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tteokdoroki · 4 years

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all the love in the world | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 5.1K

⇝ rating: 18+, mature.

⇝ genre: pro hero!au, engaged!au, fluff and smut.

⇝ summary: as hard to believe as it may seem, bakugou lives for time off, where the days begin with him waking up by your side and end with him falling asleep right next to you, while he thinks of all the ways he can love you during the hours in between.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! fluffy domestic bakugou ( i think this needed a warning okay? ), smut ( characters aged up to 20s ), soft morning sex, fingering ( female recieving ), dry humping, light!praise, heavy!breeding kink, switch!reader, dom!bakugou.

⇝ author’s note(s): hellooo my loves ! as a celebration of me reaching 100+ followers, i bring you my very first written imagine !! i love the idea of domestic baku so i hope you enoy reading as i did writing !! special thanks to @ozzy-bozzy for the teddy bear bracelets idea hehe

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katsuki bakugou considered himself to be a very lucky person.

when he was younger he’d been blessed by a powerful quirk which only lead him to exceed his classmates back in U.A. he’d graduated said school’s hero course top of his class, even if he’d failed his provisionals the first time round— nothing could stop him from becoming the best.

so when the hot headed blonde bagged the role of side kick at a top hero agency and then launched himself to the highest points in the hero charts as a pro later on, katsuki felt like all of his dreams had come true.

that was until, he’d proposed to you.

you were katsuki’s final dream, for him to wait for you at the end of the aisle— your watery smile just for him.

that’s the vision he saw in his sleep. when you had said yes to him, the night you got engaged under the stars and amongst the roses, it was then that the explosive hero had realised how lucky he truly was.

he had loved you for a long time, katsuki had— he almost couldn’t remember the time when he hadn’t. in the time that you’d spent together; soft gazes and lingering touches, you’d taught him a lot and he’d learned through your tolerance and generosity, something that had rubbed off on him, something he’d so desperately needed to cool down his hot demeanour.

he was grateful for a lot of things, all of the things you’d taught him— but mostly the entirety of you. while you’d always said that neither of you completed each other and only made one another better, bakugou knew that his life would be complete with you in it forever.

he knew from the moment you’d pinned him down underneath you during training back in high school— that he was going to make you his wife someday.

“jesus katsu, why’re you up s’early? it’s supposed to be our day off,” you mumble into your silk sheets; his scent sewn into your pillows. katsuki likes the orange silk that lines your bed; mostly because of the colour and partly because other fabrics irritate his skin. with sleepy eyes, you blink up at the blonde and catch him staring mid act. like always, bakugou looks away with a heated blush and paws it away from his cheeks. “whatcha lookin’ at dummy?”

one of kastuki’s favourite things is the way you look when you first wake up, groggily rubbing the sleep away from your eyes with a pout on your lips as the sun hits your face just right— creating a halo effect around you, like you’re his guardian angel…but he wouldn’t ever admit that to you, at least not until his wedding vows. “it’s the only time i get to look at you without hearin’ the dumb shit that comes out your mouth, woman.” katsuki grumbles back, finally meeting your eyes again.

he can clearly see the love glittering your irises and the faint smile that plays teasingly on your lips as if you know that he’s joking. unwillingly; bakugou feels himself mirror the grin that you bare and a happy warmth then spreads across his chest.

“we still have the whole day ahead for you to ogle me like that katsuki bakugou,” you hum sweetly, the tail end of your words falling into a light giggle. the ash blonde feels his heart flutter just from the sound; a candied melody to his ears that he could never get tired of hearing.

reaching over your shoulder, katsuki uses his warm hands to roll you over onto his awaiting lap.

your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as the sheets fall from your body to reveal yourself in one of his shirts with an old merch design and your fingers weave their way into his pretty blonde hair.

now that you’re in his lap; the pro hero can see the smirk making its way into your face as you look down at him lovingly. “seems like you were doing more than just looking baby…”

your hips grind down against your lover’s now prominent erection that sits hidden in his dark sweats— earning a slight gasp from the man himself. “s-shut up, dumbass…” bakugou growls through gritted teeth while you move above him.

his words stay lodged in his throat, he wants to tell you that you’re always on his mind no matter what he’s doing or looking at but instead they die down as he drops his head to your neck, leaving sweet kisses along the column of it.

early morning love making with you was what katsuki bakugou considered one of his many blessings. he loves being this close to you— feeling every dip in your skin and kissing every mark on your body, his lips work their way up from your jawline to your chin and finally attempting to land a solid kiss to your own lips.

“nuh, katsu—“ your breathless whine fills the air, sending shivers down the spine of the man below you. he moves up to kiss you again, gripping your hips tightly while your movements begin to sync. “no, morning…morning breath…”

bakugou huffs, hand finding the back of your head to tilt it down into a soft liplock— contrasting with the harshness of his earlier movements. “fuck morning breath, i haven’t made love to you properly in a fucking week so let me kiss you. fuck.” usually, katsuki would have added his salty pet name of ‘shitty woman’ to the tail end of his phrases but he bites his tongue, saving it for later.

you give into your fiancé then, falling in love with the way his lips meld against yours so passionately all over again. fingers that belong to bakugou dance underneath your shirt, finding you bare within the fabric. one hand slips between your plush thighs, smoothly rubbing circles into your swelling clit ever so gently.

your breath hitches as katsuki traps you under his touch, playing with your folds as they begin to grow slick and form a wet patch on his deep grey sweats, making him groan.

the explosive pro pushes two of his digits past your entrance, curling them and watching with sparkling scarlet eyes as your mouth hangs open in of the prettiest moans katsuki’s ever heard— his mouth falls open with you while your head tilts back, exposing your sweat glimmering skin to the sun’s rays. “feel good baby? yeah, you like that?” he mumbles condescendingly, slowly pumping them inside of you. “yeah you do, yeah you fuckin’ do.”

“yeah, katsu...more…” a breathless moan escapes you with every thrust of bakugou’s hot fingers, the cheeky bastard setting off small scale explosions to stimulate you from within. he’s hot, the heat from his body filling the space between you and spreading right down to your glistening mound— causing slick to gush from your tiny abused hole.

you can feel his cock pulse beneath you with every twist of his fingers to reach that spongy pleasure spot deep within your leaking hot walls.

katsuki’s thick fingers stretch open your tiny hole, making your mouth water at the thought of his weighty cock being the next thing press into you but your raging thoughts are swiftly interrupted by your fiancé— who pulls from you completely and sucks the two fingers into his mouth to lick them clean of your sweet nectar.

katsuki keeps his vermillion eyes locked on you, the lewd action making saliva pool on your tongue. his own pink muscle darts out to wet his lips, no doubt spreading the taste of you across them before making a move to kiss you.

the pro is quickly stopped, your hands that once roamed his bare back and messed hair, now pinning his own above his head.

bakugou is a strong man, he wouldn’t have been a top hero if he wasn’t— he trained constantly and sparred often with his fellow heroes but he doesn’t resist when you grip his wrists in your free hand, releasing his hard cock from it’s restraints before it slaps against his well toned stomach.

milky precum leaks against his warm skin, while you prepare yourself to mount him. the pair of you let out a groan in unison as you sink down on the hero’s thick length— as if the tensions and stresses of the week have melted away just him being sheathed inside of you.

“mnnn, so fuckin’ tight baby, gonna need to fuck you open again…”

bakugou’s voice is low and gravelly from the early morning, just how you like as his hips roll up into yours— further pushing his fat cock into you. his tip barely grazes your cervix as you set the pace, lifting yourself up and down to bounce on your lover’s length.

the way you feel inside, your soft velvety walls and gushing pussy make him buck up into you with more fever, as his own symphony of moans and weightless gasps dance through your ears. “yeah? take this pussy katsuki…m-make it yours,” you sigh, grip on his wrists loosening to the point where you set him free. the blonde’s hands immediately move to grip your ass tightly— smirking at you lazily while the pads of his fingers sink into your flesh.

you look beautiful to him, bouncing on his cock and dripping all over his pelvis under the early morning sun, the way the gold lights up your hazy lust filled eyes.

the fire of desire burns brightly in the depths of katsuki’s stomach, love finds its way into each of his thrusts from then on— mind clouding with the desire to fill you up so good with his love as the leaking head of his thick girth drags against your walls, prodding at the spot that has you seeing stars. “that’s right yn baby…fuck that cock, fuck yeah baby,” he whispers brokenly to you, chest rising and falling desperately while sweat beads on his hairline. “love you, love you s’much...”

bakugou watches your gaze on him soften at his confession, the words he doesn’t say often but shows you everyday still hanging in the thick, warm air. “i love you katsu, p-please,” your erratic thrusts slow to somewhat of a passionate grind, two lovers pressed hotly against one another as the sounds of your moans twist with that of skin on skin.

knot in your stomach tightening, katsuki can feel your release creeping on you from the way you clench around him at every plunge deep inside your sweet hole. strong arms wrap around you, katsuki noticing how you shake from pleasure above him while he brings you down onto loving thrusts as if to draw you closer.

“gonna cum!”

your fiancé nods into your neck, rubbing smooth circles over your back as he pulls out of your heat completely and earns a needy whine from you. your hole spasms around nothing, right on the edge of release before bakugou forces his girth back into your accepting pushing. “cum for me angel, right on this cock,” he pants, holding you close while he rocks into you. “i've got you baby, let it all out…”

“mph, baku-! oh !”

hips stilling above his, you scratch and claw at any part of bakugou’s skin that you can— shaking as your release splashes against him, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head and white spots dancing across your vision. the tightness of your heat drives the pro right over the edge, hot ropes of thick cum painting your insides white as his release reaches your womb.

the pair of you lay still, catching your breath as you collapse forward on your lover’s chest. while your breathing slows, katsuki rubs warming circles into your back to help calm you down— only smiling softly when you look up at him with clear, affectionate eyes. “did so good for me yn, fuckin’ love it when you take my cock like that first thing in the morning,” his words are soft on his usually sharp tongue, bakugou smoothing a thumb over your cheek while using a forefinger to tilt your head up into a sweet kiss

“always and only for you, my love,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut at the simple gesture even after you pull away. “and if you keep cummin’ in me like that katsuki ‘m gonna end up pregnant one of these days…”

bakugou smirks, pressing smaller kisses all over your face to make you giggle. you smile and greedily accept each one, loving the these tender moments between yourself and your fiancé. “maybe that’s the fucking point, dumbass,” he quips, biting on your cheek after landing a kiss there. “trying to put a shitty little brat in you.”

despite the small bite to his words, a blush still manages to creep its way onto katsuki’s face as you lay your head down on his chest with a smack to his waist. the ash blonde means every word and you know it too, he can tell by the knowing smile and slight gleam in your eye.

you fall back asleep not long after bakugou cleans you up.

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy counting every mark and bite he’d left on you as he tenderly wiped between your thighs and massaged over your skin.

but he loved how cute you looked when curled up on his chest more, your hand clings to bakugou’s shoulder as if to check he’s still there even in your sleep— giving the hero ample opportunity to play with the ‘teddy bear’ bracelet thats cuffed to your wrist. you’d made it for one of your anniversaries; matching the ‘grizzly bear’ one on his own.

prying himself from your arms is no easy task for katsuki, your grip on him like an adorable iron vice or a child with a teddy bear. after setting himself free, the ash blonde with the crimson eyes heads down to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you— it was some what of a routine on your days off together, you always got the munchies after sex and bakugou knew just how to soothe your roaring appetite.

as he worked with the eggs and other breakfast ingredients, katsuki thought back to how much you praised him for his skills in the kitchen— he knew how much you loved his cooking and he would do anything to see you smile.

“god katsuki, i might have to start taking more days off it means i get to see my grizzly bear in the kitchen like this,” you hum from place leaning against the door frame.

your fiancé turns round to face you with a light smirk, glimmering eyes inviting you further into the room. the explosive pro holds the sizzling pan he’d taken off the stove high above your head as you cuddle into his side, breathing in his warm caramel scent.

katsuki clicks his tongue, staring down at you fondly. “tell that to the fucking villains who fuck up the city every other day, maybe then we’d have more time to relax.” he counters, pulling a sweet chuckle from your sweet lips.

“if we start handing out your cooking, they’ll probably start turning themselves in!” you tease your lover back, swiping a bit of the pancakes from the pan above your head. katsuki grumbles and pats your ass indulgently— the supple skin peaking out from under the shirt that’s found it’s way back over your form. it’s a silent scold for eating before he’s fixed you a plate of all your favourites.

as usual bakugou pulls out your chair at the table, pressing his lips to your hairline before putting your steaming plate in front of you. your mouth waters while katsuki takes his seat opposite you with rolling eyes as he watches you tuck in to your breakfast.

the entirety of your meal is filled with lingering gazes and hums of delight while you eat, almost as if you’re back on your first date ( bakugou spent half of the time watching you eat rather than doing so himself, but he just wanted to see if you liked the place ).

leaning over the table to wipe syrup from your chin, the blonde smirks— quiet words falling calmly from his lips. “what do you want to do today, sweetheart?”

the birds chirps lovingly outside of your window, dancing under the sunshine— they remind you of your early mentor and often patrol partner hawks, who you needed to remember to invite to dinner soon.

the weather is nice today and that gives you an idea. “let’s go out,” your eyes sparkle with a million dreams, each one bakugou wants to live out with you. “to the park with the roses, the pink ones where you—“

“where i proposed, got it,” katsuki smiles, the fond memory catching the tail end of his words. “i hear they introduced some new blooms too.”

you mirror his expression; stabbing your fork through a strawberry in the bowl of fresh fruit your lover had prepared for you. you hold the fork out to his lips and watch amusedly as he chomps the fruit from its place. “care to escort me, lover bear?”

“who else is going to? dumbass.”

“miss nightsky ! will ya sign my bag!”

“that’s a nice bag sweet one, you sure i can sign it?”

katsuki loves the way you are with kids, even though you’re a massive child yourself.

the pair of you decided to walk to the park; since the nice weather held up and it wasn’t too far from your private neighbourhood— even though it took a little longer to get there than expected.

not that either of you minded, but many curious fans stopped to talk and ask for pictures; some even asked for autographs which you happily gave them. while the mighty ground zero was slightly grumbly about it, he adored how kind and patient you were with everyone you met no matter how old they were.

his vermillion eyes, though brownish looking under golden light, sparkle as you ruffle the little kid’s hair and wave politely to their awaiting parents. bakugou wants to have kids with you one day.

it was something he hadn’t really thought about until recently, he knew it would be difficult, with both of you reaching the heights of your careers and the pair of you were still very private about your relationship as well, with word of your recent engagement already slipping into the tabloids.

there was no doubt that they’d speculate about your marriage too, no matter how private you kept it. keeping a child secret would be even harder.

and yet; the thought of you holding a baby…his baby would, on some nights lull him to sleep.

you squeal like a little girl when the ash blonde stops to buy you an ice cream from a van by the entrance of the park; he can’t stand how much you love mint chocolate chip but buys you a towering double scoop anyways. “how do you even eat that toothpastey shit?” bakugou grumbles, finishing off his orange popsicle as you walk into the flower garden.

“says the one who likes orange, you have no taste katsuki bakugou.” you chide but take his freehand nonetheless. the explosive pro’s thumb brushes over the back of your hand while you make your way through and he can’t help but pluck one of the pretty blooms from the bushes to tuck behind your ear.

you scold him for taking the flowers but your smile betrays you as katsuki dips you for a honeyed kiss on the lips.

he’s never one for PDA but this was your spot, here just last year bakugou had sunk to his knees in front of you with an expensive diamond ring you were eyeing months before ( you would never say anything but katsuki always picked up on these things ).

he would also never admit it, but his hand shook with every word that passed his lips and you were sure he had been crying harder than you were while he slipped a ring on your finger.

your secret kisses and tangled limbs hiding deep in the rose bushes are soon completely soaked by an onslaught of unexpected rain.

you shriek at the rain while katsuki grabs your hand, free arms thrown over your heads as you make a dash from the flower garden and head for the main streets in order to catch a bus.

the pair of you giggle as you stumble onto the vehicle, ringing out your drenched clothes and wiping at your wet faces as it heads home. bakugou pulls you into his arms, head resting atop yours to draw you closer— the heat from his quirk allows him to keep you warm and you get a load full of his sugary scent as well ( not that you mind ).

you stay like that on through the rustling traffic, cuddling like a cat to your heated fiancé but a tug on the bottom of bakugou’s wet shirt captures your attention. the pair of you look down to catch the innocent eyes belonging to a darling little girl. “u-uh h-hi mister gwound zewo!” the little one stumbles through her words and in the corner of your eyes you can spot the girl’s mother and give her a reassuring grin.

bakugou’s gaze softens at the curly haired girl and releases you to crouch down to her level despite the shaking bus. his hand still holds onto yours though.

he ruffles her hair with his free hand, making your heart warm— there was a side of katsuki the public never really got to see, where the hotheaded pro could be tender and quiet and often quite reserved.

the media got a kick out of playing on the ash blonde’s explosive nature but moments like this let the real bakugou shine through.

“hey there kiddo, whatcha’ got there?” katsuki mumbles delicatley, noticing the girl hiding something behind her back.

“tisswue! for my favouwite hewo!” the little one says, gingerly holding it out to the blonde’s wet face for him to use. bakugou taps his cheek and cleans closer to let the little girl wipe his face with a tiny chubby hand. they chatter for the rest of the ride home— the girl bashfully twirling her hair around her fingers as katsuki compliments her quirk.

leaning your head on katsuki’s soused shoulder while you walk home, you look up at him with an adoring expression, wondering what he’d be like with a little girl of your own. “that was quiet adorable mister ground zero, you stole my hear away!” you tease, kissing your linked hands.

“yeah? well don’t get used to it shitty woman.” he says through gritted teeth and marches you both through the rain to get you home but the blush on his face tells you otherwise. if you ever had a daughter, you could only imagine what he’d be like with her.

katsuki heads straight for the shower when you get in, leaving you to pick a movie and order takeout as you’d discussed on the way home.

it was a regular routine for you both on nights off; you always picked the movie because if you left it up to your fiancé you’d end up watching some boring documentary on all might or cooking ( he was a closeted nerd at heart ).

you settle on a cheesy romcom that you’ve seen about a hundred times because for one; it’s your favourite and two, you’ll never get tired of seeing bakugou cry towards the end of the movie.

“take out should be here in twenty!” you call to your lover, when he passes by you to enter your living room.

“got it, now go wash up before you catch a cold, stupid—“ the ends of katsuki’s words are cut off by your stream of giggles, bouncing off your cream coloured walls. your ash blonde fiancé has half a mind to curse you out for slapping his ass through his fresh set of sweat pants but rolls his eyes nonetheless.

he finishes pulling his tank top over his head while heading deeper into the room, not wanting to answer the door without one ( as much as your regular delivery driver would like that ).

while in the shower, you manage to scrub away stains of the rain and soreness from the day— washing over sweet love marks from katsuki with pride. a temporary reminder of his eternal love for you and you only.

there’s already a change of clothes waiting for you when you step out of the shower; one of his old shirts and a set of boxers that you slip into comfortably. your nostrils are filled with nothing but the alluring scent of burning sugar, the traces left by bakugou himself.

he’s already munching on a box of tempura by the time you’ve headed back downstairs, crimson eyes light up when they land on you and you make a dive for the couch— rolling into katsuki’s side. “did you tip the delivery driver?” you ask, watching as your fiancé dips a piece of the food into some sauce before he holds it up to your lips.

“damn right i did, i didn’t wanna though…they kept staring at my arms,” bakugou revels in the way you laugh around the piece of food he pushes into your mouth. you chew with a grateful smile, the look of amusement never leaving your pretty face. “whatcha laughin’ at dumbass?”

“i think you forget how much the public loves your arms, ground zero.”

as soon as you press play on the movie, time seems to fly away from you both— the air is filled with streams of laughter and moments where you swipe from one another’s plates, picking on one another fondly. somehow by the time the film reaches it’s climax the food has been devoured and you’ve ended up huddling into bakugou’s chest.

fingers laced with yours, bakugou twirls the diamond engagement ring you have on, around your finger, smiling at the precious reminder that you’re to be his forever and always. “where do you think we’ll be in the future?” you question quietly, nuzzling into your fiancé’s side.

“married, of course.” crimson eyes find yours in the dimly lit room, almost rolling annoyance as if your question is the dumbest thing in the world. in response, you lean up and squish the explosive pro’s cheeks together and beam up at him while he scowls at you.

“stupid, you know that’s not what i meant,” the words despite harsh, leave your lips dreamily and a contented expression crosses your face. “i see us with kids, in a house much bigger than this one and a backyard that stretches for miles and miles—“ your words die warmly in your throat, figuring that you’ve gotten slightly carried away with the fanticies you’ve made for yourself and katsuki.

in your mind, you can’t help but conjour up a litter of tiny bakugou’s running around a plush green garden— maybe a little dog too and your heart swells in your chest at the idea.

the hot head squeezes your hand, resurfacing you from your sea of thoughts. “you want kids? with me?” his voice is barely above a whisper, all of his vulnerabilities splayed out in the tone as he looks at you warmly.

“a whole family with you, as many as you want.”

suddenly, bakugou has you flipped onto your back and pinned underneath his muscular frame.

his warm breath fans across your face making your eyes fall heavy with adoration. “four.” the blonde grunts, swooping down to brush his lips gently across yours, not quite kissing you much to your dismay. “i want four of those snotty little gremlins with you, maybe have the fifth by accident and then we’ll get a big fucking house for them to destroy—“

“f-five kids katsu?” you gasp out your words at katsuki starts to press increasingly harsh kisses to your jawline, settling on your neck while he licks over bites he’d left earlier today.

bakugou murmurs something about ‘you said as many as i want’ before he’s growling at your hands that find their way into his blonde locks, tugging on them tightly as pleasure overwhelms your senses.

he hums against your sweet skin, finding his place between your legs at the same time as his thoughts take him away from you. he’d love to see you pregnant, so full of his love and his children.

the movie is long forgotten by now as lust settles in every corner of the room. hands push beneath your shirt, groping and massaging your breasts to pull all sorts of sounds from you.

bakugou forces a knee between your thighs, finally capturing your lips in a hungry and heated kiss— his tongue slips in your mouth after he pinches your thigh, fighting yours in a passionate dance for dominance. “gonna fuck a shitty little brat into you, yn,” katsuki almost whines as he pulls away from your inviting lips to press your foreheads together. you look gorgeous beneath him, flustered with swollen lips from each of your rough kisses and there’s no doubt in his mind you’re thinking the same about him. “gonna fill you up so good, gonna make pretty babies with you, hah?”

“ka-katsuki!” you can’t help but mewl at his breathless sinful words while you fist at his tank top. everything is hot, burning hot and you grind up into him with a newfound desperation, the friction against his hardening length sending your eyes rolling with ecstasy.. “we’re not even— mmm god, right there— we’re not even married yet!”

“gonna be at some point, why waste time fucking trying? not when i can cum in you and give you one right fucking now—“ bakugou moans heavily into your ear, diving back into a sloppy kiss as he fumbles around with the string of his sweatpants.

you’re whimpering out for him, pulling the blonde into a lustful trance while you make a move to kick off your underwear when the sound of shattering glass pierces through the bubble of horniness you’ve both created. “shit.”

you both freeze and your matching gazes drop to the floor; a rapidly growing stain of red wine spilling onto the carpet under the coffee table your take out was on.

the fluffy white rug had been a housewarming gift that katsuki begrudgingly accepted from your old school friend and fellow pro, izuku midoriya— so the sight of the now ruined rug makes you both burst out into harmonious laughter. you’re sure the number one wouldn’t mind. it’d make a great wedding story too.

you focus your eyes back on katsuki, cupping his face as that same love filled smile from earlier returns to your face. ”let’s start trying tomorrow, then?”

“tomorrow it is.” bakugou grins back, dotting your hairline with sweet pecks before cuddling into you.

baby making can wait for now, he supposes, for with another day off— he has all the time and all the love in the world to give to you.

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starksvixen · 3 years

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(LTI) Chapter 1: We Meet Again

Summary: An old alumni convinces you to return to UA. Your job? Train the next generation of heroes. But on your first day, old demons resurface.

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead) x Fem!Reader (Illusionaire)

Quirk: Telepathic Illusions, Memory and Conscious Manipulation

Warnings: Hard angst to fluff, death, traumatic past, happy ending

A/N: This is a short chapter compared to some of my other work so I apologize! The next chapter will be a lot better, pinkie swear.

You lean against the rubble as the sound of sirens and soft chatter breaks up the dusty air. The pounding in your head is persistent, the burn of leather against the calluses of your hands intensifying the aches.

"This isn't the last you'll see of me! I'll make sure of it!"

Glaring at the villain being hauled off into the back of a cop car, you shakily stand up and walk over to the group of heroes that aided you in the attack. Of course, Number One was there, his flames radiating off of him, your hood from your suit trapping the heat in your face. Hawks kept chatting his ear off, seemingly still full of energy. But one young man caught your eye. Green hair and a nervous smile, a power that reminded you of only one person.

All Might.

"I see you've met my protege, Midoriya,"

Turning around, you can't help the smile forming on your face. Even in his weakened state, the arms that quickly wrapped around you were still as strong.

"Long time no see, Toshinori," you say with a grin.

"Likewise. It's not easy to track down Illusionaire now is it?"

"Well, that makes sense since after she graduated UA she spent time in the mountains learning samurai-like skills to aid her in battle since her quirk isn't strong like All Might's or Endeavour's. That's how she's the fifth top hero and the new leader of Nighteye's agency." Midoriya mumbles to himself.

Both you and Toshinori stare at the young one in shock at his knowledge, you more than the retired pro. However, at the mention of Nighteye, your head bows low in grief, the spunk keeping your shoulders up causing them to drop dramatically. He walks away, embarrassed by his actions, choosing to talk to what looked like one of his classmates.

"It looks like the villain attacks are getting closer and closer to UA," you mumble as you slowly look up again.

"You're right. While our security systems are strong, one day they won't be able to protect our students."

"Well, thankfully most of the teachers are retired or active pros. They're in good hands."

"We could use the element of surprise. A pro hero in our walls that can hear dangerous thoughts before the acts happen."

You whip your hood off and look at All Might with wide eyes.

"You want me to work at UA?!"

He laughs hard at your reaction, his hand ghosting over his wound as he slowly calms down.

"Yes. You could help train the students. They need to be strong both mentally and physically on the field. We need you, (Y/N)."

A sigh tickles your lips as you look at the destruction around you. So many heroes who began teaching disappeared from the field, good ones too. Some that would have ended this battle before it even started. Plus, you had the agency to think about now. Sure you had many within its walls that could keep it running, but the pressure was still there as the leader. With a moral tug of war playing between your head and heart, a firm hand grasps your shoulder.

"You know, not all pros who choose to teach leave the field. I mean Ai-"

You tense up immediately, your jaw automatically clenching.

"Don't say his name..."

"Sorry, certain pro heroes protect the city at night and help with major battles while also teaching. You don't have to leave what you love."

Looking at young Midoriya, you knew you had already decided. The next generation of heroes needed you.

"When do I start?"

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Quietly perched hidden in the rafters of the training arena, you cock your head softly to one side as you listen to Class 1A begin to shuffle in.

"I remember meeting Ms. (L/N) on the battlefield before but she may have other tricks up her sleeve. I need to watch her closely, make sure to only use 5% so I can learn more about her fighting style."

"When will these extras shut up?! And where even is this teacher so I can kick her ass?! Not like she can beat the most powerful person in this stupid class?"

"I wonder if I should try that new cold soba place down the street..."

"Mr. Aizawa is not going to be happy if we continue to act like this in a new teacher's class. But how do I rally them?"

The name sends shivers up your spine, your head tilting more to one side as your jaw clenches tight. Slowly you push your head into a normal position, looking for the boy who claimed to be the strongest. As you see him enter the room, you tiptoe across the rafters until you stand directly above him.

Letting gravity take control, you drop from the rafters, landing on the top part of your feet to stay quiet. A cocky grin etches its way across the kid's face. But before he can make a sound, you lay your hand on his head, completely taking control of his brain.

He put up a good fight, that's for sure. However, it didn't take much push from you until his brain was like putty in your hands.

"So this is your strongest classmate?"

Everyone jumps up, a few students screaming out of fright including a certain purple shortie.

Looking towards the young man with red and white hair, you cock your head, prodding at his subconscious. His duel-coloured eyes glare into yours, mental walls being built just as fast as you take them down. With a smirk, you retreat.

"You show promise," you roll your neck as you lift your hand off the other boy, him falling to the ground a drooling mess.

"Um, Ms. (L/N)? Will he be okay?" a purple-haired young man asks.

"Besides a hurt ego? Yes, he will be,"

Pulling your hood off, you smirk at the rest of the class as their eyes go wide in shock.

"Illuminaire?!"

"Damn..."

Clenching your jaw at the familiar voice in your head, you quickly turn and glare at the raven-haired sensei.

"Don't forget who you're around and keep your thoughts to yourself."

He keeps his disinterested face as per usual, but you know if you went poking in Aizawa's head you would find nerves engulfing him.

"Don't forget, you're only a trainer. I'm the teacher here."

"Well, what a great job you're doing Aizawa! I could take your class down in seconds."

"You're a pro and they're still kids-"

"Kids training to be pros, Eraserhead!"

He swallows just a bit, shoving his hands into his pockets as he returns a disinterested stare to your glare.

"Now...if you'll excuse me, I have training to do. Go back to grading papers, teach."

A few ooos echoed throughout the crowd, a crimson glare of the kid you had under your control amongst them.

"Alright, class! The first lesson," you slowly pull out your katanas and roll your shoulders, slowly tilting your head to the side. "How to keep a telepath out."

#shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #eraserhead x reader #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #mha x reader

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adminbryantsaki · 4 years

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Congrats on the 50 followers! How about Aizawa for some headcanons? :)

Thank you! Of course. He's one of my personal favorites. These will be different than the Headcanons for my Alpha Werewolf version of him. I hope you enjoy everyone's favorite sleepy man.

50 followers event

TW: Breeding kink, bondage, cockwarming.

SFW:

v He is actually really nice and caring once you break through the tough guy barrier.

v When the two of you are alone. (Usually between classes and the both of your jobs) He will hold you close and give you affections that he wouldn’t want to show around the other teachers.

v He would cuddle you on the couch and run his fingers through your hair while the two of you watched a movie quietly while Eri and Hizashi sleep in other parts of the dorm you all share since the training camp incident.

v He would let you climb into his sleeping bag with him so he could keep you close while he slept. He told you that he sleeps better with someone close to him so that’s why he let you come into his sleeping bag.

v On his days off he would want to spend time with you. Even if its just the two of you cuddling while playing Nintendo games or just are quiet laying in the window seat while the two of you sleep. You would be passed out on his chest and he would lovingly watch you sleep. He wouldn’t move as he doesn’t want to disturb your sleep.

v He can actually cook. Just not that often.

v He would want to treat you to gifts that you wouldn’t expect. You would drag him to the mall to go ‘window shopping’. Little did you know he wanted to bring you here to see what you really liked since you were a hard person to shop for. He would watch you dart around the stores that had caught your interest and took note of the items that you really took interest in. Later he would come with Hizashi to buy them for you and surprise you with the gift.

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v This man has a bondage kink. He would be whispering in your ear about the things he would do to you after he tied you up. You would have to excuse yourself from the room to cool yourself off.

v Even though he might not show it now since he is a teacher with 20 students that he sees as his own kids, He really wants his own kids. He has a breeding kink and has told you on multiple occasions that when his class graduates, he will fill you with his seed over and over until you are pregnant.

v When he is working late at the school, he will invite you to come over to his office and keep him company while he grades papers. He will stand up to greet you while still in his hero uniform. You had come over from your internship at some other hero agency so you were still in your work outfit. He smiles and kisses you deeply. The two of you are alone. He sits back down and pulls you close to him. You begin to sit on his desk but he stops you and takes a break from looking at papers. His tired, dark eyes look up at your blushing form in your almost transparent blouse and tight-fitting skirt that made him bite his lip. The look in his eye and obvious boner made it clear that you were gonna cockwarm him while he finished grading the papers.

v He would be open to trying anything you wanted to. He wanted to make sure you would be safe as you explore what you do and don’t like. He would make sure you were nice and cared for after going at it a few rounds. He would make sure you’re hydrated by getting you a glass of water and making sure you drink. He would tell you how good you were while gently rubbing lazy circles on your back, stroking your hair, and kissing your forehead.

The next morning you would wake up and feel sore. Your legs feeling like jelly. He would already be up, making you coffee and breakfast. He would walk in with a plate of food and a cup of coffee made the way you liked it. He saw your beautiful form and smiled. He sets the food down and climbs into the bed next to you and kisses you. “Good morning, kitten.” He told you and you opened up your eyes to look at him. “How do you feel, love?” He asked as he reached over to get the coffee and hand it to you. “I’m sore. You were rough.” You told him honestly. He smiled. “You eat your breakfast then we’ll take a nice long bath, how does that sound?” He told you. You nodded and ate your food happily.

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princess-of-the-worlds · 4 years

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tldr: As of this October, it has officially been one year since I first watched Torchwood and started reading fics. Although I didn’t start writing my own fics until March 2020, I have written...like a lot of fics in the past seven months. But I wanted to celebrate my favorite fics by other people. So here is Part 1 of probably several eventual fic rec posts. These are what I consider fandom staples.

To The Sticking Place by zephyras13

The end justifies the means. Failure is not an option. There is always a choice, except when there isn't. These are the phrases Ianto Jones lives by and he refuses to allow anyone, even Captain Jack Harkness, to change that. Jack/Ianto, AU, Torchwood One Agent!Ianto.

(janto & others | complete | mature | 96K)

Nik: I legitimately cannot explain why I love this fic so much other than the fact it is so great! It was one of the first fics I read, and I still adore it. It follows canon so well while making you feel very range of the emotion spectrum. The author’s take on Ianto is so complexly-written but still feels true to the canonical Ianto. Literally one of the first fics I’d rec to anyone new to fandom. A must read.

only fools fall by transjackianto

“Oh my god,” he gasps out when his laughter has died down to softer chuckles, “I am so glad I stuck around to hear that. Thank you Jack, I needed to laugh today. Now if you’ll excuse me,” he pushes back from the table for the third time but Jack stops him again with a hand over his own. It is a softer touch than before and that unnerves Ianto more than anything.

He looks up, terrified he’s going to see some kind of earnest emotion on Jack’s face. When he finds Jack looking instead like he swallowed a handful of pins he relaxes. He’s not sure he could handle finding out Jack had some kind of ridiculous unrequited crush on him.

“I know,” Jack groans, dropping Ianto’s hand and letting his head thunk against where his arms are crossed on the table, “I want to punch myself just for saying it, but I mean it Ianto. I need you to be my boyfriend.”

Aka, Ianto just wants to make it through his summer as a newly single sixth form graduate and eagerly await the end when his ex comes back from her summer trip and they can reunite.

His ex-friend Jack Harkness throws a wrench into the works.

(janto, lisaianto, & others | complete | mature | 182K)

Nik: Okay, so I’m a tiny bit biased with this one considering that the author is my friend whom I adore and also one of my favorite people in this fandom. And I...also betaed this entire fic. But take it from me! It’s so, so well-written and the shift from enemies to lover is so perfect. There is angst, oh so much angst, but it is worth it. Plus, it’s incredibly hot! And I know the author has eventual plans for a sequel, although no promises when it’s coming. Another must read!

Halfway Back by Sholio (@sholiofic)

Team Torchwood run a sanctuary for magical creatures, and this time they've got a basilisk on their hands.

(gen | complete | teen | 13K)

Nik: Okay, so literally anything by Sholio is perfect. They have an incredible grasp of the team dynamic that still blows my mind, and their fics have topnotch Owen-Ianto interactions. But I chose this fic because the premise felt like almost nothing I’d read in this fandom before. Plus, there is still the requisite amount of Owen angst in this. (Also check out The Cartography of Feeling, which is another personal favorite.)

Conversational Japanese, Plus Frogs by james

Tosh and Ianto have been taken prisoner. They cope.

(janto | complete | teen | 6K)

Nik: One of the older, shorter recs on this list but still a classic. A fascinating in-depth character study of Ianto and Tosh and their friendship in confined quarters that also explores the trauma that follows some of Torchwood’s misadventures. I don’t think I can say much else besides urging you to read it!

Sharkreef (Or, Why Torchwood Was Set in Cardiff and Not the Bermuda Triangle) by queenfanfiction

There is the story of a team who tried to save Earth from aliens. This is not that story.

(janto & many, many others | complete | teen | 2K)

Nik: Look, I know that some will actually despise that I included this rec, but this fic is ICONIC. It’s cracky, yes. Cracky crack. Very crack. But it’s also legitimately one of the strangest/whackiest/what-the-fuck fics I’ve ever read. It always startles a genuine laugh out of me. It has all of our favorite tropes...coupled with some lobsters. (Sidenote: This reminds me of John Mulaney/SNL’s Diner Lobster sketch, which I also encourage you to watch.)

Insignificant Other by parachutewoman

Ianto is tasked with telling Rhys that his newly wedded wife has ditched him to go to London with Jack on a “very important mission”. Refusing to have his day ruined, Rhys drags Ianto along to the Six Nations final and the two ‘other halves’ try to make sense of their place in the world and their partners’ lives.

(janto & gwenrhys | complete | mature | 6K)

Nik: Ianto-Rhys friendship content is something that is severely lacking in this fandom, which is a damn shame. You can see from COE that Rhys seems to genuinely care about Jack and Ianto, which I presume is from post-Exit Wounds bonding with his wife’s coworkers. And I know that the audiobook Ghost Train has a lot of good Ianto-Rhys bonding, although I just haven’t had the time to listen to it yet. Either way, this fic, and the other fics by this author, are very well-written and beautiful. This one, set circa S2, has just the right amount of angst mixed in as well as you watched Ianto go from reluctantly accompanying Rhys to actually enjoying himself. I definitely enjoyed this fic.

Beast Inside by Flamingbluepanda (@flamingbluepanda)

"Argue with anything else, but don’t argue with your own nature.” - Phillip Pullman

Inside us all, there is an animal that expresses our soul. How would the world change were those animals outside?

(janto & others | complete | mature | 26K)

Nik: Admittedly, this one is also a bit biased because the author is my friend and I am their loyal occasional beta, but I started reading it before I met the author. Although daemons do come from His Dark Materials, they have become a sort of AU on their own, and thus, you do not need to have read HDM to read this excellent fic. I definitely have not. There is angst, there is fluff, there is canon compliance. And there is Dai. Dai, Rhys’s corgi daemon, is probably not the one you would expect to steal the show, but he stole my heart. (I mean, Navi and Emma, Jack’s bear daemon and Ianto’s terrier daemon, adorable respectively...but Dai!) Expect to fall in love with Dai by ths end of this fic!

To Let by Amand_r

Ianto Jones is a good housemate.

(janto & lisaianto | complete | not rated | 12K)

Nik: Now this fic is a little bit different from the rest because it is not only second person POV but is also outside POV, which makes it slightly odd to read at first. But I can assure you, it is most definitely worth it. Ianto’s unnamed housemate makes for an interesting perspective into Ianto’s personal and domestic life as well as exploring his relationship with Jack. His housemate, of course, doesn’t remain one-sided, with loss and love and life of his own, but you can tell that his bond with Ianto is genuine. This fic provides a nice break from the explicit canon while still exploring familiar events.

Your Job Knows What It Is by ShastaFirecracker

Torchwood Three, 2045. Bram Hudson's just been recruited by Jack Harkness, it's xir first day of work, and orientation is being handled by some old man named Jones.

(janto | complete | gen | 9K)

Nik: Okay, I lied. This fic is outsider POV as well, but Bram is so well-written and complex even from the short while we have with xem. As an alternate to the previous fic, this one provides great, interesting exploration into a future, slightly different Torchwood while also serving as a COE fix-it fic. Older Ianto is just as badass as when he was younger, and the insights into his relationship with Jack are sweet and will leave you craving more.

Worrisome Heart by thepsychicclam

It's 1922. Ianto accidentally stumbles upon a speakeasy owned by Captain Jack Harkness. When Ianto becomes a bartender, he quickly learns how dangerous everything around him truly is, and more importantly, how dangerous Jack is. But the longer he knows Jack, the more he doesn't care.

(janto | complete | explicit | 42K)

Nik: This fic, this series in fact, is one of the only complete Historical AUs I have found in this fandom. Set in 1922 New York, it features all our beloved characters as completely human and sans Torchwood and aliens, which - of course - means that they can feel a bit OOC at first. Still, as you read on through this fic and its three sequels, you will realize just how well adopted the events and characterization from canon are. If you going in thinking of this as original work rather than fic, it might help you adjust to the differences. Quite well-written!

Intersecting Geodesics by NancyBrown

Stuck in a time with a Jack who hasn't met him yet, all Ianto wants is a way home.

(janto & jackjohn | complete | mature | 37K)

Nik: There are numerous “Ianto gets sent into the future by the Rift or an artifact and meets past!Jack” fics existing in this fandom, but this is one of my favorites. For one, it’s written by the incomparable author who has many, many excellent fics that I like. (Their smut is seriously topnotch, especially for some of your kinkier tastes if said tastes exist.) The distanced younger Jack provides just the right amount of angst, and his eventual fall for Ianto is built-up just enough to work believably. The resolution is satisfying enough, and the author has a few other fics in this series to keep you going!

For Captain and Cardiff by blackhemlock

"At midnight, a nationwide security alert was sent out... Torchwood London, demands all agencies' cooperation in issuing an arrest warrant for Ianto Merric Jones, 24, of Cardiff."

Torchwood Three's Archivist has gone rogue. But, he does have a very good reason, and he looks stunning in his new suit.

(janto & tenjack | complete | gen | 42K)

Nik: Admittedly, I will often be picky in my fics featuring the Tenth Doctor because of how he mistreated Jack, but this fic features a true-to-canon portrayal of Ianto and the Doctor that I adore. It does well in building up your expectations of Ianto and the Doctor’s encountering and then subverting it. There is also good room for Jack-Ianto angst, which only adds to my enjoyment of the fic. I don’t necessarily know how to explain it, but this fic also feels sleek and modern despite its timey-wimey elements.

What Dreams May Come by AVAAntares (@avaantares)

It's bad enough that a plague of alien parasites have fallen through the rift and are preying on Cardiff's citizens. It's worse that someone from Jack's past has come from the future to confront him on Earth. But when Jack himself is taken by the rift, Ianto and Gwen are forced to rely on the most unlikely of allies to keep Torchwood running without him.

Stranded in another century on a distant planet, Jack has only one hope of returning to Earth. But time travel with the Doctor has never been an exact science, and when he returns to Cardiff, things are not at all as he expects to find them...

(janto | complete | teen | 88K)

Nik: Honestly, I think one of my favorite parts of this fic may be the inclusion of an OC, Jamiya Thane, AKA Jack’s mother. I’m just a sucker for fandom’s takes on Jack’s canonical family and past as Javic Thane from Boeshane, and this plays into it well. It’s endearing to watch Jack’s found family, especially Ianto, interact with his mother. Also included is a rather brilliant time-travel mystery that will tug at your heartstrings on many levels. Excellent soft Jack-Ianto content in chapters and a creepy use of a one-off Doctor Who creature.

Ghost Story by Mad_Maudlin

I called out. "Would you like to hear a ghost story?"

For a moment Jack didn't move, and I knew he'd recognized my voice. After a moment he said, flatly, "I don't believe in ghosts."

"It's a complicated story," I admitted, and pulled the watch from my pocket by the chain. "And it starts with 'Long ago and far away.'"

(janto | complete | teen | 70K)

Nik: This fic! I passed this fic many times on my search for new fics to read, and the summary always threw me a bit, but when I decided to take a chance on it, I realized what I’d been missing out on. There’s so many fics in this fandom, and on this list, that take familiar tropes but twist them into something new, just like this fic. Without giving too much away, I can say that this fic features Time Lords, pocket watches, shifting POVs, and a COE fix-it, all packed with a brow-raising plot twist. It’s enough to make me forgive the first person POV, which I can usually not stand but actually works quite well for this fic! A fic worth reading at least once, if not many times. It feels so utterly unique!

Time Tracks by Cyborgtamaki (@cyborgtamaki) and thirteeninafez (@thirteeninafez)

It took him a second to realise what had happened; what had felt like hours while travelling through the rift shrunk itself in his head to a mere instant of searing gold. That’s when the flicker of the fire in front of him finally registered through his confused daze. In his haste to get away from the flames around him, he slipped and fell, scrambling back until he was a safe distance away from the smoke and the heat. It was only then that he took notice of the voices behind him. He turned towards the noise of a deep, northern voice spluttering and saying, confused and almost angry: “Who the hell are you?” The man rolled over onto his knees and stood up, looking around like he’d never seen a street before. “Jones.” He sounded uncertain but then spoke again with more confidence. “Ianto Jones.”

(janto & ninerose | complete | teen | 174K)

Nik: There’s many “Ianto travels with the Ninth Doctor and Rose” fics in this fandom, but this one is the longest, most recent, and one of the most excellent that I’ve read. The authors have written in-depth chapters of the Doctor Who Season 1 episodes we already know and adore as well as adding their own unique “episodes,” all of which are deeply enjoyable. There is excellent character interactions, specifically a wonderful Rose-Ianto friendship, and so much soft Jack-Ianto. The authors have, personally, promised several more installments coming by the end of the year or later, and they are sure to be worth the wait!

Club Wales by pocky_slash

In the wake of Jack's disappearance, Gwen finds comfort in a new friendship with Ianto. Gossip, bonding, and other hijinks of understanding ensue.

(gwenrhys & janto | complete | teen | 19K)

Nik: This author is single-handedly a Gwen-Ianto dynamic icon. Their grasp on Gwen and Ianto’s respective characterization is brilliant, and their friendship in this fic, and any fic the author writes, is well-fleshed out and believable enough for the moments we only really see on-screen briefly in the show. This fic, and overall series, serves as a compelling insight into how the team originally views Jack and how Gwen and Ianto grow closer. Gwen truly was one of Ianto’s big sister figures, which is excellently reflected in this fic. A must read!

Just this once by Beleriandings (@ultraviolet-eucatastrophe)

(Everybody lives.)

(Or: when a certain Doctor arrives to save Owen Harper from a stricken nuclear power station, it begins a chain of events that will lead Torchwood Three down a very different path. From time locks and telepathy to tea and coffee, high-speed chases to unresolved sibling issues, their new lives (and new and old loves) may be different, but their bonds of friendship and family grow stronger every day. But when every child on earth starts speaking with one voice, the team are torn apart again as they’re forced to fight for their lives, and to confront monsters they’d thought they’d left behind in the past. But with all of them working together – along with some allies they’ve made along the way – Torchwood Three will stop at nothing to save their friends and set the world to rights. The consequences will ripple out across the universe and into the distant future. But they have to start somewhere, and the present is as good a place as any.)

(janto & others | complete | teen | 239K)

Nik: Many fics are post-Exit Wounds and COE fix-its, at the same time, but dare I say that this one is the best? (Or one of the best at least.) The Tenth Doctor receives his own iconic “Everybody lives” moment, but that is only where this fic BEGINS. This beautiful monster, which I mean in the very best sense considering its length, traverses Exit Wounds, COE, and slightly Miracle Day and gives everyone a happy ending. In addition, the author, another friend of mine, I’ll be honest, manages to redeem and humanize Gray in a way I didn’t think possible, but I actually found myself liking him. This is definitely a must, must read, especially if you’re new to the fandom or just finished having your heart thrown out.

The Stars Might Stick You Where You Stand by methylethyl

Following the fall of Torchwood One, Jack Harkness went to ask Torchwood Three for a job. He didn’t expect to fall a little bit in love with its director, the practical and ever-calm Ianto Jones. He also probably didn’t expect that Ianto Jones would end up holding the answers to his most precious secret.

(janto | complete | explicit | 20K)

Nik: I’ll be honestly - I’m a sucker for role reversal AUs in any fandom, and this is one fic I see rarely mentioned or recced, which I think is a damn shame. It is definitely in my top five fics; I adore it so much. Jack is cast in the role of Ianto, gunning for a job at Torchwood Three after the fall of Canary Wharf. His “Lisa” is his desperate, life-long search for his brother Gray who was taken by Torchwood when they were both children. Ianto is, obviously, the immortal director of Torchwood Three, but what makes him even more compelling is the lack of direct reference to his AU past. We don’t know who this Ianto Jones was before he, like Jack, arrived in Cardiff in the 1800s, newly-immortal and ensnared into working for Torchwood. Instead, this fic, and series, focuses on a stretch of episodes from Season 1 intermingled with elements from Season 2, as well as subverting the expected team relationships. Jack and Ianto are believably different but still realistic in their characterization, and look, I adore this AU, which I’ve already said. A personal favorite and must read!

Cling to the Ways of My Name by engagemythrusters ( @iianto-jones)

If Ianto Jones thought his legacy would die out with him in Thames House, he was dead wrong.

(janto & gwenrhys | complete | teen | 37K)

Nik: Hopefully, you’ve already read this fic by now. If not, may I dare ask what you’ve been doing with your life? This is one of my favorite fics of all-time in this fandom, as well as my favorite kidfic ever. It’s so well-written and just so damn unique. I cannot capture in words what makes it so special, although I will try. Ioan Jones is the sweetest janto baby ever, and I love him with all my heart. Jack’s adventures raising Ioan are just so endearing, and later installments, which feature Ianto, serve to satisfy the domestic Jack-Ianto as parents craving you might not even have known you had. There’s just so many little details about this fic I love, including but not limited to - Jack’s found family in the Joneses, Ioan-Anwen friendship, and Ioan loving blue. A definite must read fic to give you the serotonin you need.

Waking Gods by toldthestars

Why are Ianto's dreams coming true? What's in the box with the symbol on it? Oh, and while we're at it, what's the meaning of the life?

(janto | complete | not rated | 7K)

Nik: This fic is another one with a completely unique premise in this fandom. In fact, there is only one other fic I’ve read that even gives me similar “vibes” for this fic. Here, Ianto suddenly finds himself gaining powerful, unexplainable abilities, essentially becoming a god, and oh my, this is excellent. Ianto is just trying to do good in the world, and the team’s growing fear and distrust of him and his power really sucker-punches you straight in the heart. It’s all so beautifully-written, with powerful imagery that left me awe-struck. The janto angst is oh-so-excellent. Reading this fic for the first time is an experience that I don’t believe can be replicated.

fool me once, fool me twice by princessoftheworlds (aka me)

When, after the events at the House of the Dead, the Rift spits Ianto out on an alien planet a thousand years later, so begins a goose chase that will take him across the universe and across time until he finds Jack again.

(janto & others | complete | explicit | 52K)

Nik: What kind of fic writer would I be if I created a list of fic recs for Torchwood and did not include one of my own? I consider this fic my masterpiece. The House of the Dead!Ianto get sucked through the Rift and spat out across time and space, turned into another fixed point, as he begins his search for Jack. I don’t know if I can say much else without it sounding like bragging, but it features - in no particular order - a happy ending for one, Ianto getting some badass adventures of his own, a sorta redemption arc for John Hart, numerous references to Big Finish, and too many spinoffs with more to come! Give it a shot, why don’t you?

#torchwood #torchwood fic recs #janto #jack harkness #ianto jones #gwen cooper #toshiko sato #owen harper #nik's fic recs #nik's torchwood fic recs #i'll figure out an actual tag later tbh #i wrote this all out in three hours #so i spent TIME on it #hope this doesn't flop lmao cause i could have and should have been studying #three upcoming midterms #and now i'm rambling

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imaginekhaos · 5 years

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Look Me in the Eyes

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Pairing: Deku x Reader

Warings: unprotected sex, coercion, semi-public sex, dirty talking

Word Count: 3,911

This is my first time writing a fan fiction for BNHA and I’m really nervous. Any feedback is welcomed and I hope you enjoy.

This is also really unedited so I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors.

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Izuku Midoriya was many things. He was smart, determined and very kind. A flirt, however, he was not. You had developed a crush on Midoriya sometime around sophomore year, a few months into transferring to U.A. after your family's big move to Japan. It had started out harmless, a school girl crush with the intent of staying that way. You should have known better the second you met the girls of class 1-A and their giggling ways. Things took a deeper turn one night when you were all hanging out in Momo’s room, laughing, gossiping, and eating way too much junk food for your own good. The topic had naturally ended up on boys, specifically those in class 1-A. One thing lead to another and you eventually confessed your tiny crush on a certain green haired hero-to-be. Oh how you wish it had stopped there that night, but getting a group of girls together always ends up eventful.

“So,” Mina started mischievously from beside you, “who do you think is the most… endowed… of all the boys?”

The question caused many mouths to fall open at the abruptness but pretty soon thoughtful faces coated the entire room.

Mina continued, “I wouldn’t be too surprised if it were Kiri. He’s polite, manly and cute, so if he had a big dick it would just complete the package. No pun intended.”

Laughs rang out along with a few agreements from the other girls. Eyes trailed to your form sitting next to Mina, waiting for you to spill your thoughts. Heat engulfed your face, never expecting to have to answer this question.

“What about you, [Y/N]? Any particular green-haired, freckle-faced person come to mind?” Jiro teased.

“I-I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it before. Seems kinda r-rude, doesn’t it?” Stuttering your way through an explanation, hoping to diffuse the situation and detract attention from yourself.

Jiro rolled her eyes at your lame answer. Uraraka then chose to speak up in a voice barely above a whisper, “I bet he’s big… “ The blush on her cheeks was so dark that is was only outmatched by the one across your cheeks due to the thoughts that were running through your head. The rest of the night was spent laughing and spilling more secrets. It brought you all much closer as not only friends but as a new class of heroes.

Though the night went on as a festive blur, one remark in particular kept repeating in your head the next few days. Thoughts of hard muscle juxtaposed with soft skin and tufts of green hair. Thoughts of hot sweaty bodies intimately colliding. It was all too much! But, it was all in your head. No one knew the kind of lewd scenarios playing out in your mind. Especially Izuku. So, since he wasn’t much of a flirt, you weren’t surprised when he never noticed how bright your cheeks burned when his friendly touches lingered a little longer or how his eyes managed to make you feel so exposed when he studied you during training. Even if he had noticed he had been kind enough not to say something, no matter how bad you sometimes wished he would.

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The last two years of high school went along without much of a hitch. As a class, you helped dismantle any trouble you came across and under the guidance of professional heros, you all managed to blossom into a promising new generation of heros. But with graduation comes separation. Many of the class broke off to find the region where they would be most helpful. Asui managed to snag a perfect placement on the coast, assisting in storm and water rescue while other students like Kaminari and Iida found agencies that had them doing all kinds of hero work. Even though you never left the area after graduation, you still found the perfect agency for you. It was small in comparison to some of the more well known ones, but they often assisted other agencies when short staffed or needed specialized help, so you couldn’t complain. Plus, all the other heroes were nice and very helpful when it came to learning on the job. It wasn’t until two years into the new job that the first real problem arose.

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Slamming your fist on your desk you let out an aggravated groan. Tonight was a bust. There had been a new villain terrorizing the area around your agency for a few weeks now. They were strong, fast and impossibly hard to capture, always managing to escape their bonds before the could be truly apprehended. It made you so damn mad and made you feel like an awful hero because you couldn’t capture a single villain. You run your hands across your face and through your hair before rubbing your tired eyes. It had been too long since you had any quality sleep and it was starting to take its toll on you. With a sigh, you decided that the best course of action would be to call for some assistance. You got in contact with a local agency who agreed to send someone to help you with the problem. Thanking them, a huge weight felt lifted off your shoulders knowing that the villain would be caught within the week and you'll finally get some much needed rest.

The next day went forward rather uneventful until the evening. The extra hero was supposed to arrive early in the day for introductions and debriefing, but they had yet to show. Deep frown lines and worried creases overtook your normally cheery face. Why weren’t they here yet? Did they forget? What if they got caught by the villain, got dragged back to their layer and is currently being subjected to foregin tourture methods and no one knows where they are and- A very familiar head of green hair entered your field of vision, successfully ending the panicked mental ramblings. You had to take a second look. Surely they didn’t send him, he was much too busy to help with something this small.

Then your eyes met enrapturing green ones. They were the kind of green that spoke of lush growth in the wake of a forest fire. They were determined, fresh and held a new sense of warning that read: “I have power. I have authority. I will not start a fight, but I will end one” His eyes scanned the agency, noting every face, name and exit strategy he could retain before his eyes were caught on you. I bright smile spread across freckled cheeks, the glint in his eye gone and replaced with pure sugar. His steps quickened in your direction. Your feet were frozen as juvenile feelings came rushing back as fast as your heart was beating.

Before you knew it, strong arms embraced you, snapping you out of your haze as you gently returned the hug. There were so many questions you wanted to ask, but your tongue was tied in a knot, filling your mouth and preventing any word from escaping.

“[Y/N]! I can’t believe it! It has been so long. How are you?” He spoke in a chipper voice, much too chipper for the feeling running through your body.

“D-Deku…?” you replied

“Yeah! Don’t tell me you already forgot about me, we were so close in school.”

“N-No I didn’t forget, I’m just surprised is all. I didn’t expect them to send their favorite hero to help out down here. Especially considering how low-profile this villain is.” you explained.

His cheeks warmed up at your statement. He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes cast downwards. “Well, I actually volunteered to come help. I saw the request form and your name on it and thought I would lend a hand. I hope that is alright?”

It was your turn to blush as his statement registered in your mind. “Y-Yeah! That’s fine, we need all the help we can get and who better to help us than the future number one?”

His hand retreated into his front pocket, eyes turning slightly cold almost as if you had offended him by bringing up the topic of being the number one hero. He gave a slightly strained smile. “Well I’m here. What can I do to help?”

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Both your lungs and legs burned as you ran after the villain you had been chasing for weeks. It was finally going to happen, you were going to catch him! Bursting through the warehouse doors the villain had just ran through, your eyes scanned the room for signs of movement. Your heart stopped as you realized there were none. Carefully examining the cargo garage once more, slower as you walked around checking every corner, you found it empty. Heavy footsteps followed after you. Izuku caught up to you, panting from the exertion of chasing the villain. He took a look around the space himself, noticing it was empty.

“[Y/N], how did they get away? What happened? Are you okay?”

A low growl escaped your throat, aggravation flowing hotly through your veins. He had escaped. Again! Think, think, think! Where could he have gone? Was it his quirk that helped him escape so many times?

“[Y/N]! What’re you doing? Aren’t you going to go after him?”

Those eyes. You could still feel their effect on you from earlier and it only intensified because you could feel them on you now.. He just had such an intense way of logging your every move. Don’t get it wrong, it was exactly this kind of awareness that would make him such a successful hero one day, but it made chills run up your spine when you would catch those orbs focused on you. They ensured that any shred of focus you had on the case was dissolved. You weren’t a school-girl anymore, so why were you acting like one? Getting distracted in the middle of a chase was a rookie move and you would be kicking yourself over it for days.

Eye twitching, you whip around to face Deku. “Will you stop asking so many questions? He just escaped like he does every time! I am trying to figure out a plan and I can’t think when you’re looking at me, much less speaking! You are just too distracting and don’t need to be thinking about what you’re making me and my body feel when I’m trying to work!” Huffing, it takes a second for your outburst to register. The angry heat flowing through you immediately turned to cold as all the blood runs from your face.

Those damned green eyes bore into yours with a fire almost as hot as the blush painted across his freckled cheeks. Desire rolled off of Deku in seering waves and you could almost feel it. He took a step forward, breaking you out of your haze. Immediately you began to stutter an excuse for your outburst, “D-deku… I didn’t mean to say that. It was an accident. You weren’t ever supposed to find out!”

He took another step forward and cocked his head to the side, that cold look from earlier clouded his face making him look like a completely different person. “Keeping secrets isn’t any fun, [Y/N]. It isn’t good manners and it hurts people's feelings.” He pouted slightly, “Is that what you wanted? Hm? To hurt my feelings?”

Quickly you shake your head, but still take a step away from him as he continued to walk your direction. “No! I just… I just didn’t want you to know.”

Another step forward. Another step back. “Want me to know what? About your crush on me since high school? Bunny, I already knew. You’re a very bad liar.” Gone was the sweet and caring Izuku you thought you knew. And gone was your escape route you realized as your back hit the cool metal walls of the warehouse. “And not only are you a bad liar, your body is too. I still remember that cute little blush on your face when I would touch you, much like the blush you have now.”

His chest pressed lightly against yours, hot and electrifying. Your body slightly trembled but you weren’t sure if it was from anticipation or from shame of loving his attention. His hands came to rest on the wall by your head, successfully enclosing you two together so all you could focus on was him.

The steady ring of his phone snapped your attention away. Not breaking his eye contact with your face, he grabbed his phone and answered it. After a few nods and yes’s and a few moments of you squirming under his gaze, he hung up and put his phone away.

“They caught him.”

Shock overtook your features, momentarily forgetting the previous predicament. “What? How did they get him? He escaped!”

A smirk crawled onto Midoriya’s lips. “I had a hunch that his quirk dealt with teleportation, specifically short range considering he never leaves this area of Japan. If I were trying to escape, I would lead my enemies to the lowest floor of a building and then teleport to the top, giving me ample time to escape in any direction without leaving a clue. Since most quirks have a drawback, I made a guess that a teleportation quirk would have a cooldown time, limiting the amount of times you could teleport. I then let the local authorities know. They did the rest.”

He seemed so proud of himself. Smug in the fact that he was right. What happened to the sweet and bashful Deku you knew, and what was with that look in his eyes? His scarred hand came up to push your [Y/H/C] locks behind your ears, drawing your attention back to him. His fingers trailed across your cheek bone, down to your jaw before squeezing both cheeks between his fingers making you look at him.

“Now, where were we, bunny? I think you were about to tell me about how you want me to touch you. Right?”

Speaking was difficult with the way he was squishing your cheeks, “I-I don’t think this is a g-good idea. Let’s just go h-home for the night.”

He sighed, a small amount of disappointment flashing across his face. “Oh honey, that’s not what I wanted to hear. Don’t you want me to touch you?” He leaned forward, lips touching the sensitive shell of you ear, “I know you’ve thought about me doing… things… to you before. I can read it on your pretty little face.”

“T-That was a long time ago. H-How are you so sure I still like you?”

A deep chuckle, “I know you still like me because you’ve been distracted since I walked in the door at your agency. Your thighs have been clenching on and off for hours and you can barely look me in the eyes. Do you need me to go on?” by the end of his explanation Deku’s lips were grazing yours. Half-lidded eyes stared at his mouth, focused on its movements.

With a sudden rush of courage, you pressed your trembling lips to his. Mouths moved together in sync. They molded together like two halves of a whole, sliding and caressing each other in a steamy dance. The tip of his tongue ran across the bottom of your lip as an invitation you gladly accepted. Your tongue gilded against his equally as eager one for a moment before you both broke away for air. A string of saliva connected your lips to his. He pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily into your space just as you were breathing in his.

“Bunny, you know I can’t let you leave here without giving you what you want. Legs up.”

You followed his demand, jumping to wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he pressed you against the wall. His strong hands grasped your upper thighs just under the swell of your ass. He let out a breathy groan as he squeezed your plush legs, obviously aroused by their softness and their strength. Doing a balancing act, he propped you up on the wall with one arm and his knee just long enough to flip your skirt up and move your panties to the side.

As his fingers grazed your hot core, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp. His touch was electrifying. It had been too long since someone had touched you like this and every brush and every touch causes your body to react, pussy clenching in anticipation. Your underwear were unbelievably wet considering how little Deku had actually touched you. Noticing this, a sweet smile spread across Deku’s face reaching all the way to his eyes causing them to crinkle at the corners. It was such a strange expression compared to the lust raging in his eyes. He looked pleased with your reaction and for some reason you felt happy that you could please him.

Suddenly you felt something large and hot rub against your lower lips. Looking down for a brief moment, your eyes widened from the sight. A thick and veiny cock slowly rocked along your glistening folds. When had he even gotten rid of his pants? He was much larger than you had originally assumed, but not comically massive the way most people would assume. The throbbing and prominent veins created a beautiful pathway to the tuft of green hair growing at the base and trailing upwards, disappearing under the top of his hero costume.

Deku chuckled, finding humor in the way you were staring at it and how you were analyzing every inch. His hips still rocked slowly against yours, gently nudging your clit. Just that small amount of friction caused your breath to hitch in your throat and before you knew it, you were already panting. His hand came up to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb traced gently across your bottom lip and your tongue darted out to capture it in your mouth. Deku hissed lightly through his teeth at the way you softly sucked and nibbled on his digit, your eyes half-lidded with ecstasy. Pressing his forehead against yours he spoke, slightly strained from having held back, “Are you ready, love? I can’t wait any longer. You’ll let me fuck you, right? Oh baby, I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Yore core clenched at his words, soundlessly nodding your head, releasing his thumb. “Please…” You sounded so desperate, so needy. This was a new feeling for you, arousal in its most primal form. All you knew was that you didn’t want him to stop no matter how exposed you both were and no matter how needy you sounded. In this moment, you’d let him do anything to you.

With your confirmation, he slowly began pushing his length into you. A groan left both of your lips at the same time. Inch after inch disappeared inside you and with every movement of his hips came a sound of pleasure from your lips. By the time his pelvis met yours, you were both covered in a thin layer of sweat. HIs from effort and restraint, yours from the heat of arousal.

“Fuuuck… You’re so tight, bunny. So tight for me… I have to move, love. You’re driving me mad…” His hips then withdrew from yours in a smooth and slow motion before pushing back into you a little faster than before.

“I-Izuku!” You called out, voice echoing through the empty warehouse.

“That’s right, moan my name, baby!”

He began to pick up speed, using your position against the wall to push you up and then drop you back down on his cock. He felt so big inside you, filling you up and making sure to hit all the right spots even ones you didn’t know existed. You felt you eyes begin to roll back as he kept pistoning in and out of you at a brutal pace. Hands quickly found the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling on the green strands. It was all too much for you to handle and you could already feel the knot inside you tightening. Moans after moans were spilling from your mouth, almost incoherent in your lust-filled daze.

Deku could feel you getting tighter as he pounded into your sopping cunt. Your juices coated his cock along with your thighs. He’d never had anyone so aroused by him and he loved every second of it. Sweat dripped off of his brow and ran down his neck before disappearing behind the collar of his shirt. Your arms slipped from his neck and gripped his shoulders hard, nails leaving red crescents on his pale skin even through the fabric of his costume. The knot in your abdomen tightened even more as he rested his head on your shoulder and moaned deeply into your neck. His lips sloppily placed kisses up and down the column of your throat, tongue flicking out to taste your skin. It wasn’t long before his kisses turned to nibbles which turned to bites hard enough to leave bruises. But you weren’t complaining, if anything it only made you more turned on. Your hands threaded through his hair once more as you could feel yourself getting closer. You knew he was getting there too due to how sloppy his thrusts were becoming. He quickly looked up at you.

“You better look me in the eyes when you cum, okay? I want to see just how I make you feel. Show me that pretty face, love.”

You made eye contact with him. It was deep and sensual and way too intimate for you to handle in your current state. You remember how you felt every time you caught his eyes on you in class or training. You remember how they made you feel so exposed to him, and now that you really were exposed, it was like he could see your every want and need and he was determined to be the one to fulfill them. After a few more thrusts of his hips you could feel yourself unraveling. Stars danced in the corners of your vision as you reached your climax, body jerking against his and cunt quivering. He could feel your walls squeezing him, milking his cock and begging for his seed. Just as you were beginning to come down from your high, Deku’s hips stuttered. His hot cum painted your walls as he cursed deeply, filling you to the brim and then some.

Both of you were breathing heavily, still connected and embracing as the euphoric sensation stopped buzzing through your veins. His eyes were still searching yours, glazed over with want. Slowly he slid his softening member from your core and sat you down on your feet. You felt sore but so satisfied. Your thighs quaked from having to support your own weight again and small rivulets of mixed juices ran from your pussy and coated your thighs. You were truly exhausted.

Deku got himself dressed and situated before helping you get everything straightened out. He pulled you to his chest, lips pressing into your forehead quickly before he spoke.

“Let’s get you home, bunny. My place isn’t far from here.”

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As you left the next morning after a shower and homemade breakfast, along with a promise for a real date soon, you sent a text you Uraraka with a simple message: You were right.

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A PR Scandal (A Todomomo One-Shot)

Todoroki’s lack of media training is amusing until Yaoyorozu gets dragged into his latest scandal. Inspired by his strugglefest in Chapter 241.

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Answer within five seconds. Don’t overthink your answers. Be relatable, they said. If it’s specific to the police investigation, just say it’s confidential. He must look prepared and assertive to the public.

That’s what Todoroki recalls, minutes after he single-handedly defeated two Nomus. He was ready to fall apart, covered head to toe in debris, a slash across his chest, and a broken left rib. But here he stands, in front of a heavy camera and a news reporter jabbing the mic in his face.

Despite his exhaustion, Todoroki thought he had it under control. The questions were straightforward and fulfilled his criteria for minimal thinking.

“How did you defeat the Nomus all by yourself?”

“Ice and fire.”

“You haven’t even graduated U.A. but rumor has it that you’ll qualify for the Billboard Rankings next month! How did you get so strong so fast?”

“I train every day, study hard for exams, then maintain a healthy balance of quality friendship time versus solitude.”

“How are you treating yourself after this big win?”

“Soba.”

Easy, just as it should be. He was on auto-pilot, even as the reporter entered into her so-called rapid fire stage. Just say whatever comes to mind first and it’ll be over soon.

Until it backfires.

“Now Shoto, you have a very large female fan base crushing on you everyday. Do you have a special girl in your life?”

“‘Special girl?’” Todoroki blinks. They didn’t teach him this at the agency.

“You know, any pretty girls at school?”

“Like Yaoyorozu?”

———-

In the common area, Class A’s mood flips from their obnoxious cackling to a deathly silence. The spark being their Vice President’s name slipping out of Todoroki’s lips. And Yaoyorozu herself? Choking on her tea, its calming effects rendered useless with the latest revelation.

“M-M-Me?” Yaoyorozu stutters, eyes wide in shock.

It was a class ritual to watch Todoroki’s interviews because he always said funny, weird shit. But today? They didn’t know if it was a reckoning or the best thing that ever happened.

“What the fuck...” Jiroh gasps.

“So the shit show begins...” Tokoyami sighs.

“It’s only downhill from here for Todoroki-chan,” Tsu comments. “He was doing so good ‘til now.”

“Ohh is this a secret crush? A girlfriend?”

“‘Girlfriend?’” Todoroki repeats, confused.

“AHHH SO CUTE! THIS JUST IN FOLKS: ENDEAVOR’S SON CONFIRMS HIS SECRET RELATIONSHIP!”

“How do I have-”

“Now, tell us all about your new girlfriend Yaoyorozu!”

“Uh-confidential?”

On the screen, a sidekick drags Todoroki away, who is in disbelief at the turning tides. Midoriya turns the TV off, too aware of Yaoyorozu squirming next to him on the couch. He stands up, wavering his hands to the group.

“Hey guys, lets keep in mind that this is not Yaoyo-”

No one listens.

“TODOROKI IS IN LOVE WITH YAOMOMO!” Kirishima declares.

“I KNEW IT HALFIE HAS HORMONES!”

“GREATEST INTERVIEW EVER!”

“Intraclass relationships, oh how do I manage this as your President?!”

“I’m not dating him, Iida-san!”

“Guys, it’s all over the news!” Hagakure squeals, scrolling on her phone.

Yaoyoruzu opens her phone’s News app, horrified at the flood of Todoroki’s face on her feed.

“Endeavor’s Son Reveals Secret Girlfriend!”

“Icy Hot Hero’s Steamy Love Affair!”

“Shoto Breaks Our Hearts, Announces New Girlfriend Yaoyorozu!”

“Guess I’m not the only one staring at your boobs,” Mineta jeers, drooling in Yaoyorozu’s direction.

“Todoroki-san isn’t like that!” Yaoyorozu exclaims, crossing her arm to shield her chest.

“He legit admitted he’s got the hots for you, Yaomomo,” Sero cackles.

“I bet there’s a lotta wild thoughts within that dense skull,” Denki hollers, earning a punch from Jiroh.

“Give Yaoyorozu a break. We know Todoroki,” Midoriya tries to calm the situation. “He probably just said the first girl that came to mind.”

“That’s why it’s hilarious! First in mind, first in heart!”

“I thought he swung the other side,” Tokoyami shrugs, nudging at Kirishima and Bakugo.

“WHACHA TRYNA IMPLY, CHICKEN BOY?!”

Midoriya catches Yaoyorozu stand up abruptly from the couch, then run away from the common area. Hearing a door slam shut upstairs, he sighs.

Honestly, he would have done the same too.

——

He had been caught off guard.

They told him not to mention his private life for this reason. Now he was dealing with the pitfalls, his own words manipulated against him.

Todoroki doesn’t know how to escape this mess. Except, well, by actually escaping the interview and jumping back to his dorm. Nor does his father screaming through the phone make it any better.

“SHOTO! WHY AM I LEARNING ABOUT YOUR GIRLFRIEND ON TV?!”

“Look-”

“Who is this girl? Why haven’t I met her? What’s her class ranking? How compatible is her Quirk with yours? Who did she intern under? I need references. And how the fuck does she put up with your dumbass-”

Todoroki hangs up the phone, U.A. now in sight. He makes his final descent from his ice, then deactivates his Quirk on his dorm’s rooftop.

His classmates definitely watched that interview. The fact that he could hear yelling, alongside his own name, confirms so. Todoroki never understood why they found his interviews amusing, but today proved them right. He rather go straight to his room than deal with the mass interrogation awaiting him.

“Come on, that fool will never ask Yaomomo out! All he cares is trolling his pops!”

“Todoroki’s too dense to know what feelings are!”

Yaoyorozu...

He embarrassed her in front of their class and needed to apologize. It wasn’t his intentional to being her up, if she would believe it. It really was a slip.

And he’s not as dense as his Class thinks. He’s just...unsure on how to proceed. When second year started, being around Yaoyorozu made him feel a certain way that wasn’t there before. Something that he couldn’t see with Midoriya and the other guys. That she was someone to admire beyond her looks. That she was a trustworthy companion who never judged his stupid feelings. That he wanted them to be something more than a good friend who he trains and studies with. It was just an evolved form of their platonic friendship, right?

Except there had moments where Todoroki knew this was not the case. Moments that made him not in control, whether it was unintentionally activating his left side, finding his fist clenched right, or avoiding Yaoyorozu just to not deal with whatever turmoil he endured.

When their hands skimmed the other by chance and lingered for too many seconds. When they always sat next to each other during class movie nights. When he automatically checked the tea supply so Yaoyorozu never runs out. When he saw another third-year asking her out again. When he pinned her down during practice and her exhausted gaze was so inviting, he would have closed their gap if it weren’t for Aizawa-sensei declaring their match over.

This was the not an ideal time, but Todoroki wanted to get this over with. That stupid interview may have brought in unwanted variables, but his only focus was that Yaoyorozu was alright.

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He called her “pretty,” Yaoyorozu muses in bed.

She knew it was an accident. Todoroki was never good at interviews, especially now that he’s one of the top young heroes alongside Bakugo and Midoriya. There is so much attention on him, he was bound to mess up like this. She just never thought it would involve her at some point.

“Why did he say my name first?” Yaoyorozu mutters into her pillow. “Could he...”

No, don’t go down that spiral. This wasn’t abnormal. He just thought she was pretty, nothing else. And based on the number of times she’s been asked of, several guys did too. Todoroki was merely catching up to a normal guy’s thought process.

You’re overreacting.

They do spend a lot of time together. And they text a lot, mainly for study and training sessions. Normal friend stuff, right? Just a boy and girl hanging out, alone with each other multiple times a week with minimal physical contact. There was nothing more, even if she wanted otherwise.

Todoroki is just getting used to having friends. It’s not a big deal that you’re the only girl he actively hangs out with. There’s no reason to think he sees you that way. Just keep your crush in check until he’s ready.

“Yaoyorozu, can we talk?”

“T-T-Todoroki-san?!”

Yaoyorozu gasps at the knocking on her window. She doesn’t dare to glance back. She knows Todoroki is right there, on the roof, knocking on her window. Like they’re in some romantic teen comedy-

Blushing harder, she rolls over, pulling the blankets over nose.

“I-I’m not feeling well.”

“Do you need medicine? You look really red. I can take you to Recovery Girl.”

She buries herself more, bothered by his offer. He’s escorted other girls to the nurse before.

“Or tea? I’ll make the honey ginger one.”

She drinks that a lot during study sessions, everybody knows that.

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

The last question makes her heart clench. He’s never been forward about her well-being, not sound so defeated at not having the answer. As if this was his sole responsibility instead of her own immaturity.

“I-I’m fine. Just tired from training.”

She hears a tired sigh on the other side of the window.

“I’m sorry for embarrassing you on TV. I’ll talk to everybody to stop teasing you.”

She hears Todoroki take the first step away. Her eyes widen as her body moves on its own, leaping out of bed to prop the window open. Todoroki halts at her sudden action, eyes just as wide in disbelief.

“Ano, Todoroki-san,” Yaoyorozu calls, gulping nervously. Todoroki turns around to walk back to her window. She didn’t know how to start this, her face warming up at the only thing she wanted to know.

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

“Yes.” The answer was immediate, even for Todoroki. Her blush was resuming all over again, probably crimson at this point.

“And do you find other girls...to be pretty?”

There was a longer, unsettling pause. “...Yes.”

Her chest aches. No surprise there. “O-Okay.”

“I like being around you more,” he adds quickly.

She watches him kneel down, bringing both to eye level with each other. He looked aloof as always, yet his whole body was tense. Was she making him uncomfortable?

She should have backed away to give him more space. Instead, Yaoyorozu finds herself leaning towards him over her desk. She’s rarely this close to him, where the smallest tilt would finally know how Todorok’s lips would feel against hers...

“I think about you a lot, so maybe that’s why I said your name in that interview,” Todoroki looks down, as if ashamed of revealing this information.

“And...how do you think of me then?”

She bites her lips, anxious to hear his next words. She’s still convinced that it’s nothing, but his gaze turns away from hers, only to something lower on her face.

“I don’t know the right words, but if you allow me...”

He makes the first move, pressing his forehead to hers. Yaoyorozu’s heartrate speeds out of control. His lips are just too close, just grazing her own nose. And his eyes say that he wants to do the same thing as she does.

“I’m better at showing than talking.”

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“Hey Yaomomo, we wanted to come by and apolo - AHHHHHH TODOROKI IS MAKING OUT WITH HER!”

“SO THE INTERVIEW WAS TRUE!!!”

“HOW DARE YOU LIE TO ME, YOUR CLASS PRESIDENT!”

“Ah...Revelry in the dark.”

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Thank you for reading through my first Todomomo one-shot! Feel free to leave any feedback or comments. Planning to do more of these before starting a legitimate multi-fic.

#todomomo #todoroki shouto #todoroki shoto #yaoyorozu momo #todoroki shoto x yayorozu momo #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #fanfiction #todomomo fanfiction #one-shot #todomomo one-shot

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hey-hamlet · 5 years

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BNHA Headcanons : Hugs

Hug headcanons! Because we all need a little joy in our lives.

All Might – Swol

Has hugged so many people in various press events he lost count around 2 weeks in.

Very warm, the man puts off heat like a furnace. His beef makes him very pleasant to hug, imbues a great feeling of safety. Various victims of villain attacks jokingly claim that being held by All Might almost made getting half killed worth it.

While he had to do a lot of mushy press stuff, he didn’t really have anyone in his life he could actually hug until UA, so he actually ended up pretty touch starved. It was one of the things he was scared of after Kamino – that all of the kids would think he was too gross to be around in his true form. He was very wrong!

All Might – Smol

Still pumps out heat like a furnace. He might be bony but he gives very comfy hugs, but you have to be careful you don’t smash your nose into his ribcage because its very solid and your nose wont win.

He loves hugs and gives them pretty freely after he becomes more comfortable in himself, likely a holdover from Americas more liberal view of human contact.

Still does mushy press stuff as small might after Kamino, but it feels a little bit more authentic to the people he’s visiting now they know he really does understand what they are going through.

A very emotional hugger – if All Might feels a lot of emotions because of you, you’re probably getting a hug. Positive or negative.

Midoriya

Was a big fan of hugs as a kid, but after his quirk failed to come in he started to associate touch with pain and avoided it when he could. It broke his mum’s heart to see her 8 year old duck out of her arms.

It really wasn’t until the summer break that he could accept hugs without feeling trapped, oddly enough it took even longer for him to be comfortable with hugs from people his own age.

Even though the whole mess with Eri’s quirk gave him a whole new association between touch and pain he pushed past it as best he could because he never wanted to make Eri uncomfortable or upset.

It wasn’t until the joint training exercise that he actually realised he didn’t hate hugs anymore. Even though that whole ordeal was a mess, it made him feel happy.

Uraraka

Very soft, amazing hugger. Constantly smells like sweet fruity body sprays.

Got lots of hugs from her parents and wants to share the love around! She has a lot of love for her friends and wants them all to know it. Has hugged every member of 1A by the licensing arc, definitely kept a tally about it and was very proud of herself when she reached her goal. Izuku was the last one!

Todoroki

While he’s not exactly a hug-y person, he doesn’t have any strong objections to them. Still, during temperature extremes hes had to get used to the total dog pile of students that cling to him to warm up or cool down. He likes using his quirk in non-fighting ways, so it makes him happy, even if it’s a little annoying sometimes.

The only person in his family who ever really liked hugs is Touya, and that was partly because the guy ran super cold. Also because he just liked hugs but he’d never admit that.

(Bonus: Twice is the villain Chief Hug Giver and will hug anyone he feels needs it. Has no fear, will hug Shigiraki)

Iida

Beefy boy! Hugs too strong, will squish you, and you will hurt your nose on his ridiculous pecs but don’t you dare say a word about it.

Tends to give out hugs very impulsively when he’s feeling a particularly strong positive emotion and is easily flustered about his brief lapse in decorum. Everyone knows its been a good day if Iida hugs the person next to him totally out of the blue and then pretends he didn’t do exactly that a few seconds later. He’s trying.

Deep down he knows he’s hugged Aizawa and Yamada as a child and that’s the reason he is not at all afraid of detention. He would be too powerful if he didn’t love following rules.

Tensei used to pick him up and spin him when he hugged him and it was a profoundly depressing moment when Tensei realized he couldn’t do that anymore. Tenya countered by Picking his older brother up and spinning him in a very enthusiastic hug. Tensei maybe cried.

Aizawa

On god he’ll never admit it but he loves hugs. Hes very good at them himself, beefy warm man with very soft clothes makes for a good hug giver.

Super touch-starved when he entered UA, Yamada made it his quest to fix that. Bought him the sleeping bag when they left high school to work in different agencies because he wouldn’t be around to give out as many hugs. Aizawa cried. He insists they were angry tears.

He’s actually a very easy crier. His dry-eye means he overproduces tears, they just don’t work very well. He's gotten pretty good at strategically hiding them but at various points most of 1A has brought him to tears for various reasons. He's cried tears of pure frustration over Midoriya more times than he’ll ever care to admit. A few of sadness, but mostly frustration.

If a student is upset he gets the strong urge to hug them and then kick the crap out of whatever is upsetting him. This is a new impulse and it scares him. He has totally given into it many times.

Once hugged Eri for 2 hours straight because she fell asleep and then he couldn’t move because he couldn’t wake her up. So he just stared into space for 2 hours.

Bakugo

Hug master. Hes the best at hugs and he’ll never back down from a hug challenge. Used to think hugs were lame but his mum managed to convince him they were disguised contests for dominance when he was 5 and that idea still sticks.

He’s very careful to avoid getting nitro-glycerine on people so he wont hug people when he’s hot, which has led to many a pouting Kirishima. Bakugo doesn’t care. (he totally does)

Hasn’t hugged Midoriya in 11 years and counting. They totally will when they graduate, but they don’t know that yet.

Used to get jealous of people that got hugged by All Might on TV. Now he’s gotten a patented All Might Hug ™ he believes his jealousy was totally justified because he felt like he was being hugged by the spirit of heroics and safety, even when it was small might. Imagine the raw power of a buff might hug? Unimaginable.

Kirishima

Hugs are the best thing! Making people feel safe and happy is the manliest thing someone can do, so Kirishima will give out hugs at the drop of a hat. He is very careful to ask first though and will settle for a Manly Shoulder Pat if the hug is refused.

If someone is only jokingly protesting he will totally hold them in place with his quirk, it's very effective, if uncomfortable. The addition of his sleaves to his costume has made him an even better hug-giver.

The only person outside of the big three to have hugged Amajiki. He got so flustered he manifested wings. Mirio was very impressed.

In future he will be known for hugging victims and fans constantly, actually becomes one of the things he’s best known for. “8 Amazing Red Riot Hugs and other Heroics Moments that Will Make You Cry” (‘You’re next’ is number 1, obviously.)

#BNHA Headcanons #bnha #Kirishima Eijirou #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #All Might #yagi toshinori #uraraka ochako #Iida Tenya #aizawa shouta #eri #aizawa #eraserhead #Midoriya #bakugo #kirishima #mha #boku no hero

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tamakiamajikistentacles · 4 years

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Lucky Charms {Eijirou Kirishima}

A/N: So I got this idea earlier this morning for the holiday and wrote it instead of finishing the piece I originally wanted to put out this weekend. I hope you all enjoy because Kirishima as a dad has me weak!

When he was younger, Kirishima was a night owl through and through. Waking up in the morning to attend classes at UA had been a struggle especially before the dorm system was put in place. An earlier time on the train meant an earlier alarm but on campus he had an explosive best friend to quite literally drag him out of bed.

Now two children, a full-time job as a pro hero, a shared agency, and ten years of marriage later, his body took whatever sleep it could get and refused to let him sleep past seven am. Which was fine because it allowed him to get done what he needed before the rest of his family awoke.

It was definitely fine on Mother’s Day because it gave him the time to wake up his two children in preparation for the holiday. Since they had inherited his late-night tendencies and reluctance for mornings, it was often a challenge.

“Chiyo, its time to get up,” he said softly, nudging his daughter’s shoulder lightly. “We’ve got Mother’s Day to celebrate.”

The teenager grumbled, her comforter pulled tight around her curled up form and scrunching up her already rumpled black braid, every minute of her thirteen years evident in the reluctance.

“Don’t make me send your brother in,” he threatened playfully.

“Dad!” she groaned, blinking up at him with her mother’s eyes. Brows furrowed, she rubbed her pajama sleeve across her face before sitting up. “Why can’t we wait another hour?”

He laughed as he walked towards her bedroom door. “We wake mom up with breakfast, she doesn’t come looking for it. You act like you haven’t done this a dozen times before.”

Ignoring her huffs he told her to meet him in the kitchen as he made his way across the hall to his son’s room. Walking into the smaller room, he chuckled at the sight in front of him.

Kazuma was lying on his stomach, his arms and legs star-fished out in all directions. One foot peeked out from beneath his blankets, the blue sock half off and the elastic clinging desperately to his toes. The closer he got, he could also hear the tiny snores escaping his parted lips.

“Wake up, little Riot, its Mother’s Day,” he laughed, grabbing his foot and shaking it.

The boy snuffled and rolled over slightly, blinking up at his father sleepily.

He grinned. “C’mon, we gotta meet your sister in the kitchen to get started!”

“Oh, okay,” he mumbled as he tossed his comforter aside. Just like his sister, his dark hair stuck up in all directions, though the shorter length made him look more like a black-haired version of his favorite uncle.

The Kirishima boys made their way down to the kitchen where Chiyo was waiting for them on one of the breakfast stools, her thumbs flying across her phone’s screen. Her braid had been taken out and her hair laid in wild waves against her shoulders.

“Alright,” Kirishima started as Kazuma took the seat next to his sister, “I’m gonna start on your mom’s breakfast and you two can go get your gifts from the closet, make sure everything’s ready.”

Chiyo set her phone down and gestured back towards their living area. “I grabbed our gifts and everything looks good. We both signed the card last night. The flower and card from you are with the gifts on the kotatsu.”

“Thanks baby girl,” he smiled. “Then let me get her breakfast ready and we can get this show on the road!”

Kazuma giggled. “Dad, you’re just making cereal!”

“Yeah, but that’s Mother’s Day breakfast!” he replied as he pulled a bowl down from the cupboard. He declined to add that breakfast also included coffee, but that wasn’t always the case. “Chiyo, can you grab the milk please?”

She nodded, moving towards the fridge. “He’s right, though, dad. We don’t do much for Mother’s Day breakfast. The Bakubabies were telling us that Uncle Katsuki wakes up super early and makes a big American breakfast for Auntie, then wakes them up to help carry it and give gifts.”

He grabbed the milk from her, dousing the poured cereal as he chuckled lightly to himself. Bakugo should never have made such a big deal about the little nickname for his children.

“Its just sort of tradition,” he said easily, pouring the coffee into a large Red Riot mug from his first official merch line.

“How did it start?” Kazuma asked curiously, kicking his legs absently.

Kirishima paused as he finished putting the coffee and cereal onto the serving tray. He often thought about the first Mother’s Day they had celebrated after Chiyo was born, especially when the holiday approached, but he didn’t think he’d ever really discussed it with his children.

“Well, your mom and I had been dating in high school and after graduation we moved in together. I was just starting out as a hero, doing sidekick work at Fatgum’s agency with Suneater, and your mom had taken a position at Ryukyu’s agency for management. Chiyo was born about a year after we graduated, and even though we both worked fulltime up until then and even after, money was tight,” he admitted.

He didn’t find it shameful that they had struggled when they were just starting out or that having a baby young had been difficult, but he often worried that his children’s confidence in him would wane if he showed too much of the hardship. Old insecurities always died hard.

“The very first Mother’s Day we celebrated, I… I couldn’t afford much,” he murmured. “I got her a card and a pink carnation, but when I went to make her breakfast I realized we didn’t have anything to make a special meal. All we had was an unopened box of Lucky Charms so I went with it; either I brought it to her in bed or she would walk out to the kitchen to get it, you know? If nothing else I could save her a trip down the hallway.”

Glancing up at them, he saw the eagerness to listen to their parents’ beginnings, no trace of pity in either of their gazes. He briefly marveled at how beautiful their eyes were, thankful that they got their mother’s eyes and his dark hair to become perfect little combinations of them both.

“She didn’t mind the cereal and cried when she opened the card,” he continued, smiling at the memory. “She told me that it was the best first Mother’s Day she could imagine, and that she couldn’t wait until Chiyo was older to help carry in the tray of cereal. So that’s just how it’s happened every year since. Even when I became a hero with Fatgum and when your Uncle Katsuki and I started our agency, she told me I should only ever get her a card and maybe flowers, but no gifts. When you two got older it was easier to get gifts because I could just say they were from you, though.”

They all laughed, the tension that the air had held since he began his story gone.

Chiyo bumped Kazuma’s shoulder with her own. “That’s the kind of husband you better be.”

He puffed out his chest and knocked his little fists together in his father’s signature move. “It’s the manliest way to be a husband!”

Kirishima smiled widely, pride filling him at how truly amazing his kids were. He was blessed in every way possible with his family and he wouldn’t trade them for anything.

“C’mon, kiddos, let’s go surprise your mom,” he said, and they ran to the kotatsu to grab their gifts to her, Kazuma handing him the single flower and dusty pink card he had chosen for his wife.

The trio made their way upstairs, presents held in the children’s grasp and him balancing the tray in one hand and his own presents in the other. He was sure his wife was already awake from their laughter in the kitchen, but tradition said they had to wake her up with breakfast in bed.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” they shouted as they entered the bedroom, Chiyo and Kazuma jumping onto the bed with her to give hugs and kisses.

She looked up at him with a beaming smile as he set the food on her bedside table, mouthing “thank you” as she hugged the children close.

Kirishima nodded, his own smile wide, as his eyes drifted to the three frames on the wall behind her. The bottom two displayed each of their children’s pictures from when they were born, the frames a soft purple color with their names engraved under their respective photo. Above them hung a dusty pink frame that read My First Mother’s Day, an open card and a single, dried pink carnation inside.

The carnation represented endurance, and he knew what the writing in the card said by heart, the words he had written so many years ago still true.

“I grew up with two mothers, and I used to think that taught me what motherhood was all about and, in a way, it did. I’m forever thankful to the women who raised me but when it comes to motherhood I look to you as my source for what it truly is. Growing up I didn’t see them struggle but persevere through the hard times. I never came home to see them swaying a sleeping baby in a sling across their chest while they prepared dinner, a laptop on the counter with a business meeting half over where they presented end of the quarter data. They supported my dreams of being a hero, but not by staying home with a newborn daughter while I took extra hours to grow my name and try to earn just a little more than enough money. I love you endlessly for the sacrifices you’ve made for our little family and the way you mother Chiyo. I can’t imagine anyone else by my side during the good times and the difficult ones, and I say difficult because with you they’re never bad. You’re an amazing mother and I can’t wait to see you teach Chiyo even more as time goes on. I love you so much.

Eijirou”

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cherryhanji · 4 years

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another day

oneshot. han x reader

genre: drama, super duper angsty, a little fluff at the end

words: 1.9k

warning(s): slight mentions of depressing thoughts, lonely reader (yeah, another day by jisung is quite a sad song for me, anyways, stream their latest album, go live!) (i really felt sad when writing this. But I hope u like it!)

Another day full of dejection. You got home early from your work after being scolded by your manager because of messing up in the cashier a while ago. You haven't started anything for your thesis. You just can't find the courage to do it.

Lots of problems keep on rushing to you. There's your landlady who keeps on knocking at your door asking for your two-month payment for your rent. The payment for the next semester. Money isn't only your enemy. But yourself too. You wanted to do a lot of things. But it feels like there's something that's keeping you away from doing it. It got slumped the most when the person you trust the most, left you in the middle of the battle. No words, just left you on the way. Jisung was your savior, your knight in shining armor, the man that keeps you from standing and fighting all the struggles that you face every day. Ever since you two split up, you feel like there's no reason for fighting anymore. There's a time that you just want to end it all. All of the pain, the loneliness that you feel. It almost got the best of you. Pressure from college, expectation from your parents whom you have to prove that you can be independent. Jisung leaving you. Luckily, your friends are still there. But they are also busy since all of you will graduate this year. You can't risk bothering them just to rant about your sulky and shitty day in school and work.

You opened your second hand refrigerator only to find out that you didn't have stocks anymore. Only bottles of water and a pack of instant ramen. You sighed and grabbed your only food for tonight. You decided to open your Spotify playlist to soothe your sullen feelings and to calm your mind.

You silently eat your ramen while scrolling through your phone. You got a notification from your online bank noting that you already received your salary for the past two months. Your face brightened at the thought. The salary is good enough(?) you think about your daily needs and for the rent. It just got delayed for two months because of the cafe's renovation. Lucky you, your salary for tutoring a kid from your neighborhood helped you for the past two months just to buy your food and stocks and some expenses on school.

After eating, you decided to give yourself a warm bath after work. You still don't have classes tomorrow and it's also your rest day from your work. However, after taking a shower, the doorbell rang stopping you from drying your hair. You checked the time, it's almost 10:30 in the evening. Just who the hell will visit you at this hour?

"Wait a minute!" You shouted from your bedroom and went to the door almost stumbling while wearing your slippers.

"Who is I-- Alexa? It's 10:30 already?" Alexa, your cousin, also your childhood friend visited.

"Oh hello to you too, dear. " she jokingly rolled her eyes at you and showed you the paper bags she brought.

"Anyways, I brought you some food and stuff cause I know how broke you are." She chirped showing you some of your favorite foods. You welcomed her inside and closed the door.

"How's my beautiful cousin? Is auntie still not talking to you?" She asked as she slumped on the sofa.

You sighed at her question. "Nothing changed, Lexie, she's still upset at me. And I got scolded by my manager earlier. Argh, it's my fault at all. I'm not with myself, It feels like my soul and sanity left me awhile ago. But something good happened, anyways. I got my salary for the last two months! I'm not broke as fuck. But I have to pay my rent. The noisy landlady keeps on bothering me. Arrgh" you said and drank some yogurt. It's been a while ever since you got to drink this yogurt again.

"Are you okay?" You looked at Alexa shocked with the sudden seriousness. You kept silent for a while before answering.

"To be honest, I'm not. It feels like the whole world already turned its back on me. I really want to do things. But I feel like there's no enough energy and motivation for me to do it."

"Is it because of Jisung?" You froze at the mention of his name. Yes, it is. You still can't move on. It's because you really don't know what happened why he suddenly left you. You should hate him for it. but you just couldn't. You slowly nod at your cousin. You heard your cousin sigh.

"Did you talk to him? You're attending the same university with him, right? Don't tell me he's avoiding you?"

"Yes, we attend the same university. But he's majoring in music, remember? I'm majoring in Psychology. So it means, we are not in the same building. And I bet he's doing all his might to avoid me." You blurted out.

"You're a hopeless case, dear," Alexa said

"I know.." you whispered.

"But, this is just an advice. If you have the courage, try to talk it out with him. You guys don't have the closure you need. Did you block each other's contact?" You shook your head.

"I didn't block his contact. And luckily, he didn't block mine too. It's just that he doesn't answer my calls. Maybe I need to talk to him in person. I just need to wait for the right time." You're determined. You just want to talk to him. Four months? Four months of not talking to him. Maybe you just need to wait a little time to talk to him.

"Yes, that's the spirit. Just remember dear, if you need something, you know you can call your gorgeous cousin." She said and winked at you. You just chuckled at her childishness.

You missed him, a lot. His smiles, his sweet voice, you missed everything about him. Up until now, you still don't know what happened to your relationship.

You wake up with a feeling of calmness after the talk you had with your cousin last night. With nothing left to do today, you decided to buy some groceries.

A calm and delightful night, Jisung playing his guitar and singing for you while you happily listen to his sweet and calm voice. You just love how he sings his heart out, you can feel the emotions as he sings.

Jisung put his guitar at the side and held your hand.

"I love you, y/n. to the moon and back. No one can replace you. We'll never let go of each other, okay? Whatever happens, we'll never leave each other." He said and kissed your hand.

"Thank you for being with me, Sungie. Even though I'm a problematic shit. You're always there for me. And I promise I'll never leave you too. I love you." You said and hugged him. He kissed the top of your head and swayed you as he hums a song.

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You grab a cup of coffee at the cafe near the supermarket. You take a look at the people passing by the cafe. Why does it look like they're so happy with their life? Do they have any problems at all? It seems like you're the only one who has a lot of problems. Or maybe you still don't know how to sort it all out?

While still being entertained by the walking people outside, someone cleared their throat. You suddenly turn your head to the person. You're shocked to see the person in front of you. There it goes again, the fast heartbeat, the erratic breathing as if he took your breath away. The feeling of hoping he'll stay with you again.

"J-jisung..." You called the person in front of you, almost a whisper.

"Y/N... It's.. It's good to see you here.. Can I occupy the seat?" You just nod at him. You still can't find the right words on how to answer him.

"Uhm, I shouldn't be asking this, but How are you? " he said and scratched the back of his neck. This is it. It's the right time to talk to him. Fate does its way to help you. But you can't still form any words to say to him.

"Uh, I see. Look, I'm... I'm really sorry. I mean it. I know I deserve all the hate you have for me. But can you let me explain, please.?" You just nod at him. Maybe it's good if you hear his side first.

"First of all, I'm really, really sorry for leaving you without any word. You know I love you. But you know what's my dream right? I really love to sing. So there's this agency that casted me and offered me training to debut as an artist. But the contract says there is a dating ban. I- I don't know what will I do. At first, I'm contemplating. It's hard. I love you, but I also have a dream. But I need to let go of the other to achieve one. And I'm really sorry that I sacrificed you over my dream. I'm really sorry, y/n. you can hate me. You can slap me, anything you want. I know I deserve it for leaving you." He grabbed your hand and lowered his head. You got shocked at his explanation. You're well aware of his dream of being a singer and an artist. He told you ever since he was a child, he dreams of being one. You clearly see his passion for music. That's why you understand his reason.

"But... but why didn't you talk about it with me?" You asked him.

"I'm scared. I don't know why. Maybe the thought of letting you go hurts me. I thought that not letting you know can help me. But it did nothing. I have trouble sleeping at night, knowing that you're hurting, too. I promised you I'll never let you go, but here I am, leaving you clueless as to why I left." You can feel the sadness and hurt in his voice. You really loved this man. You can't find any reason to hate him, to get mad at him. You reached out to him and caressed his fluffy cheeks.

"I understand now, Sungie." He raised his head at the nickname, that nickname you used to call him. Hearing it again makes him giddy.

"I know it's your dream. Your dream came first before me, and I don't have any right to stop you from achieving it. I'm just hurt because you left me with no word. But don't worry, I'll be okay. I love you, you know that. And I'll support you always. Be good. So that you can debut soon. And if that happens, I'll be your number one gorgeous fan." You smiled at him and held his hand. He squeezed it and smiled at you.

"Thank you, for being strong. Y/N. we can still be friends if that's okay with you. You can still love me, And I will love you. " he said. You nod at him. Hearing all the closure you two needed, a big weight just got lifted off your shoulder. Being friends with your ex doesn't hurt, right? You just need to be mature with each other. You just need to accept your fate with him.

#stray kids oneshot #skz oneshots #Han #han jisung #skz jisung #stray kids #stray kids jisung #skz drabbles

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kattodoroki · 5 years

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awkward assistance. (Bakugou x Reader)

/Back at it again w the fic! hopefully, this one is enjoyable, likes, reblogs, and comments are so loved and welcome! thanks for reading <3/

You thought being Bakugou’s new sidekick was going to be cake, it turns out you took a big piece that you knew you weren’t going to finish.

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You had applied for a lot of jobs, mostly ones in a different country, you just didn’t want to live in the United States anymore. Graduating from a good hero school really paid off for you; you were really proud of your resume and having a lot of recommendations. You wanted to take the first plane out of your country once you got a call, any call would make you buy any plane ticket.

Your anxiety with each passing day started to get dreadful, staring at your phone, desperately waiting for the call you feared you would never get. Until four days after you started applying, you had finally gotten your call. You tried so hard to understand what the person on the other side of the phone was saying, they had to get you a translator eventually. Besides not knowing the language you still took the job, more than excited to hop on a plane to Japan.

Once you got there after copious amounts of hours on the flight, you finally landed in Japan. You left the plane and found it comical when you found someone holding up a sign with your name on it, in English. You found it hard to not laugh when you saw the limo waiting for you also. You came to realize that it was your job that was doing all of this for you, you thought it was overboard but you weren’t going to complain about a free ride, not really wanting to make conversation with the driver.

When you got there you were getting smaller by the minute, already feeling the weight begin to drop on your shoulders. Having now realized how many people you were going to talk to and interact with, you felt the new job hype wash away, your awkward demeanor now crawling back like a monster you haven’t killed yet. It fit you even worse when you remember that you were also meeting your boss.

Once you were welcomed into the agency everyone smiled and saying hello, or at least what you guessed was hello. You had been informed over the phone that the head of the agency only knew how to speak English and also translate other people for you, so you knew you were going to meet him right away. You were waiting in the lobby, not bothering to even sit down, you just stared at your feet and waited on the ding of the elevator.

When you heard it you thought your heart was going to jump out of your chest, you almost broke your neck, snapping it up when the annoying sound hit your ears. You stared at the man, you parted your lips to form a gasp that never escaped, he looked beautiful with a permanent scowl on his face, silently hoping he wasn’t going to yell at you on your first day. He wore his suit with a wild hair due that didn’t match his neat body.

You closed your mouth, realizing that he now parked himself in front of you, now looking down at your closed posture. You didn’t really know what to say, wondering if you should start the conversation, but your throat closed, palms now forming a fine layer of sweat, and you noticed the room was ten times hotter now. You wanted to reach a formality with him, wanting to leave a first good impression by just saying a simple hello, knowing that he would understand, but you felt defeated when nothing came out, just staring him down like a hawk.

He cleared his throat, wanting attention, you wished you could grow smaller, “Hello, I’m your new boss, Bakugou Katsuki, or you can call me by my hero name, ‘Ground Zero’,” He paused in case you wanted to add anything and when you didn’t he continued, “You are my new sidekick, yes?” He looked at you, smirking. All you did was shake your head yes, now remembering that was the position you did apply for online. His smirk grew wider, satisfied with your reply, “Good, you and I will be working together, let’s go to my office and we can discuss the details further.” He picked up his foot and turned on his heel, now walking away from you, you stared at his back for a second, admiring the way his hips slightly swayed with the way he walked. You reluctantly followed him to the elevator, not daring to look at his employees eyeing you.

You noted that he kept the elevator open for you, knowing you took the longest time to stare you were surprised he even waited for you. The ride up to his office was layered with a quiet awkward aroma, you wanted to disappear but your boss didn’t think anything of it, just scrolling away on his phone.

You gave a little sigh in relief when the door opened up, showing off dark, professional office space, you were welcomed by the cold temperature, now feeling like you could actually breathe again. You looked back at your boss and quickly looked away when you noticed that he was looking at you, you gave the floor a wide-eyed look and you scrunched your face up in embarrassment.

He chuckled and you didn’t dare to look at him, you would probably die from embarrassment. He moved over to his desk and started moving things around, trying to clear the awkward air by being away from you; you didn’t blame him. He cleared his throat and walked towards a smaller desk that was more towards the wall then the middle of the room, “This is your desk,” He stated.

You bowed your head, “Thank you, sir,” You didn’t realize that your voice had even cracked and you were flushed like a tomato. You looked up at him and started making your way towards your desk, now inspecting every little detail about it.

“Now I will let you get comfortable and then we will discuss sleeping arrangements.” He didn’t look at you, you looked over to see him sitting comfortably at his desk, now looking through papers. You hummed in response, now remembering that this job did come with free housing provided by the company. You sat down at your desk, admiring how the chair pulled out with ease, not making a scratching noise from the floor. You pushed yourself forward and folded your hands atop the table, smiling about how professional you felt at the moment. You felt indifferent as you continued to stare, your smile faltered thinking about how dumb you looked. You forced your lips into a thin line, trying your hardest not to quiver with each aching moment that passed by in awkwardness.

Bakugou coughed, and you look at him, he was staring at you with a look in his eyes that he was about to say something. You waited a good two minutes before he even started speaking, “Let’s go check out that apartment, yeah?” You nodded and stood up, banging your knee on the desk in the process, your boss tried not to laugh but didn’t say anything in response, you didn’t say anything about it either, now just wanting to get out of there.

Bakugou lead you to the apartment building next door, “I built this so my employees would have an easier time getting to work, it's optional to live here though, but its all owned by me,” He smiled with pride. You looked the tall building up and down, impressed that he managed to do this also, he must really love his agency if he was willing to go this far and house some of his employees. You walked in after him, now taking in the nicer interior, “Your apartment is on the same floor as mine, since you’re my sidekick you get the second-best seat in the house.” He smirked.

You swallowed, nodding at his statement, you didn’t really care where you were put at but you weren’t fond of the idea of sharing a floor with him. You just wished it was furnished already so you could go inside and sleep the rest of the day away. Bakugou leads you to the elevator and pushed the button, “I already had your things sent here if that's okay,” He looked over at you and you gave him a nod, “It’s just easier that way.”

You chuckled at his comment but didn’t say anything, not really wanting to compliment on his sense of humor, this was your boss after all. “Thanks, for this.” You whispered looking down at the floor.

He didn’t say anything, just waited with his hands in his pockets. When the elevator dinged you followed him down the hall and a door that was identical on the right, you noticed your boss’s last name was on the door, and your last name was on the door across. You cringed when he slide the key into the lock, now opening up the door with your name on it. He motioned his arms towards the room, wanting you to get a look of it before he entered. You walked past him, keeping your head down, not wanting your awkward expression to be seen. You lifted your head up, now meeting the warm glow of the lantern above you, how the floor windows showed you a perfect sight of the city, and how the furniture complimented the wall paint. You were really in awe from an apartment, one that was much better than the one you lived in at home.

“It’s great, I love it.” You said out loud, hopefully, your boss around to hear the praise.

“I look forward to working with you, your resume was very impressive.” He said.

You were taken aback at his compliment, “T-thanks.” You managed to squeak out.

“We start training tomorrow, show me what you can do with your quirk.” He looked at you for confirmation.

You nodded, “Of course sir, I’ll be there on time.” You gave him a courteous smile.

“I sure hope so,” He mumbled before closing the door and leaving you alone.

You sigh in content, now moving to the bedroom to finally sleep for the day… and night.

You awoke to your alarm, now getting you up an hour before work. You noted how your boss had placed a special space in the closet for your hero costume, you put it on with vigor of excitement, now actually wanting to interact with someone new, wanting to prove you are more than a scared sidekick from a different country.

You left for the agency and gladly made your way to the elevator, now going to your office desk, and sitting down, patiently waiting for your boss. You were watching your computer screen, noticing that he arrived forty-five minutes after you left, you smiled at him and felt your cheeks flair up when heat when he didn’t smile back. You quickly snapped your head down and stared at your hands like they were the most important thing in the room.

You looked back up at Bakugou, trying to sneak a glance every few seconds. You noticed how different he looked now wearing his hero costume, looking like a completely different person from when he wore his suit. Taking in his form, the way he was fit so securely in the restraints of fabric, how they molded his body into that of a God, one you wanted to worship for the rest of your life. You shook your head, not even clocked in for two hours and you already thinking about your boss in a way that was upmost unprofessional. You sighed, now just wanting to train and show off your quirk.

“Let’s go,” You looked up from where Bakugou was now standing, in front of the open elevator, waiting in annoyance for you to come and join him. You quickly got up, remembering not to hit your knee this time and make a fool of yourself, you bounced over to where he was and joined him in the confinements of the elevator. You watched with worry as the doors closed.

It took a minute and about twenty floors before you made it to the training area, you looked around and noticed that it was only you and Bakugou. He was your boss after all, and you were there to be his sidekick so you knew you would have to show him your quirk now, you had to explain it on the resume but there is only so much you could write with words.

“Okay, let’s start.” He informed you, you smiled and walked over to the middle of the room, you touched the chair that was in front of you, but didn’t sit down.

Bakugou gave you a quizzical look, “Show me.”

You tried to hide the laugh that was rising out of your throat, “Pick up the chair.”

He scoffed and moved over to your surroundings, now entering the space between you and the chair, he turned away from you and tried to pick up the chair, he struggled and tried to pry the metal legs from the floor. You watched and admired how his bicep and tricep flexed every time he tested the strength of the chair.

He huffed and looked over at you, “Impressive.” You smiled and looked down at the ground, not wanting him to see the awkwardness that invaded your body. You kicked his shoe, making him stay in place. He tried to move but wasn’t able to, you laughed as he tried to move his foot.

“I see,” He gave a weak chuckle, “Very funny. Now undo it.” You complied and touched his shoe again, now making it a bit lighter than what it was, to begin with.

He sighed and straightened his costume out, “Ready to go patrolling.” You nodded in response, face still stinging red from trying to joke around with him. You followed him down to the main floor and out the building, you enjoyed the warm sun and slight breeze, letting yourself get lost in the moment.

“Let’s go.” Bakugou found himself repeating the same words from this morning. You opened your eyes and looked at him in surprise, feeling dumb that he caught you in an embarrassing daydream. You followed him down the street, trailing after him in his shadow like he was still leading you somewhere that you would never reach.

“Stop hiding,” He grumbled. You reluctantly stepped out of the darkness and forced yourself to keep pace with him as you walked side by side. You felt honored that he saw you as an equal but uneasy about how professional he was trying to be like it felt wrong.

Bakugou and you didn’t get any calls yet, but you heard shouting, alarmed by the commotion Bakugou put an arm out making you stop, you collided with his arm and looked at the men, you realized the group was yelling to you and your boss.

You didn’t understand what they were saying, but you noticed it was bad by how Bakugou’s calm demeanor changed to sour.

You froze, now feeling all eyes on you, “What did they say?” You whispered to your boss.

“Uh, Nothing,” Bakugou managed to tell you through the anger he was trying to suppress.

“Was it anything good?” You asked. You tugged on the sleeves of your shirt, you got a rock ready, now touching it with your shoe, making it lighter so you could launch it at them, you looked over at your boss who looked like he was going to do worse damage, you were confused on what they said that made him really angry but if it really was bad then you probably didn’t want to hear it too. You tried your best to drown out the yelling and focus on your boss, trying to fight back the rising panic in your chest and ignore the way your stomach contorted every time they opened their mouth you felt like you were about to dissolve into dust and fly away with the wind. You looked at Bakugou for a response, a validation that everything was okay, and that you didn’t need to panic.

“Uh, No.” Your boss answered.

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sol-korolevas · 5 years

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[we burn bright]

pairing: dabi x reader

a/n: whooo boy i had trouble with writing for dabi, but i also had fun. please let me know what you feel. i want to write more for dabi (and perhaps other characters) in the future.

you open the rooftop door and step out, head craning up to study the black night. the sky looks low and you want to reach up and touch it. you couldn’t remember the last time you’ve seen such empty darkness. when you lived in the countryside, the stars would stretch for miles. they were always so vibrant and lively that you wished you could live like them.

“this is romantic.” a voice brings you back to the present, the drawl of it sending shivers down your neck. with hands dipping inside your pockets, you turn and see a shape moving its way to you. “but you still look like shit, [name].”

before you could call out his name, his hand shoots out and presses itself against your half-opened mouth. you have an urge to lick his palm, a petulant thought formed by his comment. it’s only when you completely freeze that the man before you drops his hand.

“you’re equally as shitty looking as me,” you responded with a huff, hands sliding back inside your pockets. “what happened? did you get tossed through a tsunami?” your face lights up with a smug grin, chin tilting up to survey his appearance.

he sighs, before sliding his hand through his hair. “maybe a tsunami could have ended me quicker.” his words are soft and even wistful. momentarily, he drops his gaze to the side, before sliding it back to you. “and you? what have you been doing?”

the keenness in his eyes forces you to turn around so you’re staring at the ocean of skyscrapers. the night beckons forth a chill that makes you to wrap your arms around your body. dimly, you’re aware he’s gotten closer after you moved.

“trying to find work,” was your response. “there’s really no hope for me as a hero.” your voice is low, shoulders sagging as you drop down onto the cold floor. you remember the distinct letter you read from a few weeks ago, a rejection from mt. lady’s hero agency. it’s not that you didn’t graduate from a well-known hero school–you never even attended any-no, it’s because of your quirk. you don’t even know your shoulders are shaking until you feel hands placed firmly on it. “thanks for that, touya,” you muttered, turning your head slightly to look at him. saying his name, a name you know well and hold dearly, puts a small smile on your face.

you feel the fabric of touya’s clothes rub against your back as he leans down. “you’re helpless.” it was a simple remark, but you hear pity in his voice.

“yeah, thanks mister obvious,” you replied, squirming a little from the hard ground. “apparently, no one wants someone who can mind control others. oh, you know what’s worse? i heard a neighbor’s kid got in, and he has a similar quirk as i do!” you pause, feeling tears of jealousy forming in your eyes. it’s painful, this feeling; it claws and claws until you feel yourself being eaten away by it.

“when i graduated middle school i tried so hard to compete in the entrance exa– i studied and studied and trained. it’s not fair, why did he get in but i didn’t?” you’re clutching his hands, keeping them trapped on your shoulders. “i-is it because i’m not strong enough? i’m not hero-worthy? that maybe i’m an outsider to them? i just want to shine a little brighter, i want to be happy and i–”

touya’s suddenly holding you from behind, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other covering your mouth again. except for this time, there is a touch of care and–you so desperately hope–affection. he’s pressing his chin on your shoulder and you hear him shushing you. you panic first, not knowing why he’s doing this. but then you remember: touya has always been on your side as a comfort and as a friend.

“they don’t understand you or your quirk–and they never will,” you heard him say. then, he lifts his hand from your mouth and stretches it out, forming a whirlpool of blue flames on his palm.

you are mesmerized, the haunting flame making you nostalgic of summer days where you were just a child, playing in secret with touya. those fond memories were always so romantic, now that you think about it. and to think he’s here, right behind you, holding you like this–

“come with me.”

abruptly you feel your heart stutter as you take in what he just said. yet still, you hesitate to answer him, mind now bothered by a feeling that wasn’t there a second ago. touya has retreated his hand, and it's now idly dancing along your arm in feather-light touches. you shiver, before saying, “to where?”

“a place where you will be accepted; it’s not far from here,” he responded quietly. you turn your face and you meet his eyes. there’s something burning within them, a hopeful look you notice. and within the serenity of the night, you feel as if touya’s sharing another secret with you, just like in the past.

“yeah but, where exactly? most importantly, what is this place?”

a part of you should have said yes to touya without question. he is safe, you want to tell yourself, and he’s good and will always be good to you. yet, when you notice the slight smirk on his face, you couldn’t help but feel an inkling of doubt in your heart as well. you truly want to go with him, but–

“all those rejections from those heroes are just fodder for you in preparation for what i can give you.” you feel him squeeze your hand in a moment of comfort. but you’re still left confused, even a little dazed at the sudden flurry of touches touya is spoiling you with. “trust me [name].”

you feel as if touya wants to say something else before he abruptly cuts himself off. his eyes are gazing at the endless rows of buildings and to the sun that’s barely peeking out over the horizon.

when you couldn’t give him an answer, you feel a sharp tug at your arm. “i need an answer now, [name].” there’s no desperation in his voice, only the same calmness. yet in his action, you sense the urgency–you know touya wants you to say yes.

in one move of your own desperation and the overwhelming need for touya himself, you turn and wrap your arms around his neck. you feel him stiffen, arms still clinging onto nothing before placing them on your back. the positioning is awkward and you don’t think he knows how to properly embrace someone. still, you feel his body and his warmth; touya’s presence gives off a liveliness that you couldn’t find anywhere else.

“i’ll go with you,” you tell him, eyes closing as you sharply inhale. you’ve already figured that touya’s the only person in this lonely world who will ever be by your side. regardless of any situations, you know you want to follow him. after all, you did promise him before, years ago, that you will always be by his side. “and...it’s not like i have anywhere else to go.”

you ignore the restless feeling and accept only touya’s comfort.

you couldn’t see his face, but you know he’s smiling.

#dabi x reader #bnha dabi x reader #mha dabi x reader #dabi #bnha dabi #mha dabi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #bnha x reader #dabi imagine #bnha imagine #mha imagine #tag that shit uuuuup #dabi is still gonna be ooc im sorry #dabi is a todoroki #i love childhood friend tropes #mostly unedited bc we are warriors

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shippeh · 5 years

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ok here it is!! the full angst thing!!!

Bakugou had always had nightmares. As a child, they were less frequent, but now, in the aftermath of what was known as the Kamino Incident, they happen almost on the daily. But he’s fine. He fails to jump in time in some dreams, but he’s fine. He slips out of Kirishima’s grip in some dreams, but he’s fine. He dies in some dreams, but he’s fine. He can handle it on his own. That’s what he tells himself every time he woke up in a cold sweat. What he tells himself every night his body refuses to let him go to sleep. What he tries to tell himself as he knocks on Kirishima’s door one Thursday night.

Kirishima answers the door almost immediately, clearly not quite asleep either. His hair’s a mess. It falls over his eyes, some strands in his mouth that he spits out awkwardly. He blinks a few times, staring at Bakugou under a lens of almost-sleep.

“Bakugou?” Kirishima asks, his words slow and warm. “Wha’s goin’ on?” Bakugou sighs, his heartbeat unexplainably picking up as he tries to form a coherent response.

“I’m sleeping in here tonight,” he offers, trying to keep his eyes open. Bakugou’s never been one to beat around the bush, doesn’t say stuff he doesn’t mean, and Kirishima knows this as much as any person. So, at 11 pm on a Thursday night, Kirishima doesn’t ask why, and lets Bakugou sleep in his bed.

It’s a bit awkward at first, but they work it out. Bakugou sleeps nearest to the wall, Kirishima beside him.

They face away from each other and try to put as much distance between themselves as possible. Bakugou refuses to thank Kirishima as he attempts to fall asleep under the covers that don’t smell like him. This isn’t weird, he thinks. Is this weird? Does Kirishima think this is weird? He’s clearly overthinking. This is just something friends do. Kirishima’s just being a good bro. That’s all.

A considerable amount of time later, Bakugou finds himself standing in the middle of a field. It’s cold, and the sky is a warning shade of cloudy yellow. Wind whips around his shoulders, brushing the stalks of wheat around him. Suddenly, there’s a shadowed figure standing in front of him. Bakugou steps closer, and it’s Kirishima, his hand extended. Bakugou takes it, as he has in many dreams before, although not quite like this.

But there’s something wrong. This isn’t Kirishima. The hand he’s holding turns into two. Then two turns to three, and so on until Bakugou is holding one hand of many of the villain who captured him all those weeks ago. Bakugou tries to run, but it’s no use. His feet are anchored to the ground, and his mouth is dry. He can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t-

Bakugou wakes up seconds later, warmth around his waist, under covers that don’t smell like him. His heart pounds and his head aches, and he wants to puke. He’s not sure where he is, but there’s a very familiar voice talking to him under the sound of his heavy breathing. Bakugou turns his head to the side, and it’s Kirishima. It has to be Kirishima.

“Shhhh,” his voice soothes, “it’s gonna be alright. You’re gonna be okay, alright? I’m here. Don’t worry. Okay?” Bakugou inhales Kirishima’s comforting smell and attempts to fight back the tears that trickle from his eyes. Internally, he thinks he should be yelling at Kirishima, scolding him for trying to make him feel weak. But another part of him wants to stay here, to let Kirishima comfort him and make him feel better. And that’s the part that wins.

So Bakugou finds himself putting his own arms around Kirishima, holding him without really thinking about it. He lets himself cry a little. He lets Kirishima whisper sweet nothings into his ear until he’s calmed down. He lets himself be a little bit weak.

A few minutes later, when Bakugou relaxes his death grip on Kirishima’s waist, Kirishima begins to sing. It’s soft, under his breath, but Bakugou hears every word.

You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are gray You’ll never know, dear How much I love you Please don’t take my sunshine away

When Kirishima’s done, Bakugou doesn’t want it to end. “Sing that again,” he whispers, voice slightly hoarse from crying. Kirishima adjusts his hold on Bakugou, clearly taken aback a little by the request, and sings the song again.

It’s been almost three years since Bakugou started sharing a bed with Kirishima. Sometimes they spend nights in his own room, but most of the time they’ll sleep in Kirishima’s. Bakugou still has the nightmares, but since he’s slept with Kirishima, they’ve gone away for the most part. It’s been almost three years they’ve shared with each other, with their classmates, with their friends. But that all has to come to an end.

Bakugou walks into Kirishima’s room the night before they graduate. He’s clearly not himself, and Kirishima notices. Bakugou sits on the bed and rests his head on Kirishima’s shoulder, then takes a deep breath.

“Is everything alright, Katsuki?” Kirishima asks gently. He brings Bakugou a bit closer and wraps his arm around his shoulders.

Bakugou exhales sharply. “No,” he admits, feeling vague pressure build behind his eyes. He won’t start crying. He won’t.

“Hey.” Kirishima presses a gentle kiss to the crown of Bakugou’s head. “We’re gonna be okay. We’re living together, remember?”

“‘M not an idiot,” Bakugou responds, annoyed. Of course he remembers. They went and looked at their apartment for the fifteenth time this week yesterday. “Just. A lot of things are changing. That’s all.”

“Hey, hey, hey, Kat, I know you want us to start off at the same agency and everything, but maybe it’s better this way.” Kirishima’s words have a comforting lilt to them, one that always calms Bakugou down. “The world’s just not ready for both of us yet. At the same time, anyway.”

Bakugou nods, then sits up and puts his arms around Kirishima, finally giving in to the emotions. “I just don’t want you to get hurt,” he says through his tears. “I don’t want you to get hurt and I can’t do anything about it.”

“Yeah,” Kirishima admits, “I don’t want that either. But we’re gonna be okay, Katsuki, you’ll-“

“Stop saying it’ll be okay and sing.” Bakugou’s words aren’t laced with anger this time. They’re raw and wanting and vulnerable, and Kirishima complies, hugging Bakugou back as he starts to sing.

You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are gray You’ll never know, dear How much I love you Please don’t take my sunshine away

Kirishima sings to Bakugou until he falls asleep, under covers that smell like him, and gives in to a dreamless rest, content.

One year later and Bakugou gets a call. He’s not on patrol this morning, but he has an evening shift after Pinky, who he’s reluctantly agreed to cover for. Bakugou answers his phone with his signature annoyance, his tone screaming “I don’t have time for this”.

“What do you want,” he groans.

“Is this Ground Zero?” the caller answers professionally. Bakugou rolls his eyes. He’s probably been signed up for another junk mail subscription again.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“It’s Red Riot, sir. He was injured on patrol and he’s in the hospital. He’s asked to see you.” Bakugou’s heart races, and it takes a will of steel not to blow up his phone out of nervousness.

“Tell him I’ll be right there,” he answers, and hangs up the phone while dashing out the door. The train ride there takes too long. He struggles to calm his nerves the whole way, from his apartment to the train to Kirishima’s room, where he’s promptly instructed to keep it down.

Kirishima doesn’t look very well. His face is paling, hair drooping slightly out of its spiked demeanor. On his left side is a gash about the size of Bakugou’s forearm. Bakugou realizes right away what’s going to happen. He rushes to Kirishima’s side, heart pounding.

“Kat,” Kirishima whispers, almost inaudible over the beeping of the heart monitor. “You came.”

“Of course I came, Eijirou, are you stupid?” Bakugou spits. He quickly realizes his mistake and starts over. “You’re gonna be alright. Okay? It’s gonna be-“

“Katsuki.” Kirishima’s smile is fading quickly. “I’m going to miss you.”

“Don’t you dare be like that, you’re going to live, I-“

“There’s nothing they can do.”

The words sink in quickly, and Bakugou’s eyes well with tears. “I love you, Eijirou,” he gets out, and takes Kirishima’s paling hand.

“Kat?”

“Yeah?”

Kirishima’s breath gets shallower. “Sing.”

Bakugou summons every last bit of courage he has in him, and takes a deep breath.

You are my sunshine My only sunshine You make me happy When skies are gray You’ll never know, dear How much I love you

Kirishima’s breath slows to a stop, and the heart monitor flatlines.

Please don’t take my sunshine away

#WHATHTA you SENT ME CHARACTER DEATH??????? noooo it was so sweet and good and angsty wAHHH #krbk #cw character death #anon submission #submission

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heyleafmealone · 4 years

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The development of dairy cattle breeding industry

With the development of the economy and the improvement of living standards, people's demand for milk and dairy products has greatly increased, and national policies have also vigorously encouraged and supported the production of dairy cows. The dairy industry has achieved unprecedented development. The rapid development of China’s major dairy groups has led to the development of China’s dairy farming industry, as well as the development of many industries such as plantation and animal husbandry, and gradually formed a dairy industrialization chain with dairy processing enterprises as the core. China's dairy industry has made a huge contribution. Judging from the current development of the dairy group, the dairy farming industry has become a growing industry. Let's take a look at the development of the dairy industry and several ways to promote the development of the dairy industry.

Several methods to promote the development of the dairy industry

1. China's dairy industry needs relevant consulting agencies

Consultation itself is a highly technical skill. It is an advanced form of veterinary services and is more valuable than simply treating sick cattle. According to reports, Europe and the United States have developed trainings such as Cow　Signals, 　Consult　the　Cow, 　Consulting　Services, etc., and have begun commercial operations. In my country, there is very little training that focuses on the field of ranch. Cultivating and forming this skill requires professional training and long-term training.

2. The development of the dairy industry needs to update the concept

In the past, veterinarians believed that as long as all the sick cows were cured, the entire herd would be healthy, so they were busy treating clinical diseases every day. If you hear that a certain veterinarian has a high level of operation in the ranch, it means that he has a high level of surgery. Hundreds of real gastric displacement operations have been performed within a year. The success rate is very high. The pasture veterinary industry is developing towards treatment and surgery, struggling to cope with the treatment of sick cattle. The biggest progress in dairy veterinary research in Europe and the United States in the past 25 years is that the veterinary practice of dairy cattle has transformed from treating clinical diseases to preventing subclinical diseases. People have re-recognized that almost all diseases are caused by multiple factors, and the factors that cause diseases are also Being regarded as part of the disease, removing the causative agent also belongs to the category of disease prevention. Therefore, the veterinary industry now believes that all pathogenic factors that cause diseases are eliminated, infectious diseases are eradicated, all subclinical diseases are prevented, and the entire cattle herd is healthy; the pasture veterinary industry is geared towards preventing veterinarians and nutritional and metabolic diseases. The direction of prevention and pasture consulting. For example, the perinatal period is a stage where dairy cow diseases are highly prevalent. Data show that 75% of the diseases occur in this stage, and 25% of the elimination occurs within 2 months after delivery. Therefore, prevention and health monitoring of perinatal diseases should be done. Early detection and early treatment are essential to eliminate the disease in its budding state. In addition, although the animal husbandry has a history of thousands of years, it was not until the last 10 years that people discovered that understanding and meeting the behavior and environmental needs of cattle is very important, and failure to meet the needs of cattle is also regarded as part of the disease.

3. Managers of large-scale farms need relevant training

After the melamine incident, the scale of dairy farming in my country has become higher and higher, and ultra-large-scale pastures have continuously emerged. As of the end of 2013, more than 30 ranches have been completed and put into production. As a new thing, ten thousand head cattle farms have sprung up like mushrooms after the rain. Many aspects lack mature experience to learn from, and more need to explore suitable development paths and models. According to data provided by DeLaval, there are about 150 managers in the world who can manage large-scale ranches, while there are very few in China. This also urgently needs corresponding training, especially the ability to find and solve problems in production.

The managers of large-scale ranches need to be on-site to discover and solve problems. However, some ranches always sit in the office, even if they go to the production area just to watch the flowers, or to accompany the leaders to promote their own benefits. Turn a blind eye to the problems of the ranch. When analyzing the difference between Chinese and Israeli cattle farm managers, Israeli Daniel said: Chinese cattle farm managers are more like white-collar workers of the company, staying in the office most of the time, living comfortably and having superior office conditions; while Israeli cattle farm managers They are all commanded at the front line of production, analyzed the production data through the cattle farm management software, and then solved it in the first time.

4. Technicians of large-scale farms need relevant skills

In fact, the employees in the ranch are the ones who understand the production situation best. However, on the one hand, there is a general lack of corresponding knowledge and skills. On the other hand, everyone is only engaged in his own position, lacking coordination and comprehensive observation, understanding and analysis. There are huge differences between veterinarians in our country’s ranch veterinarians and foreign veterinarians, which are manifested in the following aspects: education, training and skills, and job content.

In terms of qualification education and professional skills, my country's cattle farm veterinarians have almost no threshold. The author conducted a statistics on large-scale ranches, showing that more than 80% of ranching technicians (veterinarians, breeders, breeders) have a technical secondary school education or below, and lack a systematic and comprehensive knowledge system and relative training.

A system of practicing veterinarians is generally implemented abroad. In the United States, you can become a veterinarian by taking 4 years of study and passing the National Veterinary Degree Examination (DVM). Only veterinary schools accredited by the American Veterinary Association Board of Education can issue DVM degrees. At present, 27 universities in the United States have certified veterinary schools. Approximately 2,100 students graduate each year; to become a practicing veterinarian, a DVM must pass a state government examination and obtain a license before practicing medicine.

#dairy cow #cow breeding #milk #dairy products #branching

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sope-and-shine · 5 years

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Christmas Special: Day 12

-> Pairing: Jin and Reader (ft. Taehyung) -> BNHA!AU // Hero!AU // Fluffy -> Word Count: 2.7k -> Summary: When your costume design for your winter suit isn’t what you asked for and no one is answering your requests to have it made correctly, at least you have a friend to protect you from the cold. -> Warning: Minor Character death // catcalling // suggestive and mild language

A/N: Taehyung’s girlfriend in this story is definitely not Admin Belle. Not at all. You’re crazy.

Ever since you were little, you dreamed of becoming a hero just like your brother: Tidal wave. He’s one of the current Top 10 heroes in the country - Top 50 in the world - and has saved over thousands of people! You remember when he was starting out as a hero in training, the days where he would come home and practice in the backyard and break another vase your grandmother kept lying around on the porch. Even with the training he received he still had a long way to go, but overtime, you saw the skills he acquired to become a better version of himself for others, and you watched him grow into the hero you know today.

And that one summer evening when you were 10, and he was out on patrol for the night, he had become your sole guardian without even knowing until he received the call from the hospital. You were finishing up your homework in you room when you heard the banging on the stairs, and when you got up to see what it was you’d found your grandmother lying at the bottom of the stairs. You called for an ambulance with tears in your eyes as you willed her to wake up and just hold on until help could arrive, but she passed before they could get her into a hospital room. You had been heartbroken and almost completely cleaned out of tears when your brother had turned up, but seeing Taehyung rush in with his hero costume on in the same panic you had been in, you couldn’t help but burst into tears once more. You remember throwing yourself into his embrace in an attempt to comfort yourself, but you can also remember how he held you just as tightly in an attempt to comfort himself as well.

It’s been 5 years since then, and the both of you have grown a lot. Taehyung secured his spot on the Top 10 list, he’s enrolled in college, he learned how to bake 4 batches of cookies in 2 hours without burning your house down, and he met a girl. You were surprised when he decided 3 years ago he still wanted to continue his education in case the situation should occur that he needs to retire from hero work, and you completely supported his decision since he’s always been supportive of you.

What you never counted on was him meeting Ara.

Admittedly, you were skeptical at first, being nothing that you would have expected from Tae’s previous relationships - then again, that’s probably why they’ve lasted more than 6 months at this point. She wasn’t mean or anything, but she was much different than any of the other girls. See, most of the girls Taehyung has ever dated have been a bit ditsy, to say the least; Ara was blunt and to the point about what she wanted. Most of these girls had super flashy powers that locked your brother into their grasps; Ara had nothing special about her except for her wit, charm, and her strange obsession with comics and video games that also captured your brother’s heart. The other girls treated you very kindly when they would meet you, but they were just too caught up in his looks to actually pull you into the equation. They wanted his attention to always be on them, and they usually left after they realized they wouldn’t be Taehyung’s main priority while he had you.

But Ara was a total 180 from them.

When he mentioned he took care of his younger sister to her, she immediately demanded to meet you. And when she showed up before you had decided to leave your Toothless onsie from How To Train You Dragon with the ears and tail attached, she vowed that she’d only continue dating him if she got to cuddle you - his “precious and adorable little sister” - when she came over to visit. Dates to the amusement park became a group trip where he was the third wheel instead of you, because his girlfriend loved both of you - but you always teased that she loved you more. She took on the role of a female figure in your life that Taehyung couldn’t fill after your Grandmother’s passing, and that’s probably what made Taehyung fall in love with her even more. They’d seen you off to your first date together, they’d watched your first heartbreak together, and they were there to celebrate your graduation from middle school together.

And when it came time, they helped you prepare yourself for your first year at the Big Hit Academy For Bulletproof Youths.

This academy was for the big leagues, and it was the same school your brother had attended at your age to become the amazing superhero he is today. Everyone you knew wanted to go to school here, and almost every Top Hero in the country studied at this prestigious school to get to where they are. You had every intention to be just like them, and you spent everyday training with your fellow classmates to ensure that you’d make your brother as proud as he made you.

You excelled in the classroom, always studying when you got the chance and even texting Ara for help with anything you were unsure of. In training, you always made sure to take note of your surroundings and study your opponent before you made a move, and that wit and quick thinking you have are what keep you at the top of your game. But most importantly, you always made sure to keep in the good graces of your fellow classmates. You could get as far as you wanted, but if you didn’t keep connections, then you wouldn’t get anywhere in this world. Taehyung was very specific when he gave you tips to stay above water in a school like the one you were attending, and he was very specific that this was the one piece of advice you couldn’t ignore. As always, he was right to do so.

Now, as the summer turns into fall, it’s time that everyone gets their upgraded costumes for the winter. You remember designing these costumes with Ara. She insisted that she be the one to help you, and that Taehyung would be no fun about your creative desires since he insists on a “dress check” before you leave the house every morning. Taehyung himself was not thrilled to be locked out of the room while the two of you worked on the designs, but something Ara said to him while you were working was enough to get him to sit on the living room couch with a pout as he angrily watched Finding Nemo instead. His pink hair and childish ways would make anyone think that he were the child of the house instead of you, but with Ara’s baby blue hair and her own childish attitude to go with his, there was no doubt they were a match made in heaven.

The costume you wear now was one that made everyone turn their heads. Not for its beauty or intricacy, but because you looked like a volleyball player with a tool belt and a stick taller than you. Unlike your brother, you had a genetic mutation with your quirk. Instead of the water manipulation that your brother had, you could manipulate anything; You had telekinesis. Nothing new, but powers weren’t always something special. It was how you used said powers that made you a good hero. The simple shirt and shorts concept made sure you were comfortable and wouldn’t be constricted by your costume. Your tool belt gave you extra tools in case you found yourself in a situation where you couldn’t manipulate anything else. Your ‘stick’ as everyone referred to it was actually retractable, and you kept it on you much longer than just at school. Whenever the situation came that you would manipulate yourself to float for a few seconds, you could extend your stick to push yourself or the danger away with a distance in between. But should it fail, you had your knee and elbow pads to take some of the damage.

Even so, you had faith that your costume design for the winter would be a hit compared to the one you wear now. So when you pull it out to find that it was less clothing than what you wore now, you were shocked. Your new costume was supposed to be a pair of black harem baggy joggers with pockets on your thighs, white knee pads to go on top, and a chain long enough that you could also use for long distance attacks. Your shirt was supposed to be a white short sleeve with a black cropped jacket with a fur lining, and a pair of white elbow pads to go with it.

What you pulled out was nothing that you would have ever put on your design sheet, and you know for a fact you didn’t. They had made you another pair of black shorts with a chain connected to it and mint green knee pads, your shirt was nowhere to be seen - only the cropped jacket with fur - and red elbow pads. Your more conventional snow boots weren’t even in the case you received, just a pair of dainty heeled boots instead. To say you were mortified was an understatement, and you were not about to put the monstrosity on.

You raise your hand and gain the attention of your half asleep teacher, “Mr. Min! They’ve made my costume wrong! I can’t wear this for winter, I’ll freeze faster than water!”

“You can file for them to replace it with the correct one, but you’ll have to wear it for training in the meantime.” He sighs, pulling the forms out of the top drawer of his desk without even blinking an eye,

Now, almost two weeks into December and snow lying on the ground, you were still stuck with the same costume you’ve filed to be replaced 7 times already. Your friends had been entertained the first few times you were forced to wear the monstrosity during your classes, but as the weeks drug on and you’d be starting your internship at an agency in a few days, they started to feel bad that nobody was answering your requests for the costume change. They were starting to get as upset as you were, and Taehyung was probably the most upset by this. He saw your costume during a festival, and he was ready to beat your ass and Ara’s for keeping it from him.

“How could you let that go?!” Taehyung demands, gesturing to you and your provocative costume while glaring at his just as equally confused girlfriend.

Ara was not about to go down for a crime she did not commit, “I didn’t do this! I helped her design a wholesome costume that God, Jesus, and Mr. Rodgers would approve of! This is blasphemy!”

The two continue their conversation, Ara swearing on God and doughnuts that she would never let you wear anything like that until you were at least 18. You’re classmates are left in confusion, “These are your care-takers?”

“Yeah...they are…” You sigh, your arms wrapped around yourself.

But now you were at the point where you just had to suck it up, no matter how much you hated it. Thankfully, you had at least one friend joining you in the field, even if Jin did make dad jokes at the worst times.

“How do you get a squirrel to like you? Act like a nut!” Jin says, bursting into his laugh that sounds way too close to a windshield wiper. He was a gravity manipulator, so you both thought interning together would be a good chance to help each other expand on your quirks. Only now, you regret having his bright demeanor when you just want to curl into a ball. “Wait wait wait, I’ve got another one...Why don’t eggs tell jokes?”

“Why don’t egg-“ “They’d crack each other up!” He yells, interrupting you before you could ask why. He laughs at himself until he catches your bored expression, “What’s wrong? You usually like my jokes.”

You sigh, “Don’t get me wrong, Jin. I love your jokes, but I’m not exactly in the best of moods right now.”

“That’s why I started to tell you my jokes!” He defends. When you just shrug, he takes a look at your dainty costume compared to his own long sleeved, long pants, and large coat that still allowed him to move freely as he needed to. You looked ten times more miserable than he did. “Your costume must really be uncomfortable.”

“It’s below freezing and I’m wearing shorts with a crop top. What do you think?” You spit with no regard for his feelings.

“Sorry.” He apologizes, looking away to the path ahead of you. You sigh, “No, I’m sorry. You were only trying to help and I was rude for no reason.”

As you both get back to your patrol, you turn the corner and approach a shop that’s crowded by a group of men outside. One of them catches sight of you, “Hey, cutie! You looking to warm up with someone special this year?”

“Such a pretty thing~ Why don’t you come inside and I’ll buy you a nice warm drink?” Another jests, looking at every piece of you except for your face.

“A drink for me? You boys are really something else nowadays~ I hate to break it to you fellas, but I’m spoken for already!” Jin calls back with an award winning smile. He shrugs off his coat and throws it over your shoulders, followed by his arm that pulls you as close to him as he can manage without breaking the happy facade he’s putting up, “Good luck finding someone more beautiful than me!”

The men look disgusted and confused, but they decide to ignore the both of you as Jin leads you far away. You’re almost back to your agency when you finally speak up again, “Thanks Jin.”

“It’s the holiday season, and all they can think about is shouting obscenely at women. If I saw anyone shout at my mother or my future daughter like that, then I would have decked him square in the mouth.” He admits, sounding like a completely different person than you had just witnessed, “I just figured you would like it better if there wasn’t any confrontation at all.”

“Well, you were right. I can’t wait to get out of this costume and into my sweater.” You sigh, already seeing the agency doors at the end of the block. You look up to Jin out of the corner of your eye, “But I did enjoy the looks on their faces when you thanked them for their offer.”

“And I gave up that offer to continue our patrol together. Honestly, I think someone owes me a meal.” He suggests. He turns to you with a shy smile and squeezes your shoulder a little, “Maybe I could take you out after this?”

“I’d love to, but I have dinner planned tonight with my brother and his girlfriend.” You say. Jin looks a little disappointed, and you can’t help but smile, “But I know Ara wouldn’t mind feeding an extra mouth.”

Jin looks happy, but a sudden thought has him looking concerned, “And your brother?”

“He’ll get over it when I tell him about the date you gave up for me.” You shrug.

And you were right about that indeed. When you showed up at your door with Jin next to you - both of you wrapped in your coats and his arm over your shoulder - Taehyung was ready to brawl if you wouldn’t have sent a warning text to Ara. She had her arms wrapped around your brothers torso to keep him from moving without her, effectively slowing him down enough for you to get Jin inside and showing him the house. (You would have shown him your room where you kept your gaming PC, but Taehyung would actually murder both you and Ara if it meant no more boi.) By the time you got to the dinner table, Taehyung had calmed down enough to listen to your day and warm up to Jin just enough to have an actual conversation instead of an interrogation.

He liked him. You could tell.

And you weren’t surprised when they became the best of friends at the next dinner you invited him to.

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myherorp · 4 years

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THE QUIRK DATABASE HAS BEEN UPDATED !

incoming information on vigilante, achilles.

get to know them !

faceclaim: park chanyeol (exo)

name: seo bonhwa

vigilante name: achilles

gender & pronouns: male, he/him

age: twenty seven

occupation: self defence teacher

reputation: some view him as a traitor, a twisted disgrace you turned his back on everyone he swore to protect. others view him as a symbol of change, if he can stand against the injustices and twisted up ways of their society then maybe others can. his existence and actions have caused wide spread controversy and he’s seen as a very polarising figure.

the quirk !

quirk name: transcend

quirk description: able to transcend normal physical limits in combat and healing

abilities:

enhanced agility: possesses an extremely high level of agility that is useful in dodging attacks and moving across terrains

enhanced reflexes: possesses an enhanced reaction speed

enhanced endurance and stamina: body can last longer than a normal persons in terms of stamina and can endure higher levels of pain and injury

accelerated healing: heals injuries and wounds at an accelerated rate

weaknesses:

enhanced agility: can lead to exhaustion if overused

enhanced reflexes: is still limited to the abilities of his own body, he may be able to sense that a bullet is heading towards him but may not be able to dodge it even if he can attempt to

enhanced endurance and stamina: still has a limit to his stamina, especially if he is healing at the same time, and has to eat and drink a lot to keep his stamina up. can only handle pain up to a certain level and is body can still give out from injuries such as blood loss

accelerated healing: can not regenerate limbs or rid himself of illnesses, he simply heals faster. his healing takes away from his stamina and can leave him exhausted if he has to heal a large wound

mutation: bonhwa has gold blood and has ever since he was a baby. along with this he has gold markings that criss-cross his arms and legs as well as running up his spine. instead of having normal fingers the ends of his resemble claws with sharp nails that he can use when fighting, the skin at the end of his fingers is bright gold and blends into his skin in a gradient as it travels down to the rest of his hand.

the history !

triggers: miscarriage, death

golden. bonhwa’s mother had always said that was the first thing she thought when she saw him. her golden boy with his gold hair, eyes and markings. her golden miracle. after multiple miscarriages finally she had her baby boy in her arms and every day she told him how thankful she was for his existence. bonhwa was raised around love. even if his parents didn’t truly share it with each other despite their continued marriage they had buckets of it for their son. he never knew a life without love.

it took a while for anyone to work out bonhwa’s quirk had even manifested. there was no sudden event when he was able to control water like his mother or twist the rules of luck like his father. it was until he was seven and sat at the doctors that anyone realised bonhwa had been happily living with his quirk for years. he was simply enhanced is what the doctor had said, he didn’t possess any flashy power to go with his flashy appearance but instead he had enhanced physical prowess paired with enhanced healing. a subtle but respectful quirk.

after that day becoming a hero just seemed to fit for bonhwa. before, convinced he was quirkless, it had seemed impossible but now it all made sense. he was just better than most people, he was quicker, smarter, healthier, more talented. to not become a hero would be such an awful waste and his best friend agreed. together since they were in push chairs the pair were inseparable so if bonhwa was going to be a hero then so would jung. if bonhwa was going to train then jung would train with him and if bonhwa was going to get into u.y then jung would be right by his side.

and he was, always.

u.y was a dream. bonhwa winning the sports festival two years in a row. top of his class in all practical exams, he was a prodigy. agencies clambered over each other to have him intern with them though in the end he settled on a smaller combat agency because they were the only one that wanted jung too. and the dream continued, the best friends not only training together but now fighting side by side. taking down villains and then going out for dinner after still covered in dirt and laughing together. it was one night like that when bonhwa had finally had the courage to kiss jung and jung had kissed back.

they were even closer after that. they had their whole lives planned out together. they would graduate top of their class together, become sidekicks at the same agency, open an agency together as pros, get married, have kids, retire, grow old. everything was there and for a while it happened. their graduation had been amazing then followed by three energetic and fulfilling years as sidekicks where they climbed the ranks together. a duo through and through. it was only when they started looking into beginning their own agency that everything turned.

it had been just a regular patrol when a villain came out of no where, catching jung off guard and killing him. that’s what everyone said. that’s what the police report said, what their own pro hero said, what the other sidekicks said, what the hero commission said. it was simply bad luck but that never sat right in his gut. his mother tried to comfort him, said it was just grief and that eventually he would come to accept but he couldn’t. this wasn’t right. jung would never be caught off guard like that, he would never die so easily. so bonhwa began digging.

it took months but eventually after even going as far as to ask around villain group he found his answer. it came in the form as a folder on his bed, the bedroom window still left open from whoever had left it behind. bonhwa had thrown up when he read it then, then thrown a bookshelf across his room and then thrown up again. the hero commission. the pair had never fully liked the organisation, had done their best to stay away from it but apparently that wasn’t allowed. they’d been too close to starting an agency entirely removed from the commissions controls. they didn’t have their claws in bonhwa or jung or any of the sidekicks they were planning to take on so they had to eliminated and it was decided that would be achieved by getting rid of jung. without one the other would never get up again as a hero after all.

bonhwa had been rabid, taking the folder to his pro hero only to be told to not talk of such stuff, to ignore it, to move on. getting the same reaction from everyone he approached about the fact that the hero commission had murdered a hero simply because they couldn’t control them.

it was a letter from the commission themselves that led to bonhwa cracking. they wanted a meeting with him to discuss his recent allegations against them. he didn’t go. instead he brunt his hero costume and his license and the agency he had called home for three years and one of the hero commissions offices. the one they’d wanted to meet him at. all of it up in flames in one night because he couldn’t be a hero any more. not for them and he couldn’t work alongside those who turned a blind eye to further their careers. so to hell with it all.

–

it’s a year later sat in a dingy villain and vigilante infested bar that someone decides to poke him about it. “so when are you changing your name?”

“what the fuck are you talking about?”

“you ain’t no hero any more, boy. shouldn’t be running around with a heroes name.”

“don’t give a shit, it’s my name. i can’t change my name.”

“why the fuck not?”

–

his eyes were sparkling, they always did that when he got excited, bonhwa was obsessed with it. “achilles!”

bonhwa having to blink for a moment to get himself out of his trance, throwing jung a frown. “what?”

“you should call yourself achilles.” he was looking stupidly proud of himself, it was cute.

“why?”

“well he’s a great hero isn’t he? the strongest of his age, blessed by the gods, drop dead gorgeous.” he was giggling as he said it.

“i think paris is meant to be the gorgeous one actually.”

“fuck paris, that’s a stupid name. you should be achilles, it’s what i’m going to call you anyway. don’t care what you have to say to it.”

“does that mean you’re my patroclus?”

“maybe. if you want me to be, achilles.”

the personality !

bonhwa has always been overly arrogant, a fault of having parents that never dragged him down and the talents to make him believe he’s always better than his peers. it hasn’t gotten better with age and he doesn’t care to try and hold down his ego, he’s strong and talented and everyone should know it. he can be sarcastic and rude, not caring much if he offends or upsets people. not anymore. he used to try to be more personable but he’s soured over the years. he has a big and brash personality and doesn’t see much point in holding it back any more. if people hate him, then they hate him and he’ll deal with that. he doesn’t seek approval or care if he gets it. that doesn’t mean all kindness and loves has been cut from him though, its still there but he keeps it hidden. it’s easier if it’s hidden, keeps him safe.

#myheroaccepted #myherofollow #death tw #miscarriage tw

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