#Parent Kaminari

[definetelysaidatua]

Deku: Kacchan remember how we were worried abou Denki’s F-U-T-U-R-E?

Denki: guys you don’t have to worry about my furniture

[dolliedarlin]

DADA! | ONE ⏤Denki K.

BAKUSQUAD ENDEARMENT SERIES PART 3 : DENKI KAMINARI 

SUM. :  it was supposed to be more than a one night stand and a great weekend spent together; there was a connection, the time spent together was special...so why did it all just stop? 

PAIR. : Denki Kaminari x Single Mother Reader

LENGTH : 3.7k

G. : misunderstandings ; so much misunderstanding! ; unnecessary suffering on both sides ; single parent au ; single mother reader ; father kaminari ; but he doesn’t know that yet ; prohero au ; timeskip au ; angst for now ; slight fluff ; new beginnings? ; kirishima is a good friend ; kaminari is going through some stuff ; mutual longing

A/N : sorry it took so long to put this out, i really didn’t like the first several drafts of it and the plot arc needed a lot of tweaking. this is also just the start so it’s a bit short but there’s a lot to come, i promise! enjoy the read, dolls! all my love x

New beginnings need an equally new environment so that the pristine setting can sufficiently accommodate your grave yearning for a clean slate. It’s only been a few days but there’s a particular type of comfort that comes with living in a new place. Not only that, it saves you from ever remembering the once happy and now bitter memories held in your old home. 

It’s silly, really.   

To think that you would move houses just to keep from being reminded of the magical night and weekend you spent with a certain electrifying prohero. Nevertheless, here you are, fully moved into a recently available penthouse apartment and with a noticeable bump in your tummy as you were already in your second trimester. 

You can be rightfully bitter towards the man responsible for your current lonely circumstance but knowing that you would soon have such a precious gift to centre your new life around was enough motivation for you to keep going. 

You’re capable of letting a man go but not your baby. 

Despite having a new backdrop in your everyday life, oftentimes, when you have an absent pause to think about random things occurring at that moment, you fall victim to those same sweetly haunting memories. Underlined by a warm gentleness that tries to comfort you in spite of the hollowed emptiness it carves into your chest, leaving you to ache for the missing piece that slipped through your fingers. On your lips is a small, heavy smile and brows are stitched up and furrowed tightly; it’s a perfect illustration of your consistent internal conflict. 

That weekend was such a complicated and jumbled mix of emotions and experiences. It felt as if you had lived through an entire high school romance with this man in the span of only 2 days. He had made such good love to you and didn’t stop, even outside bedroom activities. After such a deeply passionate and heated few hours, he spent equally as much time, if not more, cherishing you and worshipping your entire being, not just your body. He made you laugh so hard that, at times, you cried. And the rest of your time spent together, he made you feel so loved, your heart ached with a longing that made you question why you hadn’t met him sooner. 

Those two blissful days were spent away from all outside sources, your phones tucked away and silent, leaving the two of you to immerse yourselves in your own secluded world - a paradise only meant for you two. Sometimes, he cooked for you and sometimes you cooked for him. His dishes were a rather poor and sad attempt but seeing the determination in his gaze over the stovetop made the food taste better than any gourmet restaurant dish you have ever indulged in. He serenaded you over karaoke, cuddled you close through ghibli films and never stopped peppering you with kisses and affectionate nuzzles. He was childish and handsome and a dream to be with. 

Those two blissful days were spent away from all outside sources, your phones tucked away and silent, leaving the two of you to immerse yourselves in your own secluded world - a paradise only meant for you two. Sometimes, he cooked for you and sometimes you cooked for him. His dishes were a rather poor and sad attempt but seeing the determination in his gaze over the stovetop made the food taste better than any gourmet restaurant dish you have ever indulged in. He serenaded you over karaoke, cuddled you close through ghibli films and never stopped peppering you with kisses and affectionate nuzzles. He was childish and handsome and a dream to be with. 

God! You were so in love! So deeply in love with him.  

He wasn’t like any other guy that had tried to court you before and, even though you were now in such a miserable situation, you could never bring yourself to regret going to the charity gala or spending the following weekend with him. 

If only he didn’t break your heart so cruelly. 

Was it all an act? 

You didn’t want to believe it but what other option was there for you? The only person who could possibly ease the turmoil in your head and chest was not there to do so. 

You vividly remember the Monday morning you saw him last as you were rushing to work. It was the first time you were ever late to attend a meeting with an important and recurring client… 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“I’m sorry to be in such a rush like this, Denki,” you apologised, downing your coffee and regretting it the instant your tongue blistered up from its hot temperature. 

“No worries, beautiful,” he stands from his seat at the island counter, “I’ll be heading to work soon enough as well,” he pulls you in by the waist and passionately locks you in a deep kiss, one that you never wanted to pull away from.

“Here’s my number, please call me soon,” you pant from the zealous kiss, hurriedly scribbling down your digits on a sticky note and rushing off, “feel free to leave whenever and don’t worry about locking the door on your way out, the housekeeper will do it; i already messaged them! Goodbye!”

‘I love you!’ it was on the tip of your tongue but you hesitated- 

“Will do! I love you babe! Take care!” 

Smiling bitterly at the memory, you clenched your hands into tight fists beside you and dug your nails into your palm, why did he say that when he never intended to keep his word? 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Saved from your gradually drowning mind, you rush to the door, your hand instinctively placed on your belly as you open it to reveal a woman and a little girl with cute blonde hair ribboned up into adorable twin pigtails. 

“Why hello there,” you coo softly at the adorable little girl rocking back and forth on her heels, “what brings you two here?” you smile at the two. 

“Good morning, I hope we’re not disturbing you. I’m Yua and this is Katsumi, we saw you move in last week and Katsumi here wanted to gift you something,” both you and Yua turn to the little girl as she bounces up with her arms raised at you. In her small hands, she held a prettily wrapped gift with a lace ribbon to tie it together. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you two, I’m (Y/N). Thank you so much, Katsumi, for your very kind gesture,” offering up two open palms for her to place her gift into, which she promptly did with a widened smile.

“You’re welcome! I hope you find it yummy!” At her comment, you bring the gift to your nose and take in the sweet smell of baked goods. 

“It smells divine; it must be very good!” you smile widely and giggle when Katsumi cheers happily. 

“Take good care of your place, it was mine and daddy’s old home,” 

“Oh?” you raise a brow, gently prompting her to elaborate. 

“Daddy and I moved into Mommy’s place now so we can see each other every day, hehehe~” you look up at Yua, who smiles bashfully. In your head, you can piece together their story and feel a warmth bloom in your chest. What a cute little family. 

“I’ll make sure to take good care of your old home, Katsumi, thank you for the present,” you bend down to gently pat her head, lifting your spare hand off your pregnant belly in order to do so. 

“Oh! Congratulations!” Yua voices in excitement, finally noticing your pregnancy as you straighten up and feel your cheeks get warm. 

“Th-thank you,”

“Oh? Did something special happen?”

You share a smile with Yua at Katsumi’s comment before explaining, “I’m expecting a baby and I have four more months to go,”

“Oh!” Katsumi’s pretty ruby eyes sparkle with interest and you have to suppress a giggle, “Is your baby gonna be a boy or a girl like me?”

“It would be wonderful to have a sweet little girl like you Katsumi-chan but I’m having a little boy instead,” feeling that the conversation will go for longer than you expected, you gesture for them to come in and sit in the living room. Happy to oblige, they take up room on your sofa as you go about plating the baked goodies you were gifted. Yua had promptly offered to help but you waved her off gently with a smile. Despite being 5 months along, you can still do this much. 

“Like Ren!”

“Who’s Ren?” you ask curiously, centering the plated cookies and hand out complimentary glasses of milk. Naturally, Katsumi digs in as soon as she’s given the chance to as Yua reddies a napkin to wipe at her messy cheeks. A very cute mother and daughter pair. 

“He’s my best friend! He’s super nice! You’ll like him too!” Katsumi says through a mouthful of cookies that she washes down with big gulps of her milk. 

“Then I’m sure I will like him instantly, any friend of yours is a friend of mine,” you smile as Yua offers Katsumi her glass of milk as the little girl had already finished hers.

“That reminds me!” Yua claps her hands together and smiles in delight, “Akina, Ren’s mother, is also pregnant, I think you’re further along than she is but we should all get together for lunch or something,”  

“Oh? That might be nice, I have nothing better to do so making a new pregnant friend might do me some good, especially since this is my first pregnancy,” you giggle as Yua joins you. 

“That’s perfect! It’ll be Akina’s second pregnancy so I’m sure she can help you out if you need some advice. I’ll try to get everyone together soon! Can I have your number?”

“Of course!” you’re so happy for the companionship, even though your family supports you, they live far away and have their own lives to worry about. You weren’t openly judged by them but your family largely lives off the philosophy of independence, a concept you hate but are somewhat grateful for as it’s led to your success. It’s only when you finally realise how lonely you’ve become that you despise the teachings of your family. For your baby, you will live differently and with more love and affection; the first step towards that will be having a stable friendship group. Yua hands over her phone with a new contact page open, you’re quick to type in your contact details, there is a pause however as you realise you’re typing your work contact and pause to remember your personal number instead. Flushing at the embarrassing delay, you hand back Yua’s phone with haste.

“When will you be free?” Yua asks as she tucks her phone away, the two of you leaving Katsumi to devour the gift she made for you; you didn’t mind, just seeing her eat made you feel full. 

“I’d be happy to meet up tomorrow, I’ve been feeling kind of lonely,” you bashfully admit as Yua gives you a warm smile. 

“That sounds perfect! I know I’m available tomorrow and I’m pretty sure Akina is too but I’ll have to double check. Do you have a favourite dessert or common pregnancy craving? I can bake us something nice to share,” 

You ponder for a moment and shrug, “Anything sweet will do it for me,” the comment makes Yua laugh and nod in understanding. 

“I’m sure I can whip something up then,” Yua then turns to the contentedly smiling little girl beside her, who mercilessly consumed half the chunky cookies she had brought over, “Katsumi it’s time to go, cupcake,”

“Okay! Thank you for having us over and for sharing your cookies with us miss (Y/N)!” She grins brightly with crumbs all over her mouth and cheeks and you have to resist reaching forward to squish them between your fingers, mentally thanking Yua for interrupting your urges by wiping at her messy appearance once more. 

“It’s no problem, sweetie, please come over again soon, I already love having you as company,” the praise makes her nose turn up slightly as she hums in self-gratification. Katsumi had, at first, been worried that you may be like all the horrible women chasing after her father but she was glad her mom encouraged her to be a good neighbour first; you’re a really nice lady and you’re already good friends with her mom so that’s extra good points in your favour.

“And if you need anything at all, we’re right next door so please give us a shout,” Yua offers, “Katsuki says pregnancy is as tough as being a prohero and always offers to help Akina and Eijiro whenever they need him, so we happily extend the same courtesy to you,”

“Thank you so much!‘ you beam happily, incredibly grateful for their selflessness. If only your own family was this openly supportive and kind. 

With a warm goodbye and promise to meet again soon, you see your two new friends out and return to finally enjoy your first cookie. Humming is content, you sigh from bliss. Such a sweet taste. 

“You’re really off your game, Denki, you need to sort out whatever it is that’s throwing you off. It’s becoming a danger to everyone on the field,” Kirishima comments as the two sit in opposite hospital beds with bandages covering their unnecessarily sustained injuries. 

“I-I’m sorry man…” Kaminari sighs in exasperation, seated at the edge of his bed with his hands grabbing at his blonde hair as he leans forward. The shame swirling within him force his eyes and face away from his close friend and teammate’s eyes, “I just can’t get her out of my head…how could she do that to me?” the blonde begins to ramble as his red-headed friend looks on at him in sympathy, “Give me a non-existent number? Did she not want to keep in contact after all? I’ve dated many girls trying to settle down and I thought she was the one! She’s everything I could ever want in a girl! Beautiful, kind, smart, funny, put together! She actually laughs at my silly jokes, and she has the most beautiful laugh too…” Kaminari smiles and falls back with a dreamy sigh, “She has me on a leash and I want to love her with my everything but instead she plays such a cruel joke on me,” he almost sobs at his miserable reality, “I can take rejection, I’ve had to go through so many already but this…this was too much…she knows I love her, why would she do that to me?”

“Look man…” Kirishima rubs the back of his neck, deep in thought and concern for one of his closest friends, “I don’t know…how can you say you love someone after just one weekend with them?”

“I just do, okay?!” Kaminari snaps, sitting up to glare at his friend, “I love her and that’s not going to change! Don’t try to convince me otherwise, I know we did things backwards but I would do anything for her. She’s not like those other girls, I can see right through them, they’re pretty but (Y/N) is beautiful. They’re sweet but (Y/N) is kind and gentle and loving and funny and charming and mean, in the best way! She makes it so easy to love her. If I could, I would give her the world…” The frustration and sadness coursing through him brings about a static to surround Kaminari’s frame, charging the surrounding metals momentarily. 

“Have you tried going to her place?”

“I did but I was too late! She was never there when I went to visit and the last time I went, the gardeners working on the estate told me she had moved out! I spent the best, most blissful two days of my life in that house and she just left it!” Kaminari feels the prickling of tears surface as he breaks down, the heartbreak suffocating him and making it unbearable to even exist. Unable to look at his friend’s broken down state much longer, Kirishima steps forward and pulls the blonde up into a standing hug. 

“Why don’t you take a break from hero work, at least? Clearly you need time to think and get yourself together, it’s better you do that away from villains who could cause you and others harm,” Kirishima advises with gentle comforting pats on his best friend’s back. 

“...m-maybe you’re right,” Kaminari sighs, the emotional exhaustion evident in his droopy eyes and slouching figure, “look man, I’m sorry for being such a bum…I know you and Akina are expecting and that’s great news I just-...I’m sorry for making this all about my shitty love life,”

“Think nothing of it, Akina’s more worried about cooking for and feeding you herself; she says you’ve lost too much weight these past couple of months and insists on cooking extra portions so that I can bring it over to you. Just get those muscles back and stop worrying about my pregnant wife, okay?…” a scary look begins to cross over Kirishima’s face as he looks down at his blonde friend and colleague, “Because we all know how bad stress is for the baby, right?” Despite Kirishima’s grinning face, Kaminari felt a shiver run down his spine and nods frantically. 

“Yeah yeah! Of course, man! Sorry about that!”

When Kaminari had work, at least he was minorly distracted before his mind wandered off to you. Now that he's on leave for ‘mental wellbeing’, as he’s submitted it, he has nothing to distract him and so his mind is always wandering off to the time you two spent together. What bliss. If heaven was a time and place on earth, it would be those two euphoric days. 

The first time he saw you, you made his heart stop beating and when you flashed him an innocent smile, the surroundings blurred around him, making you the sole focus of his stare. In that one moment, he already knew that he had to make you his and himself yours. So he approached you, nervous as could be but after the introductory ‘hello’s, conversation flowed smoothly, better than smoothly, in fact. It was as if the two of you had spent all your lives together as close friends and were catching up on things after some time spent apart. You shared laughs and got closer and closer until eventually, the two of you were leaving the venue together and spending the night and weekend at your place. 

The night of the gala didn’t end with just amorous, fiery sex, there was also a lot of affectionate aftercare, timid kisses and pillow talk that ranged from deeply meaningful chatter to musings of the most irrelevant things.

That was the most memorable weekend of Kaminari’s life. 

He never cooks for anyone, primarily because he knows that he’s horrible at it but he did his best to cook you breakfast the following morning and you didn’t berate his cooking skills at all, you just sat down and ate it with a smile on your face. Kaminari never thought you could become even more beautiful but he was wrong. Was it your quirk? A quirk that charms others and makes them submit to you? If so he’d happily be the one to fall for your charm. 

Your time together felt like you were just two normal people in love. He wasn’t a prohero with expectations and responsibilities and you weren’t… He sighs, realising, once again, that he never asked you what you did. Not that it mattered to him, the connection you two shared, the spark that became a flame and continues to burn within him even now, was what truly mattered. It was so easy to get lost in one another and forget about the rest of the world when it was just the two of you that weekend. His one regret was that, it’s now so difficult to find you himself other than the few things he does know. 

Everything hurts now but Kaminari doesn’t regret spending that weekend with you. He will never regret loving and being loved by you no matter how much it hurts him to think about it.

Back from his mental health break, Kaminari is on patrol once again. His time spent away helped him centre himself and better handle his thoughts atop doing his hero work but he still can’t stop thinking about you. It’s never going to be easy forgetting someone who he felt destined to meet. 

Today he was patrolling a relatively calm district just to ease into the work day. The morning was quiet and peaceful, some fans politely held conversation with him and took some photos every once in a while but it mainly remained serene until a swarming crowd apprehends his attention as he nears the exit point of the park he had been walking through. The mob’s violent movement as an angry horde of bodies made a scowl form on his face, their demanding shouts for answers weren’t hard to miss nor were their flash photography. Paparazzi, the lowest of all scum.  

[akatsukitrash]

Quick sketch of 22 years old single father Izuna and his two children, Fuujin (daughter, on his back), and baby Raijin. One of the last moments he spends with them before being killed by Tobirama. Raijin will appear soon in FBWD as Mikoto's father!

[saddest-clown]

Nannie’s love…

Warnings: violent actions/thoughts,mental illness(bipolar disorder and ocd),delusions,sexual content ,kidnapping,cursing,and other things

Small Summary: You were a college student trying to live a normal life until you meet a popular pro Hero couple that needs help watching their children while they’re out doing hero work…nothing bad will happen right?

“Y/n and the number one pro hero Deku got nominated the best pro hero couple of the year going on 3 years now!! Mr.Midorya what would you like to say to the people of Japan?!”

“I would just like to say thank you to everyone for the support but one bigger thanks to the love of my life Y/n. Honey? Y/n”

“Y/n”

“Y/n

“Y/n”

“Y/n”

“Y/n!”

A slam on the table wakes me up from my day dream. I jolted up to look up at my professor. I look around the room to understand that I wasn’t in a interview with reporters and my hero crush. Just in my classroom…yeah that’s right just my class. With colorful posters with images of brains and other psychology symbols on them,pencils on desks,and shuffling of paper.

“I’m so sorry Sensei..I just got in my head again I guess…”

“Yes yes I understand you’re not the only one spacing out in my class. I know with the new semester has you guys a bit stressed but you have to stay on top of your work and grades. I can promise your future will thank you for all of this..! Now back to what I was explaining.”

I tried my best to listen but I really couldn’t. I had to go visit my doctor after this and I’m a bit worried about the report I’ll give him. My ocd is trying to get better but I’ve been more stressed and anxious its been kinda hard to control. Ive had more contamination ocd for the past couple of weeks..let’s say it’s been a trip. B-but it’s better than the “Checking” phase I had the past few months.

As I continued to pay some kind of attention to my professor the bell rings signaling that it is now time to go home.

“Okay everyone have a good rest of the day and don’t forget to do your homework and study hard my futures.”

I can never understand how someone could be so cheerful all the time. But non the less I actually study and do my homework when he calls us that. Weird huh? Welp that’s how my life is, a lot of things are weird around here..Packing my things into my backpack I walk down the halls of my boring school halls. I don’t really remember how they look.. The first time I saw them they were colorful and vibrant but now they’re… they’re…Empty?I don’t know why my brain plays tricks on me..maybe I should tell my doctor about this. The music of my choice blasts through my ears trying to find something to enjoy in this boring hallway of my hallucinations. I can be aware of my mental illness but sometimes I just choose not to be.

But enough of all that. My name is Y/n L/n. I’m 20 and I study child development and behaviors. I plan to find a way to understand children that are kinda like me. That had to grow up like me.. have the same mind as me. To give them a better life than I did. Also I just love kids. They’re so cute and innocent..aren’t impure unless taunted with. Kids all have different personalities so you’ll never know what to expect. That could either be good or bad but I want to experience both.

It was kinda chilly out. The wind blowing in the trees,blowing leaves, and even my hair. But the weather was never unpleasant. It put me at peace knowing it wasn’t rainy simply because I was outside. Seeing different faces on the strangers getting through their day intrigued me. Like I could make up my own little story about them. The difference their noses ,lips,eyebrows and everything thing else just makes me want to know more about them. But I would never have the guts to speak to people.

I feel as if I’m just not important enough to just talk to people. Like I would ruin someone’s day if I talk to them. So why bother? When I could potentially ruin the loop of our spaghetti. I wouldn’t take that chance. I won’t take that chance..

I walk into my favorite cafe to rest up and study a bit. This little cafe brings me so much joy to see the variety of people that come in. At this time the Lolitas come in with their poofy dresses and petticoats.I would love to dress like that. I’ve made plans to go and buy some clothing but have been too rapped up school and such. I’ve been wanting to rent an apartment and not live with my grandparents but they don’t think I can handle it. Everyday I try to prove to them that I can in fact take control over my own life. Most people with the mental illness I have don’t even take their medication or go see a fucking doctor for crying out loud!? But they just can’t seem to trust me… with anything. Not even a relationship

*Ding*

I’ve never really been interested in who walks into the door but something was itching me to look up.. and

Oh My God

I don’t know if my brain is playing tricks in me b-but it’s him!! Walking into my favorite cafe. This has to be a dream how could this be happening right now!? Multiple people run in the cafe begging him to sign the object they pledged in his face. Still in all this chaos he still is so kind to people. He signs everything and even took pictures with everyone free of charge too!!

Deku has always been my crush to the time he was still in UA competing in the sports festival. All the merch they came out with I would always have my grandparents to buy it. Hoodies,posters,plushes, pajamas, action figures,beanies,pillowcases… let’s just say I had a hobby.

I just simply watch as women and the press bombard him with questions of all sorts. Usually he answers them….but this time he isn’t?

Wait what is he pointing at-…..

He’s making a path way for his wife… Ochako Uraraka. The pain in my ass. She’s the reason I’m a mopey bitch. All because she stole my destiny,my life… I was supposed to bear is children be the love of his life. It’s not fair. I’m way more attractive that her,hell she’s even lost the Top Hero Model show more than 5 times. She’s obviously manipulating him to stay with her bummy ass

He leads a path for her and their beautiful children away from the press. They’re are annoying sometimes so invasive to people’s privacy it’s a shame. Even I can tell people’s boundaries. I would never be that obsessed.

He goes to order things for them it seems. Surprisingly the press leaves that’s new. Usually they bitch about that being their job and all that bs.

Wait holy shit the kids are coming to sit to the table literally write next to mine..are they going to sit over here?! I can’t handle that oh my goodness I need to get the hell out of here..

“Excuse me miss but I noticed you here all alone.”

“Excuse me?”

“I know dats a bit weird of me but my daddy says to never leave anyone behind and so I decided to be a hero today and help you out.”

That brought a smile out of me. Seeing a child so eager to help a stranger. Not thinking of all the dangers he could encounter. Oh how the real world is going to eat him alive.

“Well thank you kind sir. I appreciate your kind gesture but don’t you think your mommy and daddy would prefer if you stay with them hm?”

I get up out of my seat and bend down to get a better view of his beautiful freckled face. He looks just like his dad maybe he would grow up to look better than him.

“Oh!! I forgot about those two. They’re usually too busy worrying about my little brother Inase.”

“Oh? Why is that little one. Matter of fact take a seat next to me. Vent a bit.”

“Oh thank you umm well my little brother can’t talk much. Like I can.”

“Really how old are the both of you?”

“I’m 5!!While he’s 3,but the thing is when I was three I could speak lots! Maybe they weren’t actually words but I was trying!!”

This is kid is actually really funny. I could see a little smile on his face when he realized his little joke made me laugh.

“That’s very nice little one,but maybe your brother just isn’t ready to start talking eh?”

“I know but it’s not very fair!! I started talking wayyy before him but he gets all the attention because he can’t talk. It’s wild and ridiculous if you ask me!”

I swear this kid has me in tears. I’ve never been around a child that expressive with a stranger before maybe because the lack of attention from his parents. Hmm this could be an opportunity for me to get more information.

“Hey what was your name again little one?”

“Oh yeah,pfft how rude of me. My name is Isaku Midoriya!! What’s yours?”

“Wow that’s an amazing name Isaku. My name is y/n l/n. But most of my friends call me pearl.”

“Wait.. I’m one of your friends?!”

I nod my head filling the child with excitement.

“THATS SO COOL!! I HAVE A NEW FRIEND YAYYY.”

I laugh at the child’s amusement until we heard foot steps coming our way. Oh lord here comes the devil women herself.

“Oh my gosh honey we were worried sick about you!! What did we tell you about wondering around without us!!”

“Moooooom I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was hanging out with my friend like you and daddy do all the time.”

“Isaku don’t argue back with your mother..just go wait in the car you two I’ll be right in with all of you.”

“Ughhhh whatever.BYEE PEARL I HOPE TO SEE YOU SOOOOON.”

I wave back at the small boy with a smile on my face while his mom took him away to sit in the car with his younger brother.

Now it was just me and Deku. Alone

“I’m so so so sorry about my son. He gets too comfortable with people. We try to tell him all the time that bad people exist but he never seems to understand that.”

“Oh no he’s fine. Haha umm yeah I totally understand. As someone who studies child development and behaviors I know how you feel.”

Damn was that too much information about myself? Fuck! I could have ruined it for my first impression.

“Oh? That’s very cool! So you know a lot about children am I correct?”

“Yeah ofcourse. Children are our future. They’re fundamental to how humanity continues when we die. And by the looks of everything not to but into your life but he was telling me some things that don’t look too great.”

He signs and rolls his hands over his face.

“I’m sorry I know it looks bad but I promise we’re trying our best. With his younger brother being so different than him when he was his age you know?”

“Yeah I understand. What differences do they have if you don’t mine me asking?”

“Well Inase doesn’t speak or really verbally communicate with people or us for that matter. He’s very antisocial and he can’t ever seem to understand a lot of emotions we feel.”

“Oh so he’s autistic.”

“Excuse me?”

“Shit I apologize, I meant that those signs are of autism. Not to diagnose your child because that’s not my job but studying children a lot of kids who experience the things you’ve been describing are symptoms or signs of autism. Maybe get him checked by a doctor. That could explain a lot of things.”

“Wow uh you’re good at what you do I’ve never thought of that before. Thank you truthfully for your perspective on this.”

“No problem,it is what I wanna do when I graduate.Could I suggest you something else too?”

“Ofcourse you’ve helped me out already take a crack at it!”

“Sooo little Insaku believes you two don’t pay enough attention to him and if you don’t know that can lead him into some..dark places.Also with Inase maybe being a child with special needs it can get hard for him knowing you two have hero work. Maybe investing in a babysitter or nanny could help you with some of your problems.”

“Wow I’ve never thought of that! Thank you Pearl was it? Maybe you would be a good nanny for my sons. Since Insaku already likes you and you know study child behavior for crying out loud.”

“Awww! I would be honored to watch your beautiful babies! But wouldn’t you need to get a day so with your wife? I wouldn’t want to just jump into you guys life without a warming or agreement.”

“Yeah that’s understandable.Here just write your number down here on this napkin and I’ll text you if my wife comes to a decision.”

I write my number down and try to push down the blush building up on my face. I’m very nervous but surprisingly pulling this off.

“Well it was nice talking to you Miss Pearl. I’ll text you when we come to a decision. See you soon.”

I wave him goodbye as he goes out to his car and drives away. Talking to him surely speed up the time. It’s now time for my doctor’s visit.

Walking to the office really has me thinking about the conversation I just had with my fucking childhood crush. The amount of chemistry we had is incredible.

I’ve never wanted to keep a conversation going that long ever. Not even with my doctor. I hope that Ochako gives me a chance and thinks about her kids.

I’m doing this for the children only ofcourse. I would never let a little crush I had over the years get in the way of my learning opportunities.

The smell of cleaning supplies hirs my nose. Thankfully my office smells good while some are ehh?

“Oh hello Ms.L/n! You’re here right on time. The doctor is waiting for you in the back. In your usual room.”

I nod my head at the desk woman. I’ve never asked her name before. Never really was interested still isn’t to this day to be completely honest.

Surprisingly he’s already here waiting for me.

“Why hello Ms.L/n,take a seat so we can get started.”

I sit down and look him in his eye.

“So how have your day been going so far today.”

“Well it was weird at first.”

“How so? Please do explain.”

“Well when my class was over and I was walking down the halls all the colors had faded from the walls. But then I meet my hero crush today! We had an amazing conversation. I might become a nanny for them!”

“Well look at you,finally getting out of your shell. But on the other hand has your “checking” phase go away yet with the new medication we’ve given you.”

“Oh yeah it has gone away but… I’ve had more “contamination” attacks recently. I’ve burned my hands like 5 times yesterday.”

“That’s good to know. Now we’re gonna prescribe you with some medicine to help with that. Okay and please missy think back to our method for understanding reality.”

“Yes sir, is that all we have to discuss here?”

“Umm yes it is, well you know the drill if you have any bad thoughts about anything give me a call. Make sure to take your medication and you’ll be fine.”

We both stand up ready to end the session. They’re normally pretty good. When I was younger they were way worse. I’ve improved since then.

“Oh yeah! I forgot, your grandma called me last week and told me that you made comments about wanting to see a plastic surgeon to get a breast lift. Are you still interested in that?”

“Oh I completely forgot about that. Umm yeah that was be nice I guess. I’ve just been a little insecure about my boobs lately I guess? I like the size of them they’re pretty but they’re just really droopy.”

“Well that isn’t uncommon dear. Your 20 years old your body is changing. Since you are interested ik text you my friends number. He’s a great plastic surgeon.”

“Thank you Doctor.”

“Of course nothings to hard for my favorite patient. Have a nice rest of the day.”

I waved at him and the desk lady. It’s crazy because I didn’t remember that honestly. Some people would get pretty upset at me for being insecure about my body since I’m built like a Tabe Koji character as some men have said. I didn’t know who he was at first until I looked him up and I can confirm I do look a lot like his female characters. But I’ve never been interested in fucking old men.

The train has always been my weakness. I’ve always been afraid to be on there on my own. The groping culture and just being around tons of people scare me a little. Especially the groping thing. I never really know if it’s real or not. So if I was to report them they would look at my mental illness and not believe me.

Breathe in and breathe out. That’s all I can do and pray that someone kind will let me sit in a seat. Or I can fake being pregnant to get a seat. I’m not that cruel what if an actual woman needs it.

I have to get over it the train is starting already. What song should I choose.. Oh well never mind Dark Red by Steve Lacy is already playing..

It’s not going that bad so far. Mostly women are around me and not so many men. Thankfully… Wait people are shuffling oh shit it’s already started… some poor unfortunate soul had already got groped.

I’ve never been the person to be like “as long as it’s not me” but in these situations that’s all that runs through my head.

Only a few more stops left… things are going good! No need to assume everything that’s gonna happen.

…huffing

Huffing dead in my ear. Like someone has just ran a marathon.

I can’t seem to look back I’m smushed between… no t-this can’t be happening right now. Everything was good!? Please god no! Not today every thing was going so well?!

Hands.. sweaty ones grip my waist. I can’t control my shuddering. Everytime I get on this damn train it’s a perv on here.

I feel it. A harsh grab of my chest.

“Yo get your filthy hands off my girlfriend you fucking bastard.”

“H-huh man I’m not doing anything I-I promise.”

“Yeah yeah get the fuck away from her now.”

The man rushes to get off at stop.. This is the first time someone has stopped a man from doing this. Interesting,I felt something deep inside be from the man’s raspy deep voice and dangerous approach. It was..sexy

“Thank you sir. Really I never expected anyone to help me really..”

“Whatever, You just looked really disturbed. It was cute kind erotic. You look like a women from the hentai I watch so I thought if someone’s gonna make you look like that I’ll be me.”

That took me by surprise

“Oh? What’s your name hero?”

“Oh honey I’m far from hero. But the names Shigaraki.”

*Ding*

The train stopped. It was my time to leave. That was interesting.. No one is actually here. Well not the man I was having a flashback of.

But however the man groping me was there. Yanking my shoulder from him.

“I hope I got your dick hard sir.”

Some men disgust me to the fullest. What if I was a high school girl? Not like they would give a damn. But that flashback… eh must been a fake scenario I have those all the time.

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Time skip 15 minutes walking to your apartment..

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Ah the smell of tea and cakes. That’s a good sign. My grandparents weren’t here to terrorize me like they always do. Great cause I need a nice hot shower.

Stripping out of me clothes. I turn on my shower. Thankfully I make enough money from disability to have a nice apartment that has a nice shower. It has so many different shower options it’s nice.

Feeling the hot water on my bare skin has me thinking back to the conversation me and Deku had..

Holy shit I’ve never wanted to touch myself to him since high school. I’ve never felt this way in… so long.

Thinking back to his facial expressions he made throughout our conversation. Oh his praise,

“Ughhh- ohh my godddd Deku I need you r-right now.”

He’s such a good dad. He trusts a stranger he meet at a cafe to watch over his kids. Fuck that’s so hot..

Coming to my high I released.

“Good get a grip Y/n.”

Drying my hair and starting my excessive skincare routine a ping on my phone catches me attention.

“Hey! Pearl me and my wife have come to a conclusion. We both would love to have you watch our kids we just want to do a little sit down and talk and you can get started! We’ll talk about the hours and payments tomorrow as well. See you then!”

（╹◡╹）♡

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OMGGG THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ON TMBLR AND IM VERY EXCITED TO FINISH THIS I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS~~

[ficsbynats]

Imagine you're at an international hero conference and you're infront of the elevator on 17th floor of the hotel, waiting, bent down and fixing your shoes in a hurry bcs you're already late to the conference. You're supposed to go in formal clothes so you decided to wear a traditional but formal outfit from your culture, so it took more time then you thought.

Suddenly the elevator ring chimes and you look up just as the door opens to see a very handsome stranger's face. You abruptly stand straight, your shoes tied and enter the elevator with an awkward cleaning of your throat.

The stranger is tall and well-built, he has short blond hair that reach his neck with bangs that part in the middle with a distinct black lightning bolt like streak of hair in one of the sides. He's clad in dark formal suit and tie. Glancing at his attire your attention turns back to your own. You lightly adjust your outfit and wear the official conference lanyard around your neck.

At that the man perks up, "hey you're here for the international hero conference?" He inquiries smoothly with a hint of intrigue and excitement in his voice.

You turn towards him and see the familiar lanyard around his neck as well.

"Yeah I am", you say nodding with a small smile

"You're a hero too?"

"Yup pro hero ___ at your service", you reply slightly bowing your head, "what about you?", Your extend a hand for him to shake.

The guy smirks looking at you, then taking your hand, "People call me chargebolt, but you can call me denki kaminari, ___" he says pulling your hand up to his lips with a smirk on his face then releasing your hand and stepping out of the elevator just as the doors opened at that moment.

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Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Stay safe <3

[artificial-sleep]

Hitoshi heard the roar of laughter echoing off the walls of his house as soon as he entered. A smile broke onto his face automatically as he crept inside, shutting the door behind him softly and setting aside his brief case, being careful not to make a sound. 

CW// ShinKami parents, fluff 🥰

He heard his toddler shriek from the kitchen, giggles erupting afterward as Denki's strained chuckles followed. Feet shuffling, shoes thudding against the wood floors as eager little legs carried the toddler around and around the island countertop like a carousel. Hitoshi took off his own shoes and walked with hushed steps to the kitchen where Denki had cornered their child between cabinets, creeping softly toward her with a wide smile. "Oh, I GOTCHA now!!" he exclaimed in victory, grabbing her and hoisting her into his arms as she squealed and screamed, giggling and squirming to try to escape his tight grip.

She melted into his arms as he placed little kisses on the top of her head, making dramatic smooching noises that made her giggle even harder.

Hitoshi’s heart beamed as he stepped around the corner, and his little girl leapt out of Denki's arms and ran excitedly toward him.

"DADDYYYY!!" she yelled, running to wrap her stubby arms around his legs, nuzzling against his knee caps before he picked her up and planted a big smooch on the top of her head.

"How's my little shining star, huh? Were you good for dada today?"

"Yeah!" she answered with enthusiasm, scrunching up her nose and squeezing her eyes suuuuper tight before pressing her nose against her father's. Hitoshi mirrored her, drawing back and giving her a soft boop afterward that made her scream again. Hitoshi chuckled, setting her down and rubbing over his ears with a, "Wow. She's really got some range."

"Pipe down, starlight," Denki said as their toddler made it to her feet again and immediately started running in circles around the countertop again, shrieking in overexcitement.

"Hi," Denki said finally after a little chuckle, caressing Hitoshi’s cheek and leaning in for a quick kiss.

"Hi, love," Hitoshi responded with a soft grin, draping his arm around Denki's shoulder. "How are you?" 

"Well, she's been a hoot, for sure, but we had a really fun day" Denki said sweetly, looking at their daughter with fondness. Her tufts of wavy blonde hair fell over her shoulder, her violet eyes bright as the moon. 

She looked like a ray of sunshine illuminating their kitchen, filling their space and making it feel like home. 

"How was your day, honey?" Denki asked as Hoshi came back around and tried to climb Denki's pant leg, her way of gesturing to get him to pull her back into his arms.

"Perfect," Hitoshi replied, taking his two most favorite people back into his arms. 

A/N: Hoshi means star in Japanese 😭😭 Denki is Hitoshi’s sunshine, and Hitoshi is the moon that orbits him, and their daughter is their guiding star.

I'M NOT CRYING YOU ARE and also I'm not an astrologist, so don't come for me, okay? It's just a romantic analogy

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 1 - touch starved

Read on ao3

word count: 1094

TWs in tags

note: AAAAAAH and so it begins. I have days 1-3 written as of now so hopefully I can keep up with posting. I have a busy month so i'm really hoping I can squeeze in enough writing time. That being said I anticipate all of my whump being fairly short this year. Hope you like it regardless ;3

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It was international cat day when Denki killed his mother. 

He knows this because when the quirk-suppressing cuff fell off his thin wrist for the fourth time, he looked up and saw a cartoon cat smiling at him from a nearby veterinarian’s billboard, informing him that a group of cats is called a ‘clowder.’

The mental image of a dust cloud full of various cat limbs came to him like in those old, pre-quirk cartoons his mom puts on the TV Monday mornings before daycare. 

His mom, who was resting on the floor of the community pool, along with his cousin and uncle. By-products of his quirk manifestation.

His dad always told him after the accident- murder. No, he murdered his mother. His dad always told him that at least he killed his uncle too, since surely if he was still alive, he would’ve slit Denki’s throat for hurting his baby sister. 

Denki wasn’t sure what was worse, being told this or not just having it happen. Maybe death would be the best solution, for someone as despicable as him. 

After Denki’s Fifth birthday, his first without his mom, his dad stopped holding his hand when they crossed the street. Honestly, Denki still wonders how he managed that long, maybe he couldn’t stand the thought of losing his only child and wife. Maybe it took him too long to realize if Denki wandered off and got run over, he wouldn’t necessarily go to prison for child endangerment. Not if it was Denki’s fault that someone else died, since he seemed to be pretty good at that. 

After the hand holding, all other touch began slipping away from him completely. He knew never to touch someone without permission –his mom made it a very clear that he was never to forget– but what is a child supposed to do when his teachers wouldn’t even raise a hand to punish him? They took to verbal abuse, something Denki couldn’t electrocute and sink in a watery grave. 

His friends, although innocent in their youth, weren’t permitted to play with Denki by their parents. He’s sure as soon as they all began middle school, they forgot all about him. 

Denki never forgot. 

The last person who gave him a high-five, the last person to ruffle his hair, the last person to hug him.

His father only touched his hair to cut out the black streak once every few weeks, and even then after several months he just refused to speak to the boy until he did it himself. 

The murder was on his file when he applied for UA. His dad had a meeting with the school board after he almost failed the written exam, though whether he was warning them or begging them to take Denki off his hands, he’s not sure.

Getting accustomed to touch again was jarring, even if it was just sparring with his classmates. Once he became friends with Kirishima, Mina, and Sero, everything was different. They didn’t know about his past and they weren’t afraid of him. It was something Denki cursed himself for not having the strength to explain. A danger to others was all he’d ever be. 

Sero would rub his back when he would hunch over the toilet after overusing his quirk. Mina would drape herself over him when they would pile on the couch for squad movie night. Kirishima seemed to always be patting him on the back or giving him fist bumps. Hell, even Bakugo would shove him if he said something stupid.

And although Denki was endlessly grateful for his friends, and all of his classmates who never shied away from him, he longed for his mom’s touch. 

He remembers how she would run her fingers through his hair before bed and scratch his scalp with her nails. He cries himself to sleep sometimes, trying to mimic that feeling.

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Class 2-A is celebrating Tsu’s birthday, which naturally means a pool party. Denki has gone as far as sitting on a towel near the hot tub a safe distance away from the festivities. 

Mina keeps yelling at him to join them in the pool, splashing water at him when he smiles and declines. 

“Boo! Come join the fun, party pooper, I thought you’d love seeing all the girls wet in bikinis!” 

Denki laughs half-heartedly, shooting a quick glance to Aizawa who is thankfully still asleep in a lounge chair. Tsu’s little siblings are taking turns adding to the tower of towels on his head. “Nah, Mina. You guys have fun. I’m good here!”

“Don’t invite him, you ever learn what happens when you mix electricity in water? He’d fry our brains out!” Mineta shrieks from the shallow end, quickly dunked by Bakugo. 

Denki’s brain must skip his initial reaction, because suddenly he’s crying and there are people talking to him from all angles. 

“Kami? You alright, bud?” Sero frowns down at him, swim trunks dripping on Denki’s legs which only freaks him out more. 

He scrambles until his back thunks against the side of the hot tub, his legs protesting as they’re dragged over the concrete. 

His breathing picks up, shivers rolling over his body as memories of his mother’s wide, lifeless eyes resurface suddenly. 

The way his cousin screamed as he fell off of his dad’s shoulders and they both succumbed to the electricity permeating the water. 

The smell of burning flesh. 

His mother’s burning flesh. 

The way the paramedic’s hands shook as she tried to soothe him, practically throwing the shock blanket on his shoulders. 

You killed them you fucking monster-

“KAMINARI.”

A low whine tears from his throat, and he begins to rock himself back and fourth. 

Distantly he hears a deep voice barking orders, and sees movement in his peripheral, but none of it really registers. 

“I’m going to touch you now, Kaminari. If you’re at all uncomfortable just push me away, alright?” The voice returns, closer than before, and he feels large hands wrap around his shoulders. 

They’re rough but kind as they pull him in. Years of calluses built up creating a barrier between them. 

No, not a barrier. 

Denki grabs Aizawa’s hand, clutching it to his chest. It’s the most grounded he’s felt in years. 

It’s… nice. Being held by someone so much bigger, much stronger than he is. Someone he trusts his life with, like he did his mother. 

The man sighs, patting Denki’s shaking back as he whimpers into his chest. 

“You’re okay, Kaminari, it’s okay.” He murmurs into Denki’s hair, “I’ve got you.”

And finally, he’s held.

[seagreenstardust]

I was this many days old when I learned that “denki” is Japanese for electricity or light and I am delighted by this discovery but also I have no idea what to do with it

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Uh oh~

Throws my single parent/teacher au at you and runs away <3

This is the first time I’ve ever attempted to draw bakugou(properly) or denki………at all…..

A couple of note for this au tho!:

Tsunagu is a famous fashion designer, Shinya is a teacher, and teaches bakugou - who is Tsunagu’s adopted son in this au-

However

They have some secrets

Which is that in the evenings, Shinya just so happens to work as a bodyguard for a mysterious (I guess you could call him like an almost mafia boss type person)

Who just so happens to be Tsunagu in the quiet.

They don’t recognise each other bc ✨masks✨ and shenanigans ensue~ (though it doesn’t take long for Shinya to find out so that “uh oh” could also mean “oh god that’s my boss” yeh)

I have no energy to ramble too much tonight, so here- if you are curious pls send me any thoughts or questions I’m always happy to answer <3

[corvidshadowgrovestrega]

So yeah, it seems I have another writing idea. And yes it is another one which I will probably never finish but still. I just can't help the fact that my brain is like that. Thus, now I am sharing what I came up with so far.

First things first is the fact it's a fanfiction from my newest brainrot a.k.a. MHA. It's obviously an AU and in here Izuku has a twin sibling named Hanako. Hanako or Hana as she likes to be called has an unspecified fire quirk. Izu still like in canon at first seems quirkless so Hana is very protective of him.

And when it comes to Hanako themselves, she is...something. Why? Because even if they are twins it's Izuku who's more like Inko. Hana on the other hand is in a lot of aspects a carbon copy of their father and absolute opposite of xer brother. It is even smarter than Izu, tall and muscled. Definitely not beautiful or pretty, at least not in the standard sense. Especially considering their scars, sharp features and narrow eyes. She dyes xer hair green and wears vividly green contact lenses. Why is under the red warning. Personality wise xe IS quiet. Like quiet quiet, she is able to talk but they're still effectively mute as she chooses not to. And well, xe's angry, bitter and jaded. Seeing how the society treats quirkless and people with quirks that are considered weak or villainous, people with mutations she doesn't trust heroes. They're not evil but definitely more morally grey. Xe's not exactly kind or comforting either. Even when she tries you can clearly tell it's awkward & unpracticed but nonetheless genuine. And they understand other people like that on a deep level. Still you can tell xer emotions by her eyes. They also force herself to be strong so the others do not have to be. So in conclusion she' a distrustful & sharp, quite antisocial person. She is polyamorous omnisexual however demiromantic & demisexual nonbinary xenogender(fugogender) with she/xe/they/it pronouns.

SPOILERS & PROBABLY V TRIGGERING STUFF UNDER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED SO PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Firstly, AFO is Hizashi Midoriya and Inko is Nana's daughter. Momo is a Shimura too and Tomura's sister. She was born the same year as Tomura dusted the rest of the members, she's alive because she wasn't there but at the hospital. She was adopted by Yaoyorozus who needed a heir/heiress.

Hanako is exactly this kind of sibling who when she can, wrecks people bullying Izuku. They still can't be on the lookout 24/7 and Izu hides a lot from xer & their mom to not worry them.

Izuku actually has a quirk. It's telekinesis and it's stronger than Inko's. However it was jumpstarted when he took Katsuki's "good" advice. Kat himself saw it and had a brutal wake up call. Izuku did die for a second there but miraculously came back. (We will come back to how later.)

After that some truths came out. Mainly all about the bullying Izu suffered from Aldera & Katsuki. Also the fact how abusive Mitsuki Bakugo is and how Masaru doesn't interfere.

Well hearing that and the true regret from Kats, Inko made a decision. She formally adopted Katsuki and made him go to therapy, both for trauma and anger issues. Now he fixed his relationship with the twins somewhat and is protective of both. Still not the nicest and a huge tsundere but nonetheless slightly improved.

The sludge villain incident with Katsuki happened as in cannon, Izuku jumped right after. All Might after tried to find him but as Zu was in hospital he didn't have much luck. However he met both twins at "that" beach and approached them. He at first planned to do what he did in cannon when it comes to Izu but after learning of the new quirked status of our broccoli boy he just offer to train them. Hana though agreed only to keep on eye on Izu. In the end both siblings actually got OFA as Hana reasoned that if they share it, it may go 50/50 and as such be easier to handle. She wasn't wrong and as they are twins it also made their sibling connection that much stronger. Now they're literally able to feel each others emotions, pain & unfortunately if one dies.

Hitoshi and Kyoka were pretty quickly adopted after they started UA by the Yamada/Aizawa who are married.

Almost whole class 1-A is dating and all are poly. Most are LGBTQ+ in all ways.

Chisaki here is completely reworked personalitywise. While still a criminal and Yakuza leader few things are changed. He's kind to Eri who is his biological daughter. He's trans and dating Hari though only the Precepts know, also the Precepts, Hari & two Chisakis are a family before all else.

LOV is on the other hand even more found family and you can tear this trope from my cold dead hands.

Dabi is Toya Todoroki but he only wants revenge on Enji without including his siblings and mom a.k.a. he's a good older brother(and partner but that later).

Twice & Magne survive. I repeat they won't die here because I said so.

Hawks had been sent as a spy by the Comission but he quite quickly fully deflected after seeing all of the lies he was fed his whole life. He kept the act to protect LOV though and only stopped when told to kill Twice. He paid for it being tortured half to death before getting broken out by one slightly more decent person (OC) and then being brought to the LOV who nursed him back to health. Said OC though dies for that.

Most parents of the 1-A & 1-B kids suck very much. The only decent ones are Iidas, Inko, Rei, Kirishima's moms, Satos, Ashidos & Seros.

Tokoyami after his internship with Hawks got basically unformally adopted by him which much later was actually formalized.

Toru got adopted by Nemuri(who also won't die) and Emi Fukukado/Ms. Joke.

The war happens in their 3rd year but that would be another much more spoiler-y post.

[candleshopmenace]

denki headcanons!!!

- loses his temper really easily; is horrible at regulating his emotions

- does Not have good parents

- had an older sister named daiya, she was killed in a villain attack when denki is twelve

- is surprisingly good at baking, helps bakugou in the kitchen as needed

- smiles when nervous

- does not know how to swim. at all. 

- takes quirk suppressants to keep his electricity under control and limit the side-effects of his quirk, gets antsy if he misses a dose; terrified of unintentionally hurting someone 

- hates seeing ppl cry! will do anything in his power to make them stop

- lightning crawls across his teeth when he’s mad. no particular reason i just think it’d look fucking cool

- not the best at communication

- lichtenberg scars!!!! 

- was that one kid that parents told their kids not to play with in school bc they were scared that his hyperactivity would rub off on them

- but he definitely had a shit-ton of friends so he looks back sometimes and wonders if he actually did manage to corrupt them 

- had insomnia as a kid bc his mind wouldn’t shut the fuck up at night and that’s not something you can close your eyes against

- his parents tried to teach him how to make the best of it, which is a fancy way of saying that they told him to shut up, stop complaining, and tough it out

- sero refers to him as his emotional-support pikachu

[crqelsummer]

making the realization far too late that it was more likely that the iida/uraraka family would have the twin boys rather than the miritama family. oops.

[reallyromealone]

Can you do a long fic where bakugou has a baby brother like maybe 2 years old?

Title: sibling bonding

Fandom:my hero Academia

Warnings: male reader, baby reader, fluff, big brother Bakugo, soft Bakugo

Notes: I can't promise a long fic as my fic lengths are based off of how much steam I have but ill write what I can

☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️

Bakugo was happy to have the house mostly alone, his parents in Milan for two weeks he had off for a fashion show.

Why was he mostly alone?

Well they couldn't take his little brother, the two year old didn't do planes well and it was just easier to find a sitter or let him stay with someone for the time, usually their aunty. "Uh-oh" (name) said as he dropped his sippy cup carefully lifting it back up before wandering to his brother "ka!" He said happily as he climbed onto the couch "what squirt?" Katsuki said to the young tot who looked at his phone "what do?" He asked as Katsuki got notifications from discord "I'm texting a few friends, they're coming to visit later for a movie" he was always so soft with his brother, sure he was loud as the rest of his family but his baby brother took more after their dad so he always tried to be gentle.

"Oovee?" He asked curiously and Katsuki nodded "yeah a movie, we gotta get some snacks for you and me before it" he said to the boy who smiled "cake!" "No cake but we can get you a cake pop when we get our walk home drink" Katsuki knew how to compromise with the boy who clapped his hands excitedly.

Katsuki helped (name) put on his shoes before putting him on his shoulders, it was easier to do than hold his hands and (name) got to have fun.

The two went to the convenience store as (name) pointed to various snacks, Katsuki having to hinder the boy with the fact he wanted /everything/ the store had to offer but did compromise with some ice cream and little treats for after dinner and such.

"Cake!" (Name) was absolutely thrilled when Katsuki handed him a cake pop, the teen holding the snacks with one hand and had (name) on his hip as they walked home, (name) eating his treat contently, the boy taking a sip from their drink occasionally.

(Name) loved helping his brother, the tot getting to help put things together for the hang out "you get to watch a movie then it's bath time alright?" Katsuki said to his brother who did a little dance before running off to go play with his toys 'weird kid' Katsuki thought fondly as he finished prep.

"YOOOO BAKUBRO!" Kirishima said as he and a few other classmates entered the Bakugo house, Kaminari whistling at how nice it was inside "whose ready to paaaarty!" Mina said as her, ochaco and Momo came inside with snacks "let's watch some scary...shoopuff" mina halted when she saw the two year old in Katsukis arms, little (name) looking curious but recognized Kirishima from a few visits "little man!" Kirishima ran and grabbed the boy and lifted him "what's up!"

"Hiiii!"

"Whose the kid?" Kaminari asked as (name) spoke nonsense to Kirishima but it was probably his day if any context about "walk" and "cake pop" were to go off of "that's my brother" Katsuki said gruffly, a slight glare on his face as his friends looked at the babe curiously.

During the movie, the teens would notice Bakugo would be soft with the boy even when he scolded him "oi, leave that alone" "but you're smelly!" (Name) argued back, holding a book in his hands "put it down and park your ass and watch the movie or its night time" Bakugo said to his brother who huffed but complied "you're not my favorite brother anymore!"

"Ah? And who is?"

"Dad!"

The movie went on well, the group putting on a hero movie and before they knew it, it was (name)s bath time "bubububbub!" (Name) was pleased with the bubbles as he played with his toys, his older brother working around him to wash him "head back" the teen said gruffly as he put a visor on the boys forehead and rinced out the shampoo before repeating it with the conditioner "kaa! Ducky!" The boy squirted some water at his brother who rolled his eyes "wanna see something cool?" He asked his little brother who looked curious "ya!'

Katsuki put his hand in the water and activated his quirk, just enough to give a jacuzzi affect "whoa!" The boy said excitedly as Katsuki pulled his hand out "now, out ya go!"

"Nooo!"

"None of that! Come on, let's brush your fucking teeth and get you to bed brat"

(Name) cuddled into his brothers shoulder as he wore his fuzzy pajamas, the other teens waving him goodnight as Katsuki brought him to his bedroom and tucked him into bed "hah? What's this?" Katsuki held up a small handmade plush of him in his hero suit "Die'ite!" (Name) grabbed the plush and Katsuki felt a small smile creep on his face as his little brother hugged the toy "he a hero you like?"

"He's the bestest!"

[seumyo]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ 6:34

do u want to celebrate your bday, mr. great explosion murder god dynamight

Bakugou stared at your message for a while. He sits by his study desk, supposedly taking a break from his homework. His brows are contorted to one of contemplation, a pout on his lips as he types in his reply—rather quickly, too.

hell no

(ꃋᴖꃋ)

He shook his head. Bakugou turns off his phone and sets it to the side. 

If anything, he hates and genuinely gets upset with surprises, especially when celebrating his birthday. He doesn’t get it; why people celebrate another year closer to death. When he was younger, he remembered loving the attention, the gifts, and the praise. 

But now that he’s older, he’d much rather just spend time by himself. Maybe cook himself a dish or two to celebrate, but that’s it. He doesn’t need anything grand—not anymore, at the very least.

Then again, why would you be asking him a question like that as if you weren’t on the other side of Japan? He thinks it’s childish; besides, celebrating his birthday is a complete waste of time. He’s a hero-in-training, and so are you, so he’d rather use that time of celebration to either train or study (and he has the audacity to call other people nerds).

Bakugou decides to go to school earlier than normal because he doesn’t want to give those idiots (his classmates) time to even prepare for a surprise party (yes, Kaminari’s horrible at whispering and keeping secrets) for him in the dorms (and also the classroom; it just slipped from the tip of Kirishima’s tongue).

A hand holds onto his shoulder, and by instinct, he moves away from the contact and turns to the person with a scowl. If he weren’t alert, he would’ve blown said person to bits, and yet the moment he hears that familiar laugh, all raised defenses are lowered and his tense shoulders relax.

“What the fuck?”

“Surprise! I knew you’d come to school early,” you greet him with a bear hug. Bakugou scowls as he tries to push you away.

“Kats, I missed you so much! It’s been forever since we last saw each other—”

“How the hell did you get here?”

You grinned, ignoring his non-serious threats of exploding you to the skies. “Come on, Grouchy. I don’t have much time, y��know?” You dragged Bakugou toward one of the private lounge areas within the grounds of U.A., and he’s surprised you knew how to navigate your way around the campus. “Don’t worry, I asked for a bit of help from Midoriya since he’s the only one I know aside from you that goes to this school.”

“That damned—”

“Don’t get mad at him! Getting mad would make you wrinkle quicker, and don’t furrow your brows; I think I’m seeing wrinkled lines in your forehead.”

“You—”

“There’s no time for scolding me, Kats!” You held up a bento cake to him. 

He notices the two little boxes of what he assumed would be his presents behind you and the lighter you used to light up the candle. He thinks it’s wasteful when he could’ve just lit it up himself with his Quirk. Then again, he couldn’t really do anything anymore because what’s done is done.

The cake itself was thoughtful. Frosted with light orange frosting, decked out with what he assumed were mini explosions made out of fondant at the sides and a little lettering that said, “hbd dynamight,” with a little spark of red, orange, and black at the end of the sentence. 

Bakugou looks back on it, and the realization dawns on him.

This is the first time someone—aside from his parents—made the effort to give him a cake for his birthday. 

“Do you want me to sing happy birthday?” You ask when he doesn’t immediately blow out the candle.

“Fuck, no.” He rolled his eyes and took a moment before doing so.

“You didn’t have to do all this, nerd.”

“But I wanted to.”

That made Bakugou smile, even if it was only a little. “Thanks.”

“You’re seventeen now, and that is one year older than being a senior citizen,” he chuckled, “and as always, don’t smoke, drink, or do anything that would get your hero license revoked. Lessen the frown and turn it upside down; remember that I’m an awesome friend for remembering your favorite cake flavor even if you don’t eat it often—and finally, happy birthday, Kats.”

His heart is beating too quickly as he tries to play it cool by nodding to everything you said. He’s missed this, though he’d rather die than tell you that, knowing damn well you would never let him live it down.

“Whatever, you sap.” Bakugou stuck out his tongue, and you did as well.

“Well— shit, I have to go before I miss the next train.”

“Don’t have morning classes, then? Shiketsu’s a four-hour commute from here.”

“Uh huh. Remember—”

“Yeah, yeah. Cake goes in the fridge if I don’t want to eat it, and send you a video of me opening your gift. I hope it’s not ass, like last year’s mug with our picture on it.”

“Hey–! It was a very good picture,” you replied. “I have one too, just so you know,” you chuckled after finishing packing everything up. “Because it’s cool to match mugs. Really good way to strengthen our relationship. It makes you think of me whenever you have your morning coffee or tea.”

He snorts. “As if, nerd.”

Bakugou watches you leave, but not before seeing you stumble against your feet, which made him cackle obnoxiously at your misery. With the bento cake and gifts in either of his hands, he thinks this is one of his best birthdays yet. And spending it with you, even if it were only for a short moment, is surprisingly fulfilling.

He may start to enjoy surprises if they were this pleasant.

Now he just has to worry about getting back to the dorms without being seen by any of the idiots that would pester him about where he got his cake and gifts from.

SEUMYO © 2024, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[satan-plundered-our-oceans]

★。／can i be a hero too?＼。★

ask: "I have a really cute request, Bakugou from Bnha with a little sibling reader. They weren't able to get a babysitter and Bakugou bring his little sibling to school, the reader is the complete opposite of him though"

pairing: bakugo x gn!sibling!reader

fandom: boku no hero academia

word count: 1,196

tw: none! purely some platonic, wholesome fluff. of course, a bit of cussing from bakugo but that comes with the territory

notes: thanks for being one of my first requests anon! it was really fun to get back into writing fanfic, and bnha is one of my favourite animes so writing this was a lot of fun - i just hope i did it well and you enjoy reading! i used primarily they/them pronouns for the sibling just in case ;)

! this is a repost from my other blog !

‘Can’t we just hire that old fucking neighbour?!’

Mitsuki doesn’t even bother smacking her son this time, too busy fixing up the bento box she has already begun making in the kitchen. Rice and egg and soft pretzels which [Y/N] always insisted on. The same thing everyday, which Katsuki found increasingly frustrating. Their name is painted on the lid, which sits on the sink.

It’s one of the only memories that Mitsuki repeatedly brags about to her mom friends. How her son eagerly decorated a bento box for his anticipated sibling, and how he ended up despising them when born. That’s what it looked like anyway

‘She’s too old for [Y/N], you know this.’ Mitsuki snaps, snapping on the box lid. ‘They’ll get bored if they have to sit in her living room all day.’

‘The place smells like shit too.’

‘Katsuki!’ This time she does hit him.

‘It’s just one day. All you have to do is keep them busy for a while, and they’ll find a way to occupy themselves for the rest of your classes.’

Mitsuki packs the bento box and several colouring books and pencil sets into a tiny school bag that’s been sitting open on the dining room table. Just as [Y/N] comes skipping into the room in an All-Might tracksuit that they demanded they ‘had to have’ when they saw it at a convention a while ago.

‘Aren’t you so pretty, hun?’ Mitsuki coos at - arguably - her favourite child. ‘Guess what?’

[Y/N] mumbles something around a mouthful of a soft pretzel. Where’d they even get it from?

‘You’re going to school with Katsuki today!’

Oh shit their face got a fuck ton more bright when he looked down again. Even the mention of U.A on any given day made them bounce around while babbling about how they’d love to be a hero when they got their quirk. 

‘Really?’ [Y/N] attaches themself to his leg, bouncing up and down to make sure they’ve heard Mitsuki just right.

She glares at him when [Y/N] looks away.

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever.’

* *

No one’s expecting anything entirely different when Aizawa starts class that morning. The only thing that seems slightly out of the ordinary is Bakugo being late. Kirishima is counting through the minutes and soon enough a whole half hour passes without him being there to yell at anyone. Even Midoriya is having a particularly stress-free morning!

However, no one was expecting for him to parade into the class an hour later with a six year old sitting on his shoulders, because (as he said) “they didn’t want to use their damn legs”. 

‘Bakubro,’ Kaminari is already laughing his ass off in the back corner. ‘Ya got a hitchhiker there.’

Bakugo is almost fuming by the time he drops off the child at his desk, standing by Aizawa to demand - or ask - that he ignore the situation. Number one, [Y/N] got a day off school because of a downtown villain attack, and Mitsuki couldn’t find a babysitter after their current one caught the flu. With no other options and both of his parents going to work early that morning, he had no choice but to drag them along as long as, and quote:

‘You don’t make a damn noise, and no questions, and no playing around, you sit down and shut up.’

Did [Y/N] listen? Nope. Not really. 

Halfway through the first lesson of the morning, and little [Y/N] is sitting in the lap of half of his classmates, messing with Hagakure’s invisible hair in utter curiosity, and playing heroes with Midoriya and Kirishima. At which point they all stand on their desks and put their fists in the air yelling ‘Detroit Smash’!

Katsuki just stands and watches as [Y/N] jumps from person to person, playing with quirks and planning out their future hero name. Kaminari is the most excited to stand on his desk and create a fake hero mask out of tape and paper, and theorise all the new quirks that could be made for [Y/N].

‘[Y/N] sit down for God’s sake!’ he growls at them, and they do so as they nestle themselves into a corner of his desk. Katsuki squeezes on with her. ‘No more talking to these... damn extras during class, ok?’

Mitsuki would skin him alive if he even thought about swearing properly in the same room as her “precious angel”.

‘But why?’

‘’Cause it’s annoying.’

[Y/N]’s eyes widen a bit, but then they beam at him and nod again, picking up a pencil as if they actually are a student and begin doodling a picture while others begin homework. Aizawa doesn’t collapse into his sleeping bag this time, instead keeping an eye to ensure he isn’t sued later for the death of an unrelated child. Midoriya and Iida are the first ones to finish of course, followed by Katsuki, who has to steal his pages when [Y/N] isn’t looking, handing it across the teacher’s desk with glitter flowers and stars in the margins. 

The bell goes to signal the beginning of their hero training, and [Y/N] clutches Katsuki’s hand as they shyly approach the scary-looking racoon man to hand him a (“professionally signed”) artwork by [Y/N] Bakugo. A misshapen house with a cat and a very dead looking racoon. 

(Aizawa does frame it later, like a dad of course.)

(Katsuki does call his teacher roadkill exactly three times after that.)

For hero training All-Might stands with his hands on his hips with [Y/N] at his side to help conduct the lesson. Together they order drills and [Y/N] gets to practise their hero voice and pose. The class ends with the whole group playing games and kicking a soccer ball around so they can pretend that [Y/N] has to save it from various situations. Which they do so successfully - “a top-rate hero” in All-Might’s words.

* *

For Katsuki, he’s glad to get home and die in bed when 8:30 rolls around. It’s been non-stop questions and poking and prodding even though he told [Y/N] not to, but they wouldn’t listen! And when they got home Mitsuki hounded him to make sure they hadn’t done anything stupid while at school. 

But 9 rolls around and [Y/N]’s socks cast shadows over the door frame, and the door handle jiggles. Katsuki waits and doesn’t move to help them with it. They come padding in with a stuffed Midnight plush, and crawls onto his pillow. 

‘Kat, can I come to school with you everyday?’

And god-fucking-dammit, they look so damn excited to go to school with their big brother that all he can do is turn off his lamp and pull the covers up and pat their hair. He can feel his chest swell with pride, because his sibling wants to come and watch him become a hero.

He can’t help but wonder what kind of hero [Y/N] will be. What would their quirk be? 

Oh, Mitsuki would kick his ass if he even thought about surpassing his own sibling.

He smirks at the thought. His sibling would be the best hero at U.A, not like those fucking extras. 

‘Yeah, whatever.’

i really enjoyed writing this!

let me know if you want to request anything, and i'll try my best to get to them as quickly as possible.

[cutecatlov3r]

my character ai bots:

bnha-

dabi: toxic bf , mafia au

denki kaminari: your a milf

eijiro kirishima: dying his hair

hanta sero: shotgunning w him

katsuki bakugou: he smells good , mean ass soulmate , ghostface katsuki , rivals to lovers , he’s bad w feelings , your pro hero fiancé , if you die so do i , girl dad

izuku midoriya: corrupting the religious boy

jjk-

gojo satoru: can’t get enough of him , vampire au , wardrobe malfunction , your affair , he’s annoying , his eyes r funny looking

geto suguru: dad’s best friend

nanami kento: healing your daddy issues

yu haibara: he’s gone , he’s sick , he admires his upperclassmen

yuji itadori: your parents hate him , best boyfriend , dorky best friend , he’s delulu , captain of the football team , gossiping w him , older brother’s best friend , you have a bf already but he loves you , your his mentor , shibuya arc

megumi fushiguro: step brother

yuta okkotsu: your a fan , welcoming the new boy , he likes when you pull his hair , he chose geto’s side that day , your best friend

haikyuu-

atsumu miya: your annoying neighbor , he’s drunk

iwaizumi hajime: scolding you after your ex did you dirty

kei tsukishima: he hates you(?)

kotaro bokuto: he’s spiderman , your his fan , emo mode

kenma kozume: streaming wars , cat hybrid , he hates you , he hates brats

hinata shoyo: healing your issues , he got sick , u get ur head hit w a ball

tetsuro kuroo: studying w him

koshi sugawara: he’s your son’s teacher , your coworker , he’s jealous

keiji akaashi: he loves feeding you , the pretty setter

yuu nishinoya: he’s drunk

demon slayer-

sanemi shinazugawa: training w him , your roommate

aot-

eren jeager: smoking weed w him

blue lock-

nagi seishiro: coke head

bachira meguru: you’re his therapist , pervert bachira

death note-

touta matsuda: he has a little crush , admiring his boss

csm-

denji: blood lust , walking home w him , mommy issues

sk8-

reki kyan: he’s a zombie

fairytail:

natsu dragneel: mating season

nanatsu no taizai [seven deadly sins]:

arthur pendragon: your his servant , you saved him , he saved you , your his holy knight

hxh:

kurapika kurta: your loyal to him , it’s only you and him

killua zoldyck: he’s your little brother

the disastrous life of saiki k:

kusuo saiki: he’s self aware , your ordinary

if you have any recommendations on more bots I can do lmk ! i’ll be adding a bunch more :x