#bnh reader insert

[todoroki-waifu]

Todoroki x F! Reader

Scenario: You’re going through some strange changes, but he’ll continue to stay by your side. 

Word Count: 938

Genre: Fluff 

Warnings: Female reader, Shouto and reader are aged up

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“Shouto!” You shout your husband’s name, trying to get his attention to the approaching enemy from his blind spot. You both responded to an emergency call on a group of villains attacking the downtown area. They weren’t particularly strong, but they were large in numbers and consistent with their attacks.

You immediately turned to Shouto using your quirk to defend him against the attack. Before he could thank you, another group charged towards you both, separating you from your beloved even more. 

Shouto always kept his eyes on you even while fighting the hoard of criminals. He’d be devastated if anything should happen to his wife. Suddenly, his fear was becoming true as he saw a blast heading your way. He was pinned down by the enemy, using all of his strength to push him off and run to save you.

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You gasped when you saw the attack after throwing a villain away from you. Before you could react, a wall of ice shields you from the offender. Ice continues to travel on the floor, reaching the rest of the villains and freezing them in their place. 

Once everyone was restrained, the rest was handled by the police and sidekicks who showed up a few minutes later. Shouto is immediately by your side, frowning at your shivering state.

“Thanks for saving me, but maybe you could warm me up now?” You laugh a bit as Shouto gently takes your hands.

“That wasn’t me.” He frowns at the frost on your hands and forearms. 

“Wait, what? It wasn’t me either.” You feel Shouto stroke your head, finding a few more patches of ice littering your ___(h/c) hair.

He knew that you didn’t have an ice quirk which made his frown a bit deeper. Shouto feels your fingers shaking in his and he quickly envelopes you in a hug, activating his left side to send a wave of warmth through you. 

You let out a sigh of relief, shivering much less as you snuggled more into his chest. Once you’ve taken enough heat, he feels you pull away slightly.

“Are you okay?” He asks and you nod in response. 

“I’m glad, but let’s go to the hospital anyway to get you checked out just in case. I want to make sure that ice quirk isn’t from the enemy.” Shouto takes your hand as he leads you in the direction of the nearest health facility. 

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Thankfully, you had no acute issues and all your vitals were stable. You mentioned the ice incident and the doctor seemed puzzled by your report. 

“Could it be from the villains?” Shouto asks. 

“Based on your wife’s exam, I don’t believe so. The most likely possibility could be that she might be developing another quirk. It’s not common, but it has happened." 

"Ohh, that sounds cool!” You were getting a bit excited at the thought of having a second power.

“Now, it’s not one hundred percent, but I’d like for you to come in a couple times this week so we could run a few tests.”

Once you agreed, you were given a copy of your discharge papers and directions where you would meet the team who would be studying your new ability.

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A couple weeks pass by and your ice powers have been erratic. You could be eating dinner with Shouto and all of a sudden, you’d freeze your food. Shouto was so supportive during your new power growth. He’d unfreeze whatever you froze and would try to train you on how to control your second quirk. But due to its lack of consistency, his training was ineffective.

It was frustrating that your new quirk never appeared on command, but at least it was reliable when in danger. Which you were happy about because Shouto would have been against you participating in missions. You were a pro hero, too, and you wanted to do your part in helping people.

You were off duty today, still getting researched on while Shouto was out patrolling. Finally, you had the results of your study and you were excited to share it with your husband after his shift. 

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Shouto arrives home earlier than usual. There wasn’t much activity so the rest of patrolling was left to the sidekicks. You greeted him as soon as you heard him enter, Shouto catching you letting out a small yawn.

“Tired, my love?” He presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Yeah, I’ve been really exhausted lately.”

“I’m not surprised. Your powers are growing. You’ve also been both working and going to the hospital. Maybe you should take the rest of the week off?" 

"Right. About my powers.. .so, I’m actually not getting a second quirk." 

"You’re not? Then what is it?” His bi colored eyes show concern, thinking of the worst possible situation. Shouto steps closer to you, holding both of your hands as you smile at him. 

“Well, I’m pregnant.” His eyes widen at the news, not expecting that to be the cause of your additional quirk. It wasn’t even on his mind. Yes, the two of you wanted to have children, but you weren’t actively trying. You and your husband were in no rush and were letting things happen on their own.

“Oh and th-” You interrupt his train of thoughts as you begin your sentence only to turn your head into your elbow to let out a small sneeze.

As you did, a quick burst of flames shot out from one side causing Shouto to be even more stunned. You excused yourself, looking unfazed by the fire you just created as you smiled widely.

“They’re twins.”

[decayandfanfics]

The great book of sayings

PAIRINGS: Tomura Shigaraki x FemReader

SUMMARY: He looks at you, his scarlet eyes fixed on yours, burning a hole through your head,  every bit the predator he is, but you are as tough as it gets, so, against your better judgment and any well-founded logic, you answer his ��silent threat, the animalistic look he gives you with nothing less than a  fearless smirk, irises burrowing into his pupils.A clever girl. He  thinks, finally labeling you inside his head, cursing himself in the  very moment he allows his brain to think of you as more than an asset.  He is sure (he knows himself enough to know) he’ll think of this moment  many times from now on.A clever pretty girl.

Reader is a typical college student until she gets herself tangled with the league of villains.

WARNINGS: Unhealthy/complicated relationships, violence, Tomura being Tomura, mentions of murder, heroes’ abuse of power, smut, dirty talking.

A/N:  This chapter is shameless smut, you are warned. Minors do not interact. go and read a book or something.

Any misspelled words, english is not my native language so i’m trying Helen.As always, let me know what you think!

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Chapter 14 / Chapter 15

Lovers ever run before the clock.

Overhaul really is just an uptight pretentious asshole, but Tomura lets his insulting remarks slide, trying his utter best not to snap.

He was supposed to be in a good mood today, but by the time Chronostasis puts the gun against his white locks, he swears that he will do anything in his power to completely ruin Shie Hassakai for this mess, already struggling to keep his temper at bay.

“I don’t want you to get hurt. That’s all.”

He’s never one to get distracted but it is difficult to stay focus when he cannot erase the feeling of her thighs caging his hips, her words rumbling inside his brain like a prayer for him to come back and take what’s already his.

It enrages him far more than he would like to admit, but he can’t go back if he gets killed, can’t he?

Luckily for them, Tomura kinda lacks that self-preservation impulse at the face of danger, so he stays there completely stoic and delightfully petty between Chisaki and the gun. The thought of her crying because he got his pretty brains scattered all over the Shie Hassakai immaculate floor makes him realize that he has yet another reason to hate Overhaul.

Really, what’s the matter with these people? they just keep adding points to their list, but sure, he will work with what he has (as always) by sending Toga and Twice into their ranks to gain some reliability after Chisaki told him about this ridiculous plan of curing society of quirks like it’s an illness.

And he thought que was an extremist.

It’s a dumb concept, really. People decide to be assholes, to be heroes, villains and such. There is a choice in excluding those like him from society meanwhile hero violence is idolized. But quirks? People don’t get to choose. Shit just happens. You can develop a cute little nice quirk that allows you to make bubbles or something ridiculous like, dunno, destroying everything you touch; but people can help it, it’s just the way it is. Nobody asks for it. Not even Overhaul, not even him.

And, even when Tomura can understand what Overhaul is saying about society being unfair based on quirks, his plan still sounds pretty nonsensical to him, who wants to destroy everything with his own hands, after all is that why he was born with such deadly weapon at the reach of his fingers. It would be nothing short but hypocritical and, despite the irony, he likes to think of himself as an honest person. His goal clashes directly with Overhaul’s, so no, he will keep the league interests to himself and for now will trust Toga and Twice to do what they do best without rising any suspicion about what he’s up to. Chisaki is more stupid tan he looks if he thinks Tomura will make blind eye to the audacity of his challenge and his continuous lack of propriety.

Oh, poor Overhaul. He doesn’t know it yet, but he already lost.

In the meantime, he’ll keep himself busy on more important and exciting matters. Hating Overhaul is something he can use as a motivation for more than just inner monologue, because you see, Tomura has a revenge to plan and a truck to steal.

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 Things are different next time he sees you. Something primal and strange born from a sick sense of belonging that fills your interactions after the night you slept together, soothing his temper and bitterness into something warmer and far more intense that pulls and twist and burns to be close to each other.

It's been four days since they left the apartment to prepare the backhand against Overhaul and Tomura is sure that by that hour tomorrow Overhaul will have failed, leaving him as the great winner of his sensei’s title. (Not that he ever needed to prove it, but if Overhaul wanted to pick a fight, he would not be the one to deny his wishes.)

Tonight, however, has nothing to do with all that, not when he’s finally back.

You’ve been waiting for his return by the window, searching for his frame in every shadow, a mug of chocolate warming your hands as the soup simmered over the stove. A warm meal made for him every night in case he decided to return, guessing he would be hungry and cold, wondering if it isn’t too much (but you care for him, so you do it anyway).

A supposition that turned out to be true, but Tomura had another solution in mind.

He’s a starving dog all hunger and demand, a wild vicious thing that looks at you feral and maddened, dripping with want and something far scarier that you don’t dare to name (but you do know, don’t you?).

You are no better than him, not when your fingers had traced patterns with his name across your body, spelling dreams and fantasies from your lips, remembering the way his fingers filled you and you wonder if he touched himself thinking about you too. The answer comes rather messy the moment his jagged mouth whimpers how much he missed you between whispers and moans that to you sound like poetry.

And he takes and takes and takes with deaf hands and sharp teeth, leaving bruises with the shape of his fingertips burned all over you as he bites and scratch and pull-out whimpers and pants from your mouth that echoes the frantic tune of his heart slamming against his ribs because he missed you so much it was painful.  

So, he had kissed you feverish, stomping you against the wall desperate and needing for your attention until you had pull him by the neck of his shirt to drag him into the bedroom, his brain completely forgetting about Overhaul’s existence the moment you push him to the edge of the mattress to sit in his lap, pulling the hem of his shirt for him to take it off, too focused in the heat prints your hands leave on his pale shoulders as something roars inside of his chest urging him to imprint his existence on your skin and possess the being that lives inside your bones.

Tomura paints a plethora of purple kisses over your neck and chest as a mark of his touch and your belonging. Something dark and twisted reverbing inside his ribs, inside his brain.

Mine; his mind repeats over and over again until he’s dizzied from the words, drunk in touch as your hands slither all over his sides, his chest and shoulders. His eyes marveling in the way skin holds together every angle of your flesh and the parts where your bones show from inside of your figure when he finally takes off your dress.

So soft, so beautiful and all his.

His kisses become raw and sharp and painful like the electric bond that ties you together by the ribs, all roughness and need, bruising lips and sinking teeth. Your moans and pants mixing now and then with some pained yelps and hisses of his name to call out on his harshness, but he chooses to make deaf ears to your pleas, too busy trying to gorge on your taste.

His teeth sink on your skin leaving marks like crescent moons that he kisses after you cry, pleasure and need pooling between your thighs, a tightness that burn inside your belly as you tangle your fingers in his hair, thinking briefly between the fog of your thoughts that it has grown, that it looks painfully beautiful on him like a crown of silver and moonlight.

Soon enough your legs lock around his bony hips, the choir of soft mewls and pants has become something far more animal; cries filling the room with each touch. White underwear remaining as the last barrier to your skin, leaving a wet stain over the fabric of his jeans.  

The room turns unbearable warm as your kisses become more slopy and open, letting him take your mouth just how he likes it as he registers the way the skin of your torso presses against his bare chest, your warmth spreading over, suffocating him.

Hooking a finger on your bra cup, Tomura pulls down and reveals the flesh hidden under the layers of lace, deciding already that this is his favorite image of you. Covered in love marks, wet and underwear ruined, your bra tucked under the curb of your breast. Something obscene and desperate about it, more crude than mere nakedness and it’s exactly how he likes it.

It looks lewd, it looks nasty. It looks like everything he wants to make of you, so he tightens his hold on your waist, making your back curve a little up to latch his mouth to your breast, sucking hard enough to draw a loud moan from your lips as you dig your nails on the muscle of his arms, delight shooting through your spine.

“Ow…fuck…” you pant with each pull of his mouth, and he chuckles darkly against your chest, amused and smug because he has you and he knows it, a sinister part of him (the vengeful scary one that wants to kill and maim and destroy) screaming that you belong to him from now on, that you’ll never leave, that he’ll never let you.

Mine, and mine alone he thinks and the thought sounds jarring and loud inside his head as he leaves bruises all over the skin that surround the buds of your chest, making you gasp over his lap.

“What? Wanna say something?” Tomura teases watching your expression, your eyes going wide the moment he slides your panties to the side and press his fingers inside you without warning.

“T-oh…Tomura…fuck…ow” you try to articulate but the words come out as blurred whispers.

“No bickering now?”

“Oh god…Tomura…please” you cry trembling, mouth watering with every touch of his palm over your nerve.

“Please what.”

You hide your face on the crook of his neck to bite him hard enough to make him bark an excited laugh, rejoicing in the fact that you are marking him too, before hooking his fingers inside you to make you moan loudly; hips moving automatically as one of your hands reach the hem of his pants and unbuttons his jeans to touch him back.

“I want you inside.”

He lets out a pretty hiss the moment your fist close around his length, caressing him tentatively until finding a pace, giving you a little victory over his rough teasing.

“I wanna tear you apart” he growls reaching deep inside of you, a wolf like grin slicing across his face baring his sharp teeth “you are a mess. All wet and begging for me to fuck you.”

“Tomura…”

“Fuck…you are so wet, all for me…my good girl, my good girl.” The words pour out of his mouth in feverish tone as his other hand clear the hair off your face before catching your lips on his again.

“Tomura, please…”

He snaps, turning you onto the mattress to climb over your body, throwing his jeans to the floor before leaning between your thighs as his hardness brushes over your clothed center. His patience has run thin though, so he yanks the panties by one side, closing all five fingers over the piece of fabric that flews to the floor before transforming into dust.

He lines up with your center, feeling the intimate touch before thrusting deep into you, ripping out a high moan that makes your eyes roll back and your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving scratching marks all over his pale skin in an attempt to steady yourself as your walls burn with the stretching.

No, he isn’t gentle this time, he just can’t bring himself to be soft when he feels like the awful infatuation he’s been harboring inside is about to tear his ribs open, pouring out for everyone to see the bloody mess you’ve made of his heart. So, he thrust hard like punishing you for it, snaping his hips fast and deep into you, trying to leave a bruise mark inside as well as one of his hands tangles between your hair, pulling and making you scream to the rhythm of your creaking bed.

He bottoms out the moment his arm hooks under your knee, as you tangle your other leg over his waist, giving him deepest access into you, his tip planting kisses against your cervix, rough friction and raw closeness sending you over the edge because he’s fucking you hard, making sure your screaming can be heard from the hall of the building.

It's brutal, yet you give him everything he wants and more because you like it like this, you like it because is him. The warmth of his body covering yours and you wonder if he can feel it too.

The terrific need of holding onto his body, his wicked smile, his bruised heart. The horror of your attachment to a person like him and what this represents, at the brim of ruining your life for love…

Love.

You are so in love with him.

“Look at me” he demands pulling your hair, a feral snarl across his sharp face darkening his features before kissing you hard, his tongue filling your mouth in lewd motion. “Fuck, you are so tight…I wanna split you in half.” His voice is a coarse and maddened sound against your lips, so close and intimate it’s scary because he’s sinking so deep it feels like he’s trying to rearrange your insides and his words do nothing but intensify the heat.

“Fuck…Tomura…it hurst…you’re so rough…so rough” You manage to blurt out, eyes boring into his.

“And you love it, don’t you?” he snarls tightening the grip on your hair. “You like how it feels…like I’m gonna split your pretty cunt in two. Huh? Say it, say it…”

“Fuck…yes…yes”

“Yes what.” He barks in a particularly harsh thrust that makes you scream like a wildling.

“I love it…fuck…like that…I love it…I love it.”

“You are mine…you hear me?” he prays over your mouth half ordering, half begging for you to go down with it and say that yes, that you’ll never leave him, that you’ll stay with him “All mine to fuck, mine, mine, mine, MINE!” he growls with every thrust as the bed slams hard against the wall until you are a babbling incoherent mess.

His brutal pace and words get you quiet soon, too much to even make a sound and hardly even allowing you to breathe, too concentrated in the feeling of his length and him smashing into your ending wall as the overwhelming touch of his hips and his abdomen on yours burns your skin.

The brush of his hair and ragged breathing fanning over your cheek is the only compass of time while the tightness in your belly threatens to snap the moment your teary eyes meet his, mouth on mouth without even kiss, but you smile to him, your warm hand caressing softly the skin of his jaw as he tears into you, feeling incapable of telling him what the voice of your mind has been playing over and over again.

I’m in love with you.

Like sensing your thoughts, his hands abandon your hair. Four trembling fingers cuddling your cheek, carefully and almost scared before closing his eyes, letting his forehead rest on yours as he whispers sweet words of praise only for you to keep, still forcing himself in and out of you. His mouth watering to the sight of your bouncing breast still trapped by your bra.

“ow…I’m gonna..Tomura…I’m gonna…”

The snap of his hips become erratic when finally you come undone on him, eyes rolling back and a cry that tears your throat open when your walls clench around his hardness making him moan as he keeps thrusting in and out, reaching his own end soon after; his hand closing tightly into a fist over the mattress as he grunts with his face hidden on the crook of your neck, filling you warm and slick until he goes soft inside of you.

Tomura pulls out and rests his head on your chest, his heart hammering against your belly, still trying to catch his breath; his fingers tracing mindless patterns over the shape of your waist, as your hands slide between the tangled locks of silver, lips laying little pecks over his crown.

Time slows down, minutes passing and quiet settles, he notices.

Quiet inside of him.

This is all he wanted from the moment he crossed the umbral of your door months ago. The insufferable itch silenced by the calming thump of your heart, fluttering softly behind the gate of your ribs and he wonders if maybe you’d have a room by your core where he could lay his bones to finally rest for a minute from all the rage and hate that burdens him.

Maybe you do have one, hidden and unspoken, a mirror of the one you occupy in the graveyard of his chest where he holds you beautiful and bright and…everything he doesn’t get to hate.

Yeah, he thinks you do. After all, he’s lying in your arms, isn’t it? You had caressed his face and marked his neck and back, all teeth and nails, to then crown him with a wreath of kisses, your body soft and still under his weight, while your hands brush carefully through his scalp.

He knows the feeling, he’s not stupid…but he doesn’t get to speak its name yet.

Is not that bad, after all. Being attached to you and the lullaby of your heartbeat could make him better, smarter, stronger. You could be another reason to fight and destroy. After all, in a society as rotten as this one, you’ll never be allowed to walk by his side if not by putting a bounty on your head too.

What the media would say about you? Would they catalog you as an S class villain? since your quirk is as deadly as it gets, you would be feared and hated. You can practically kill by just looking at someone and he’s not even sure if you really need to look to your target, after all.

And yet you are the kindest person he knows. If someone of the hero commission knew about this, you’d be hunted down despite your service as a doctor, despite your resolution to help whoever needs it, despite caring for those rotten and downthrown. And since you are critical of the system, you’d be reduced to just another animal to put down. Just like him.

Tomura swears he’ll decay every single person on the world before let that happen.

“Tomura…”

He rises his head to look at you, a question drawn across his face.

“Can you…move a little? My bra is killing me.”

“Ow…sorry about that.” He apologizes, curious eyes over the mark that the elastic has left over your skin as he sits by your side.

“Can you help me? I can’t reach the clip…”

“Sure…”  

You bend over to give him better access to your back, feeling his fingers brush over your skin carefully, before liberating you from the elastic straps incrusted on your flesh.

Tomura leans forward, placing soft kisses between your shoulder blades, letting his forehead rest over your spine and the touch is so sweet that it makes you wonder if maybe he does feel the same as you.

You get your answer when his hand moves forward to cup your breast, middle finger carefully up, as the other slides down between your thighs, making you sigh, feeling his hardness brushing your hip.

He nuzzles against your cheek, until you turn to kiss him deeply, warmth pooling between your legs again as his fingers play lazy between your slick entrance and the bundle of nerves. This time though, you take your chance and turn over, sitting on top before taking his wrist to lay kisses over the soft skin of his pulse.

Your quirk flares alive and before Tomura gets to catch on your intentions, his hands stand secured high against the headboard.

“What the…ow fuck!” He moans the moment your hand close over his length, pumping until he’s losing his breath, a ragged laugh scaping his jagged lips “fuck…you are an evil woman.”

“I should be proud if you say so.”

You accommodate over him, lowering until he fills you, pushing his previous release deeper into you.

Your pacing is torturingly slow and intense, soft moans and sweet whispers between languid kissed. Tomura watches hypnotized how your hips ride over the place you two connect, his crimson eyes half lidded as he lets you take him, before finally releasing your hold.

He touches you carefully this time, palming over the curve of your hipbone and your belly, index finger up as he wonders how deep is he, trying to feel himself from the outside, before pushing down to sink deeper into you, hitting the fragile spot where he makes you cry.

“I like you like this…” he speaks softly, looking you up from behind his eyelashes as you ride him slowly.

“How” your word is a whisper against his lips.

“Bare…” he rasps, his voice luring you into his embrace, spilling sweet nothing into his ear as he mumbles over and over again.

“My good girl…you are so good for me…”

This time you reach your peak softly. A sweet thing that fills you gently; walls fluttering around his oversensitive length while you keep rocking him until he stuffs you again, finally both falling back into the mattress side to side, already drifting into sleep, both tired and content.

A light touch catches your attention before falling unconscious. Tomura´s pinky hooks on yours as a silent plea, so you spill a peck over his shoulder before resting your temple on it, a sweet gesture that makes his heart tremble with fear and excitement for all the right reasons.

So, he does what he wants, sliding his arm under your neck and moving your head to rest on his chest. Over his heart he lays a fist for you to grip gently by the wrist before finally crowning you with soft kisses as the steady beat of his heart lulls you to dream.

Chapter 16 (soon)

[bakugous-abs]

Hiya! I adored your Fantasy AU! w/ kirishima and his lil babies! I saw you mentioned he wouldn't let anyone toich his s/o and babies for as long as he lives, so I'm asking for some angst to fluff ending! Say, an attack happens in the area s/o and her babies live, and she fights back and flees to the neighboring village with her babies, all while Kirishima and Bakugou were out. His reaction to the trashed home w/ blood around? Though, please fluffy ending or I'll cry💀

~Admin Blue

You’d fought back with all your strength whenthe hunters had burst into your territory under the cover of night. In the end,they’d walked away in worse shape than you, but you couldn’t risk them comingback when you were too weak to fight again so soon.

So you’d taken your babies and fled, mourningthe state of your once peaceful home. You knew Eijirou would find you all soonenough in town. The town wasn’t far, but you knew it was safe. The people knewyou and welcomed you without second thought and you knew your babies would beas safe as possible there.

Still, you knew the clearing looked like thestuff of nightmares. Half the blood was yours and surely that was why yourvision wavered. But you knew you’d be fine. The hunters’ blood made up theother half, after all.

The little boy in your arms fussed as hecurled against you, his sister huddled to your other side. They’d calmed downonce you’d entered the room, the fright from the situation long forgotten.

The pit of unease in Eijirou’s stomach wasn’tnecessarily new. He’d been feeling itfor hours, but now that he was closer to his home, he felt a deep sense ofdread that buried deep in his bones. He almost didn’t want to keep walkingtowards it.

Katsuki grimaced as he spotted a smallsplatter by his feet. The dull red stood out against the wet, green grass.“Hey, shitty-hair. You never told me. Do dragons hunt things bigger thanrabbits?”

Eijirou didn’t answer, instead picking up thepace as the scent of copper flooded his senses. Faint traces of you, yourbabies and something else tangled in.

The clearing was unnaturally still. Heexpected laughter or the sounds that came naturally with small children.

Instead, he found that patches of grass wereflattened and dyed a rusty red, littered with fallen scales. Your house wasdark, windows and door wide open. The rain had to have soaked everything…

Katsuki pushed the branches away from himselfto stand next to Eijirou, freezing at the sight. He barely avoided a lash ofEijirou’s tail as it whipped around, clawed hands flying up to his hair.

An odd sound tore from Eijirou’s throat with aheave of his chest. It was somewhere between a dry sob and a howl. There wereno footprints, no scent trail of you in any direction, nobody in the  house-

His world was crashing around him. Everythinglooked so wrong.

“Eijirou.” Katsuki’s hand rested on hisshoulder. “Listen to me. You can track them.”

Eijirou nodded. His heart felt like it wastrying to beat out of his chest. Breathing hurtas his chest and throat squeezed viciously.

It took what felt like forever, but eventuallyhe found a faint scent to track. His eyes lit up as he followed, only sparinghalf a second to look at Katsuki. “They ran towards town.”

Katsuki could barely keep up with the dragonas Eijirou ran. He was just human: as strong and fast as he was, Katsuki knewit’d be near impossible to comfortably match Eijirou’s pace, much more so nowthat Eijirou wasn’t thinking of him.

Nothingcould or would stop Eijirou from finding his family.

 And said dragon didn’t tire until he reachedtown, at which point Katsuki was gasping and sputtering for breath. Not thatKatsuki could entertain the thought of making him slow down; while he wasn’tnearly as close to you, he was scared.

If anything happened to you, that would be theend of Eijirou. He’d break.

You awoke to someone knocking on the door hardenough that it visibly moved. Your daughter yawned, big, dark eyes staring upat you as you sat up and took her into your arms. Her brother was still soundlyasleep, just barely stirring when the mattress moved.

You had a feeling you knew who was there butyou still kept your child tucked safely against your chest as you opened it.

“You’resafe!”

Before you could even blink you were pressedagainst a solid chest, kisses peppered frantically all over your face.

“Oh, that looks bad,” Eijirou winced, runninga thumb over a flourishing bruise on your cheek. His gaze drifted to your arms,the little dragon cradled in them.

His relief was dizzying. Tears pricked at thecorners of his eyes. “What happened? Is everyone okay? Are they hurt?”

You shushed him as your son began to fuss.“Everyone’s safe. Here. Hold him. He missed you.”

There was nothing that calmed him down fasterthan the reassurance of being curled up against his father. Tiny fingersgripped at his scarf, chubby cheek pressed against Eijirou chest.

“Hunters found us, but I scared them off. So Ihid here. But we’re fine- no, Eijirou, really, don’t cry!”

Eijirou sniffed, keeping the three of youpressed up against him. His hand gently smoothed the inky-black strands of hiskids’ hair as they whined and squirmed. “I was scared. I thought… And I wasn’tthere to help you! I’m so sorry!”

“Ei, it’s not your fault…”

“I promise I’ll keep you safe from now on. Twon’t happen again!” As far as he was concerned, he wasn’t leaving your sidefor days at the very least.

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Yandere Hawks 💛

When you have a nightmare

Warnings: Yandere Hawks

You couldve sworn the pounding of your chest was louder than the thunderous weather outside. You could feel the corner of your eyes begin to burn and shakily you threw off your blankets.

Last night you had made Keigo mad and so you had slept on the couch. You were surprised he didn't carry you in later. You guessed you had made him angrier than you thought...

You whimpered as another thunderous boom shook the apartment. All hesitation of being near your captor flew out the window and you darted to the bedroom.

You flung the door open, eyes adjusting to the dim room and the lump on the bed. Another thunderous clap had you springing forward into the pile of blankets before you could think twice.

"K-keigo" you whimpered as you clung to his sleeping form.

You felt him shift, "Huh? S'wrong baby?" he slurred sleepily.

All you could do was cry into him as the thunder hit again.

You felt his arms wrap around you. "Scared of the storm?" You nodded weakly.

"Come ere" he pulled you closer and you heard a gentle flutter. Normally you'd be afraid of his wings encasing you, but now you only feel comfort.

"S'okay, go to sleep, I'm here" soon you felt your fear dissipate and were lulled back to sleep. You could hate yourself for seeking his comfort in the morning, but right now, you'd let yourself feel safe.

[todoroki-waifu]

Oh Lawd

Started writing X reader fics for Boku no Hero and Kimetsu no Yaiba…my Tanjiro x Reader fic/oneshot turned out to be 4K word count… O_o 

I definitely need to shorten it lol 

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Poly Big Three and a fem s/o finding out Nejire and s/o are pregnant?

This one was adorable!

~Admin Blue

●       At first, Mirio’s just joking that they should take tests because they’re acting a little differently.

●       A week or two later it’s an actual concern, so Nejire goes and gets a few. By a few I mean somewhere around ten. She wants to be 100% sure on whatever the results are, and by extension, whatever S/o’s results are. She’s almost tempted to buy more and Tamaki is supportive of this if only because he wants to be just as sure.

●       S/o is more nervous than Nejire. While Nejire seems to take it all in stride, S/o is stuck thinking “Okay. What are we going to do? What’s going to happen?”

●       Tamaki takes to holding her hands and holding her close, quietly reassuring her that whatever happens, it’s okay. He’s nervous, too, so he’s also trying to keep himself calm.

●       They all come out positive.

●       Mirio hugs everyone so tightly it almost hurts.

●       Tamaki’s ready to faint. He’s not against it. It’s just a lot.

●       Nejire is too excited to even handle herself. She kisses all over S/o’s face while laughing. It makes S/o start giggling, too.

●       They all end up cuddled up together for hours after dinner, talking about how things will go now.

●       Mirio’s already talking about how he’s going to be the best dad. Tamaki argues that they’ll both be the best.

●       Mirio wants to tell everyone close to him. Give him a week or two and everyone will know.

●       Nejire’s the same. She’s so happy!

●       Tamaki’s just as excited. He’s just more private about it. He does tell people, though!

●       During that period of time she grows even closer with S/o. It becomes pretty common to find the two napping together throughout the day.

●       You best believe those babies are going to grow up being the safest kids in the world. In the sense that nothing will get past their parents and the sense that Tamaki is a worrier and will think of every possibility and plan for it. So much, in fact, that he probably already has suggestions for nursery themes.

●       Tamaki would rather die than make a phone call unless it’s to make an appointment for Nejire or S/o if they’re busy. When he does, everyone’s sort of amazed that he actually managed to get through the whole call.

●       Mirio is completely willing to indulge really weird 3am cravings. He has fun putting the weirdest stuff together.

●       Tamaki is less willing, but he’s not gonna stop them. He’ll just sit there trying not to look as disgusted as he feels. He’s eaten some pretty weird stuff but he’s not about to torture himself like that.

●       Tamaki briefly thinks things will be easier seeing as there’s 4 adults involved. Until all the not-so-fun stuff kicks in. If anyone as an extreme mood swing and yells at him or near him again he’s going to cry. (Mirio’s the one in charge of that. He can make anyone smile instantly. It comes in handy now.)

●       All in all, they’re all overjoyed despite the weird parts of parenthood.

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Headcannons of Bakugo physically fighting with Todoroki after he injured Bakugo's crush in a battle? I hope that's enough detail!

~Admin Blue

-Katsuki is livid the second he finds out. 

-Everyone knows it was an accident; Shouto wasn’t the type to deliberately hurt anyone on his side. 

-Katsuki isn’t gonna accept that, though. The second he saw the burns going up his crush’s arm, he was about ready to kill a man. 

-He doesn’t, though. Oh no. Bakugou isn’t the forgiving type. So the second he sees Shouto, he’s an irate mess. He’s yelling and growling about how could Shouto be such an idiot. 

-Shouto’s relatively calm face as Katsuki rants is what makes him blow up. 

-There’s barely any warning before he takes a swing at Shouto, his other hand crackling loudly. He barely registers someone yelling his name and someone else running for Aizawa as he slams his crackling palm into Shouto’s chest.

-Todoroki struggles under him, the floor around him frosting over, but it’s hard to really escape an angry Bakugou when he’s pinning him down with all his weight. So he grips Katsuki’s arm and lets his hand warm up more and more, waiting for Bakugou to flinch. 

-Katsuki doesn’t relent for a while, at some point hitting Shouto across the face and barely registering when ice grazes across the side of his face; Shouto’s struggling not to seriously hurt him because he knows that would just get them in deeper trouble. 

-Eventually Bakugou falters and Shouto manages to land a nasty blow to his stomach, ice covering his hand as he readies another one and-

-Aizawa’s prying Katsuki off him with his capture weapon, quickly erasing his quirk to make him easier to handle. 

-Katsuki’s still panting, hissing and spitting out threats and struggling against the capture weapon keeping him put. 

-He’s definitely in trouble. The hallway is a mess, the walls and floor are slightly burnt in spots, Shouto’s nose is bleeding. 

-Katsuki touches his face and realizes there’s a cut on his forehead that’s bleeding all over his face. When did he get that? 

-Eventually, he sags against what’s restraining him, adrenaline fading fast and prepares for the chewing out of his life; the fight could’ve been more destructive, yes, but he had just lunged at his classmate with what seemed to be no provocation. 

-It’s worth it if Shouto is at least half as hurt as Y/n, though. 

-He sits through Aizawa’s speech and shudders at the promise of punishment during the week but as soon as Aizawa leaves, Katsuki takes off towards Recovery Girl to see Y/n. 

-When he gets there, he can barely stay still as Recovery Girl cleans up the cut on his face and when he’s finally let go, he rushes over to Y/n and sits down on the first chair he finds next to them. 

-Not gonna lie, he’s proud. 

-“So, Y/n, I took care of that idiot for you.” He’s grinning as Y/n demands to know how much trouble he’s in. 

-“None of your business. Now, when can you take those bandages off? I need to know how long to keep making that asshole feel sorry about what he did.”

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How about some fluffy and NSFW wedding day and night headcanons with Midoriya, Todoroki, and Bakugou?

I’m a sucker for the domestic stuff, so this is right up my alley

~Admin HeroWeekly

Midoriya

SFW

- Crying. Constantly

- For real, Midoriya cannot keep the smile from his face as he watches you the entire day

- The first dance is you leading him because he can’t focus on anything other than your beautiful face

- His mom is just as hysterical as he is, and your parents end up having to console her

- The “I do” is the hardest and easiest thing he’s ever said in his life. He just can’t get enough air in his lungs to say the words

NSFW

- That night, he notices how amazing the dress makes your chest look. Have you always been so…well-endowed?

- The dress perfectly sculpted your chest and backside, and the poor guy couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering once he realized

- Once you guys hit the hotel, he’s on you in an instant

- His shy mannerisms seem to disappear as he peels that beautiful fabric from your even more beautiful figure

- Body worship is his main focus that night, and he constantly tells you how lucky he is to have such an amazing woman as his wife

- The sex is amazing, as he’s simply caring for you in so many ways now. Wandering hands happen the entire time, and his eyes can’t get enough of your amazing figure

Todoroki

SFW

- He can’t believe how incredibly lucky he is 

- His heart races the whole day as he watches you dance around the room and interact with everyone

- Todoroki casually gushes, in his own way, about how much he loves you and how amazing you are to everyone who will listen

- Have you ever seen “How to lose a guy in 10 days”? In the end, when they’re head over heels for each other dancing, is the look Todoroki gives you the entire time

- People have to physically touch his shoulder to tear his gaze from you at times

- Literally never seen him so happy in his entire life

NSFW

- Back at your home, Todoroki can’t wait to get his hands on your chest. Such a boobs guy

- While he loves how you look in your dress, he is equally as excited to get it off of you

- He’s all for teasing you that night, using his mouth to do most of the work 

- You’ll know how loved you are, but will also love/hate that quirk of his. He’s using it to his advantage that night and you can’t decide whether to scream with pleasure or frustration

Bakugou

SFW

- The most awkward of the three

- While he’s excited and happy and anxious, he can’t help but feel so awkward standing up at the front of the room

- He smiles genuinely towards you the whole time and is the most subdued you’ve ever seen him in his entire life

- First dance, he actually tears up but only you know that. He swears to maim you if you ever tell anyone (he won’t, but still)

NSFW

- This is where he shines

- Bakugou enjoys your body in or out of the dress, so he plays with you in it for a bit

- Despite his fiery personality, Bakugou is surprisingly gentle with you. Lingering touches, fingers grazing your skin

- All about the physical touch side of things. He wants to make you first night enjoyable in every way possible

- Round one is sensual and loving, round two is pure erotica, and round three? Well, let’s just say that you guys got real, real close 

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Could I get a scenario where Aizawa’s fiancé’s parents aren’t happy with their engagement and urge them to accept a quirk marriage because they don’t believe Aizawa’s quirk is compatible with their daughter’s? Maybe they even offer Aizawa money to break it off with them?

~Admin Blue

Aizawa liked to take things slow. It was just the kind of person he was. He liked to mull things over and be completely sure of his next move, so when he’d proposed he’d definitely meant it. At first, Aizawa had thought the question was a joke, because it was the most absurd thing that had been asked of him in his entire goddamn life.Shota didn’t bother hiding his dislike of Y/n’s parents even to their faces. They’d only given them trouble during the span of relationship and said things Shota couldn’t forgive. Who could treat their family like an experiment?Y/n had come to him shaky and too upset to function more than once over them. They seemed nearly obsessive about pairing her up with someone compatible with her quirk and clearly Aizawa’s did not go well with Y/n’s quirk, but frankly, they didn’t care. Every visit to or from them seemed to end the same way, however. If they couldn’t see the moral issue with what they planned, why couldn’t they at least see their daughter and her fiance as their own people?A startled laugh spilled from Shota’s lips as the question was repeated. He didn’t like them, but he had never expected to be stuck in this situation. Shota’s brow furrowed as an envelope was nudged towards him.“Would you be willing to go your sepparate way for a large payment?”“No. Not at all. That is a completely absurd offer.” He nearly slammed his hands on the table as he moved to stand up. “Y/n is a grown adult. It’s not your choice.”Social norms be damned, Shota rose from his seat and began to walk away, leaving them behind. If he saw them after a couple decades, it would still be too soon.Aizawa had erroneously assumed that at least once he got home, he could push this aside until he found the proper thing to do to; he was certainly not going to break it off with Y/n. No amount of money would do that.However, he’d bary settled on his couch to gather his thoughts before Y/n came crashing in. “They called. They’re really, really mad. Apparently they found a man with a quirk they think is good and I can’t,” Y/n broke off with a quiet sob, raising a hand to wipe at her eyes. “I can’t handle it.”Y/n flopped onto the couch, furiously blinking back tears. “I love you so much; why can’t they just see that?”Shota pulled her into a hug, sighing. “You shouldn’t pay attention to what they say. It’s your choice. You’re an adult.” They’d gone through this far too many times.Y/n’s shoulders jerked with a loud sob as she pressed against Shota, feeling his arms squeeze slightly. Slender fingers carded through her hair, Shota’s other hand resting on her back, gently imploring her to stay close.Shota was tired. Exhausted, even, of dealing with this issue. “Maybe it’s time to block some numbers,” he suggested. To Shota, it just wasn’t his place to decide what Y/n did about her family, but he hoped she’d listen. “Doesn’t have to be today. Just when you feel ready, if that’s what you want to do.”“Yeah. Maybe it is.” Y/n looked at him, then at the phone she’d left on the coffee table. “Thank you for dealing with… this.”“I’m not leaving, so don’t worry about it.”And for the first time in an eternity, Shota fell into a peaceful sleep, Y/n following soon after. 

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Oh god I don’t know how to phrase this but. What if Aizawa would babysit for the Iidas when they couldn’t watch Tenya? Like... that sort of thing. So I was wondering if any of you incredible writers have headcanons involving Aizawa being a secondary big bro for everyone’s favorite class rep? Hella bonus points if the class finds out and teases Tenya over it! (If you somehow manage to include Aizawa and Tensei being Bros I’m probably gonna be totally speechless tbh-) please have a good day y’all!

Hello! I thought that this was really cute! I tried to include everything that you mentioned, so I hope you enjoy!

~Admin HeroWeekly

- Aizawa was kind of shocked to find that Tenya was in his class

- More like, really shocked

- The two would share a look the first day before Aizawa started the lecture

- Aizawa would try his best to not pick favorites and such, but having known the Iida’s for so long, it was hard not to give Tenya special attention

- He’d talk to Tenya about family happenings and such, and would often-times assist Tenya with his schoolwork and such. Outside of school, though

- Aizawa was pretty close with Tensei, and he would often talk to him about Tenya’s progress in the program and how much he was growing as a person and a hero

- When Tensei was attacked, Tenya was so distraught. He spent hours with Aizawa in his office and outside of school, just needing that support system. Aizawa didn’t find this awkward persay, but it was definitely not what he was used to

- The pro found it hard to seperate the “teacher” role and the “brother” role with Tenya. The class would eventually learn about it because, you know, those things don’t go unnoticed

- Aizawa didn’t find it weird in any sense, but found it minorly uncomfortable when Tenya would approach him in the classroom to talk about personal stuff

- Eventually, the class wouldn’t be able to ignore it anymore and one of the BakuSquad would find out about the two’s past

- Tenya would get teased endlessly about his “super cool big bro” being their teacher

- Tenya actually liked it? He already loved Tensei so much, and now that he didn’t have to hide it, Tenya was the biggest teacher’s pet for all the right reasons

- Aizawa might actually have to step in and stop the teasing, because although it didn’t affect the class rep, it might get out of hand

- The bromance between Aizawa and Tensei would be real, especially after he was attacked

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Ooooooo! If ur headcanons are open, could I get an Aizawa x reader where his g/f or s/o is like a warrior from Grecian times, and has trouble understanding modern culture? But is a hardcore fighter with a sword? Thank you!

Hello there! I am the biggest history buff, and when I was this I may or may not have squealed like a child. With that said, enjoy!

~Admin HeroWeekly

- Aizawa is immediately drawn to her enthusiasm and determination

- It’s a little hard for him to wrap his mind around the fact that this isn’t her time period, but Aizawa doesn’t really mind

- He’d have quite the time trying to explain modern culture and aspects to her

- Aizawa, being a teacher with no patience, would have to find a unique way to teach his s/o because literally everything is strange and different to them

- But, what better way to do so than combat? He’d probably capitalize on the fact that they’re a warrior and would start small, with modern military advancements and such

- Outside of teaching them, Aizawa would be so interested in learning from them as well. He’d sit there for hours playing with their hair as they explained about their time period and culture

- Dates would be pretty weird for them? Aizawa is more of a guy of solitude, but I can see his s/o wanting to experience all that our time period has to offer them. *Cut scene to Aizawa being dragged around an amusement park, followed by ice skating, followed by the zoo, so on and so forth*

- His s/o may get a little confrontational around the whole hero thing, but eventually they would bond over it. I mean, she’s basically a hero from her own time period, right?

- Aizawa would really have to work her into emotion. He’s not one to use or show it himself, but his s/o would need his help with understanding that not everything is about combat and such

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Tensei playing with/babysitting his toddler niece/nephew that has a teleportation quirk?

!!! I found this post very pure and I couldn’t help snatch it for myself! This is gonna be before Tensei got paralyzed

 -Bomb 

“Now… where did you go?” Tensei walked through the house, a smile on his face as he stepped into the living area, his eyes wandering to small and obvious places where the little girl could have been hiding.

A giggle resounded throughout the room, Tensei’s eyes shooting over to the place where the noise had come from.

A bump was visible behind the floor-length floral curtains, a noticeable shadow glowing through them as the light hit the window. It moved very slightly with the shake of some shoulders, a muffled snickering sound coming from them.

“Hmm… it doesn’t look like they’re in here…” he quieted his footsteps, walking to the other end of the closed curtains. “Might as well leave and keep searching.” He made his footsteps loud and progressively made them quieter, hopefully tricking the child into thinking he was walking away.

The bulge in the curtains moved as she opened a small hole and peeked out, her eyes gazing left and right, but not behind.

She stepped out into the open, hunching her back as she crept on the tips of her clothed toes, her arms tucked under her chest. She didn’t stop Tensei slowly following her.

He grinned as he sped up, raising his arms before swinging them forward, snatching her in his hands, yelling out a triumphant ‘Gotcha!’ as she twirled her around in the air, her surprised screeching echoing through the entire house.

“Ha! I gotcha now!” He hugged her close before holding her out to get a look at her, expecting a defeated face, but instead got a cocky grin.

“Or do you?” She held her eyes closed as her body glowed for only a second before it released into a harmless blue ray around her and she vanished into thin air, blinding Tensei temporarily.

Babysitting was a bit harder than Tensei had originally thought when he volunteered himself to stay home from work and watch over his niece. He thought he would be able to just keep her contained to the living area and her playroom/bedroom, but she had other plans.

She wanted to play a game probably only she can win at. Hide and Seek.

She had inherited her teleportation quirk from her mother, and the glowing colors from her father. And she was using them to her advantage as much as possible.

“Ha ha!” he heard from behind himself, rubbing his eyes and turning around to see her standing there with her hands on her hips and a confident smile on her face. “You lost!” 

“No, I didn’t. I grabbed you, you little gremlin but you teleported away!” He leaned down to her level, staring her in the eye with a kind smile.

“Yeah, but I got away! So you didn’t!” She stuck her tongue out in a mocking manner while shaking her behind.

“Oh yeah? Bet you I can catch you again!” He held his arms out at his sides, ready to reach out and grab her.

“No you can’t!” she yelled as she teleported away from his grasp, reappearing behind him.

Tensei turned around and smirked at the little girl, her smiling back as the exact same words span through their minds… Challenge Accepted.

For the next few minutes, Tensei was forced to run around the house and constantly turn around, twisting and curving his body just to keep an eye on the little bugger, and she was having a blast, running around without a care in the world as to what was happening.

Her teleportations became less sprawled out, and more confined to a singular area, but that only made Tensei easier to deceive and disorient. The constant turning was making him dizzy, and finally, the running stopped when the little girl did one last teleport above Tensei, landing on his back and making them both topple to the ground, a giggling mess.

Tensei eventually stopped laughing first, getting up and scooping the child into his arms as her head bobbed back and forth, eyes wanting to close from the tiredness and energy used to constantly do all those teleportations having a sleepy effect on her.

But once he started walking, her light snores were heard in the hallway, his footsteps quiet as he made his way to her bedroom.

Like any young girls room, it was filling with lots of pinks and purples and some dolls here and there, but there was the occasional action figure of various heroes laying around on the floor or in a dollhouse.

He slowly shifted her onto the bed, a smile on his face as he covered her small body under the pink tiger blanket, her breaths even but somehow also worn out.

He leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead, patting her head before muttering something under his breath and quietly closing the door behind him.

“Told you I’d get you.”

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Hi! Present Mic is my favorite and I never see enough of him ;__; Could I please get a fluffy scenario of his fem crush accidentally admitting she loves him and she gets really embarrassed and worried he will reject her? I'm such a sap for fluff

~Admin Blue

It was storming out, the rain pelting against the windows and a chill seeped into everyone’s bones. At least it was relatively warmer inside, even wearing soaked clothes.His arm rested across Y/n’s shoulder, his eyes sparkling with glee as he used his other hand to gesture wildly along to wherever his rant was going. A wide grin sat plastered on his face as he switched topics to his radio show.For someone who could read whole crowds and audiences so well, Hizashi could be painfully oblivious. Y/n had been pining after him for longer than she remembered. Hell, Nemuri had noticed already. And Hizashi usually had great control over his quirk- he was a pro, after all, but sometimes he got too excited for anyone’s good, and as he grew more and more excited, his volume rose higher and higher. And the louder he grew, the more Y/n’s ears began to hurt until his voice seemed to rattle her bones. When no sign of him quieting down showed, Y/n cringed. She loved Hizashi but, god, that hurt her ears.“Hizashi, I love you, but you’re being a little loud!” Y/n shouted over him, an awkward smile on her face and her brow furrowed slightly. Hizashi stopped mid-word, blinking owlishly. His arm left her shoulders as he composed himself.Silence settled between them for a second or two before Y/n flushed deep red, hiding her face in her hands. “Oh my god. I’m so so sorry.” She gulped. “Just forget that. Oh god. I-”Fuck. Inevitably, Hizashi would reject her and then their friendship would end and-“What for?” His usual grin had turned mischievous, though it was difficult to look unflustered with his cheeks starting to faintly flush pink. “It was about time you said it!” Was he making fun of her?How cruel.Y/n blinked once, twice, and dropped her gaze to the ground.“Hey!” He cut in, pitch somewhere just under painful. He waved his hands in front of himself rapidly. “I didn’t wanna force it out of ya’, but it was kind of obvious!”Oh no.“So… I’m guessing you don’t feel the same?” Y/n’s shoulders hunched in shame.“Of course I do!” He declared and Y/n knew if he got any more hyped up he’d broadcast it to the whole damn world.Her eyes lit up and he felt something flutter in his stomach. About damn time, huh?“Let’s go get something to eat together after the rain stops, then. I know this great place-!”Y/n’s expression softened as he rambled on about his favorite restaurants. Why hadn’t she spoken up sooner? 

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Could I get a scenario where a 1-A student, who was formerly raised by a villain, was triggered by a simple pat on the shoulder and almost hurts their classmate during a training exercise. They run off, ashamed, only to be confronted by All Might and Aizawa (separately, but if it’s too much, preferably All Might) who’s aware of their past and they ask him if “someone like them” could be a hero too?

Lyssa here! Sorry for taking forever, but this was a really fun request, I hope my terrible writing didn’t ruin it! I tried to make it sorta fluffy towards the end

. ~ Admin Lyssa. 

No one dared to mess with them, specifically because of their tragic backstory, they were raised by villains who tortured their parents, but they acted so calm and rational. I

t was a strange sight to see, but they always greeted with kind smiles and friendly waves, appearing perfectly fine, how could someone raises in such horrible states grow up to be perfectly fine, that was Kaminari’s one question, he thought about it day to day, and sometimes even watched them from afar, waiting to see their next move, some may call it stalking. 

The next day was a training day, which excited the whole class, except (Y/N), who mumbled incoherent words beside Kaminari, to which he watched in awe. 

They all entered the training room, Aizawa decided on practice battling. 

But once he began naming the groups the blood drained from his joyous face, he was facing against (Y/N), he had never fought them, just watched, everyone watched when they fought, their quirk was something from the ordinary, but they had always been against Bakugou and Izuku, who seemed to be the only that couldn’t be killed or seriously injured from their quirk. 

(Y/N)’s quirk was a power up quirk of sort, when activating their quirk, their body would have a purple luminous glow, and their mental and physical stature would be enhanced to great extents. 

“(Y/N) (L/N) and Denki Kaminari, you’re next.” Kaminari’s insides charred at the thought of going against someone with seemingly god-like powers. 

He struggled to contain his panic as he watched the next match, but all he could imagine was the fight, and pain. 

“Next match!” 

He stood in the ring, (Y/N) waited patiently with a dull look on their face, which made his worry increase just looking at them.In a matter of seconds, Kaminari was already on the ground, an overpowered (Y/N) pushing him to the ground, he was unable to escape, he felt trapped, he couldn’t lose so soon. 

“(Y/N) wins the match.” Aizawa called in his usually dull tone, (Y/N) backed away, their friendly smile returning. 

Just as they walked away, into the halls, Kaminari stood in defeat, kicking the rumble from the torn ring, as her quirk destroyed parts of it. 

They both walked to the locker rooms together, (Y/N) said nothing and neither did Kaminari, but something inside of him screamed out, he wanted a rematch, he had to have one. 

He placed a hand on (Y/N), beginning to demand a rematch, but his plans flew just like he did, (Y/N) activated their quirk seconds later, pushing Kaminari off of them, he flung back into a wall, ultimately crushing himself into a wall, a cloud of dust surround him, and (Y/N) couldn’t see any signs of movement. 

Immediately, the entire class scattered back to see what had unfolded, only one person managed to muster a word. 

“Idiot.” Bakugo snickered as he saw Kaminari’s injured form. 

(Y/N) fled from the scene, too ashamed to face the crowd, tears sprung their frightened eyes. 

She ran so far, she ran into teachers, soon running into All Might, who caught their arm gently before they could run anymore. 

“Why in such a hurry?” he asked, even though he knew very well why, as everyone was talking about it, (Y/N) took time to regain composure, but failed. 

“I’m going to get expelled, I didn’t mean it! Is he okay?” they frantically spoke, making All Might let out a hushed chuckle. 

“He’s quite all right, Recovery Girl treated him immediately, and no expulsion is needed, as you didn’t mean it.” he reassured the teen, who let out a sigh of relief, but quickly tightened again. 

“Can I see him? I just want to check on him.” they asked, to which All Might nodded. 

The short walk to the infirmary was spent in uncomfortable silence, leaving (Y/N) to their thoughts.

“All Might?” they spoke, making sure their voice didn’t crack in the process. 

“Yes, Young (Y/N)?.” he responded. “Do you think someone like me, c-could be a hero?” they were close to breaking down, seeming to know the answer was no. 

“Of course,” the words surprised them, (Y/N)’s eyes widened and darted to All Might as they walked, his face calm and collected. 

“You think you’re different, which is true, everyone is, but you if you truly want to use your powers for good, who’s going to stop you?” the words brought him back to Izuku Midoriya, he had doubted the boy, but with a good heart, anyone could be a hero. 

(Y/N) remained silent through the rest of walk, reflecting on All Might’s heartfelt words. 

“We’re here.” they broke from their thoughts to visit Kaminari, who lay asleep on the hospital bed, (Y/N) flinched just at the sight of him. 

‘I caused that.’ 

Those exact words ran through their head over and over, but Kaminari woke up to free them. 

“Hey.” he smiled, his wobbly and dorky smile returned to normal, (Y/N) smiled. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” (Y/N) spoke, their voice softening to almost a whisper. 

“It’s cool, but I can’t believe you went so easy on me in the match! That power you showed near the locker rooms was incredible!” the boy spoke in awe, making the other teen blush. 

“We have to have a rematch.” Kaminari finally demanded, but (Y/N) already began to disagree, only to be interrupted. 

“I know what you’re going to say, but I promise you won’t hurt me, you just caught me off guard, I can totally beat you.” 

Those words finally brought (Y/N) to accept. 

“Deal.”

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Hello! For your scenario ask if it's not too much trouble: bird boy has a crush on y/n and is too shy and flustered to ask her out so the boys in the class try to set them up :)

Hi! I loved writing this! Tokoyami definitely deserves more love! 

-Mod Blue

“It’s gonna be fine, bro! Just ask them to study with us!“ 

As Tokoyami stood there, clutching a book to his chest, he couldn’t help but regret letting his friends talk him into this. His skin was burning up under his feathers, shoulders pulled in nervously as he waited. 

He tried to focus on his phone, fiddling with the corners of its case. The texts staring back at him seemed almost patronizing now. Denki’s genuinely curious ‘tell us how it goes, dude!’ and Shoji’s gentle reminder that if it was too much, he could tell him to pop up and rescue him, seemed like a mean joke seeing as he was having trouble even just sitting here, waiting. ‘He knew they’d all meant well but he had no clue how to live with this amount of embarrassment and anxiety coursing through his veins as he realized what they’d plotted. Clearly, no-one else was going to show up. 

They were just going to study. Nothing too bad. He’d done the hardest part already and asked them to join him as everyone had suggested. He could do this.

“Hi there, Tokoyami!" 

Oh fuck. He couldn’t do this. Tokoyami Fumikage was not made for these things. 

He barely managed to choke out a startled greeting as they took the seat in front of him, spreading their stuff all over their side of the table. Books, Notebooks, pens, and pencils filled up space between them quickly as he followed suit, keeping one last book on his lap. 

They were distracting. They fidgeted in their seat, organizing their things as Tokoyami pretended to focus on his notes. But his gaze flicked towards them curiously as they continued to fidget. "Is something wrong?” Had he done something wrong? He doubted it but- 

“No, I’m fine!” they smiled at him and he felt something in him melt. “Oh- hey there, buddy!" 

Oh god, not now. "I’m sorry, I’ll handle it-” If his face was hot before, now it was positively scorching. 

“I don’t mind Dark Shadow being out, so don’t worry. He’s actually kinda cute. He can hang around if he wants." 

Did they ever plan to stop surprising him? They didn’t mind Dark Shadow goofing off around them? ”…Alright, then.“ 

Before he knew it, an hour of joking around had passed and he found himself with his elbows on the table, listening intently to the story Y/N was telling as they languidly stroked Dark Shadow’s head. They were something else, really. Soon enough, they’d abandoned studying and dragged their chair over to sit closer to Tokoyami, still gesturing and continuing on with their story. 

With every gesture, the fondness in his chest deepened.

"Hey, you’re kinda spaced out. Is there something you wanna talk about?" 

"Yes.” No! Why was his mouth working faster than his brain? 

“Then go ahead.” They met his gaze and he had to look away, choosing to focus on the book still in his lap. 

“I… value your company greatly and do not wish to pressure you, but I… have found I have feelings for you.” Great. There’s no going back on that one. There’s a brief silence and shame twists in his guts like an angry serpent. Dark Shadow starts becoming restless with his regret and he withdraws the entity rather quickly. Fumikage can’t help but feel vaguely… upset at his friends for encouraging him to do this. 

“O-oh!” Their face flushes and they laugh awkwardly. “I uh… it’s… it’s mutual." 

He startles, eyes widening. "That’s… wonderful.” And he laughs, actually laughs with relief. Dark Shadow pops up once more but he’s too distracted, reeling in disbelief to wrangle him.

“Can I…?” They drift off mid-sentence, but they stand, hand hovering over the front half of Fumikage’s beak. 

Tokoyami allows it, gently bumping his beak into their cheek, tensing up as they press a small little kiss to the side of his beak, face red. Somewhere behind him, Dark Shadow makes a mocking, laughing sound and Tokoyami recalls him once more, mortified until he hears them giggle, looking just as flustered as he felt. 

“So uh… same time tomorrow?” “That would be lovely.” Tokoyami swallows thickly, relaxing as they begin to pick up their things. Once they’ve left with one more timid peck, he begins to answer the wave of texts he’s gotten. 

Maybe playing along wasn’t so bad. 

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Could I ask for some headcanons on how Iida would deal with an s/o who is super ‘rebellious’ and rowdy and likes to ignore the rules a little. They never force him, but they always try to drag him to go get food past curfew, tries to sneak into the pool at night, always asks if they can sleep in his dorm, tries to convince him to sleep in and cuddle, steals his clothes, etc. Plus they go a little overboard with PDA and cuddles all the time. They mean well though and love him so much. Thanks!💙💙

Helloo, I’m Lyssa (also known as Alyssa), one of the admins for this account, this is my first time writing for it, so I’m super excited! I’m still a bit new to the headcannons thing so I’m sorry if it turns out bad! 

~Admin Lyssa

- When they first met, he wasn’t all too appreciative of his S/O, mostly because they were rebellious against almost anything an adult or anyone said, but did it with style. 

- They always knock on his dorm door, so lightly not even Jiro could hear using her quirk, so they’d eventually have to knock harder. 

- He typically answers in an annoyed/excited state due to his S/O, ready for a snack hunt. 

- They almost always end with him coming along and you both end up getting caught for how loud he “whispers” or him not even coming. 

- Sometimes they go overboard and force him to sneak into the pool with them, they always get caught.

-  They got caught so much Aizawa has begun to put “NO TENYA IIDA AND (Y/N) (L/N) ALLOWED AFTER DARK.” around, it just excites them more. 

- Sometimes the late night visits are just when they want to cuddle and take his clothes, those pleads are too hard to resist for him, and always gives into their needy ways.

-  When in public they go over the top, trying to sneak as much PDA into the day as possible, his red face always makes them smirk and encourages them to do more of it. 

- “S-stop that (Y/N), it is not appropriate when in public!” 

- Still does it.

-  But even though they embarrass him to no end, they love him dearly, and would do anything for him, just to see that proud look on his face.