#boku no hero acadamia fanfic

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Dabi X Reader (a bnha short-short)

Happy Birthday, D.

Y/n = your name; N/n = Nickname

515 words.

Story under cut.

Dabi kicks the door open to his dingy apartment. He really needs to get someone to fix that horrid door. It’s always stuck and sounds so loud when it opens. He doesn’t bother locking the door. Anyone who breaks in won’t be able to open the crooked thing anyway. He looks at the apartment, a messy living room and a kitchen with garbage that’s starting to smell. Usually he wouldn't mind, he’s lived in filth for most of his life, but considering what day it is, his irritation is running high. He throws his jacket on the floor and kicks off his shoes, not even trying to put them away, then plops down on the worn out couch he found outside. He closes his eyes, rubbing the stress off of his forehead. He always dreads this day. Why does it have to come every year? In his contemplation, he hears a large bang against the door he just entered. A few more loud sounds of struggling later, the door swings open and slams shut. He doesn’t need to look to know who it is.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he hears Y/n's voice from in front of him.

“I thought you said were working today,”

“I lied, just keep your eyes closed,” Dabi sighs, but keeps his eyes closed nonetheless. “Now use your quirk. Just a tiny flame on your thumb," He lifts up his fist and sticks out his thumb, a small flame emitting from the tip. Y/n is quiet for a few moments. He sits in the quiet darkness, wondering what she could be up to this time. "Now open,"

Slowly, he slides his eyelids apart. Before him is Y/n, bent at the hips so she’s eye level with him. In her palm, a simple gift with a little blue flame on top. A cupcake. "Happy birthday, D," she says with a small smile. He smirks.

      "Thanks," he says and takes the cupcake in his hands. She joins him on the couch, resting an arm on his shoulder.

“I added some blue frosting to match your aesthetic. It’s way too sugary and tastes disgusting, but it’s the thought that counts right?” Dabi takes a finger and swipes up some frosting, bringing it to his mouth. He nearly coughs.

“Yeah, that’s awful,”

“Hey! After I worked so hard for your birthday,” Y/n follows his actions, swiping up some frosting herself and wincing at the taste. “Well? Make a wish,”

Dabi looks at the cupcake curiously, deciding what to wish for. Once he has his idea, he closes his eyes, blows out the candle, then takes a bite.

“At least the batter doesn’t suck,”

“Can’t go wrong with birthday cake flavor. Even if it is just vanilla with sprinkles in it. I got you a gift too, but it won’t be here until Monday,” Dabi takes a moment to look at the cheap, single cupcake. It's small, poorly made, and the frosting colour is uneven, but this might just be the best birthday he's had in a long time.

“Thanks, N/n. Best birthday ever,”

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Posted 17.Sunday.March.2024 at 18.19 (6:19)

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Danny Phantom in the my hero acadamia world FIC idea:

Danny had a niche quirk like being able to sense the suns location or something. His mother has some sort of strength quirk. Jazz has some enchanted sight quirk, and his dad can do something idk he ain’t the main character.

Ghosts exist for reasons.

Danny ends up meeting the my hero acadamia gang and AFO

AFO looks at this white haired green eyed boy and feels immense guilt which Danny does his own research. Danny decided that if it keeps this guy from taking over the world he will pretend to be this Yoichi guy.

Yoichi as a ghost only Danny can see is feeding him information.

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Brat

Request - dom aizawa x brat reader please💞

Warnings/ disclaimers - bondage, brat taming, aizawa leaves reader tied up, unprotected sex

It was late and you wake up to an empty cold bed. You huff and go looking for Aizawa who was supposed to be asleep beside you. You found him in the living room sitting on the floor hunched over a pile of papers.

"Aizawa baby come back to bed." You yawn and wrap your arms around his shoulders and lean against his back. He humms in acknowledgment but didn't make any sign of moving.

"I have to finish this by tomorrow kitten." You pout and sit on the floor next to him.

"But Aizawa-" You began but was cut off by him.

"No. Go to bed ill be there in a little bit. Im almost done." Aizawa sighed and kissed the top of your head.

"Well- if your almost done then ill stay with you till then." You smile and snuggle up into his side.

"Fine, just don't cause any trouble." Aizawa huffed a bit hiding a small smile.

You quickly grew bored listening to papers shuffling and decide to take action. You start of small, only nuzzling into his side or caressing his thigh.

"You better stop or your going back to the room." Aizawa said brushing your hand off his thigh. You pout and lay down on the ground next to him. Aizawa went back to grading papers and you bit your lip watching him.

"Stop staring." He said not even sparing you a glance.

"There's nothing else to do!" You huffed.

"Then go to bed." He snorted and started another paper.

"Shoutaaa." You groan climbing into his lap. He sighed loudly and finally looked at you. His eyes were narrowed and threatening but you didn't care.

"Y/N if you don't knock it off right now you'll be begging for me to even touch you." He warned. Despite your instincts telling you to listen you chose not to.

"What do you think im doing now." You huff with a smile and cross your arms pushing down the excitement that was fluttering in your stomach and spilling to your heat. Aizawa rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes tightly. Your smile dropped and you placed a hand on his cheek.

In a flash you were pinned to the floor on your stomach. You let out a surprised yelp and wiggled your body against Aizawa's. He swatted your ass harshly making you whimper.

"Now if you would have waited like I told you I would have been done by now and we would be in bed." He hissed in your ear pressing his body against your back making you immobile.

"But im bored." You whined grinding your hips as best you could agenst Aizawa's and moan feeling his bulge press into your clothed core.

"Does it look like i care? Your being a brat and brats don't get rewarded." Aizawa lifted you from the ground and carried you back to your shared bedroom before tossing you on the bed. You bit your lip in anticipation and watched as he shuffled around the room.

Coming back to you, Aizawa was holding two silky red ropes and used one to tied your hands to the headboard. You smile up at him but his face remained emotionless and calm. Aizawa kissed your forehead and climbed off the bed twords the door.

"W-were are you going?" You say in a panic watching him open the door. Aizawa turned to you with a smirk.

"I have some work I need to finish." He chuckled and walked out the door leaving you tied to the bed. You struggle with the restraints but they didn't budge. You tied to wiggle out of them but that only made them tighter.

Eventually when Aizawa returned you glared at him as he closed the door behind him. He slowly moved around the room to the bed and took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. You can faintly see how hard he was seeing you sprawled out and tied to the bed.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked reaching for the rope. You nodd eagerly hoping he would untie you but he just pulled on them to make sure they were secured.

"Use your words kitten." He growled narrowing his eyes at you.

"Y-yes Shouta." You whimper.

"Good." Aizawa climbed on the bed and ran his hands up and down your thighs, avoiding the place you wanted him most. You squirm searching for any kind of stimulation but stop when Aizawa slapped your thigh.

"On second though.... I don't think you have." He muttered.

"N-no please! Ill be good i promise!" You cried out desperately. Wordlessly Aizawa flipped you onto your stomach. You can feel him shift around on the bed and you jump when he starts to pull down your panties.

"The thing is, i don't think you mean that." He said slowly and delivered a strike to your ass. You yelp and pull on the restraints but it doesn't help as he delivers another blow to the other cheek.

"Shouta please!" You cried out and tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Relentlessly Aizawa strikes your ass and only switches cheeks every other slap. Aizawa eventually stoped and massaged your ass to sooth the redness.

"Mmm I think you know now." Aizawa flipped you back over and kissed away your tears. He hummed and felt up your body, squeezing your thighs, hips and breasts.

"So pretty." Aizawa hummed kissing and sucking on your neck. You moan and tilt your head to give him more room.

Aizawa peeled off your (his) shirt and played with your breasts. He popped your left nipple in his mouth and swirled it around. You moan and pull on the rope.

You buck your hips to grind against his clothed member. Aizawa groaned and pinned your hips to the bed with his free hand.

"Shouta don't tease its not fare." You pout.

"Be patient I wanna take my time." He hummed and switched to playing with your right nipple. You whine and arch your back into his touch.

Aizawa pulled away from your chest looking at the marks he made on your chest. He hummed in approval and slowly slid your panties down your legs. You kick them off making Aizawa roll his eyes at your desperateness.

Aizawa slid down your body and settled himself between your thighs. He kept your legs pinned to the bed and spread them to get a good look at your arousal. He blew lightly on it and you whimper trying to wiggle away but was not permitted to by the tight grip on your thighs.

Aizawa decided to take pity on you and he licked a fat strip up your cunt. You moan softly and bite your lip watching him between your legs. Aizawa shoved his tongue into your entrance and he sucked harshly. Your moans and whimpers drowned out the erotic sound of him slurping up your arousal.

You begin to feel the familiar warmth pooling into your stomach and you moan pulling at the restraints, desperately trying to touch Aizawa. Aizawa hummed and thrusted his tongue in and out of you. His nose nudged at your clit and you moan feeling your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"Shouta don't stop im so close." You moan loudly. Aizawa hummed and pulled away right before you could succumb to your climax.

"I should stuff that noisy little hole before you get us in trouble with the neighbors again." Aizawa said narrowing his eyes at you. You frown at him with wide eyes, ignoring the butterflies you feel thinking about what he would stuff your mouth with.

Aizawa takes the other rope and covers your eyes with it and secures it behind your head. You pout your lips but Aizawa kisses it away. You giggle as his fingertips run along your body tickling you slightly. But then he was gone, you couldn't feel or see him.

"Shouta?" You frown your brows worried he might have left you alone again.

"Im still here." You hear him from your left. You gulp nervously trying to strain your ears to hear him.

You feel him climb back on the bed and settle between your thighs once more. Your body buzzes in anticipation and you bite your lip. You jump feeling pressure on your entrance. You wiggle your hips but yelp as you feel a strike on your thigh.

"If you make a noise ill leave you here and you wont cum at all." You feel Aizawa breathe on your ear. You nod bitting your lip.

The pressure on your entrance grew untill the object entered you. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood as you suppress a moan when the object started to vibrate.

You squirm as the vibrations grow in strength. You jump feelings hands on your tits squeezing and groping your fleshly mounds. Your climax rapidly approaches and your legs shake. You cum around the vibrator and your body thrashes around at the intensity of it.

The vibrator didn't turn off and you struggled to keep quiet. Aizawas hands move off your breasts and you felt him untie your hands. Aizawa rubbed your red wrists and kissed them.

"You can speak now kitten." Aizawa removed your blindfold and you blinked rapidly adjusting to the dimly lit room. You whine loudly feeling another orgasm coming on.

Aizawa chuckled and kissed you. His tongue lapped at your lower lip and you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss. You cried out as you came again and wrapped your arms around Auzawa.

"Mmm you did so good kitten." Aizawa untangled your arms from him and removed the vibrator from your quivering cunt. You sigh and curl up sleepily.

"What are you doing?" Aizawa said tilting his head at you. You looked over at him with wide eyes.

"B-but-" Aizawa narrowed his eyes at you. Aizawa climbed between your legs and rested on his forearms. You snuggled your head into Aizawa's chest and wrap your arms around his midsection.

"You didn't think we were done did you?" Aizawa hummed brushing your hair back and out of your face.

"No..." You say reluctantly and lean back away from Aizawa's chest. He rubbed your thigh and helped guide his cock to your entrance. You whimper as his tip pushed through your folds and then into your pussy.

Aizawa breathed sweet praises in your ear as he bottomed out. You whimper from the overestimation and tighten your hold around him.

"So tight and hot kitten." Aizawa groaned and started to lazily thrust his hips into yours. You moan as he brushed your cervix.

"S-shouta." You moan louder as he sped up his thrusts. Aizawa moaned in your ear, feeling your walls grip and spasm around him. He knew you were close even before you did, his hips now snapping into you harshly.

"Cum for me Y/N." Aizawa nipped at your ear and starts sucking bruises into your neck. You moan and climax for the 3rd time that night.

Aizawa moaned as you tightened around him, also triggering his own climax. His hips stuttered as he shot hot ropes of cum into you. You both stayed there for a moment basking in the post orgasm afterglow.

Aizawa kissed your head and pulled out making you whine at the loss of fullness. He chuckled and pulled you close to his chest.

"You alright?" He asked rubbing your back.

"Yeah." You say sleepily. Aizawa smiled and wrapped his arms around you as you fell asleep.

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No Turning Back (Miruko)

Kinktober 2023 Day Fourteen: Spanking

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

“You’re getting ten. Is that clear?”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  It wasn’t quite the secret. But a little more than just a rumor. That the Rabbit Hero: Miruko got a little physical when disciplining any of her sidekicks that were misbehaving on the job. Of course, you had gotten wind of it once or twice. But who was to say that this so-called truth being spread around to all the other up-and-coming sidekicks, fresh to the business, weren’t just getting hazed by all the other agencies? Trying to keep newbies away from one place and attracting those same newbies to another. Who was to say?

  “If you stop counting, I add three more.  Is that clear ?”

  Well,  you can say a lot of things after being one of her sidekicks for just seven months.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  And the first thing is that the rumor you heard back then?

  SMACK.

  “ What number? ”

  It’s true. Very, very  true.  But there’s no turning back now.

  There’s no turning back ever .

  “ One .” You respond back to her, eyes trained forward despite the fact that you want nothing more but to look back and see the very moment she raises her hand to strike you. Right now, your face still warm with embarrassment as your breathing starts to get a little heavy. Currently, you’re bent over a desk in one of the private office spaces. You think this room belongs to one of her longer-term sidekicks. But it’s hard to tell considering the fact that this building is only a temporary space that she rented out a couple of weeks ago now that her recently established agency was expanding. The room was still mostly barren. Barely any trinkets. Zero photos. Just a bunch of unopened boxes sitting in this corner and that corner and that corner. At least for you, that is a major plus. It saves you the embarrassment of knowing whose room this is all happening in. And it means that nothing is poking and prodding at your skin while you’re bent over the desk either. But most of all?

  SMACK.

  There’s no one here to witness you with the bottoms of your hero costume pulled down to your ankles as your boss takes her sweet, sweet time painting your behind with a nice and shiny red tint from the force of her slaps alone.

  “ Two. ”

  No one at all.  

  “I told you-” Miruko began, voice firm and still full of the same anger she had when she was chewing you out a couple of hours ago. It makes you grimace…and a little worried considering her anger had done nothing but simmer and stew for the time that the two of you were apart after your incident. But there’s nothing more you can do. You already tried to plead your case to her out in the field. But if she wouldn’t listen to your defense then, she wouldn’t listen to it now that you’re being bent over like some common whore. “Your focus should be on civilians and securing the perimeter only.  Not  to do whatever hell you want. Whenever the hell you want to do it. Am I clear?”

  Trying desperately to hold in your moans.

  “ Yes, ma’am ,” You respond to her again, trying your absolute hardest to not drop the honorifics while in such a compromising position. But your respect in this moment only earns you another  SMACK  to the bottom. One that sends you gasping silently and jerking forward as if you’re attempting to escape it. But as you mumble out a “three”, only to have to shout it louder when she hits you with an overtly threatening ‘ What was that?’,  you find that the arousal you’re feeling in this situation is already growing to something a little “I’m sorry, ma’am,”

  “Sorry doesn’t fix your fuck-ups, kid,” She shoots back with a bite before delivering another harsh couple of smacks to your bottom once more, all in quick succession. “ You’re going to have to beg harder than that to make me forget about all the shit you got yourself into. ”

  While you know she knows she’s not using all her strength to punish you right now. You know because, despite the fact that your legs are shaking like crazy, your grip on the desk is turning your knuckles a little white, and the desk itself is still standing. You’re  still  standing. Lungs still working. Heart still breathing. And lips still being bitten like crazy as you swallow back another moan at the red-hot  sting  the contact leaves against your now feverish skin.

  You were already embarrassed enough when you got the dressing down of a  lifetime  in front of  everyone  after today’s mission. In front of civvies and reporters and camera crews and the other sidekicks. But if you were moaning at the feeling of getting  spanked   by your boss  of all people? You would never live that down. You would never  survive  long enough to live it down. So all you want to do now is lay low. To not embarrass yourself further. To take your punishment and to get on with your day. Maybe standing instead of sitting at your desk though. And maybe avoiding the break room in case she came in there too. In fact, there are so many things you could do to save the rest of your ass and get this punishment done with. Starting by counting out the rest of your spankings…

  So you take another deep breath, and you steal yourself. You can almost feel your boss growing impatient at the way you’ve been sitting there almost silently save for your muffled sounds and reactions to your punishment. There’s not much time to waste. And you’re so close.  So ,  so  close to making out unscathed. So you count:

  “Four, five, six, seven, eight-”

  “ Eight ?”

  And you fuck up.  Royally .

  “Wait! I meant to-” You rush out, turning your head to look back at her in a last-ditch effort to appeal. But it was already too late. Because by the time your head had begun to turn in her direction, she was already carding her fingers through the hair of the back of your head and taking a fist full before forcing your head down  hard . “Boss, please I-”

  “We’re at  seven .” She bites back, and you can practically  feel  the snarl in her voice. Her grip on the back of your head- it feels bruising. You can feel the strength of her arms as she tugs at your hair and pushes your neck down and into the desk. You can still breathe. And you know you’ve been through  way  worse when you were a hero student, sparring with your friends who hadn't quite learned to pull their punches yet. But this situation is much different from sparring with a friend. This is getting disciplined. By your very attractive boss. This is getting punished. And your body responds to it in ways that you don’t want it to. But you can’t help it. You can’t control it. You’re still just a sidekick. You’re still just a human. So when the next slap comes? “This one-  This one  is eight.”

  You don’t hold back. You  can’t  hold back. Instead…

  “Ah~”

  You  moan . 

  “Oh? What’s this?”

  She asks you a question, but you know she doesn’t want you to respond. You’ve been with her long enough to  know  this much at least. Because you know. And she knows. That you both know the answer. It’s a quiet, but  very  obvious moan. Drawn out and lewd. One that’s full of the pent-up lust you’ve been feeling ever since she ordered you to drop to come out of your bottoms. One that’s been filling to the brim and threatening to let go ever since her hand came into contact with your backside. And now that it has escaped you, there’s nothing you can do but bite your lip and plead the fifth. Refuse to talk. Refuse to answer. Because there is  nothing  you can do about it now.  Nothing . 

  “Well…?”

  Because there’s no turning back. Not with your recent history of fuck-ups. Not with your recent stroke of misfortune. 

    “If you’re not going to answer my question…”

  But most of all?

  “ ...then maybe I should just make you do it again to figure it out myself. ”

  Not with your back to your opponent. Ready and willing to do anything it takes to survive…

  “ Yes, ma’am .”

  …except fight back against them.

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I Don’t Recognize You

Summary: What happens when you leave a bunch of teenagers in a summer camp at an island? Not to mention that there’s something suspicious going on in that island. Chaos. Chaos is what happens.

Warnings: No Quirk AU, Cannibalism, Violence, Language, Angst?

Paring: Todoroki Shoto X Fem! Reader

Word count: 2,402

Chapter 11 : | Series Masterlist

“Let me go!” Shoto kept struggling that he almost managed to break free

More and more guys had to come in, in order to hold him back seeing as the situation was starting to become somewhat handled by (Y/n), and (Y/n) alone. It was amazing how (Y/n) knew what to do immediately which was good. But it also indicated that she dealt with this before.

Shoto was forcefully dragged back far away from her and he was terrified. Not because of what you’re doing, killing the monsters left and right without hesitation. But because of what could happen to you, you’re his girl. He vowed to himself from the day he started liking you that no one would ever hurt you and now this shit is happening.

He won’t be able to defend you, and he fucking hates it. Yes, maybe you could protect yourself but that wasn't a guarantee that you wouldn't get hurt. He also had a feeling that of course, this had something to do with your past as well because if not then why were you so secretive and such.

As Shoto was super worried he did the only logical thing he could think of at the time and that was to punch and kick everyone who was holding him back from protecting you. However, getting out of Class 1-A's grip was easier said than done, especially considering that there are 6 people holding him back.

"What the fuck does Endeavor feed this little shit?!" Bakugo screamed out in anger as Shoto managed to punch him in the face.

"Todoroki-kun please consider that what we're doing is only the wishes of (Y/n)!" Midoriya tried to reason with him

“Get the Hell off me! That’s my girlfriend!” Midoriya almost received a black eye had he not dodged in time

“Why you little candy cane motherfucker!” Bakugo had received the punching blow that Deku was supposed to get.

Iida who was struggling to pin down Shoto’s right leg almost received a kick in the family jewels had he not jumped back, “Todoroki-san! (L/n) knows what she’s doing! So please trust her and us!”

Shoto took advantage of the fact that since Iida jumped back, his right leg was free and so he quickly kicked Kaminari who was holding down his other leg, resulting in Kaminari stumbling back. Bakugo and Midoriya, who were holding Shoto’s arms down, were struggling to keep the boy in control as he’s almost able to free himself.

Shoto twisted his body forcefully, making Kirishima, Sero, Midoriya, and Bakugo lose their grip on him. Shoto was able to free himself and the 6 boys who were holding him down began chasing him down after they quickly recovered from Shoto’s abuses.

“Fuck you, half and half bastard! Once I get my hands on you oh, you’re so dead! I’m gonna kill you, you little shit. Come back here!” Bakugo screeched, sprinting at full speed

“After them!” Iida grimaced as pulled him Kirishima from the ground

“Why can’t we have a normal camp for once!” Kaminari groaned running after them

“Kacchan! Don’t kill Todoroki, he’s just worried for (L/n)!” Midoriya followed after all of them

“God, what is with the camps going wrong for us?! They should really stop it! At least this time I’m a part of it!” Sero jumped up and ran, following behind the group.

Shoto paused in place in disbelief as the sight finally began to sink into his head as he saw you easily killing the creatures from left to right, in that moment he didn’t recognize you.

“Tsk. Now that the bitch finally revealed her true colors is when you start to question if you really know her?” Bakugo grabbed the back of Shoto's collar and pulled him back, “Damnit, Icyhot! Regardless of what she did! She’s doing it to protect us can’t you see, idiot?!”

Snapping out of it, Shoto realized what he had to do no matter what. And that was to protect you as your boyfriend.

(Y/n)’s P.O.V

I’ve always hated the metallic smell of blood, but more often than not, I’m the one causing that awful smell. It was ironic really. Right now, I’m also practically bathed in the disgusting smell and have splatters of blood all over my clothes that it was practically dripping. The only good thing about it is that it wasn’t mine. But that didn’t make it necessarily good, did it?

Bodies with holes in their heads caused by bullets littered the camp grounds. Blood seeping everywhere. In most cases they won’t get back up, but sometimes even I don’t understand, no matter how much you shoot them in the head they just won’t die. In that case scenario the best option is to burn the bodies or rip the entire head off, let’s just hope that it doesn’t come to that.

Principal Nezu walked up beside you, and stood there in silence for a moment. ‘He thinks I’m a monster, they all do.’ I thought in horror, my unemotional face that rivaled one of Shoto’s was practically unreadable. Despite that Principal Nezu was very much aware of how you were feeling, he could tell through your eyes. They were the windows to one’s soul. Your soul.

And it showed him the feeling of regret, despair, guilt, fear, sadness, and rage. Negative emotions just kept on swirling around your eyes. He only interacted with you a few times in your time at school but from what he gathered you seemed like the kind and polite type of girl, so it wasn't a wonder that you were dating the notorious cold hearted Todoroki Shoto, only you managed to melt his frozen heart.

However one thing he did notice about you was that you were never honest, Nezu was a genius of course he’d figure out you were hiding something. He just didn’t know what it was. Aside from that, you were his student at his school, his responsibility and so as the principal of U.A. he must take responsibility for you and your actions. And he could tell that you deeply regretted them. Putting a hand on your shoulder he squeezed it in comfort.

“Are you alright?” He asked

“Am I alright?” You replied in a whisper

“You did your best.” He took his hand off of you and stood next to you, calmly.

“I did? It doesn’t feel like it… I’ve killed people, my teachers, friends, and classmates… I don’t deserve forgiveness for taking away the lives of innocents.”

Walking in front of you, he gave you a bow in respect, “It was a sort of epidemic, wasn’t it. From what I understand, if the infected bites you, you turn into one of those inhumane creatures. So, because of that you risked your life to kill them and you did it to protect us, we completely understand. It isn’t your fault so don’t let those nasty thoughts get to you. And on behalf of everyone here. Thank you for risking your life to save us.”

Tears silently poured down your face, it was the first time someone thanked you for saving them. You felt good to be acknowledged for something, even if you’re sure you didn’t save them. But at the same time it didn't feel great at all, it didn’t diminish the fact that you killed people, the people you loved. The people who saved you from your Hell. It was tormenting.

Honestly it was strange, how could Principal Nezu bow you to and say thank you on behalf of everyone here for saving them, you didn’t save any of them. You just killed people, it’s the only thing you're good at doing. How come he wasn’t scared of you? How come he was so calm? Weren’t you a monster? Didn’t you kill his students? Don’t you deserve punishment?

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I fell deeper and deeper into the darkest deep of my mind. As I began to count the countless mistakes and harm I’ve done to others. I truly was at my worse and I wasn’t sure if anyone could bring me out of it this time.

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Flashback

“Project Advance, do you understand your mission?”

“Yes sir!” Shinsou better known as the Mind Breaker yelled out

“Yes sir!” Tamaki better known as the Suneater yelled out

“Yes sir!” Mirio better known as Lemillion

“Yes sir!” Nejire better known as Spiral Nemesis

“Yes sir!” Me who was better known as the Grimreaper or in other words, Death itself

“Project advance.” The red Queen began as she presented herself in hologram form, “As you’re well aware of the Racoon city incident, let me explain in full detail what you’ll be up against in your mission…”

The names Shinsou, Tamaki, Mirio, Nejire, and (Y/n) were long forgotten. It was our past, and it will stay in our past forever, it’s part of something we let go the moment the Umbrella Corporation took us in. Our names, were our identities and that’s why it was changed.

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“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!” I only broke out of my trance when Shoto began shaking me harshly while screaming my name

‘That’s right, I’m not alone here. Shoto’s here and he won’t leave, he promised me that much. Even if he hates me for what I’ve done.’ I thought. Snapping out of the trance, he isn’t one to break his promise so until we can sort this out later. We’ll have to push these thoughts aside and move our bodies.

“(Y/n)! Let’s go! Before they shoot us too!” He dragged me along with him towards the main building

The sun was about to set and hundreds of Umbrella Corporation men began marching at us. Shooting down some people who refused to go with them. They kept on shooting relentlessly. ‘Damn, Shoto must love me so much or he goes all the way to keep his promises that even after I showed how much of a monster I am he is still trying to save me.’

Grabbing his hand, I looked at our surroundings as we ran. More like me dragging him along until he caught up with me, almost tripping at my sudden actions in the process. A stray bullet almost hit Shoto had it not been for my fast reflexes. Pulling him towards me, effectively dodging the bullet and landing into my chest. I decided not to comment or feel embarrassed, he didn’t either as it wasn’t the time and place to do that right now Whilst we were running, I looked for my friends and classmates amongst the crowds of people.

“You were supposed to be hiding in the main building, what the Hell happened?!” I pulled Shoto in the direction of the cabins, specifically my own, “Head for my cabin!” I yelled towards Uraraka and Mina hoping they’d listen

“No time to explain!” Shoto yelled back

I ran as fast to the cabins and opened the door, nobody was there except for me and Shoto. I pulled out my duffle bag and opened it, only to be met by the sight of tons of weapons. Guns, knives, steel batons, and grandes.

Shoto gasped in surprise at the sight, but he wasn’t going to question you any further. He was smart enough to know that you were on his side. And that these weapons will be the only insurance of his and everyone else’s survival. I pulled out an umbrella corporation combat uniform and a bullet proof vest.

“Wear this now, it used to belong to a friend of mine but it should fit you.”

He didn’t question my authority, everyone was dying outside so he needed to suit up as soon as possible to help with the situation. Plus he’d blend in easily with the other umbrella corporation men outside. We could use it to our advantage. I pulled out a suit of my own, a black bodysuit with buckles for support going all over it. (The one Alice wears in Retribution basically)

We didn’t even have time to turn around for each other's privacy as the situation was very severe now, less and less screams were heard. We of course were very embarrassed over the situation but we had to do what we needed to do, and so instead of blushing around like idiots we helped each other out in pulling up the zippers and stuff in order to be more efficient. Plus hiding a small pocket knife in my shoe just in case.

I handed Shoto a simple handgun with some ammo already in it, he knew what to do after I taught him how to use a gun so I didn’t need to instruct him on anything anymore. Instead I pulled out a bigger gun and better gun of my own.

“Let’s do this, shit.” I said out loud, passing the duffel bag to him and heading out the cabin.

We ran for our lives, not even stopping for a second to take a breath. The situation was dire. Right now the zombies were the last priority in my mind. Bullets kept on shooting at us without any mercy, it was relentless.

“Shoto! Get behind me!” I shoved him behind me and shot back at all the umbrella members in my way with Shoto also backing me up, “Shoto, start grabbing people and head to the main building! We’ll be safer there!” He nodded and did as I ask

I backed him up and helped as many people as I could. But there were so many bodies and piles of blood left behind, both from our school and our killers. One by one I did my best to cut down their numbers, left and right I would shoot them down in the head or heart with a perfect aim.

Then eventually of course, I ran out of ammo so I would need to reload quickly, leaving a blind spot for me and Shoto. One that almost cost Shoto’s life hadn’t it been for Bakugo tackling the enemy down. Relief filled me as we began to work together with Bakugo, who said that they had the same idea and they’re gathering everyone in the main building.

“Good, now let’s get the Hell out of here.” I yelled while once again pulling the trigger.

A/n:

I don’t have enough brain power to create cool names for the team members in project Advance so you can either suggest some or just suck it up. Also since the last chapter was a bit long I made this one shorter. Also pic isn’t mine, credits to the real owner.

[aikrus]

Don’t Let Me Fall (Too Far From Grace)

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cw: Major religious trauma for Y/n, enjoy. Swears, violence, cults, misogyny, self-mutilation, public abuse, parental abuse, attempted murder, self-defense, poison

A/n: a short glimpse into the makings of dadzawa; with an angsty Y/n religious quirk struggle

 summary: There’s a part of Shouta that hates his job. While he can handle the annoying brats, unstable quirks, rude comments, life-threatening danger, and annoying hours, there’s just some things not even Shouta could tolerate.  There’s a girl in his class. She’s nice but a little too quiet for it to sit right. He’s a teacher, been one for years and was a hero for much longer-- He knows the signs when he sees them.

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“Brother Haruka,”

“Father Y/l/n; it’s always a pleasure.” Clasped forearms greeted one another, eye to eye they examined the other. Smiles filled each room and yet the tension was so thick, thick, thick; she looked to her mother but found a void in her place.

It crept into Y/n’s throat like sludge, chocking on the breath that filled her lungs as she swallowed for the fiftieth time that service. The eyes that followed, the eyes that glared, the eyes that widened, all at her, at her, at her. She kept her head down. 

The family of five- a strong pastor father, the beautiful but sickly motherly wife, the silent eldest son, and the perfect youngest daughter. And Y/n, lost somewhere in the mess of facades they seemed to exchange so rapidly.

Or maybe lost was the wrong word, seeing as everyone could find her, the daughter of the pastor, the picture-perfect symbol of what they stood for, quirkless, pure, devine; up until four months ago. 

Four months ago, when her world changed.

1-A kept a keen eye on Y/n, her silent passing and downcast eyes demanded attention from the rowdy bunch, but it was her appearance that caught them off guard the most. 

Denki had asked about them once, resulting in a panic attack and mute classmate which lasted a week before she would speak in a quiet, fragile tone. It got worse before it got better. 

She could feel them-- the eyes, eyes, eyes. Following her, ridiculing her, judging her. It broke Shouta’s heart.

“She’s just a girl, our little girl,”

“It’s a heathen!”

“She’s done nothing wrong,”

“It’s got horns god bless me!”

“Dear, she’s still our Y/n, our little angel,”

Her knees were pulled to her chest, listening silently at the top of the stairs to the hushed and not so hidden argument of her parents. Y/n’s father damning her, and her mom, desperately trying to cling to her life.

“That thing’s no angel-- it’s the devil.”

“What are you doing out here, kid?”  Aizawa cringed inside watching the girls entire body stiffen. 

“I’m sorry sir, I'll go back inside.” Her wide eyes became fixed on the floor, shoulders slouched but still full of twisted anxiety.

“You’re not in trouble, Y/l/n.”

“I’m not?” Her face stayed down, but she was finally looking directly at him, so Shouta counted this as a win.

“No,” he walked to the railing she had previously been leaning against, “There’s no rules against being on the rooftop. I just thought you might get cold.” He gestured to her head when he said that, causing her to flinch softly.

“I see.”

She still scurried away, leaving the concerned teacher by himself on the rooftop.

The horns that began to grew from the front corners of Y/n’s skull had been easily hideable when she noticed the growths. She teased her hair, wore headbands, dawned a head-scarf for modesty, but then her sister accidentally pulled it off her head during dinner, exposing them to the entire family. 

That was the first night Emi had crawled into Y/n’s bed and cried since she was six and saw her big sister be punished for the first time. Punished. 

The Shinja were many things, devote, united, pure, and forgiving. They believed in one thing above all else, God’s eternal and limitless magnanimity. For a sin their must be penitence, must be a beg for forgiveness. 

For Y/n, this meant one thing.

It started small, Y/n found a scarf waiting for her on the railing when she made her way to the roof that night. It was nice, it was warm; something Y/n struggled with being. 

Then Aizawa would stop by when it turned past midnight, sending the quiet girl back inside to stop her from catching a cold. And now, they coexist.

“Was--” she paused before shaking her head, looking back out to the grounds behind UA. 

“What is it, kid?” He paused for an answer before breaking, “You can ask questions you know.”

“Was Iida right?”

Silence. 

“That’s really up to you. At the end of the day, you decide what kind of hero you want to be. Your hero uniform is a big part of that identity, so if you think that’s a necessary part of that then you should keep it.”

Y/n played with the delicate silver cross dangling from the chain across her neck before looking up to the sky, just like Aizawa saw her do earlier during class.

“Kay.”

The conversation from the classroom had been a tense one to say the least. Iida, in his self-correct but oblivious way, asked the quiet girl, “Don’t you think it may be offensive to wear a cross as part of your hero costume? Won’t people feel imposed upon? Besides, very few people are catholic after the development of the quirk gene. Would it not, perhaps, be a better choice to remove that aspect from your uniform?”

Y/n had, at the time, only responded briefly, “Why would people be offended by a necklace?”  Everyone looked up to the mounds above her head. No one said a thing. 

A few days later he finally broke, “It was surprising I suppose. Not like I care, but people aren’t really religious anymore.”

She tried not to think about it, and she continued to try not to think about it long after she had left the rooftop. People aren't really religious anymore. Y/n tried to think through what makes a religion a religion, where things started to turn after quirks were made. Some religions embraced them as a new moral test of god, others claimed it disproved God entirely. Some drew strange connections claiming the bible predicted it all along.

Y/n is sitting in her room when it happens. She's absent-mindedly rolling her silver cross necklace between her fingers while ignoring her homework when she things- it would be so much easier if I wasn't religious anymore.

It felt dirty, like a dangerous secret. What does it mean to be religious on a personal level? She isn't allowed on the campound, let alone in the church. She doesn't read the scripture any more, nor does she pray genuinely. After a few cafeteria visits with Kaminari keeping her company she's even began to speak the lord's name in vain. Yet Y/n is so sure, in her heart and center of everything, that there is spirit within her.

She thinks about the religion she learned about the first time someone called her hometown a cult. She googled what the word meant and learned about a different group, a group that drank poison and passed away as a whole. Y/n can't think of another species that would do that and thinks they must have spirit.

The eyes from the pews followed her as she walked, head bowed as she pushed forward, past every person she ever knew, towards her father. Her father who forgave her, who actually forgave her. Forgave her monstrous appearance, was willing to look past the disgusting curse she had. She loves her father. So she kneeled willingly before the cross and bowed her head fifty times before turning on her knees towards her father.

A hush fell over the chapel.

She accepted the holy blade from her father.

She lifted it above her head. 

The scream echoed through the room, bounding back towards her from the walls it landed on. The blade moved back and forth, until her world became deathly still.

Her father placed his hand upon her head, gently ending the assault. “You’re doing well, my child.” Each following day was ended with her in the privacy of her family's bunker, penance following shortly after. 

She was repenting for her sins, but there was a silent acknowledgment among everyone. For Y/n, who never stopped sinning, there must be constant repentance. Nothing short of unyielding devotion. The days blurred together, so did her memory. 

Y/n looked up at the board, eyes coated with gloss and filled to the brim with pain, pain, misery. ‘Quirkless Study.’ A lesson on discrimination, of differences, of acceptance. Forty seven minutes of something she’d kill to get out of-- something she’d die to get out of. 

The class wasn’t today, thank God, but it was soon. Soon, being tomorrow. Tomorrow, class, quirkless, pure thing, stuck, school, mistake, thing, thing, thing. Words echoed through her head, too fast for Y/n too pick them apart, too fast to be remembered, just fast enough to hurt. 

Y/n stayed on the roof from after school to midnight, far too long in the cold, too long without eating, too long for no body to have noticed.

“Fucking hell, kid. Why are you out here?”

Aizawa-Sensai dropped in and wrapped his scarf around Y/n’s shaking body, noting both the absent look in her eyes and the festering fear lying just beneath the surface.

"Y/l/n? Are you with me?"

What a silly question. Of course she was with him, they're on the same rooftop– he's got a hand lying gently on her shoulder.

"Because you seem a little far away."

And didn't that make so much sense. Because they were right next to each other, much like how her dad was right in front of her, yet both of them were miles away from where Y/n was.

"I'm sorry, sensei."

He froze, "it's Allright, Y/n, it's going to be okay."

The need to gasp for air clued her in that she'd started to cry. The warm tears burned her frigid skin.

"Hey, hey," Aizawas voice rumbled deep in his chest, "careful there." He tapped her knuckles which had turned white with the force she had been digging her nails into her arms.

"I don't want to go to school tommorow."

She winced but he didn't answer her. Saying the words out loud felt different than the mantra from her head. It all seems a little silly now. Y/n wanted to be a hero after all, and here she was; scared to go to class.

The man leveled his eyes with her and sighed, raising a hand between her two curled horns and patting the top of her head.

"It's not silly, Y/n."

She wrinkled her nose at him, unsure of his meaning and was floored when he began to laugh. "You mutter, but that's okay. You don't have to be a hero yet; not today and not tomorrow. For now you are still a child, and you deserve to feel the safety that should come with that."

It felt odd, to feel so cold you want to shiver and yet melt from the inside out. Maybe, maybe that was true. Maybe she will be a hero in a few years, maybe less. But tonight she wasn't, tonight she could feel as little as that sentence made her. Small and safe, so fucking fragile but perfectly protected.

It made her want to cry.

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and there we have it. I know it's a little random but I feel like sometimes we carry the weight of lifetimes with us and forget how young we are in the grand scheme of things. It's okay. We'll figure this out together.

[kats-fic-recs]

The Oldest Tale of Time

“Bakugou!” Mina says again, completely unperturbed by his indifference, “You’ll NEVER guess what’s happening!”

Katsuki just grunts and focuses on his form, ignoring the heat of the sun bearing down on him. He knows she’s too impatient to play this game with him, and sure enough -

“The CROWN PRINCE is getting married!” she squeals, and brandishes an ornate piece of parchment at him. She’s too busy having a fit to notice Katsuki stumbling mid-lunge, his sword tip almost eating dirt.

Deku. Deku’s getting married.

Or:

Crown Prince Midoriya Izuku hosts a masquerade ball to select his consort, and disgraced knight Bakugou Katsuki finds himself drawn back despite everything, to face the mistakes of his past and see Deku one last time.

[badumtisss112]

Does anyone know any MHA/BNHA fics that theres an isekai OC that just hates everything? Idk it seems fun lol. Thanks :D

[stxrmylxve]

I… want it.

Notes: cussing, hair pulling, kinda exhibitionism?, slight breeding, oral (m!receiving), this is based on a previous fic of mine, mentions of a baby, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of previous exes

Genre: smut & fluff

Pairing: dabi x fem!reader

Specialty for: @kelin-is-writing 💜

Dabi scrolled through his phone, a small frown on his face. He groaned in frustration as he looked at the time, shutting off his phone and throwing it on the table before getting up and trudging to his room.

“Time for your call.” you remind as you walk by him, a heap of laundry blocking most of your view as you rushed to your room.

“I know dummy.” he says back as he unintentionally slams the door, alarming you just enough to halt your movements before shrugging and continuing your folding.

The one thing that Dabi dislikes the most was any sort of call, whether it was a facetime call, phone call, or in this case a zoom call, he hated it.

You hesitantly knocked on his door, coming in with the sound of a grunt as you set his things down on his bed behind him.

“Figured that would help you, since you always forget to do laundry for yourself.” you say as you glance at his screen, sighing as you turned to leave. It was going to be a lonely next two and a half hours, after all.

He abruptly grabs your wrist, pulling back towards him as he clicks a few things with his mouse. You opened your mouth to protest, but it was quickly hushed by dabi joining his zoom call. He pointed down as he greeted everyone, allowing you to slip down below the desk before he turned on his camera for everyone to see him.

You shot him a glare in between your lashes as he offered a sly grin, returning his gaze back to the call as he stretched his arms to sit behind his head.

He placed a finger on his lips to signal to be quiet as you slipped off his boxers, grunting as you slapped his thigh in annoyance.

“Is something going on, dabi?” you hear someone ask as dabi returns to his poker face.

“No, sir. Just my cat acting up, that’s all. You know how they can be sometimes.” he replies with a small chuckle, going back on mute again soon after.

You sigh in annoyance as you wipe the spit off of your chin, tapping his thigh to regain his attention. He peers down at you with a quirk in his brow, turning off his camera to scoot back his chair to allow you out from under the desk.

You get up with a groan, popping your back and wiggling around before checking the time.

“I was under there for a fuckin’ hour for you, you better pay me back for it.” you say as you plop down on his bed, finding your shirt and putting it back on again before ushering him to turn on his camera again.

“Gimme 30.” is all he replies with as he turns back around in his chair, angling it to where you weren’t visible before glancing down at the wet spot on the carpet where you had sat.

“Or… maybe now?” he asks as he leaves a quick message in the chat, signing off of the call before lifting his shirt over his head, his staples glistening in the light as you smirked.

“You might miss something important on that call, you know.” you tease as he slips off his pants with an obvious eye roll.

“Should I let all of this prep go to waste then? Hell no, that fuckin’ call can wait.” he replies as he pushes you onto the bed, sighing as he hears the front door open. That was the signal that Shigaraki was home from work at the LOV now.

“Guess we will just have to be quiet, yeah?” he says with a grin as he teases your entrance with his fingers, slipping two in at once enough to make you suck your teeth.

He opts to scissor you open, taking more than enough time simply to test your limits to see what would make you break. You let out an annoyed huff as you grab his wrist;

“Just put it in.” you mutter as you lean your head back, half expecting him not to at all. Though you were proven wrong as he slips his full length in at once, ripping a loud moan out of you accompanied by a nice arch of your back.

“Well clearly you underestimate me, don’t cha’?” dabi deadpans as he bottoms out, taking note of the small tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He was nice enough to let you take his length for a while though, not moving an inch as he studied your face.

“I- mhh- m’you move.. please.” you babble out as he furrows his brows, his hands snaking around your hips to prop you up slightly. He quirks his brow as a silent ‘ready?’ as you eagerly shake your head, bracing yourself for impact.

As figured, he took no more than a second to start pounding into you, shoving the bed again and again into the wall with loud thuds. It took every bit of your power not to let your moans out, but you instead used your strength to pull dabi down to your level, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hid your face in his neck.

“You like that? You wanna’ be closer to me, yeah?” dabi coes, taking time to litter your neck with dark hickeys to prove later on to others that you were his.

You clenched on his words, sucking him in impossibly deeper as he let out a long groan above you. His hips began to stutter, a clear sign that he was definitely close, but he held his composure as he lifted himself up to look down at you.

“You won’t win this time just from that.” he says as his lips quirked up, flipping you over onto your stomach abruptly as he pulled you up by your hair.

“I’m gonna’ breed this pussy right. So that you get so fucking cockdrunk that all of your ex’s names disappear in your mind. And you know what? I know you will enjoy it.” he groans in your ear as you shake your head, your knees giving out as you bent over in exhaustion.

“I can tell you want it, you’re really fuckin’ tight right now. But come on darl’, loosen up if you still want my dick intact.” dabi laughs as you bury your head into the mattress, beyond embarrassed and overwhelmed from the situation.

“I… want it.” you say quietly, turning your head back to face him. He swears he could have came right there as your glossy eyes met him, filled with both need and lust.

“You want…? Use your words.” he asks as he halts his movements, loosing his upcoming high but overriden by curiosity.

“A baby. I just want a fucking baby dabi.” you say sheepishly as you turn back around to avoid his primalistic gaze.

“A baby? You want me to literally breed you? So that you can have a mini me running around here?” dabi asks as a genuine smile forms on his face, his eyes sparkling as he takes in the small nod from in front of him.

“Fuck yes, I will put a damn baby in you baby. Oh my- anytime!” he says as he flips you over again, engulfing your lips into a heated kiss. He breaks the kiss and places his head on yours, the smile never leaving his face.

“I wouldn’t want anything less than that.” you say with a small smile.

Y’all this is so sweet cause i just KNOW dabi would want a child sm so that he could make that kid’s life 10x better than his.

Credits to @benkeibear for the MDNI banner 🫶

[bee-saucee]

Hello, again~!

I've been doing all I can to not bombard you since last time, so now here I am. I love seeing men and people in general being able to show their ability to cook and nourish their loved ones through food. What does that look like for Shinso and Denki? Are they adventurous in their cooking? What kinds of dishes and foods are always in the fridge? Snacking? Who cooks the most? And when is a time that they would eat food outside the house? Anyhoo, hope you're doing well this first month of the year. And go bonkers sksk wherever your thought train takes you. ^-^

summary: ShinKami’s habits with eating, snacking, and cooking!

word count: 496

warnings: eating/food centered content

a/n: Hello again, friend! I’ll start with the important thing: This request is split up into three separate ones. I have a headcanons (this post), a short oneshot, and a longer oneshot. They have different vibes so I didn’t want anyone to not be able to read something or be put off because of one of these pieces. I’ll link the other posts at the end of this piece as well!

Anyway, I am so sorry I’m getting this back to you so late. I started my new semester at University when you sent this so I’ve been reeling trying to get back into the swing of things. That being said, I wanted to try and write something substantial for you to make up for the long wait. I’m also taking two writing courses the semester for fun so hopefully you see a bit of improvement here!

Hope you’re doing well. Thank you so so much for the request. I’d love to write something for you again.

I think that ShinKami has a lot of fun in the kitchen! When they met, they weren’t the savviest in the kitchen. They’re the type to know how to make maybe 3 dishes well but when they got together they decided to start on the journey of learning how to cook together! Cooking along with YouTube videos every night is a time that brings them together and they love cooking a homemade meal for date night

Even before learning how to cook for one another, Shinsou grew up on homemade soup when you’re sick so he always always makes Denki some chicken noodle soup when he’s sick and it never fails to make Denki cry a bit and get even snottier from the tears

Denki knows he’s not the best chef but he likes baking because the steps and measurements are a lot more clearly defined so he has an easier time with it. For just about every holiday, Denki will make some cookies for his loved ones. They come out lopsided and aren’t fully cooked a lot of the time but it's the thought that counts for these and he’s gotten better over the years.

From watching so much food content on YouTube to learn how to cook they have become hardcore sauce people

Shinsou is by far the more organized between the two of them so he keeps everything in the fridge in Pyrex tupperware they got as a housewarming gift from Aizawa. He also writes the date they made the food on masking tape he slaps on the tupperware because the thought of eating expired food makes his toes curl

They are busy pro heroes so while they like fresh food (especially Shinsou, see previous bullet point), they tend to keep rice ready to go for each night and they usually have pasta sometime during the week because they can never finish it (Denki swears you have to use the entire box of pasta each time. He’s working on scaling it back)

For snacks, I think that they always have peanut butter pretzels and apples in the house but they also love going to the store and trying out new snacks, especially those chips with with odd combos

They really do try to cook together but Shinsou will wind up picking up cooking by himself a bit more than Denki does because he tends to forget about things or tag along for hangouts last minute while Shinsou is a homebody

Shinkami also LOVES eating out! Of course for celebrations but they also love going out to a restaurant for date nights to slow down and get a chance to just talk. They’ll also stop at hole-in-the-wall type places near their work at the end of the day when they don’t have the energy to cook. They’re not super big takeout people because they hate the delivery fees but they will get it occasionally!

Lots of eating batter off the spoon when they bake

Check out the other posts based on this request: short oneshot | longer oneshot

or see my masterlist for more!

[sp1lled-lemon4de]

Fandom: MHA ( My Hero Academia)

Characters: Tamaki amajiki x gn!reader (mostly female, if male then it's ass eating TvT)

Genre: mix?...

Tw: hints to abuse, mentions of being made fun of for choice of clothing, pet names indecisiveness on our part, mentions of light playful choking, biting , indecent language such as curse words, suggestive, mentions of wanting to commit suicide, mentions of past toxic relationships

Sorry If I missed some stuff

A/n: so was listening to High school sweethearts by Melanie Martinez and the thought of an high-school AU with us and Tamaki crossed my mind, i also want to include some of the song lyrics... and I cut the song short T-T Lyrics in pinkkk

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Can we just be honest?...These are the requirements... If you think you can be my one and only true love.

Can't we just be honest? You have had your fair share of lovers...all of them coming to an end, so from your experience you set your standards and had requirements.

So many people flocked around you, begging for a chance at dating you, while others lurked in the shadows sending gifts hoping you would notice them.

You must promise to love me... and damn it if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart.

You wanted someone who truly loved you, all your faults and everything, not like those people you dated before...

They hurt you in every way possible, some even getting physically. But this time if anybody dared to hurt you. They would be the one scarred for the rest of their life.

All your struggles with the people that claimed to "love you" weren't for nothing you were done being treated like that.

Step one, you must accept I'm a little out my head...

All the stuff that happened to you, messed with your head... you didn't know what was real and what wasn't, you just had to trust...

Step two, this is a waste if you can walk me down the finish line.

You were ignored,  made fun of, but Tamaki he never did... But would he be there to the end with you?...

People said he didn't fit you, you were a tall person taller than him and most of your teachers, with long legs, which sometimes got you hate but you learnt to love those legs...

But does he love them? Does Tamaki love them?...

Step 3, give me passion, don't make fun of my fashion...

Would he love you deeply?... Would he spend time comforting you in you darkest times or would he shy away and be anxious just as his class portray him?..

Would he make fun of your fashion? You have been told that you dress a bit over the top , a little too bold , too revealing.

No... he wouldn't... would he?

Step 4 , give me more , give me more...

You wanted him all to yourself, every time you guys made eye contact, you wanted more. Everytime he smiled, you wanted more, you wanted him all.

If you can't handle a heart like mine, don't waste your time with me, if your not down to bleed.

You shouted at Tamaki, tears threatened to fall from the corners of your eyes.

" why are you like this, couldn't you see they were flirting with you!?"

" I'm sorry I paid no mind to them.. I d-didn't know this is how you felt..."

"Gosh damnit, why Tamaki? Do I have to love you?"

You've been through so much pain, that you felt numb to it at a certain point, but Tamaki managed to get that feeling out of you.

" if you can't handle a heart like mine, don't waste your time with me..."

You whispered, on your knees, lips trembling, teary-eyed and with a broken heart broken heart.

He was yours, he had to be yours, you need him to be yours

But why couldn't you see? How much Tamaki loved you?

How much he hated seeing you like this? How much he wished he could kiss you, hold you , love you like no one else.

If you can't handle the choking , the biting , the loving , the smothering, till you can't handle it no more... go home...

He bent down and pressed a soft kiss on your fore head.

"Y/n I promise I love you, I can and I will take care of you , I can handle it I promise, the choking ,the biting ,the loving ,the smothering will never be too much for me I promise"

Can we just be honest , these are the requirements if you think you can be my one and only true love, you must promise to love me and damn it if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart...

High school sweethearts..

Ofcourse the love and attention Tamaki got was annoying, you knew he was yours. And for once you knew this person actually loved you.

Line up, try not to waste my time.

Letters upon letters of love declarations piled up inside your locker.

"such a waste of time" you mumbled to yourself.

Not that you didn't appreciate the letters, notes, flowers, candies etc.

It's just that you were taken, and you already had all of that. You were just tired of it. Who could blame you?

High school sweethearts, shut up if your not my type.

You didn't want a jock or a fuck boy, nerds were cute but still, no lover boy or any of those boys..

Only Tamaki...

(Repeat lyrics above) And I skipped the lyrics below

Step five You can't be scared to show me off and hold my hand Step six If you can't put in work, I don't know what you think this fucking is Step seven, this one goes to eleven If you cheat, you will die, die

If you can't handle a heart like mine Don't waste your time with me If you're not down to bleed, no, oh If you can't handle the choking, the biting The loving, the smothering 'Til you can't handle it no more, no more Go home

Can we just be honest? These are the requirements If you think you can be my one and only true love You must promise to love me And damn it, if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart

High school sweethearts, line up Not trying to waste my time High school sweethearts, shut up If you're not my type High school sweethearts, line up Not trying to waste my time High school sweethearts, shut up If you're not my type

Continuing:

Could you hold me through the night? Put your lips all over my mine Salty face when I start cryin' Could you be my first time? Eat me up like apple pie Make me not wanna die Love me rough and let me fly Get me up, yeah, get me high Tie me down, don't leave my side Don't be a waste of my time

You wanted all of him, you got it..

All his kisses, all of them.

Tears fell from being so loved.

"Can I?" He asks

You nod your head in response....

Legs up as Tamaki sticks his tounge in further.

It's his first time tasting you, and he is completely whipped, I mean so are you.

Finally someone loved you, and it was the person you wanted, it was Tamaki, tears kept falling not only from pleasure but from the fact that you didn't want to kill yourself anymore...

Someone truly loved you.

Tamaki pushed his tounge further, as far as it could have gone, his pace quickened when he felt you clench around him.

Your eyes rolled back from how good it felt, you mumbled incoherently, and you grabbed Tamaki's hair, yanking it.

"Mhmph, i-im close Tamaki please d-dont stop"

Your high was too much, it felt as though you were flying.

Atleast it was Tamaki who made you fly...

___________________________ An: ikikik that I cut the song, forgive me. Tbh this is the longest fiction on my blog lol. Tamaki is Bae

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[keketopia]

Tamaki Amajiki x Female Reader with Depression

This fanfic is going to be a sad one, but there is going to be a happy ending at the end. Trust me ;)

TW: Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Mentions of Self Harming, Attempted Suicide, Mentions of Bullying, Attempted Murder, Mentions of Abuse

All right, let's go :D

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You were not having a great day, well not like every other day was great.

You've spent your entire life in hell. You frequently question whether you were born unlucky.

Everything has been a disaster ever since you were born. Since you were a baby, your father has been absent, so your mother has raised you. It didn't get any better despite that, though. She was mentally unstable.

When you were seven years old, your mother tried to drown you in a bathtub but mercifully let you go. She suffered from paranoid schizophrenia. You broke out of your house and raced to your neighbor's next door.

The next thing you know, your mother had been placed in a mental hospital, due to being declared "unfit to raise a child". While you were placed in foster care.

Your foster family didn't treat you any better; they were appalling. They would consistently favor their biological children over you and ignore you in favor of playing favorites. They would verbally and occasionally physically abuse you. They threatened to return you to the foster care system and would constantly remind you that you were a foster child. It was very clear that they only promised to take care of you for money.

Not only do you get mistreatment at home, but at school too. Students would pick on you from time to time. And it gets worse every day. It first started with insults, then stealing, and then escalated to full-on violence.

Every time someone is being bullied, they always advise you to tell an adult about it, but the adults do nothing and simply turn a blind eye. You complained to the principal, a teacher, and even your foster parents, but nothing was done. Your foster parents...well, they don't really care. The teacher would just tell them to stop, the principal would just give them detention.

The bullying just keeps getting worse and worse. You thought they would learn your lesson after your bullies got detention but no, they just got angrier. They absolutely made sure your life was a living hell. They would gang up on you and beat you up, leaving bruises all over your body. They would write profanities on your desk in class, telling you such crude words.

"BITCH"

"YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE HERE!"

"DIE!!"

"SLUT"

"I HOPE YOU DIE"

"YOU BETTER WATCH OUT"

"KNOW YOUR PLACE"

"WORTHLESS"

"GET LOST"

"NO ONE LOVES YOU"

"EVERYONE HATES YOU"

Who in their right mind would say such things to another human being? It truly wasn't a surprise that you experienced depression. Your mind was clouded, and you heard voices in your head urging you to do harmful actions, and you did so.

...and you were sick of it...

Now here you were, standing on a high bridge. You lean onto the railing, looking at the water and the view of the city.

"The view is so beautiful...too bad I won't be able to see it much longer..." You thought to yourself.

As you stared off into the bright sky, memories of your life started to flash. The memory of your mother curled into a ball in the corner of the room, repeating "It's not my fault" to herself as if she's losing her sanity.

The memory of you and your foster family at a restaurant, watching as their biological kids enjoyed their milkshake and pancakes while you on the other hand got eggs, even though you also wanted pancakes and a milkshake.

The memory of your foster parents when they laughed at you when you mentioned that you were being picked on at school, saying "Don’t be so sensitive"

The memory of your bullies when they cornered you in the bathroom and beat the living hell out of you and said "Just a reminder that nobody loves you and nobody ever will, you'll just be alone and grow up to be a nobody. You should do the world a favor and get lost while you're at it" Before laughing their butt off as they walked out, leaving you in a bloody pulp.

The memory of your foster father banging your head against the wall when you came home from school.

The memory of you in your bedroom with a razor blade in your hand as you put the sharp blade on your skin and slowly moved it, making a perfect, bloody line on your arm.

And finally, the memory of your birth mother, drowning you in the bathtub.

As that memory flashed in your head, you look down at your arms, both in bandages as you recently harmed yourself. You looked back up and closed your eyes.

"Maybe they were right...I don't deserve to be here"

You opened your eyes and looked down at the water.

"I should end my life the same way my mother tried to do years ago, but failed as she couldn't bring the heart to do it. Honestly, she should've killed me, I would grow up to be a nobody anyway"

You took a deep breath as you were mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to do, you never thought it would come to this, but hey, life sure is surprising.

As you went back about your past, you knew you had made the right decision, you didn't want to live like this anymore. You were tired of your foster family using you for money. You were tired of the non-ending insults and beatings you received from them and your bullies. You were tired of feeling like a piece of shit. You were tired of falling apart. You just want it to end.

You were about to climb over the railing when you spot someone walking. They stopped and looked at you for a split second before deciding to stand right next to you and lean onto the railing.

You immediately stopped what you were doing, you didn't want anyone to witness you about to jump off of a bridge. You wanted to go back home but remembered what's to come when you go there, so you stayed and waited patiently for the person to go away so you can finish what you were doing.

You both didn't talk, you just admired the view. You glance at this person, he was a boy about your age, he had messy indigo hair which sticks out behind his head, and ears that were very pointy, somewhat elf-like. You recognize this boy, he went to the same school as you, and although you weren't in the same class as him, you'd sometimes spot him in the hallway hanging around that blonde kid.

You were a little bit frustrated that this elf-looking kid was interrupting your death, but it's not like you can just say "Hey, so I was in the middle of killing myself, if you could just please leave and don't tell anyone, that would be great"

"H-Hello..."

You were taken aback when the boy suddenly spoke to you, even though you don't know him, you heard from other students that he is known to be quite shy and usually doesn't start up conversations.

"Hi..." You replied, not looking at him.

"I-I didn't know you come here, I-I usually come here f-for comfort whenever I need to feel s-safe"

"Yeah, I always come here just to view the city, it makes me feel like everything is going to be okay," You said as you frowned. This was the first time you came here, you only came to get one last look at the city of Musutafu before you were about to take the leap of faith.

"Aren't you t-that girl that got milk poured all o-over you at the cafeteria today?" He asked.

Your body froze at that. Your mind instantly went back to when your bullies took your carton of milk from your lunch tray and poured it all over your head, leaving you soaking wet as they laughed at you.

"Yeah, why? You want to laugh at me and say how much of a loser I am"

"N-No! That is not my intention! I'm not that kind of person!" He finally looked at you.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for how those girls treated you, y-you don't deserve that"

You scoffed, "You're just saying that to make me feel better"

"No, I'm saying that because I feel bad for you! I pity you!"

"Who cares? I'm worthless anyway, I don't even know why I thought things would get better"

"N-No! You're not worthless! Y-You're amazing! Even though I barely know you, I know you're a w-wonderful person with big dreams that I know you're gonna accomplish, who cares if others are too self-absorbed to see that"

You were shocked by what he was saying, nobody has ever said something nice to you before. Your whole life you've been given insults left & right, but this was new.

"You really mean that?"

"Y-Yes! I mean everything I said. You don't deserve to be treated as anything less than a human. You deserve to be treated how you want to be treated"

Tears started to form in your eyes, this was the first time someone has ever comforted you, was this what it's like to be liked by someone, if so, please don't let it end.

"A-And to think that those girls want to be heroes, last time I checked, heroes don't pick on i-innocent people and beat them up for no reason, they're better off to be seen as v-villains."

Out of nowhere, you hugged him. This took the shy elf boy by surprise as he wasn't expecting you to react like that. He blushed before hugging you back. He knew he did something right, he snapped you out of your bad thoughts and brought good ones into your head.

You, on the other hand, were crying on his shoulder, you were in so much pain, you just wanted someone who cares for you and loves you. I guess God answer your prayers and brought an angel to help you out.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! I wanted someone to say that to me all my life!"

"Y-Your w-welcome. Don't listen to what anybody says. You keep your head up high and focus on yourself. I will be there for you every step of the w-way"

You broke the hug. "By the way, I never caught your name"

"Tamaki Amajiki"

"Y/N L/N, nice to meet you" You smiled.

The rest of the day, you chatted with Tamaki, you've talked about heroes, your hero names, your quirks, what you can do, etc. But in the end, you both parted ways. You went back home to your foster parents, which you dread for. Even though you got the most terrible beating you could ever ask for, you smiled as you finally made a friend in forever.

The next day, you hang out with Tamaki and that blonde kid who you learned his name was Mirio. Sure, you got passed insults from your bullies and got assaulted by them a couple of times. You had two new friends that got your back.

3 years later...

Things had gotten a lot better over the last 3 years.

To start things off, you were able to make it into your dream school, U.A. High! Along with your long-time pals, Tamaki and Mirio. Oh, speaking of Tamaki, you two started dating. This man was the sweetest boyfriend, despite his shy and timid nature, he'd always take care of you and would be there for you when in need of comfort.

You also made a new friend along the way, Nejire Hado was the name. Her endless curiously and childish personality always made you giggle. She always believed in you whenever you start feeling down about yourself, she would literally yell at the top of her lungs that you could do it. All in all, she's pretty great to hang around with.

Also, you become one of the top hero candidates in all of Japan, along with your boyfriend and your new friends, thanks to the newfound support, you learned how to master your quirk and became one of the best students of U.A. You guys became known as The Big 4.

Even better, now that you are 18 years old, you have been officially removed from the foster care system. The only issue was that since you didn't have much money, they needed to make sure you had a somewhere to stay, which you don't.

Luckily, your mentor, Fatgum, was kind enough to let you live with him until you were able to afford a place to call home. How did he know you were a foster child? Well, long story short. He may or may not have seen your healed up scars on your arm while you guys were on patrol one day.

Your hero suit tore when you were fighting the bank robbers because you and your friends got caught up in the crime. Your scars have now completely healed, however the cuts still have bright red lines. And because they are so obvious, you always wear long sleeve shirts or arm warmers to hide them.

When Fatgum took notice of this, he had a chat with you privately, asking if everything was okay with you. You tried to explain that nothing was wrong but he insisted to tell him the truth, especially since those scars looked like they were done months ago. So, you finally spilled the beans of what's been going on in your life.

You told him about your mentally unstable birth mother, the abusive foster parents, and the bullying that you'd endure in middle school, but you also told him that you're doing fine after middle school because you found someone that turned your life around.

Fatgum was about to take action against your foster parents but you stopped him because you were 17 going on 18 in just a few months and once you turn 18, you'll be out of their house and out of the system. He hesitated at first but eventually promised to not send those horrible parents to jail for child abuse.

Now you live with Fatgum. He treated you like his own daughter, something your foster parents never did. It's true what they say, Fatgum really is a dad.

However, only you and Fatgum are aware of this, nobody else knows it. Not even your own boyfriend. You haven't told him about the real reason why you were at the bridge, or your depression, or the hell you went through.

You knew the man would blame himself even though none of this was his fault, nor was he involved. But, that's just how he is. Maybe one day you'll tell him. Thank him for saving your life, even if he doesn't realize it. But not now, you don't want more problems when everything was getting better and better.

And to think that none of this wouldn't have happened if Tamaki didn't come to the bridge...

[moonshineinasippycup]

Silent Love

This story was written for someone in discord I am in. They asked for a deaf Bakugo to meet a deaf reader.

tw: mentions of self-hatred and wishing death

Katsuki had just about had it. Had it with his friends trying to comfort him and tell him things were going to be okay. They weren't. He was the number two hero and now he was nothing. A villain attack was all it took to knock him off the Hero League entirely.

It was almost ironic how it happened. An explosion went off near him. It wasn't a big one. He didn't sustain any life-threatening injuries. But he went deaf. The hero with an explosion quirk went deaf because of the explosion.

He hated it. He hated himself. He was useless. Being a hero was all there was to him. It was the only good thing about him. Without the hero's life he was nothing. No one had any use for him now. Death would be better than this.

His friends from his high school years visited him in the hospital. They learned sign language with him. Four months later, he and his friends could already fluently speak to each other. And then the hero league decided he would need to go to some therapy group to decide if he could still be a hero. He knew it was bullshit. There would be no way for him to go back.

His first day there was awful. Everyone there would tell him he was still a hero to them and that it would be okay. He wanted to blow those people to bits.

This other person though. They were very shy it seemed. They kept to themselves and only ever said anything every now and then. It intrigued Katsuki. One day, on his way out he handed her a note on his way out. In true Katsuki fashion he seemed almost angry when he did. When they opened the note all it said was 'You better text me' followed by a small string of numbers.

(Y/n) couldn't believe it. Pro hero Dynamite was at their therapy sessions. Because he went deaf. And now he had given them his number. It was almost eight at night and they sat there staring at that tiny slip of paper. Eventually, they finally decided to text the number. After sending a quick 'hello?' message they were soon met with a response asking who they were.

After stating who they were, (Y/n) and Bakugo began to have a decently long conversation. Right before they asked why he gave them his number, (Y/n) received a text that surprised them.

"would you maybe want to hang out sometime? outside the sessions we have i mean. we could grab dinner?"

"Is the great pro hero Dynamite asking me out on a date?"

After said date more flirting occurred. And a few months later you and Bakugo were inseparable. Even his hero friends have met you because of how close the two of you have gotten. Them knowing sign language helped immensely.

Bakugo kept his pro-hero status, but he was more of a celebrity hero than a crime hero now. It killed him at first that he would never see action again, but you helped him through it. When you sat there with him holding him through his anger episode rubbing his back and signing to him that he'd be okay. It was when you pulled back and signed "Your life is not measured by how strong your quirk is, but the lives you were able to touch." That was when he fell in love with you.

You were in love with him too. Neither of you admitted it until a hero meetup at the end of the year. You were his plus one. The two of you decided to go outside for some air and sat down on a bench. You looked amazing in the night. The way the light shown on you made you look almost ethereal to him. You looked at him and smiled but were quickly caught off guard when he kissed you. And of course, you kissed back.

When he pulled back, he signed 'I love you" which had your eyes filling up with happy tears as you signed it back to him. He kissed you again and you instantly had your arms wrapped around him. Fifteen minutes later you two had walked back into the room where old 1A classmates came and congratulated you guys. Which was confusing. You found out after that Mina had seen the two of you and sent out the picture of a kiss to a group chat that Bakugo was conveniently the only one not in.

[thaliawritesblog]

MHA HOPE AGENCY VOLUME 1 COVER REVEAL!

I attempted a cover for my fanfic! Here's what the girls look like haha.

Read Hope Agency: Wounds that will not Heal Vol.1 here.

[red-hoods-left-sock]

Fuckin love fanfics with izuku and the vestiges

Give me the ghosts and the glowing eyes and the possessing and the knowing information he shouldn’t

Give me slightly unnerving izuku who seems to act a little to like All for one’s brother, give me the vestiges communicating through izuku like a vessel or forcing him to sleep or

Give me fic recs pls

[sagechan]

Where the Hell Is My Boyfriend's Dick?

Rated E

Kirishima Eijirou / Bakugou Katsuki

9k words

[tags on AO3]

go read it on AO3 here 🍆💜