#he just thinks I'm full of quirks and he's gonna fix me

[sensitivegoblin]

Vent: never move in with your sister

[k-nayee]

CHAPTER 2. LET'S BE HEROS!

❝Don't wait for any hero to save you, become one.❞

Vespertilio M.List

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"Zukiiiiiii!"

The fourteen-year-old boy lets out a faint choking noise as you glomp him with a smile, face slowly turning red the longer your cherry scent fills his nose. "__-____!"

Pulling back from the hug, you give him a tiny kiss on the nose. "Hello my cutie Zuki. How was your classes today?"

Izuku could only wheeze in reply.

"Great!" You simply loop your arm through his and continue with the conversation, "I was thinking we could go to the movies tom—"

"Hey Deku!" You both tense at the sudden call. Slowly looking back, fear (him) and irritation (you) fill your bodies.

'Dammit. Not him again...'

Bakugo Katsuki stands before you, the embodiment of arrogance and menace.

You grumble under your breath at the stuck-up little boy.

So full of himself and harmful to those deemed below him, it always amazes you that no one had beat his ass yet for such an attitude.

You surely would have if it weren't for Izuku's constant pleads not to.

"K-kacchan..."

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that shit?!"

"Y-yes. Sorry," the greenette recoils with a visible flinch causing Bakugo's Groupie to snicker.

"I saw your little shitty dream job report. Care to explain why you said hero when you don't even have a damned quirk!" Bakugo steps up with a sneer pulling at his lips.

Before he and the bullies could get any closer, you get in the way. "Hey! Back the hell up before somebody get their nuts kicked in again!"

A wince passes over all of their faces.

Bakugo takes a hesitant step back despite the emotion of anger on his face. "Hah?! You still wanna play hero? You really think that little fruit bat quirk can beat me?"

"And you think just because you have a Sparky Sparky Boom Man quirk, Imma bow down? Izuku!" thepoor boy jumps at the sudden call of his name with a skittish y-yes?

"Take this off so I can remind him I'm not one of his little friends."

Turning to the greenette, the rosary connected to the choker around your neck hauntingly glistens in the sunlight as you lean towards him.

The groupie's faces pale once realizing what you wanted, internally wincing at the phantom pains from the first time they 'fucked around and found out' with you.

To this day, they never willingly seek out to bully Izuku on their own. Instead, they wait until Bakugo is around to do so since he (unfortunately) wasn't there to meet Moka.

Only a few know what happens when that specific piece of jewelry is removed.

Despite the tellings, many only find it as a decorative piece and play off the past stories as a hoax or tall tale - queue the Angry Pomeranian™ (he gon learn one day...just wait).

Luckily for the Three Followers, they knew well enough to take your word seriously.

Izuku catches on and immediately throws his arms up in an x as he sputters out a reply. "B-but I can't!"

"Wha-why the hell not?!" It was your turn to sputter, a pout of anger mixed with disappointment painting your features from him not removing it.

"Your mother...she ordered me not to listen to you whenever you suddenly threaten to beat someone up!"

"...."

"...."

'Damn...change of plans.'

Looking back over at the smug group of bullies, you hold a fist up and wave it at them like an old man.

"You lucky my mama saved y'all from this ass whooping! Now Imma say this once and one time only: this better be the last time you Tokyo Revengers rejects try to jump Zuki!"

"And why should we listen to you? He's nothing but a quirkless nobody!"

"I don't give a flip if he's BooBoo the Fool! What you're not gonna do is bully him when he's done nothing to you. Now keep on and Imma get my momma to call your mom to tell her what you're doing!"

Bakugo nearly flinches at this, quickly fixing his show of weakness. "Yeah yeah! This shit getting boring anyways. C'mon guys, let's go somewhere else..."

He walks away with a mutter of fucking snitch bitch under his breath as his groupie quickly follows behind with sneers of their own.

"____."

You look over to see Izuku avoiding your eyes with a shy, timid grin. "T-thank you."

Before you can say anything, his expression darkens, replaced by a saddened frown. "But...why..."

"Huh?"

"I said why?" He finally faces you, this time with tears filling his eyes, "why do you still hang out with me knowing I'm a quirkless nobody? Because of me, you're bullied too! I-if you hadn't become my friend you w—"

"Enough!" Your stern voice interjects his rambling. With gentle movements, you grab his hand and began walking towards home.

Moments of silence pass until it's broken by a light laugh- your laugh. He looks over to see you already staring at him with a soft gaze.

"You always ask me why, and my answer will always remain the same: because I love you. I care for you Izuku. It hurts seeing you in pain, especially for something you can't control..."

Ba-dump...

Izuku's eyes widen at your words.

Despite hearing you say the words I love you over the years, this is the first time he's ever heard it so differently, so pure with genuine emotion.

The sound of your voice gets fainter as he actually takes in the sight of you.

The way your lips pull into a soft smile that never seems to go away, even as you speak.

Ba-dump...

The way the wind blows through your hair, bringing the pink cherry blossoms within its strands into a graceful dance.

Ba-dump...

And your eyes.

Your eyes sparkle oh so brightly in the sunlight.

Ba-dump...

A breathless sigh leaves the freckled boy's lips in awe.

Sometimes he can't believe you chose to stand by his side even when there were so many others much worthy.

Seeing your cute fanged smile, Izuku realizes you finished talking and quickly breaks out of the trance with a small smile of his own.

After a few more passing minutes, you finally reach the front yard of your house.

"Well...I guess this is your sto-ack!"

You pull him into a tight hug, head nestled into the crook of his neck. Your intimate action causes his pulse rate to skyrocket.

Speaking of pulse...

It has been a while since you last had some...

With the overwhelming smell of his blood getting the best of you, you step out of the hug with a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry Zuki...but I can't help myself!"

"Huh? What do-ah!" Izuku's confusion is immediately replaced by a flustered exclamation when you lean towards his neck and bite him.

The sharp sting is quickly replaced by the feeling of you sucking on his neck, making him even more flustered.

Face glowing red, he flails his arms with a squawky scream.

"W-WAIT ____!"

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You walk down the street with bags of groceries in each hand, tired eyes nearly closing from a lack of energy.

Turns out you didn't get enough blood from Izuku and your mother needed a few (a lot) things for tonight's dinner.

'She lucky she's making [favorite food], otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to this.'

That's a lie. You were going regardless if she sent you.

"No stop! You're gonna get yourself killed!"

You lazily glance over at the commotion and see a crowd of civilians and Pro Heroes as they scream and yell around a...glob of snot?

Looking a little closer, you noticed a boy running towards the booger monster while the adults around do nothing.

"Doing all that yelling, but I don't see any action." You release a snort, "Crazy how much the desire of being a hero is making even little kids risk their lives. Couldn't be me."

With a shake of the head, you continue walking, not too worried since All Might will surely appear in a few minutes. 'As always since no one else seems capable'

Mind set on going home, your heart nearly stops at the next words you hear.

"Poor kid. Aldera Junior High, by the looks of it."

'Wait...what? Someone from my school?'

You snap your head over to confirm what the stranger said to be true.

And sure enough, the pure black color of your school uniform is spotted.

But what causes your curiosity to turn into pure unadulterated fear is the sight of a signature head of green hair and mustard yellow backpack you've just seen nearly an hour ago.

'No...it can't be...is that—'

"IZUKU!!" Your panicked scream pierces the air.

Grocery bags long forgotten, you race over to him only to be restrained by a well-meaning bystander. "Hey slow down little lady. You can't go there, it's too dangerous."

"N-no let me go! LET ME GO!" Tried with all your might to break out of his hold, you're unable to.

You claw at the rosary around your neck and fruitlessly yank on it as tears fall. "I have to save him! Please! Please let go!"

Even with all of your pleads and cries, he doesn't comply, forcing you to watch your bestfriend claw at the slime.

"Quick! Save the boy before this thing kills him!"

Your eyes close as people now decide to help, refusing to look when the gooey blob raises its hand to hit Izuku.

You flinch at the sound of a loud impact. 'Zuki...'

"Pros are always risking their lives. That's the true test of a hero! DETRIOT SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!" All Might was there...

A strong wind forces you to cover your face until it finally dies down.

'Zuki!' Is the first thing to enter your mind. You quickly look around and try to locate him.

Anxiety fills you when you can't find him causing your eyes to tear up once again as you fear the worst.

'Calm down ____...he most likely went home that's all. Get the groceries, drop them off at home, and go to his house.'

After a few deep calming breaths, you set off to the plan, ignoring the intrusive thoughts containing a certain mangled and bloodied greenette.

Your body feels numb, moving at a slug pace as you walk with glazed-over eyes.

It wasn't until you were halfway home did a flash of green enter your vision. "...Zuki?"

Almost as if he heard you, he turns and meets your lost gaze.

Izuku straightens, his freckled cheeks flushing as a bright smile settles on his face.

The bags are dropped for the second time today.

"Oh! Hey, ___-"

His words are cut off when you run over and yank him into your body, holding him close despite his flustered cries of shock.

Pulling away, you hold and study every feature on his trembling scarlet red face in fear of him disappearing again.

Getting your fill of it, anger replaces sorrow and fear. A whack is thrown to the back of his head.

"You idiot! What the HELL were you thinking!"

"Listen ____. I-"

"Like I get the hero dream and all," you began to pace while scolding him, "but to run in without a plan whatsoever?!"

Izuku stays quiet to let you rant for a few more minutes before finally interrupting.

"____!"

He grabs you by the arms, green eyes burning with determination as they stare into your own.

"I want to become a hero. So I'm going to UA next year!"

You could only blink at his words. "...Eh?"

"And I want you to come with me. Let's be heroes...together!"

"EH?!"

[heronoegg]

Rewatching the anime a little bit to refresh my mind and I dont know if it's just the anime but if I had to get rid of anything in the anime that annoys me the most it would be AND LISTEN TO ME READ IT HOW IM SAYING IT

the way they went about making Uraraka have a crush on Deku

It's so annoying to the point I dont wanna "fix it" I just want it gone.

It's kinda long what I have to say and if you like Uraraka/Deku this post probably isn't for you

See it would be fine if it wasn't her whole personality and if you dont agree with me that's fine but I just.. it's hard to watch them fail my girl.

My most annoying parts of it are definitely.

- when she was taking her exam with Aoyama and him bringing up mention of the fact she liked Deku made her lose all composeture in a situation like that. 13 was literally caught off guard that she let go and the only reason they won is because she didnt wanna rip the children apart using black hole or void or whatever her quirk is called.

-when shes fighting Himiko for the first time in the forest training arc shes in FULL ON ATTACK AND PROTECT TSU MODE she man handles Himiko to the ground and I'm rooting for her. Himiko all of a sudden brings up a love interest cause she can smell it on or in Uararka's blood or something that she knows she likes a person. This takes over Uraraka's mind and she leaves ATTACK PROTECT MODE and is blushing and confused like a yandere simulator when you see Senpai. like... why is this scene needed? We know Uraraka likes Deku why does it have to get in the way of Himiko potentially almost stabbing or ending Tsu's life right in front of Uraraka? They were in a fight, having feelings for your crush is not gonna automatically flip your brain into "☺ oh no I remembered I like him" she could have just been extremely confused and Himiko was talking about how she loves Stain the same way Uraraka apparently has feelings for Deku, this scene is only here to show us Uararka liking Deku is making her mess up and that's why later she says she'll put those feelings away and then doesn't put them away cause she allows this to be in the forefront of her mind, Mina even teases her about it later with the present Deku got her. There's nothing wrong with Deku getting her a present and her cherishing it but she keeps it in her arm shoot thingy and when Himiko stole it season 6 Uraraka chased her to get it back cause it meant a lot to her... if it meant a lot to you leave it home??? I'm not gonna bring my keychain I like a lot or something someone gave me to the battle field leave that home where you know its safe

-in movie 1 Uararka is first scene stuttering because she was eavesdropping in on Deku and Melissia having a normal conversation about the island expo. Momo and Jirou are angry for her for no reason because this is meant to be perceived as Deku "cheating" on Uraraka by hanging out with another girl and it really isn't, they were literally just geeking out about hero gear and being a hero I rewatched the movie with my friend a little bit and she said "it's easy to ship Deku with Melissa because I dont feel like it's being pushed in my face ''THEY LIKE EACHOTHER GIGGLE GIGGLE'' it literally just showed two people who are more alike than they knew cause they are both quirkless and geeks about heroes talking about geeky hero stuff. Your next thing is your gonna probably say I'm hating cause I ship Deku with Melissa, I dont care about shipping the characters I was just making a point I honestly really need Deku and Melissa to stay platonic and friends cause shipping them just isn't my tea but to each it's own, I'm not saying I hate Deku/Uraraka I'm just saying there was a better way to go about making them fall in love or have a crush on eachother cause so far into the forest training arc and onward it's one sided, Deku never really thinks about Uraraka the way she thinks about him next your gonna say but in the beginning Deku was crazy about her cause he was like "A GIRL TALK TO ME" when he came to UA and when he talk to her on the phone he was like "I TALK TO A GIRL ON THE PHONE!" He did say these things, girls dont talk to Deku, not in his old middle school not ever really, he's a 15 year old boy if a nerdy kid talks to a girl he's going to geek out about it cause that never happen before

-it's just hard in general to watch her say "I'm gonna put these feelings away cause they get in my way" and then she proceeds to not do that even when shes putting them away she keeps bringing it up or its shown that she clearly didnt "put them away" cause she's struggling to not think abo it Deku in every trial she faces. I kid you not I remember her saying "what would Deku do" the same way Deku says "what would Allmight do" and it's really annoying.

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk I just wanted to talk about this cause I dont really appreciate how her romance life is handled. If you like Deku/Uraraka power to you but I dont and I can only see them as friends and she had a crush on him but he friend zoned her

[haleigh-sloth]

Did Lady Nagant shoot Shigaraki's hand completely off? Damn. Not that it matters it will grow back. But, it would have been so easy for her to take a different, more deadly shot. This is for all the people who still think he will be killed (which is funny) this was an easy chance to do it but she went for the hand. It briefly stops him from decaying but he still has his other hand and lots of quirks. Gentle made me emotional. This was a pretty good chapter. I'm excited to see what happens next

RIGHT??

I feel like not very many people are paying attention to this and are instead mad that she shot him at all. Which, I mean…guys lol.

Like yeah I don’t like seeing him get ripped to shreds, I don’t. But the fact of the matter is he’s still fighting against them (understandably) but trying to kill them and decay the only thing keeping them from falling to their death.

It’s just as you said, Lady Nagant could have aimed for the head.

But she didn’t, she went for damage control instead.

I could eat my words later and she aims for his head later, but for now? I mean, compare this to Bakugo’s “I’m gonna shoot you full of holes” 💀.

I’m not like, convinced she’s trying to save him or anything. I don’t think anybody in that arena except Izuku and, possibly at this point Mirio, is even remotely thinking about Tomura’s wellbeing. But NOT going straight for the kill is something I feel is important enough.

Especially with her insight of carrying out multiple murders behind the scenes on orders, and probably realizing that just killing isn’t the gonna fix anything.

[sunlightandsuffering]

something about BTL eren turning everything mikasa does into an innuendo around the holidays is so 😭 maybe bc she’s super busy decorating and shopping he feels she isnt spending enough time with him so is missing his mikasa fix

UGH IM SO UPSET ABOUT BTL RN BC I WANTED IT DONE TONIGHT BUT IM A PERFECTIONIST SO LIKE I DON'T THINK IT'S GONNA HAPPEN AND IM SO UPSET!!! But no literally ur on point anon, I'm giving u guys the whole scene rn bc I want y'all to see it even if u don't get the full chapter :( Im so sad I can't publish tonight before I go out, here this is the consolation prize bc ur so on point he's just sulking bc he wants her attention!!

Mikasa does not look impressed with his decision, but she doesn’t argue either which Eren takes as a sign that she’d also been fed up with arguing over it. She goes back to decorating their rather sad excuse for a tree, the one she’d absolutely insisted upon. 

So far, Eren has covered about half of the large bald spot on the tree with tinsel, but he’s running low and there’s still the other side to do, not to mention half the tree is already covered with the stuff and Mikasa makes a face as she notices.  “Eren that’s too much tinsel.”  “Mikasa,” he says disbelievingly, this is all her fault, “I have to cover up the bald spots up somehow, just because you chose an ugly tree…” 

Mikasa throws an ornament at him, “You’re such a grinch.” 

The ornament bounces off of him ineffectually, falling to the floor with a jingle and he gives her a wicked grin, looking back at her salaciously, “You’re right Mika, I am, I’ve got something that can grow three sizes after all.”  He leans down to grab another ornament from the box next to her, revelling in the look of shock on her face as her pretty head struggles to reconcile the words that have just come out of his mouth, and then the sweet little blush as she processes the quip. Mikasa is struck still as he leans in close, his lips just a hairsbreadth from her own, “And it’s not my heart, that’s for sure.” 

She doesn’t move for a solid minute and Eren counts this as a win for himself. 

She sputters as she finally regains herself, “You’re terrible Eren.” 

“I’ve got the stamina of Santa Mikasa, I can go all night long.”  Mikasa smacks him for that one before stomping off to the kitchen to check on her cookies and he grins, calling after her, “I’ve got more, you just wait Ackerman.”

“I don’t want to hear them,” she calls back and he watches her happily as she leans down to check the oven for her cookies.  He loves to bother her, she’s so easy to rile up. 

He can’t help himself when she doesn’t come back right away, instead he can see from the living room that she’s messing around with her phone at the counter where it’s plugged into the wall.  “Mikasa, no phones, it’s Christmas, this is supposed to be about quality time together,” he teases her.  She gives him a dirty look from her perch at the counter, “You just want to sexually harass me, be honest.” 

He can’t help his self-satisfied smile as he goes for another quip, “If you come sit in my lap Miki I’ve got a special gift just for you.”  “EREN!” Mikasa says, affronted and her cheeks are completely flushed now, rosy red, almost the same colour as the cute little Santa hat she’s wearing. 

He holds his hands up in a truce, following her into the kitchen just as her timer goes off for her cookies.  She gives him a withering look as he hops up onto the counter next to her before she jumps down to go check her cookies. 

He pouts as her attention is turned to the oven, “You’re making too many cookies, I’m going to get fat Miks.” 

She takes the batch of Christmas sugar cookies from the oven, shaped like snowflakes and candy canes, placing them on the counter cool. 

She drops her pink oven mitts, coming to stand between his legs and Eren can’t help how his mouth quirks up, he likes her close, can’t help thinking she belongs there.  Mikasa lifts his shirt up just enough to expose chiselled abs and she gives him a dry look, her hands slipping over the muscles of his stomach, “I’m not too worried about it.” 

He shivers at the feeling as her sparkly white Christmas nails scratch over his happy trail to his jeans where they linger for just a second and their eyes catch, the room thick with sexual tension.  It’s been a while since they’ve done anything, on hold for the Christmas season or because neither of them know how to navigate this, he’s not sure, but as Mikasa’s thumb toys with the button of his jeans he knows for sure he wants it to continue, wants to teach her everything there is to know about sex.  Her lips part and she leans in, her hand slipping just a little lower to where he’s very obviously straining against his jeans, the thick length of him ready and waiting for her delicate touch. 

He leans down, just a touch of his lips against her own, whisper soft, an almost kiss and Mikasa leans up to match him, and already he can taste the sugar from her cookies on her lips, absolutely delicious.  But of course, Eren can’t help ruining it, how could he possibly pass up this prime opportunity as Mikasa feels him over his jeans, rubbing at the aching line of his cock.  “That’s not a candy cane in my pocket Mikasa, I’m just glad to see you.” 

“EREN!” 

[mtreebeardiles]

Stardew Effect, pt 18

Gotta start shaking that rust off, eh?

Full chapter over on AO3

"So, okay… run this by me again."

Kaidan was perched on Evvy's bed, cross-legged, elbows braced on his knees as he watched the other man resettle beside him. On the nightstand before them was Everett's laptop, lid open, screen aglow, the bird he'd rescued peering down at the keys as if in deep concentration. 

"I'm like, ninety percent sure that bird is actually Liara."

"And she's …'cursed?'"

"Like, super cursed."

"And you came to that conclusion because something… repelled you? When you tried to heal her?"

"Something like that." Everett mirrored Kaidan's position, and for all he looked even more exhausted than he'd seemed earlier that day, there was a quirk to his lips and a glint in his eyes that echoed the sort of good-humor Kaidan had come to associate with him. 

"You seem amused by all this."

"I'm amused by you."

"Hey! Why!" His outrage was undercut by his own inability to suppress a smile. Despite the weird and frankly worrying circumstances, it did him good to see Evvy in better spirits. He reached over, prodding Everett in the ribs, doubling his efforts when the other man tried to squirm away. He captured him, pulling him against his chest and running his fingertips along the sensitive areas he'd mapped once before. "I went all the way to that tower for you! Climbed way too many stairs! Tried to understand Wizard!"

Everett was laughing, only half-heartedly trying to escape. 

"I almost tried re-creating that hallucinogenic tree tea! And I come all the way here just to get sassed! Unbelievable."

"You weren't gonna try to make that tea, Kay."

"True, but saying I would've helps my case here."

Everett shifted, looking up at him, cheeks lightly flushed. "Fighting dirty there, Kaidan?"

"If it gets you to laugh like that," he replied with a shrug, smiling a little. "Worth it."

Everett's smile softened, and he leaned up to brush a kiss to Kaidan's cheek. Kaidan gave him a little squeeze in return, resting his chin against his shoulder. "So what's actually amusing?"

"Just how outraged you are at the idea of curses," Evvy admitted. "We know Liara can teleport, but this is where you draw the line?"

"This is a step beyond 'odd,' Evvy. This," he gestured towards the bird, watching as it lifted a delicate foot and attempted to smack a few keys with it, promptly falling over. "This I can't even take seriously."

The bird turned its head then, fixing him with what could only be considered a beady-eyed glare. 

"I don't know how else she can communicate with us!" Everett leaned forward without actually leaving Kaidan's hold, reaching out to set the bird to rights. "Try your beak?"

"Maybe keep things simple? Like 'Y' for yes, 'N' for no…" Kaidan offered after a moment of watching the bird stare intently at the keys. "Are you Liara?"

The bird glanced at him before shuffling across the keys -- stepping on several, leaving a trail of nonsense on the word processor Evvy'd pulled up. 

"Well."

"Hang on, hang on…" Everett leaned forward, a grin twitching at his lips. "She's got it!"

Well, shit, Kaidan thought, bemused, as the bird deliberately found the 'Y' key and held it, adding a string of y's at the end of her initial line of random keystrokes. 

"Do I want to ask the obvious question?" he began after a moment. 

"Hmm?"

"How do we know if she's telling the truth?" 

"…you think someone else got cursed into bird shape?"

"Or someone else can turn into a bird at will," Kaidan pointed out. "And if Liara did get cursed…how'd she wind up in the mines?" 

Everett frowned, leaning back in Kaidan's hold. "Well," he began after a moment. "We already know Liara can teleport, remember? I don't know if it's that far-fetched to assume someone else can initiate the teleporting. Could explain how she wound up where she did."

"But they bird-ified her first?"

"I didn't say it wasn't extra," Everett replied with a shrug. He tapped against Kaidan's knee. "We could try asking her a few questions? See if we can't suss out if she's the real deal?"

Some of the other man's excitement had ebbed, and Kaidan couldn't help but feel responsible for it. He knew it was the right call -- neither of them knew anything about the sort of power Liara wielded, and their own separate experiences with the strange and unusual was overshadowed by how much more strange and unusual the Valley was proving to be. 

It paid to be cautious. 

[thatonefatgumsimp]

it's 141am, I'm thinking about my version of Vigilante!Deku AU and having lil brain thoughts and writing everything down and I'm about to make it your problem!

(Under the cut, cw/tw: character death, cussing)

Everything is the same up until the sludge monster incident.

Izuku didn't go home just yet, he stayed and moped on the roof for a bit longer before heading home. When Izuku had heard what happened, he was shocked and sorry he didn't make it to help Katsuki, but he was glad that All Might had saved him…even if he'd pushed Izuku off the path of becoming a hero. Nonetheless, the greenette was still determined to help people!

The next part is set after Katsuki had taken the entrance exam at UA.

He came home one night soaking wet and covered in blood that was not his own. This had been happening all week, but Inko had just assumed Izuku had been getting beaten up and bullied like usual. She'd never suspected her son had become a vigilante until about the 6th night he'd come home like that. She confronted her son. "Wha- h-how did you-?" "Well for starters, dear, if you had lost that much blood in a week, you'd be dead so I figured that it's someone else's blood you've been coming home covered in. Secondly, your knuckles are bruising quite badly…let me fix those for you."

She was supportive and washed her son's vigilante outfit for him and bandaged his cuts and bruises.

Sure, Inko would've rathered her son become a hero or something more legal, but if being a vigilante and helping others made Izuku happy, then she was content.

Everything else at UA was the same except that Tetsutetsu had joined 1A, Shinso had joined 1B, and Tetsutetsu would eventually become part of the Bakusquad.

At first Izuku was on pretty neutral terms with Stain. They weren't friends, but they weren't enemies.

That was until Izuku learned he was killing heroes.

He tried to take him down, but ultimately ended up failing. Stain, in revenge, killed Izuku's mother.

So when Ingenium's little brother came for revenge after Stain went after the Hosu pro hero Ingenium, Izuku took his chance for revenge.

He helped one Iida Tenya who was in trouble and cause a little bit of commotion luring in a nearby, curious Shoto.

They all took down Stain, but Tenya had passed out. Shoto, after talking to the mysterious boy, left a note for Endeavor saying "I'll be back soon, old man, not that you care." and followed the greenette to his abandoned building hideout.

He followed him back to an abandoned building with a duffel bag full of clothes, a blow up mattress with an all might blanket and a pillow on it, a microwave, a TV, a phone charger, and an all might rug.

Izuku had let Shoto follow him here.

I: so why are you following me? S: who are you? I: A vigilante with a purpose, next question. S: if you're a vigilante, why were you helping us and not Stain? I: sweet cinnamon roll smile oh well that's easy! stare of death he killed my mom. S: oh- I: what about you? Aren't you Endeavor's son? S: I wish I wasn't… I: puts two cup noodles in the microwave wanna talk about it? S: …yeah…

awhile later after talking and eating

S: so you're telling me it doesn't matter if it's like his quirk cuz it's my quirk not his and I shouldn't really give a shit? I: exactly! Yknow if you ever feel like you wanna be a hero without all the restrictions, I could always use the help. S: no thanks…I think I'm gonna go back to UA and do it the right way just to spite my old man. I: OK, no problem! But if you change your mind, you know where to find me. S: thanks…I've never really been able to talk to anyone like this before… I: if you want, I can give you my number and we can text? S: yeah, that sounds good… I: and feel free to swing by anytime you'd like when you're in the area…just don't tell anyone about my hiding place or I'll slit your throat a mixed joke and threat S: OK, thanks

Shoto leaves and they gradually get closer until Izuku hears about a girl who was being held captive by the Shie Hassaki.

That's all I've written down so far, but basically eventually he saves Eri, she lives with him for a bit, then he's like "shit, sorry…I kinda put you in a lot of danger. You're a great kid and I'd love to keep taking care of you cuz you're the closest thing I've had to family in awhile, but you'll be safer with the heroes."

So Aizawa takes her and her things and comes back to take Izuku as well, but he packed his stuff and found a new abandoned building and Aizawa's just like "shit I just lost a feral green child, where do I find it-" and after a few more months, Eraser, Mic, and Midnight find him.

He refuses to be taken in so they use force with Midnight's quirk and basically give him and Eri their own dorm building.

They brought all his stuff dw.

And Bakugo sees him and is like "that's not the quiet shy boy I knew in middle school, that's a feral little shit, holy fuck what happened?"

Lo and behold he finds out about Inko's death cuz he and his family just thought they, like, moved or smthn and he's like "WTF?! HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS!"

Basically Aizawa adopts a feral gremlin street child except this child has teeth and will bite and is basically a glorified leash kid.

[just-here-for-the-moment]

Three-Minute Lover, Installment 3: Javier Peña x female DEA colleague Reader (NYE kiss)

Welcome to Three-Minute Lover! A co-writing project of @writeforfandoms and @just-here-for-the-moment

Three-Minute Lover Series Masterlist

Word count: 600 (give or take a few words)

Outline & Warnings: Javier Peña x female DEA colleague Reader (NYE kiss you won’t forget anytime soon x enemies to lovers)

JHFTM: “You gonna kiss Peña at midnight? Start the year off with the person you hate the most?” Steve Murphy ribbed you, grinning at you over the mouth of his beer bottle. His New Year’s Eve party was in full swing, and the apartment was crammed with about 50 people. 

You fixed him with a withering look. “You say that again, and I’ll make you kiss him.” 

You sipped your punch, eyes trailing across the living room to land on Javier, where he was chatting up a beautiful young nurse who worked with Steve’s wife Connie. You rolled your eyes. Of course.

WFF: He looked your way, and you met his gaze over the rim of your drink. His lips quirked in a half-smile, and you scoffed quietly. 

"He's not so bad, once you get to know him," Steve said, a little more gently. 

"I'm sure," you drawled disbelievingly. 

"Sure of what?"

You looked into your punch for… patience? Sanity? Something. Of course Javier had joined the two of you. 

"Nothing." You shook your head at Steve, willing him to stay out of it. 

"Actually--" Steve started. You clapped a hand over his mouth to shut him up. He muttered against your palm. 

JHFTM: Steve peeled your hand off his mouth with a jovial scowl. “You can’t do that to me, goddammit. I’m a federal agent.” 

You gave Steve the hardest expression you could muster and then frowned back into the bottom of your cup. 

“Sunshine here was just wondering who to kiss at midnight. I told her you’d be up for the job if we couldn’t find a rabid possum that meets her approval.” 

“Oh for Christ’s sake, Murphy!”

Steve chuckled and clapped Javier on the shoulder before leaving to join Connie. 

Javi huffed out a laugh and you suddenly realized that he was… uncomfortable? 

WFF: Wait. Peña was uncomfortable?

"Murphy thinks he's a real comedian," Javier muttered, looking down into his drink. "He likes to fuck with me, that's all." 

You scoffed. "Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before." You rolled your eyes. 

"What?" Javier looked startled. 

"We both know you don't like me very much, you don't have to make lame excuses."

Javier frowned and opened his mouth. Closed it. He fumbled out a cigarette, holding out the box to you silently. 

"I don't… not like you," he said slowly, looking anywhere but you. 

You waved off his offer, frowning. "Speak plainly, please." 

JHFTM: Javier lit his cigarette, blowing the first puff of smoke up and away from your face. He fixed his deep brown eyes on you. 

“I think we just got off on the wrong foot, that’s all. What do you say to a fresh start for the new year?” He raised his eyebrows at you and suddenly his eyes were warmer, more sympathetic than you had ever seen them before. 

The apartment erupted in cheers and shouts as people began to count down. 

“DIEZ! … NUEVE!!... OCHO!!!” The numbers got smaller and you suddenly realized how close Javier’s face was to yours. 

WFF: You licked your lips, breathing picking up a little. He dropped his gaze to your lips, and you warmed. 

"A fresh start, huh?" You lifted one hand to his shoulder, barely cognizant of the counting down around you. You were stuck in his eyes. 

The first cheers started around you, and his lips crashed into yours. The world melted away as his hand molded to your hip, keeping you close. 

Finally, with one last nudge of his nose against yours, Javier pulled back. "How about we go somewhere more private?" He asked, voice low and raspy. 

Well. Fresh start, indeed.

[hanazuma-inactive]

ifhy. (nsfw) dabi x bottom!male reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: hate sex, a lot of cursing, a little bit of degrading, fucking on a counter (?) idk if that counts, and implied violence a little

a/n: sorry this took a while to write i was passed out for the past two days 😀👍

_____

ever since you entered the league of villains you've hated everything about the man. the cockiness, the way he talked, even the way he smiled, though he barely did. you wanted to prove you were better than him. due to the fact that he had a flashier quirk than you, he received more attention from tomura than you did.

everything about dabi pissed you off.

you weren't very subtle about it either, you made sure that dabi knew you didn't like him. In fact everyone in the league knew you hated his guts and they didn't want to get in the way of you two either, just so they don't get hit by the crossfire.

you challenged him one time during another one of shigaraki's meetings because he was taunting your abilities in the mission tomura assigned you to. the fight was pretty bad and thankfully kurogiri was there to stop you guys or else the hideout would've been burned to crisps in the matter of seconds.

believe it or not, there was actually one thing you hated more than dabi. it was how much you wanted to fuck the man. everytime you were with dabi, you were practically undressing him with your eyes. his tall and lean body, those ocean eyes you could melt in and the fact that you could see his pecs slightly due to his clothing.

you didn't want to admit it but you couldn't deny your own desires. not saying you would volunteeringly ask him to fuck you but if the oppurtunity came up you wouldn't say no either. there were times you touched yourself thinking about the black haired male deep inside you stuffing you full of his cum. he turned you on so much and you couldn't deny it.

it was another day were shigaraki excluded you from a mission. you didn't mind too much this time since you didn't want to go anyways. shigaraki and your ideals weren't similar but he recognized your strength and you recognized his authority.

you were resting at the bar table in the hideout and fixing yourself a drink. you knew kurogiri had to have some good booze hidden here somewhere. while ruffling under the counters you heard slow footsteps coming down the stairs. the person you wanted to see the least appeared in front of you.

"what are you doing back here, aren't you supposed to be with them?" you said in a cold tone.

"they don't need me anymore, they've got it handled. shigaraki's plan also failed once."

"wouldn't be surprised."

"fuck is that suppose to mean."

"i said what i said , burnt face."

you felt the atmosphere in the room tense up and so did dabi. you both stayed silent for a few seconds until he spoke again.

"real rich coming from someone who's been eye-fucking me ever since we entered the league together."

you were startled by his response. did you make it that obvious? you stopped looking for the alcohol and stood up.

"so what if i did, huh? i still fucking hate you, i don't know who in the right mine would want your cocky ass here but i guess some people just don't see how much of a piece shit you can be."

you could feel it in your bones a fight was about to go down. dabi wasn't the type to stay silent after you insult him. well, if he does try something you were ready to face him. backing off from something like this wasn't your style.

dabi walked closer to you and put his hand on the counter.

"i always thought you had a pretty face, what a shame it came with a shit personality." dabi said while cupping your cheek with his hand.

his touch felt so right against your skin. the male's hands weren't cold but it wasn't exactly warm either. you didn't know why it felt good but you didn't care either.

"don't fucking touch me, bastard." you said while slapping away dabi's hand.

you wanted dabi to touch you but you didn't want to admit it infront of him. in fact, he was getting too close to you for comfort and the tense atmosphere with just the two of you, him pushing you against the wall. even a nomu would know what he's trying to do.

“oh please, we all know you want it you fucking slut... you want me to fuck your brains out right on this counter, don’t lie to yourself.”

“don’t be so full of yourself, who do you think you are? just because i like your body doesn’t mean i like you.”

dabi turned around and started to walk away realizing you were being serious about this.

“then again, i'm not saying no. so if you want to prove me wrong, come and show me.” you said

dabi understood what you meant, he turned around and grabbed you by the waist pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.

you've never felt your heart beat so fast in your life before. you hands on his shoulders pulling him closer towards you. both of you struggled to take control of the kiss but dabi ended up winning this time.

after a few minutes the kiss broke and you wiped your mouth with your left arm.

"is that all you got bitch boy? c'mon there's no way you're this weak right?" you taunted

"you haven't seen nothing yet, you fucking squirt."

dabi said as he unbuckled his belt. you could see the thick outline of his cock under his boxers. it was so much bigger than you could’ve ever imagined all those times by yourself. dabi soon took off his boxers to show you the real deal. his cock was still half erect but it already looked too big to fit into your hole.

“you like it?” dabi asked with a smirk on his face

“tch, i’ve seen better.”

“oh? is that so.”

right after he said that, dabi grabbed your head and shoved it onto his dick, making you take his cock by all its length right away. you attempted to push yourself away but dabi’s hands were on your head the whole time. Soon enough you submitted to dabi and adjusted to his rhythm. after a while dabi finally let go of your head and pulled out his cock, this time fully erect. you couldn’t tell the exact size but it was practically double the size of what it was initially. during this entire time, you had an erection in your pants too. you were begging for a release preferably through dabi’s cock.

“c’mon sweet heart, we all know what you want. now show me that fucking ass and get on the counter.”

you stayed silent for a bit thinking whether or not to pass up this opportunity or take it. the decision was still in your hands because although dabi might be a villain he would never do something like this if he didn’t get their consent first. after considering, you realized this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity and agreed. you slid the bottom half of your clothing off and sat on the counter. you didn’t expect dabi for the type to ever get flustered but he did. when his eyes locked onto your ass and thighs his eyes widened just like when you saw his cock.

“bet you never had something like this huh~” you teased.

and just like your response earlier, dabi scoffed and said

“i’ve seen better.”

you were both impatient for what’s about to happen next. one person to be stuffed and the other to do the stuffing. dabi’s precum was the most lubricant he was ever going to use on you so without prepping he pushed his cock inside you. right away you felt a bit of pain under there but it quickly turned into pleasure after dabi moved around the area a bit more.

“f-fuck bitch… you’re tight huh…”

“nngh... tch, i told you AH-.”

“this is the good spot isn’t it~” dabi said as he pushed his dick further into you.

you moaned in pleasure as a response with grunts in between. you were feeling euphoric, this was the situation you’ve imagined so many times and now it’s finally coming true. you looked down at your own dick to see the tip of it leaking pre-cum. you couldn’t deny how good you felt at this point even if you wanted to.

“fucking hell… you fuck pretty good for some a-ah! who talks like a bitch.” you managed to make out.

“don’t talk with you ass full, slut.” dabi said as he yet again thrusted into you this time with even more force.

“and you wanted to deny it, look how good im making you feel. you’re gonna cum just from me fucking you in the ass.”

“you’re one to talk, i can feel all of your pre inside. i know you’re feeling just as good as i am don’t lie to me.”

you two gave each other a smirk as if this was some kind of competition of who can make the other person feel better. well it is, but in an aggressive way.

as both of you were getting close the moans and grunts started to become more frequent.

"hgh! im fucking cumming." dabi grunted out

"a-ah fuck! me too." you replied

the two of you came at the same time. pants filled the room with dabi still inside you.

"heh… not bad y/n."

"that's the first time you said my name, dabi."

"the same goes for you."

"i still fucking hate you by the way."

"the same goes for you."

[glowingbadger]

Okay folks, get ready for a Modern Au Fluffy Megapost~

Firstly, Sylvain and Dimitri have gotten a fluff post already that you can see here if you like! I'll think about whether I have anything to add that would be relevant to a Modern AU for them, but their sections are gonna be shorter as a result.

Yuri, Felix, Ashe x GN Reader

Fluffy relationship headcanons - SFW

Yuri:

- At first, it's not really in Yuri's base nature to be soft and gentle towards a lover. "Delicate" in the cunning, teasing sense, perhaps- but vulnerable and kind? Less so. Which is why it's a bizarre feeling for him when he finds himself wanting to be softer to you- wanting to comfort you and hold you and protect you. He doesn't really know what to do with this new-found tenderness at first, but it will start to manifest in how he treats you despite himself. His tone is completely different with you, he smiles to himself whenever he checks his phone to see you've messaged him, he starts saving songs you mention to listen to later- he simply can't help it.

- He won't let on that he's got quite a lovely singing voice for some time (he intentionally doesn't audition for musicals)- but one night, as your head rests on his lap as he reviews a script for the next play on campus that he's performing in, he starts quietly humming to himself. He stops as soon as he realizes you've noticed, but you carefully say, "I'm... pretty sure I recognize that song- how does the rest go?" He indulges you, humming the rest, even peppering in some of the lyrics. But by the end, he smiles with a quirked eyebrow and pokes your cheek playfully, "Don't think you fooled me with that line earlier- you couldn't repeat a single note of that song, you were just goading me into singing it."

- After this though, he does treat you to a song or two whenever you're upset or not feeling well. He knows that, with all of the complex and duplicitous relationships he's left behind him, it's a relief to finally have something he can give you that he's never willingly given to a partner before. So when you're sick or stressed or dealing with a mental health issue, he'll stroke your hair and sing softly to you, the quiet smile you wear tugging sweetly at his heart.

Dimitri:

(most of my thoughts are in the link above)

- Dimitri loves doing boyfriend tasks for you, like carrying heavy things (really any things) for you, reaching the top shelf, opening jars (he has broken one or two), and so on. He's the type to make sure to hold the umbrella over you even if it means he gets rained on.

- He's a clumsy texter, and his messages to you are always full of type-o's and ridiculous auto-corrects. He also has every voicemail you've ever left him saved on his phone and will listen to them when he hasn't seen you for a while.

Sylvain:

(once again, he's in the link up there)

- He sends you stupid memes of animals with "this is us" typed below. Most of his signs of affection are dumb and cute but goofy like that, and getting him to actually level with you and express his genuine love and care for you can be pretty rare.

- Sylvain secretly likes romcoms, like, a lot. He tries to brush it off, saying, "Oh you know, I've just seen a lot of them on dates." but his encyclopedic knowledge of their plots and cast suggest otherwise. Once he fesses up to you though, he refuses to meet your gaze and mutters, "it's just.. nice sometimes to think that a relationship can actually be like that, y'know?"

Felix:

- He's so bad at being soft, but he wants to be for you, but also doesn't want to be because ew feelings. Which he has a lot of. This is why the main way he expresses his affection is through physical contact. It's mostly in private, where he can be super cuddly with you- but in public, he'll still find times to lightly brush his hand against yours, or an excuse to "fix" your hair, mumbling, "It's flying all over the place, hold still-" even though it's really not that out of place, he just wants a reason to touch you.

- Felix is a funny one to bring your problems to. He's actually a surprisingly good listener for someone he cares about, so he's happy to just hold onto your hand and listen to you vent about whatever's bothering you. If it's an interpersonal problem, he'll probably offer to confront or straight up fight whoever is giving you trouble, which might at least get you to laugh, even though he fully means it. But for a more serious problem, he'll quietly wipe away your tears and remind you, "Hey, listen- you just... keep living your life as you, okay? You can't be anyone else, and I don't want you to be."

- He secretly loves it when you play with his hair. While he's studying or gaming, he likes to lean back against the edge of his bed or a couch and have you sitting behind him brushing out his hair, or even braiding or pulling it up for him if you like. He finds your touch incredibly soothing, and there have even been times when he's spaced out a bit and completely forgotten what he was doing because he was just enjoying your nails along his scalp and your fingers through his hair. Honestly, it's a bit like scratching a cat's ears- he'll even subconsciously lean against you if he's not careful.

Ashe:

- 'soft' is Ashe's default state in a relationship, and it is just the cutest. He wears his affections openly on his sleeve, and if you're upset or unwell, his concern is completely obvious. When you're sick, he'll immediately start looking up your symptoms and any possible solutions, and he's always got extra pillows and blankets to lend you. He knows your favorite snacks and movies by heart, and always has them on hand for off-days.

- He loves cooking for you, and cooking with you, if you're into it. There's something so intimate and domestic about making and enjoying meals together, and he has an uncanny way of making the best of even a crappy little college dorm/apartment kitchenette. Though, you're going to have to set some strict boundaries with your friends about date nights, because if you let them, your friends and his will swarm to his cooking and mooch off of the fruits of your labor- and we all know Ashe is too nice to say no.

- Ashe absolutely wants to own a pet with you. Perhaps even before moving in together, he'll help you select a small, low maintenance pet, and he'll always be delighted to come visit it and help you take care of it. If you're living together, he definitely wants a cat or a small dog, and he's a total pet-dad about it. He'll give them cute little bandanas to wear, experiment with which brand of food they seem to like best and so on. He gets a bit shy if you tease him about his doting, but ultimately, he'll just kiss your cheek or forehead and say, "I just want to take care of you both as best I can, that's all."

[rogue-durin-16]

YOU DRIVE ME MAD

Summary: Fred's and Y/n's silly rivalry may have more to do with love than with hate; after a fatal incident, some confessions are made.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: brief mention of violence, blood, language (this seems a lot darker than it is lmao)

A/N: idk man I just love this idiot so here it comes another oneshot. The reader's house is not specified btw. Enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Fred spotted me and walked to stand near me before asking jokingly "On your way to kill a man, Y/n?" Oh, little did he know.

"what is that?!" I exclaimed at the sight of my friend's bruised arm.

"uhm... Nothing."

"who did that to you?" I knew the answer before I even got it. My friend had gone to break up with that Cormac McLaggen the previous night; she had finally listened to us and ended that toxic relationship they had, but apparently she got a souvenir from it.

"It's fine- he didn't mean to- Y/n don't do anything stupid." Too late, I saw red.

"I don't have time for your bullshit, Weasley." I curtly replied bumping his shoulder while I walked past him, making his smile drop in confusion. I never missed the opportunity to start a playful argument with him, but, as I had said, I didn't have time for that.

With the corner of my eye, I saw him joining my friends in the task of trailing after me.

I spotted the bastard chatting with his friends in the middle of the hallway that led to the Great Hall. "Oi, McLaggen!"

"Evening, Y/l/n." That filthy grin vanished from his face when I kicked him in the balls, triggering some gasps from our peers and a grunt of pain from him.

"Listen carefully, you loathsome pig." I leaned over to be eye to eye with him. "If you dare to lay a finger on my friend again— if you even think about it— I'll become your personal nightmare." I stood upright again, his eyes full of hate and rage following my movements. "You don't deserve a bloody warning, but I'm a generous woman." Poison dripped off my tongue, my eyes throwing daggers at him as I stepped back and turned around.

My eyes met Fred's worried ones while I made my way to my friends; they surely had told him enough for the ginger to know this was no time for joking and teasing.

His gaze then flickered behind me with panic and I realized a tad too late I shouldn't have turned my back to McLaggen; at the end of the day, pride overpowered honour in a lot of Gryffindors.

I spun around, grabbing my wand from my pocket, but I wasn't fast enough; before I knew what was happening, Fred was in front of me, serving as a human shield from the jinx.

The unknown spell hit his back and propelled us in my friends' direction. I was quickly on my knees, sitting Fred up and earning a grunt in the process, which I initially thought was caused by the fall. "Are you mental?!" My friend casted an Expelliarmus at the younger Gryffindor, long forgotten due to Fred's actions.

"My back— AH!" He yelped when I tried to pull him up.

"OI!" A first year who had made his way to the first row of students frantically gestured at Fred's back. "He's bleeding!!"

"What?!" I made him lean on me to take a look at his white shirt, now stained with blood. What I thought to be a harmless jinx turned out to be fatal.

"He's not supposed to be bleeding!" Cormac shouted, as panicked as I was.

One of my friends said something about going to look for George while the others shoot off to look for Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm gonna kill him..." Fred mumbled through gritted teeth, his voice shaky and weak. He felt so fragile in my arms, and I couldn't help the tears stinging my eyes.

"Fred—" his hands, which had been gripping my forearms, lost strength as the boy's body relaxed. "For fuck's sake don't fall asleep."

"... 'm trying..."

"FREDDIE!" His twin brother rushed to us, falling on his knees by his brother's side.

"I'm sorry." McLaggen had walked to us, keeping a safe distance.

"YOU'RE DEAD MCLAGGEN!" George stood up before I could stop him. Luckily for everyone, Madam Pomfrey showed up.

"Oh Lord! Mister Weasley, quick! Help me with your brother!" The Healer commanded, and soon they were pulling Fred off my grasp and rushing to the infirmary.

I was left in the middle of the hallway with my friends showering me with worried questions and reassurance.

What the fuck had just happened?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

During dinner, several girls and a couple of boys came to congratulate me for kicking McLaggen's balls, and it would have been a lot more satisfactory if Fred Weasley hadn't stepped in the middle.

As soon as I finished my meal, I headed to the infirmary through the now quiet halls, only to find there were too many people visiting.

Of course, George was there, along with their younger siblings and Lee Jordan, but in front of them stood Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall and none other than Cormac McLaggen himself.

"—already told you it wasn't for you!"

"How is that an apology, Mister McLaggen?" McGonagall scolded him, refraining herself from hitting the boy herself.

"You better fucking run, McLaggen, because the moment I can step out of this bed I swear on Godric I will—"

"Enough, Mister Weasley!" I almost pitied the poor woman. Her House was probably the most problematic. "All of you must go to your dormitories, Mister Weasley needs to rest." I stood on the entrance of the room, unsure of whether I should leave or enter, until Flitwick's eyes landed on my form. He redirected McGonagall's attention to me, and I felt the need of shying away. "Miss Y/l/n," I didn't miss the failed attempt of Fred to move; luckily, he was stopped by his sister. "I suppose you wanted to pay a visit?"

"Uhm... I did, Professor." I confessed, fidgeting with the sleeves of my robe. "I know it's late—"

"Don't take too long." She spoke, motioning everyone to follow her. "Curfew is still at 10." She reminded me in a warning tone, passing by.

As soon as they were out, I made my way to Fred, who lay on his stomach in one of the beds, the sheets only covering his legs an hips in order to avoid the clothing chaffing his damaged skin.

"You have a heart after all, huh?" He teased once I stood in front of him.

"How are you?" He frowned at my genuine question; the ginger surely expected me to make a witty comeback, but again, it didn't seem the time.

"A tad better." He gave me a reassuring half smile, deciding to drop our banter for a night. "Flitwick said he used a stinging jinx but casted it wrong." Fred huffed. "A bloody tosser."

He motioned at the chair behind me and I sat down, scooting closer to the bed. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he had jumped in front of me. It had hit his back, but I knew it was meant to hit my face —what a mess that would have been—, and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"It's not on you." I felt my face flaring up at the ease with which he saw through me. I wasn't the first time he did that, but it was the first time he didn't use it to tease me.

"I know, I just—" I sighed. "I don't know." Though my sight was casted down, I still felt his worried gaze on me. "I'm gonna murder him."

"I reckon George will overtake us both on that." He tried to laugh but ended up in a since instead. "Or Gin. Maybe they'll team up with Ron and we'll find a corpse in the Gryffindor common room tomorrow." This time it was me who laughed. "How's your friend?"

"She'll be alright." I informed, distracting myself with a loose string at the hem of my skirt.

"And you?" I met his eyes with a hum leaving my mouth. "How are you?"

"Been better." I confessed.

Silence.

"Can you pass me the water?" I nodded, holding the glass in front of him and putting the straw in his mouth so he could take a couple of sips. "Thanks."

"No worries."

Silence again.

"Did you eat something?"

He scrunched his nose. "Not really."

"I'll go grab something from the kitchens." I didn't get far before his long fingers wrapped around my wrist.

"I'd rather have you here keeping my company." I then sat down again, his fingers only leaving my wrist to intertwin with mines. "I'm not hungry anyway."

More silence.

"Your hand is really soft." I reckon those words involuntarily escaped his lips by the way his eyes widened. "I don't know why I said that."

"Yours is too, surprisingly."

"Surprisingly?" He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I didn't quite realise what his grin was about until I spoke again.

"I imagined they'd be more rough." Oh no. "That came out wrong— I meant—"

"That you've imagined what my hands would feel like?" He was trying to bite back a laugh at the way my face turned red.

"No!"

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Liar."

There we went again; the white flag was out.

"Fuck you."

"Please." My cheeks turned even redder, and I wanted to think it was because of the anger. "You look really cute when you blush."

"You look really cute when you keep your mouth shut."

"Then shut me, love." He wiggled his brows at me.

"I would, but I don't wanna punch you in this state."

"You're very agressive." He pointed out, shocked that I didn't get what he was implying. "I meant with a kiss."

"Ew-" I pretended to gag. "no!"

He tugged on my hand and pulled me to my knees falling right in front of his eyes with our faces inches away. "C'mon Y/l/n, we're dragging this on now." His eyes kept falling on my mouth after I had unconsciously chewed on my lower lip.

"We're... We're not dragging on anything." I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

"Do you want me to start? Alright, you drive me mad." He forced his gaze to be fixed on mine. "You're annoying, rude and a pain in the arse." I huffed. "But you're also quick-witted and caring and brave." Gosh I hated how easily he made me blush. "Sometimes I want to punch you in that pretty face of yours but other times— most of the times— all I wanna do is kiss you." His thumb caressed the back of my hand. "Hell, I threw myself between you and that blonker without thinking twice!"

He raised his eyebrows, silently prompting me to say something, but I just didn't know what to say.

"Miss Y/l/n," Madam Pomfrey called, making me let go of Fred's hand an stood up. "It's almost ten o'clock! Let Mister Weasley rest." I nodded, not even looking in Fred's direction as I exited the infirmary.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

The morning after the incident, Dean and Neville dragged in an unrecognisable McLaggen; they were probably the only ones who cared about that bloke enough to take him to Madam Pomfrey, though they did it half-heartedly.

I was discharged after three days in, right before lunch, and obviously, I was received as a hero; several people came to praise my bravery or ask how I was feeling, but I just wanted to see one person.

That night in the infirmary I was sure she felt the same way —hell, I had been sure for a couple of months— but after seeing her reaction, I didn't really know anymore.

I could always tell her it was a prank, and we would go back to our usual bickering. "Weasley!" Shit. "Fred!" She specified when the four of us turned at the call of our surname, almost jogging in my direction. "Can we talk?"

"Go ahead, darling." I prompted her without moving from my seat.

"In private?"

"Nah," I begged Godric for her not to see behind my grin the panic that produced me the mere thought of being left alone with her.

"Are you joking?" She huffed and, after taking a deep breath, she spoke. I wasn't expecting her to speak. "So you see, you're cheeky and stupid and not nearly as funny as you think." Ginny spit her pumpkin juice due to Y/n's harsh words. "but I... ugh! Okay— I want to kiss you too."

This time it was Ron who choked on his drink. "What's going on?"

"I feel like we missed an important part of this conversation." George commented.

This time it was Y/n who awaited for an answer. "This is literally the most embarrassing thing ever, so at least say something." She commanded in a rather rude tone, tapping her shoe against the floor.

I winced ever so slightly at the effort of getting up, but it was worth it when I saw her expression as I towered her; I reckon I had never seen her that sheepish before.

"That's a really mean way of saying you're attracted to me." I observed, quirking a brow at her. "Dunno why I fancy you so much."

"Well that makes the two of us." I couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude before cupping her cheeks and bring her lips to mine.

Finally.

Despite being a short, innocent kiss, was enough to make us both blush and grin like idiots.

"Awww" I rolled my eyes at my twin's mockery, knowing damn well I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Why do I feel like I'm gonna miss you two being at each other's throat?" I couldn't care less about Ron's question as Y/n pulled me down for another kiss.

Almost bleeding to death seemed worth it in that moment.

[imagineabrighterworld]

{Four Hundred Thousand Yen} Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Tamaki had a lot of questions in life, but the list was reordered the moment he was chosen for the date auction of 3-A.

Why me?

Why was my name in the bid?

Why did no one look surprised?

Was this rigged?

His last question was answered fairly quickly, the class did in fact rig the polls. It was a tie between him and Mirio, but after some convincing from Mirio and Nejire, the class had filled the ballot box almost entirely with Tamaki’s name.

“Why would you do this to me?” He mumbles into his desk as he bowed his head to keep from seeing his traitorous best friend. Mirio was standing next to his desk with a huge smile on his face. Tamaki couldn't see it, but he could hear it in his friend’s voice.

“It’ll be fun! Don't sweat it, you're gonna be great!”

“I-I can't even- go on stage..” Tamaki lifts his head to show his lips were trembling as he was on the verge of a breakdown. The thought of being on stage for people to bid on- what if no one wanted him? What if it was just silence and he wasn't picked at all? How embarrassing would it be when he left the stage without a single bid? “What if no one picks me? I-I would be humiliated.”

Mirio pats him on the back. “Trust me, there are plenty of girls and guys waiting to bid on you, I did a poll!”

Tamaki’s face burns red. “You what?” He squeaks out.

“Well not an official poll, but I asked around the school and everyone was pretty excited to hear you might be in the auction.” Mirio rubs his chin. “I’d say you had a good seventy percent of the students I asked.”

The wheels in Tamaki’s mind stutter as he focuses on the thirty percent that must have said no. He groans and stands up from his seat. “I'm going to the workshop..”

“3-H?” Mirio asks.

“Yeah..” Tamaki slides out of the classroom with his head ducked low. His face was still a bright pink when he entered the third year’s workshop. It was enormous compared to the first year’s space. It had gear and tech that the first years were not yet trusted with.

He walks around the empty room, looking at the half built suits and the observation window that separated the testing room from the rest of the space. It was a special glass that was essentially bomb-proof, nothing could break the glass, which made it essential for testing costumes that needed to undergo massive damage.

“Tamaki!”

He turns around to find you dragging a massive robot by a thick metal chain. You were covered in scuff marks and grease, but you had a light in your eyes that made him smile. His thoughts were briefly distracted by the date auction and instead directed towards you. You were one of his friends since his second year when he needed an update in his costume. He still got shy around you, but talking with you became easier the more he visited you.

It was a small miracle that you didn't mind his silent days. You both would listen to your radio while you worked. You didn't push him, and it was greatly appreciated. Sometimes he needed a break and you were there to take it with him.

“Whatcha doing here Tama-chan?” You release your grip of the chain, unbothered by the loud boom as the heavy chain falls to the ground. It was startling sometimes to remember that your quirk was strength based. You lifted gear so easily, it looked weightless to him. “Got a problem on your mind? You look like a shrimp.” You brush your gloved hand over his flushed cheek.

Tamaki rubs his face while looking to the ground. “Iwasvotedinforthedatingauction..” He whispers quickly.

“What was that?” You tilt your head. “You lost me at I.”

He takes a deep breath and speaks a tad bit louder. “I.. Was voted in for the dating auction..”

“Oh. … Oh.”

You both stand in silence, listening to the ticking of the clock in the room.

You're the first to break the quiet. “Mirio was behind it wasn't he?”

“And Nejire.” He adds softly. His best friends other than you, both ratted him out. They knew he had trouble with the spotlight, with his.. His self image.. He couldn't do it. “I think I'm going to call in sick. Mirio is more popular than me anyway, he’ll definitely get bids.”

“I think you should do it.”

He startles. “What?”

You smile down at him. With your work boots you were a good few inches taller than him. “You're really sweet Tama-chan, you're underestimating yourself again.” You tap him on the forehead. “Think of this as a mission. The goal is to get to the finish line. Don't think about how much you earn, think of getting to the end of the auction.”

“But I can't handle crowds-”

You put a hand on his shoulder. “Tamaki.”

He looks you in the eyes, his heartbeat racing as he sees your normally nonchalant expression turn serious.

“You're Suneater, an amazing hero that always gets the job done. This is just another job. And you're going to rock it.”

He gulps.

Just a job. Not a game, not an auction, just a job. Another mission that needed finishing.

He nods his head reluctantly. “Okay.”

“Good.” You pull him in for a side hug, completely forgetting you were covered in grease. “Now help me figure out what the hell I'm doing.”

-

The day of the auction was hectic. It was a festival, which meant that the class was divided into doing different jobs, a sixth went to preparing the auction with the other classes while the rest went on to handle food stands and games.

Mirio was in charge of the money earned during the bids while Nejire was the announcer.

Which left Tamaki alone behind the stage with the other “volunteers”. Some of the students actually did want to participate, but he could see from some of the faces that some where plucked forcefully by their classmates.

At least I’m not the only one. He thinks to himself.

He mourns quietly as the students file in line. The first to go were the first years, then the second, then the third years. Which meant he was the first of his year to go onstage.

So far the highest bid was for Todoroki of 1-A who got fifty-one thousand yen.

I'll be lucky if I get one hundred yen.

Tamaki fiddles with the cuffs of his suit. It was black with gold sun cufflinks. If it were a different occasion, he would have liked the suit. It was comfortable and completely black, allowing him to blend in rather than stand out. But in this situation he would have no choice but to stand out.

He squeezes his eyes shut as he hears his name called out.

“Next up, Tamaki Amajiki from Class 3-A!” Nejire cheers from beyond the stage.

With a small pat on his shoulder from the boy  behind him, Tamaki steps through the curtain and walks on stage.

Faces. So many faces.

The crowd was bigger than he thought, it was full of people-

“Remember, keep your head up, eyes to the sky, it'll be over before you know it. Trust me.”

Your words ring in his head as he walks down the catwalk, his eyes on a distant tree as he tries to keep from folding over in shame as numbers are called out.

Ten thousand yen. Thirteen thousand yen. Fifteen thousand yen. Thirty thousand yen.

He stops at the end of the stage and keeps his hands clenched at his sides. He felt like he was going to collapse-

“Two-hundred thousand yen!” A familiar voice chimes from the crowd of people.

Tamaki’s gaze snaps to Nejire who had floated off the stage and was staring at Mirio with a look of wonder. Who- What? What! Who would bid that much!

No it had to be a mistake!

“Four-hundred thousand yen!” It was the same person. “You're twisting my arm here Nejire!”

Tamaki scans the crowd for the voice.

No, it has to be a joke-!

You stand in the center of the crowd with one of the bidding panels in your hand. You were grinning widely. “Neji, I could go on forever, just give him to me.”

The crowd parts around you as they whisper the number incredulously.

Four-hundred thousand yen.

Tamaki didn't even expect to get a percent of that!

Nejire lands on the stage with a small thump. Her smile was nearly identical to yours. “Any other bidders? Going once. Going twice?” The crowd was talking but no new bid came up. “Tamaki Amajiki, sold for four-hundred thousand yen!”

-  

After the auction, Tamaki finds you with Mirio, a thick stack of yen in hand.

He runs to you. “Wait!”

You look back at him just as Mirio tucks the cash into the metal box full of bids. “Yeah?”

He stands across from you, frazzled and in desperate need of a good cry. He almost ran off stage just to keep from collapsing in fear.

“How could you- why did you-” He stumbles over his words. “Why did you bid on me? Why so much?”

You smile as you zip your wallet shut. “That’s easy Tama-chan. I knew you wouldn't feel comfortable going on a date with a stranger, so I paid an amount I knew no one would be able to beat.”

“But, it's your money..” He squeezes his hands into fists. “You can't just waste it on me, I’m not worth that much..”

You step away from Mirio and stand in front of Tamaki, fixing his crooked tie from running. “I'm an engineer. I know how much each part costs and the cost of the overall product. You're worth more than I could ever buy Tama-chan.” You press a small kiss on the tip of his nose. “And I couldn’t pass up the chance of getting dinner with you in that suit.”

Finally, Tamaki collapses in a fit of pink.

You look at Mirio.

He laughs. “He's all yours!”

His plan went just as expected.

[os-hyoideum]

"I have come to a coclusion." Shinsou Hitoshi x fem!plus size!Reader

"i figured out why you're so into me… it's because wherever you grab it feels like a boob" (my inspo, in the form of my stupid thought - I wanted to do a few more of my fav characters, but we'll see)

Word count: 1263 Content: Pro!Shinsou (over 18), fluff (I think), funny (I hope), slighly just suggestive at the end (letting out a perv a bit, but just teensy bit), plus size/chubby/fat Reader, Reader has nipple piercings (I just think everyone -who wants them ofc- deserves them), Reader has big? (heavy) boobies

a/n: Like I'm never inspired to write, this time I just did (and had fun, surprisingly... it's that Shiso brainrot 😔). This is literally THE SECOND time I have ever written something (that isn't an academic essay) in English. Also, THE FIRST time using the second person in writing, but I wanted to try. It's just some quick fic, so enjoy! Also, sorry for, perhaps, a weird use of commas, I don't think I'm ever gonna be able to put them correctly everywhere.

Hitoshi let out a relieved sigh once he stepped over the threshold to your shared apartment.

It wasn’t anything particularly special, with its open space kitchen-living room combo, bathroom, and decently sized bedroom, but it was a home that brought him comfort after hard days (or nights) of work. Particularly, when it was an unexpected task of giving the talk to aspiring heroes at his former high school - UA.

It was a bit weird for him to get home during late afternoon, as his usual night patrols made him used to getting back at rather early morning hours, but still, he was just glad to be finally in the comfort of his own place.

After taking his shoes off and walking a bit more inside, he was met with a sight to behold (by his own requirements).

There, laying face down on a couch was you, clothed only in a pair of black panties and a sports bra. Electric fan, standing on a side table, was blowing straight onto your exposed back. Hitoshi supposed it wasn’t anything particularly strange, given it was the middle of summer and, additionally, you must have been tired from your work trip; nevertheless, he decided to ask.

“Well, hello there,” he started, crossing his arms and quirking an eyebrow, “That’s a nice view of your ass, but why are you basically naked?”

You propped yourself on your elbows and turned your head back to look at him. The breeze from the fan stung your eyes a bit, so you sat up straight and faced Hitoshi properly. Partly, to just be able to admire him (like usual) and, partly, so the breeze would still be directed towards your back.

“First of all: it’s hot as hell today. I have never been more grateful for our AC… that still was not enough, but well…” You listed lifting one finger up.

“Okay, fair.” Hitoshi nodded. He looked at you lifting another finger.

“Second of all: I had a little, hmm… mirror sesh? I guess it could be called like that.”

Hitoshi knew exactly what you meant and instantly was put on alert. He did not know what to expect from the outcome. You weren’t particularly insecure, but drops in confidence happen to everyone, at the best of times. Having a truce with your body didn’t mean an endless peace.

He looked at you with intensity, looking for any indicators of feeling low, but relaxed a bit seeing you being at least in a neutral, if not even good, mood.

“Oh? Is that so?”

You stood up, the slight jiggle of your soft body not concealed by anything. He had seen you bare many times before (like, a lot of times), but still caught himself admiring the patterns your stretch marks drew upon your skin. He knew it’s not anything special, quite the natural part of the human body, yet he still saw some intricate artistic thought behind it.

“Yes,” you said, putting one hand on your hip and gesticulating with the other, “and you know how I, personally, feel about myself. Like, sometimes it’s good, sometimes bad, nothing new, right?” You asked rather rhetorically, to which Hitoshi still nodded slightly, listening from behind a bar piece separating your kitchen and living space.

“BUT,” you emphasized and pointed a finger at him,” today I was wondering in particular, why YOU like THIS-” you paused to encircle your body with one hand “-so much. And I have come to a conclusion”

Hitoshi hummed and took a sip of iced coffee he took from the fridge in the meantime.

“Yeah? And what’s your conclusion then?”

“You are so attracted to me because everywhere you touch feels like a boob.”

That was an unexpected sentence that left your lips; so unexpected actually, that Hitoshi almost choked on his coffee. Luckily though, he did not. Not paying much attention to your could-have-died significant other, you continued with your reasonings.

“Arm? Boob.” You squeezed your upper arm to emphasize. “Tummy?” A little squeeze creating a roll between your fingers. “Boob.” You propped your leg on the couch to poke at your inner thigh. “Thigh? Boob. Calf? Boob. See? Everything’s a boobie!”

Hitoshi just laughed looking at your excited expression, he assumed from coming to such boob-tastic revelation. He fixed his black headband, keeping his beautiful hair out of his face, and pointed at your leg.

“Well, I don’t remember your boobs being quite so hairy. Though my memory might be failing, after all this time.” He said with a chuckle, hinting at your two weeks of separation, due to your dreadful trip.

“How DARE you!” You gasped dramatically and threw a pillow that Hitoshi expertly caught with a laugh. “Are you shaming my body hair?”

“Oh, of course not,” he smirked playfully, “I quite like your hairy legs.”

With a slightly frustrated groan, you fell on the couch and loudly sighing slid off onto the floor. Sitting behind your low coffee table, you tilted your head down and glared at Hitoshi from under your eyebrows. He knew someone could have gotten scared had they been on the receiving end, but spending so much time with you, he was used to it and just found it amusing. Seeing the lack of reaction from him, you just stood up and walked towards the bar to stand in front of him.

“If you don’t stop, I WILL sit on you.”

Hitoshi quirked an eyebrow at you and turned around. He took a step towards the kitchen sink and, after turning the water on, splashed his face.

“What are you doing?” You asked, not quite expecting him to start washing his face in the middle of a conversation.

After taking a small, clean kitchen towel to dry himself off, he looked you straight in the eye.

“Prepping your seat, baby.”

You stared at him for a few seconds with wide eyes, before slowly clapping and nodding with approval.

“Huh… outstanding move. True dedication to a joke.”

“I wasn’t joking.” But you already knew that.

“Damn…” You started, holding his intense gaze. “Okay, Mr Shinsou, you’re on.”

He looked you up and down with an expression of a man starved.

“You’re in for a ride…” But you already knew that too. “Mrs Shinsou.”

“I’m not Mrs Shinsou.”

“Not yet.” You knew it was mostly playful banter since neither of you was in a rush to make your relationship official. It was comfortable enough, to the point actually, that others did mistake you for a married couple at times. So it turned into a joke, being called by his name.

“Alright…” You smiled softly at him before your expression became much more devious. “Wanna take a shower before I take my rightful place upon my throne?”

Without waiting for his response, you pulled your sports bra over your head. In an instant, Hitoshi’s gaze fell onto your heavy chest. Decorated with shining metal nipples perked up, due to the slight chill from the AC and the fan, both working at full capacity. You turned around and walked towards the bathroom with a nice sway in your hips. In the doorway, you slid your panties off and threw them at Hitoshi with a heated look from behind your shoulder.

He caught them with one hand and, looking you straight in the eyes, brought them to his face. He took a long breath in, taking in your scent mixed with sweat that almost made him dizzy with desire.

He put his cup into the sink and, with your panties in hand, followed you into the bathroom.

[calamxty-a]

>_>

<_<

Nah (ﾉ≧∇≦)ﾉ ﾐ ✨ throw the sparkle (ヘ･_･)ヘ💕 get the heart and it's loving Anu hours

First of all; you!

You're so nice. Just—that's the first thing okay? You're just so likeable and easy to talk to. I can just come to you on something and we just start bouncing things off of each other! I can send you something as long as I feel like you'd enjoy it. (Though I hope you tell me of you don't!!)

Be it angst, fluff or anything else! You're just so fun to talk to! Let's just shyly put our simping on display cause I gotta say, you is some beeg brain 👏

Second of all; your writing in general!

🤤🤤🤤🤤

I simp over it!!! It's just so nice. You use such simple words and they grasp on the emotion you want and portrays it. It's just so amazing how you string words together. If that full stop is ending, let's say, an anger controlled sentence it's so powerful. I can envision it. The way the full stop is just slapped there as a temporary way to stop the anger

Be it sad? I can see the leaky ink from the words. Just messing up the paper that's being worked on. That's how strongly you convey your emotions and I love it!

Third of all; muses

You have four muses that I know of on here! Each distinctly different from the other. They have their own problems and the have their moments too.

Some ignore their issues and slap god like ego on it.

One see the issues and try to fix them but in turn at the expense of themselves.

One knows nothing but to be behind a wall of it means they're nowhere near the pain.

One knows of it's problems and tries to fix them any chance they arise.

Just please let me kiss your brain? Just just let me please Anu? 🙏

『 ┍━━━━━»•» @sovereignxfae // send ✨for some positivity  «•«━━━━━┑ 』

GDI Kyu, I'm gonna cry over this. This was supposed to be about me being positive for you, you gremlin-- (jokingly)

But first off, you are lit. one of my best friends online. i message you whenever and however and i check on you very often. but--god. you're so easy to talk to. you're kind and always willing to help and be compassionate and understanding. you, as a person, are one of my favorites. I love everything you send me and i---god. it makes me feel so happy to know that you randomly think of me like that and makes me feel more welcome about approaching you--

and your writing. all your muses are so different and i adore how good you are at painting differently with each of them. you're very, very talented at meshing their stories together but giving them all their little quirks and keeping their personalities separate. it's hard to do. and you do it phenomenally. i read your writing and can immediately tell who wrote it and the sheer emotion that you're going for--i love the way you use commas. just :chefs kiss: good comma usage makes me go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

and all your muses--sage, quinn, itani, k'in, kio and onyx. all of them are so wonderful. in particular i love how k'in is so adorable and how attached they are to muzan and how they are literally his child. they've wormed their way into his very cold, broken heart and are there to stay forever. they've earned the loyalty of a man who only thinks of himself and that says a lot about how our interactions go-- and jumping off that, k'in is my bb. i love them so much--and i love how much you've fleshed them out and expanded on their personality since you started writing them

and onyx. he adores her, even if he doesn't say it aloud. sometimes it's good for him to be chewed out and put in his place even if it infuriates him and makes him want to pull his own hair out by the roots. (narcissist pretty man hates having his flaws pointed out). but-- he still cares for her, even if overall he's a toxic being. which is hard for him.

we haven't written with kio a lot yet but i can't wait to see that (and it's mostly my fault orz)

KYU KYU

I love you friend!!! (platonically)

hav a cute penguin gif

accept my internet lov (half-threateningly)

[oh-katsuki]

i’m prolly not rly gonna full on write it. maybe the occasional drabble abt it but i am not good enough with plot. majority, if not all tbh, of the things i write has little plot bc i just am not creative enough. writing shit above 3k words to me is insanely difficult so pls feel free to write on it all u want.

idk just there r a few lyrics that rly strike me in the album. like “nd now i'm picking her apart, like cutting her down make you miss my wretched heart, but she's beautiful, she looks kind, she probably gives you butterflies” i can just imagine them seeing izuku like “she’s so much better than me, isn’t she?” and even deja vu and jealousy jealousy also when the reader sees like ochako succeeding and her and izuku just being the cutest couple and jealous that they all got the luxury of the hero life when they were just flat out told they weren’t good enough for it. and i also see like izuku not even sticking up for them when they left ua. not even a “no they can be a hero!” none of that. he just let them go. maybe the reader has some kind of destructive quirk similar to that of tomura that literally they just aren’t meant to be a hero but they want to so bad and prove that anyone can be a hero but then shitty hero society is like “no”

but what a plot twist if the reader was like in love w dabi or smth like the reader went from the sweetest guy (izuku) to the coldest mf imaginable (dabi) and izuku is just like “how did this happen” just angst angst angst

anyways u have free reign over the idea and it all do what u wish w it bc y r such a wonderful writer and i think u could write rly nice stuff on this

-throaty :)

u r so genius and so smart and ur brain is ginormous.

this concept is so HNGGGGG HNGNGGGGGGG JFBJVHERBHJKBVHJR

if i wrote a drabble on this i would make it the saddest... most gut wrenching thing...... and then give also the FILTHIEST porn. a hate-fuck.... mayhaps... some possessiveness.... perhaps a sprinkle of feelings......

god GOD... or... you feeling so betrayed by the people who were meant to support you that AFTER running into izuku you just... fuck the living shit out of dabi. not necessarily bc you love him but because he tends to feed that type of resentment and ofc... he doesn't mind being used if it means he gets to fuck you. like... just going to dabi and letting him into your body because you're so ANGRY and it's a quick fix. GRRRRR

[rosieroxy117]

Jade Leech x Reader | Unfair part 2 of Envy

Summary - in which (Y/n) thinks of a sort of revenge plan with the one push she needed by a close friend..

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'This is so unfair....'

(Y/n) glared at Kayla who was talking to Jade while staring at a random student with a grin.

'Why did you have to exist?..' (Y/n) bit their lip as they stared at the way Kayla lightly punched Jade who chuckled at her feeble attempt.

"Ehh?~ Koebi-chan? What are you doing here alone??" Floyd asked as looked down at (Y/n) from behind them.

"Where did you come from!?" (Y/n) shrieked as they quickly turned around to look up at Floyd.

"Hey~ answer my question." Floyd shook his head, Floyd doesn't hug (Y/n) to make sure his brother doesn't get mad at him.

".."

"..."

"I'm spying on my sister.."

"Eh? Why though?"

(Y/n) then looked at the two to see them laughing.

"They both have been a bit too close lately.." (Y/n) pointed out.

"Oh! So... You already know?" Floyd asked with a quirked brow.

(Y/n) bit their lip again as they slowly nod making Floyd hum.

"I suggest you break up with him."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened at Floyd's words, they then turned around to face him again.

"B-But I still lo-" "Koebi-Chan, your a lost cause. Just do it, yell at him, tell your sister, do anything that will help you in this situation. Saying nothing and watching won't help."

(Y/n) stared at Floyd with a agape mouth and wide eyes.

"I'll see you later Koebi-Chan! Bye bye now!~" Floyd sung then ran off before (Y/n) could say anything.

‘Now that’s certainly a way....’ (Y/n) grinned at their mischievous plans.

(Y/n) bursted into Kayla’s dorm room, bloody and bruised as their eyes were filled to the brim with tears.

“My Angel!? Are you okay!? What happened!?” Kayla rushed over to (Y/n) and looked at her injuries.

“I-it was Jade!..” (Y/n) cried as they hugged their sister.

Ah, so cruel isn’t it? (Y/n) is turning Kayla against Jade.

What a smart person they are...

“That fucking shit! I’ll kill him!” Kayla growled, she was just about to run out of the room to chase after Jade but was stopped by (Y/n).

“No... I-It’s alright...” (Y/n) said as they hugged Kayla tighter.

“My poor Angel... let’s get you fixed up Kay?..” Kayla cooed as she led (Y/n) to her bathroom to get them fixed up..

“Oh?~ Eheheh!~ They actually did it!” Floyd laughed as he saw the unusually panicking Jade.

“What am I gonna do!? That witch fooled Kayla into thinking that I abused them!” Jade said as he paced back and forth, he then stopped and slowly looked at Floyd who smiled back.

“Yo.... You did this didn’t you!?” Jade glared at Floyd who smiled smugly back, he then started walking towards his brother before...

“JADE LEECH!...” a unusually dark and cold voice yelled out that sent shivers down Jade’s spine, he quickly looked over to see Kayla standing in front of (Y/n) with her arms folded.

Her eyes held a unusual fire of hate and malicious intent. (Y/n) stood behind Kayla with a small smile as they stared at Jade, knowing full well what they caused.

“I didn’t do it! I swear! You have to believe me!” Jade panicked, Kayla then slowly walked towards Jade.

“Their lying to you! You can’t actually believe that I would do that r-“ Jade was cut off by Kayla punching him in the gut making him bend down and hold his stomach.

Kayla roughly grabbed his chin and made him look up at her.

“I fucking warned you... And this is the price your gonna pay..” Kayla grinned at Jade.

She then punched him..

That was the last thing Jade had remembered before he saw the infirmary room..

“Your lucky I stopped her before she actually killed you...” Azul shook his head as he look at Jade who lied on a hospital bed.

“And why did you not help him?” Azul looked at Floyd who shrugged.

“He deserved it for hurting

Koebi-Chan!” Floyd sung happily as Jade glared at him.

“Oh my dear Angel... I’m so sorry for actually trusting him..” Kayla said, her face seemed untouched but her hair and clothes looked quite disheveled.

Ah. Even though (Y/n) didn’t get rid of the object of their jealousy, they were quite happy with how things turned out.

“It’s fine Kayla!..” (Y/n) said, they hugged Jack who looked quite angry.

“At least you got a few punches in for the both of us..” Jack said.

“Yep!” Kayla grinned, she then joined the hug as she snuggled into Jack and (Y/n).

Maybe this is the way things are supposed to be...

‘Family before lovers until I’m older...’ (Y/n) thought with a content smile.

Sorry if this wasn’t the type of ending you were expecting- just wanted to do something that I’ve never seen any other author do-)