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I Could Be A Good Mother, and I Wanna Be Your Wife

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Class 1A is given the surprise task of caring for baby dolls. Everyone is randomly paired up in two’s, and it’s just your luck that you get your crush as a partner.

Warnings: Bakugou may be a little ooc but I don’t care

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 6,512

Disclaimer: Reader is kept as diverse as possible but wears a skirt, uses the girls locker room, has long enough hair to run fingers through, calls herself ‘mother’, being able to birth a child, and was originally written with a fem aligned person in mind. This is safe for poc, and plus size readers. The majority of the fic is also safe for trans women readers but the bonus at the end is not. (Y/N) is used only once.

Important info before you read‼️

This fic was written originally with an OC of mine in mind, however, most people don’t read Canon x OC and while I normally wouldn’t care and wrote one anyway, I am very proud of this and want as many people to read it as possible and hopefully enjoy it. So with that in mind, I took out any describing factors and her name but I did keep some of her backstory and her quirk. If that bothers you, you can move on but I hope you read it anyway because I’m very proud of this.

Also, there is another OC of mine in this story, Usagi. She’s not integral to the plot and has no speaking roles. I had to add her to keep the class even, otherwise someone would’ve been a single parent.

Any feedback is very welcome and appreciated!

Title is inspired by ‘not a lot, just forever’ by Adrianna Lenker but the fic is unrelated.

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It was a Monday, a few weeks after the majority of Class 1A got their provisional hero licenses when Midnight and Recovery Girl entered the classroom. Aizawa had taken it upon himself to snuggle up in his yellow sleeping bag and take a nap after introducing the two women, leaving them to explain what today’s class is.

The students expected Midnight, considering she had taught a few of their classes before, but there were murmurs of why the school nurse was there.

“Listen up boys and girls! We have a very special and unique class for today!” Midnight announced as she raised her hand in the air, her leather whip clutched in her hand, catching the attention of everyone (who was awake) in the room.

“Today isn’t about hero work or everyday schoolwork. This lesson is special, it will help you all later in your lives if you choose this path. The path being….PARENTHOOD!” She exclaimed while striking an enthusiastic pose.

“Wait, what?!” “Seriously?” “What do you mean?!” A series of voices could be heard throughout the classroom.

“Settle down!” Midnight got the attention of the students. “This lesson is the most important lesson anyone can learn. Whether you want to become a parent or not, learning how to care for babies and children is a vital and selfless aspect of life.”

There were a couple hushed protests among the class but Recovery Girl talked over them. “You will have one week to care for these babies.” She explained as she pulled out eleven baby dolls of various genders and races. “These dolls are specially made for things like this. These babies will cry, make noises, “sleep”, “eat”, and soil its diaper like a real baby. They’re also able to record and grade you based on how quickly you can figure out and resolve its problem. And be careful what you say around it and how you say things. They can detect anger and verbal abuse which will drastically affect your score. Now…any questions?”

A bunch of hands were instantly raised. But that didn’t matter since Bakugou stood up and slammed his hands onto his desk and yelled. “WHAT THE HELL DO WE HAVE TO RAISE SOME DUMB BABIES FOR?! THIS IS THE HERO COURSE NOT A NURSEY COURSE!”

“Sit down.” Midnight said sternly. She took over the conversation. “While this lesson isn’t exactly meant to play into your hero work, this knowledge can be beneficial out in the field. For example, in some rescue operations, it can take hours for a child to be reunited with their family. Most of the time, medics will take the child and work with police to try and reunite them with their parents, but there are times where a hero must step in and care for and comfort the child. With older children around three to five years old, they’re easier to calm down. You can talk to them and explain the situation and reassure them. But babies and younger children are harder to console in high stress situations. If you learn these things now, you won’t be stressed if you ever get caught in a situation where you’re in charge of a small child. A lot of heroes are inexperienced with child care unless they are a parent themselves or have young family members. Think of this as getting ahead of a problem before it even starts. Make sense?”

Bakugou grumbled and sat back down.

“Eeeee This is going to be fun! We get to take care of cute babies!” Ashido squealed.

“I don’t think it will be that fun, Mina. Babies are a lot of hard work and dedication.” Asui chimed in, a finger lifted up to her lips. She had two younger siblings, so she knew a thing or two about raising kids.

“Correct you are, child.” Recovery Girl said. “The infant stage is one of the toughest stages of child rearing since they can’t communicate their needs and wants with words. It’s a lot of guessing and paying attention to their body language. However, these dolls do not move so you will have to rely on audio cues to guess what the child needs.”

Midnight spoke up. “You will be split up into groups of two all determined by a random draw. Because there are more boys than girls in this class, some of you will end up in a same sex partnership. You do not have to act as a real couple so don’t freak out if you’re partnered with someone you don’t have romantic feelings for. What’s important is teamwork on taking care of the baby. You are in charge of the child for the rest of this week, including the weekend. You may chose to either take turns or to split responsibility evenly. You will be given all the supplies you will need, if you end up needing more, Recovery Girl will help you. At the end of the week you will return the dolls and we will tally up the scores and see which couple has the lowest score. The lowest score is the winner since each mistake is marked based on how severe of a mistake it was. The higher the score, the worse you did. Any more questions?”

Iida quickly raised his hand. Midnight gestured for him to speak. He stood up and loudly asked “If we are to have the baby all day for the rest of the week, what do we do with it while training? You can’t expect us to take the baby with us! That’s highly dangerous and immoral and I would expect better from such a prestigious school!”

“Yes, you’re right. We don’t expect you to keep the doll with you while training. That’s why each of you will have to figure something out. One of you will have to sit out of training unless you can find a better option. Leaving the child in your dorm and hoping for the best is not an option and neither is bringing it to training and leaving it off to the side. It’s like real life. One of the parents has to stay home and care for the child. Sometimes they will get a babysitter but that is not an option for you since the scores need to come from you and your partner only for you to pass. If you really want to train that day, you’ll either have to talk it through with your partner, or train later in the day during your free time.” Midnight answered.

“Thank you very much for clearing this up.” Iida said, bowing deeply before taking his seat.

Midnight clapped her hands. “Alright! With everything out of the way, let’s draw for your partners.” She held up a blue plastic box. “In this box is twenty-two coloured tokens. There are eleven pairs. Each one of you will reach into this box and pull out one token, when everyone has a token, you will be given time to find the person with the same colour token. They will be your partner for the rest of the week. You may not switch partners. Each colour is already assigned to a baby as well, so you don’t get to chose that either.” As she finished explaining she walked around the room letting everyone reach in and pull out a token. When the box was empty she returned to the front and allowed the class to find their partners.

Midoriya and Uraraka had the yellow tokens, Shouji and Asui had the purple tokens, Mina and Kirishima had the red tokens, Kaminari and Jirou had the orange tokens, Hagakure and Yayorozu had the light blue tokens, Sero and Mineta had the black tokens, Usagi and Tokoyami had the dark blue tokens, Todoroki and Ojiro had the pink tokens, Iida and Aoyama had the green tokens, and Satou and Kouda had the white tokens.

You looked down at your brown coloured token and looked back up to scan the room. All your classmates were already paired up and either happily talking about how it would be to raise a baby together or complaining about their partner. You could faintly hear Mineta crying about not being paired up with a girl. You look across the room at Bakugou who was still sat at his desk, glaring at his token.

Upon closer look, you could see that it was the same colour as yours. You sighed, already accepting that you’ll basically be a single parent as you can’t imagine he’d want anything to do with this. You reluctantly stood up and made your way across the classroom to him.

“Um…hey. Looks like we have the same colour. Guess we’re partners for the week.” You said, gently.

“I can fucking see that. I’m not blind, dumbass.” He retorted.

Ah, it seems he’s decided to take on the verbally abusive and absent father route already. You’ll have to do your best to make sure you get a low enough score. You’ve never taken care of a baby before. You had baby dolls as a kid but they’ve never graded you before. This was a whole new challenge and you could feel the anxiety pooling in your stomach.

“Right…well. We should talk about how we want to do this.” You started. “I think we should take turns each day. I could take it today and you take it tomorrow and repeat. I know you probably don’t want to skip a day of training so I can take it during training even on your days. There’s not much really for me to train anyway so I can afford to lose a week of it.” You let out a weak laugh.

Bakugou growled. “Do whatever you want but don’t be stupid. You can train on the days I have it. Don’t stop your training over some dumb doll.”

“But…you would be stopping yours if you-“ You get cut off by the blonde.

“I’m already the best in this whole class! Missing a few days of training isn’t going to do anything. Besides, you’re weak and you need to be at your strongest so I can beat you and prove that I’m the best in this entire school!” He yelled. You think that was a compliment albeit he put it weirdly.

“Ha…yeah…okay.” You replied. Just then the bell rang and everyone started to put their stuff away. You went over to your desk to do the same.

“Please return your tokens to the box! And before you leave, pick up your baby with the matching colour onesie and the bag of necessities. You have the rest of the day to yourselves.” Said Midnight.

You slung your bag onto your back and walked to the front of the room and dropped your token back into the box. You waited for your classmates to fizzle out a bit so you could get your baby. The dolls were all lined up in car seats. You found the one wearing a brown onesie, a girl with blonde hair. You chuckled to yourself at the resemblance to your partner.

You grabbed the handle of the car seat and went to grab the big duffel bag next to it when someone grabbed it before you. You look over to see Bakugou standing over you, glaring off to the side.

“Move it.” He gruffed out as he slung the bag over his shoulder.

You left the classroom with Bakugou trailing behind you, still scowling. You turn around and start walking backwards to face him and hold out the car seat so he could see the doll nestled inside.

“Look. She looks like you.” You giggled. He glanced down at the blonde doll and huffed.

“Watch where you’re going, idiot.” He grumbled. You rolled your eyes and turned back around and followed your classmates to the dorms.

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Back in the dorms, everyone was changed out of their school uniforms and gathered in the common room with their new kids. Everyone of course…except for Bakugou, who very grumpily went to his room after dropping the bag of things off at your room.

You had went through the bag and found loads of diapers, clothing, a carrier that strapped to your chest, bottles, a pacifier, and some baby toys. You weren’t exactly sure why you would need toys, considering the baby isn’t actually real, but you guessed you’d find out the reason sooner or later.

You decided to change her out of her boring brown onesie so you picked out a cute outfit from the ones provided. You undid the buckles holding the baby in the car seat (why it came in a car seat when you don’t even know how to drive a car, you will not know) and gently and carefully lifted the little girl out of the seat, making sure to support her head.

As you laid her on the ground and started to undress her, she started making cooing noises.

“Oh! Hello….you must be awake now I guess.” You spoke to the baby as she cooed in reply. “Ha…I guess you are kinda cute.” You felt as if you were talking to yourself.

When your new daughter was dressed, you decided to go to the common room since you thought everyone would be there, and right you were. As you went down the hallway you could hear the excited chatter of your classmates getting louder. When you were in sight, Mina noticed you and waved you over.

“Hey! Come over here! We’re all showing off our babies!” She excitedly exclaimed. As you walked over, Kirishima stood up from his spot beside Mina and offered the space to you. You thanked him as you sat down and readjusted your baby in your arms.

“Course! What kinda man would I be if I didn’t offer a seat to a lady with a baby!” He replied. Ever so chivalrous, he is.

“Ha! That rhymed.” Kaminari pointed out.

“Awww you got a girl? How lucky!” Mina squealed. “Kirishima and I got a boy. We named him Kenji.” You looked down at her lap where the doll was laid on its back.

“You named it?” You asked.

“Well yeah! We can’t just keep calling him “it” and “the baby”.” She explained as if it was obvious.

Iida then chimed in, his baby tucked securely in one of his arms. “Yes, I suppose it would be beneficial to name the child. This is supposed to be taken seriously and we can not leave a child unnamed!”

There were murmurs of agreement throughout the room as everyone talked with their partners on what they should name their baby. You looked down to the small blonde doll in your arms that let out another coo and softly smiled.

“Riki…” You thought to yourself. “I’ll call you Riki.”

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“Riki?” Bakugou gawked. “You gave it a name?”

Bakugou was helping with making dinner, well, it was more like he forced everyone to let him do most of it because “no one was doing it right”. You were stood out of the way but within talking distance, your newly named baby in one arm and holding a bottle up to her mouth as she “ate”.

“First off, she’s a she not an “it”. Secondly, everyone in the class named their baby. We have to take this seriously and I’m not going to call her an “it” the whole week. Besides…I thought Riki would be a good name. It means “strong”….and since she kinda looks like you, I figured you’d want your kid to be strong like you so…” You trailed off looking down at the doll in your arms. “We can change it though if you really don’t like it.”

Bakugou huffs. “No…call it-…..call her whatever you want.” He continues to cook in silence. There’s a faint blush on his cheeks. You smile softly at him. Maybe you won’t have to do this alone after all.

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The first day goes by smoothly. You had a bit of a learning curve with changing the diaper but you managed after help from Yayorozu. Who knew she’d be so good at something like that?

You had just settled down into bed after putting Riki to “sleep” and were scrolling on your phone. It was about 10pm, most people were still awake but you knew the person you wanted to talk to most more than likely wasn’t. He went to bed at 8:30pm every night, even on weekends.

You stared at your screen open on Bakugou’s blank private messages page. UA made an app for the students to contact each other and teachers with. It worked like a regular texting app, every class had their own group chat and you could private message each other, even students from other classes. All of them were accessible to staff if needed though.

You didn’t know if you should even bother asking him if he’s still going to take Riki tomorrow. Plus you didn’t want to wake him up. You were about to turn your phone off when you got a message from Mina. You open up her message and see a picture of Kirishima with his hair down, asleep on one of the couches in the common room with their baby on his chest. You laughed quietly to yourself and responded with a cute reaction meme. You thought they would make an interesting pair for this project.

You turned off your phone and plugged it in to charge and set it on your bedside table. You got comfortable in bed and closed your eyes. It would take you a while to fall asleep so you started to let your mind wander. You realized that tomorrow Bakugou will miss out on training if he takes the baby. He already told you earlier today in class not to worry about it and to focus on your own training…but you genuinely couldn’t think on how training would benefit you.

Your quirk has always been more of a supporting quirk rather than one that could do well in a fight one on one. Your quirk is called Cheer, by speaking words of encouragement to someone, you can make your target stronger both physically and emotionally. The reverse also works, if you berate someone it makes them weaker. You can use it on more than one person but its effects get weaker the more people you use it in at once. There’s also a major weakness to your quirk. Anytime you berate someone, you gain confidence, but when you encourage someone, it takes away your confidence. Because of this you feel inferior to everyone else in your class. Even Mineta has a more useful quirk in combat than you do. You’re basically forced to sit on the sidelines and watch people fight. It helps in rescue operations but you still wished you could fight like everyone else. You only managed to get into the hero course because you racked up enough rescue points and got lucky with a three pointer.

It’s ironic that someone with an inferiority complex got paired up with someone with a superiority complex. It’s even more ironic that you managed to gain a crush on the bastard too.

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It was now Tuesday morning and Bakugou was sat in his room staring at the doll in its car seat.

You had entered the common room already dressed in your uniform with Riki in the seat. Hero training was the first class that morning so anyone who was in charge of their baby that day stayed behind and would join everyone later for normal classes. Your tie wasn’t done yet and your skirt was pulled up a little too high, showing off more thigh than you usually do, as you were in a rush since Riki wouldn’t stop crying and you couldn’t figure out why. She had finally managed to settle down when you gave her the included pacifier.

You weren’t much of a breakfast eater, especially if you were training in the morning so you didn’t go to the kitchen. You noticed Bakugou sat on one of the couches drinking something out of a mug. He was wearing a simple black tank top and sweatpants.

“Oh Bakugou! There you are. I’m guessing since you’re not in uniform you’re still taking Riki today.” You sat the car seat on the floor near him and started doing your tie. You knew you were just going to have to take it off soon to change into your hero costume but you still wanted to show up looking like you at least tried. “So I figured out that she makes different noises depending on what she wants. Most of the time she just wants to be held or given a pacifier so she makes really whiny sounds that almost sound like a cry. She was just crying now and the only thing that made her stop was the pacifier so she might start up again soon. I made a smaller bag of her things like diapers and her bottle just so you’re not carrying a big ass duffel bag later.” You were almost rivalling Midoriya with how fast you were muttering, you didn’t mean to but you didn’t want to be late and you kept fumbling with your tie.

As you were smoothing out your front, you felt a pair of hands grab the bottom of your skirt and start to pull down. You shrieked and smacked the hands away and turned around to see (to the best of your ability) Hagakure behind you.

“Oh my god, Hagakure! I had no idea who was behind me! You scared me thinking it was Mineta pulling at my skirt.” You laughed and grabbed onto the girls arms.

“Ahhh I’m sorry! I just noticed your skirt was up a lot higher than normal and you almost showed off a bit too much.” The invisible girl explained as you fixed your skirt. “Come on, we got to get to class!”

“Right, yeah, I’m coming.” You responded as Hagakure held your hand. You quickly turned to Bakugou again who once again had a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “You sure you’ll be okay? I know it’s only for an hour before I see you again so if you want to pawn her off to me next class then that’s fine.”

“Tch…how incompetent do you think I am? Of course I can take care of some stupid doll for an hour!” He barked back at you.

You felt Hagakure pulling you towards the front door. “Ok, well…see you later then!” You said as you finally took off with your friend, leaving Bakugou and a few others scattered around the common room.

“Heyyy, Bakugou! You get stuck on babysitting duty too?” Kaminari taunted, his baby settled in a carrier strapped to his chest.

Bakugou growled. “It’s not babysitting when it’s your own kid you idiot. And you look dumb with that thing on.” He stood up and grabbed the handle of the car seat and went off to his room. He could hear Kaminari complaining as he left.

Now here he was, in his room having a staring match with a doll. He wasn’t sure what to do for an hour, let along with a baby. He glanced up at some math homework left on his desk and decided to finish it up so he was ahead of everyone else in class. Ten minutes past when his concentration was interrupted by whining. He looked over at the car seat that was faced away from him at this angle and sighed. He reached over and turned it around.

“Jesus. She didn’t mention how fucking annoying it would be.” He muttered to himself as he undid the straps and lifted the baby out. “What the hell is your problem, huh?” He asked, surprisingly not as loud as he normally would. He thought maybe she was hungry and remembered you said something about a small bag with her bottle in it. He looked around but couldn’t find it. In fact, he didn’t remember seeing any bag with the baby anyway. He grumbled as he picked up his phone and opened up the messaging app and sent you a private message.

In the locker rooms you heard your phone buzz and decided to look at it as you were changing. You saw a notification from Bakugou and quickly opened it.

Katsuki Bakugou: hey, dumbass. she’s crying but I can’t find that bag you were talking about

You winced as you remembered that you never actually grabbed the bag in your rush to get downstairs.

You: damn I must have forgotten it in my room, sorry. feel free to go and grab it. my room code is 6678 it should be on my desk. you know which floor I’m on right?

Bakugou scoffed.

Katsuki Bakugou: yes I know. I’m not stupid.

You: never said you were <3 have fun lol

You didn’t realize you sent the heart. It was muscle memory from texting with your friends, but it sent Bakugou for a loop.

After he had quickly made his way to the second floor and grabbed the bag you mentioned, he went back to his room where he had left the baby on his bed. Her whining had turned into crying by now.

“Alright, Alright! I got your damn stuff.” Bakugou sat on the floor and settled the doll into his arm. He removed the pacifier and held the bottle up to its mouth. He felt relieved when the crying stopped. “This is fucking ridiculous.” He thought out loud.

He rested his back on his bed and started to drift off in to thought. Why did you send that heart? Did you mean to do it? Was it a reflex? Were you making fun of him? No…that couldn’t be right. You were one of the few that took him seriously. Sure you teased him sometimes, but not as much as the others. He thought back to a time where he accidentally overheard something he probably shouldn’t have that still made his heart feel weird.

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Bakugou was making his way to the kitchen to get something to drink. He could hear you and the other girls of Class 1A giggling and talking about random shit.

He was going to ignore the group when something made him stop in his tracks right before he would be seen.

“Sooo, who do you like?” Mina asked with a teasing voice.

“Who, me?” You asked as Mina nodded. All eyes were on you and you felt yourself blush. “Well…I guess I kinda have a thing for Bakugou…” You answered shyly, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“What?!” “Wait, Bakugou?!” “Really?” The girls cried out in unison.

“Why is that so shocking? You guys seriously don’t think he’s at least a little bit attractive?” You inquired.

Bakugou stiffened at the confession and he felt his heartbeat speed up. You…had a crush on him? Someone actually was interested in him romantically?

“You don’t think all his yelling and name calling is a turn off?” Uraraka asked.

“Hm…not really. Sure he says some mean stuff but…he doesn’t actually mean it.” You reasoned.

“I don’t know…he always seems to be serious about it. I mean he doesn’t even know our names.” Jirou huffed.

“Yes he does!” You laughed. “He’s not stupid. He’s a lot smarter than I think any of you give him credit for.”

“He is in the top our class academic wise as well as hero wise.” Yayorozu chimes in.

“Exactly. Have none of you realized that a lot of his plans actually work? He may seem like he’s rushing into things but it’s obvious he’s put clear thought into his plans. And the fact that he can make one up that quickly is impressive. He’s also more compassionate than you’d think.” You said, leaning back on the couch.

“Well I think you’re wrong with that.” Tsu replied.

“Because you guys are only seeing the surface level. You’re not reading in between the lines. For example, remember when we just moved into the dorms, the talk Mr. Aizawa had with us outside?” They nodded. “When Mr. Aizawa left, you could feel the uncomfortable tension in the class at being reminded of what happened. Bakugou grabbed Kaminari and made him go all dumb because he knew it would make everyone laugh. And it did! The tension was gone instantly! Bakugou really does care, he just doesn’t know how to show it like other people. And remember the school festival? He totally could’ve refused to play the drums but he did it anyway! That’s what I like about him. He’s not a cold hearted asshole, he just wants you to think he is. I use to be like that too.” You trailed off, looking ashamed.

“Wait. YOU were an asshole?” Mina prodded.

You sighed and nodded. “Yeah, back when I first got my quirk. I realized that putting other people down gave me a lot of confidence. I went on a power trip and started bullying everyone. I started to realize that the “friends” that I did have were only my “friends” so they could escape my words. Made me feel like shit when I found out. Now I hate using my quirk like that unless absolutely necessary. But yeah….I see through Bakugou’s walls and I guess it just made me fall for him.” You changed the subject.

“Wow…you’re whipped for him, aren’t you?” Mina teased.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don’t tell him that. I don’t need him on my ass about it.” You blushed and waved her off.

“You sure you don’t want him on your ass?” Mina teased again.

“OH SHUT UP!” You threw a pillow at her as the girls laughed.

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Bakugou had zoned out at that memory. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, it’s your fault for being so damn loud and talking about him in the first place! It’s been a few weeks since that and it’s still fresh in his mind. Did he like you back? He wasn’t sure. On one hand he was pissed at how you managed to figure him out so easily, but on the other hand…he felt comforted knowing someone understood him and didn’t make fun of him for it. He will admit that you weren’t that bad looking or as stupid as everyone else. He did wish you would see the potential you had with your quirk, though. He could feel his cheeks start to heat up and he scoffed, snapping out of his thoughts and looking back down at the doll in his arms.

“I guess…she’s not so bad…” He said softly to Riki.

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Training had finished and you and the rest of your classmates were on your way to your next class.

Upon entering the classroom you noticed everyone that had skipped out on training standing around, babies either in their arms, strapped to their chest, or in the car seat. Bakugou was sat in his spot, chin in his hand looking out the window to his left.

You had a few minutes to spare before class started so you walked up to your partner. “Hey! How’d it go? Was she fussy?” You asked as you squatted down to see Riki, who was in her car seat on the floor next to his desk.

“Tch, no. I told you I know what I’m doing.” He grumbled.

“I’m pretty sure none of us know what we’re doing but it’s nice to know that you’re taking this seriously.” You replied standing back up.

“HA? YOU THINK I WOULD’NT? YOU THINK I’M NOT CAPABLE OF THIS?” He yelled as he let off small explosions.

“Course not. I did kinda think you would end up leaving most of this to me though. But it’s nice that you’re playing along.” You smiled sincerely.

Iida started ushering everyone to their assigned seats as class was about to begin. You patted Bakugou on his shoulder and left to your seat near the back of the class.

He clenched his fists and glared down at his desk, he could feel his heartbeat going wild again.

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A few days had passed and it was now Friday night and you were at your wits end.

It was your day with Riki and she had been crying non stop for thirty minutes now. You were pacing your room with her in your arms as the doll “sobbed” louder and louder with each agonizing minute. You had no idea what was wrong; you tried feeding her, changing her diaper, holding her, giving her a pacifier, you even tried the toys that they provided but nothing was working!

You were close to tears yourself as you thought about how this would affect your grade and how pissed Bakugou would be if you ruined it. The whole week went by just fine, it never took this long for her to settle down. You had gotten lucky with the baby you were given as she was so easy to care for, but this moment right now was proving difficult.

Feeling like you had no other choice, you left your room with your still wailing daughter in your arms and quickly made your way up to Bakugou’s room.

You knocked on his door while still trying to shush Riki. When Bakugou opened the door, he looked like he had just woken up which made you start ranting.

“Bakugou, fuck, I’m so sorry to bother you right now I know you like to go to bed early but she’s been crying like this for like thirty minutes now and I’ve tried everything but she just won’t stop crying and I don’t know what to do and I’m probably gonna make us fail cause I can’t get her to fucking stop and I just…” You panted “…can you please help me?” You nearly whined.

“Give her to me.” Bakugou reached out as you transferred her into his arms. He walked away with the crying doll, leaving his door open. You decided that was an invitation so you slipped into his room and gently closed the door behind you. You watched as Bakugou gently bounced the doll in his arms and started petting its blonde head.

You stared in awe as Riki started to finally quiet down until she was silent. You breathed out a sigh of relief but tears started to quickly gather in your eyes. Bakugou had opened his balcony door and stepped outside to the cool air. You ran a hand through your messy hair and followed them out onto the balcony. The not quite freezing but cold air nipping at your skin. It felt nice as you didn’t even notice that you were sweating from the stress. You bent over and rested your elbows on the railing and placed your head in your hands, trying to hold back your tears.

“She had been crying for so long…I tried everything but nothing worked. But the minute you have her she finally stops. What the hell am I doing wrong? Why am I such a bad mother?” You muttered more to yourself but your partner could hear you anyways.

A minute of silence went by as you tried to not let your tears fall when Bakugou finally spoke up, surprising gently. “Don’t beat yourself up over something you barely know how to handle.”

He leaned his back against the railing next to you. His arm barely grazing against your shoulder, his way of trying to comfort you. You sniffed and dropped your arms from your head and looked forward out into the dark courtyard.

“She’s been perfect this entire week. Nothing I couldn’t handle…but she just had to act like a total brat tonight.” You sighed.

“Hey.” Bakugou said sternly. “Don’t call our daughter a brat…that’s my line.”

You laughed at that, completely overlooking the fact that you called the doll “our daughter”. Bakugou softly smiled at your laugh, also not realizing exactly what he said. But her certainly felt his heart flutter as he looked down at the baby in his arms.

Bakugou decided he’d take her for the rest of the night so you could get some sleep. It was his turn tomorrow anyway.

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Monday had come by quickly, thus, ending the project. Recovery Girl had collected the dolls, and you couldn’t lie, you felt a little sad at the fact that you won’t have Riki around anymore. The class waited in anticipation to see whose grade was the lowest.

When the results came in, Midnight stood at the front of the class once again and started to call out the grades.

“Coming in last place is Sero and Mineta with a sixty-five.” Mineta started screaming about how unfair it was and that they got a faulty doll. “Todoroki and Ojiro have a score of thirty-four, Kaminari and Jirou have a thirty, Iida and Aoyama a twenty-seven, Usagi and Tokoyami with twenty-five, Shouji and Asui with twenty-one, Hagakure and Yayorozu with twenty, Mina and Kirishima with an eighteen, Satou and Kouda with a fifteen, Bakugou and (Y/N) with a score of eight, and lastly, coming in first place with the best score is Midoriya and Uraraka with a three! Good work everyone. I hope you all learned some valuable lessons from this experience!” Midnight finished.

There were high fives and cheers coming from the people with the lower scores and talks of what they could’ve done better from the people with higher marks.

You stared down at your desk smiling. Eight wasn’t so bad, right? Much better than what Mineta got.

At the front of the class, Bakugou has turned his head back to look at you and softly smiled to himself when he saw your relief. He turned back around to look down at his hands as he played with his pen. He could hear Midoriya and Uraraka being congratulated for the lowest score and for once in his life….he didn’t mind coming in second.

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Bonus:

Twelve years later, Bakugou had established himself as the number two hero with his own agency. You worked along side him as his number one sidekick. You both grew a lot since high school and grew closer from the experience. You managed to get rid of your inferiority complex and become more comfortable with using your quirk against villains rather than standing by and cheering on the heroes. You can also hold your own in combat pretty well now and you have a slew of support items to help.

But instead of kicking ass on the street you were laid out on a hospital bed after the longest 7 hours of your life. You were sweaty and exhausted, but it was all worth it as you looked at the little bundle in your arms. A head of blonde hair was peaking out of the blanket.

“What should we name her?” You whispered to the person leaning over you with their hand on your head and looking lovingly down at the newborn.

“…..Riki.” Bakugou said softly.

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Happy (late) Leap Year day! Have some rabbit/rabbit-themed characters, of which I have more of than I realized. Ya got some deku and his new mentor, the baddest bitch Mirko. All Might is still alive but his duties have spread more to being a dad to all of 2-A, not just Deku.

And some fun art of Mirko and her girlfriend Fuyumi, whom I love and adore as an enby lesbian. This fuyumi is post-manga arc, hence all the scars. (I don’t know why I made Mirko tri-colored)

Then here’s just a random doodle I did.

And last but certainly not least, my oc Alopé! They’re a jackalope humanoid, that’s kinda an oc for Kipo (ataow) but kinda my own thing too. And their poppy playtime Smiling Critters version (they glow in the dark!)

[mrhunnabber]

Momo Yaoyurozu x Fem OC

Author-kun🥸~ I'm really bored rn and decided I'd give writing a try, please note this is my first time writing so have your expectations lower than Mineta's rizz.

Chaotic shuffling and thrashing eminated from Khalil's bedroom, she was extremely late, her room becoming more of a disorderly mess as she scampered through it frantically, items knocking to the carpeted floor as she grasped at toiletries rushing off to the bathroom

30 minutes to get to class depleting seemingly quick, and time does favours does for no one. Having accidentally delayed one too many alarms she now had to prepare and arrive to school within that minimal timeframe

Maybe she'd be less anxious, making her more presice with her erratic actions if she wasn't on her last strike.

Aizawa had warned her if she were late to his class another time she'd face unspeakable repercussions, and knowing her professor she didn't dare think of what grueling punishment she'd go through

Hopping about as she fought to pull up her uniform trousers and buckling her belt before she grabs her bag stuffing it with books and stationery. Having everything she assumes she needs, she struggled to find only one thing

"Shit! where the hell are my keys!?" She murmured out of breath, with a shaky grasp on her phone, the screen displayed it was now 09:26

Fuck this

Having attained her hero licence, students still aren't permitted to use their quirks outside of Patrol, Highschool or University but she didn't have much of a choice right now

She cracked open her bedroom window, the cool breeze brushing against her hot skin,

"Well here goes nothing"

Swan diving out of her 2 story household, she leaps, landing onto the neighbours roof

"Hey!!" She hears her elderly neighbour screech at her from her well kept garden, waving an irritated fist clutching tightly onto pruning shears at the girl

"Sorry, Mrs Silverton.." she apologized shortly, before leaping off another roof, her wings manifesting as she swiftly glides her way to UA

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"Bro, where's Khalil?" Hanta asked his classmates as he took his seat "Beats me, probably overslept again" Denki accurately theorised, his chair squeaking as he turned it side to side, hands leisurely cupping the back of his head

"What if she's not feeling well.." said a genuinely concerned Momo, who kept glancing at the empty stool next to her "Momo, she does this every time and remember how Aizawa threatened her" Mina scoffed in amusement "I wonder what her punishment will be" snickered Kyouka along

And on cue their professor strolled in with his usual indolent features, a quick glance up at the seats he could immediately identify Hayashi hadn't arrived yet, again.

Suddenly the door swung open to reveal a heavily panting Khalil, her chest rose and fell heavily attempting to suck up as much air as possible to ease her boiling lungs, her dark skin glistening, moist from the beads of sweat the rolled down her sharp jaw, her dreadlocks an unruly mess and her appearance deshevled.

The bell rang that instant, she calmly drew another deep breath, dusting off her uniform white shirt

"You're running on thin ice, Hayashi" Aizawa addressed, as the girl stretched "Deepest apologies, Sir. But I'm actually on time, perfectly, on time" she stated, voice laced with confidence "Just go sit down" muttered shaking his head in defeat, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he did so

She was one of the most hard headed pupils he'd ever had both the pleasure and dismay of teaching.

When she put her mind to it, she excelled way past his expectations and was one of the top students, so the only real reason he isn't snapping at her for being playful is because she was very intelligent and determined, but that didn't always excuse her lazy tendencies.

She waltz past Aizawa cockily, revelling in the fact she made it just in time as she fixed up her appearance on her way to her seat

Walking up a few stairs she got dapped up by Hanta who was impressed at the girls arrival.

"Ugh" Aizawa sighed before starting today's lesson "Morning students" his monotone voice rung through the quiet auditorium

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As the girl dropped down and slouched back into her chair a certain girl was not amused by her antics

"Khalil, you know you could've been late and gotten into a lot of trouble" Momo murmured in a hushed tone, "Don't worry about it, doll, in the end I made it, didn't I?" She responded as she sat straight, her body slightly turned to face Momo.

"Luckily so, you have to stop being so careless" her voice was firm and slightly irritated she wasn't taking her seriously "Sure thing, princess. I swear I'm gonna be a changed Man starting tomorrow" she winked as she did a salute, the girl rolling her eyes, not amused.

"You quite literally said that yesterday" Momo wasn't buying it "Ah, but I did change just not for the better" She looked forward after giving her a cheeky smirk

Momo rolled her eyes, her gaze finding her teachers form pacing slightly as he explained today's lesson which she should've been paying attention to instead of prattling aimlessly with Khalil

Momo glanced at Khalil yet again, fixated on how her long inked fingers raked through her hair brushing it back, giving her a pleasing view of her side profile. Her breathing was now becoming steady as her attention was fully fixated on their professor, she rolled her sleeves up like usual, her tattooed forearms coming into to view, getting special attention of their own

The black haired girls leering slowly moved back up to her face, just for her own face to flush in warmth, painting her cheeks a bright pink hue when her gaze locked with Khalil who had been fully aware of her checking her out, a sly grin tugged at her two toned lips, the girl not prepared for any snarky remarks quickly looked forward.

Just as she found her composure, it shattered when she felt her hand brush against her thigh, pinky inviting it's under her skirt

Heat crept up her throat as her head snapped to Khalil, who wasn't even facing her, thankfully so, "Wh-wha-" Momo stuttered "Can you lend me a pen? I forgot mine" She faced the beat faced girl, her smirk growing "Are you serious? N-no, you still haven't returned the last 4"

She gasped under her breath when the grip on her thigh tightened, sliding a little further up causing butterflies to erupt in her belly

"Please?" She put on faux innocence, her pink bottom lip pursing slightly "Fine" she caved, quickly handed her the pen, swatting her hand off her thigh

"Appreciate it, doll" she winked again, facing forward and beginning to scribble down notes along with Mr Aizawa

Momo huffed a breath of relief, her tight chest loosened as she did the same, trying to distract her mind from the lingering sensation of where her hand once was, the thought making her thighs slightly clench.

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Meme for your troubles~🥸

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

Nephophilia pt. 3

Aizawa x POC! Reader

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Synopsis: You're a 20 year old sophomore university student from NYU. All your life you've wanted to be a hero , but a law in the US has banned the use of mind control quirks in the hero field and labeled them as too dangerous and "violate the concept of free will". To pursue your dreams as a hero you move to Japan and enroll in an international mentor ship program to get your overseas hero license. On your first day you meet your mentor, Shota Aizawa: he's aloof, rude, and irrational, but what starts of as a clash between two polar opposite personalities turns into a romantic relationship that you didn't expect.

Quirk: Servant Hero name (Maestro) Y/N has a second voice with a hallucinogenic rhythm, when ever you speak to someone while using your quirk they instantly fall under your control for 15 minutes or until you say "stop". The only problem is you can only give them one word commands (Example: retreat, sit, freeze, jump, cry etc.) On ONE occasion you can give a person a multiple word command. If you tell them "obey" they will follow anything you say for the full 15 minutes or until you say "stop". But you avoid saying "obey" whenever you can because it can become too dangerous if the directions are not specific enough.

Warnings: Smut, bullying, strong language, attempts at sexual coercion and other forms of manipulation, racism, descriptions of violence and blood

A/N: Sorry this took so long to put out! I hope this is okay I was having trouble coming up with a storyline for this chapter. Anyways enjoy, Y/N is gonna show the full extent of her quirk in the next chapter !

Present Mic: "God where could she be?!" he circled each and every corner of the city for hours looking for you with Aizawa. The leather on his steering wheel squeaked from how hard he was clenching it

Aizawa: “Why did I say that? Why the fuck would I say something so stupid?!” He cursed to himself while his mind tortured him with the image of your heartbroken expression, the last thing he could remember before everything went blank. He leaned against the passenger window in guilt. He did it again, he lashed out and embarrassed you for no reason and even worse you had to use your quirk just to get away from him. What kind of hero was he? A pretty shitty one...

Aizawa: "This is all my fault..."

Present Mic: "Yeah no shit sherlock tell me something I don't know…” waiting at the stoplight allowed enough time for long exhale escaped his mouth as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Mic was a gentleman through and through, chivalrous to even the most underserving of men and women, so Aizawa knew he was in for far more than a few harsh words from his blonde friend

Present Mic: “What the HELL is wrong with you Shota? Are you stupid or just temporarily insane? Talking to a young girl like that, you know all she wants is to be like you and me she doesn’t need another add on to the countless people saying she can’t do it. You better have a damn good apology up your sleeve or I’ll request a mentor transfer from Nezu MYSELF!”

Aizawa wanted to retaliate, he was stunned at Hizashis willingness to go against him so quickly, but who was he kidding? He deserved it. Contrary to popular belief Aizawa wasn’t like this with everyone, of course he was gloomy and aloof but he was also protective and kind as seen with his students. It wasn’t like him to hold anyone to the standards of someone else as a teacher he knew better than that. But something about you, your excitement from the first time you came to UA, your unwavering desire to be better, even the way you get along with Hizashi almost instantly, it was like he was viewing an old flame through a different lens.

Aizawa: “I know, I know you’re right. God, you’re right…I’ve been nothing but a menace from the beginning. I don’t even know how to explain why, but…it’s like I keep expecting her to be like someone else and the second she isn’t the way I need her to be I just get furious. She’s so much like him sometimes I forget she isn’t actually him.”

Present Mic: “Like who?…Oboro?” He asked, red light now changing green leading them farther down the streets of downtown Osaka

Aizawa nodded in shame. It was selfish

Present Mic: “You…you can’t do that Shota. I understand you miss him, I miss him too but you don’t see me going around trying to make other people into him. If you can’t see Y/N as just Y/N then just let her g— SHIT THERE SHE IS!!” There you were, out of the corner of his eye he spotted your signature H/C hair slumped against the window of a scummy 24 hour diner. Hizashi turned into the parking lot like a mad man and the two men jumped out

You were a babbling mess, laughing and causing a ruckus with two drunk older men they’d never seen before who grabbed at you like they had other intentions than just having drinks. Your original orange and vanilla scent was now blanketed by a thick layer of booze and syrup when the two approached you. Hizashi screamed at the employees for serving an underage girl so much alcohol but all he was met with was "fuck off" and "eat shit".

Present Mic: “Y/N get up we’re leaving right now” he said with a far more abrasive tone than usual. Aizawa threw your purse and sweater over his shoulder as Hizashi attempted to grab your arm and lead you out of the diner

Y/N: “EW GET OFF ME YOU CREEP! *hiccup* I’m having fun with *hiccup* my friends. Why don’t you and your emo boyfriend *hiccup* FUCK OFF!” You shouted followed by more rowdy laughter from you and the other men

Present Mic: “We’re your friends Y/N, these are just perverts trying to get in your pants. Get up, NOW.” Hizashi made another attempt to take you by the hand but it proved once again to be futile. This time he was met with a hard shove making him stumble backwards, knocking into Aizawa who was still too stunned to even look at your intoxicated state.

Y/N: “I SAID GET OFF ME!”, You kicked at his kneecaps making him buckle over and cackled maniacally, “There’s a bathroom over there *hiccup* why don’t you go get another handjob in it from Best Jeanist!”

Hizashis cheeked reddened in embarrassment, of course he wouldn’t hold it against you for letting out one of his most private moments, after all you were an emotional drunk mess. But betrayal was to great of an emotion to keep under control, and it send him into a hate filled rage.

Present Mic: “FINE STAY HERE THEN! ID RATHER GET HANDJOBS IN A BATHROOM THAN BE A GLORIFIED WALKING POCKET PUSSY!” Hizashi didnt mean any of what he was saying, and in a few hours he would come to regret those words but he was too emotional to recognize the weight of what he was saying. He snatched your belongings off of Aizawas shoulder and threw them back to you before leaving the diner in a huff

Y/N: “What are YOU still doing here?! GO! leave like him ‘HERO’! Go play hero for your other students and leave me behind LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO!” you’re soft interior now began to poke through with tears pricking at the inner corners of your eyes. Even you're most intoxicated state couldn't hide the fact that under it all you were just angry and hurting.

Aizawa: “Y/N please I—

“She’s made up her mind mate, now get lost…”

This couldn't be what you really want. You wanted warmth and kindness in your moment of vulnerability. You wanted hands as gentle as yours to reassure you and give you the same generosity you so willingly give out to others. So if Aizawa knew that why was he walking away from you?

“Tch, look she’s so pretty when she cries…” the man slurred, putting a tight grip on your thigh making his rings imprint in your skin. His fingers inching dangerously close to your sex, a place that even in the most drunkest state you knew to protect, but it was hopeless. You squirmed and shifted to avoid their roaming hands but your head was so fuzzy you could barely function.

Y/N: “I…I think I wanna go home *sniffle* I don’t wanna be here anymore.“ You stated in barely a whisper but it was silenced with another drink being forced to your lips.

Y/N: “No i don’t want it! Where’s N-Natsuo!? Natty!!” now screaming you shoved the side of his face away leaving a scratch mark on the corner of his lip, doing nothing but make him more aggressive

“Don’t be a fucking tease you fucking bit—

SLAM

Suddenly the man’s head smashed face first into the table making blood from his nose splatter across the lipstick stained shot glasses. Above you was a sight you’d never seen before, Aizawa peered over his unconscious body. With a fist full of the man’s greasy hair he dragged him out of the booth and then picking you up after, unfortunately your body was too wobbly to stand on its own so you just slid down on the floor behind him.

“I-I WASNT GONNA TOUCH HER I SWEAR MAN, W-WE WERE JUST MESSING AROUND!” The other man pleaded for mercy in front of Aizawas hauntingly blood red eyes but it didn’t stop the bottom of Aizawas shoe from kicking in 2 of his incisors.

It took Aizawa everything inside him to beat both of them to a pulp. Seeing them put their hands on you made him reach a different kind of fury that he didn’t quite understand yet— and deep down didn’t really want to— because understanding it meant accepting a truth he wasn’t ready for yet. How he felt about you. But for now that didn’t matter, he picked you up bridal style and carried you back to Hizashis car who was still too emotional to say anything or even look at you.

The car ride back to Musutafu was long and quiet. Aizawa could feel you’re shaky breathing as you slept on his lap in the back seat, he silenced all 32 missed calls and 21 unread messages from Emi out of fear it would wake you up. He swore he felt his heart flutter as you muttered cute nothings in your sleep, but brushed it off claiming it was just the left over adrenaline. After all he knew better as an engaged man than to think like that of anyone else, right?

The headache you felt as you awakened was astronomical and the sun beaming in through the window didn’t help one bit. You took a quick look at your phone to read any new messages and alerts, mostly from Natsuo who sent a few pictures of the food places he stopped at in Tokyo. Even in your messy state you knew you were still mad at him for leaving you last minute like he did, so you made it a point to ignore all his attempts to talk to. You took a quick look at the top of the screen

‘Saturday. Thank fucking god’

You thought to yourself, happy that you didn’t have to make any type of effort today to be productive. Nothing sounded better than curling up in your puffy bed sheets and sleeping the day away. But to your surprise when you dragged your arms along the fabric it wasn’t puffy instead it was light and silky. The bed was decorated in a black silk duvet covers with dark grey silk sheets underneath. As you looked around you took note of the bare walls apart from the single college degree framed above the door, the furniture was dark and minimal— it was a man’s room…

Panic was already starting to set in as you wondered what had happened last night. Did you cheat on Natsuo? Had you been roofied? No you couldn’t have been your clothes were still intact??? It made your stomach turn thinking about the possibilities, but thinking was a waste of time if you were in danger it was in your best interest to act as soon as possible.

The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs sent you into fight mode. You’re head hurt too badly to use your quirk effectively so you had no choice but to look for a defense weapon, but there was nothing not even a sharpened pencil on the empty desk in the corner. With them only a few seconds away from the door you bet your safety all on your own strength and shot your best round house kick to the side of their face only for it to be blocked immediately.

Aizawa: “Take it easy…” he muttered. He bent over to pick up the to pick up the items he dropped while blocking your attack: a spare toothbrush, a clean t shirt , a green loofah, and a hair brush— presumably all for you.

Y/N: “Aizawa? Oh my god I-Im so sorry I didn’t realize it was you…”

Aizawa: “No need to apologize, I’d be the same if I woke up in another persons bedroom”, he handed you the toiletries, “the bathroom is down the hall to the left, you’re free to use whatever is in there.”

You nodded, not knowing what else to say you hurried to his bathroom to wash up and rinse the smell of liquor from your skin. You brushed your teeth and wiped the smudged mascara from your eyes before stepping in the large walk in shower. The hot steam from the shower and fresh air from the small bathroom window above you helped you sober up and relieve a bit of the headache. It gave you a brief moment to finally think clearly, suddenly you remembered EVERYTHING. You let out a small gasp at the thought of it all: the argument you and Aizawa had, the foul words you said to Hizashi, the two men, it was all still fuzzy but the pieces were slowly connecting and you sank against the wall in utter humiliation.

After your little self pity session you mustered the strength to leave to bathroom, throwing on the large oversized tee Aizawa had lended you and your pair of jeans from yesterday. You giggled after seeing it was a Gang Orca merch tee shirt, probably belonged to a cousin or nephew of his.

In the kitchen Aizawa was getting together a sad excuse of a breakfast for you; the bacon was burnt and the eggs over salted but he was putting his last efforts into making these blueberries pancakes he saw on Hizashis Pinterest board

Aizawa: “Damn it, was it supposed to be baking powder or baking sod—

Y/N: “morning”, you muttered softly, he turned around and felt the gravity around him stop working as he looked at you in his tee shirt hanging gently off your shoulder. His efforts to fight his feelings by giving you the least attractive shirt he were failing miserably. He turned around after bidding a small ‘morning’ to you, and returned back to his cooking. Breakfast was dead silent as you waited for your taxi.

Y/N: “Aizawa…did…did we fuck last night?”

His muscles tensed and his cheeks turned a pale red at the sudden question

Aizawa: “What?! No why would you ask that? I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Y/N: “Oh yeah, I forgot you hate me you’d never stoop so low to have sex with someone like me right?” You got up pushing the empty plate away from you

Aizawa: “No that’s not what I meant. I’ve never hated you Y/N!” he said maneuvering around the kitchen counter to catch you from walking out the door, “I’m sorry for everything, but if you just let me explain why I acted the way I did—

Y/N: “I’m putting in a request for a different mentor on Monday, I’ll be switching to Midnight or maybe Cementoss, so don’t even worry I won’t be your parasite anymore.” Your words left him with nothing to say, it’s not like he could convince you he thought otherwise when none of his actions showed that he respected or cared for you, “you won’t have to worry about me wasting anymore time and money, bye Aizawa…”

You opened the front door only to be met with a shorter woman with cyan hair and a nasty scowl plastered across her face that grew the more she looked at you

Y/N: “Your boyfriends a cunt.” You spat before finally leaving the complex, the sound of arguing coming from the apartment following immediately after…

“Y/N!! Y/N!! Y/N!! Y/N!!” Class 1A chanted as you took on another student in the combat training battles before heading to USJ.

It turns out transferring to another mentor is easier said than done especially when dealing with international students, so you had about a week before you could officially switch to Midnight. Making the most of it seemed like the best option. Before the transfer week ended you were able to patched things up with Hizashi in a two hour long crying session between the both of you, however, nothing changed between you and Aizawa. He made multiple attempts to apologize but it was no use, you avoided him everywhere: in class, in the hallways, in the break room and even in one on one training, you never said a word and only nodded when he gave you advice. Occasionally you’d catch him glance at you from his desk but your eyes never latched for more than a second before he returned back to his work. The both of your were strangers.

Y/N: “ There’s no shame in tapping out Bakugo! Our combat styles are wildly different, admit kid it you’re not winning this one!” he laughed as you locked him in with a double under hook

Bakugo: “RRRR SHUT UP YOU REJECT—“ you cut him off finishing with a power twist and slamming him into the mats, his face blushing beet red when you helped him to his feet

Mina: “Y/N THAT WAS SO FUCKIN AWESOME! YOU EVEN TOOK DOWN TODOROKI!”

Todoroki: “Yeah, maybe be a little less aggressive next time…”

Kirishima: “Alright alright move aside I’m fighting next!”

Y/N: “Maybe next time Kiri you guys should go get your hero suits on and get ready for your USJ training today! I’ll see you guys at lunch time!” You waved goodbye to the children

The next hour was peaceful you spent it with Hizashi tweaking some parts of your newhero suit. Your old on was admittedly, well, a hunk of shit. You put it together yourself in your college dorm since you couldn’t get help from your schools support department, obviously you were never meant to be a hero so in their eyes what was the point? So you took some skinny jeans and a sleeveless top and attached holsters to the side with fabric glue and gorilla glue to hold your weapons, but it was NOTHING in comparison to what Hatsume prepared. In as little as 2 hours she crafted a red and purple one piece suit with a voice mask to carry the sound of your quirk farther, it had a utility belt to hold one of your stun guns on each side and a small med kit in the front, and two back straps to hold your ninjatōs. It was the finest piece of hero material you’ve ever been given, but it needed some last touches…

Hizashi: “Who would ruin such a beautiful piece of metal like that?! Who even is Jaylen?” He asked as he watched you carve into the side of your sword

Y/N: “He’s my…he was my big brother. I always put his name on my material to honor him” You muttered in response

Hizashi: “Oh I-I’m so sorry…I couldn’t imagine how it feels to lose a sibling. Losing him must have been like losing a part of yourself.” He sunk into his seat embarrassed by his poor manners

Y/N: “For someone who’s never experienced it you explained the feeling pretty well” you chuckled lightly while finishing up the last letter, “there must be some skeletons in your closet too huh?”

Hizashi: “Something like that…”

Y/N: “WHAT?! HIZASHI WERE ON FIRST NAME BASIS NOW YOU CANT CLIFFHANGER ME LIKE THAT!” You flailed like a child having an episode

Hizashi: “PAYBACKS A BITCH Y/N!!” You both cackled before hearing an urgent knock on his classroom door. If you had known what the emergency was you wouldn’t have taken so long to answer it.

Y/N: “Iida? Oh my god are you okay?! Your sweating like a dog!!”

Iida: “MISS Y/N…THE USJ…VILLAINS ARE ATTACKING THE USJ!!” He yelled in between violent huffs

You felt your body go numb and hot at the same time.

This isn’t real? This isn’t happening right now is it? You thought to yourself

But it was. All the teachers racing to the USJ center, Hizashi motioning you to get your hero suit on, Nezu staying behind and comforting the other students while Recovery girl called the police. It was all real, and you were right in the middle of it running right along side them to fight an enemy you knew nothing about.

Please be okay, don’t you dare fucking die you mangy haired idiot. I still need to give you your shirt back, I still need to show you how wrong you were about me!

I still need the chance to make you proud even if I hate it!

Just stay alive!

Your thoughts moved too fast for you too keep up with, then silenced at the sight. Everything was destroyed, students hurt and screaming, a monster…towering over Aizawas crushed body.

Y/N: “What the hell is that Hizashi?”

Hizashi: “…It’s a Nomu.”

All characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi. Story belongs to @nonbinaryeggrolls do not steal

[lunarmoonanons]

Stolen In The Dark

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YN and Daniel were safe, hidden in the dark. Or so they thought.

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The siblings bided their time before the opportunity presented itself. Aizawa had decided that the scolding they got and the lock on the door, he could go out for patrols. He had to anyways as a hero.Once the lock clicked and an hour passed, YN grabbed their duffel bag and her favorite pocket knife, Daniel grabbed Lula and handed YN the key. With one last look around the place, YN said goodbye to what little normalcy they both had, then went to unlock the door.

As soon as they were out of the building, Daniel and YN made their way to the one place they could think of. The book shop Daniel went to once. No one else could’ve known that they were there. Taking advantage of the free wifi, they started a call to Snow. YN bounced her leg up and down in impatience that did not simmer once the Hello Kitty logo flashed on.

“Oh hello you two. Been a while, hasn’t it?” The voice on the other mentioned nonchalantly.

“Listen. That plan you had? About leaving? Is it still on the table?” YN hastily asked, looking around in worry.

“Maybe. It might take time to get it all in order. I need to know if you’re gonna puss out again, cause I can’t just look through the realities on a whim. Plus I got finals and exams to study for, so that’s just.. consuming me.” Snow mentioned offhandedly.

“please..” Daniel whispered. His desperate tone seemed to snap Snow out of their nonchalant attitude.

“Daniel, YN, did someone hurt you?”

“No. But Izuku did find us. He called himself my brother. Now he knows where we were and who we hung out with. Snow, we need to leave.” YN impatiently got out.

“Okay look. I know you want to say goodbye to your Kirishima. So do that. I’ll get some arrangement together to bring you to my lair. I’ll meet you in the Kamino ward. Stay safe.” With that the call ended.

YN’s shaky hand sent a quick message to the redhead who became very close to her. Asking him to meet her near the fountain that they liked. It was a dark night so the fountain was practically abandoned. YN and Daniel were hidden in the almost dark.

Or so they thought.

As YN absentmindedly paced farther away, her mind wandering to a million things, all suddenly stopped at the sound of a body thudding on the ground.

Daniel, her brother, who she swore to keep safe, was on the ground. He gave her a small look of fear before he passed out from the sleeping dart in his shoulder. YN began to hyperventilate and started to run to her brother. The feet between them felt like miles.

“Daniel!” YN shouted, but her body was held back by her worst nightmare. Izuku held her arms in his scarred hands. The moonlight contrasting his light scarred hands to her brown thin arms. She only looked at him once then turned her head back to see the known villain with the hand on his face and a man who looked like a magician. With a touch of the magician’s hands, Daniel was sucked into what looked like a small marble then the ball was taken by the hand villain. “No! No! Daniel!”

No matter how much she screamed and kicked and thrashed, YN could not stop the monster who was taking her brother nor could she stop the crazy person who gripped her arms tight. It felt like time was in slow motion and yet also at lightspeed. The hands that held her wrapped around her waist, letting her arms and hands reach out in a vain attempt to reach Daniel.

The man with the hand on his face gave no reaction to her tears. He merely nodded in a sarcastic manner to the one who held YN. Almost in a mocking thanks to the boy who only glared in return. “I’ll be back one day for you, little sister.” He hissed and walked through a black portal.

YN stared in silence for a moment before screaming in devastation. Her last family was gone. The monster had even taken their cat who had curled on the boy. She was alone now. She had no one now. Her screaming turned to hyperventilation as she began grabbing at the hands that held her.

“Let me go… Let me go! Let me go! LET ME GO!” YN screeched, turning around to slap the body that held her down. “I hate you! I hate you! I’ll never forgive you for this!”

“YN stop it.” Izuku seemed almost emotionless. He dodged his head at her weak attempts to hit him. He found a soft nerve point and pinched it. Knocking her out.

When YN awoke later, she was back in her familiar closet that she would be put in when she acted out. All that effort, all that hope for nothing. She couldn’t even keep her brother with her. Now she was back where she started but now it was worse than before. YN now had no family, no one. All alone.

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Kirishima looked around the fountain. YN wasn’t here. Her bag was left so she must’ve been taken or something. He knew YN wasn’t one to just go without saying something. As he got more worried, the sound of a video call going off from a laptop caught his attention. Once he answered it, a Hello Kitty profile lit up the screen.

“YN. It’s not safe where you are! YN?!” a stranger's voice answered.

“What happened to YN? Who are you? Where is she?” Kirishima asked, becoming more and more worried.

“They’re gone? I’m too late. Listen, YN and Daniel got taken. Keep this laptop. I will tell yo-” Snow was cut off by Kirishima who was too angry to hear more.

“No. Tell me what’s really happening. How do you know YN and Daniel? Did Midoriya hurt them? What is going on?!”

“Shut up. Listen to me if you want your little crush to get out of this okay then you have to help me. Now will you help me?”

Kirishima paused and looked around at the dark area. Daniel must’ve been so scared to be taken in such a dark place. It made him so mad to think the last place of freedom they had was covered in darkness.

“Okay. I’ll help you.”

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Chapters: 52/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Original Female Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki/Original Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki/Female character Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Ashido Mina, Uraraka Ochako, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Tokoyami Fumikage, Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka Additional Tags: Midoriya has a friend, BAMF oc, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Dadzawa, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, POC!female character, Anxiety, PTSD, Trauma, latina, PR - Freeform, Arroz con habichuelas y viandas es lo que hay, Bakugou/reader - Freeform, OC, Pining Bakugou Katsuki, Denile is a river and Bakugou is drowning in it, Slow Burn, VERY VERY VERY slow burn Summary:

Torn from her home, Isabel Garcia finds herself in a new school and a new country. With All Might in her corner and being a powerhouse in her own right, there isn't much she has to be worried about. Or at least she tries to believe that.

Follow her story as she finds friends, fights off her demons, and somehow manages to navigate the chaos that is class 1-A.

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Updates the first Sunday of every month. There may be some drabbles popping up in between chapters. Will follow the anime, movies, and OVAs. I have a Beta and she is super amazing! She's on Tumblr as princess-marida. Isabel and her family are my creative children, everything else belongs to the wonderful Horikoshi Kohei.

[lambhasinternet]

Not sure what her quirk is yet.🤷🏻

[diamonddarlingdia]

The Prince Of Your Dreams (Deku x POC fem!reader)

Synopsis: This first fanfic is about YN (POC and fem!reader) who’s a bit angsty in the beginning who lives the general sad YN life and dreams of fantasies to escape her not so happy life. She starts to dream of this plain looking boy more and more and eventually imagines a life with this imaginary man, only to figure out he’s real and has connected with her too! 

Warnings: she’s a bit angsty in the beginning (I was lil sad when I wrote this lol my bad) but nothing too bad and this includes slight cursing. There’s definitely some fluff at the end and if y’all end up actually really liking this I could turn it into a series. 

Word Count: 1,203 (not bad for my first one huh)

Now let's get on with the fic, shall we?

A heartfelt kiss. 

A gentle hug. 

A passionate whisper in your ear. 

Things you longed for, but assumed you’d never have, never be able to have that glorious opportunity. You figured you could crave for it earnestly, beg and plead with God up above, but alas he had decided to dismiss you. That didn’t stop your heart though. It seemed like the divine heavenly force could not prevent your heart from this drug of wanting for someone, wanting for more. Subconsciously you couldn’t release yourself from the shackles your rose colored delusions entrapped you with. Night after night you dreamed of your prince charming, riding gallantly on his pearly white steed, sweeping you up and stealing you away from the pitiful reality you used to know. 

Alas, your heart simply could not dream such magnificent delusions without the driving force of painstaking reality thrusting you into the world of your fantasies. Delusions become ever so grandiose only when aggressively prompted to do so. To escape that is. The role of the social outcast was a strenuous one, you’d found. It’s been this way since birth, one way or another you didn’t ever seem to belong. Not in your family, with their high expectations and merciless harassment for being even an inch out of line. School was not much better. Your inky, dark skin was seen as more of a curse there, always the butt of jokes, never included, never seen. All you seem to do is repel people, over and over. To the point where you even find your own self sickening. Which taught you the first horrendous lesson you had to painfully absorb, it’s that sometimes the only place you can truly live in, is your very own head. Your own dreams taunting you with what it seemed you could never have.

Again. Again your mind taunted you with these painful fantasies. Again he appeared. The boy. The ethereally beautiful boy, seemingly crafted by the stars themselves. His kind smile, paired with his soft yet saucer-like dark green eyes perfectly, his emerald hair adorned with glittering specks of stardust. He held a hand toward you, a scarred, bruised hand, yet beautiful all the same. But what were you compared to him, even his essence cast a great divide between the two of you. 

Yet he still called to you. 

Logically, you were aware it didn’t add up, the circumstances drove too deep of a divide between you both. He… as much as you hated the awful reality, that left a bitter, stinging taste on your tongue, he was a dream. Nothing more. Alas, you still clung to him. You’ve always had that detrimental habit, wanting what wasn’t yours to have, to possess, to hold, to caress. You knew you could never have him the way you wanted, the way you absolutely needed. Yet your feeble arms and your ever so childlike heart reached out for him. 

But you weren’t all to blame. Oh most certainly not. It was the ethereally emerald boy’s fault as well. For luring you into this world of mystique and pleasure. For him, he waited for what seemed like several eternities, in his dark, destitute surroundings, his heart longing to glance upon you once more. 

Some authors are cheesy, corny, and all around unoriginal when they drone on about “the light of their lives' ' when referring to couples. This description could never fit, light implies you simply brought him happiness, just plainly lit up his life. Men are not plants, they do not need sunlight to grow, some simply crave it. Izuku though, Izuku was more like a plant, hell with matching green characteristics to boot. He didn't want you, you didn’t simply cheer him up on a rainy day, or make him smile when all he could do was frown. No dear reader, he needed your presence. Your adductive essence causing his blood to ablaze in such a fire he was unsure how he could even contain himself around you. He craved your spirit. He craved you. 

This led our blundering love sick fool to make a few errors here and there. Leading you in when he shouldn’t. Holding you when the stars scream and plead at him to let you go, for he was only a dream, and you mere reality. He knew this, the stars repeated this, over and over again, in the same painstaking manner, yet it never clung to his mind not once.

His hand was still patiently waiting, rough and clammy and almost real. His emerald pools cause shivers to take a deep dive down your back. Underneath his freckled cheeks bloomed a bright blush when you accepted, your soft, dark brown had in his. 

Suddenly the surroundings changed, the blinding white light consuming you both as far as the eye was at once sprinkled with tiny specks of stardust. At first a handful, then like sand pouring out from above, filled the background. 

This had happened plenty of times before, when you and Izuku desired to change the atmosphere around you both, something more befitting of the majestic and oh so passionate love you shared. 

Thus, the sand like stardust poured out more and more, overtaking his hair, getting in your eyes, taking up your lungs, concealing your entire body similar to quicksand. You were not frightened thought, knowing you had no use for a mortal body regardless in this dream world. 

After a moment of absolute darkness, you rubbed the dust from your eyes to see an large empty ballroom. The spacious ballroom began with a large marble staircase leading to pristine marble floors, the ceilings were high and golden chandeliers hung brightly. There were large windows that began at the floor and extended all the way toward the ceiling, serving you both a glorious view of the night sky, of the observant stars that had granted you this space. Not much filled the room except in the center stood a small table with a lily encased in glass. A radiant orange lily, ensnaring your attention with its beauty as you fervently danced around it with your dream-like partner. 

Who could blame you for striding down the great ballroom halls with your dashing prince every night? You woke up to get spit on at lunch during the day. Or maybe another teacher assumed you were dumb by taking only one glance at you and your pitiful demeanor, not your transcript full of As. Why wouldn’t you soak up the girlish glee this imaginary lover adorned you with, ever so kindly? Your parents were never as gentle as he was when they screamed at you, cursed at you. The bullies at school seem to want nothing to do with you, but prince charming can’t seem to get enough. 

Years went by, with the same thinking, the same entrapment in your head. You began to block out all the unpleasant bits of your life, repressing the trauma deep in your memory, to make room for the new memories your lover and you would create together. Social isolation left you in destitute solitude, until you went to UA, until you actually became the princess of your dreams, until you actually met your prince.

And now farewell! Until we meet again - Tuxedo Mask

Okay this is the end for rn and if y'all really like it I'm really planning on this being a series!

[kurokrisps]

Kuro at the gym 🏋🏾‍♀️🐇💪🏾

[rockybloo]

I don't know if you've been asked this before but what shows or pieces of media influenced/inspired Beanstalked? I know you've mentioned Gitter and Guilt stemmed from your love of Tokyo mew mew and other cool superhero stuff (I saw those mha ocs!). But can you point to any specific shows or books that made you want to create that story in the first place, or changed it to where it is today since it's been rewritten?

FUCK YEAH A BEANSTALKED QUESTION

I think the series at the top of the list that deeply inspired Beanstalked are Cats Don't Dance, Atlantis: The Lost Empire, Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas, Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child, Bleach, D. Gray Man, Soul Eater, and Kingdom Hearts,

Cats Don't Dance's entire thing of being about an outcasted group of characters forcing their way into the spotlight, or basically finding their own happiness, def influenced the main motivation for a lot of the main characters in Beanstalked going against the status quo of both their stories and the depressing situation of the world they live in.

Atlantis: The Lost Empire and Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas have so many elements in them that imprinted on me as a kid. Like both movies having a crew of side characters that have very vibrant personalities that lead to them becoming sort of found families. And the latter having a villainess that quite literally is the reason I made Nevermore the way she is.

Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child was basically my first exposure to fairy tale retellings with more diversity and was basically the extra motivation to make basically everyone in Beanstalked POC. And I'd say it being a series made in the 90s def impacted some of the vibes I resort to when looking for Beanstalked inspiration stuff like music instead of the expected medival fantasy.

D. Gray Man, Bleach, Fullmetal Alchemist and Soul Eater all had an influence on me deciding to make Marchens unique magical weapons that range from being a typical weapon like a sword to more extreme instances like a whole element or even a location. Plus them all having a large cast of characters was what led to me deciding to have a big cast for Beanstalked.

I know for certain that the Noahs and Arrancars are what made me go for having the Big Bads in Beanstalked be the typical "we sit at a big ass table and plot evil things" but with some coworker banter tossed in like they do in D. Gray Man, which remains like...the only anime where I've seen the villains poke at each other like a family (granted they kinda are but this is about Beanstalked and not a very underrated manga series so lemme refocus).

And Kingdom Hearts will always be one of my favorite vibes just because of how cool the Heartless looked as monster designs. They definitely are what made me think of how fun it'd be to make the ink monsters in Beanstalked parasitic creatures that adapt to their surroundings. And the "book rooms" in Beanstalked are greatly inspired by the opening tutorial level of Kingdom Hearts where you awake in a void on a stained glass platform.

Plus Traverse Town remains one of my favorite locations in all of gaming and is the direct influence and inspiration for Briar Patch being the hub of Beanstalked. I constantly listen to the music whenever I have to design Briar Patch stuff.

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{TLDR: I'm cringe, dont be a jerk or else I'll report and block you,}

{I'm queer and trans, I stand with Palestine, I'm autistic,}

{and I'm an artist in a lot of fandoms, I also write and animate.}

About me:

Preferred Names: Leaf / Ralzai (you can also call me deer or some other gender neutral nickname as long as I dont tell you to stop calling me it)

Pronouns: I'm okay with anything except she/her, but I prefer They/Them. (And yes this means anything, xenos/neos, it, call me a bug for all I care lmfao, just dont call me she/her)

Orientation: Aroace ( lithoromantic/cupioromantic, sex repulsed cupiosexual)

(lithoromantic means desiring a romantic relation ship or feeling romantic attractions with no desire, or even feeling disgust, at those feelings being reciprocated)

(Cupioromantic/Cupiosexual is when a person has little to no romantic/sexual attraction but desires a romantic/sexual relationship)

(Being sex repulsed means to feel disgust or discomfort at the though or action of sex or sexual intimacy, it can also mean feeling disgust at the action of it and still having that attraction, or feeling disgust at the thought of it but have no issues or even experience please from the action)

(Aroace is a term used for people who are somewhere on both the asexual and aromantic spectrum)

Gender Identity: FTM TransMasc Male-Alighned Agender

(FTM is a shortened abbreviation of Female To Male, which is used for trans males or trans mascs who where born a female/AFAB but now identify as a Male or somewhere on the masculine spectrum)

(Transmasc means to be transgender but not exactly trans male or female, it just means to align with a masculine aligned gender)

(Male aligned means to be somewhere on the masculine spectrum of genders but not necessarily just 'male')

(Agender is a gender Identity that sits outside of the gender binary. It is used to describe people who feel as though their gender is neutral or just does not exist at all.)

Special Interests: Astrology (not the fate telling kind), Astronomy, anything to do with the ocean, spiders, snakes, black cats, Crystal's, gaming, art, animation, and reading.

(Theirs probably more I just cant remember it)

Fandoms: Minecraft, Stardewvalley, Pokemon Arceus, Unpacking, GachaLife/GachaLife2, Creepypasta, Marblehornets, TOH, Underale, Deltarune, Welcome Home, My Little Pony, Pokemon, MHA, Marval, DC, FNAF, and FNF.

(Theirs probably more I just got a crappy memory and cant remember them all)

An intro on what I do, who I am and what I stand for:

I am a small artist and creator on youtube and TikTok under the name "Cryptid_Kat", I post my art, animations, OC's and more on both of these accounts!

I am no where close to being a professional by any means, but I hope to one day turn my art and writing into a career. Maybe I'll even be able to do game development haha!! But for right now I'm going to work on what I do know and build that up across platforms slowly :]

Also: I'm a furry, a therian, and I'm Aroace and Agender. I will post about these things on here and if you're uncomfortable with that you can either just skip over it or leave.

Another fun fact about me is that I have Autism and Dyslexia! I also have asthma. These three things affect my life daily and if I get comfortable enough on here I might talk about that a bit. But for other disabled people, please know that this is a safe space :]

This is also a safe space for other minorities and anyone who just wants somewhere to relax without having to deal with stuff like being disrespected or politics or whatever.

(So basically if you're lgbtqia+, poc, disabled, or anyone that just wants a place to chill, welcome!)

I will only talk about politics when it's about people rights or lives being taken. I stand with Palestine, and I'm a queer trans person who is disabled. My accounts are not a place to be a bigot, homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist, a zi0nist, or anything of that sort. If you think like that than leave my blog. I have no tolerance for bigots and horrible people.

What I make and creations I will most likely post about:

Animations (AMV's, practice ones, just small ones, etc) I'm just practicing it and I just recently got into it but I want to get better at it some day! I haven't done a whole lot of full animations but I'm getting there!

Writing (I write mostly about my own OC's but I might try to do some writing with more fandoms. Idk yet though) I mostly do; Fantasy, Romance, Adventure, Action, Angste, and stuff involving gore and Violence, but I might start writing smut again (not 100% sure though, still experimenting lol), and in all my writing I post here I will try my best to put the appropriate warnings on it! (This also goes for all my work)

Art (Mostly OCs but I'm more than happy to draw art for fandoms!) I mostly just do little doodles of my characters or character sheets but I'm gonna start practicing doing full finished drawings! I'm mostly a digital artist but I do make traditional art and I dabble in realism every now an then :] My favorite kinds of traditional art are painting and colored pencils! I really like drawing realism but I'm also a cartoonist!

Game Developing /Coding (I haven't started learning yet but within the next few years (like two) I'm going to be learning how to code and how to make games, while that's happening I'll post my progress here!)

Fursuit / Dino Mask / Coplay creation and planning, I want to get into sewing so I can someday make my own fursuit and cosplay stuff, but until then I'll just be posting what I have (which is mostly just Dino Masks).

Gaming (Minecraft, stardew valley, etc...) I'll be posting small clips or screenshots, or photos of games I'm playing, and I'll probably even make art for those games and stuff lol

[moriartyluver]

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Act I

In which the past of the lady of crime is revealed, Celeste James Moriarty joins UA and catches the eye of a certain organisation.

Our story is about the girl who managed to confound he world's greatest detective...

The genius criminal mastermind, known as Professor Moriarty.

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

ⓒ Kohei Horikoshi

ⓒ Hikaru Miyoshi & Ryōsuke Takeuchi

ᴅᴀᴛᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ : 02.10.22

ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ : ???

𓂃 I do not own My Hero Academia or Moriarty the Patriot.(Name) and a few OCS belong to me. 𓂃

this book will not contain any specific characteristics (hair, height, race etc.). I will have my own personal interpretation of her but her design is yours to imagine. This is a reader insert after all. The only mentioned characteristic will be her red eyes. That is all.

(On that note, her family will be white. That doesn't mean she will be though because she's adopted. As for Louis in this book, you can choose whether you're biologically related or not but you will have a brother-sister dynamic.)

• (Name) will be female and use she/her pronouns.

•(Name) will be a female version of the character "William james moriarty". Her name in this will be 'Celeste' but it will be constantly referred to that it isn't her real name and just the name she had taken on after stealing her adoptive sister's identity. THIS DOES NOT MEAN ITS AN X OC STORY

• (name) will have the tendency to not be a great person sometimes. We all have flaws, so it's only reasonable that she will too.

•some of the older characters will be aged down (e.g. shigaraki will be 18 ish). These relationships will usually be between the Mc and villains so they aren't meant to be healthy and this isn't me justifying anything. It just makes the story less weird if a 20 something year old isn't obsessing over a 16 year old girl.

Warning!

this book contains themes of child abuse, swearing, yandere tendencies for some, harassment, death, violence and mental instability. It will also contain spoilers for recent chapters of the manga for mha as well as spoilers for moriarty the patriot

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Tokyo Revengers

Jujutsu Kaisen

Naruto fandom

DBZ

DBS

DBGT

DBZ Fan made manga

One piece

Fairytail

Haikyuu!!

Blue Lock

One Punch Man

Attack on Titan

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Totally Spies!

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Honto ni Atta! Reibai Sensei

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Maid Sama!: It's an Extra!

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the Hunter Guild

Isarizawa Jinkuro - Revengers

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Fuse

Fruits Basket

Yu Yu Hakusho

Black Clover

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

FUKIGEN NA MONONOKEAN

Kuroko's Basketball

Free!

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu No Yaiba

Fire Force

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Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign

Castlevania

Chainsaw Man

Tenchi Muyo! Ryo-Ohki

Parasite

All of the Studio Ghibli movies

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Chapter 33: All Good Things End

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It was nice to pretend to be a normal teenage for a while, but now it has to end. With the gaze of those terrifying green eyes, YN knew her and Daniel's time was up.

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Masterlist 

“I found you…”

YN was frozen at the sight of the green haired boy in front of her, he was slightly shaking in an emotion YN couldn’t decipher. Joy? Anger? Excitement? Hatred? Maybe it was all the above. Daniel was standing next to the fountain, covering his ears in panic, glancing between Izuku and his sister. His eyes started to glaze over in gold.

“How did you find us? Why are you here? What did you think was going to happen?!” YN almost shouted, her fists clenched and starting to shake. Kirishima held his arm in front of YN in an attempt to shield her from Izuku.

“I followed Kirishima when I noticed he was sneaking around.” He took a step forward. “I’m here to take you home.” Step. “I know that I’m going to take you back one way or another. Both of you.”

“Back off Midoriya.” Kirishima stepped forward, activating his quirk.

“Stay out of this.” Izuku bit back. “She’s my sister. She’s mine.”

“I don’t fucking belong to you.” YN snarled.

As the three glared and practically circled each other, Daniel stood on the sidelines patting his palms against the sides of his head. He started to breathe in quick succession, his fingers curled into fists and those fingers started to shine in a gold tone. He couldn’t see anything in front of him as his eyes were covered by an opaque gold film.

“You’re not gonna hurt her Midoriya! You wanna fight someone! Then you fight me!” Ejirou shoved Izuku away from them.

“So you think you’ll be her hero here?! You’re nothing compared to her! You don’t know anything about her! I’m her brother, she’s mine! It’s time for you to come home YN, don’t make me call-” Izuku was cut off by YN.

“First of all, you know nothing about me! You just want to possess me! And I will never be yours, or your mom’s, or anyone’s!” YN snarled at him. “Are you mad?! You gonna call All Might?! Have him fight your battles again?!”

That seemed to make him mad, he lunged his hand over to grab her forearm. YN lurching forward from the sudden pulling forward action. Daniel’s head snapped toward the sound of his sister grunting in pain, his body shaking in anger. Emotions that he couldn’t control overtook him.

“Don’t touch my SISTER!!” Daniel shouted.

Suddenly the ground cracked under his feet, small cracks but they were radiating gold from them. With each heaving breath the boy took, the fountain seemed to shake as well. Several glass windows began to crack. It seemed like he was going to recreate the café incident tenfold. He almost did, had it not been for Aizawa showing up and activating his quirk to nullify the boy.

In the commotion of screaming, Izuku managed to get away before anyone could prove it was him who caused this and before he could see it was Aizawa who helped him. As the older man jumped down from where he was, shoving past several running people to get to them, YN turned to Ejirou.

“Go. I don’t want you to get in trouble.” Before he could protest YN kissed his cheek and pushed him away. “I’ll find a way to you. Now go.”

He ran off, and YN turned back to see Aizawa carrying her passed out brother in his arms. The man did not look happy with her.

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Hours later

After tucking her brother down to sleep, YN went into the sitting area. Immediately met with the furious glare from the man, knowing that she was going to be hit with another lecture YN plopped down into the nearest chair. Crossing her arms and looking away from him, she prepared herself for it.

“I don’t know why you’re mad at me. You gave me reign to go outside, I was responsible and made sure Daniel was with me.” YN snarked.

“You didn’t feel the need to tell me that you were meeting up with my student, that you were discussing running off with him and your brother?” Aizawa stood up. “Not to mention the fact you clearly weren’t as in control of your brother as you made it out to be. You were right there, and you didn’t stop yourself from falling prey to your own emotions escalating Daniel’s fear. It’s a miracle I was able to convince the cops I had it under control.”

YN rolled her eyes. “Oh I’m so grateful you got to play hero. My pathetic little quirkless self grovels at your feet. My savior.” Her tone dripped with sarcasm.

“I’m getting really tired of your tone. I risked my ass to get you and your brother out of there with as little police involved, like you wanted. Now you’re going to just run off with your brother, who can’t control his quirk, and my student.” Aizawa glared at her. “He has a promising future as a hero and you want him to throw that away?!”

“I wanted to pretend to be a regular person for once! Why is that so much to ask for!” YN shouted back, jumping out of her chair. “I don’t want him to give up his future, but I don’t want to live here hiding for the rest of my life.”

“I am trying to keep you safe. If you can’t just cooperate with me, maybe there need to be more restrictions.”

“Maybe I just need to take my brother and go.” YN bit.

“I can’t let you do that. You clearly don’t know how to handle your brother’s quirk, and he would be a danger to others. I have a responsibility to keep people safe, and he can’t be around others. So you can either stay here and listen, or I can separate you two.” Aizawa stated, feeling guilty for the threat but he needed to make it clear.

YN screamed and shoved his chest, he barely budged. “You monster! You son of a bitch!” He only grabbed her wrists.

“Go to your room. We can discuss it later but for now, no going out for a bit and no seeing my students.”

YN ripped her wrists out of his hands and stomped over to the room where her brother was sitting on the bed, holding the laptop they still kept hidden. He looked at her in understanding, just like a few weeks ago. YN nodded her head at him, they were leaving tonight. YN knew the hero went out at at for his patrols, and he locked the door. So while she had been shouting at Aizawa, Daniel had snuck out to grab the hidden spare they had made.

“We leave. We’ll get in touch with Snow and find a way out.” YN sat across her brother, they both leaned forth and rested their foreheads together. Rubbing them together like two goat kids. “I won’t let anyone take and use you. I promise I’ll protect you.”

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Later

Izuku landed in a dark alleyway, pacing back and forth as he tugged at his hair. His sister was acting out, and now Kirishima was involved. Not to mention how he basically caused her- their brother to almost cause a catastrophe in public. How was he gonna tell mom? Tell All Might? As long as he posed a possibility of causing Daniel to lash out. He couldn’t take them together.

His racing mind was interrupted by a familiar figure stepping out of the shadows. Shigaraki.

“I know you’re hunting YN and Daniel. I’m hunting them too.”

“I’ll fight you if you even think about taking them.” Izuku got in a stance.

“I offer a truce not a fight. My sensei wants the boy, his power and his genes are important.” Shigaraki drawled and circled the younger boy. “I know you have a stronger… connection to the girl. So how about this? Next time they run off, and they will, I take the boy you take the girl. Together they are too much, but if I grab him and knock him out, she’ll be too distraught to fight.”

Izuku looked down and considered it. Deciding that maybe having YN would be enough for now, before he took down the villains and rescued Daniel, YN would be so grateful and wouldn’t fight him anymore.

“What do you say?” Shigaraki whispered, fully planning to one day betray him and steal her as well.

“Yes.”

[wow-its-that-weird-gay-kid]

So i’ve noticed my writing posts have been picking up some traction so i have decided:

im re-opening my requests! what i will write (fandoms):

TMNT (specify version)

marble hornets

creepypasta

voltron

scp (doctors and staff)

dsmp (no minors)

mha

Ninjago

Danny phantom

south park

Homestuck

Batfam

What i will write for (tropes):

X reader

x OC

character x character

Angst

fluff

lgbtq

poc

smut IMPLICATIONS

minor gore

headcanons

What I will not write for (Tropes):

Smut

heavy gore

rape

pedophilia

racism

transphobia/homophobia

fat shaming

zoophilia

yandere

kinks (maybe)

minors/people who dont want to (only platonic) (looking at you dsmp)

incest

If you want me to write for a fandom that is not in this list, feel free to ask! I might not reply right away so sorry about that!! I’m really glad people were liking my previous writings and I’m ready to start again! :))