#bnha ask

[viburnt]

Dabi: And just what makes you think I couldn't kill you?

You: *Shows him domestic love and safety*

Dabi: Shit-

[theameba1436]

My ask are open since I'm off for two days and will be taking a small break from writing. The only oc I'm doing anything with at the time is Wesley. I need to update my pin post on him but you can find more on him if you look up the tag oc:wesley on my profile.

[jullovve]

Hello! Sorry if this sounds strange...but I'm in a bit of a block when it comes to writing so I'm going around to my favourite KiriBaku/BakuShima artists and wondering if I could reblog one or two of their art pieces with a little one-shot/drabble to go with it! If you're okay with the idea, could you please link which posts you'd like for me to write on? And if you have a AO3 or Wattpad account, I'll gladly credit you there because I tend to also post what I write here on those websites as well!

Thank you! ✨

aaaa that's so sweet!! i'm sorry about the block though... i hope you will get out if it as soon as possible!!

i would love to read that!! 😭😭😭 and hmm i don't know what exactly to choose... but feel free to use whatever you want if it can inspire you!! 💔💔💔

unfortunately i don't use ao3 or wattpad (at least yet hehe) but you leaving a credit to me on insta/twt/tmblr just by my username (it's jullovve everywhere) would be enough for me! 🥺⭐

please let me know if you do this!! i would be super happy to see it!!!

[epickiya722]

NEW MHA ASK GAME!

Give me a quirk and I'll tell you if it's a quirk I...

Would love to have.

Would hate to have.

Could live with.

Couldn't live with.

Don't really care for.

[000bun]

[burquillos]

He bought it at a thrift store

[habken]

pigtail pulling

[noodles-and-tea]

Izuku sensei is so Clark Kent coded... ooough

UR SO RIGHT WHAT

[rottmntrulesall]

Thinking about how this implies that izuku talks about katsuki when he’s with her

[kitkat13001]

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝚘𝚑, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚠…

⤷ mha x f!reader (use of she/her pronouns, fem. relationship labels)

⭑ number-one hero deku, sitting on the couch across from his girlfriend in his pajamas, applying matching green face masks and giggling at the mess they’re making

⭑ cold and formidable pro-hero shoto, cross-legged on the wood-paneled floor with his wife as they share a bottle of wine, despite the large vacant table and long vacant counter, laughing quietly about the most recent scandal at work

⭑ great explosion murder god dynamight, begging for mercy as his fiancée sits atop his chest grinning triumphantly and tickling him without remorse, his eyes watering and lungs burning because she knows exactly the spot that makes him unravel 

⭑ fashion icon pinky, known for her model-worthy looks, bundled up in blankets and stolen hoodies and mismatched socks and sweatpants with her girlfriend as the two of them binge-watch all five seasons of riverdale 

⭑ charming and dashing hero chargebolt, sitting in front of the tv at seven am, sharing a blanket with his fiancée and watching cartoons and eating cereal because neither of them wanted to cook and definitely not resembling two responsible adults whose wedding is in two months

⭑ the ever cool and composed ingenium absolutely losing his shit because his wife was unaware that the dominos pasta containers are aluminum and cannot go in the microwave, as they found out the hard way, the pair now staring at a crispy microwave and charred countertop

⭑ sweet and kind uravity who becomes an absolute menace when up against her girlfriend at mario kart because they agreed the loser would do the dishes and she refuses to even touch that mountain of plates after tamale night 

⭑ the manliest of all heroes, red riot, who swears there is no manlier thing than going for drive-thru at one in the morning with his fiancée in the passenger seat because they had a fry craving

masterlist — dividers by @/cafekitsune

[viburnt]

"stop you're going to fast" with izuku or shoji

fluff like domestic or smtg

I went with Shoji because I feel like he is a little underrated by the fandom, he deserves some love. Anyways, thanks for requesting, Anon! Hope you like it <3

-Viburnt

𝐌𝐞𝐳𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐣𝐢 || 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

Shoji liked Sundays because he could spend time with you. He'd eagerly count the minutes until the last day of the week arrived, your radiant smile showing at his doorstep first thing in the morning.

A warm feeling always erupted within him, the skin on his cheeks turning rosy as your eyes sought his. You made him feel like a child again, always coming up with the wildest ideas and fun plans.

If he had to express it more poetically, you were the spark that ignited the fuel within his heart.

—Shoji!— He heard you say with a cheeky voice, his door opening as you made your way through. —I know what we'll be doing today.— You stated mischievously.

His black eyes watched as you rummaged through your messenger bag, textbooks still kept in it as you'd just finished your extra classes. Your hand pulled a crinkled paper, a little torn on the edges due to your clumsiness.

—What is that?— He asked as you handed him the colorful flyer; it was a bake-off, and the winners would get an unlimited pass to a local restaurant.

—What do you say, Sho? Think you're good at baking?— You said with a grin, hoping he'd say yes.

Now, if only he hadn't let you convince him.

—Stop, you are going too fast! The cake batter is spilling out of the bowl.— Shoji heard you say with laughter; the kitchen of the common area had been turned into a pastry war zone.

—You need to do it slow, with rhythm. Like a dance, you know? One, two, three, one, two, three!— You instructed, moving your hands to exemplify the motion.

—I don't think we are making any progress here.— Shoji admitted, leaving the mix of vanilla batter on the counter in defeat. —We could ask Rikido to guide us, he has more experience in this kind of thing.

He heard you hum and shake your head, hopping up the kitchen aisle to take a seat. You took the bowl from him, noticing how the batter had become dense and thick.

—It's not good, is it?— You muttered while sinking a finger into the mix, giving it a taste. —But it doesn't taste bad at all, so that means we are on the correct path.

Picking some more batter with a nearby spoon, you offered Shoji a taste. He had to admit you were right; it had a soft vanilla flavor that melted on the tongue.

—Besides, even if our cake is not the best, I like my time with you. Wouldn't want to share it with anyone else.— You admitted, feeling the temperature on your face rise.

Shoji gave you a tender look, letting his head rest on your chest as your hand played with his hair.

He loved Sundays, and he loved you.

[theameba1436]

Going to try and write today, but IDK on what I want to write my story however, my mood isn't suited for it. I would do ask thing but IDK if people would ask me any. Because I would do some for Wesley so I can get some more stuff down for him and let everyone get to know him better. So if you all would want to know more about Wesley feel free to ask away.

[jullovve]

using all of his arms to cuddle; that shoji art is the cutest thing i‘ve ever seen in my whole life. ty for sharing 🩵

ahhh thank you so much!! 😭😭😭 now i cant stop thinking how nice it must be to be cuddled or hugged by him;(( hahah

thanks once again for your feedback!! 🙁❤❤

[inumkii]

asking for a friend

denki, izuku, shouto, amajiki, shinsou x reader (individual)

they hide their feelings for you under the disguise of their friend

releasing this one from my drafts. hi amajiki nation heres my contribution... hope this is good... been nervous about posting recently for no reason

[katsukimybf]

bc all i think abt is college!katsuki

Katsuki Bakugou is the epitome of the type of friend where you don’t actually know if you are friends.

It started off slow and gradual; a head nod when you sat next to him in class for the first time. You didn’t think much of it at first—just Bakugou being Bakugou, cold and distant as can be. But then came the day the professor prompted the class to discuss the reading with the person next to you. Oh boy.

Distant caves would be jealous of him as he offered impressive silence. He sat there with his arms crossed, glaring at the textbook like it had personally offended him. You tried your best to speak about the text, feeling the weight of his weightless replies, and occasionally he’d grunt or nod, but the conversation resembled your middle school talent show performance. Awkward, yes, but not surprising for a college class.

Still, you found yourself sitting next to him every couple of days, the unspoken rules of college and assigned seating habits pulling you back into his orbit. You tried to be kind, offering small talk here and there, but Bakugou always brushed you off with a grunt or a glare. He was prickly, always on edge, and you figured that was just how he was.

You were like this too on most days. After having your fair share of college-creep experiences you laid off the whole talking to people bit. But there was this exception you made for Bakugou. Not an exception but a curiosity of some sorts. Hell, you also were never good at math but you were on edge to solve the missing variable that is Katsuki Bakugou. Seriously, what's his deal?

Maybe it was the way he didn’t care of how he seemed, it could be the mystery or maybe it was just the fact he looked like he was carved by Lysippos sitting by you at 9 a.m. lecture. Those thoughts were in the back of your mind… you even wonder if Bakugo is good at math? maybe then he could help.

But then there were these odd moments, moments where his usual gruffness gave way to something else. Like the day you mentioned how thirsty you were, sitting there in that old, sweltering classroom with no air conditioning. Bakugou rolled his eyes, muttered something about “are you always unprepared?” (he lent you a pen once before) but then wordlessly reached into his bag and handed you a water bottle.

“Thanks,” you say, trying to match his nonchalant demeanor. Trying to let it go.

But the gesture stuck with you. He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t say anything more. He just went back to his notebook like nothing happened. Typical. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of slight butterflies in your stomach, even if you tried to brush them off as nothing.

Things continued in much the same way. Bakugou, still gruff and abrasive, but every now and then, something would slip through the cracks. A quiet moment of consideration, a begrudging act of kindness. He never let you get too close, but there was always that flicker of kindness. Of Bakugou. The real him, you think.

It was a rainy afternoon when you found yourself stranded at a bus stop with him. The two of you had just finished class, and the rain came out of nowhere, pouring down in quick splatters. You both stood under the narrow shelter that barely helped. Bakugou was glaring up like he was challenging the sky to a duel while his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He didn’t acknowledge you at first. And you didn’t think he would.

“You’re gonna catch a cold standing out here,” he grumbled suddenly, his voice low and annoyed.

Before you could reply, he was already shrugging off his jacket and, without looking at you, shoved it in front of you. He urged you to take it but you blinked in surprise, not knowing how to react.

But then, you felt the weight of the jacket warm and heavy on your skin. The scent of him—something sharp and clean—lingered in the fabric.

“Bakugou, you don’t have to—”

“Shut up. I don’t need your thanks,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. He chose to stare at the rain instead.

“Thank you.”

He rolled his eyes but from that moment, something shifted. The dynamic between you two wasn’t any less tense, and he still barked at you when you got on his nerves, but the hostility had softened, just a little. There was still sharpness in his words, but now mixed in with these brief, unexpected moments of kindness? (for Bakugou, normal for everyone else)

The day before your big exam, you sat next to him in class, anxiety buzzing in your stomach. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” you asked, peeking over at him.

“Yeah,” he grunted, eyes not leaving his textbook.

You turned back to your seat, mentally patting yourself on the back for initiating (yet another) pointless conversation. But then, after a pause, Bakugou spoke again.

“Wanna review the material after class?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard, but quickly nodded. “Sure.”

And so after class, he led the way to the library, not even waiting for you to catch up. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning the room for a quiet, secluded spot. When he finally sat down and pulled out his notes, you were surprised to see how meticulously organized everything was—color-coded, labeled, every detail in its place. So he probably is good at math? You were definitely getting somewhere.

He started drilling you with questions, breaking down complicated concepts with a precision you hadn’t expected. His intensity was relentless, but it pushed you to focus, to work harder, and slowly, your understanding of the material started to click into place.

Hours passed in a blur, and the sun began to set outside the windows. The two of you were still going over definitions when Bakugou glanced over at you. “You get it now?”

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your lips. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Good,” he muttered, turning back to his notes, but something about the way he said it felt less harsh than usual.

But all this time of him testing you made you want to test him. Probably because you suspected how sexy he’d look getting every question right…

You smirked, feeling a little bold. “Aw, not you caring if I understand the material.”

He shot you a glare and his face twitched like he was holding back a grin. “I don’t,” he snapped, though his tone lacked the usual bite.

“You just looked so damn scared earlier, it was pathetic.”

You faked a small gasp at that. He wanted to laugh.

“Aww, are you worried about me being sad?” you teased, leaning in a little closer. “It’s almost like we’re friends or something.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his face turning slightly red.

That’s not a no, you think. You laughed, the sound light in the quiet library, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, barely there, but real.

Quaint and underneath all his surroundings lied Bakugou Katsuki. Almost as if he were labeled X in some math problem.

So yeah… he’s cold and mean and gruff, but… you know he has your back with exams… and when you’re cold, and when you say you're thirsty, and when you need something nice to look at. Definitely, Katsuki Bakugou is your friend…

That happens to have a massive crush on you.

(… and unashamedly, so do you.)

[awkwardbakugou]

HE GOT IT SIGNED IM CRYING