into a smirk and Katsuki felt the corners of his own mouth turning upwards.

His heart began to beat rapidly fast when the woman looked at him for a few seconds before smiling and spinning and turning with her leader.

Katsuki wanted to see more. He wanted to see them dance more. He wanted to keep track of the movements this time and not miss anything.

He felt the music, it was very addicting, he had to ask the DJ or whoever made that addicting music for the name of that song.

It came. Katsuki wanted to...

He wanted to...!

'I want to....'

'I want to dance....!'

'I want to dance!'

He later found out that the couple he had been eyeing for nearly four minutes had won first place.

And of course...he wanted to win too.

...

"My name is Katsuki Bakugo, and i am here to learn to dance!", he yelled. Some kids were snickering, and the teacher shushed them. A few girls were giggling, but one girl looked at him with nothing but a bored expression, the arms crossed.

Mitsuki brought him to a dance studio that was only ten dollars per hour, and even though it was a bit far, Katsuki was beyond excited, he was thrilled to be able to dance soon.

"Y/n, why don't you introduce yourself to him as well?", the teacher, a young woman asked. She was in her mid twenties, had parted forehead fringes and a friendly smile. She was also pretty curvy, but a little on the chubbier side.

"Yes mother", the little girl answered.

Katsuki gave her stank eyes for looking at him weirdly earlier, but it didn't seem to draw a reaction out of the girl. She stood in front of the class that consisted of twelve kids, him, her, and her mother excluded.

"My name is Y/n Hideyo, I am seven years old and I am dancing since the day i learned to walk.", you said, unintentionally boring your eyes into bright red ones.

"Alright class, everyone take a partner and begin with the pose!", your mother cheered, clapping her hands a few times before pushing you to Bakugo.

"Y/n, teach him the basics, alright?", she asked, receiving your nod.

'I am going to dance with the daughter of the teacher? I'll have to be nice then, but that doesn't mean I can't do whatever I want!'

"Listen, don't you dare think that i am a bad dancer-", he didn't get to finish because you were standing very close to him.

"Listen Katsuki. If you don't shut up I'll have to kiss you. Ugly frog."

You made bakugo cringe but he also shut up, so it was a win-win situation for the both of you.

You were holding his left hand with your right and extended it to your right, but not stretching the arms. Having them in a chill hold. Your left hand was holding the end and behind of his shoulder and his right hand was placed on the small of your back.

"Fix your pose.", you murmured with an arched back, your eyes closed and your face was directed away from your extended hand which was holding his.

'how can she stand like that??!?!', he thought as he slowly stood up straight.

It was suddenly hard to stand. Why did his back hurt? His neck felt weird too. His arms were about to give up, but he was only holding that position for ten seconds!

Bakugo looked towards the other kids. They all seemed to have no problem at all, some boys were even yawning as the mother of Katsuki's partner checked the positions.

Some had a little trouble holding the position, some weren't holding the stance right, and others just started dancing even though there was no music.

"Hey, in the competition i was watching no one was holding that pose!", he exclaimed loudly.

"That's because we are not dancing Cha Cha Cha, Rumba, Samba or Tango, or any other dance than the Waltz."

'THE WALTZ!?! I want to learn a fast dance!!!'

Bakugo noticed that slowly everyone had begun dancing after interacting with the teacher. Your partner checked if he was holding you right- he was. his stance faltered a bit, but he managed to collect himself.

Now it was only the two of you who didn't move a muscle. Bakugo looked towards the mirror-and saw himself.

He was proud of himself. Even though it was his first day of dancing, he felt like he looked like a pro already.

Like the man who danced with the beautiful lady.

The man with the feral grin who won.

He then looked at the you standing in the mirror.

Your back was still arched, your head facing the mirror, but your eyes closed. You had chubby cheeks as well a little chub on your legs and stomach.

He then looked at your feet and-

'Is she...IS SHE WEARING HEELS!?!?!'

Bakugo couldn't believe his eyes, but his thoughts got interrupted by your mother.

"So...you two are not close enough.", she only remarked before pressing you towards each other until your stomachs were less than three inches apart from each other.

"The waltz can be inteprated as an intimate act. It is a slow dance where you show off how romantic and slow you can be.

Slow waltzes are pretty common in competitions, so this is what we will be focusing on today. You need to be able to dance long enough without you being out of breath, so you'll be training that for the whole day with Y/n.

Also...You, as the leader, Bakugo, must be very careful for your partner, or she might lose interest in you and find somebody else, or dance alone even."

'"Lose interest"? Who does she think she is? She may be the teacher's daughter, but still!'

"Don't worry, I'll do my best."

"Good! You two can start dancing now.", she said, leaving the last pair alone.

Then the music started to play.

Now, all the pairs that were dancing seemed synchronized, but they each had little stops at times or bumped into another pair, but each party was apologizing quickly before continuing with moving their bodies gracefully.

Bakugo saw no heels on any other girl's feet than yours, they either had only small platforms, but not heels like yours.

"You dance once the music starts!", you yelled suddenly.

Bakugo flinched before giving you an angry face. "Oi, you- OUCH!", he yelled before losing contact with your hands and gripping his foot.

He watched as distanced yourself from him and you began to dance on your own.

Those heels needed to get burned.

...

I am watching Ballroom y Youkoso right now and let me tell you: I want another season, i love dancing anime, and i wanted to indulge myself here because my mothere has been a dance teacher. Not ballroom like, but more traditional, so, yeah.

Also, i want to imitate the plot from the anime a little. So yeah. We are being mean to Bakugo, yay!!!

Who should the pair be he was eyeing?

Did Y'all like this?

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Period

reblog, idfc, bc i need this to get out to those who think have authority over what authors do.

authors do not owe you anything. period. i have seen so many people reaching out to authors such as myself and many other blogs to point out problems they see in a fic. it's rude. it's discrediting, and it totally takes away any sort of joy somebody has when it comes to writing.

if you don't like a character? stop reading. don't like the story? stop reading. don't outwardly tell the author that it's not going in the direction you want it to be going.

if you're ready to take away the credibility of somebody's work, make sure you do it with actual reason. idc if you don't like the author, leave us alone.

i'm tired of people pretending like writing isn't a serious thing. it takes time out of people's lives to think up a story, write it out, edit it, and make it appear pleasant for others to see and read.

i'm personally lucky to have kind people supporting the work i do but i've seen so many vile people on this app attacking authors who are out here doing them a favor that i can't stop being quiet abt it anymore.

nobody has to write any of these things, take time out of their schedules so that people can have things to enjoy. we're doing it bc it's fun and we personally like it.

so i stg, if i see somebody else come at an author bc they're writing their favorite character out to be a villain, or whatever tf it is, i'm going to go batshit crazy

and to those who don't do this and are total sweethearts you deserve all the kisses thank you for being a decent human being <3

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MHA as Tik Tok sounds part three, ft.:Me

part one:

https://shortblackdiamond.tumblr.com/post/675827689059385344/mha-as-tik-tok-sounds-part-one-ft-me

part two:

https://shortblackdiamond.tumblr.com/post/677187308606390272/mha-as-tik-tok-sounds-part-two-ft

I am having pretty much fun with those series. I am letting Y/n in here again, self insert+self shipping, slander towards a few characters, etc.

have fun reading.

Me: *sees Deku*Me: *breathes out*Me: *turns to Mina* I no longer wanna kill myself :)Mina: 👁👄👁

...

Bakugo: *to Kaminari* Hey, dunce face!

Kaminari: *hurt pikachu, looks over*

Bakugo: i bet you can't make a sentence without the letter "a"!

Kaminari: *done* You thought you just did something there, didn't you? Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but numerous sentences could be constructed without employing the first letter of the english lexicon.

Me: *to Bakugo* Fuck you.

...

Bakugo: Yo, shorty. I got you somethin'.

Me: Stop calling me that. and i am lowkey uncomfortable with you wanting to give me something.

Bakugo: *hands me over some dish* here, i made it.

Me: Spaghetti? Huh, um...thanks? i guess? *proceeds to put it on the table*

Bakugo: No no no. Eat. Now. *gives me a fork*

Me: No.

Bakugo: Just eat it.

Me: What if you poisoned it?

Bakugo: I didn't.

Me: Just how you didn't end All Might's career?

Deku: *in the background, splutters*

Bakugo: Wha-JUST EAT THE DAMN SPAGHETTI

Me: I DON'T WANT TO

BAKUGO: ISN'T SPAGHETTI YOUR FAVOURITE DISH OR SOMETHING?!??

ME: NO, IT ISN'T! AND WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME??!?!

Bakugo: Please eat the spaghetti. *smiles*

Me: No. *smiles too*

Deku: Kacchan, leave her alone. If she doesn't want to eat, then she doesn't want to.

Y/n: *comes into the room* Hey guys! What was all that yelling?

Me: Bakugo is forcing me to eat his spaghetti.

Y/n: Spaghetti? That's my favourite food! *takes the plate and eats*

Bakugo: Wait-

Y/n: *with spaghetti in her/his/their mouth* Hm?

Me: Katsuki...what did you put into the spaghetti...!?

Bakugo: ...ultra...ultra spice.

Y/n: *keeps eating with a smile on her/his/face*

Deku: But, isn't Y/n spice intolerant???

Me: *looks over to Y/n eating happily* I'm extremely confused-

Bakugo: You're confused? I'm fucking confused!

...

Me: *to the bakusquad* yo what's up, you guys wanna have a slumber party tonight?Sero: Black, I'm very busy i can't have a 'slumber party'.

Denki: *with blankets in hands* yeah i don't wanna have a slumbie either.

...

Bakugo, with a face full of handprints,to me: Take. It. Off!Me: *in a shirt that says: slap Bakugo in the face if you think he's loud* I. would rather. die.Bakugo: THEN YOU WILL DIE!!!

...

Me: Do i even weigh anything to you...?

Deku: No, it's like holding a couple of grapes

Me: 😳

...

Monoma, trying to annoy class 1-A again: Y'all are so-

Me, Y/n:

Behold,

My field onto which i grow my fucks.

*points at a grassless ground*

Notice, that it is barren,

For i have no fucks to give.

...

that was short, sorry.

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Monster AU part three

part one:

https://shortblackdiamond.tumblr.com/post/675361112328372224/do-you-guys-like-monster-aus-like-imagine

part two:

https://shortblackdiamond.tumblr.com/post/675609095575879680/monster-au-part-2

Y'all i am having plot ideas. Besides that...WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THAT I WROTA 'Saro', INSTEAD OF 'SORA' ?!?!?!?

also, side note: i hate writing things/scenarios without plots, so this story line will have a little background story for every character i will write here. And don't worry, i will-most likely, or if you guys also like this part- write more chapters.

{ Do you guys also have that, when you are writing, and you have a good way with your story with many amazing ideas and you write it all down and then you remember that there are some people that can't read a long ass chapter, like bro, if you wanna read my story, you gotta understand the whole plot and you'll only understand it when reading my pagelong chapters!}

ALSO: ANGST FOR SHOTO....

...

Ever since that night, where your mexican friend and you were about to kiss and got caught before doing so by your little brother, there's been a little distance between the two of you.

Not because you didn't like him or anything, it was because of the embarassment you felt when your brother saw you with a man.

your brother was a bit sensitive when it came to relationships, your parents being the reason he thought like that. Sora -your brother- thought that every person you'd start a relationship with would either leave you heartbroken, or hurt you in any other way, mentally or physically.

Yeah, you had to lead him to the right path of love, but you'll do it if it means that he gets to experience it one day too.

So, with you and mummy!Sero being on pause in the topic of a date, your best friend vampire!Shoto greets you on saturday.

"Is everything o- oh. hello, who are you?", he asks after he sees Sora.

Sora looks at him then at me. "I-I'm Soraku (L/N)! I a-am (Y/n)'s b-brother!", the young boy says, standing on his full height and puffing out his chest.

The blood drinking man smiles and pats Sora's hair. "Hello, Soraku. I am Shoto. I am her/his/their friend and collegue. i am happy to meet you."

Sora beams at him and asks him what kind of monster he is.

"I am a vampire, but i am mostly drinking the blood of plants."

"...The veggie vamp!"

"Sora! Shoto, i am so sorry."

"It's alright. and you are right, Soraku. I am the veggie vamp."

Sora then sticks out his tongue to you and goes back to his room, doing his homework.

...

Oh yeah, i forgot to mention- you got Sora into another school after the whole incident with your parents (If you can't remember, scroll up and read the first two chapters/parts!).

Ever since Sora switched schools, he thought that maybe the people would treat him the same, because he got bullied in his old "home".

the school Sora has been going to before you saved him was like the one Izuku went in middle school, something like Aldera High, just that the people were much worse there.

Sora's classmates greeted him every morning with punches in the gut, the girls threw paper palls at him, calling him "ugly", "stupid witch", "walking stick" and other names.

Sora's table would have many drawings and words on it. The words would be the same he gets to hear, but the drawings were worse.

one drawing showed some vampires and wolves tearing him apart, the vampires drinking his blood and the wolves nabbing at the muscles attached to his bones, then having his uneaten body parts buried.

another drawing was him hanging himself.

Yeah, he was not mentally healed after that.

You didn't know what was worse: Your parents having abused not only you, but also your little brother, or his old classmates that should know not to mess with a witch.

(You gave them all a royal beatdown.)

But it broke your heart when Sora said that he didn't want to go to school. "I...i don't really want to go!

What if...what if they'll treat me the same the others did?"

you couldn't answer that question because you also didn't know if it would be like that or not.

But, nevertheless, you convinced Sora in the end and now he has friends in his school. Of course, he is still studying about magic with you teaching him.

...

"How come i never knew you had a brother?", your pale friend asks, eyeing the living room you two are currently in.

he hasn't visited you yet, that's why he was absorbing every single detail in your humble home with great interest. just a little more subtle than bunny!Deku.

"I don't know, i am also a bit lost. but hey, at least he is safe now. Sora's got new friends, i've got a good job. My parents are in jail. i think me and Sora are good for now."

"That's good to hear. Say, (Y/n), we've known each other for a long time now, and...um...w-would you..."

You raised a brow at him. This wasn't like how your best friend ouch usually talked. Shoto was always blunt, but also on point. He was never a fan of lies, let alone talk around something when the truth could be spoken out easily.

"Shoto, you okay?", you asked concerned then, not hearing a continuation after the blood drinking male's stuttered out end.

That seemed to snap him out of his thoughts and he coughed a bit before straightening up. You didn't know if it was your imagination, but you swore you saw a rosy colour on his cheekbones.

"I-I, there...there's this...person. This person...i'd like to ask out.", Shoto started, looking anywhere but you. He couldn't tell you that you were the one he wanted to ask out, so he didn't look at you. you had something in you that he loved, but was also terrified of.

you were one of the very, very few people he trusted. his mouth ran like a waterfall when he talked to you about random or certain topics. He felt safe with you. he didn't know if it was good or bad. he didn't know if he wanted to end that perfect friendship, but he also wanted to be the reason for you feeling safe.

"Really? I'm sure that person is already head over heels for you!", you cheered. sure, it hurt a little to hear that your childhood crush hashtag bestfriend was seeing someone, but you'd promised yourself that you would be supporting him no matter what. even if that person wouldn't be you.

"I wouldn't go that far."

"Oh, okay. Wanna tell me about that person?"

"No!"

Okay. The man in front of you was acting strange. You were having a hard time to decipher him, not like it was normal for you to do so anyway. Shoto was sometimes very obvious with his feelings and ways of thinking. But most times he was not. But, he also made sure to always tell you how or what he feels or thinks.

Right now, you felt like you were looking at a statue that made no sense. Usually, you'd be the first person Shoto tells something new he learnt about, but now...he seemed distant.

"I-Im sorry for yelling. It's just...it's hard to describe that person. I have gotten really close to them, and everything was fine a few months ago, but now...i feel like a nervous wreck around her/him/them the whole time. hell, i don't even know if they like me...!"

"Huh, that person must be a saint then."

Shoto gave you a confused expression. And cue his curious gaze, you elaborated.

"You are a very pretty person, Sho. People tend to run into walls, poles, and other people from watching you pass by them, trying to print your beauty into their minds.

Your eyes, so round in childish wonder, different from brown, green, grey, and blue. Heterochromia. A pair of glowing tourpuise and ash grey. What I'd do to have such otherworldly eyes as yours...

Your personality is a mix of a calm river and a path made out of sand. The calm river describes how even and neutral your voice is, but the path of sand describes your patience, when you can't have your ways.

Your actions equal hero's duty and anybody, who you'd choose as your partner, would worship the ground you'd be walking on."

After your dramatic/cheesy/romantic confession to him description of him, you opened your eyes and looked up to the pale male, who actually wasn't really pale at the moment. In fact, he resembled a strawberry.

"...Shoto?"

While you were trying to wake him out of his outzoning, the male simply had your poetic words that were directed to him on replay for a good while.

'...trying to print your beauty into their minds...'

Badump.

'...What I'd do to have such otherworldly eyes as yours...'

Badump-Badump.

'...Your actions equal hero's duty and anybody, who you'd choose as your partner, would worship the ground you'd be walking on...'

BadumpBadumpBadump-

If he wouldn't know it any better, Shoto would think that you were in love with him. But that would be impossible, right?

I mean, has anybody ever heard of a witch and a vampire dating?

No.

Monsters tend to date other monsters of their own kind, or from the same status. I mean, even though witches are very important in the monster realm, they are kind of looked down by some vampires, ghouls or demons.

And also, he wasn't so beautiful that people might get hurt, by "trying to print his beauty into their minds", neither were his eyes, as they looked like the eyes of his parents, which he both despised.

His father with his hellish tourquoise eyes, which seemed to glow in the dark. The same ones that forced him to go ice skating from a young age, so that he could pass his ice skating career to his youngest son, the elder three having failed miserably.

His mothers grey-ish eyes that gave him the scar when ice skating with him. she was his private teacher, and very brutal. But only because her husband was the devil himself and she was only a mere vampire. she gave him the scar as a punishment for scoring second place in a kid-world-ice-skating-competition, all from a simple command from the husband.

Shoto simply despised himself.

"SHOTO!!"

He jolted 'awake' and looked around with a scared...? expression, at least until he saw you and his tensed shoulders visibly relaxed.

"Sorry if i said something wrong. That's just...the way-"

*Bzzzz* *Bzzzz*

'You gotta be kidding me...!', you thought as you picked up your phone. It was your boss, She wanted to meet you on a Sunday. Luckily at 5 pm, because you were planning to go to the flea market with your brother in the morning.

"Okay, thank you for telling me, Ms. Yaoyorozu! Have a nice day.", you said and then you let her hang up first. when you turned yround to look at Shoto and apologize for taking the call, you couldn't see him anywhere.

"Shoto?", you called, but no answer. 'Did i really upset him that much?', you thought, tears prickling in your eyes.

Meanwhile, Shoto was running for his life, his heart beating a mile per minute. He couldn't believe you. Even though you are the most honest witch he knows, and on top of that his best friend, he couldn't bring himself to believe you.

Now, he was at his elder sister's house and tried to catch his breath.

Back to you. you were a crying mess right now because you had upset your best friend. You two had had arguments once in a while, and there had also been moments where you guys couldn't stand each other, but that 'hatred' only ever lasted under ten minutes.

Sora came out of his room and went over to you, hugging you. After telling him what you did, he only looked at you with a fond smile.

"Everything is going to be okay. Okay?"

"Okay."

RIght now, it was 2 pm and you didn't make anything to eat. so, to free your brain from the guilty feeling of hurting Shoto, you turned towards Sora with an excited expression.

"Sora, you wanna go to the supermarket with me?"

Per usual, the introvert shakes his head and runs into his room, making your face give room for a deadpan.

You sigh after you put on some clothes for going out and take your wallet and keys, your phone in your pocket.

After you closed, locked, and put a spell on the door to your apartment, you went down the stairs.

There, you saw Demon!Dabi smoking on some wizard powder and the smoke went out from barely parted lips. your eyes locked and he smirked, making the thin high-maker-holder disappear behind his hand.

"Well if this isn't our little witch. Wher'ya goin'?", he asks as he checked you out without shame.

Your brows furrowed and you hugged yourself, making the demon avert his gaze elsewhere.

"Just buying things, and you should stop smoking. It's not good for your health."

"Aww, but (Y/n), i didn't make an appointment for you to make a diagnosis."

"You don't need one, and i care for our kind, Dabi."

There was a short moment of silence. two seconds maximum, before the demon's pants started to magically catch fire.

"WHAT THE-", the demon yelled, but screamed when green sparks came on his crotch area.

You were having a serious face but you were internally howling with laughter. I mean, it was your doing after all.

Suddenly, the fire stopped when Demon!Dabi was on his knees, both his hands between his legs in front of you.

not being all too scared, you let out a little giggle/chuckle. That resulted in Dabi getting aggressive and pouncing on you, his hands pinning yours to the ground and his face dangerously close to yours.

You could feel his ragged breath on your cheek and something...hard? Must be his pack of wizard dust.

"...N-not so funny now, huh?", he panted, his glowing eyes boring into yours.

But all it took for you was to use your magic again and Dabi was holding his dick area for dear life, because it burned.

"S-stop it! What the fuck?!", he growled, trying to put away the fire in his pants away with his own demon tricks, but he failed miserably.

In the time he was busy holding his genital, you were standing on your feet and watching the demon in slight amusement, but then you stopped, leaving the handsome man in front of you on the floor as you walked out.

'Maybe that spell i gave him will make him stop smoking...'

Witches can put spells on other demons from hindering them to take or do bad things to themselves or other monsters, and Dabi wasn't the first demon you've conquered and defeated.

now you only had to turn around the corner and-

your face meets a nice pair of soft tits.

...

this took longer than expected. whose tits are squishing your head? Like, reblog, give credit, and tell me whose titddies your face wants to be in!

Should i do a fourth part?

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This is so wholesome ma'am I can't 😭

Alright so some bad stuff is happening in my life at the moment so to keep me from having a breakdown I've been thinking about some things.

Like how Kiri would be the best dad ever

Or how Bakugo secretly loves romance movies/shows and love songs

How Izuku would go all out for you on mother's day even if you don't have any children because he's told you you're the only person he wants to have children with

How Shoto would always, and I mean always, rub his beyond healthy relationship in his father's face (I refuse to spell his name) showing him what real love looks like

How Denki would always help your children pull pranks on you

How Sero would dress up as spiderman for his children

Yes this post is mainly about them having children but I am a mom of two children, my daughter is going to be 6 soon and my son will be 4 months old soon. This is more of a post for myself because everything I'm going through at this moment.

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Shortblackdiamonds Theory, part one:

Demons are fallen angels, right?

And angels can pray, right?

While demons -they get hurt? like, praying, or hearing holy words and some religious shit hurts them/makes them feel sick/kills them.

So; if an angel becomes a demon, and that demon becomes depressed and prays or recites a verse from the bible/koran/toga/any other thing which is religious...

what will happen?

Is it-is it like suicide? Or self harm?

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The Prayer.

Rumors started a few months ago, when some underclass demons somehow caught wind of a new student coming to their school.

Devildom was the school's name, and the principle, or better known as the future demon King, Diavolo, was the one responsible for it.

"A school with demons, angels, and humans. A peaceful school, where everybody can study together in harmony."

This was what Lord Diavolo had in mind, but it...it backfired.

[ ""= Speaking, ''= Thinking, ()= Information, sassy, but good natured reader, reader is religious, i'll try to make it gender neutral]

First, he wanted to build contact with the angels from Heaven, and got two transfer students. Simeon and Luke. Simeon looked more mature than Luke, but that was because Luke was still a kid.

Simeon had dark hair and a brown milk-chocolate-like skin colour.(I'm not good at describing peoples' skin colours, pls spare me @charliepoopyfart.) he also had glowing eyes that you could trust and which would reassure you that everything would be okay.

Yes, Luke was still a child, that's why he could be a little skeptical and skittish about some things, but he was way more mature than other kids his age. Luke had blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, he also had cute chubby cheeks.

Lord Diavolo was beyond happy that he got not one- but two new students for his school. And that from another Realm!

But, he didn't expect Luke to get bullied by his classmates or the six deadly sins.

Lucifer (the eldest brother), the avatar of pride, and Satan (the fourth oldest brother), the avatar of wrath, were both sadists and had always a dark aura around them when they messed with the little angel. They often went as far as to call Luke 'Chi hua hua'.

Mammon (the second oldest brother), the avatar of greed, and Leviathan (the third oldest brother), the avatar of envy, as well as Asmodeus (the fifth oldest brother) weren't going as hard on the poor boy as the first two mentioned from above. the avatar of lust didn't do it as much as Lucifer and Satan. But, they still called the poor angel names and also messed with him sometimes.

Now, Beel (the sixth oldest) was a sweetheart, but when Luke made all those sweet pastries all the time...it was hard to listen to a boy who was way younger and smaller than himself.

The second disaster was when the first transfer student, Solomon, waltzed into the hall and inroduced himself.

The future king thought that Solomon would be a normal human being, but no. Solomon was a thousands of years old wizard, still in his teenage looks, but also the worst cook alive.

Then, there you came. sweet MC, not knowing why you suddenly landed in some other place, looking around with a confused, but also bewildered expression, looking for any signs of exit.

The chaos began, when Lord Diavolo introduced himself and gave price that he was a demon. Oh no.

See, you were a very religious person. All your words, posture, the clothes you wore, and what you ate depended on your religion, as well as tradition and culture.

And now, being in front of the demon king?!

You just took a deep breath before rapping many verses and words from what your mother taught you and the holy books you've read, and other holy words to god. it seemed to help, because nearly every person, which wasn't you, collapsed to the ground. they all clutched their head, their demon forms coming to the surface, and they all burned a beautiful green.

"What is going on here?!", a male, but also heavenly voice shouted.

you stopped praying for your life and found the source of the perfect voice. Simeon.

Simeon looked at you, then at the other demons. he didn't know what went on while he wasn't in the hall of the new human transfer student arriving, but his gut told him it was you.

"What did you do to them?"

"Who are you?! Are you also a demon?! Why am i here!?", you yelled instead of giving him an answer.

Simeon sighed before knocking you unconscious with a spell.

...

Your eyes had to get used to the darkness that consumed you, but after a while, you found out where you were: in a room.

it was actually pretty simple: A theme of natural things like plants, flowers and other green stuff decorated your room. in one corner were your things, on some old fashioned table your electronic devices, and one wall had a big window in the middle. The window showed a clear sight of what could only be described as a kingdom.

You didn't know if you were in some fantasy world or some expensive as fuck hotel, but you had to find out who the hell brought you here.

You still had a feeling that you were in the same house as that Diavolo guy, and you wanted to give him a piece of your opinion about kidnapping a teenager.

And so, you changed your clothes into more professional/ comfortable ones before leaving the room with a key that you found on the outside of the door's lockhole.

you took your phone for safety reasons and were also beyond happy for your prepared ass, because you had 92% on it.

Your feet did little to no sound as you walked on the vermillion carpets that looked like fur along the halls. Every few metres were some greek or egypt sculptures and you wondered if that Diavolo guy really was who he called himself.

'Demon, Demon King, Principal...what the heck?', you thought, slouching in your step a bit.

Soon, you heard voices from in one room that had to be a ball, because the doors were like the ones you saw in movies: long, big, decorated with handcrafted cuts into the white/mahagony/black/dark/grey painted wood and some shiny lack.

You felt like some cliché hero/cheated on badass, who was about to blow some sabotage thingie of some mafia bosses up, but in reality, you were trying to find those guys who brought you here and make them bring you back to your world.

You opened the door with a deep breath.

There, you saw them all over again:

Lord Diavolo, some other men that all had their own dresscode, and the guy who knocked you out.

It seemed like you had their attention, because all the pairs in that room were directed to you.

"I want to leave.", you said, your eyes boring into the man who intoduced himself to you with a smile. As many would look, you didn't fear the demon at all. in fact, you were glaring at Diavolo.

Diavolo himself felt a little uneasy by your bluntness, as well as how you looked at him. like you would kill him if he wouldn't do what you asked him to do.

but still, he didn't want to back down on one of his dreams. he wanted a school with humans, demons and angels, and he always got what he wanted.

Simeon saw you, but in a better light now. Your posture was calm, straightened, but you had that glimmer in your eyes that told everyone not to mess with you.

He also saw your aura. you were basically a human angel, an angel without a halo, nor wings. he saw how true your heart was beating, how much of an actually and naturally good person you were.

Simeon felt bad for knocking you out and not introducing himself first. Simeon felt bad for assuming you were some nasty teen. Simeon felt bad for thinking you would be some toxic person, or a person with anger issues.

But before Simeon or Diavolo could say something back, Lucifer spoke.

Lucifer, being the avatar of pride, didn't like how you were talking to his bestie boss, he liked it even less when you had him on his knees in front of his own brothers, Simeon and Diavolo by praying some verses.

"You are in no position to talk to Lord Diavolo like that. Humble yourself, human...!"

Lucifer's voice was booming, intimidating, bone-chilling, as he said those two sentences. The eldest brother wanted to see your scared expression. he wanted to see tears prickling your eyes. he wanted your voice to shake a little as you would pathetically beg for forgiveness.

But he didn't expect for you to look him up and down with a disgusted expression and give him a shit ton of sass.

"And who are you to talk to me like that? Weren't you also one of those people in the other room? Didn't you scream the loudest as i recited my prayers?

And that Lord Diavolo guy can come and kiss my-"

"Alright, no swearing please!", Simeon butted in, sparing Lucifer the embarassment of recalling his actions and not wanting you, an innocent person to cuss.

Lucifer had to admit, he really was loud, but when a PRAYER was in the same room as him...it was hard to not scream in agony and pain.

...Prayers were truly a different breed.

...

sooo, i wanted to write this story for some time now because it wouldn't get out of my head, so, yeah!

What do you guys think of it?

Should i keep writing that story or nah?

also, i installed that game, Obey me!, a few months ago, but the game got harder and harder and my phone began to be burning hot after some minutes of playing.

so i deleted it. But still, i think that it is a very fun game!

i also wanted to indulge myself a bit here, and i thought that it's actually a good story.

[shortblackdiamond]

Y/n.

Y/n has that privilege too.

Who else gets that privilege of NOT being hated by Bakugou??

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you've gotta understand i don't post on here to gain followers i do it to empty my mind ruthlessly each day so i dont go insane . me posting about a character is just me shaking my brain upside down to make sure everything comes out

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What happened? Part two

part one:

https://shortblackdiamond.tumblr.com/post/675618614798434304/what-happened

i wanted to make a part two.

Ever since that encounter Bakugo had with you, he couldn't stop thinking about you.

and it wasn't that type of 'whoah, someone just stood up against me, I'm going to fall in love with them!', no.

It was more like, 'What the-Who the hell does that extra think they are?! Calling out things that aren't even true! What the hell?!'

He wanted to beat you up, to call you a quirkless loser, because you weren't using your quirk in a show of domincance.

Or a cold bucket, because you were wearing long sleeves and long pants that covered your whole body, even though it was summer temperature.

He wanted to-he wanted to-ARGH, he didn't even know what he wanted to do to you!

He was feeling dumb for not having a comeback at your sharp words that were like daggers into his heart.

it hurt him a little to hear that someone, some useless extra pointed out his weaknesses. But he wouldn't say that to anyone, and he was not hurt, he was furious.

...

Meanwhile, Midoriya was happy to have a new friend. And a pretty brave one. he still couldn't believe that you just faced Kacchan and called him out on his bad sides, but everyone has them, right?

But still, to you, Kacchan seemed like a villain, and he wanted to change your point of view.

One evening, when you told your mother about that cool green haired freckled boy, she had the idea for them to visit you guys, and that's what happened then.

When you and Midoriya met again, your and her mother were on the playground too. (They didn't play of course, sad, i know.)

You and Izuku played heroes and villains together, talked about any new hero, and All Might, then you talked about other hobbys you guys had, and then ALl Might again.

And once your mother suggested that they could spent the night with you guys, Izuku was ecstatic while his mother did the typical 'I don't want to be a bother to you!' thing.

As this little conversation kept going on and on between these two women, you and Izuku walked hand in hand and still kept talking, well, Izuku kept talking and you listened, but you didn't mind.

Soon, the Midoriya's ended up spending the night at your mother's place. It was also the night were you began looking at Izuku as more than a friend, but your young mind didn't think much about it. But what you didn't know that Izuku felt the same way.

He didn't know why he felt os connected to you. Maybe it was because you weren't judging him for being quirkless, you also didn't question him with anything quirkrelated, except heroes and villains.

He couldn't figure you out. You were so...calm, and collected. you didn't really yell, not even at Bakugo, when you were getting loud it was like calling for someone, not yelling or shouting.

also, when you looked at him, he felt like he was the only person in the room you were looking at, like there was no one or nobody as interesting as him, and he absentmindedly sticked to that imagination, which was also true.

"You know, since you plan on taking notes on heroes, i could take notes on villains."

That was what you once said that night. he didn't know what to answer to your statement.

Why did you want to take notes on villains?

"Okay, sure! Let's do that!"

And so, you and Izuku spent hours, days, at each other's houses, playing, talking about everything and everyone, making inside jokes and dissing/calling out people who say All Might is trash on the internet (rip emo!Kiri for saying red Riot is the best and All Might is mid).

...

Now, you guys were in middle school and Izuku and you got bullied by Bakugo. Sometimes he would stop when you made some side remark about his quirk, but today he really pushed your buttons.

"Why are you even talking, you don't even have a quirk!?"

"Shut up, walking heating pad!"

And he took it up another notch.

"Is there anything you're even good at?"

"Why do you even defend that supid Deku, hah?"

And that took the attention of your other classmates.

"You got a crush on him or something?"

"Quirkless couple!"

"Quirkless dreamers!"

"Quirkless idiots!"

Slow clapping made the whole classroom freeze.

"Wow, y'all really have guts, haha."

Your voice has lost its emotion, sarcastic as always.

You slowly stood up from your seat and looked at every student.

Then you began to call each and every student out and made them feel ebarassaed of themselves-their quirks, to be more specific.

You started with the person sitting in front of Izuku.

"What is your quirk. being a tool? No one has human sized tools, your quirk is useless."

Then the girl sitting next to him.

"Wow, fire instead of hands. I wonder how you'll eat with hot hands, or when your firehands get washed off with water."

The boy in front of her.

"Giraffe. when some heavy stuff gets thrown at you, your neck breaks and you'll die most possibly."

The boy behind Izuku.

"Big ass mouth. what you gonna do with that? Run it?"

The boy next to him.

"dildo nose. The best thing villains will do with your face is sit on it."

"A boy with rocks for hair."

"Glasses."

"Eye-out-puller. you wanna scare them people?"

"Long fingers. wanna look like a spider?"

You look around the room. You look into your classmate's eyes. some of them have tears in them.

"What does a useless quirk bring you? y'all can't even fight properly.

I'd much rather have no quirk than any quirk from this class."

And so, every student got silent, staring at their desks.

only prideful Bakugo stands up and strides over to you, all cocky and shit. if it wouldn't be for your calm face and posture, you'd look like a serial killer, ready for the next victim.

"So, you say that every quirk here is useless, but what about mine? C'mon, tell me, why didn't you say anything about me, huh? Are you-"

"Because you have the worst quirk in this classroom."

Silence filled the air.

And you took it as an invitation to continue.

But you spoke a little quieter than normally.

"You remember what i told you many years ago, Katsuki?

Your own quirk harms you. it harms your body. your ears. your hands."

"Hah?! Speak up!"

"I am speaking loudly. you are slowly getting deaf."

another round of silence.

"you can't even hear a sentence from anyone before demanding them to speak up."

"Your hands are shaking. that's from the overuse of your quirk. also, they are very sweaty, that's probably why you broke many of sensei Moriyama's vases and ceramic cups."

small giggles erupt in the classroom. Bakugo remembered that accidental day as clear as a black text on white paper. and now, a blush arised to his ears.

"Your voice is also a little hoarse form all the yelling, which means that when you speak normally, you can't hear your voice, or your throat hurts from yelling-because you can't hear your own voice."

The school bell rung, signalling the end of school.

no one said anything, Izuku gaped at you and then back to Kacchan, back and forth.

You patiently waited for Izuku to pack his things and saw Bakugo in the corner of your eyes.

And before you went through the door, you yelled over at Bakugo.

"Get a meeting by the ear specialist!"

And you were gone.

Bakugo watched the door for a few more moments before looking at his phone.

He had already made one.

...

SO, WHAT DO Y'ALL THINK?!?!?

I wanna make a part three cause i have such a good plot idea for this!

I will make a part three.

Bye guys!

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Animal Hybrids

Bruh, imagine adopting a bunch of pets, only to find out they're actually hot boys, but seperately

okay this has been in my drafts and in my head for like a week and i wanna get it out.

warnings: crack, fluff, smut, masturbation, sex toys, swear words, etc.

reader: female/male/gender neutral, swears, is single, a good person, birthday

read if you want

Deku: It was a sunny day as you were waking up from your little nap and went out to look at your little garden behind your house. you've been planting many plants, vegetables and also fruits like berries. but there was a problem: you had a thief who stole your berries. when you asked the neighbours kids if it was them, they said no (they are good/honest kids), so you made a plan to find out who it was. as you were setting up a trap, you heard a rustle behind one of your rose bushes and quickly went inside, but so that you could see the culprit and catch them redhanded, literally. but when you saw that it was nothing more than a dark green bunny, you couldn't help but coo at it. silently and slowly, as not to frighten the green bunny, you set behind it. you watched with an amused grin as it ate away your berries happily.

"You like my berries that much huh"

and you scared the cotton balls outta the bun, nice doing hun. but as the bunny recovered, you picked up more berries and held them in front of it. cutely sniffing them with a sweet twitching nose, it practically inhaled all those berries.

you couldn't help but become curious as you picked more berries and held them in front of the bunnies mouth for it to eat.

Why is the bunny green? and by the way it is eating so much of my berries, it must have been starving. doesn't it maybe have someone to look after...?

"you must've been very hungry, huh honeybun? wanna eat more? wait here.", you said and went away to pick up a bowl.

after you returned, you found the bunny eating some of your strawberries and you couldn't help but chuckle.

picking as many different kinds of berries as the bowl let fit, you put them on the ground and the bunny ate them all.

soon it became a routine, and after a week you ended up having a green haired pet. when you went to the doctor with the bunny, the man only answered that you'll see, whatever that meant.

You found out when it became your twenty-thirs birthday.

a friend of yours gave you a dildo four your birthday, a very big one, but it was just slightly bigger than average and it also had a virbating function. the excuse of your friend was that 'your little virgin holes need some attention'. you couldn't help but agree even though you were a bit offended by the bluntness and given the fact that you were single like a pringle.

you inspected the dildo further and soon discharged your underwear, ready to carefully put the toy inside you.

what you didn't know was that your bunny, which you thought had fallen asleep, was watching you with big, curious eyes.

to be honest, it wasn Deku's-or how you called him-Honeybun's intention to watch you getting off on some liveless object, but fuck was it hot.

he couldn't help but switch his gaze at how your intimate part seemed to suck the toy in practically, or how your brows furrowed in concentration and your parted lips, letting out whimpers, mewls and little moans at the sensation the thing between your legs gave you.

Deku himself didn't know how long he could hold on watching you, his crush nearing her/his/their orgasm.

the first time he saw you, he thought he'd get a heart attack. he saw you the first time when you were nursing your greens with a smile on your lips and your eyes filled with love.

when you saw him eat your berries, he thought he was done for- he knew that eating things from strangers wasn't nice/good. but when you gave him more? he fell deeper into the rabbit hole of love.

also, when you gave him his nickname-no, petname, he got super flustered, but also turned on. he honestly found it nearly funny at how oblivious you were to the fact that he was a hybrid because his unusual hair colour gave him away instantly.

but he was still happy that you dismissed what the doctor said as some kind of illness he had.

but now, now he wanted to be inside you, and not see some present of your friend vanish into your tight insides.

and that's exactly what he did.

with a flash, he morphed into the big man he grew up to become: tall, muscular, freckles adornung Izuku's skin and the trademark green hair.

but even though he had the body of a greek god, he still had the same twitchy nose, big doe eyes, the long ears, and let's not forget the cute little moving tail.

your eyes were closed due to your orgasm nearing, but ripped open the moment you felt a hand snatch away the toy you've been pathetically thrusting in and out of you.

then you met his eyes, and let me tell you, you fell hard for him, but he fell harder for you.

"I- ...Honeybun?"

"I will give you more than that supid toy, ...c-can I?"

Yeah, you've gotten the night of a lifetime on your birthday. and now you're not single anymore either!

...

Bakugo: It was raining buckets out there and you were in your business clothing, a big warm jacket, an umbrella, and on your way home. it was already late at night, and dark, but you couldn't miss the cat box in the corner which lead to an alleyway.

Inside of the box was a yellow haired cat that was coughing fits and bits of hairballs and also sneezed pretty often. the cat was curled into the corner of the wet box, trying to warm itself up, but failed by the look of how much it shivered and shuddered.

and who were you to leave a cat in the rain?

without a second thought, you picked the cat up-and scared the living shit outta it- put it inside your jacked in front of your chest (let's pretend you have tits so Catsuki can sleep on them while listening to your heartbeat.), and went hom quickly.

the moment you stepped into your apartment, you quickly snatched a little blanket, a pillow and a towel. you placed the male cat onto the pillow that you've put a blanket on and left the towel near the pillow.

by now, Bakugo was in heaven. he was freezing out there for months without anyone wanting to take him in, but there you came and recued him.

but that didn't mean he was going to be a good pet, no no, stupid human.

what he didn't expect from you was that you prepared him some cat food and encouraged him to eat. at first he was meowing loudly, scratching you when you tried to bring him closer to the bowl you so gently put down for him, and he took a bite.

of course, his pride and ego would go in the way and he would throw the bowl of food in your face with his paw, but his survival instincts told him to eat everything you gave him, and so he ate like a good pet.

also, your food was heavenly. let's not forget about the fact that he was really sick, so you've also put some meds into the food.

until now, it had been two days that you'd adopted the cat and claimed it as your own, having signed many adoption papers, bought many meds, toys, food and other available stuff that Bakugo would need.

but he actually only needed a few toys, one cat tree and a good amount of cat food.

but you were a pleaser, so you spoiled the brat like no tomorrow and Catsuki still had the audacity to scratch you, even after half a year.

but it where also moments like these where you thought if it was a good idea adopting a cat. a stray cat, to say the least.

"you know sweetie, i don't know if i can look after you any longer.", you once said as you sat beside Catsuki eating his expensive bought cat food lunch.

he stopped dead in his tracks after he heard you say that.

What the-Why?! Are you going to die or what?!

"you haven't been the nicest. not when i took you in, not when i am talking to you now."

Catsuki gulped before straightening his back and sat down like a cat would sit.

"...you-you always scratch me when i want to touch you, you act like i am the worst...", tears formed in your eyes and you looked at your pet with a sad and heartbrocken expression.

"were your earlier owners the reason you act like that or do you just don't like me?"

and that broke Bakugo's heart.

You thought he hated you? that he had caretakers before you?

He had nothing before he met you!

and you were mad at yourself for him not being affactionate as much as you are with him?

all those emotions bubbled up inside him and made such a huge impact that he formed into his human form-naked(¬‿¬)- and kissed you with so much love you've never felt before.

"Tch, sorry human. Didn't mean to be like that. y're too nice, damnit."

meanwhile you, sweet sweet (Y/n), were too occupied at the thoughts of how stupid you were.

you were about to give a sexy male cat hybrid to an old grandma, for fuck's sake!

but it was just a tsundere man who didn't know how to reciprocate feelings.

and what he said next made you choke on your saliva.

"let me make it up to you, master~"

...

how did y'all find this? was this ok? i would be planning to make a part two from this, so hit a like if you want that.

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Protective Siblings: part two

based on this post ⤵

In this part, i am going to write about you being the younger/older sister/brother/sibling of Jirou.

like, honestly. there are not many writers out there that pour their hearts out for other characters, and it annoys me pretty much.

warnings: pretty much angst, also pretty much self indulgent, and yeah, you'll see yourself what i mean by that. (no, i don't have a sister)

also a bit out of character jirou(?), but it is going to turn out good in the end. i promise :)

...

So, let's dive right into it, shall we?

Ever since you and Jirou Kyoka were kids, and before quirks had a meaning to you two, you guys were the so called 'musician duo'.

what do i mean by that? You and Kyoka were known for playing instruments, humming random melodies, and other stuff that involved any musicially motivating thing/activity.

Of course, your parents loved that, as they were music lovers themselves, and even though you and your sister shared that passion, they couldn't help that you were much more addicted to the tune that she was.

and soon, it became a problem.

And the problem started when you got your quirk. While Kyoka had ends of earphones attached to her earlobes, your quirk...was much more...different.

your neck, shoulders, arms, back, and legs, had holes. holes that could be stocked up with cables like the ones Kyoka has.

your quirk allowed you to put many cables into your body and have either electricity flow through your body, make extremely loud noise (kinda like Present Mic) and listen to music and charge things (very unlogical, but let's just pretend that it works somehow).

but, you also had a nice voice and it was calming to sing a few songs-for yourself and other people who heard.

You thought that you had a pretty badass quirk and began training right away, but you never took off your headphones and that was another problem. the first one was that your parents thought your quirk was more...villain like.

they thought that the frequence and the pressure your quirk let you have would be a bad thing, but they didn't know that you were working on that exactly. you didn't want to become a villain, you wanted to become a hero.

now, with you being fourteen, the same age as your sister, but only being a few months older/younger than her, your parents picked at you, and only you.

"How about you lay down your headphones for a bit and let your ears rest?", they tried to reason you, but they soon realised that they'd have to be stricter and stricter.

"Y/n, put away your phone and help your sister!"

"If you don't turn off that loud music-"

It was a miracle how well your ears still worked despite listening to The Emperor (Anime: Kengan Ashura) by full volume with your air pods.

it also was much more of a wonder that your ears worked better than your sisters, because despite hearing music in school, you were able to read lips and when the teacher wordlessly gave you the chalk to solute something, you just wrote down the answer on the board and no teacher bothered you ever since.

or when you were about to get attacked by some mean bully girls and one of them tried to shove you down the stairs. the moment her hands were about to touch your shoulders, you swiftly swapped to the side and let her taste her own medicine. the bitch ended up in a wheelchair💀

the same also nearly happened to your sister if it wouldn't have been for you to beat up those bullies. they wanted to smash a bucket of cold water over her head, but it ended up on the principal's head and they got suspended from school.

The whole school and everyone else thought you were a delinquent, with that many visible holes you had, they didn't even think that it could've been your quirk.

but the good part was that you were good with many gangs and hung out with many people, and they didn't seem to wonder why you were wearing headphones with volume to the max, they either thought you were completely badass or completely dumb or completely deaf, but they didn't dare say a word to you.

Kyoka herself thought that you were pretty cool, but you weren't talking as much as before with her. You were either training, while listening to music, hanging out with other delinquents or straight up writing tunes while listening to other tunes.

Kyoka missed her older/younger sister/brother/sibling.

No matter how much the peope tried to communicate with you or start a conversation, it seemed like you only listened to one thing: Music. and it would be odd to wanting to strike a conversation with you in the first place because of your resting bitch face and your make up that made you look intimidating but also extremely hot.

but still, you got many invitings from kids in your school-even the ones in higher grades-but you didn't go. you simply thought that going to parties with strangers would be the same as smoking; only a tactic to come off as cool, but only hurting your insides.

But it didn't stop there; when your parents noticed that you were getting too addicted to music, they just snatched everything away from you.

Phone, laptop, headphones, earphones, neckbands, airpods, everything.

your parents thought that maybe you would start talking to your sister again -or them, but no.

you spent most of your time locked in your room training, writing songs, singing songs, clapping, and making any other rythmic noise with material such as books or pens provided.

Meanwhile, Kyoka was at her worst. she felt like she lost you when you spent months in your room without enough light for your body, or enough food.

but at the same time, she was jealous. why were you always the center of attention? why did your quirk make you so outstanding? why did so many people always try to talk to you? you were wearing headphone for christ's sake!

with each day, your sister began to hate you more and more. she didn't want to be seen with you, not that she was before anyway, but still.

that became one of the many reasons why she wanted to go to U.A. . Not to also become a hero, but to also become stronger than you. she wanted to pick at you, tell you how weak you were, how useless your attempts of training were and so on.

your parents thought that maybe you should be sent to a psychiatrist, but when you came out of your room, you had a satisfied smile on your face and went out of the house.

they didn't know where you went or what you did in your room, and they didn't know if you'd answer them. so they just waited and waited until you came home, which was very late.

Your parents thought about calling you, but then they realized that they took your phone from you.

but when you came through the door, they screamed. it didn't help that it was your fifteenth birthday, but it helped even less when you came through the door with a mullet, your (h/c) hair swayed as you walked. you also had a tattoo on your neck, it was one a gang leader would wear.

honestly, you looked much hotter than before, but unfortunately your parents didn't share the same thoughts and yelled at you, calling you out, complaining as to why you never talk to them, and much more.

once they were done-with you looking at them with a bored expression, you simply said that you got accepted into U.A. and went into your room.

Kyoka couldn't believe her ears; you...you got accepted? How? Did you get recommended? You weren't in the hall, nor the entrance exam!

so...you got recommended...

now Kyoka felt dejected. was she going to become the sister who has to change schools? The 'sister of Jirou?'

No, Kyoka would have her own name, that would be clear.

a few days later and Kyoka found out that she was accepted into U.A. as well. she told her parents and they were happy for her.

you and Kyoka haven't talked since you announced that you got accepted and you two still didn't strike a conversation when you were in front of the door, out of your home.

"stay safe, you two!"

"Look after each other, yeah?"

You two simultaneously nodded and went off.

the walk to the school was silent. neither of you said a word. what could you say? you were siblings, after all.

the entire walk was spent with you two listening to music and not sparing a glance to each other.

while you were busy looking at people and trying to figure out what they were saying through their lips, Kyoka found herself wanting to ask you many things.

like, why aren't you talking to her? Why are you out all the time? Why are you listening to music the whole time? Why are you out with other people the whole time? why did you cut your hair to a mullet? Why did you get a tattoo? why don't you ever take her with you when you go out?

but before she could gather the courage to look at you and fire those questions at you, you two stood in front of the U.A. gates.

and it was the first time Kyoka felt your eyes on her.

but it was also the first time in a while, that you smiled up/down at her with such...warmth in your eyes.

you also had a fond smile, like you knew she'd achieve her goal and come to this school.

"let's do out best, okay?", you said, and your headphones were down.

Kyoka took a good look at your pierced ears and then smiled at you.

"okay."

and now i begin with the headcannons because this text took too much of my brain cells, sorry.

at first, there was this giant door, both of you thought, wtf🤨

second, you walk through that door and see and angry pomeranian and some nerd boy w/ glasses.

wtf part two

but when that boy w/ glasses sees you, he immediately tries to reason you to wear proper schoolclothing and to cover up your body w/ chooping handmotions

you honestly think about telling him to fuck off, but before you can do that, your sis Kyoka says that it's for your quirk.

and when he sees them holes on your body and tries to apologize, you give him an annoyed look and put your earphones on

but before you turn on the music, you say

"never judge a song by the first few seconds"

and now you are listening to Eminem

Iida, that glasses guy is now wary of you but can't help to agree on what you said

Deku thinks that you look very frightening, but also very cool

of course, sero, Kirishima and Kaminari are going to try to become friends with you, and you honestly think they're great, but you then pull Kyoka, who tried to go away from so many bois introvert emo girl over to you and introduce her to them.

"this is my older/younger sister Kyoka Jirou, and if anybody dares to harrass her, i'll blast away your eardrums."

so, save to say, Kyoka has now five people looking after her (Bakugo is also there but he claims that he isn't friends w/ you guys)

Kyoka and you talk a lot more now and she also feels guilty for hating you.

she tells you about how she's been feeling lately and you hig her before telling her that you're proud of her telling you how she feels

your parents are happy that you hang out with your sister more

kyoka doesn't hate you anymore

she loves that you put her before everything and everyone and always give her her favourite food in the cantine at lunch.

you and her are now part of the Bakusquad, and you do much random shit together.

now don't get me wrong, you are not the 'no nonsense' sibling, you are the ✨yes nonsense✨ sibling

you, mina, sero, Kiri and Kaminari do the most random shit together and Kyoka and Bakugo always gotta save you.

once, you lured Kyoka into your shenanigans

you were attached to your sister, Denki had his hands on your and Kyoka's shoulders

you guys jst wanted to see what happens

you ended up turning off the electricity in the whole U.A. building

you got a lecture from the teachers, Dadzawa, and then Bakugo and Sero

Sero speaks spanish with you, you have spicy food eating contests with Bakugo and you always tie, You do manly things with Kirishima and dance with Mina, but you also play with Denki on his switch and chill with your sister

you unironically own a bike, but Kyoka knew

but the rest of the Bakuquad didn't know, they also didn't know where you got that tattoo

you now have a group of teens who always ask you to ride a bike with you

so they ask you

a lot of questions

even Bakugo

and doing shit goes to talking about doing shit

so you got that tattoo after you lost a bet

you got dared to fight against a thief

you had a plan to blast the thief away with your quirk

but it backfired

you cracked against the wall

the thief came to you and asked what was wrong

th epolice came and asked what's wrong

"he stole her panties."

your words, not mine

task failed successfully.

you always wanted to have a mullet

so you have one now, the same goes to your earrings.

deku asks about your quirk and you are creeped out.

he asked so many questions and you just punched him in the face and he didn't bother asking you anything for a month

Bad Y/n.

*Bakugo, proud in the corner of the room*: I taught them that

Todoroki thinks you look weird, mullet and all

so when he asks you you're lowkey offended and insult him to the gravestone.

"at least i didn't get burnt by my mom, half'n'half"

"you talk all that but you ain't got no piercings, you wanna know how much that hurts? more than the trauma your dad gave you"

you heard them talk in the sports festival, leaning against the wall next to Bakugo

The class was shook by your sass

Yaoyorozu will come over like "Y/n you can't say that"

And your deadass will be like: "and how did you get in here, making money to get in? You could've easily won against emo birdhead over there"

Tokoyami shook ft. Dark shadow

Nobody messes with you (again)

also since you can read lips you can see how many students are gossiping about Sero "looking too plain for a 1-A student", Bakugo being "too temperamentful", Denki being "too stupid", Mina "being a girl", Kyoka being "too weak" and you "looking like a villain."

"since i look like a villain i might as well do villainous things"

yeah, you got lectured again

Dadzawa gives you tips on how to properly beat up kids ft. All Might

These two teach you by using Mineta as a ragdoll

anyways, you are Kyoka's cool and chill sibling and the Bakuquad thinks you're cool

...

so, what do your think of this part? i seriously don't know how to do angst, so, yeah, now you'll know why it maybe sucks

who should be in part three? if you guys want one, that is.