#ill take bakugou requests if anyone has any

[ratsoks]

If it's no problem, could you do a Villain Deku x reader where reader has Depression and anxiety and gets triggered by loud noises that sound argumentative or like said person is disappointed in them? And they overthink things & think they are a disappointment and they aren't enough and can't do anything right, all that good stuff. They also struggle with remembering to drink water and sometimes skip a meal. The loud noises could just be people yelling at each other or at them. If you could do something like that and it be a fluff that'd be amazing <3

Oh, and of the things that help calm them down is listening to music and they have a very slight shake in there hand and they also appogize A LOT. They also have very shitty memory so, sometimes they forget things and scold themselves for doing so.

Srry if this is all confusing or unspecific. I was just jotting ideas for this down 😅 I hope this made sense and it would be amazing if you could do it, no pressure and you don't have to if you don't want too-

a/n — SORRY IVE DISAPPEARED FOR MONTHS uhh has it been a year........ blinks BHWAHGAH burnout is crrazzyzyy BUT IM ON SUMMER BREAK NOW so hopefully ill be able to write more thumbs up emoji anyways TY FOR REQUESTING ANON!!!!!! i love details pls don't apologize for specifying what u want :) gender — neutral (no pronouns mentioned) warnings — depression, anxiety, mentions of breakdowns, mentions of medications, mentions of forgetting to eat, mentions of yelling

bro THIS MAN growls barks howls at the moon

he's fucking WHIPPED

he would do anything for you anyways, but????? you crying??????? he just???????? combusts?????

whether you cry a lot or you don't, midoriya is always there to wipe your tears away with gentle gloved hands. a warm drink of your preference would be pressed into your palms, and the man would never pressure you to tell him what was on your mind unless you wanted to SNIFFLES

he himself has never liked loud noises—the loud explosions coming from bakugou's hands has always unnerved him ever since he was four—but it never got to the point where he was triggered by it

in some way, when he first encounters you getting triggered, he feels mildly prepared on what to do, but at the same time, comfort differs for everyone.

he knew what he liked when he got upset, but the same couldn't be said for you

he didn't want to trigger you any further

tldr MY MAN WAS NERVOUS HBWAHAH

if you're not touch-averse during times of distress, he would take your hand in his and gingerly stroke the back of your hand with his gloved thumb

if you don't like touch, he'll hang back and talk to you softly, whispering encouraging words and maybe even humming a gentle song in order to calm you down

when it comes to self-deprecating thoughts, izuku is always there to help you

constant reassurances are made, and izuku vehemently stamps out any sort of thought that nobody likes you

while he doesn't want anyone to like you except for him, he can make some exceptions for his precious angel

depression often makes it hard for you to be able to do anything, such as brushing your teeth, drinking water, or even getting out of bed

izuku is able to coax your sheet-encased form out from the bed and into a warm bath with him, lighting some candles and pouring some bubbles in the water

depression also fucks up your sleep schedule; you either sleep way too much or not at all, but no matter what, izuku makes sure that you don't mess it up too bad

he wakes you up when you've slept for at least seven hours (will occasionally let you sleep for more but too much is bad for u) and will sing/soothe you to sleep when you can't

you feel terrible for keeping him up at night bc like!!!! ur such a nuisance!!!!!! dawg what why would you stay up w me im such a bad person!!!!!!!!!

and he's like >:(((( babe >:(((((( tf do u mean ur a bad person >:((( honey UR GORGEOUS and then he will proceed to pepper u with kisses all over ur face bc he's a great boyfriend :)

he will rob every single bank in japan just to get u a decent pair of headphones and i will stand by this fact until the day that i expire

since listening to music calms you down, headphones are a must in his eyes!!! even if you don't use them a lot, or even at all, deku always likes to be prepared :))) it never hurt anyone :))))))

if meds are prescribed to you, izuku will make sure you take them whenever needed

all in all he's like the best boyfriend ever mwa

he may be a villain but he's not evil!!!!!!! god!!!!!!!! get with the times broski

[a-scattered-memory]

Desideration

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Words: 3,967

Summary: You and Bakugou end up wandering around together on an overnight trip and Bakugou finally end up confessing his long time feelings for you.

“How about this then,” Mina chimed as the rest of class 1-A turned their attention away from arguing their own suggestions and towards their bubbly classmate, “We’ll split the class into two groups decided by what side of the building their room is on. Then, the two sides will go against each other in an arm wrestling tournament and the losers have to clean up! Fair?”

It was the end of your first year together as class 1-A of the hero course in UA and as was tradition in UA, the school had taken the year on a overnight trip to a quiet hostel in the country to celebrate. All students were welcome to dress up nicely for the evening and all the food and entertainment was organised by the teachers and classes themselves but that also meant it was their responsibility to clean up before they went back to their rooms or whatever else they had planned for the night.

You had spent most of the night laughing and joking and chatting with your classmates and even some of the other class’s students too but now suddenly half of those comrades had been turned into your enemies, including one of your closest friends Kirishima who now just smirked playfully from across the new split in your class group at you and your other joint friend Bakugou.

Said joint friend, however, made no effort to reflect the spirit as he slid his fisted hands into his dress pant pockets and scowled, unamused at the pointless ‘challenge’ he was being forced into.

“Tch, dragging it out like this is dumb as shit. Just leave it to the other classes or leave me out, I didn’t even want to be here in the first place,” he grumbled to you as you both made your way to the team huddle your group was now forming. To his credit, he had stayed out the entire night though he only really interacted with the people within your class. He had enjoyed himself throughout it though, you had seen it in his eyes even if he’d never voice it openly here. You could also see it in him now that he was tired, and when he gets tired you knew from experience that that fuse of his gets shorter and shorter.

“C’mon, it’s only another five minutes either way. Do you honestly think our team is seriously going to do the work themselves even if we do lose?” You chuckled as you gestured to the others who were forming your little group. Kaminari, Jirou, Mina, Hagakure, Sero, Sato, Aoyama and Iida. Okay Iida definitely would but there’s no way he could take you all alive with him.

“Whatever, we better win.” His only reply as he sized up the competition in their own huddle on the other side of that imaginary boundary.

Iida took it upon himself as class rep to set up the table for the match so that he could “ensure there was no foul play” all while his team mutually agreed to leg it the moment things turned for the worst for you all.

Thankfully, both you and Bakugou won your matches for your team against Todoroki and Asui respectively and of course it came down to the last match as the tie breaker. And of course neither team hesitated to jump in and help their representative while maybe giving them an extra hand using their quirks (everyone except Iida at which your whole team screamed in protest as they struggled. He eventually caved and joined you all, citing all the existing cheating as justification for him to intervene although he made sure it was very clear that he was neither proud nor happy about it). It actually looked like it would be a stalemate until Uraraka managed to make enough of your team weightless that you no longer had the strength to push on.

As your team’s fist was pushed against the surface of the table and cheers erupted from the opposing team, your team took advantage of the commotion to flee as fast as you all could from the moment Mina shouted the word “Run!”.

Bakugou had already decided win or lose that be wasn’t staying for whatever was after and had promptly started grumbling back to his room, slightly hunched over, not completely unaffected by his team’s loss. You weren’t going to allow your friend to retire just yet when there was more fun to be had, especially since it’d be a good while until you were all back together again as a class. You turned and jogged backwards as you passed him by so that you were still facing him, at which he quirked an eyebrow, his irked expression remaining.

“They’re going to catch you and make you clean if you keep up that pace.” Your smart quip was accompanied by a contrasting soft smile and jerk of your head backwards, gesturing for him to join you.

“Oh yeah?! I’d like to see them try-,” he raised his voice but you had already decided for him that he was coming with you and he could yell at you for it all he wanted later. He had barely finished his protest when you grabbed his wrist and started running forward again, the other half of your class beginning their hunt behind you.

“Hey, what the hell?!” He yelled this time and yet he made no effort to pull away from you.

“We both know you have no problem dealing with them upfront, but this way’s more fun.” You flashed him a smile to which he just averted his gaze, his countenance gradually softening from his previously irritated expression to his plain, usual visage.

Your team had split up within the hostel building and you and Bakugou were now wandering the halls together. Iida had surrendered himself the moment he lost, left unaware of his team’s ulterior motives and so had betrayed you all to help the other team seek you all out. This, of course, made it extra difficult for you to run and so you opted to hide to prevent you both from being caught. You still had to keep up a slight jog though as you tried handle after handle of the rooms you passed, praying that one had accidentally been left unlocked.

Bakugou had still been following behind you, watching you silently as you led the way through the corridors. When he realised himself how fixated his gaze had become on you, his eyes narrowed and jaw and fist clenched, a state he had wound up in all too commonly this past while. His exasperation was never directed at you though, only himself. He had started feeling something for you longer ago than he’d cared to admit but he kept telling himself that he came to UA to become the best hero ever to walk this damn planet, not for some dumbass romance crap. And yet no matter how many times he pushed you to the back of his mind or attempted to extinguish those feelings with both ire and the constant chanting of his dream that echoed in his mind, those feelings lingered and made their persistent presence painfully obvious whenever you were close (which, to both his dismay and contentment, was quite often), and thoughts and daydreams of how some moments would play out if you were there with him replaced you in his mind when you weren’t.

And now here he was, trailing after you in an empty corridor, speechless and unable to take his eyes off you now that the had a chance to properly take in just how well that gold attire you had chosen complimented your skin tone, how the style perfectly suited your body as if it were made for you. How that stupid amazing smile you wore, even if you didn’t think it was perfect, had a way of lifting his mood every time you offered him one. How those dumb eyes twinkled with joy and sparkled with playfulness and liveliness as wonderfully as the gold you wore, if not more so. And still he wouldn’t trust himself to hold the gaze of those eyes for more than three seconds if you turned to face him right now.

He had fallen for it all, and he had no clue what to do about it anymore. You with your stupid smile and your dumb eyes and that sickeningly amazing character of yours were single handedly causing him to unravel bit by bit, and you didn’t have a fucking clue. His face contorted into a scornful sneer and he tutted as he realised he was doing this shit again

“Something up?” you called to him, your attention still fixed on each passing door. He was snapped from his inner scolding at the sound of your voice and glanced your way only to almost immediately turn his attention elsewhere, chin slightly elevated, still scowling from before.

“If something doesn’t happen in this shitty game soon, I’m going to bed.” An on-the-spot excuse, but thankfully a believable one.

“Alright, fine,” you sighed, your smile slightly diminished, tilting your head back over one shoulder a little to catch him before you continued. “No action in the next five minutes and I won’t-”. For the first time since you had started venturing the halls together a handle finally pushed all the way down and the door opened a creak. You threw him a smug side-eyed smirk and quirked an eyebrow at which he scoffed in response.

“Don’t even start.” Both of your heads’ suddenly jerked down the end of the hall you had just come at the sound of running. That could either be a friend or an enemy but either way you weren’t going to be alone for much longer. You turned to face him quickly, hand still wrapped around the door handle. You knew there was only so much you could push of Bakugou, no matter who you were.

“Stay out here and get caught or go to your room if you want, but I’m-”

“Like hell am I about to just let myself get caught after you dragged me this far,” he cut in, taking a hold of your free wrist and tugging you into the dim room with him briskly so as to avoid being seen. You barely managed to shut the door after you with an audible thud and you couldn’t help but curse at yourself.

“Nice job, idiot,” he jabbed in a quieted tone and you only squished the hand you now hurriedly dragged him by to the other side of the room as a retort. You both crouched behind the bed there as you waited for the threat to either (if they had a set of functioning ears) investigate or pass by.

Only moments later did the door to the room crack open and you both ducked completely out of vision. What you missed however, was the view that person still had of your reflections' in the mirror on the wall, barely visible due to the lack of light. Bakugou didn't miss it though and his eyes met a pair of crimson ones through the mirror. Kirishima.

The scout made to turn on the lights until he caught a glimpse of you behind Bakugou's figure and smirked wickedly. Shooting him a knowing look as he held his best friend's gaze through the glass, he feigned ignorance and left you both alone again. From the other side of the shut door you could now hear Kirishima call out to the others that whoever it was must've gotten away and continued down the hall.

“Wow, talk about a close one.” You let out a sigh of relief as though you had been holding your breath the entire time. You stretched a little and brushed at your clothes as Bakugou remained silent and watched absentmindedly, torn on what his next action should be.

He knew exactly why Kirishima had done that, the little shit. He had confided in his friend before about what he felt towards you when Kirishima had casually broached the topic, claiming it was obvious to him at least. Bakugou was many things but not a liar and he certainly remained true to his thoughts and feelings and so he didn't deny the query. Even he himself had been surprised at how mellow he was when the conversation arose. Perhaps he really had wanted to share this problem with someone all along but could never bring himself to do it. And of course, Kirishima being Kirishima, he was all too happy to hear him out and give him whatever advice he could. After all, Kirishima was that bit closer with both of you than you were with each other so maybe he'd have a better, unclouded view on it all. Though he couldn't say for certain how you felt about Bakugou, they had decided that day that it would be better off if Bakugou told you the truth if those feelings couldn't be subdued. And although he was less than enthusiastic about that idea coming into fruition any time soon, the more it interfered with his concentration as of late the more he realised he needed the clarity for his own peace of mind more than anything.

And it was for that reason (and partially due to the fact that he'd probably never live it down when Kirishima found out he'd let the perfect opportunity go) that he let out a sharp but almost pleeing “wait” when he reached out and latched onto your wrist as you made to rise.

You turned to face him with a small surprise expression and raised an eyebrow, growing slightly concerned at how uncharacteristic of him that was. “What’s the matter? I thought we should get going while the going's good?”.

Your steady gaze was piercing, crushing in the moment as he could almost feel it trying to discern his motives through his own eyes. If nothing else he was grateful that the only source of light was the soft glow of the moon that filtered through the glass doors further behind you both, though he was tempted to curse it all the same for how it fell on your face just right so as to illuminate your features, accentuating how beautiful they were to him even more than previously god help him.

You hesitated as his jaw tightened and his eyebrows furrowed, the silence lasting longer than you were both comfortable with. “Hey, are you alright?”. Your voice and demeanour softened as you actually started to properly worry for him and you sank back down to your knees beside him again facing him fully this time. His hand was still subconsciously wrapped around your wrist and you noted how it tightened ever so slightly as the words fell from your lips. He was frustrated at himself, now more than any of the other days he had let it go because he knew he wouldn't see an opportunity as perfect as this for a long time if ever again and he still couldn't bring himself to say it. Him. The loudmouthed, brash, abrasive boy from Class 1-A and he couldn't so much as utter the handful of words he had thought mulled over over and over waiting for right this moment. And now here you were getting all worried and shit with that stupid look in your eyes that made him hate his current state even more.

When you still didn't get a response you slid your hand into his that was enclosed around your wrist and made to rise again, attempting to pull him up gently with you this time.

“I'm​ sorry, I wouldn't have dragged you along all this time if I had known something was-"

“I like you.”

Your apology was swiftly cut off by words that Bakugou couldn't seem to get out fast enough. His eyes scanned your face desperately for any reaction that gave away how you were feeling. He didn't dare do so much as open his mouth, only wait for the response he had for so long anticipated, that had plagued his mind for far longer than he should have allowed it to. After a few seconds of silence, a small, gentle smile that still held an air of uncertainty about it formed on your lips.

“Thanks for reminding me, I was getting worried,” you laughed dryly.

No. No you weren't getting it and Kirishima had said that as much would happen. He'd said how Bakugou would practically have to spell it out to you if he wanted to get the message across properly, otherwise you wouldn't trust yourself to believe it meant anything as significant as it really did.

“N-no, shit, (y/n) it's not like that dumbass, it's-,” Bakugou clenched his jaw once more and closed his eyes in exasperation. He pressed his free palm to his forehead, letting his fingers claw through his hair. “What the hell do you want me to say.”

“Only what you mean.” Your tone was even and unwavering, low but reassuring, that you'd hear him out with whatever he came out with next as long as it came from him.

“Fine.” The reply came as if it was almost defiant. The corner of his mouth twitched and he took in a single breath before continuing, eyes still shut and palm still pressed to his forehead that was creased by his furrowed brows, as if it offered him some sort of relief under the pressure of it all. His tone shifted to something that bordered on tiredness and almost sounded like he couldn't care less even as he was about to pour his heart out. “You're messing me up and I'm not takin’ it like this anymore.

“I can't get your stupid face out of my head and that annoying voice won't shut the hell up either. What gives you the fucking right to be so smart and pretty and strong and badass like it's nobody's damn business. How the hell do you expect me to not fall for you. How the hell do you expect me to stay focused on becoming the number one hero when I thought I was so fuckin’ sure of everything I’ve ever wanted up 'til now. I really wish I didn't give a shit but I do and it's-”

Bakugou was cut short from what had become mindless, unrestrained rambling of the true thoughts and emotions he had kept pent up inside him for so long by your soft lips on his. You intertwined your fingers with his in the hand you held and you rested the other gently around the nape of his neck. Bakugou tensed initially and his eyes shot open wide and incredulous but only moments later did his previous glower melt away as he eased into the welcome touch, tightening his fingers in response to your own. The hand that had been pressed to his forehead now found its way to the back of your head and you could feel how light and unsure the gesture was.

You had understood enough what Bakugou's true intentions were and how much turmoil he had been in. You had wanted to save him from himself as he could no longer register exactly what he was confessing to you and you could think of no better response to properly convey your feelings back to him and ease his heart and mind than this. Still, you couldn't get over how heartbreakingly tender his lips were on yours as they moulded together and you hated the moment that you both parted.

Both of your breathing was fast and your heart beat hard in your chest as you both stayed there before each other in a comfortable silence in the moments after, a matching rosy hue gracing both of your faces.

“I wanted to do that at least once,” your voice was still a little breathless. Your lips curled into a sweet smile and your hand slid from the nape of his neck to lie on his shoulder, holding his gaze. His expression became complicated again, sorry even as he broke it once he registered your words. He realised his hand still cradled your head and promptly removed it and rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort though he made no such move to break the hands you were joined together by.

“Look, y/n, I know what I just said, -and I meant it all, alright- , but-”

“But we can't be anything right now, right?” His eyes met yours as soon as you spoke his mind, searching yours for some understanding. You tried to offer him some comfort with an understanding smile however it you couldn't stop the slight apologeticness of your expression from reaching it. “We both came here to become heroes, right? That's what's most important right now, and we can't let anything distract from that goal. I feel the same way.” You nodded to support your words and although it may have seemed like Bakugou had remained indifferent, you copped how the reassurance he felt was given away.

“I’m not gonna pretend we can just leave here and pretend nothing happened though,” he added, more relaxed and clear-headed than he had been in a long while, a weight lifted from his shoulders.

“I know that too,” you huffed in amusement, “so how about maybe we don't pretend nothing happened, we just don't become anything ‘official’ yet?” You made air quotation marks at the word official. Having a 'dating’ status brought far more trouble with it than you both needed at this moment in time and there was less of an obligation on you two to do couple things without the title. However, that didn't mean you couldn't acknowledge what there was between you in a more casual, low-key way. Maybe it would end up being pretty much the same as dating but without the dates and the pda, who knows, but you both agreed that you felt more comfortable with things this way.

Bakugou didn't reply but that small smile he hid with a smirk told you enough. You could see it in his eyes too, the pride and the satisfaction he couldn't hide.

“Those idiots are probably going out of their mind by now.” Without warning, he rose from his place on the ground and hauled you up with him as he tugged the hand he grasped, your fingers tightly interlaced. He didn't look you in the eye as you walked alongside him hand in hand and you couldn't help but smile affectionately at him as you noticed the genuine smile winning over the smirk on his face. You leaned in to walk closer to him and he didn't shrug away in the slightest. It would stay that way for as long as it took before you encountered someone, you knew, but you didn't care.

“So, tell me more about how I’m “messing you up”,” you teased, breaking the silence that had settled. Bakugou's smile quickly transformed into a murderous smirk and his expression became an amalgamation of irritation and embarrassment at every thought and emotion he had laid bare without a second thought and he squeezed your hand, outright refusing to look you in the eyes now.

“Don't. Start,” he managed to get out through the gritted teeth of his smirk while one of his eyes twitched. You chuckled as you left the room and began to wander the halls again, side by side this time. It was your turn to fix your gaze elsewhere now.

“I would have given myself up if you had left you know.”

“Then you're an idiot.”

But the hand that clasped tighter onto yours, subconsciously or not, was answer enough.

[shotorozu]

Hello. I got into a car accident and I was with my younger sister too. I got 2 surgeries and I don’t remember much. My younger sister got a few stitches😞 I feel horrible like an older sister.

Was wondering if I could request a head anon of where reader gets into a car accident and the characters react to it. (Tamaki, izuku, shoto and any of choice. Sad thing is my FUCKING Spanish teacher won’t respond to me and I have really bad grades on that class 😢 ( ´༎ຶㅂ༎ຶ`)

Thank you and take care also Safe driving

s/o getting into a car crash

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

headcanon type : fluff, comfort (x reader)

note(s) : 😦 omg i hope you’re doing okay, anon- your spanish teacher better respond to you or else >:T

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bakugou katsuki

when he gets word that you’ve gotten into a car crash, his hands crack with mini explosions— dropping everything to literally run to wherever you’re at

“damnit, damnit, damnit! where the hell was i when that happened?!”

appears a lot pissier than usual, in reality— he’s just really worried, and he can’t slow down his heart palpitations!

“calm down bakugou!”

“calm.. CALM DOWN? RIDDLE ME THIS, ASSHOLE—”

hm okay, so lets say that you were in the passengers seat when the crash happened

katsuki will probably want to find whoever was the driver, and just absolutely go ballistic on them, but probably ends up not doing that when he thinks about what you’d feel

and lets say another driver crashed into your car— katsuki will search high and low just to find that said driver, and he’ll show them hell

and if you crashed into a poll or something, he wouldn’t get too mad— but he’ll still scold you, and lecture you about driving safety

when he finds out you need surgery, he’ll be so upset

“what do you mean SURGERY? who the hell crashed into you, and why do they have a license?! they’re a danger to society!” he sounds angry but he’s quietly yet impatiently waiting outside for the surgery to be successfully completed

cleans and takes care of your remaining injuries, doesn’t matter if there’s a tiny little scrape on your forehead, or if you’re left with a bunch of broken bones.

he’ll be nursing you, like it or not.

he doesn’t let you leave your bed during your recovery, he insists— and you have an idea of what’ll happen if you try opposing katsuki 💀

don’t ever be worried about your grades! you have a smartie as a boyfriend, so he has probably made an extra copy of notes that you’ve missed

and he’ll probably argue with a teacher if they refuse to cooperate because,, YOU ALMOST PASSED AWAY?? is that not a valid excuse?

“i get that you’re really busy, but they literally almost died— how is that not an valid excuse? Y/N’s a hard worker, and a good one! and i will not rest until you understand!”

it might seem a little over protective of him to do this, but katsuki won’t EVER let you drive a car alone for who knows how long, he’ll be there with you just to monitor your driving.

that is, until you gain his trust back— that you could drive without almost losing yourself

amajiki tamaki

for him, it feels like the world is going slower

when he gets a call that you’ve gotten into a car crash— his anxiousness shoots through the roof, and it’s causing him to assume the worst of the worst

he’ll feel so guilty though, tears welling up in his eyes as his entire body shakes just thinking about you in a hospital bed

because,, where was he when that happened? how did he only learn about this now?

eventually, mirio and nejire calm him down to the point that they could properly bring him to the hospital you’re staying at

without him shaking like an old nokia

knows not to blame anyone, regardless of who crashed the car (he’s not confrontational anyway)

yet, he can’t help but think about how things would’ve went differently if he was there

feels frustrated to the point that he starts tearing up when he finds out you needed surgery, and even when you tell him that he can’t be guilty because of you

he still is 😔

anyways, when your surgery is completed— he eventually musters the courage to just put all of his nervous feelings aside for now, and take care of you like the sweetheart he is!

knows a shit ton of food (courtesy to his quirk) so he cooks you something new everyday during recovery

during your recovery, tamaki isn’t fond of the idea of you walking around, doing things as if nothing happened. he ends up making sure you stay in bed, by staying in your room for days

it might take a while for him to be reassured that you won’t accidentally end up in a ditch again, but for now— you’re carpooling with the big three

worried about your grades because of the time you’ve missed during your recovery? no worries! tamaki made an extra copy of notes, and basically summarized it in a way you could understand!

it’s a rollercoaster 💀 but at least this made tamaki take initiative, even without being pushed to do so!

let’s just say, mirio and nejire are really proud of him :))

todoroki shouto

he’s been wondering why he hasn’t seen you in a few hours, and on top of that— he hasn’t been able to contact you

like,, at all. but, he thought you were just feeling ill— so he decided that he was going to head over to your place after his tasks were taken care of.

but that’s all forgotten, when he finally gets word that you’ve gotten in a car crash— and that’s why you weren’t there

he literally freezes in place, and his reaction was almost like he saw the endeavor-nomu fight all over again.

the idea of his love being in critical state, made the normally calm todoroki placed in distress

after being calmed down by his fellow classmates, he quickly abandons whatever he was doing, so he could rush to the hospital

currently, you were in surgery. he appeared pretty calm on the outside, but internally— he was a mess. though, he did have to keep it together for you

when shouto finally meets you out of surgery, his gaze is soft “hi love— no, don’t stand up! just stay there. do you remember what happened?”

your description of it all isn’t the best, but he couldn’t blame you at all

if another driver crashed into you, it’ll be an intimidating encounter,, he won’t be physical, but his words will be harsh— not even caring about the fact that the driver is literally quaking in their shoes

and if you were in the passengers seat, shouto will briefly look at them with pure disappointment— he can’t really help it,,

but he can’t find himself being mad if you were the driver, he’s just glad that you’re still with him as you could tell, shouto’s only soft for you

immediately goes shopping for groceries after he takes you back, and you’ve guessed it! he makes you soba, since you’re fresh out of the hospital

insists that you stay bed ridden, and you can’t seem to oppose— since he’s giving you the softest of gazes.

unintentionally isolates you during the entire recovery stage, because he’s so absorbed with taking care of you— that he didn’t even think if you wanted to see your classmates

not that you’re complaining,, you get to see shouto and only shouto for an entire week or so!

he lets your classmates and friends see you after a bit, but he insists that they don’t speak too loudly— worried that they’ll accidentally ache your head

(that’s when everyone found out about shouto’s great caretaking ability)

worried about your grades and classes? shouto will handle it. he’ll reach out to your teachers/professors, and he’ll try to make some negotiations, he makes sure to tell them that you were taking time off because of a health emergency

will he immediately let you be in a car by yourself after? hm,, maybe not— it’ll take some time for you to be able to drive alone again. if you need to go somewhere by car, he’ll accompany you :))

he will NOT let another accident happen, not on his watch! his heart wouldn’t be able to handle it

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[kaeyas-beloved]

yo yo 😳 could i mayhaps request class 1a with a british transfer student that swears a lot? and it’s not posh southern british, it’s a hard northern accent (geordie more specifically) ty ty xx

Class 1-A w/ a Northern British Transfer Student who Swears a Lot

Class 1-A x British!Transfer Student!Reader (You) || BnHA

Genre: General/Crack-ish

Warning(s): Uh, none really... Allusions/Mentions of swearing??

a/n Hey hey, you absolutely can! I just hope you don’t mind that it’s headcanons and not a full scenario/one-shot ^^ Also, I’m really sorry if anything is portrayed wrong - I did some research for this request but I still might slip up once or twice... Anyway I hope you enjoy! Also also, I'm sorry for taking so long and if it's not the best! I really think I butchered this to some degree T~T

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Okay so for this headcanon there can be a bit of a variation on the class' reaction and such depending on whether you swear in English or in Japanese

If You Swear In English:

Let's be honest: no one even knew you swore at first. English and Japanese are two different languages after all. President Mic isn't exactly teaching swears in English class either...

Every time you switch to English for a cuss the whole class just kinda tilts their head and goes "huh?"

Or, y'know, some might ignore you altogether if you aren't talking to them

The class' only real indicator that what you're saying is crude is if the situation is a more violent one (like if you're in a fight or angry)

A select few might actually catch what you say though. Namely Bakugou, his squad, Yaoyorozu and maybe Todoroki.

Let’s face it, Momo and Todo probably know a fair amount of English (private lessons or smth) and Baku and his squad know because learning swears is the first thing everybody does when learning another language

Out of the above, let's just say some may cover their mouth in horror while others smirk.

For any progress on this language barrier to be made it'll take poor, innocent Midoriya Izuku - with all the courage he could muster - to ask what those words you say so often mean.

And the shocked look on almost everyone's faces was priceless. You couldn't help but laugh and wish you had a camera to commemorate the moment their ignorance was shattered.

"But... but you say (insert English swear) so often!?"

"...Yes?"

The class will shutter if anyone is on the receiving end of your swearing. Or if you cuss all of a sudden, seemingly unprompted. There's something about the mix of a hard accent and not knowing exactly what is being said that can be rather intimidating...

"wHAt aRe yOU sAyINg!!??" < the class 81.63% percent of the time

If You Swear in Japanese:

If you calmly say a swear the moment you walk through the door on the first day I want you to count how many people choked on air. Do it - I bet half the class did. You can also bet Iida is on your case in an instant...

"(Y/N) can you please watch your language it is very inappropriate and unbefitting of a hero in training!!"

The nonchalant-ness at which you spout swears is enough to make heads spin. The class probably saw you as a second Bakugou in the beginning before getting to know you.

More likely than you think there have been times where one of the other teens had to vouch for you, saying that despite your crude language you're actually not a bad person and that they should get to know you before leaping to conclusions.

General:

It takes little to no time for everyone to settle into this norm. What did you expect - they all have to listen to Bakugou already - what's one more ill language classmate going to do?

Speaking of the blond: he def has a soft spot for the sole reason that you have such a potty mouth. Like hell he'd say it out loud, nor will he acknowledge it whatsoever. He just likes the fact that there's another person that has a bit of a rougher side to 'em.

Regardless of what language you swear in your accent still shines through, so the class is going to ask where you're from (more on that in a moment)

No one lets something as trivial as vocabulary stop them from befriending the transfer student. At the end of the day they all know you're a kind soul at heart. You are training to be a hero after all.

Everyone grows so used to your swearing they've gotten to the point of just calming asking what happened without looking up pls let make sense...:

"*swears*"

"*continues to scroll through their phone* You ok?"

"Yeah, just dropped my pen..."

If anyone (*cough Monama cough*) was to say something unpleasant about how you speak (accent or amount of swearing) the class will defend you in a heartbeat - guaranteed

-- A couple of extra things not related to the swearing aspect of the request:

The class definitely asks about your home town and country. How different is it from Japan? What kinds of foods are there? Are there things you have there that aren't in Japan?

Like I've mentioned there's a chance that the others won't know what you say (whether that's because of your accent or English vocabulary) so they may ask you to repeat yourself a time or two. Don't take anything personally though! They mean no harm! Just be a little patient with them at the start and soon they'll be able to catch what you say just fine :)

Still, they're all really fascinated by the contrast between Geordie and Japanese accents and how you're able to pronounce words in Japanese really well while originally having such a strong accent

The more adventurous students might ask if you could teach them slang or sayings from your homeland should they ever hear you say any yourself and grow curious (I read that there are certain phrases and such that northlanders say)

The class would no doubt surprise you by 'talking Geordie' (?), using both what you teach them, what they pick up and what they learn through personal research.

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[patchworkpuzzle]

Hi Patchy😊. I have come from reading your fics on AO3. Love the wolf Bakugou🥺 one. I would like to humbly request a potion of your choosing for the boomiest of all booms if you are so inclined. Thank you😌.

Hello traveler, I am quite humbled you have journeyed from a different land entirely to come see me and take from my wares; it certainly makes this peddler feel special. And I am assuming that is why you are here. Someone has created those feelings in you, just as you have created them within their heart.

I am also assuming they are unable to properly tell those feelings to you. That words, especially those of such tenderness, are not an area of strength they have achieved. Which is why I bestow to you a touch of eloquence; this ruby liquid will help even the toughest of tongues become loose and say what is on their minds.

Perhaps, your object of affection, may find use in it?

The dragon-born kingdom was one of high esteem, of luxury, grandiose, and overall wealth. You always found yourself blessed to not only live in such a kingdom, where hungry and poverty never seemed to be, but to born well enough to be allowed in the royal court.

Even more blessed to be one of the few young maidens to be personally chosen by the Queen to be a lady in waiting. Such a title was to guarantee anyone who donned it to live a life of splendor, with little worries or regrets, and to marry whoever their heart desired; not to be forced into one for advantage.  

The Gods smiled upon you, that is what your family always told you. And though were undoubtedly blessed, favoured you think beyond your station, there was some flaws to your character that always made you stand out in court within this kingdom. Made you be viewed as odd by most of the lords and ladies you were to be acquainted with. For the dragon born prided themselves on their brash and almost brutish nature, to always be the voice in every room to command respect and awe. You were timid, quite in a way that was not usually found upon in these lands.

The Queen, however, found your nature to be charming. Granted she did know that a lady such as yourself would not be seen as worthy as those who were able to command attention; but she saw potential in you. For you did have a voice, though small, it was eloquent and did not falter; you opinions, and often rejections, always managed to be heard clearly and would surprise everyone.

You were smart, knowledgeable, and able to command in ways never done before. That is why the Queen chose you when you first entered court; and why now she seemed so involved when it finally came time for you to find a husband. It was to no surprise to you that she would engage herself with such a task - having you marry the most suitable person would ensure strong and powerful pairing that would stay loyal to her. But it caused you great inner pain every time you rejected suitor after suitor she sent your way, for your heart belonged to the one person you knew she would struggle to grant you.

Her son, the crown prince Katuski Bakugou.

Volatile and rude, brash and conceited to a fault, you knew him to be for that was usually how he acted towards many in court; especially to those that tried to gain his favour for marriage. But you knew him to be other things. You knew him to be curious, courteous, and almost charming in a strange way. That is why you always felt blessed, for you were able to see him in these states, and so often too for being a lady in waiting always allowed you plenty of opportunities to engage with him. 

You heart always fluttered when you remembered the first grand ball you attended once you entered court. How nervous you were, how ill in place you felt amongst everyone else - from the way you dressed to the way you acted seemed to cause heads to tilt in confusion. You remembered how closely you stood by the farthest wall, away from all the dancing people, away from any more possible embarrassment. That was when he showed up, his air of confidence wash over you like a high tide.

You remembered him asking you what you were doing, curious as to way someone so new in court was not flaunting themselves around like everyone else. You remembered how close he leaned into you, to hear you speak, it made your heart flutter at the proximity. It stopped altogether when you saw his smirk, his chuckle over your comment was almost too much for you to bear. 

Now, you’ve grown almost accustomed to it. You heart still fluttered in his presence, but you grew comfortable around him. With every ball and party thrown you would find him next to you, against the further wall that could be found, talking. It was only a matter of time before your heart belonged to him.

And his to yours.

You knew deep within your soul that he adore you. Bakugou was never one to go out of his way for anyone unless they were special; and with you his small acts of adoration were apparent. Perhaps not to everyone else, but the small flowers and gifts of jewelry from an anonymous sender made it clear who it was from.

You had made it clear with action and words that you wanted nothing more in this world than him. But Bakugou had yet to do the same. Though you both knew that your love and union would be accepted, if through some time, he still rejected your declaration of love.

Not with words, no, he never uttered a single one.

And though everyone is court thought it meant he did not love you as loved him, you knew differently. You knew that speaking of feelings was never a strength of his, and when confronted with other’s feelings - those that were strong - he simply would lack words to say.

After that moment your determination grew blazing as you did whatever you could to get him to confess something, anything, that would allude to what he felt about you. To the point where you had to entrust services on a strange peddler to give you a potion that would loosen his tongue so he may finally say what was on his mind.

To get him to take it would lead to be cunning, to slip it into his wine at the next celebration the kingdom would hold. You were willing to wait that long, for you knew your patience would be rewarded.

When the time came you stood silently against a familiar wall watching the crowd, but more importantly keeping an eye on the prince. You had asked and old and trusted maid, one you had bonded with as she took care of you over the years, to slip the potion into his wine when the dancing began. Thus he would be able to slip away and not be followed when it magic took its hold.

Bakugou escaped to a balcony, trying his best to act as nonchalant as possible as he tried to get to away from everyone; for he knew something was wrong, that his tongue was unable to hold back any sort of comment his mind spoke of. It took one gracious ‘thank you’ to a servant to know something was wrong, as he spoke without knowing.

“What did you do?” he asked you, knowing that the footstep he heard on the marble was you, his voice not holding the anger you were expecting “What curse did you inflict on me?”

“Not a curse, a potion” You corrected, your voice as tentative as your steps towards him “It will wear off shortly. The peddler assured me of that.”

“What does it do?”

“It…” You sighed, hands coming together to wring in worry “It causes you to speak on every thought you have, on every feeling, in any give moment.”

“And why would you do this to me?” Bakugou asked, his anger only showing with how tightly he gripped the railing before him.

“Because how else am I suppose to know why you rejected me?” You responded, your own hands turning into fists; almost as if mimicking him.

“I did not reject you.” He gritted, shoulders going ridged.

“Saying nothing while I confessed my heart and soul to you is a rejection. Do you not care for me at all?”

“I think it is quite obvious my intentions are for you.” 

“Then tell me, do you want me?” Your demanded, your voice booming louder than had ever before.

“Of course I do!” He responded in kind, a snarl on his face as he finally turned to you.

“Then say it!. Say you want me! Say you love me! Say you will stay with me until we grow old, please!” Your vision was starting blur as tears started to form but you refused to let your eyes wander away from his.

“I do love you. Seeing you every day and knowing you’re mine is the only thing that keeps me going.” You saw his shoulders go slack as his cool hands went to cup your face, the rough pads of his thumbs were gently wiping your shed tears away.

“I promise you that I love you with my whole heart. In this life until the next, I am yours as you are mine.”

It makes me smile to see the toughest of shells break and allow what they have hidden so long in the darkness into the light. Please enjoy his new skill as much as you can. Though I will advise to not have him be near anyone else for another day or two. I would hate for his loose lips to ruin relationships, both new and old. 

Do you want to take a chance on a failing traveler's potion?

[confused-beany]

*Slides in smoothly* Soooo...

I had this fun little idea and I wanna share

It's got Dad For One (because of course it's Dad For One). Midoriya Izuku is the child of a man who takes quirks, who can just snatch every shiny quirk he gets interested in and have his body adjust to it perfectly.

Midoriya Izuku is doomed to be quirkless.

Not because he wants to or doesn't have one. He wants and he has

Izuku is quirkless because that is his quirk.

Nullification. A mutant variation of both his parents quirk. Instead of attracting or taking something like his mother or father, Izuku repells and rejects any quirk that comes in contact with him.

He can't and no quirk can touch him. But Izuku doesn't know it because it only works if anyone comes in physical contact with him

No one but his mother would touch him after his diagnosis (like it's an illness, like it would spread if anyone dared get close)

And for all Bakugou and his friends bullied Izuku they never touched his skin and tried using their quirk. Always over clothes. Always unaware that Izuku does indeed have a quirk and it just happens to be his quirklessness. No one finds out.

All Might can't transfer One For All to Izuku. They cry about that in the middle of all the confusion and panic and exhaustion of all that effort wasted.

They find out about his quirk at least, a quirk he never thought he had. And this power is almost similar to a hero Izuku looks up to.

Aizawa Shouta recognizes potential, maybe not in the boy with an extremely powerful quirk out of control, maybe not in the same way. But he sees it in the boy with a quite determination who fought his way up from the lowest society would grant someone they deem unworthy, just so he could save others. And maybe he just gets two personal students out of this instead of one. Maybe at All Might's request. Maybe because the kid found him, like he isn't an underground hero who hides his entire existence with extreme caution

When All For One faces his son (because OFA or not, it was always meant to be Izuku. It was always Izuku who would face this. And it would always be Izuku who would inspire All Might), armed to the teeth with conviction and weapons that might just kill Izuku, he can't do anything for or to this child. Because this body of his won't let a quirk, any quirk touch him.

[cheeriecherry]

Hi there! I wanted to request Bakugou, Deku. And Todoroki, how they react to their fem!S/O Being sick. Like they're delirious with a fever near hospitalization( but not quite that level), body aches, wet cough. boys get worried when they don't come into work/school/text back. So they come see, and find her as well previously stated. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and answer this!

Ofc! Stay safe everyone and make sure to wear your masks :O

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

-He’s not a clingy guy, so he doesn’t expect you to answer his texts right away or always tell him where you are or what you’re doing.

-That being said, he knows your routine. If something is off a little bit, he’ll be mildly concerned, but will ultimately chalk it up to you being forgetful or spontaneous.

-But after you don’t show up in class, he starts to get worried. 

-He tries to think of whether or not you had any injuries during training that might have excused you from lessons, but he can’t think of any beyond a couple minor scrapes and bruises.

-He sends you a text in between classes, and when you still don’t reply he makes a trip back to the dorms at lunch to check on you.

-He doesn’t expect to find you like...this. 

-Curled up on your bed under nearly a hundred blankets, shivering. Your lips are dry and chapped, and he can hear your laboured breathing from the doorway.

-Now, he doesn’t wanna get sick, but that’s the last thing on his mind as he walks over to you and sits on the side of your bed.

-You don’t even seem to be aware of him as he presses a hand to your forehead, wincing at how hot you are.

-He doesn’t want to leave you, but he knows you’re probably sick enough to warrant a visit from Recovery Girl. Pus you’re his girlfriend, so it’s better to be safe than sorry.

-But like I said, he doesn’t want to leave you alone, in case you start choking or something, so he sends Kirishima a cryptic text telling him to bring recovery girl to the dorms.

-Ngl the bakusquad probably tags along with her when she comes to visit, but she ultimately commends Bakugou for calling her because are, in fact, very ill.

-She considers calling the hospital to have them bring you in, but she wants to try helping you in the comfort of your own room before resorting to extreme measures.

-You’re stuck with an IV in your arm for a couple days, and receive a kiss from the old woman on the forehead every morning, and soon enough you start perking up a little. Your breathing improves, and you start to sweat off the fever.

-Bakugou barely leaves your side during the whole ordeal. He goes to classes, but every morning, lunch, and evening he’s in your room. Sometimes he just sits and works on homework, sometimes he falls asleep.

-He’s been warned not to be near you while your still contagious, but he says fuck authority and does what he wants. You’re more important anyways.

-Still, it’s a relief once you start to feel better, and eventually open your eyes. You don’t remember most of what happened the past few days, but you do recall hearing your boyfriend’s voice a couple times.

-He might not know how to take care of you but he’s good at finding people who do, and he’ll always try and do what’s best for you.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

-one hella worried boy.

-Usually you guys hang out before class starts, but he figures that you maybe slept in today or something. So he sends you a text telling you good morning and heads off to class.

-When he gets there and find you’re not there, he starts to feel bad for not going in to check on you, or at least wake you up. Like, what if something bad happened to you and he just ignored it?

-He doesn’t want to be pushy or overly anxious, but he’s also a worrier by nature so...

-He can’t concentrate during class, thinking to hard about all the things that could have happened to you. He really really hopes you just missed your alarm, but a little niggle in the back of his head tells him that’s not the case.

-He excuses himself to ‘the bathroom’ during second period, and runs as fast and as stealthily as he can back to the dorms, where he then finds you.

-You’re practically gasping for air, laying on your bed. You’ve thrown your covers off because you’re too hot, but you’re also shivering so hard you’re shaking the mattress. He knows as soon as he lays a hand on your forehead that you’re not okay.

-So he does what anyone would do and calls one of his friends...who are in class. He’s somehow surprised when Mr. Aizawa picks up and starts scolding him about his students being in class, but he quickly babbles out that he’s ‘not actually in the bathroom and that he went to check on you because you weren’t in class and you’re really sick and please sir could you get recovery girl’

-There’s a sigh right before the line goes dead, and ten minutes later the tired man himself shows up with the school nurse.

-Once they actually see the state you’re in, and hear your horrible congested coughs, they both start to get worried.

-Again, recovery girl will want to try and avoid any media hubbub involving the school, so she’ll try to treat your symptoms in your room. It works pretty well considering her quirk, but you’re still on thin ice. Your fever is dangerously high, and even with an oxygen mask on you’re still having trouble breathing.

-Not to mention your mumbling...you’re not really aware of what’s going on, but it sounds like you’re trying to have conversations. Everyone worries that you’re hallucinating from the fever.

-Midoriya tries to convince your teacher to let him stay with you, but both Aizawa and recovery girl tell him there’s not anything he can do. It’s best he go back to class...which he reluctantly does. And only because recovery girl is going to stay with you until the end of the day.

-Once classes are over he makes a beeline for your room. His hands are full of little things the rest of the class had given him to give to you, as get-well presents. He sets them on your desk and sits beside you on the bed.

-Recovery girl’s quirk seems to be working, you’re a little more restful and still, though your lungs still sound horrible. He talks to you a little bit, wondering how you got this sick with no one noticing, but how he knows you’ll scold him if he blames himself for it.

-He falls asleep beside you on your bed that night, and the next morning he wakes up to a gentle trembling hand in his hair. 

-He opens his eyes to find you’ve turn onto your side, and are looking at his with a tired gaze. Your eyes are still a little glazed over, and he can tell you’re not really all there yet, but he still smiles at the improvement, as well as that the first thing you thought to do when you woke up was to touch him.

-He makes sure to keep up with his studies over the next few days, and makes lots of notes for you to go over later when you feel better. All his free time is spent in your room, despite the fact that he might catch what you have. He at least wears a mask at recovery girl’s request.

-It’s a major relief when he sees you sitting up and walking slowly around a few days later, though no matter how much you ask he’s not gonna let you try and do schoolwork until you’re at 100%.

-It’s a miracle this guy doesn’t get sick, though everyone kind of keeps a few feet away from him for a while.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

-Doesn’t think anything of it at first. He notices you’re not texting him back, but your phone might be off or dead, or you might be busy.

-He starts to wonder when you don’t show up in class. If you’d been planning to take a day off, you would have told him. Right? He sends you another text, asking if you’re okay, and promptly gets his phone confiscated.

-He gets it back at the end of the day no problem, but when he sees you still haven’t replied, he knows something is up.

-He ignores everyone on the way to the dorms, ducking in between people to try and get there faster.

-When he finds you in a pathetic wheezing ball under a heap of blankets, he instantly feels a pang of guilt. Maybe if he’d been more diligent, he would have learned that you were sick sooner...

-But it’s hard to beat himself up while he’s still got you to worry about.

-He finds a couple towels and old shirts around your room, and wraps them around some ice blocks he made, then sets them all over your body to help bring your temperature down.

-There’s no one in his phone contacts that he could really call in this situation, so he reluctantly settles for the class president. He’s always wanting to look out for fellow students, after all.

-So Iida shows up, takes on look at you, and sprints away to get recovery girl. Todo didn’t think it was that bad, but he mostly trusts Iida’s judgement, so...

-And then recovery girl comes in and confirms that yes, you are very sick. Very sick indeed.

-And the worry flares up in him again. He watches as she fixes you with IV fluids and antibiotics, and sets an oxygen mask across your face. He can’t help but notice how small and vulnerable you look in this state, and how he wants nothing more than for you to get better.

-He wonders if you should go to the hospital, if it would be better for you there, but recovery girl wants to keep you comfortable. She has most of what she needs at the school, but should your condition not improve in the next day then she’ll definitely arrange for an ambulance.

-Todoroki wonders how he’ll be able to visit you and make sure you’re doing okay if you’re off campus, but ultimately he wants what’s best for you.

-He wears a mask while he’s in your room to try and deter himself from getting sick as well, but he spends most of his time in there. He sometimes does homework, but mostly he’s just laying beside you on your bed thinking (or napping).

-He goes back to his own room to sleep during the night, but the first thing he does when he wakes up is come check on you.

-Your condition steadily improves, but you don’t regain consciousness until the third day, and when you do, the first thing you see if your boyfriend.

-He’s sitting in one of your chairs a little ways away reading, and he doesn’t notice you’re awake at first. When he does see that your eyes are open, he comes to sit on the edge of your bed.

-The first thing he does is give you a lil kiss on the forehead, and then he goes on to explain how you’ve been bedridden for days because of an illness, but how your condition has been getting better over time.

-V grateful that you’re awake now, so much so that he barely even feels the guilt from before. He’s just glad you’re doing okay.

-Gonna wait on you hand and foot for the next week or so, and nothing is too expensive. You want a square watermelon? He’ll get you a square watermelon, whatever you want. He might even try a hand at cooking meals for you, though they’re slightly burnt and overseasoned.

-He tries though, and it’s the thought that counts. He bars most of your classmates from visiting you while you’re recovering, because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you, but after some finagling he agrees to let two in at a time...but only for a couple minutes.

-He wishes he’d paid more attention in the beginning, but he makes up for it by doting on you afterwards.

[alice-angel12x]

💗Fairy!Deku x wingless!Reader x Fairy!Prince!Shouto pt.2

Part 1.

Being Prince Shouto's personal maid was difficult, but Izuku helped me forget my hardships when I'm with haven't But lucky today was one of my rare vacation days. I haven't had one of those in a long time, so I decided to visit and pay respects at Queen Rei's grave. Before Endeavor married his way into the throne, it was Queen Rei who ruled the kingdom. She was a sweet, kind, and gentle Queen. I used to be her maid when I was younger. Sadly she passed away of an Illness, so her burial ground was placed a bits travel out of the kingdom, underneath a beautiful tree.

Sadly by the time I managed to arrive on foot, it was already sunset, so I had to make this quick. As I got closer I could see Large pillars of ice, tons of burn streaks on the ground, and Lots of Umbra holes.

'What in the world happened here?' I wondered as I got closer to the gravesite.

I sat in front of the grave and gave a respectful bow. Sadly No one came to this grave anymore when the Umbra started to appear here suddenly, I was surprised that this place wasn't destroyed.

"What are you doing here?" Asked a familiar cold voice.

"Y-your highness!" I squeaked in surprise. Turning to see the one and only prince Shouto.

"I was here to pay my respects," I said simply.

"Do you really think I'd believe that? Many people just come here to pretend they care. Just to get close to me, even Corte did this," He sneered.

"So I would appreciate it if you stop soiling my mother's grave and leave,"

I had enough of his high horse.

"Get over yourself. I once served the queen, and I came here to pay my respects. Because she is everything you and Endeavor fail miserably at," I snapped.

"How Dare You!" Shouto sneered. "You know nothing about my family,"

"Your right, I don't know everything. But I am aware of how awful Endeavor is. The queen would vent to me about how awful he was because she didn't really have anyone else to talk to. But just because your life situation sucked, doesn't justify how you act and treat others," I vented, but The prince just kind of glared at me.

"If it did, then I would have every reason to be a hateful person,"

"And why would that be?" He dared ask with an apathetic look on his face.

"Maybe if you stopped and actually looked around you maybe you'd learn things or notice things. Anyways what are you doing out here it's almost dark?" I asked him.

"I could ask you the same, but I come here to keep my mothers grave safely from the Umbra," he said as he leaned against one of the ice pillars.

So that's why he always flies off near night, he comes here to keep his mothers safe. The poor guy, he must miss her greatly. I quickly dug through my bag and pulled out my crystallized flutter flower. Infusing it with my magic it started to glow brilliantly, lighting up the whole gravesite.

"What is that?'' the prince asked as he covered his eyes.

"This will keep your mother's grave safe," I answered as I placed the light over her tombstone.

"Not even My father's hottest flames can take down an Umbra. How is a ball of light going to protect anyone," He asked.

"It's kept me alive for this long," I said as I started taking my leave.

"Oh, by the way. For a person who shouts they are going to be nothing like their father, you're doing a pathetic job at that," I added.

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Shouto watched her leave and travel back to the Kingdom darkness slowly consuming the land. Soon it was dark, but the light kept the area around the grave brightly lit. He readied me and waited for any surprise attack.

Suddenly The ground shook and a Large Umbra shoots out of the ground. Sporting there drills like teeth. Shouto readied his fire magic only for the monster to screech in pain as it entered the light radius. It quickly submerged back into the ground, just as fast as it came.

As the night went on the Umbras never came close to the light, they remained just outside the edge of the light. It was an interesting night. __________________

"Why did Bakugou beat you up again?" Y/n asked her friend as she cleans her friend's wings.

"I Don't know, he was just really competitive today I guess," Izuku Sighed as he let his friend tend his cuts and scrapes.

"I thought I would have to only worry about you hurting yourself. Now I have to worry about Bakugou possibly killing one day," Y/n sighs as she puts bandaids on Izuku's scratches.

"But Have a good a good day," Y/n said as they left the medical wing.

"Good luck with the Prince," Izuku said as he gave her a quick hug.

With a sigh, Y/n made her way to the prince's chambers. Prince Shouto was already awake and was writing something.

"Good morning Y/n," he said simply turning to face her.

"O-oh good morning your highness," Y/n greeted in surprise. "It's good to see you unharmed,"

"The light you created Protected me Like you said," He said with a tiny smile, as he turned back to his work.

Y/n was surprised by the Prince's sudden change, it wasn't too drastic. He still wasn't much of a talker. He only fell back into old habits for a while, after a bad talk with his father. Other than that Shouto was just more pleasant to be around, he would slow down for her at times and sometimes help her get up places.

As Y/n started to blow out the prince's candles for the night, the prince stopped her for a minute. The prince laid in his bed but was staring out the window and at the dark forest beyond.

"I can see your glowing crystal from here, though it looks like a tiny star this far away," he said though he didn't turn to look at you.

Y/n could feel some sort of sorrow behind his words, so she happily excepted his apology.

"How long will the magic last?" Shouto asked.

"What Magic?" Y/n asked slightly confused.

"The crystal light you made, magic like that will fade eventually. So how long till it loses its glow?" Shouto asked turning to you.

" For as long as I'm healthy and alive," Y/n said softly.

"Y/n... I'm sorry for how I behaved during the time you served me," He apologized as he sat upon his bed, shame somewhat seen on his stoic face.

"It's alright Your highness-,"

"It's Prince Shouto from now on.. I've requested that you become my permanent Maid. Starting tomorrow," He interrupted.

With a quiet laugh, Y/n slowly helped the prince back into bed and blew out the candles.

"Could you make me one of your crystal lights?" He asked sleepily.

With a smile, Y/n focused as she formed a small crystal ball between her hands, the size of an Apple. It started to glow radiantly as she handed it over to Prince Shouto.

"Goodnight, prince Shouto," Y/n whispered.

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It was another simple day as Y/n traveled along with the large vines the ran the walls of the castle. It was large and thick enough for her to walk on. She was taking the trays and plates to the kitchen to be washed when suddenly she pushed off and crashed on the floor a couple of feet down. A loud thud and crash echoed throughout the room. Y/n slowly pushed through her pain as she sat up and started to collect the plates. The giggles of the Fairies could be heard behind her.

"You know I'm surprised that you even survived this long. In the castle and out in the wild, most defects like you would have died by now," One of them laughed.

"Like that weird Toga girl with only one wing. She was so creepy how she stalked the captain guard Midoriya. She didn't see that Umbra coming," Another added.

"Yet somehow you lasted this long, must be a miserable existence. No magic or beautiful wings to make you stand out, and yet here you are worming your way up the ranks," said a beautiful Fairy noble.

"Lady Maria, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there," Y/n apologized to the higher-ranked fairy.

You see when Endeavor took full control he made a class system, where fairies with powerful magic are someone higher and more important than those who don't. Someone like Y/n would be at the bottom, not just for having no wings. Y/n never freely showed off her special magic, so most claim that she is powerless, the main reason Y/n is such a low rank. Even if she did, most would see it as a pretty useless power. Pretty but useless.

"You better, any higher you would have been a goner. Maybe you should use your wings to save you. Oh, wait," Maria laughed.

"Lately you've been overstepping your boundaries. I've noticed that something has changed in the prince lately. He's been softer to you lately and made you his personal maid. Also, you seem close to the king's personal guard Midoriya. Trying to boost  your statues are we?" Maria asked with a sick sweetness in her voice.

Maria grabbed Y/n by her jaw and forced her to look up into Maria's cold eyes.

"Listen closely, fairies like The Prince, Midoriya, and I are higher ranked and are important for a reason. Endeavor had the right idea for only for the strong to marry others who are strong. So they can make more strong fairies to protect the kingdom, but if fairies like you start getting in the way. You, Will, weaken the kingdom, so you need to stay with people of your rank. We protect the kingdom and your kind can show your gratitude by serving us," Maria said with a smile.

"So know your place," she sneered.

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[roll-da-credits]

Congrats on 250!!!! They are all well-deserved! Could I request for the self-ship event, Day 6, with Ochako x self-ship please? I'm female, 5'1 (tiny), with an undercut and green eyes, and a pretty lithe figure. I tend to come off as reserved and timid, but I'm a lot more chaotic than I seem. I like academics, and tend to overwork myself all the time (I mostly fall sick due to stress more than any other illness really), and am especially good in English and creative writing. However, my intense dislike for math has made me quite sour towards the subject. I tend to measure my worth through accolades and grades (healthy, I know), which pushes me to study more and join more events, which cause me to work longer hours, and it's just a cycle that I am incredibly good at hiding from others. Again, can't really think of a time where I haven't been worried out of my mind from school, but I do know how to have a good time every now and then. Thank you, and again, congrats on 250 followers!!! xoxo

Day 6 - Sick Day Ochako Uraraka x self-ship

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A soft knock against your door jolted you from your daydreams, you turned to look at the door. Watching as a familiar smiling girl walks in holding a lunchbox. Uraraka smiled as she closed the door behind her and walked over towards you.

"Aizawa sensei told us that you were sick, so I decided to bring you some homemade soup and something to fill you up," she spoke warmly.

Placing down the lunchbox and opening it up on your bedside cabinet, Uraraka then sat on the edge of your bed. Letting you stare in amazement as the pleasurable aroma wafted around the room. It smelled amazing, and it warmed your heart, even more, knowing Uraraka took the time out of her day to cook you a meal.

"Are you doing ok?" she finally spoke, noticing how you've been staring at the meal for a while.

"Uh, yeah," you laughed, "Yeah, I'm fine. You didn't have to do this, you know?"

Uraraka simply grinned brighter and shook her head.

"I wanted to, plus it's not every day I can show my cooking skills to people. Bakugou usually takes the spotlight," the two of you laugh reminiscing the fact that the explosive boy would rarely let anyone in the kitchen whilst he was cooking.

You took the bowl of soup in your hands and slowly drank it. It warmed you completely, making you hum in approval as the flavor tickled your tastebuds.

"It's amazing." You spoke.

The genuine compliment caught Uraraka off guard as she blushed softly. She thanked you for the compliment and watched you eat the rest of her meal with a big smile. Enjoying the fact that you seemed to brighten up after eating.

When you were done and placed everything back in its place. Uraraka turned towards you and looked at you with an uncharacteristically serious look.

"Why did you suddenly get sick? You seemed fine when we trained together yesterday. Did I push you too hard?" she asked worriedly.

You couldn't help but feel bad for making her worry that much. But there was no way you could tell her. She'd just be concerned and try to make you stop overworking yourself. It wasn't like you didn't want to, it's just that, that was the way you did things.

"It's nothing really, probably just the flu." You waved her off.

She didn't seem to buy it though, she still pushed you to answer her question truthfully. It seemed as if the two of you had been in a relationship for long enough for her to be able to tell when you were dismissing a serious thing.

"You can tell me anything you know? I love you and I care about you, you look so tired these past few days.

Uraraka sounded so incredibly concern and it finally pushed you over the edge. You couldn't bear to keep lying to this incredible girl in front of you.

So, you told her everything. How you've been overworking yourself and overexerting yourself to make sure both your grades in the hero studies and the normal studies stayed amazing.

She didn't interrupt you at all. Letting you continue your confession with a comforting look.

"it's just, I've been so busy with training that I noticed my grades slipping. it's not so bad that I won't pass, I know that, but even Present Mic said my English scores were slowly dropping. I can't let that happen, so many people expect the best from me in that subject!" you ranted over towards her.

"Don't get me started on math, that shit blows my mind. I don't understand how Momo can just ease through it," you groaned slightly out of jealousy at the fact Momo seems so effortlessly able to pass with flying colors.

You finally flopped back down on your bed with a sigh, letting Uraraka know you were done. She smiled at you and laid with you on the bed, hugging you tightly before straightening back up.

You looked at her slightly confused, not expecting her to look relieved at your confession.

"I honestly thought the worse, I thought you were dying or you were going through something!" she confessed, "If you're worried about studying, why don't we study together? Even if you have to stay up till late at night I'll always be there if you get stressed."

You were about to decline when she immediately shushed you.

"You became sick because you overworked yourself, this is a sign you should relax just for a moment. We can ask Momo or even Bakugo for help on math, and you're literally Present Mic's favorite student, I'm sure if you talked to him about this he'd be completely understanding. Maybe even give easier work," she grinned, "You know that'll benefit the entire class, especially me."

You giggled at her solution. The two of you stared at each other for a while, smiling. You realized how silly you were thinking Uraraka was just going to brush it off or even scold you for overworking yourself. You should've guessed she would've acted so kindly.

"Your grades can always be fixed, if your body takes irreversible damage, you won't be able to help a lot of people as a hero," she spoke, her tone suddenly serious.

It was obvious she was extremely worried, but you appreciated the fact that she still tried to choose her words carefully as to not make you feel bad about it.

Uraraka knows you must feel bad about it, she's not dumb enough to think you don't realize the outcome of what you're doing to yourself. So, she understands all she can do is give you the motivation you need to help yourself, and give an encouraging push here and there.

"You know I'm sort of glad I'm sick," you giggled, "because now I get to cuddle with you all day!" you yelled.

Tackling her down to lay with you as you tickled her sides. The two of you laughed loudly as Uraraka tried to push you off, finally succeeding in the end. Only for her to enact her revenge and tickle you too.

Once the two of you grew tired, you both laid against one another, smiling ear to ear. Panting from the tickle attacks the two of you did to one another. Uraraka was the first to move and hug you.

"You'll be able to get through this, don't worry," she spoke softly before the two of you lulled each other to a long nap.

Hi there! I hope this was to your liking and thank you so much for requesting. I apologize that this took a while, I was supposed to post this yesterday but... school came up. smh. AHAHAHAHA, anyw I hope you enjoyed this and I hope I got your characterestics right! (ps I hope you do find your self worth in other things than grades since I've been struggling with that a lot too, I'm the literal classic case of ex-gifted burntout child lmao)

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Headcanons for yandere Chisaki Kai/Overhaul, Bakugou Katsuki and Mirio Togata with a manipulative s/o

Anonymous asked: “headcanons: yandere overhaul, katsuki and mirio with a manipulative darling??🧐 A lil nsfw is always welcome 😏 i would simpp for my bois anyday if i got the chance😔 THX💞❣️💕💕💖”

a/n: we’re all simps here anon, there’s no denying that. i don’t usually do nsfw, it’s in my rules that i don’t take these reqs but i am trying to get better at writing it. right now if people ask for it i might comply but it depends on the scenario. for this i chose to do just the first two characters cause i can’t see mirio doing anything like that, he’s too pure. thanks for the request!!!

warnings: injury, nsfw (noncon?)

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Chisaki Kai/Overhaul:

sfw:

You’d be kidding yourself if you thought this man would fall for any form of manipulation from his darling.

He’s not an idiot, in fact he’s extremely intelligent. If anyone is going to be the manipulative one, it’s Chisaki. He’s far too analytical to be played like that.

That doesn’t mean he won’t go along with it though. Oh no, in fact he’d be more than willing to let his darling believe that they had the upper hand. It would almost be a game to him―watching as they pretended to please him to get what they wanted, or formulate their words to guilt him into giving them freedoms.

He’s not particularly sadistic, but the sight of his darling going against their nature to act like they’re obedient would be amusing. On top of that, he wouldn’t exactly be complaining to see his darling following his orders, even if they were doing it in an attempt to fool him.

So he’d let them have their fun, knowing full well that eventually they’d believe they had him right where they wanted. Of course they didn’t―they never would. Chisaki would always be multiple steps ahead, lying in wait for the moment his darling finally had that false sense of security.

He doesn’t take kindly to disobedience. Yelling at him or trying to leave on the spur of the moment is one thing. But being so committed to deceitfulness, taking pride in the thought that they were outsmarting him? That would not sit well. Chisaki would anticipate the moment they made their move, them thinking whatever plan they’d formulated had worked.

And nothing would satisfy him more to see the look of shock mixed with denial as he confided that he knew all along. Of course he’d have all the necessary precautions in place for when they decide to act upon their drawn out intentions. His darling would never really stand a chance, and he’d make that painfully clear.

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This man would not go easy with the punishments. He needs to make sure his darling learns their place, and more importantly that they could not outsmart him. The goal is to make them understand that life would be so much easier if they just submit. Chisaki would treat them so well if they did, as long as they were genuine.

Unfortunately, a manipulative darling would need a lot of incentive to get them to that point. Being so cunning usually means that they're patient and stubborn, so it’s a good thing he can be patient too. And what better way to break their stubborn attitude than a prolonged punishment, something to really get the message across and then some?

Chisaki is definitely one kinky motherfucker. He’d leave them for hours on end, strapped to a vibe and unable to move in the almost painfully tight restraints. He wouldn’t touch them―no, that would be too kind. It would be better to let them fall apart over and over again without any break. It is a punishment after all, they’re not really supposed to enjoy it.

But realistically they will to a certain extent, which makes it so much worse. Sooner or later their resolve would break―which is exactly what he wants.

And he still loves his darling even after what they did, so of course he would supervise the whole ordeal just in case they passed out. Chisaki wouldn’t say much, maybe a gentle reminder here and there that this is what they deserved after being so ungrateful. Once he felt they were past their limit just a little he’d untie them, not before making them swear that they’d drop their behaviour.

He wouldn’t be big on affection after―obviously he’d clean them up but they still need to learn to an extent that he wasn’t pleased with them. Chisaki would save his genuine care for when they finally accepted their place.

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Bakugou Katsuki:

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Rather than immediately fall for his darling’s manipulation, he’d just be highly suspicious. He’s slightly self aware with his behaviour―knowing it wasn’t healthy―so it’d confuse him if his darling acted in a way to get on his good side.

If anything, it’d make him more strict with them. Bakugou wouldn’t necessarily get mad at them, because there wasn’t any need to at the moment, but he’d still be cold around them. Mostly, he’d be waiting for them to drop the act.

Part of him desperately wishes that they weren’t pretending―that they really were warming up to him, albeit rather quickly. He might just let himself pretend as well. It wouldn’t be for long, just enough to take his mind off the awful things he was doing.

Mostly, it would annoy him. He wants a genuinely obedient darling, not someone who acts like they are to use him. Bakugou would likely be suspicious of any kind of darling who’s being kind to him, but especially in this case.

He’s not the kind of person to shy away from inflicting severe punishment either. If/when his darling finally slips up thinking they had him in the palm of their hand, he’d immediately correct them. Of course he wouldn’t fall for it, who do they think he is? He’d humiliate them for even thinking they had the upper hand. It wasn’t their place to try and take advantage of him. It would almost offend him―clearly they thought they were better than him. He’d show them that absolutely wasn’t the case.

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It would turn into mostly him taking his anger out on them. How dare they think they were better than him?

He’d be relentlessly rough with their body―face down, ass up, literally fucking them into the mattress. Spewing obscenities at every turn, clearly they wanted this, were they really that dense to think he wouldn’t catch them?

Bakugou would go at it for hours into the night. Wouldn’t give two shits about their protests either―he’d just gag them and move on. Once he felt they were thoroughly fucked, both physically and figuratively, he’d force them to admit that they were wrong. He wouldn’t settle for anything less than them begging for forgiveness, making them repeat who they belonged to as they came for the last time that night.

To pour salt on the wound, he’d be sickeningly sweet with aftercare. Not so much with the verbal sentiments, but he’d practically worship their body. He’d still be mad with them to an extent, but part of the lesson is showing them that he’s the only person who could care for them like he did.

He’d gently massage their muscles while sitting behind then in a hot bath, lathering their body in luscious soaps and moisturizers. They might be all but passed out during the process, but he’d do it nonetheless. Bakugou wouldn’t typically be an affectionate person, but he’d like doting on his darling as they tiredly slumped against his body while he tended to their worn out figure.

With all the bite marks and bruises he leaves, his darling wouldn’t be able to forget the encounter anytime soon. It would become increasingly difficult to keep up their tendencies after not being able to walk straight for a few days since their last outburst.

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Mirio Togata:

Oh the poor boy, he’d absolutely fall for his darling’s manipulation.

All Mirio wants is his darling to accept that he knows what’s best for them, to let him take care of all their needs. But most importantly, he wants them to love him as much as he loves them.

And so if his darling was secretly manipulative, it’d likely fly right over his head. He’d just be so gosh darn happy that they were finally comfortable with him that he wouldn’t think twice of any ill intentions.

That being said, it still would be difficult for his darling to get anything from him. He’s still fairly stubborn, and even when he’s not there are still inherent precautions in place that may thwart his darling’s plans.

Are they trying to escape? He might let them out of their cuffs but the bulletproof glass and heavy metal padlocked doors aren’t going anywhere. There’s nothing wrong with a safely built house! It’s for the both of them after all.

Realistically, his darling probably isn’t going anywhere, but they for sure can manipulate him into certain freedoms inside the house.

Just don’t let him find out it’s all an act, nothing could hurt him more. He’s delusional, but he still has feelings. It’d break his heart―normally he’d take unideal behaviour and chalk it up to his darling not knowing any better, but this...this isn’t something he’d overlook.

He’s not the type to physically punish his darling, hurting them that way isn’t his intentions. But if they ever managed to escape, or even hurt him, that might just change things.

It would be quick, he still wouldn’t like the prospect of putting his darling in pain. A broken bone or two is most likely, something long term that’d teach them a lesson. It’d take him a while to recover from the betrayal, but he’d learn from his mistakes. From that point on he wouldn’t fall for their antics. Mirio would let them act like they loved him, but he’d always be prepared for them to lash out again.

[lollybliz]

bout to make a Monster of a fic rec post here we go

heyo @jinx108! We’ll start with the complete ones because sometimes you’re just not in the mood to wait for the last chapter, you know? I don't remember details of all of these so i’m just going to copy the author’s summary rather than write my own. I am literally just going through my bookmarks, I got 400 of these to sort through. if ive talked to or am familiar with the author im gonna mention them, but if I mention you and you don't want me to have Please tell me and i’ll remove it.

If you’re not into spoilers Please Tread Carefully, I don't watch out for that stuff so I wont know to label it

1>Crushing Truth by Bunzuku: Tododeku. “Romance is hard enough for a teenager to understand when they have a good relationship role model. For Shoto, it takes two excited meddlers for him to even realize what his feelings really are.“

2>Disowned by b00mgh: tododeku + others. Unrated, some traumatic elements. “Shouto freaks out under a bridge and I use the word "grass" a lot more than I really should. Izuku does his stupid martyr thing and everyone makes continuous references to his propensity to break his bones. Aizawa goes "oh FUCK my kids are dying again" and his students use him as emotional (and physical) support. A friend requests angst, I say what kind, she say idk make someone get disowned and i say oh this I can absolutely provide my good buddy.”

3>cotton candy hands by @chonideno: Kiribaku. I will take Any excuse to rec this fic, its the most fluffy pile of feels Good Lord. also the first fic I ever bound into a physical book. “Studying to become a hero requires knowing how to take care of yourself. Sometimes you might need help on the way so if your crush offers to do your hair for you or to give you a well-deserved back rub, it'd be stupid to say no. A series of soft vignettes in which a love-struck Kirishima and a touch-starved Bakugou care for each other and it's definitely not making their hearts jump through hoops, they’re never this close to kissing, no, they're totally best friends bro“

4>Catching Sight of the Storm by neo7v: Kiribaku, tododeku. A considerable amount of Whump and related angst, and kinda sad tbh. “Blind. Quirkless. Useless.The first two things were stated clearly by the doctor that sat about five feet in front of Izuku. The third was a word that Kacchan called him everytime he failed to make the jump on whatever forest excursion they were on or when he ran into a tree because he hadn’t seen it. “I’m so, so sorry, Izuku.” Was his mom giving up on him already? But he could still be a hero if he tried hard enough, right? Quirkless or not. Blind or not. Just because Izuku was useless now didn’t mean he would stay that way forever, right? *** A Blind!Izuku AU”

5>Yell Heah by fakecharliebrown: Chatfic. M a n y pairings. technically complete, but part of an ongoing series. “Iida creates a group-chat for Class 1-A. It doesn't go as planned.“

6>Sunshine by Rosey_Note: BIG SAD. tw- failed suicide attempt. KiriKamiBaku. “They didn't deserve to put up with his crappy mood. Because Denki Kaminari did not feel like Sunshine right now. And they deserved sunshine. In fact, Denki didn't feel much of anything right now.“

7>Electric Connection by  Onlymostydead: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk has always had... Weird side affects. Like his ADHD. And his constant energy. And his insomnia, which wouldn't leave him be right now, when he really needed to just get some sleep. But, thankfully, he has good friends.“

8>The Best (The Worst) by Onlymostydead: no romantic pairing. tw- rampant transphobia, both outside and internalized. “Bakugou Katsuki has known who he was since he was four years old. He was a boy, it was as simple as that. Around his friends, at school... But things couldn't just be that simple, could they?“

9>Lichtenberg Figures by Q_loves_you: no definite romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki has a very powerful force of nature running through his body. Kaminari Denki doesn't want to hurt anybody. He doesn't always get what he wants, and "anybody" does generally include himself.“

10>Eventuality by KikaTouka: ill be honest I don't remember this one at all, I maaaay not have read it yet :/. anyway. ShinKami. “Shinsou learns more than just hero lessons after being transferred to 1-A.“

11>Pickup Lines for the Soul by MustardSoup: ShinKami. “Denki is twelve when he is flicking through the TV channels and lands on an old RomCom movie about soulmate marks – specifically the same type that he has. “I can’t believe I’ve had to walk around with a cheap pickup line written on my ankle my entire life because of you!” The leading lady yells at the leading man as he stares at her in awe. Denki laughs. “Oh no.” His mother says, watching him. “Oh no, indeed.” His sister repeats quietly.“

12>caught in my own web by @anxioussailorsoldier: ShinKami. “Shinsou needs some help after getting caught up in his capture weapon. Kaminari enters from stage left.“

13>not so summer love by nataliya: ShinKami. “Class 2-B’s common room, although typically quiet, was currently filled with five students—three slowly giving up on homework, one bitching about noise and another that rushes through the front door. “We’ve been waiting for you—” Mina starts, but Kaminari’s vaulting over the back of the couch, eyes wide as he practically buzzes out of his skin, emitting light like crazy as currents dazzle across strands of hair. “I have a big ugly crush,” He steps off the couch and onto the coffee table, much to Bakugou’s chagrin, “On big ugly Shinsou.””

14>Blamed by coldandhotsoba: ShinKami. Tw- they fuckin kill a guy and its a lil nasty. “This was not how the day was supposed to end. They were supposed to end the day like they do most nights.  Kaminari clutching onto him like a koala as he slept, wrapped in the millions of tacky blankets Kaminari had bought. Warm and safe in their bed. It was not supposed to end with both of them tied up in some cold metal room.“

15>Lightning Scars by Present-Mics-Scream (write_your_way_out): Shinkami. “It's hard to be confident in your abilities when you're surrounded by people with incredible quirks. Shinsou Hitoshi would know better than anyone. Sure, he was admitted to the hero course in his second year, but being admitted to the hero course, and keeping up with the rest of the class are two different things. Lucky for him, Kaminari is there to prove that the flashiest quirks come with the largest drawbacks.“

16>See No Evil, Hear No Evil by randomfan188: no romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki is legally blind. When he forgets to wear his contacts and breaks down during math class, comfort appears in the strangest of ways.“

17>how not to enjoy the weather, an article by kaminari denki by dreamtowns: no defined romantic pairing. “If there was one thing Kaminari hated the most in a world wth villains, it would have to be thunderstorms.“

18>”Studying” by emmyrox22: ShinKami, EraserMic. “Shinsou and Kaminari have been “studying” together for a while (but not for school). Shinsou gets stopped by his dads on the way to another “study” session and mistakes are made“

19>Weaknesses by sunflowerstorm: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk and storms compliment each other in the worst way, but he's convinced he can deal with it on his own... until he really can't any longer. When Shinsou accidentally overhears Aizawa confronting Kaminari about recent changes in behaviour and hears about the hell his quirks been putting him through, he can't just pretend he never heard. He wants to help.“

20>it’s hurt denki hours by memeingfultrash: ShinKami + others. ““Certain members of our class are...under the impression that...you’re the traitor.” Denki’s body went cold and felt like he was going to short circuit. ~some of class 1a believes that denki is the traitor and avoid him”

21>Petition to replace Mineta with Shinsou- (signed by Kaminari Denki) by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami + others. This is one of my favorites, I go back to reread it from time to time. It SAYS 41/42, but that's just a glitch cus chapter 36 doesn't exist for some reason, I talked to the author about it and its fine. “Mineta brings shame to the color purple. You know who does not bring shame to the rich color, but pride and sexual tension to one infatuated Kaminari Denki instead? Shinsou Hitoshi, aka sexy zombie man, aka the most perfect hunk of a man to walk planet earth, aka future husband. Shinsou has finally gotten his chance to prove himself to the hero course, and he did more than prove himself. The only question left unanswered is whether he will start in A or B, and how Kaminari can manipulate the end result.“

22>How to Get a Boyfriend (in Four Easy Steps!) by e1ana: ShinKami, EraserMic, + others. “Step 1: Get kicked out of the house by your homophobic parents. Step 2: Run headfirst into your brooding, mysterious crush. Step 3: Sleep in his dad’s (see: your homeroom teacher) house Step 4: Watch everything you thought you knew go to shit. This isn’t exactly the sweet, romantic plan that Kaminari Denki longed for. Will everything be ok, or will step 5 be to crash and burn?“

23>Bakugou and Todoroki’s Foolproof 5-Step Plan to Fuck with Mineta Minoru by Anubis_2701: Kiribaku, TodoDeku, + others. This is another one of my favorites, and the one I am currently folding and sewing into a physical book. you learn how to do funny things when bored and quarantined ig. “It was a simple enough idea; screw around with the resident bastard of Class 1-A to let him know that his medieval ways and perverted behaviour weren't going to be tolerated by even the most career-focused of UA's students. To say that things had snowballed was an understatement. Todoroki had no idea how he had ended up sitting on Bakugou's floor at 1 am, holding a dossier of incriminating material that would make the FBI slobber, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know. The long and short of it was, fuck Mineta.”

24>Colour Theory by chancellorxofxtrash: TodoBakuDeku. this one’s a series. “Midoriya/Bakugo/Todoroki slow burn soulmate AU. All three of them are nerds with their own emotional issues, trying to navigate their way through becoming heroes, and their own relationship with each other.“

25>Summer Sunshine by Mara97: TodoDeku. Ever want a Barbie in a mermaid tale/Bnha crossover? No? well here you go anyway! “Instead of worrying about college, Izuku spends his summer vacation finding out his father is, supposedly, a dead merman king and going on a quest to dethrone the current king, Endeavor. Along the way, Izuku becomes close to the three journeying with him, makes friends with strangers, starts crushing on an unattainable prince, and, in the end, learns to love himself. Oh, and he saves a kingdom, too.“

26>The snowflakes on our skin and the flames in our soul are one (and the same), my love by missunderstuffyou: TodoDeku, Kiribaku. this is one of the ones I keep a running reread comment going on. its at,,, 6, atm.  “Before your quirk begins to present itself, the soulmate link comes through, and suddenly whatever you write upon your own skin appears on the body of your soulmate. As your soulmate writes to you, the emotions they feel follow through the ink.Izuku Midoriya is four years and a few months old when he first feels the slight ebbing in his arms. It doesn’t hurt… he can just feel something, and it’s enough to make him sprint into his mother’s arms screaming that his quirk is coming. She had been washing in the kitchen, and the sudden screech as her son rockets into her side is enough to make her jump with panic, immediately grabbing at him and looking for cuts and bumps before she understands his words and the stupidly bright, alight smile on his face with large, watery, hopeful eyes. Shoto Todoroki doesn’t feel his soulmate connection open up. It is drowned in the aches of a small body worked far too hard.“

27>It was dark inside the closet by Chad_Champion69420: Pre-ShinDeku? maybe? its tagged shindeku but like. it’ll make sense if you read it. “Midoriya is invited to a party. He and Shinsou decide to play a little trick on the rest of the party during Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

28>how to woo your local trash gremlin: a comprehensive guide by Todoroki shouto by wonhaebunny: TodoBaku. this is the fic that dragged me into todobaku, fun fact. “five times shouto tries to confess to bakugou, and one time he doesn't bother tryingaka: wikihow is a scam and bakugou is a terrible, terrible boy“

29>top ten photos taken right before disaster by Shookspeare: ShinDeku. “Izuku participates in a harmless prank, only to end up ruining it and running for dear life.“

30>Secrets to Share by pechebaie: no definite romantic pairing. “Kirishima comes out first, and nothing changes. Kirishima and Kaminari still hang out to complain about class and talk about boys - and sometimes girls, too, in Kaminari’s case; he still plans stupid pranks with Sero that get them sent to the principal’s or nurse’s office every time; Ashido still kicks his ass at Mario Kart without hesitation; and Bakugou doesn’t get angry at him any more than he usually does.“

31>What One Hides by Pinalinet: TodoDeku. “All Might gives class 1-A an unusual assignment that results in Midoriya Izuku and Todoroki Shouto attending a weekly acting class. But with a mysterious villain targeting individuals without Quirks, and a developing issue of Todoroki's own, an after-school assignment is the least of their worries.“

32>whether or not we’re fated, we’re meant to be by juurensha: KINDA SPOILERY. TodoDeku + others. “Todoroki didn’t have a soulmark for most of his life.His siblings all did, but up until the day of the U.A. entrance exam, he had shoved the idea aside. It’s not like they could help him anyway. And then a 9 appears on his chest, and a green-haired boy barrels into his life with a fire and ice soulmark on his arms, and suddenly Todoroki cares very much about all this could mean.”

33>The Midnight Shift by meiishu @meiishu @totallytodoroki (idk which you’d rather I attach so I went with both): ShinKami. ““Hey Toshi,” Denki says, and he laughs, clearly embarrassed. He’s got on a jean jacket that did him absolutely no help and a white tee shirt that is currently stuck to his torso. It’s got a pikachu design in the center. “By any chance, do you sell umbrellas?” “You really went out in this weather.” Hitoshi deadpans, instead of dignifying that with an answer. or hitoshi works the midnight shift at the gas station, which also doubles as a pokestop for pokemon go. of course, denki is a regular.”

34>Rock the House by AkabaneKayo: ShinKami. “It wasn’t just his bed. It was his entire fucking room shaking. Only one thought crossed his mind at that moment: “Holy shit. My room is haunted.”“

35>Technically, they’re morning kisses by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami. “Most nights, Shinsou cannot fall sleep. Neither can Kaminari. It seems counterproductive to have a sleepover then, but they try to make it work. And they fail, but that is okay.“

36>someone to call mine by nearly_theyre: ShinKami, EraserMic “From: Me wish you were here, denks From: kitten 💛💘💛 what if i was tho? OR Four times Denki snuck into Hitoshi's room and one time he walked through the front door.“

37>Pretty by Onlymostydead (noticing some repeat authors? me too): no definite romantic pairing. “(Or, Kaminari still can't figure out bra clasps.) Kaminari has never really felt good about himself. Herself? Whichever way, not knowing doesn't make anything easier. Especially when he (she?) and Mina have their bodies swapped during training, and everything seems too right.“

38>If I offer you my hand, will you take it? by bleukitsune: Kiribaku. SPOILERY. ““Why?” Kirishima leaned back on his hands, trying to create some space between them. Too close. The ash-blond looked really nervous, his usually arrogant and cunning demeanor gone. “What do you see when you look at me? Kirishima is worried. Bakugou is hurting. After his confrontation with Midoriya, he finally reaches out to him. “

Theres way more but I haven't tagged them properly yet so that m a y come later if I can ever finish going through and adding my sorting tags.

and then a last few that Are Not Complete but im really very fond of them. not as many as id like to add, but my hands are getting tired tbh.

39>State of Mind by GuardianOfTheLoaf: no relationship YET but its looking like it’ll be either tododeku or shindeku, probably the former. EraserMic. tw- childhood neglect and severe depression. Izuku’s not a happy kid. “Izuku was a late bloomer, his quirk lying dormant until his tenth birthday when in a fit of emotion he grabs his mother and she disappears. With All Might slowly restoring his confidence Izuku begins the difficult journey into becoming a hero.“ 18/? chapters.

40>Izuku Eats His Problems by CosmicAce: ShinDeku. Izuku’s a flerkin, what more could you want? “His whole life, Izuku Midoriya was taught to keep his powers, his Quirk, hidden from the world. His kind were feared, hunted to near extinction because of it. He just wants to show people he’s different. That he can be a HERO. And nothing is going to stop him. Even if his Quirk IS like an eldritch abomination.“ 43/? chapters

and then probably my current favorite bnha fic- although it fights with Apertum Mortem for that spot but that ones d a r k and not here-

41>family of the year by periiwren: EraserMic. “Hitoshi is done. Done with moving around every few months to a couple that will scrutinize him and eventually dump him right back where he started. Good thing he’s well past his strike limit now- at least he can stay in one place, be content to age out of the system and finish out his training with Aizawa. Maybe transfer into the hero course, maybe be a hero- but none of that was guaranteed. The only thing for sure was that he was going to stay in that center for the rest of his childhood. Or so he thought- because Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi have other plans.“ 24/? chapters. we’ve been informed that this one’s gonne be l o n g and im Very Grateful.

42>Here There Be Dragons by here_and_there: pre-ShinDeku. “Izuku looked at the small circle Aizawa had motioned to in front of them. "I won't fit," he whispered, thinking. He raised his hand, tentatively. Sighing, Aizawa grumbled, "What?" "I-I have a question. Actually, two." His teacher just stared at him, unimpressed. Izuku continued. "Can we activate our quirks before we step into the ring?" Aizawa looked up into the sky, muttering something Izuku didn't hear. "If you must." "O-Okay. Uh, second question. You said we have to stay inside the circle, right?" "Yes." The man looked disappointed, not only in Izuku but in himself for letting the kid speak. "Great. Uh... does that include tails?"“ 6/? chapters.

43>Another Option by sandersonsister: TodoBakuDeku, Touya/Hawks, Dabi/Hawks. Potentially Spoilery, depends on whether horikoshi has the guts to confirm Touya. this one is waiting around the corner with a baseball bat, its really cute, and then r e a l l y painful. it might be getting better though. maybe. it might be getting worse. “When Touya stops his mother from hurting Shouto, he decides enough is enough. He needs to get out of this house and he's taking his baby brother with him.“ 33/? chapters.

That's it i’m done for now, oof. maybe ill edit more onto this post later, maybe i’ll just make another one. hope some of these work!

[jackidy]

To Star Lake: Chapter 3

Rating: T Pairings: Todoroki Shouto/Sero Hanta Characters: Various Universe: Howls Moving Castle Au

Summary: A day of impossibilities starts with a mystery man, with mismatched eyes and cold hands, rescuing him in a dark alleyway as he attempted to go about his business and the pet name sweetheart being said a little too tenderly. It ends with another stranger cursing him in his own store after telling them to leave.

Things like this don’t happen to people like Sero Hanta.

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“Stop fucking hovering, Deku.”

“He spent most of the night on that stool, Kacchan! What if he’s too sore to move?”

There’s the sound of something being set down, the crackling of firewood sounding endearingly angry as Sero is reluctantly pulled from sleep. Who or, rather, what was a Deku? His track record of meeting new people recently having been reduced to sentient inanimate objects, mentally running through a list of possibilities only to open his eyes and find not an object but a very, very human face.

Sero isn’t sure why he’s so disappointed by that fact.

It’s no surprise he’s as sore as he was the previous morning, if not more so, knowing he should be more concerned about the deafening crack his back makes as he sits up than he is, the concentrated pain in his spine seeming to bleed out into a more bearable ache that bloomed over his shoulder blades and rib cage. The kid, Deku if Bakugou was to be believed, was there in an instant hovering with his arms open, having absolutely no idea where to place them.

“I’m good.” Sero croaks, dismissing the kid with a wave of his hand, legs mid swing off the bed when someone knocks on the door, watching with humoured curiosity as the green haired boy runs down the stairs, back up them again, draping a cloak over his shoulders and changing his appearance with a pull up of his hood as Bakugou barks out what door it was.

How can it lead to Port Haven when Sero had come in through the wastes?

“Is the great wizard Frostfire present?”

His confusion of the name speaks volumes of how little information on magic had made it to the countryside, Sero pushing himself off of the bed with another grunt, smiling to himself when he notices his walking stick leaning against the arm rest of the sofa he’d previously been sleeping on. How had he gotten onto the sofa anyway? Surely that teenager at best hadn’t carried him over?

“He’s out at the moment, sir, but I’ll be sure to pass on any message.”

The glare of the morning sun makes him wince, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his free hand, blinking rapidly in the aftermath. He’d never seen the ocean before, never really left the small town he’d grown up in, living vicariously through Mina when she would talk so enthusiastically about everywhere she had visited to gather inspiration for the hat shop. He wonders, fondly, how mad they were going to be when he eventually came home and he revealed he’d finally left town, not because of them but because he had a run in with two wizards.

“It has been requested by his Majesty that all witches and wizards are to report to the capitol city at once for service in the war to come.”

How much of this would they believe though? The only reason he was due to the fact he was living it for how often did stories of curses, magic fires and scarecrows, and moving castles turn out to be true?  Not often enough to be true. How many stories of Shouto’s supposed victims had been proven false now? Too many for the concept of him as a heart eater to really have any credibility but not enough to dismiss them entirely.

“Oh, he’s not going to be happy about this.” The kid mutters walking up the steps, carry a scroll he deposits on the table, the form of an old man melting back into him as he pulled the hood down and cloak off. He jumps upon noticing Sero staring at him, Bakugou laughing at the teens expense in a way that was more cackle than anything else. “I forgot to ask! What’s your name? I’m Midoriya Izuku, also how did you get in here? Are you a wizard too? Are you one of Master Shouto’s friends?”

“I’m Sero Ha-”

“KINGSBURY DOOR!” Bakugou yells, cutting off Sero and pushing Midoriya back into a slight panic, yellow cape back on and the old man he had been moments before came back into view. Weren’t they in Port Haven? How were they getting knocks in Kingsbury? Sero leaning over the railing as teenager took a breath and turned the small dial above the handle, the sound of seagulls and the near by port being drowned by the clamour of a busy city, the rumble of cars and the sound of people going about their day.

“Hello, is this the residence of the wizard Iceflame?”

First Frostfire and now Iceflame, how many aliases did Shouto have anyway and why would he even need them? Perhaps he should stop going down that train of thought now, nip it in the bud before it gets out of hand, he has his own issues to deal with without getting caught up in the dramatics of wizards anymore than he already has done. Conversation with the men at the door over, Midoriya closes the door, resting his head against it before changing the small dial again, the vibrance of the city melting away into the dull pallor of the wastes and the gentle sound of rain fall.

“Sero, I walked in, no and no.” He offers in hopes of melting away at least some of the stress off of the other’s face, only for it to be replaced with confusion, the teenager still wearing that face as he walked up the stairs and deposited yet another scroll next to the one he’d been handed not even five minutes ago. Even Bakugou looks on the sceptical side of confusion, making it perfectly clear he didn’t believe a word Sero had just said.

“That doesn’t make sense, most people can’t just walk in here, especially those who aren’t friends with Shouto.” Midoriya stated firmly, a determined look on his face, Sero half concerned he was going to challenge him to a fight despite any assertion Sero may give that he was right and that he did not know who Shouto was, just the rumours that followed him everywhere.

“I’ve never met the guy.” Sero states flatly, earning another strange reaction from Midoriya, this time one of confused surprise, and an oddly smug look from Bakugou. Was he missing something here that he should know, the old man sighing before moving to inspect the cluttered counters around them, frowning at the sight of potions mixed with food, parchments filled with recipes draped over crockery that were perhaps beyond the point of saving.

How anyone lived like this was beyond him, knowing full well he wasn’t the tidiest but he’d never let his messes get to this point, wondering vaguely which side of the line between too busy to clean and too lazy to try the occupants of this house fell under. It’s why its so surprising when Sero finally manages to find food, still fresh and edible, hidden partially beneath a cloche, eyeing the bacon and eggs hungrily before looking up and checking for other ingredients.

Carbs. He was missing carbs, bread being the best suited for what he had in mind but he would take any at this point in order add some bulk to the meal. Vegetables he’d given up on looking for, the only splash of greenery coming from the patches of mould attached to what was once food residue. How was Midoriya an image of health in conditions like this, he was feeling ill just thinking about what layer in the deeper layers of mess.

“What are you doing?”

“Making breakfast.” He replies like it’s obvious, gently extracting the basket of meat and eggs from the side, wincing at the clatter of plates as they fell into the gap left behind, hooking it into his elbow and grinning as he finally spotted a loaf of bread on the table, still fresh and, with any luck, not entirely stale. “Do we have anything to make tea with?”

“Yes, we have a teapot but Kacchan doesn’t listen to anyone bar Shouto and even then, its reluctantly!” the panic in his voice is palpable, Sero only acknowledging his statement with a click of his tongue, setting the food down on a stool by the fire demon, turning his attention instead to the collection of pans hung against the wall. The second from the left is his best option, Sero thinks, big enough for two portions, maybe even three at a push, eyeing the irritated fire and wondering if it even ate.

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll listen.” Sero grins, perking up the way he always did when he was about to get Kaminari in trouble with Mina or vice versa, turning he cast iron frying pan in his hand. It’s a comfortable weight, pleasantly surprised that even with the aches and pains ridiculing his body he was able to hold it this easily, moving back over to the hearth, smile widening with every step as Bakugou started to look more and more like a pissed off cat. “Won’t you Bakugou?”

“Fuck off.” The crackle of fire wood and the floating specs of flame is more comforting than intimidating, Sero feeling more like he was in the presence of a friend than personified fire. “I aint doing shit for you.”

“I guess I’m telling Shouto of our deal then.” Sero smirks, voice dropping to a low whisper so Midoriya could not hear them, taking small joy from the way the fire seemed to still, looking away from the fire to the pan as he turned it in his hands again. He had become more daring with age, it seemed, knowing full well he’d have at least given it a second thought before speaking so brazenly with Bakugou. “Do I look like a man with much left to get fucked up by a wizard?”

The sound of steam, a billow of smoke, fire tempering down to a blue concentrated flame as Sero brings the pan down, flames kissing blackened iron and his hand hovering over metal to check how the pan was heating up. “Then have this curse from me, may all your food burn, bastard.” It doesn’t sting, no anger behind the words masquerading as a curse, Sero noting that the other seemed almost impressed again, electing to not comment on it.

There’s an awed whisper somewhere behind him of ‘Kacchan is doing what he says’, Sero shaking his hand as he moved it from the frying pan, finally hot enough, to the slices of bacon thick enough to be belly pork. Two or three? Two or three? He settles on three, unsure of if it was an apology slice to Bakugou or an extra one for Midoriya, a level of concern in him over the way the teenager stood shorter than him despite Sero having shrunk with age. Maybe this is why his friends referred to him as their dad jokingly.

Sero barely notices the creak of an opening door, the tap of footsteps on stairs, Sero too focused on the sizzling fat and inward lamentation at the lack of seasoning to give the new distraction his attention. “Master Shouto! You’re back early, you received summons from the palace as both aliases, what do we...” The teenager trails off before brightening again, Sero freezing as something cold radiates beside him.

Before a burning fire demon and yet it felt like all the warm had been sucked away, a shiver running down his spine as he looked up at the source of the drop in temperature and he feels himself freeze further.

Apparently, he had met Shouto after all.

It was the man from the alley way, the man who swept him off his feet and into the air, had let him float onto a balcony, kissed his knuckles and called him his. He’d not only met Shouto, he’d also been haunted by the man for the past thirty six hours, the curiosity over what it had all meant dying on his tongue as he remembered his bitterness from yesterday. It was Shouto’s fault he was in this predicament, Sero having only made the mistake of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Obedience isn’t like you.” A quiet quip, a light laugh in his voice as the sound of a gas stove seems to increasing in volume, Sero throwing himself further into cooking so he didn’t become lost in that voice all over again. Flip the bacon? Check. Add the eggs? Check. Empty shells lay on the edge of the hearth, the sizzle of opaquing whites an all too welcome distraction as the wizard spoke again, this time addressing Sero. “And you are?”

“Oh! That’s Sero.” Midoriya chirps in, Sero thankful for the teenager’s interruption, still not entirely sure of what he wanted to say to the wizard. ‘Thank you for saving me, by the way, I appreciate that the price of not being mugged was being a pensioner’ was too angry, too antagonistic for this time in the morning, smiling at the memory of his grandmother telling him that aggression should not be spoken before breakfast, least they sour the food.

“Here let me-”

“No.” His voice is firm, the silence in the kitchen stifling, as Sero looks up at the wizard, look as set as his tone, tightening his grip on the panhandle, challenging the other to try and take it from him. “I don’t trust people who let their kitchen be this messy to cook for me.” Maybe his new found age had made him too bold, watching shock overtake Shouto’s face before he’s laughing behind his hand again.

“Okay, that’s fair.” He leaves Sero’s side then, scooping up the eggshells and moving them closer to Bakugou, turning on his heel to busy himself with something behind the old man. A clatter of ceramic, the whistle of a boiling kettle and the awed curiosity from Midoriya that spilled from his lips like a waterfall, Shouto answering every single one with patience.

Maybe the rumours were incorrect after all, Sero surmises, turning to the table, pan in hand, to find a corner haphazardly cleared, for how many Casanovas spent their time answering a multitude of questions on the properties of rosehip tea from a teenager that was made of curiosity and wonder. He’s barely taken three steps when Shouto is by his side again, strangely reminiscent of the alleyway only this time the cold hand is on his shoulder, not his waist, the warm hand brushing over his own holding the pan before gripping it just above the towel.

Why wasn’t that burning his hand? “Here, let me.”  It’s difficult to not listen to what that voice, kitchen towel falling to the floor with a dull thump, hand slipping from his shoulder to the middle of his back to give an encouraging push forward. Midoriya is in the middle of pouring tea when he takes his seat, eyebrows raising in mild disbelief at the small bowl he is given in place of a cup, noting that the makeshift cups for both Shouto and Deku seem to be in a similar state of not being remotely cup or mug shaped.

Plate of food slide towards him, Sero nearly drops his head into his hands as Midoriya offers him a selection of two spoons and a fork, commenting a little awkwardly that he could only have one as ‘the rest are dirty’, Sero taking the fork, making sure to wipe it on his shirt before trusting it enough near his food. He’d been through the wastes and slept in this shirt yet he still trusted it more than this kitchen area.

“So, is there a reason why you’re in my kitchen, Sero?” His voice isn’t accusatory, just a gentle curiosity that takes Sero by surprise and renders him off guard. Shouldn’t he be more annoyed by this? Was a random man that much of a common occurrence in his home that he found no need to question it or was it something else? He daren’t entertain the idea that Shouto not only knew he was cursed but could see him as he actually was.

“I’m your new house keeper, Bakugou hired me.” There’s a choked noise from the hearth, Sero once again questioning where this boldness came from, focusing on looking at the cooling eggs as opposed to giving Shouto any form of visual acknowledgement. He’s going to end up in more trouble, the wave of confidence that came in the form of believing things couldn’t get worse seeming to have dried out already.

Things could get worse. There was still so much he could lose.

“It would be nice to have a more organised kitchen.” It’s Midoriya that speaks now, contemplative, Sero biting back a laugh at the offended noise from Shouto, feeling more at ease. He’s not sure what it is, something about the green haired boy is putting him at ease, the tension that was slowly building in his shoulders slipping away just as easily as it came. “Would probably stop customers commenting on everything.”

The younger pair slip into easy conversation, mostly one sided as Midoriya talked of practicalities within their art of magic, Shouto only offering the odd word here and there in either agreement of dismissal, Sero tuning out the conversation easily enough. Where would he even begin with a place like this? Eyes flicking from the pile of books and parchment before him, to the dire state of the sideboards, looking past Shouto to look at the hearth, grimacing. He hasn’t known Bakugou long but he already knows cleaning the mountains of ash and charcoal from the hearth was going to be an endeavour in and of itself. Maybe he should save that for last.

“Sero?” He jumps at his name, looking back to the magical pair and finding them both looking at him, Sero blinking owlishly under the mix of concerned and humoured looks. Why did Shouto look like that? What had he missed? “I asked you what was in your pocket.”

His pocket?

Wrinkled hands pat trouser pockets, bemusement clear as day when something crinkles under his touch, slipping his hand into his pocket to find a note. How long had that been there? These had been fresh out of the drawer when he’d put them on, his only handling of paper when he left the note for Mina and Uraraka, eyeing the purple note warily before placing it in Shouto’s extended, expectant hand.

Paper touches skin. Paper explodes into blue flame and ash, hands recoiling at the flash of heat as intricate details scorch themselves into the table, Sero quickly checking his hand for any burns before looking to Shouto, no longer weird in his welcome but aggravated, a tension building in his shoulders, something about the expression seeming weirdly familiar but Sero couldn’t place why.

The silence stretches as a pale hand presses against the table, the smell of acrid, burnt flesh filling the air as blue fire sparked to life around Shouto’s hand. Sighing deeply, Shout stands, the mark on the table gone and the hand that had been on the table now cradled to his chest, the remainder of his tea downed, his half eaten plate of food dumped into Bakugou’s flames.

“Move the castle seventy miles north, I’ll be needing hot water too.”

It’s Midoriya who first breaks the silence at the table, Bakugou cursing up a storm towards Shouto in the background as he turned to Sero, a set look on his face that the teenager was failing to not show as threatening. “Are you working for Dabi?” His voice is low, Sero growing more confusion at the sudden tension. He hadn’t known who Shouto was until about ten minutes ago, how was he supposed to know who this Dabi was?

“Kid I have no idea who Da-”

“Pass that on to little Shouto, would you.”

Something snaps in him then. A white boiling rage that was so out of character for him that it threatened to suffocate him. Dabi. Dabi was the man following Shouto. Dabi was the bastard who had done this to him. Slamming his hand on the table, he barely feels the pain from the impact, Midoriya jumping back from him and even Bakugou stops his tirade against Shouto.

“I do not work for Dabi.” He spat his name out like it was poison. “He’s the reason I-”

His lips seal, a pain developing in his vocal cords as he tried to speak of the curse, tried to tell the increasingly panicked looking teenager about how he wasn’t in his seventies but twenty four, how he’d been cursed for just being seen with his master. Sero’s attempts to speak of his predicament end with an angry sob, coughs wracking his sore throat, a warm hand rubbing his back as another cup of tea was slid towards him, the comfort Midoriya offered welcome but doing little to ease his mood.

“I don’t work for Dabi.” He repeated softly, the floral tea providing another performative sense of comfort, warming his old bones and easing the physical aches and pains that plagued him.

“I know, I’m sorry I asked.”

[pa-panda-heroes]

The “Two” of Us ; Bakugou x Reader Songfic

An anoni requested this a while back, and now here we are ^v^ I was really nervous about it, but @queensynderella was so kind as to beta read this for me! Many, many thanks to you, Allie! Sincerely! I literally wouldn’t have posted it otherwise because I was so nervous OTL

Warning: Slight language (Kacchan swears like twice), kinda sorta sad/angsty but kinda sorta fluffy!

Song: “Two” by Sleeping at Last

Edit because i’m a silly bean and forgot word count: 1,671 words

Sweetheart, you look a little tired

You could faintly hear the sound of rain pattering against your windows, flicking through the channels on TV and trying to find something to watch. Even shows you’d normally enjoy weren’t appealing. You’d pick up your phone and try to find entertainment on it if it weren’t for the articles strewn everywhere about Bakugou Katsuki, the pro hero with an infamous temper and a volatile quirk. You knew him as something entirely different. Someone you could go to for a good cry, or someone who could cheer you up by just being around. He was also someone who had his own feelings, too. It wasn’t uncommon, as a hero, for him to feel down and unappreciated for the things he does, the things he sacrifices for the public. 

Lighting struck and thunder soon followed, and while the sudden boom gave your heart and body a fright, it was probably the twelfth  time you’d heard it in the past hour. Needless to say, you couldn’t bring yourself to think about it. Although, you did hope not to lose power.

A knock at your door nearly made you jump out of your skin, though, and you jumped up to go answer it. The knock had been loud but... weak somehow. 

When did you last eat? Come in and call yourself right at home Stay as long as you need

You looked through the peephole and instantly your fingers were fumbling with the locks and doorknob to let the unexpected visitor in, your brows furrowing out of concern all the while. As soon as the door is open, he lets himself in without a word. 

Tell me, is something wrong? If something’s wrong, you can count on me You know I’ll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat

“Katsuki, are you alright?” you ask, watching him kick off his shoes. He pauses at your question for probably a second or two, then shrugs. 

“I’ll be fine. Long day at work, ya know?”

It’s okay if you can’t find the words Let me take your coat And this weight on your shoulders

He begins to shrug off his coat, but you jump in and help him, taking it and hanging it on the rack as he makes his way to your living area. You knew damn good and well that “I’ll be fine” meant “I’m not fine right now, but I don’t want to worry you because I just want it to pass.” It was better than when he would cover and say he’s fine, which was initially a bad habit you lectured him on who knows how many times. You eventually got him to be more honest up front. You wanted to help him, give him everything, but he wouldn’t let you.

You follow him to the couch and sit next to his left as he picks up your new habit of flicking through channels mindlessly. You sit close to him and wrap your arm around his while resting your cheek on his shoulder, but he doesn’t react. 

Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss I will love you with every single thing I have

You considered pushing him into the shower while you ran a hot bath for him, or possibly getting food for him to eat, be it home cooked or take-out. But you knew he wouldn’t be quick to accept being coddled or spoiled. 

Like a tidal wave, I’ll make a mess Or calm waters, if that serves you best I will love you without any strings attached

He stopped at a news channel - at least it looked like one, until you read the phrase “Bakugou Katsuki. Pro Hero name: Ground Zero. Ill-Tempered Hero, or Soon-To-Be-Villain?” A lump developed in your throat and you felt him tense before the TV screen went black. 

“They did this shit in high school, and they just don’t wanna let it go. Assholes!” he hissed, setting the remote down on the coffee table roughly. “So what if I yell sometimes? Yeah, I get mad. Who doesn’t!”

Ah, that must be it. Articles, headlines, and gossip like that had suddenly began circulating recently, but despite that you hoped he’d ignore it or wouldn’t happen to see. Apparently he has. 

“What they say doesn’t matter,” you say, not matching his volume yet voice remaining firm, “You know why? They’re only looking for a good headline and online attention. It’s all money, no matter who they have to degrade.”

It’s okay if you can’t catch your breath You can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest.

Katsuki finally looked at you, and you sat upright to give him a gentle grin. It had crossed his mind countless times whether or not they’d brought you into their little mess, or if they had harassed you with interview requests. He knew undoubtedly that it bothered you, too, being his lover. You were right - what they said didn’t matter much - albeit it was extremely frustrating - but that did. Katsuki knew by your texts throughout the day that something was off-centre about you.

I know exactly how the rule goes Put my mask on first No, I don’t want to talk about myself 

But you’d put his feelings first. You were always griping at him about his feelings, yet you put yours on the back burner for him.

Tell me where it hurts I just want to build you up, build you up ‘Til you’re good as new One day I will get around to fixing myself, too

The pro hero before you leaned in to give a tiny, almost shy kiss to your forehead before resting his hand on the back of your neck to pull you in further. His chin rested atop your head, his hand remaining on your nape still. “Hey, tell me. And be honest. It bothers you, doesn’t it?” he queried hoarsely. ‘Tell me where it hurts,’ he thought.

“I’d be lying if I said no, obviously.” You fumbled with your thumbs, trying to find the right words, while he leaned back to look you in the eyes. “It bothers me that they paint you as a demonic hero or villain in-the-making, because I know you’re neither of those things. But at the same time, it doesn’t bother me because I know you’re not like that. Does that make sense? I don’t think it-“

He interrupted you with an uncharacteristically sweet and calm kiss, albeit a short one, and then pulled back with a minuscule appreciative grin. “I get it, idiot.”

“Okay, I wasn’t done!” you protest, wriggling your nose. “It doesn’t bother me that much because I also know that you’re constantly putting yourself at risk and endangering your life. And for civilians who are sometimes quicker to be afraid of you than they are to thank you, at that.”

Katsuki’s face drops and he’s quick to look away, but you run your fingers through his spiky hair anyway as he lets you go on. 

“I know heroes get a lot of publicity and fan clubs, but they don’t seem to care about the hero’s mental and physical well-being very often,” you continue. “Not many take the hero’s feelings into consideration, which is why articles and whatnot trashing them are frustrating.”

The look on his face hasn’t changed from downtrodden much, and for a second you think you’re making him feel worse. Because he knows you’re right. Being a hero can be thankless work sometimes. 

I don’t even know where to start Already tired of trying to recall when it all fell apart I just want to love you, to love you, to love you well I just want to learn how, somehow, to be loved myself

“I’m telling you this because I do,” you say, your voice almost a whisper and breathy. “I know you better than anyone, and I know you’re human just like the rest of us, with human emotions. I know you didn’t become a hero just to get praise and attention.”

He finally looks back at you, and you smile wide, letting the gesture and the fond look in your eyes emphasize what you’ll say next. But you won’t say anything before your hand is dotingly caressing his cheek, your thumb grazing his cheekbone. “I know you’ll do whatever you can to save someone, and above all that, I know I love you so much.”

It’s almost as if your mere words blew the weight off his shoulders when they sink and his posture relaxes. “Thank you,” seems to be all he can bring himself to say.

Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss I will love you without any strings attached And what a privilege it is to love A great honor to hold you up

Katsuki shakes his head, clearly not at you, and shows you a soft, almost barely there smile. “I love you...

“Idiot.”

“Hey!” You slap his arm at the “insult,” and he chuckles at the contact.

Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss

The two of you just sat there, listening to the rain and thunder and ignoring the bright flashes of light coming through the window. All that exists in the world, in this moment, is you and Katsuki. The two of you as one.

I will love you with every single thing I have Like a tidal wave, I’ll make a mess

Katsuki brings you close to his chest, a slight warmth emanating off his body.

Or calm waters, if that serves you best I will love you without any strings attached

You accept and reciprocate the embrace without hesitation, sighing into his shirt. 

“I’m always gonna love you, no matter what. Got that, Kacchan?”

I will love you without any strings attached

“I do, as long as you know that I’m always gonna love you, y/n.”

[twinkies-posts]

Starving

Warning⚠️⚠️, self harming, self hating, NSFW ,breakdown, mental illness

Aizawa, Aminardla [you] , todoroki, medoria, bakugou, shinso

Every body knew about it

How she was so afraid of eating, every one saw how she act around food...she looks like some who want to eat .. she skip dessert and never finish her food

Actually no one knows the real reason...is it because her mom is a model? Is she forced not to eat?

All they know was that she needed food

She walked in the class , 1A .. she never wanted to be a damn hero ...not at all..she hate humans why should she save them?

But after all, she was so good

Maybe as good as bakugou

Her powers were different..so different

She had 2 not just one as usual , she can control the shadows to serve her , they can hurt people and sometimes kill

The second thing was that she had poison..she couldn't use it all the time but when she did it cause a killing pain to the poisoned person

Aizawa knew she was dangerous although she didn't really kill anyone until now

So it was a rainy day , she ate too much last night

That's the reasons she have a new scare...her mom saw her eating that candy medoria gave her , she got so angry that she burned a spot on her stomach so she never do that again

Thinking of it , Aminardla was shaking and crying by now...she is so hungry but she will be punished if she eate her breakfast

She walk to her closet, taking the UA uniform and wear it with a tight Belt under her shirt to cover up her stomach, she thought she was so fucking fat but she is just 49kg , And she is turning 19! Her height is 180cm for God's sake

She was super skinny that people sometimes can't see her !!!

She took a breath , collected her stuff and walked out to the breakfast table where her mom was eating the breakfast

She looked at the food and she tried to take an apple but her mom immediately slapped her hands away

"CAN'T YOU SEE HOW FAT ARE YOU? AND YOU DARE COMING HERE TO EAT!!!"

She was right, Aminardla think...she was fat and ugly ..

"I am sorry mom I...I didn't mean to"

She whispered

"Go now , you will miss your school..and you will miss the gym after like that"

She nodded and walked away, walking all the way to the school

Her stomach hurts..she is starving.

When she intered the class room she walked to her desk, Aizawa will be here in any minute

She was staring at her shaking hands , she deserves all of this..

She felt the tears in her eyes, that was when she felt that hand on her shoulder

"Aminardla...we are worried"

Todorokis voice het her ears

"Worried about what? I am totally fine shoto"

She smiled looking at him

"You sure? You look sick...you don't have to do this ..you can leave her ..she hurts you so bad"

"You worries too much shoto I am fine.. "

She smiled, her eyes were screaming the opposite but she was smiling like it doesn't hurt at all

Like she is not dying

"Pleas save me...anyone...I can't handel this no more"

She was screaming but there was no voice...it hurts so bad

Aizawa walked in so shoto returned to his seat

She was not listening to what Aizawa was saying, she could pearly focus..

The voices around her and those in her mind were driving her totally crazy

SHE IS HAVING A BREAKDOWN

"Pleas help me...stop them .. if can't..."

She wasn't able to breathe right so her raised her hands immediately

"Mr Aizawa, can I go to the bathroom?"

"Don't be late , we will start training soon"

He said quietly and she nodded and got up with her bag , in no time she was in bathroom

Crying hard because of the pain, the burn hurt som much .. she is starving...she can't breathe

The voices is louder now

"Fucking disappoiment, your mom will never be proud of you...look how fat and stupid you are..and you dare to ask about food? You are nothing...you deserve all of this pain..you should have died"

Her Gasps were loud , trying to breathe

Shaking..lonely and cold and hungry..no one will ever love her .. she is so fat ..

She started to hurt herself with that little knife she has in her bag

Her hands are shaking and she hurt herself over and over again, her hands are covered with blood

Everything stopped at one point, he walked in

Her shirt was not closed, she wasn't wearing her Belt either.. her stomach and her bra was the thing he was when he opened the bathroom on her

For a moment he stood there staring at those burns all over her stomach

God..THAT HAPPENED TO HIM BEFORE...he never expected the same thing to happen to her

Todoroki liked her since midal school, she us smart funny strong and attractive..she helped him so much but she never asked for help

She collapsed at his look , thinking he is disgusted

But he walked to her , he wasn't good with emotions so he hugged her

"It's okay kitten, I am here now .. cry if you want...no one will hurt you anymore"

For the first time someone was there in the middle of her breakdown

"Don't leave me please.. I am fat ugly and stupid but please .. I can't anymore...I am dying...it hurts so much todoroki I can't handel it"

She cried even more

"Who the fuck told you this?"

He talked quietly but he was so angry, SHE is everything he ever wanted , how can anyone be that mean to an angel like her?

"That the reason you weren't eating? That's why you weren't sleeping and you were stressing yourself so bad?"

He talked, playing with her soft hair

"I am sorry .. "

She whispered , his shirt was wet now because of her tears

"Look at me , kitty hay...look at me love"

He said, bushing her away so he can watch her eyes

Those eyes that was covered by lenses

She was forced to cover them, her mom thought her that they were ugly and so unattractive

"I know how scared you are now , I know you are starving and you feel like you are dying..I am here now bby... you are NOT ugly. . I love everything about you..your hair , smile, Real eyes...your beautiful soul..how smart and attractive you are..you are not fat , I don't care if you even were... you are beautiful for me.. you know why?"

She calmed down a little.

"W...why?"

She asked, staring at his eyes

"Because I love you Aminardla , I don't care about the scars or about your body. M.i love this beautiful soul...I can't help but love you.. every single detail about you..what you hate what you love how you eat how you laugh...just you...it have always been you .. it will ALWAYS be you , kitten"

She stopped breathing, he...loves her?...he think she is smart beautiful and attractive? He thinks she is...skinny..

"I..."

"Don't say anything for now bby , let me Heals your wounds okay? Then we can skip training and have a good thing to eat..is that okay?"

"My mom will...hurt me again if I ate"

She whispered looking at the ground

"You think I will let her ? She will not even touch you again"

He said kissing her hand softly

"You won't leave me? You promise?"

He smiled softly wiping the tears away

"I promise with my life kitten"

And she smiled just a little, laying her face to his touch

"I trust you ..."

After that he Healed her wounds and made sure she is warm by ginger his jacket

He hold her hands softly

"It's okay now" he walked with her

Everything next was soft , how he feed her well , took good care of her

She even had her first chocolate pice ever!

Of course he had to talk to Aizawa, who talked to the police

She is 18, she can do what she wants

She had no where to live but her mom's house

So , Aizawa offered something

"I have a place, i can take care of you if it's okay .. I can't handel seeing children hurt , especially my children"

She smiled , they all were his children..all the 1A class was his children and even when he act cold he still love everyone here

"I would love to"

She whispered and he smiled

"Welcome to the family"

...

Extra:

It took todoroki, Aizawa and shinso _ since he is her brother now _ a whole year to make her eat in the Wright way , she was better by now

With a true family who loves her and too many friends who takes care of her

And a lover like todoroki, that was all she needed

Of course her mom was angry when the police took her away,now she pretend like she Never had a daughter

But it's okay cause her new family love her

It's okay , she don't need to hide anymore

The end.

So all I wanted to say is ,love your children the way they are, stop forcing them to be like you want them! Stop hurting them...it's not fair for you both

For anyone who had trouble like this , I am so proud of you

You don't have to be like they want you to be, it's okay to be yourself..I love you unconditionally bby , just hold on a little for me💛

You are doing great 🥺💛

...

I take requests💕

[gallickingun]

I hope you don't mind me asking... How did you get followers? I want to start my own blog but I want to make sure I can reach audiences I want to reach. I don't have any friends who know I write, and honestly I'm not sure I'd want them to read my works anyway. I get embarrassed easily. It's much easier for me to talk to someone that I don't have a face for. Does that make sense? Probably not. But how did you start your adventure here?

I want to preface this with follower count can make sense, or it can’t. I’ve made friends with some of the most amazing, most talented writers who have less than a thousand followers. I’ve made friends with amazing, talented writers who have thousands of followers. I genuinely don’t know how to trick the algorithm into listening to you, haha, but just know that numbers don’t equal talent; popularity does not always equal skill. So please, even if you don’t have the high follower count of someone else, don’t let it discourage you from writing! Everyone starts somewhere, and everyone grows differently. 

But, I’ve found that it all depends on who you write for, what you write, and how often you write. 

Who you write for: Bakugou is one of the most popular characters. I truly didn’t know this when I entered the fandom, but it was really what got me started on the upward climb. I’m by no means a big blogger, lol, but I know that writing for Bakugou was what helped me out initially. He was originally the only character who I could write for because he was my favorite and I hadn’t really gotten too far into the show. I think the same goes for other fandoms - if you write for the more popular characters, who have more content in demand because they have more fans, you’re more likely to gain more followers. 

DISCLAIMER: Do not let this keep you from writing for other characters who are less popular, if you prefer to write for them. Content is needed for all characters! I am desperate for some Sugawara content, but he’s not one of the more popular characters that people write for (see: Kuroo, Ushiwaka, Bokuto, Oikawa, Iwa, and Akaashi). If we only focus on the popular characters, the ones that get us the most growth, but those aren’t the characters we love, the content can seem disingenuous, if that makes sense. I got lucky by Bakugou being my favorite. But like, when I try to push out Kaminari content, I find that it’s a real struggle for me because I don’t necessarily vibe with Kaminari as a character. The same goes in reverse. If the minor characters have your heart, but you try to force out content for the popular characters, it can be tough to write and come across like you don’t really want to write it. Write who you want to write! 

What you write: This is a really big deal right now, but I’m just gonna say it lol. NSFW gets more notes. I don’t say that to force you into writing NSFW content - I actually had never read/written NSFW content until this past March, and I’m 22, going on 23. Originally, when I decided to start writing, I wanted to be NSFW-free, but some stuff changed in life and in writing and I chose to make the change.

Also, I’ve found for each fandom, different things are more prevalent. For instance, the BNHA fandom seems to do a lot of AU’s and full length fics, but the Haikyuu!! fandom seems to do more traditional works that follow canon and then the content itself is mostly headcanons and short scenarios. I think you have to find what works for you and write it to the best of your ability. I suck at headcanons, I’ve never really been able to do them and they stress me out. So I stick to full length fics. I know this means I’ll do better in one fandom versus the other, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to start only doing headcanons just because it’s what’s popular. 

DISCLAIMER: This does NOT mean that just because someone wrote 10k words of smut, that it’s better or more involved than your 10k words of fluff/angst/domestic/etc. writing. Unfortunately, there are horn dogs out there who are especially touch starved during quarantine. It doesn’t make anyone better or worse because they choose to write about being naked versus being clothed. Please don’t let this discourage you from writing SFW-only writing, as there are tons of people out there who are just as desperate for some comfort fics about cuddling completely clothed. 

How often you write: When I first started, I had a lot more time on my hands and was able to pump out content much quicker. I grew pretty rapidly in a short period of time because I was able to consistently put out content. Since I’ve gotten more busy and my mental illness has reared it’s ugly head, I’ve not been able to write as much and I can tell my follower count growth had tapered off. But the pace in which you post content generally helps increase your follower count, because people know that you will continuously feed them with the goods! Sometimes it might be good to set a schedule so others know when you’ll be posting - say a new fic every Friday? Or sometimes it can be good to keep your followers engaged with thirst posts (SFW or NSFW), or specific nights where you do events that focus on a certain character or genre. 

DISCLAIMER: DO NOT FORCE YOURSELF TO PUSH OUT CONTENT. Please be aware within your own self what your limits are. Just because one writer can sit at home and push out tons of short scenarios and drabbles during the day, but you can’t, doesn’t mean either of you are doing anything wrong. It just means that one person has a different availability than you. I don’t really do thirst posts a ton in the same respect that others do them, because I know that I’ll want to write a whole fic out of the couple of sentences that my followers might send in. However, there are many others within the fandom that can respond with a few paragraphs that take a few minutes to type out. It doesn’t mean that they’re better than me and I’m a horrible writer, it just means that in this area, they’re more skilled or have more time. 

Also, don’t be afraid to tag people and send out DMs! I promise your writer idols are not nearly as scary as you think they are. And they’re probably just as excited to get a DM from you as you are to talk to them! I was really hesitant to reach out to anyone before, because I never really did much chatting in other fandoms, but the anime fandoms I’ve been apart of have been very kind and welcoming, and helpful! I made some of my closest friends because I tagged them in my works or I joined a server with them in it, or I read their stuff and reached out to them to fangirl over it. Don’t be afraid to reach out, even if you just keep the conversation focused on your writing, it’ll still be worth it in the end! The worst thing that could happen is they don’t reply or the conversation fizzles out. Either way, you will have made a connection, and blasted one another with some serotonin.

Remember to take breaks. Take a hiatus every once and a while! Take some time for yourself to recharge. If this begins to feel like a job, like an obligation, and you feel yourself dragging your feet just to put out content, please step back and reevaluate. This is a hobby, it’s supposed to be fun. Once it stops being fun, take a breather and reassess what you’re doing. Sometimes this means closing requests, sometimes this means opening requests, sometimes this means participating in collab fics, sometimes this means disconnecting entirely. This is just tumblr, in the end, and you should be able to take care of yourself first rather than pinning yourself into a corner to try and post content for the sake of your followers. In the end, everyone wants you to be happy and healthy, so you can put your best foot forward in life and in your hobbies. So please, for the love of everything, take a break every now and then. Disconnect, recharge, and regroup. 

I also had a blog before this one, my main, so I’ve been on tumblr for eight year prior to this. I’m not going to even claim that I begin to understand how this hellsite works, but I will say that I’ve been writing on here for a while now, since way back to my band blog days. Eventually you just write what you want to write, and chat with your followers and your friends, and you’ll grow organically. When you start to pressure yourself over it, it can become like a cloud looming over you, and then when you don’t perform up to your preset standards, it might be a little disappointing. Follower milestones are cool to want to achieve and celebrate, but don’t pour all your focus into them. For the most part, I use milestones for celebration events to give back to my followers, or to set goals for myself like opening commissions! But they don’t determine my worth as a writer, because sometimes the tumblr algorithm is more giving to some rather than others.

Whew, this was a doozy. But I hope it helped! Some of these answers might come off a little crass, but I’m just trying to be honest. Don’t let anything deter you from doing whatever the hell you wanna do.

You wanna write that rarepair? DO IT. You wanna write character x character? DO IT. You wanna write about your Original Characters? DO IT. 

Whatever it is you want to do, do it! And have a helluva time doing it 💕

[mononyann]

a while back people requested that i share some of my headcanons for certain bnha characters, so here's some of the characters that i did

Shota Aizawa

- he absolutely has at LEAST 3 cats, he spoils the heck out of them too. that's why he's always eating those gel packs... he spends too much on his cats.

- he really does love his class. and we all know honey??? u haven't expelled any of them. ur soft for them ok.

- he likes to sleep with his cats bc he gets lonely at night... he will not admit it, but he likes having someone/something there :)

- he has reuccuring nightmares about the usj attack and how he could have failed to save his students

- has a very low alcohol tolerance and often ends up getting dragged back to his apartment by mic or midnight when they go out whilst he rambles and whines the entire time

- he hates crying and tries his best to keep his emotions held in, he's only cried in front of a select few people

- he tries not to let others opinions on him rule his life and tends to block it out if someone hates him

- he doesn't know it, but he is the entirety of class 1-a's dad.

- he really likes tea, and dislikes sweets

- as you would expect, he takes his coffee black

Hanta Sero

- he really likes kpop! he stans multiple groups and really wants to attend a concert

- though he seems really chill on the outside, he's actually quite sensitive and has some self confidence issues

- he loves being around people and finds that he gets his energy from being around those he loves

- definitely into e-boy fashion, and he is open about it

- pierced his own ears at 3 am and called kaminari crying about how he screwed it up

- he actually likes to draw a lot in his free time, it's very relaxing. he puts on some nice low-fi music and draws for hours

- he hasn't had many crushes in his life and doesn't find romance to be a big issue currently, but he's open to anything

- accidentally taped his hamster to the ceiling in 2nd grade, he didn't mean to and cried for hours (the hamster was ok)

Nemuri Kayama

- she is a BRO, she likes to crack a cold one open with the boys on the weekends

- she is bisexual and thinks everyone is beautiful in their own unique ways

- most likely talks shit about her coworkers to her classes

- she thinks children are adorable and loves them, often scaring them with her enthusiasm

- very touchy, she loves hugs and will probably not pass up a chance to use you as an armrest if she has the chance

- she secretly worries about aizawa a lot and is scared that he lets the past effect him too much

- did you guys know she has a cat?!

- i like to think she and mic are like... EPIC bros, she loves to paint his nails and do his hair while gossiping with him (aizawa would NEVER let her do this to him lmao)

- she isn't a mom, but finds the idea of having her own children very nice, for now having a cat will suffice

- she enjoys trying to make all might flustered, she thinks his reactions to things are always very cute and funny (it's all in good fun!)

- she's the mom friend! though she may seem very sexual, which she undoubtedly is, she is also very caring and has a very nuturing motherly personality, she's a lot more than just fanservice !!!!!

Todoroki Shoto

- completely oblivious when it comes to love... he doesn't even understand his own crushes

- "of course you can borrow my credit card uraraka" *pulls out endeavors card which he sneakily took*

- would be the person to tell a child that their pet guinea pig didn't go to heaven and be confused when they start sobbing... like "what... don't be honest?"

- allows his friends to huddle up to his warm side when they are cold

- is confused when people show him copious amounts of love and affection

- he would beat up anyone if they tried to do ANYTHING bad to midoriya

- he wants more friends. he really is enjoying meeting new people and having some new friends at ua!

- he gives really good hugs, he doesn't try to hug you too tight, but he doesn't half ass it either, very nice and warm

- he hates his scar. like. a lot. he wants to cover it up so bad but it just doesn't work. he's afraid it'll make other people scared of him.

Shinsou Hitoshi

- loves patd! and fall out boy, a brendon urie STAN

- loves to kiss his kitties on the forehead but dreads human interaction

- he loves to squish his cats' toebeans... he takes pictures of them and posts them to his secret cat social media acc

- he is gay but doesn't know how to feel about it and/or come out, he's really nervous and doesn't trust people to accept him

- he doesn't smile often but when he does it's the cutest thing ever

- he secretly really likes deku and kaminari and is hesitant about accepting their friendship, but appreciates the gestures a lot

- he suffers with social anxiety and doesn't really know how to make friends very well??? like, in middle school people were total dickbags to him so he kinda just closed himself off and decided he was gonna like... not make friends, but now that there's nice people around him he just kind of- doesn't know how

- this is actually canon! but he feels guilty about having to manipulate people when he uses his quirk, during the 4th school briefs book he feels guilty when he overhears midoriya and ojiro talking about him using his quirk during the sports festival, and he's like "i wish ojiro would say something rude about me to show he's angry so i wouldn't have to feel so guilty about this" since ojiro showed no ill feelings towards him

Izuku Midoriya

- "hold on I'll go get a blanket!" *opens closet* *thousands of all might figurines tumble out*

- watches cat vine compilations until 2 am, than freaks out when he realizes it is 2 am

- very good with children!

- used to be very self conscious about his freckles bc of bakugou insulting them; hid them with concealer for a while until someone told him they were beautiful

- loves his momma so muchhh he would do anything for her, he likes to surprise her with small favors to see her happy

- does not understand the concept of letting people handle their own problems

- stays after to class to offer his teachers help

- he has a lot of self doubts and is still struggling to this day to come to terms with the fact that he is worthy of having one for all

- he wants to learn how to cook for his mom and friends

Kyoka Jirou

- she is a lesbian!!!!! she has a crush on momo but is completely convinced that it's unrequited

- struggled with judgmental kids in middle school because of her sexual identity and style

- gets very easily flustered by anyone complimenting her

- that one person sitting at the back of the bus with their earbuds blasting full volume

- was a GOD at guitar hero

- acts like she's fed up with kaminari's (which she can be sometimes), but truly he's one of the people she can trust the most. she secretly appreciates the way he hypes up her talents and how he really helps her through the day sometimes!

- she loves heroes so much... when she was a little girl and didn't know what to do she'd ask herself "what would my favorite heroes do!?"

- she also secretly buys hero merch but hides it in fear of her being seen as sappy

Amajiki Tamaki

- would have trouble standing up for himself but if he sees ANYONE messing with mirio he WILL throw hands

- likes to watch bob ross videos when hes feeling anxious

- he once went to a butterfly museum with his parents and cried out of joy when one landed on his nose

- leaves food out for strays in his neighborhood, ends up attracting an entire hoard of animals.

- he can paint very nicely, he began to paint after he discovered bob ross

- mirio then saw his paintings and showed the entire class to tamaki's dismay, but everyone absolutely LOVED them!!!

- every day he becomes more and more capable and sure of himself, he is still very anxious, but he's learning to open up and embrace his talents <3

- he really loves to listen to music and any time he's not around others he'll probably have earbuds in, gently swaying back and forth to whatever he has on

- nejire loves to try out new hairstyles on him, and strangely enough, tamaki lets her, he loves it when people play with his hair

Shirakumo Oboro

- shares one collective braincell with mic

- that one person that brings EVERYONE valentine treats on valentines day at school

- most likely plays ding dong ditch

- *draws stick figure* "ah yes. just like van goh" (he cannot draw)

- hates to see his friends (and even random strangers upset) and will go out of his way to do dumb things to make them smile

- probably played soccer

- he's a massive flirt and likes to believe he will become a stereotypical anime protagonist with a massive harem

- he really wants to see aizawa come out of his shell more and tries his best to encourage him to see the best in everything

- he has most likely worn a schoolgirl uniform to class once

- he's very affectionate and loves to hug his friends (even if they don't want hugs), it's his way of showing he likes people

Hizashi Yamada

- he lives off of caffeine. he is a teacher, pro hero, and radio show host, im honestly not sure how he does it

- gives out stickers when students get the correct answer in class and has class parties when they are well behaved for the semester

- just like everyone else, he has his own turmoil as well, he likes to stay busy because it prevents him from having a lot of time to dwell on the past

- he gives really good hugs, and loves to feel the touch of others, it's very comforting to him

- was probably pretty troublesome when he was very young while he learned to get control of his quirk

- overall a really happy and excitable guy, he loves being the center of attention and if he can make people happy by being what he is, that's awesome!

- he shows his appreciation for people in odd ways, but he always means good, even if his wild antics can be a bit stressful lol

- he likes to sing a lot and does it a bunch when he's alone, he can also play a lot of instruments

- he can be very serious if needed, he does often put on a persona when he's present mic

- when he's hizashi (out of hero persona) he's even more of a dork than usual, very goofy, awkward and pouty. a manchild.

OK so I reached my image limit, if u guys wanna see the rest I might post some more later PLUS feel free to request some in my asks, I don't really know how all that stuff works bc I'm kinda new to Tumblr but ILL FIGURE IT OUT