#mha sceanrios

[rishiguro]

BUSY THINKING ABOUT BOYFRIEND!DABI

a/n: more dabi.

boyfriend!dabi who never wanted to be so close to someone, yet found himself being drawn towards you from the moment you met, no matter how hard he tried to resist it.

boyfriend!dabi who loved to tease you from day one, finding it extremely attractive when you roll your eyes at him and turn away, unable to hide the smile on your face.

boyfriend!dabi who practically moved in with you, but not really - he himself however doesn't have a place so he always stays at yours.

boyfriend!dabi who wouldn't even dream of ever introducing you to the league, wanting to keep this side of his life as far away as possible from you.

boyfriend!dabi who gets more and more afraid the more time passes because he starts to share every part of him with you - even those which he told himself died a long time ago.

boyfriend!dabi who sometimes disappears for weeks without notice, always leaving you worried sick.

boyfriend!dabi who then shows up randomly one night with a slight smirk on his lips as he greets you so casually like he was never gone in the first place.

boyfriend!dabi who feels heartbroken when he watches you sleep next to him, seeing how you clutch against him, afraid that he'll disappear again.

boyfriend!dabi who can't believe that someone like you could truly love someone like him, deeply afraid that the warmth he feels with you is nothing but an illusion.

boyfriend!dabi who would never bring this up, not wanting to destroy the safe place he got with you - even if that place was fake.

boyfriend!dabi who slowly starts to realize that you do love him in the smallest of things; the faint blush on your cheeks when he teases you, the way your eyes light up when he enters the room and how you cling to him when you're asleep because surely nobody could fake that.

boyfriend!dabi who loves it when you run your fingers over his scars, instinctively closing his eyes whenever you do it.

boyfriend!dabi who keeps telling himself that he should push you away, but his heart aches every time he thinks about that.

boyfriend!dabi who hasn't had a home for most of his life and would give everything to protect the one he found with you.

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[tobi-momo]

@toosharkinternet asked: BHIEFBIWBGI MOMO!!!!!! CONGRATS!!!!!!! YOU DESERVE ITTTT!!! I was hoping you could do a Denki + 2 am + crack? :))))

ugh babes ofc you know im doing this pls i love you youve literally been here the whole time thank you <333 also ik this sucks but pls bear with me kalsdasd

denki + 2 am + crack

"Stop doing that."

"Stop doing what?" He looked at you with an innocent face, continuing his actions of poking you in the side repeatedly, barely squeezing your skin and grazing it with his fingers. His tickles always lasted forever, taking so long to get out of his hold.

"Tha-hat," you giggle, your sentence being interrupted with a laugh as you try and work your way out of his grasp.

"I'm not doing anything though?" He repeats his actions, not letting you get away from him as he attacks your sensitive spots.

"Denki, please?" You try and pout, only to have that interrupted as well. He laughs with you, finding enjoyment in the way you squirm.

"Mmmmmmmmm," he pretends to think, pausing his movements while still holding you down, pressing a finger to his chin, "nah, I'm having fun."

You were just about done with his antics, wanting to get revenge. You needed to get him off of you first, though. You wrap your legs around his waist, him making an "😳" face before smirking. That bastard. You flip him over, him keeping in a yelp before realizing he's got it in for him. Once you're on top of him he looks scared, knowing what you'll do.

"Hey, hey Y/n, we can talk about this," he pleads, trying to grab your hands and clasp them together so you can't do anything. You raise them up so he can't reach, only huffing.

A single poke to his side and his entire body squirms, trying it's hardest to wiggle out from under you. You giggle.

"Oh my god, please Y/n, please, no," he begs, his desperate eyes beading at you.

But, no mercy.

momo's 400 follower event! (closed!)

[thetrashywritingwitch]

Demon King! Bakugou x Fem! Reader Pt. 2

Part 1 here!

I got some good reception on the first part, and sorta left it at cliffhanger?? Just took me a while to figure out where I wanted to go with a second part. Hope you enjoy!

The next week trudged along like slow molasses despite the world and people around you moving at a perfectly normal pace. Exhaustion crept up on you day after day as your dreams turned into nightmares once you left the hospital and made your way back home.

No one knew how you ended up hospitalized, only that you were brought there after a coworker found you passed out at work. Doctors found no abnormalities or reasons for the loss of consciousness. The voice in your head stopped during the day, and resumed his demonic raspiness at night. 

You dreamed of fire and brimstone, of shadows and monsters, of piercing red eyes staring at you with ravenous and unquenching hunger. Each night this Demon King attempted to steal your soul, and each night you fought back and awoke in a cold sweat. 

He called you “Love” more than once, as if he knew you in another life and wanted nothing more than to keep you with him forever. But you were no prisoner, and despite the aching fear of what might happen if he actually accomplished his goal...you swore that you’d keep fighting. 

Over time you grew familiar with your nightmares until eventually the smell of burnt flesh and the sound of screams no longer caused you to flinch away. You found out King Bakugo loved talking about himself and his domain - which you exploited to bide your time and learn more about him. Through feigned curiosity and honeyed words you let him ramble on about how powerful he was, about how many souls he’d stolen, about how his hunger was never sated. Sometimes you thought he almost enjoyed your company...but at the end of every conversation he would approach you once more in an attempt to devour your soul. 

This last time you swore you glimpsed a reflection of regret in those fiery eyes of his right before you were whisked away to wake up in your own bed. 

You were exhausted at this point from lack of proper sleep and a mind that wouldn’t stop, but you weren’t really sure what to do other than power through it. A plan slowly formed and, as they came to you in bits and pieces, you wrote them down. 

Eventually you came up with a plan. If it didn’t work, might never wake up to try again. 

You walked without fear against the rancid smell if blood, your feet warm atop the cracked and boiling rock until you saw the glow of the red gemstone besides the throne of the Demon King. 

Back again, I see. Shall we try again?

His voice slithered in your ear like a curious snake seeking out its prey in the darkness. You didn’t flinch this time. 

Rather than let him bring you up the steep and winding steps, you rose on your own. He smirked at your boldness, welcoming you here into his territory like a lion waiting patiently in the brush. 

You licked your lips, chapped and dry from the hot air, and didn’t miss the way his eyes followed the movement of your tongue before darting to your face proper. “Tell me, King. What keeps the lowlife below you here from rising up against you?”

He was amused by you, and stroking his ego kept his mouth running. “Weak little thing. They know they could not beat me, even if every stupid beast walking these planes of fire attacked me at once. They would all...fall.” 

As handsome as he was malicious you came in close, fingers ghosting over his bare chest like smoke. Bakugo was powerful, of course. But he was also a man, and men could be so easily swayed if you pulled the right strings and pushed the right buttons. “Is that so?” you cooed while moving closer until you were practically sitting in his lap. 

“So brazen today, as though you want me to devour you,” he declared without bothering to hide the hunger in his eyes. 

“If you truly wanted me, you could’ve had me by now,” you argued as your nails scraped his searing skin. A growl caught in his throat; you weren’t sure if it was in frustration or lust. 

“Insolent little-” But you cut him off by lunging forward and shutting him up with a kiss. Your mouth burned and your throat felt like it was on fire, but you didn’t pull away. The Demon King gasped before easing into the touch, letting a single moment of vulnerability rear its head. 

Perfect, you thought. As the heat gave way to pleasure and you were sure he suspected nothing, you bit down on his tongue and tasted hot iron in your mouth as he yelped. 

“You wretch! What are you-” Your hand was around the glowing crystal hovering above his throne before his claws opened gaping wounds in your back. 

You screamed at the pain shooting from your hand down your arm and into your belly as though you’d swallowed lava. He tried to pry you from the crystal but even he was burned by your glowing aura. 

“What have you done?!” he screamed, but you couldn’t hear him over the echo of power surging through you. Intoxicatingly delicious you drank it like in like sweet wine until you could swallow no more. 

You turned to Bakugo seething with anger below you, and for the first time since your nightmares...he looked afraid. 

“I will be your toy no longer. Every King needs a Queen, after all,” you explained with surprising calm while stepping down and taking your new place upon his throne. He was unseated, and you were in control. 

He tried to lunge, but with a snap of your fingers he fell to his knees, unable to move. “You look good this way, like a dog begging to be set free. So many sleepless nights...my revenge will be delicious.”

[bnha-memes-n-headcanons]

Hi Okay this may seem a lil odd but could I get an scenario for a poly relationship between Shinsou, Bakugou and their SO that loves to watch their boy's be cutesy with eachover? Btw I love your work

You weren’t really sure how you ended up this lucky, but man were you glad you did. You had two amazing boyfriends who were soon to be heroes. It was your second year at UA, and Shinsou had made it into class 1-A, replacing the little gross shit Mineta. You got to spend everyday with your favorite people, it was amazing.

However, there was always an extremely cute part to your day. When your boyfriends, Shinsou and Bakugou, would goof off with each other. Whether it was Shinsou falling asleep while laying on Bakugou, and him running his fingers through the other’s purple hair after an intense day of training, or the two fighting together, it always made your day.

You never felt left out, as you spent as much time with them as they did each other. It was perfect, really. Sometimes you and Bakugou would be in his room watching a movie on the weekend when Shinsou would finally wake up (It’s like 1 pm how does he function on school days) and come lay with you two. He would snuggle in the middle and usually would fall back asleep.

Very rarely, someone would rudely comment on Shinsou’s quirk, and oh lord did that make Bakugou mad. Bakugou would yell at the person, sometimes making them cry, and then absolutely dote on Shinsou. You would always be more passive in those instances, usually staying by Shinsou and holding onto him.

Aizawa quickly learned that he can’t seriously put you, Shinsou, or Bakugou against each other. None of you wanted to hurt the others, so none of you would give it all. However, you all make an amazing team. You’ve almost created your own language, you all know how to interact with each other perfectly when on the battlefield. Bakugou nor Shinsou are that articulate when it comes to their feelings though, which has led to some fights, but everyone has always made up by the end of the day.

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Sorry if this is a bit short!! I loved this idea!! And sorry if this sucks, I’ve never written a scenario before oops.

If you don’t like this or want more just send in another ask!

[explosivenebula]

Hey, I'm needing a comfort thingy, sorry if you don't do it hehehe, but im trans (ftm) and my dad yelled at me and other stuff (not comfortable saying , sorry) so I kinda would like bakugou to comfort me with that, maybe that's when he find out I'm trans too? Have a good day, drink/eat something and try to sleep tonight!

Thank you so much! I love this request. I wasn’t sure if you wanted an s/o type headcanon, so I made it into a small scenario. Also, I added an abusive father figure aspect into this, I hope that’s alright? I hope that everything good comes your way. Don't worry, you aren't alone in this! Please enjoy this, and remember to take care of yourself.

Bakugou Katsuki x Transgender Reader SCENARIO {COMFORT} {REQUEST} {GENDER NEUTRAL}

SCEANRIO: Bakugou comforts a transgender reader after an especially bad conversation with an abusive father. 

PAIRINGS: Bakugou Katsuki x reader

WARNINGS: Major swearing, abuse, panic, self-degrading thoughts, mentions of alcohol

*Note* This story takes place in the dorms, all characters are aged up third years

**MATURITY TAG**

If you’d like to request a similar headcanon or something entirely different with the same or different MHA/BNHA characters, feel free do to so! Note: Most of my work will be a gender neutral reader/perspective, unless you specifically request something different. You may also request a headcanon for any size, ethnicity, religion etc of person, everything here is welcome! (As long as it is not offensive, and follows the guidelines.)

Obnoxious lights of your quickly combusting phone illuminated the dark room as the door slammed shut in your face, the wood plastered to the sides rattling at the force you had used to push it closed against the door frame. 

Another day spent surrounded by the shit your father had once again forcefully shoved down your throat, his harsh words being forced onto you in a similar way of how his alcohol breached breath plagued your senses. 

“You’ll always be my child.”

“You do what I say, stop with this gender bullshit. What the fuck are they teaching you in that shithole, huh?”

His words stained your mind, impossible to wash away with the sheer use of soapy and remorseful half-assed apologies, that you would find yourself rather lucky hearing pour from his constantly running mouth. 

Worse yet? He decided to call you in the middle of a thankfully peaceful dinner with your classmates. Just when you were beginning to think he forgot to deliver his daily reminder of how much he despised your so called ‘disappointing and disgusting’ choices. Just when you had been clinging onto the last string of hope that finally, you could forget about him, for just one night. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, and your heart had immediately sunk at reading the name on the screen.

 The entire class had seen you run off quicker than you ever had. They witnessed you slamming your hands down on the table and pushing your chair out with such force it tipped and broke the backing wood, before you had turned quickly on your heel and stormed of to your room, silently hoping they didn’t dare catch a glimpse of the salty tears beginning to fill your eyes. 

Worse yet? You had to answer. As if you had a choice against someone like him. One missed call would only spark his rage even further, and your phone would be blowing up with more than jus insulting messages and voicemails, before the school would inevitably be called, your father putting on his sweetest voice to convince them to let him talk to you. 

You swallowed harshly, finally letting loose the wall of tears building up behind your desperately red eyes. You could feel the knot in your stomach let loose, everything finally breaking down the struggling emotional barricade and pouring themselves into you. 

Three soft and heavy sobs were followed by a soft thud, your knees hitting the ground as your hands curled themselves up into your palms, red crescent shapes forming on your skin and the applied pressure you forced with your nails. It wasn’t long before another knot forming was released in a heavy wave, exploding from your chest in the form of a loud, desperate scream carrying mortifyingly loud across your room, and most likely, the entirety of your floor. 

Were you not good enough for him? You were still his offspring, his child, should he not love you no matter what? Was that not what parents were supposed to do? They were always right, no matter what. So you must have done something wrong, it must be your fault. Right?

You’re small shuddering and sniffles were interrupted, your ears nearly cascading over the noise of knuckles rasping om your door if it weren’t for the slight pause you took between chocking sobs. 

You froze at the sound, your hands shuddering before clasping over your mouth and clawing at your dry and chapped lips to simply cover the sound of your whimpers. What were you supposed to do? They hadn’t said anything, whoever was there. They seemed to simply be waiting...listening. Until, you head an all to familiar voice carry across the barrier separating your bodies. 

“Oi, fucker. What the hell is happening in there?”

You mentally cringed, your bleeding palm smacking your own forehead at your completely arrogance for the situation. Of course if you screamed as much as a crying banshee, no wonder someone was at your door. No, not someone. Bakugou.

The one person you had kept your crush on throughout all three years spent training at U.A. The one person you wished to completely avoid with your problems in the fear he would simply yell at you for being so weak and desperate, for allowing such meaningless words to affect you so much. You knew he wouldn’t. He was gentle with you, extremely gentle. He never hurt or yelled at you like he did to everyone else, and you swore you caught an occasional smile from the ash blonde shooting your way. But of course, your thoughts simply wouldn't allow it. 

But here he was, standing at your door while you sobbed in your own messy pity, curled up on the floor in a desperate search for whatever comfort you could drag out of your own physical touch, no matter how deprived it just made you feel. 

“Oi, idiot. I’m fucking talking to you. Don’t you dare ignore me, I know your ass is in there.”

You couldn’t help but curse under your breath, the ball of emotions sent tumbling out of you earlier quickly being retracted back into place at the thought of him waiting for your reply. But how could you? You’re voice was hoarse, your throat was dry and you were covered in your own drenching, salty tears. Perfect. 

Again, his knuckles rasped on the door, this time, much more annoyed and rough. Bakugou wasn’t an idiot, he heard the scream and desperate sobs. He heard how you muttered a complete ramble of insults under your breath. Hell, that’s why he was here in the first place. Could you even bring yourself to reply no matter how hard you tried? Most likely not. But you had too. He was growing impatient, and every second you spent absent-mindedly sitting on the floor like some lost child, the more his chances of simply inviting himself in would increase-

thud

Did he just...blow your door open? Your head snapped up in surprise, finding deep vermillion eyes piercing from the bright hallway behind and glaring down at your shaking form. His glare was cold at first, but quickly softened the moment he registered just what was happening. 

He swallowed, his eyes turning from a soft stare to worried, wide eyed and flurried look of concern. “y/n?” Was that even you? He couldn’t recognise you, especially with the collapsed figure of his own crush laying limp on the floor, blotched tear stained cheeks, and a look of complete terror.

“Oi oi oi, what the hell?” His harsh words were met with a reassuring gaze, his foot pushing to close the door behind him while he moved forwards, removing his hands from his pockets and dropping down by your side. 

Had he done this? He came in so suddenly, and you had obviously not been expecting anyone to be interested, let alone inside your dorm after whatever had just happened. You were frozen, like a deer in headlights, your eyes piercing through the worried gaze of deep vermillion irises. 

Your mind struggled and ceased to fathom what had just happened, and what you inevitably knew was bound to happen from this point on. There was no turning back from here. The ash blonde had seen you in such a state. What would he think? You’re mind racked for answers, all pointing towards outcomes you’d much rather die than have to live through. 

But something about his body language gave away his deep understanding of your current emotions. He may be rough and vulgar with both his language and actions, but he was far from dumb. Katsuki knew something was much more than wrong. This was more than a simple breakdown, and the screaming his ears had been plagued on earlier simply aided that thought.

“Hey, dumbass.” You shook, your skin beginning to lace itself ridden with goose bumps, forcing a violent shiver out of your muscles. You didn’t feel cold, the air being at your hair and skin only a fraction of the reason for your violent shakes. Whether it was your own sudden outburst that scared you, your fathers abrupt and vile phone call or Bakugou’s violent entrance, you're face gave away your seeping terror either way. 

You didn’t have time to force your thoughts to lock themselves away behind your usual barrier of fake emotions before Bakugou brought a strong, muscled hand to sit on the arch of your back, gripping your slightly crumpled shirt and using it to pull your body into his. 

The hard landing was quickly met with his head resting on top of yours, wandering hands pushing your head into the crook of his neck where the intoxicating scent of harsh caramel stung at your nose. 

There was nothing you could do to push against his hard and strong hold, the arms he kept you trapped within helping ease your stress and bring you down from such a quick rush of events. His voice cascaded in your ears, nudging you further to calm your nerves and finally communicate to the worried male what on earth had happened. 

“Damnit, fucking hell. Hey, calm down. What the hell happened?” You could hear the frantic worry dripping from his usually venomous tone of voice, making you realise just how Bakugou felt about the situation. 

He was always kinder and softer to you, and now, it showed. His body pressed tightly against yours, and his gentle yet husky voice swimming in your ears, both forms of his incredulous comfort. And this is what specifically sparked your newest breakdown, the newest flood gate opening, releasing hot tears that streamed down your face in unforgiving lakes.

At first, Bakugou froze, worried his touch had caused your sudden burst of tears. But just when he began to pull away in fear of making things worse, e felt you curl up into his touch. 

You weren't able to describe how you felt, or at least not into words. So you showed him through your actions. Showed him how much you felt you needed his touch. Your fingers curled around his shirt ad gripped onto it tightly, refusing to let the male go from your grip as you practically sunk into his arms. And despite his sudden appearance and knowledge on the matter, you felt nothing more than to show him how you truly felt, show him what you truly were.

You couldn’t stop the words falling from your mouth pouring your heart out and hoping he would pick it up as gently as you needed him to. 

“I-I’m ne-ver good e-nough” His eyes widened, tight hands wrapping themselves even tighter around your torso while his fingers grazed and massaged your scalp. “Shut it, you are. You always have been, dickhead. What the hell happened to make you spew such bullshit?”

You shook your head, hands shaking and preventing your desperate attempts to fumble your way out of his grasp. But his strong hold on you simply grew stronger with every pull of your muscles, yanking you back into place with a surprisingly gentle motion and forcing you to stay quiet and seated in his soft embrace. 

His voice came out into soft rumbles, vibrating his chest against your head. “I’m serious, who the fuck got that bullshit into your head, eh? I’ll blow their fucking ass sky-high.”

You simply shook your head, sniffling back another wave of hot tears. “H-he to-ld me I w-wouldn’t mak-e it, t-hat I’d be use-less here.” The frown on the ash blondes face only grew deeper and more violent in intentions. “Who said that? Who is this dick?”

It took a while to respond, not wanting to make it obvious. It’d been kept a secret for so long thrown under the bus as simply as a light breeze blowing and sweeping a leaf across the ground. No one payed any attention unless they went looking. And often, that ended in hollow questions you never answered. 

But what could you do? Especially in a situation such as this. No, you’d ever get another situation like this in your life. What could you do, in this situation? In his arms, in the moment, the only right thing you could drag yourself to achieve was sink further into his comforting embrace, and finally allow the package to be released from your shoulders the next. 

“M-my fath-er” 

You felt him freeze, his body tensing harshly with the words that had come tumbling out of your mouth so restlessly. “I- fucking what?” You managed to nod slowly before more lazily formed sentences fell out. “He alway-s says I’m n-not good enough. He still calls me that.”

Bakugou groaned, rubbing his pal, against his forehead in anger. Not to you however. The ash blonde male was livid with what you had told him. He didn’t have a perfect home life, but it sure as hell seemed a lot better than yours. At least, he understood part of you situation better than he originally assumed he could. 

“What do you mean he still calls you that? I don’t understand, y/n, look at me.” He used his thumb to tilt your head upwards, studying your soft and forlorn expression. “Talk to me, you idiot. What’s really going on here?”

And in that moment, you seemed to pull the pin, ready and more than prepared to release yourself and let that momentum of self doubt and worry go. Bakugou was here for you. You had planned to tell him as soon as you felt necessary, but in this moment, it felt real. This was it. 

You snickered, burying your face further into the crook of his neck. “Bakugou...I- uh.” You paused, struggling to get the words out. But he was patient with you, and it only took a small rub on the back and his fingers grazing over your cheek to coax and answer from you. “I’m transgender, Bakugou.”

There as a gentle silence, and for a split moment, you thought he would be mad at you, or scream at you for crying over such a thing. But instead, his grip only tightened, dragging you closer. His face looked slightly shocked at first, but quickly changed back to his relaxed and slightly worried stature. 

“Seriously, a fucker would be such a dick to you for that? Why didn’t you tell me earlier dumbass? I don’t care about that, I just care about you. It doesn’t make you any less weak, and I sure as hell don’t look at you differently for it.”

He noticed you weakened face and laughed, looking down as you attempted to not burst into tears on the spot. You sniffled harshly, using the back of your sleeve to wipe your nose. “T-thank y-you.” 

The blonde simply nodded and slowly picked you up, keeping you safely secured as he walked and placed you down gently onto your bed, not wasting any time in crawling next to you. 

“Seriously, I’m here for you. So stop crying, you don’t need to, not anymore. I’ll punch your fucking bastard of a father when I see him, and next time he calls, I’ll snap hat goddamn phone in half. Hear me, firecracker?

Posted 06.25.2021

Written and Published by: explosivenebula

[cynergy-laughter]

So...

I feel like my content has gotten scarce. And it has. I just don’t know what else I can write about as far as Dream Daddy Headcanons go. But, I wanna hear from you guys. What do you guys want me to write as far as headcanons, ticklish and non-ticklish, go for DDADDS.

Also, I was thinking about doing some MHA headcanons/sceanrios. Stuff like, “Most likely to be banned from Minecraft” or “Who of Class 1-A would be most likely to drop a diss track?” And maybe some ticklish!headcanons as well. It all depends. What do you guys think? Send me messages/DM me. I would love to hear your suggestions. ^^

Oh my gosh... The Dads as pro heroes... I gotta get on that!

[rishiguro]

BUSY THINKING ABOUT EX BOYFRIEND!DABI

warnings: stalking. possessive behavior. mention of arson and murder. yandere-ish?

ex boyfriend!dabi who acts like he never cared about you when the two of you you broke up, not missing this opportunity to tear you down.

ex boyfriend!dabi who despite telling himself otherwise, can’t seem to let you go.

ex boyfriend!dabi who burns everything he connects with even the slightest memory of you, hating to be reminded of you.

ex boyfriend!dabi who hates not having you by his side and decides to go on a rampage whenever the anger gets too much.

ex boyfriend!dabi who hopes you see the news reporting on how another building has burned down or how another civilian has vanished.

ex boyfriend!dabi who blames you for his outbursts because if you were there with him, nobody would be harmed.

ex boyfriend!dabi who sometimes leaves tiny trinkets on your doorstep only to take them away after you noticed them, toying with your psyche.

ex boyfriend!dabi who still lurks around your neighborhood during dusk and dawn.

ex boyfriend!dabi who hides in the shadows when he follows you around, careful not to be seen by you.

ex boyfriend!dabi who hates how his stomach turns when he sees you out with somebody, being close, holding hands or even kissing.

ex boyfriend!dabi who can barely control himself in these moments, feeling his palms heat up.

ex boyfriend!dabi who tracks down whoever was with you an corners them in the dark hours of the night.

ex boyfriend!dabi who makes sure that you never see them again — by any means necessary.

ex boyfriend!dabi who knows that he still loves you — but if he can’t have you, no one can.

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[rishiguro]

AUTOPHOBIA - DABI

warnings: mentions of murder. non graphic injuries. swearing. 2.5k+ words.

angstober event

dabi walked around the now completely destroyed district, half-heartedly kicking a small rock in front of him. with his hands stuffed in his pocket, he looked oddly calm and collected, the only signs of the past battle being the sweat that glued his hair to his forehead and the dirt stuck on his entire body.

he sighed, gazing at the horizon for a quick second before taking a turn and continuing in a different direction. slowly speeding up, he quickly glanced at every body he came across, only to keep walking as soon as he saw the person’s face.

surely you had to be here somewhere. you were an extremely resilient person and also very capable at keeping yourself alive, no matter what. your entire life you had tried to keep yourself alive, somehow managing to beat the odds, no matter how bad the situation got.

so you definitely were here somewhere.

but where could you be?

dabi rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, pushing away the uncomfortable thoughts that crept up on him.

you couldn’t be gone. he saw you here somewhere and you were fine, he told himself. and you certainly weren’t dumb enough to fall into the hands of some young hero.

you were better than that.

so you were definitely here somewhere. hiding?

were you seriously trying to pull a prank on him in times like this?

dabi didn’t know for how long he had been walking around, but slowly the surroundings, despite being completely destroyed, became familiar again.

furrowing his eyebrows, he tried to remember the last time he saw you, before his steps sped up again, quickly carrying him through the debris, before he caught a glimpse of a familiar sweater.

before he could even blink he was kneeling down beside a pile stones, stones which once had been a wall, and dragged them off, carelessly throwing them to the side to reveal a familiar body, clothed in the aforementioned dirty sweater.

his eyes quickly examined the state you were in, taking notice of the completely disheveled hair, the ash sticking to your skin and the wounds littered across your body. the blood was dry, leaving behind sharp crusts over the broken pieces of skin.

no, that couldn’t be right. that couldn’t be you. you never got severely injured, not once. you were careful, stealthy.

you never got caught. you never got hurt.

dabi clicked his tongue, leaning back a little. “honestly, you almost had me fooled,” he stated with raised eyebrows. you surely were convincing, barely even moving a muscle. he looked over to the rubble he just removed from your body. “did you plant the debris on top of you? i doubt that young hero was strong enough to cause that” looking back at you, he shook his head. you surely had some weird ideas. “you could’ve killed yourself, you know? and for what? just to scare me?”

you always liked to provoke him just enough to get a rise out of him, no matter how. you enjoyed seeing him all riled up, completely contradicting his usual apathetic self. you liked to coerce him out of his stoic shell, grinning at him whenever you reminded him that he could indeed feel things.

that he felt things for you.

“prove a point?”

he groaned in frustration when he realized that you still weren’t moving a muscle, seemingly very into the whole act.

“stop this shit” he demanded, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “get up”

turning his head to the side, he examined the surroundings. for now you were safe, alone, no one here besides the two of you and some bodies scattered around. injured or dead, dabi couldn’t care less.

he turned back to you, sighing. “we have to leave before some shitty heroes show up to look for survivors” a sinister grin appeared on his face for a short while, remembering the havoc the by now big league of villains had caused earlier. so much destruction and death.

hurting them right at their weak spots.

“i doubt there’s any though”

by now he would’ve expected you to open your eyes, maybe even give him a lecture on how he was unnecessarily cruel. and he would agree with you, that sure, maybe he was, but he also believed that everyone deserved what was coming for them for supporting a system built on shutting out everyone who seemed like they didn’t fit. kicking away everybody that wasn’t perfect enough.

and then you’d get quiet, not wanting to openly agree with him.

“hey, are you even listening” he flicked your forehead, expecting some sort of reaction again, only to be met with nothing. what were you trying to pull here? “it’s not funny. stop playing the damsel in distress”

he clenched his jaw tightly. “seriously”

and still nothing. you laid there, unresponsive, eyes still closed shut, like he wasn’t even here. did you even hear him?

“you’re not funny, you know” he shook his head, mouth forming a slight smile at the idea that just came him. surely that would get you to react. “i could just leave you here when the heroes show up. maybe that would teach you a lesson”

you were infamous for escaping the heroes every single time, even back when they first caught eyes on you. nobody really knew how, but somehow, even during your days as a lowly criminal, they were lucky to even get some cctv footage of you.

they surely would be stunned finding you here. a free trophy to be taken, an infamous villain served on a silver platter.

that would certainly make for some great headlines in the news.

“hey,“ dabi called out again, reaching out to shake you by your shoulder. your skin was cold, colder than he expected. a frown etched itself onto his face.

he shook his head. no, it were probably his hands that were still a little heated, not having fully cooled down yet. that must be it.

you’ve never been cold like that.

he groaned in annoyance, balling his hands into a fist. “the gig is up, get up now,“ he demanded sternly.

and still, nothing.

“seriously, it’s not fucking funny anymore”

he furrowed his eyebrows, cursing under his breath. there was no way you could be that committed to the act. what could even be worth it? you never had it out for him like that before, no matter what happened.

gnawing on his lower lip, a few images flashed in his mind.

of him, fighting some hero that he didn’t know the name of, dodging his attacks while cursing him out loudly, shooting flames at him.

a familiar, yet distant voice calling out to him, which he promptly ignored, too busy with the situation at hand.

a loud bang, immediately being followed by something — someone — throwing themselves at him.

his body being flung away, looking at your form in shock as you were hit by something.

a quirk.

“are you trying to teach me a lesson or something,“ dabi asked, rolling his eyes at you again. he shrugged. “it’s not my fault you took that blow earlier”

you threw yourself at him after all. “besides, it wasn’t that hard, so get over yourself”

and dabi retaliated. just a few moments later he hit whoever it was that had hit you, leaving behind a charred body.

“the lousy hero is dead anyways. we’re even”

and yet you still wouldn’t move.

were you really trying to teach him a lesson? right now?

dabi would rather have you give him an hour long lecture about awareness as soon as you were back in the hideout than be stuck here right now, on his knees next to your still and hurt body.

“are you deaf? i said get up,“ he raised his voice at you now, reaching out to shake you again. “hey”

the villain grew impatient, clearly bothered by your lack of response.

didn’t you hear him?

“come on, move,“ he barked again, feeling the anger rise in him. were you seriously just ignoring him like that? was your lesson so much more important than letting him know that you were okay?

were you really that cruel to him?

didn’t you love him? you said you did.

“don’t act like you can’t hear me,” he snarled angrily.

get up. wake up. open your fucking eyes.

“hey”

do anything but don’t just lay here like you were dead.

“stop,“ he whispered, digging his own nails into his palm.

do anything but what you were doing now. please.

you couldn’t do this to him.

“come on”

why couldn’t you just listen to him?

“hey,” he tried again, his voice a little softer. despite that, you still didn’t show any signs, leaving him to grow more frustrated again. “i said get up,” he snapped.

nothing.

“fuck, listen to me,“ he demanded, exhaling a shaky breath. “hey!”

nothing.

“get the fuck up”

nothing.

“open your fucking eyes,” he demanded loudly again, practically digging his fingers into your skin, leaving behind red marks. “i said open them!”

and yet you didn’t.

nothing.

“fuck this,“ he cursed out, letting go of you and rising to his feet.

“i’m going to fucking leave you here, what then, huh?” he spat, clenching his teeth together tightly. he flexed and relaxed his hands repeatedly at his side. “what are you going to fucking do then?”

come on. move.

“going to let one of these dumb heroes find you,” dabi continued, by now practically hissing at your unresponsive self. he turned away for a second before looking down at you again. “and who knows what they’re going to do to you then”

capture you. interrogate you. lock you up, never to see the light of day again.

come on, wake up.

would you really allow him to talk to you like that? so dismissive, so cruel?

and yet you laid still.

“hey! i’m talking to you!”

you were never that quiet. you never ignored him.

he fell onto his knees again, reaching out to shake your body one last time. “don’t do this, don’t fucking do this,” he clenched out between his teeth, hunching forward and putting his forehead on your arm.

he took a deep breath before straightening his back. “alright, fine,” he muttered defeated, “you won, doll. you scared the shit out of me, okay? now get the fuck up so we can fucking leave”

he pulled your body into his lap, fingers running over the wounds on your arms.

“get up!” nothing. “i said get up!”

“fuck, come on, stop playing, this isn’t funny,“ dabi commanded, a slight tremble in his voice.

with trembling fingers he reached out, pressing them slightly onto your neck.

“give me something, anything,“ he begged, “please, you can’t do this to me, please”

he felt a huge weight lifting off his shoulders when his fingers finally felt the blood pumping through your veins faintly.

you were still here.

but why weren’t you waking up?

“open your eyes,” he gulped again, “i said open your fucking eyes”

another flash of images appeared in his mind.

your body flying a few meters after being hit. you, hissing and groaning in pain as you tried to lift yourself onto your feet again. you, clutching your side with a pained expression, locking eyes with him for a second before you turned around and assumed a fighting stance.

that couldn’t be true.

you were fine.

you had to be fine.

you were always fine.

“come on, i know you can hear me,“ he whispered to you, begging. you why couldn’t you just answer him?

you were still here, you were alive, weren’t you?

he shook your shoulders again slightly, his own hands trembling. “wake up. i said wake up!”

his voice broke as he continued to chant at you. “i’m telling you to wake up, damn it!”

he hunched over your body again, arms clumsily pressing you close to his chest, rocking your bodies back and forth.

“please,” he whispered with a broken voice, “please, doll. i’m sorry for yelling at you, okay? now can you please open your eyes? for me, yeah?”

nothing.

dabi swallowed harshly, blinking rapidly as he continued rocking the two of you, whispering to you.

nothing.

he hates this. he hated how you were so still and unresponsive, he hated how he was shaking whenever he brushed his hand over your arm, trying to warm you cool skin, he hated how his entire body was trembling.

he hated how he felt so weak, so useless, like a small child, unable to stand up for himself and unable to help the people close to him.

unable to help the person he loved.

nothing.

“you can’t do this,” he whined angrily, miserably failing in suppressing the rage in his voice, “don’t fucking do this!”

you couldn’t leave him. you promised not to leave him.

“don’t leave me, come on”

he clutched you even closer to him, his own heart beating rapidly against his chest.

“i know you can hear me,” dabi claimed shakily, forcing a smile on his fear-stricken face as he caressed your cheek with two fingers. “i’ll forgive you for this shit, i promise i won’t be mad, just wake up now, yeah?”

nothing.

“go ahead, open your eyes,” he encouraged you again, his voice uncharacteristically high-pitched.

nothing.

why didn’t you listen to him? you said you’d listen to him.

“i said open your eyes!” dabi demanded loudly, immediately clutching you close again.

he felt his chest constrict as he leaned over you, pressing a kiss on your ashen forehead.

nothing.

you couldn’t leave him. not here, not like this.

“you can’t do this to me!” he cried out, “please, please, please”

while softly running his fingers over your face he dug his teeth into his lower lip again, breaking the skin on it in the process. “stay with me, yeah? stay right here with me! you have to wake up!”

nothing.

“don’t leave me please,” the villain begged, pressing another kiss on your face. “i need you, doll”

nothing.

“you can’t go,” he whimpered, his body and breath trembling, “don’t go where i can’t follow, please”

you couldn’t leave, not like this.

he still wanted you, he still needed you, he loved you.

you were all he had left, all he loved, all that kept him breathing every day.

“i love you, please,” he confessed, feeling his eyes burn again, “please wake up”

you couldn’t just leave him like that, you couldn’t.

and yet you didn’t move an inch.

“okay, okay, i get it. not here. that’s okay,” he whispered, not even sure if you were able to hear him at this point. but he knew that he had to get you away from here, quickly. it couldn’t be much longer till the police would arrive with rescue heroes in tow. you had to leave. “i’m going to carry you, okay?” carefully he reached underneath your knees with one arm, pulling them close to himself, before grabbing you with his other arm.

he pulled you close, continuing to whisper to you. “we’ll be back at the hideout in no time and then you can open your eyes yeah? you’ll be safe and then you can wake up”

he had a weak smile on his face, his eyes burning as he looked at your frail face. you looked so pale, so unnaturally pale. “that sounds like a good deal, yeah?”

nothing.

“okay” he muttered, before turning to you again. “up we go, yeah?” he warned, lifting you into his arms and standing up shortly after.

“i’m going to hold you tight, yeah? just hang in there with me, doll. i got you”

and with you safely secured in his arms he ran off, disappearing behind broken buildings.

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[thetrashywritingwitch]

May I please request a scenario where Shinsou accidentally ends up sitting at the table next to a Cat Club from an all-girl’s modeling school while visiting a local cat cafe, and reader (the leader of the club) drags him into one of the club’s conversations. In the end, he and reader become really good friends, and the rest of the club (hoping to set their leader up on a date with him) insists that he joins. Please and thank you!

lkj;dlskfja omg. I’ll assume Cat Club just means a club dedicated to loving cats?! hopefully im right!

Shinsou walked casually down the sidewalk, hands in his pockets with a look of tired determination in his eyes that told anyone who looked his way he knew exactly where he was going and no one was going to stop him.

…No one was going to stop him from spending an afternoon at his favorite Cat Cafe downtown, absolutely not.

There was nothing embarrassing about being able to study while also petting a bunch of purring, soft cats who just wanted attention and the occasional toy filled with catnip.

Shinsou walked inside and was greeted by the familiar face of the older woman who owned the Cafe behind the counter. They knew each other well by this point. 

“Hello, Shinsou. The usual?” she asked, and he nodded. Shinsou always got a large cup of black coffee whenever he came by, rarely deviating into more adventurous flavors. 

He glanced around and found that most of the seats were taken…but there was one open table next to a large group of girls all wearing similar uniforms. They weren’t UA uniforms, nor did they look like the uniforms from any other school he was familiar with…must be a high school that didn’t train Heroes. 

Almost as soon as he sat down, a familiar black cat named Moonlight hopped up on his lap and started purring while he pulled out a textbook, one hand flipping through pages while the other scratched under Moonlight’s chin. A lot of people were afraid of black cats due to the superstition of bad luck, but Shinsou didn’t mind at all. 

While he attempted to focus on studying and the hot coffee now sitting beside him on the small table, the group of girls nearby seemed enthusiastically excited about the Cafe and all the “adorable cats” lounging around. Maybe it was their first time in a Cat Cafe?

There was one girl that sort of…stood out to him. The others seemed to be surrounding her like a halo. She was pretty…prettier than Shinsou realized until he realized how much he was staring and glanced quickly back to his textbook. 

You looked his way, and smiled. 

“Um, excuse me? Can you help us settle a little argument?” Shinsou looked up to see the girl in question staring right at him with a questioning look. Shinsou felt his ears burn but he attempted not to show it. 

“Yes? What?”

“So, these two cats here,” you started while pointing to a cat on your left and a cat on your right, each one situated atop the lap of another girl in the same uniform. “We can’t figure out which one is more adorable. We’re at a tie right now and need someone to be a tiebreaker. Care to help us out?”

Shinsou stared at the cats with a raised brow before answering in a deadpan sort of tone, “no cat is cuter than another. They all have their qualities that make them unique. I couldn’t rank them if I tried.”

You seemed kind of stunned by his answer, and Shinsou wondered if you thought him rude for the honesty…but instead you smiled warmly. “I actually really like that answer. I can tell the cat in your lap enjoys your company quite a lot��do you come here often?”

That’s how an afternoon of studying turned into an afternoon of talking with a Cat Club from a modeling school a town away. Once a month they took the train here, but this was the first time Shinsou came by on the same day at the same time. 

While Shinsou and the elected leader of the Club were embroiled in an intense conversation, the rest of the Club whispered about this new budding friendship they observed. 

“Should we?”

“We totally should.”

“But, is it really our business?”

“I mean…worst that can happy is they say no, right?”

A shadow loomed over Shinsou, forcing him to look up. The rest of the Club stood around them, their eyes glimmering with suspicious mischief. 

“So, we thought about it…and we definitely want your input (y/n) of course, but we all agree Shinsou should join our Cat Club and come to our meetings from now on! What do you think?”

You stared at Shinsou, who stared back with a lump in his throat. He really did enjoy today’s conversation…but joining a club? With people? Forcing himself to be social? He wasn’t so sure. 

“Oh, I think that’s a great idea! Shinsou knows the area really well and could take us on a tour next time we’re in town. What do you think, Shinsou?”

He looked at your eager face and bit his tongue on the word “no.” Maybe if he saw you again…socializing wouldn’t be so bad. 

[thetrashywritingwitch]

Hello! Could you write a story about villan/antihero bakugouxfem!reader, where the reader is quirkless. One day when she was in the city she somehow found herself in the middle of the fight betwen heros and villans and when she was about to get hurt she's saved by bakugou. You can decide how the story ends. :)

Sure, i’ll try my best! I haven’t written antihero Bakugo before but I have written Villain Bakugo Here! 

i will say there are distinct differences between a villain and antihero (motivations, mainly) so i’m rolling with antihero, here :)

When you were four years old, you stood by impatiently as you watched the quirks of your classmates slowly develop and appear. Every time a new quirk showed up, your childish wonder turned to jealousy, standing back without a quirk yet as everyone showed off their new powers or traits. Eventually you were the last one in the classroom without a quirk, feeling the eyes of your friends and teacher on you day after day until your parents took you to the doctor. 

She confirmed that you would be quirkless, and any hopes you had of experiencing a quirk were dashed like petals in the wind. 

As you grew up, you really tried not to let the fact you were quirkless hold you back from your aspirations and goals. You could still be smart, and strong, and successful without a quirk. There were plenty of job opportunities available since so many people wanted to be Heroes, but only a select few saw that ambition through to the end. 

Without a quirk you had no way to defend yourself in the event of a villain attack, so you really hoped all the professional Heroes out there knew what they were doing in the event of a disaster. 

…However, over the past couple of years someone new appeared; someone who wasn’t a Hero, or at least didn’t want to be openly recognized as one. He’d never given an interview and never stuck around for the media to show up, but news outlets eventually gave him the nickname “Ground Zero” for all the chaos he usually caused. Only glimpses of him appeared on news segments, a shadowy figure who swooped in when he felt like it to provide a bit of aid, but didn’t care much for following laws or regulations regarding the use of quirks or property damage…and his quirk caused a lot of damage. 

The police weren’t fans of his tactics, which put an emphasis on raw power rather than just incapacitating villains and rescuing civilians. But, there was something almost appealing about him to you? Maybe you fell into the “dark and brooding, possibly also handsome” trap, but you always enjoyed reading articles where the people in charge were obviously frustrated with his “reckless tactics” even though he saved as many people as pro Heroes on a regular basis. If his goals were still good, what was the harm of letting him do his thing? Maybe he was a little more violent than Batman…but, same gist. 

Your days were routine and fairly boring, though: get up, go to work, go home, sleep, rinse and repeat. Villains rarely came around your neighborhood or office, which weren’t particularly spectacular or anything. You didn’t live in a super ritzy part of town, and your office building was unassuming and bland. Overall, you felt safe. 

It was early Monday morning and you were attempting to sip the coffee that was still too hot to drink when the ground shook beneath your feet. People looked up and stared with wide eyes as a lumbering shadow filled nearly the whole width of the street. 

Tendrils stuck out from it’s body like flowing ink as a hideous roar overpowered the sounds of honking cars and morning chatter. 

Everyone started to panic, yourself included. 

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit…oh man it was only a matter of time, right?!” Heavy footfalls echoed on the pavement as people fled the opposite direction of the large and monstrous villain trying to find safety. But then someone stopped and pointed, which made other people stop, too, because doing what everyone else was doing was oftentimes an unconscious act. 

“A hero!”

“OK, we should be fine now, right?”

“Are the trains still running?”

You were too busy trying to brush off some of the coffee that had spilled on your blouse while running away to notice that the villain seemed to be splitting itself up into smaller blobs, and one - no, now two - heroes might not be enough to deal with the current threat. 

“I just bought this…” you mumbled, too distracted to notice the other people around you continuing their run to flee from the encroaching villain…until it was right on top of you. “Huh?”

A gaping maw filled with teeth loomed over you like a nightmare, and as you dropped your coffee and stared up into the face of impending demise, you screamed. 

“BACK OFF, FUCKER!” A deafening blast made your ears pop as heat enveloped you, but your eyes were screwed shut and you had no intention of seeing what was happening if you really were about to get eaten. At the same time you were lifted off the ground and felt yourself flying through the air before landing with a thud. “Oi, moron! Don’t just stand around and let some damn villain swallow you,” the same gruff voice from before said. Finally you opened your eyes, and were met with the familiar silhouette of the vigilante. 

No one had managed to get a close-up of his face at any point, and you realized that was a damn shame because he was way more handsome than you’d imagined him to be…which unfortunately caused you to stumble over your words like the moron he called you. “Uh… uh huh!” 

“Stay here,” he said, pointing to the ground like an owner asking a dog to stay put before he ran back out from the alley. He didn’t even give you time to thank him…or sass him for that comment!

As curious as you were to see how the fight was going, you hid in the darkness like Ground Zero told you to do. The last thing you wanted to do was piss off a guy who had an explosion quirk, so you leaned against the brick wall, took out your phone, and emailed your boss that you probably wouldn’t be making it into work today. 

After about ten minutes things finally seemed to quiet down. Footsteps caught your attention, and you looked up to see Ground Zero walking towards you. A little scuffed and his hands were still smoking, but he didn’t look particularly injured. “So you can follow directions after all.”

“Thanks for saving me but you don’t have to give me an attitude,” you said while sticking your tongue out at him, which made him scoff. 

“Moron, when a villain shows up you run away if you can’t fight.”

“Maybe I wanted to be saved by the famous Ground Zero,” you said without thinking before turning around and clapping a hand over your mouth when the words registered. Oh no that wasn’t supposed to happen! Damn you, brain!

But instead of snipping back at you, he just laughed. It was a surprisingly nice sound. “You got some nerve basically asking to be rescued like some weakling, but at least you’re honest about it.”

“I’m quirkless, not like I can do much about it anyway...” you mumbled, not really wanting him to hear. His boots crunched under the gravel before he passed you and started walking into the darkness of the alley, probably not wanting to be seen or caught by police that were no doubt about to show up. 

“If you don’t have a quirk, figure something else out. And don’t expect me to swoop in next time and save your ass.” Without turning around he trotted off until you were left alone as sirens blared somewhere on the streets. You looked down at your hands and wondered if, just maybe, being quirkless didn’t mean you were helpless. 

oops that ended up long OH WELL

[thetrashywritingwitch]

Hi there! I live in a different time zone so I'm already sending a request. First of all I wanna say that you're one of my fav tumblr writers and I always get excited when I receive a note that you wrote something new. Looking towards to all you future works. Anyways lets get to the point. My request is kitsune!bakugouxfem!reader, so let's say that the reader gets sucked into a yokai world where she meets with him and he has to (unwillingly) protect her/help her not to get eaten by yokaies.

I have written one Kitsune! Bakugo reader thing before HERE but it was at a shrine. that was fun to write :) 

And of course the Inuyasha inspired AU HERE as well

Thank you so much for following my blog and liking my writing

With your eyes closed all your other senses - touch, smell, etc. - were in overdrive. Rather than the stale, familiar air of the city, you took in a clean scent of trees and grass and flowers. Sure enough, running your hands carefully over the ground blades of grass and dirt swam between your fingers. 

Laying on your back you slowly opened your eyes and saw a bright orange sky above you, silhouetted by the tops of swaying branches. 

“Where am I…?” you groaned while sitting up and rubbing your head. Nothing looked familiar, which made you start to panic. “I was at home…right? Did I get kidnapped or something?!” 

Standing up and brushing off your pants you turned around in circles in a desperate attempt to spot something familiar. “Hello?” you called out, but no one answered. “What the hell happened?” You were about to start walking when darkness surrounded you in the form of a long and dark cast shadow that stretched and grew like rising dough. 

“Well, hello there lil stranger…where’d you come from, hah?” A gravely voice dripping with dark curiosity boomed from behind you. Immediately you froze, body charged with fear of what you might see if you dared turn around. It almost didn’t sound...human. And who could possibly cast a shadow that large?! “‘Ey! I’m talkin to yeh,” he said in a more demanding tone. 

Do I run? Should I move? Can I get away?

Rather than wait for you to make the first move, the shadow owner stepped to the side where you could see it out of your peripheral vision. 

The creature - because it definitely was a creature - sported stubby horns on the top of his head encircled by matted black hair. His skin was a violent shade of dark purple, making him look not unlike a walking bruise. Tusks stuck out from a wide mouth which led up to beady eyes that shone with devious intent. 

He smirked, and you screamed. 

“What the fuck?! Get away from me!” you yelled while backing up frantically as he came closer and closer, haloed maliciously in by the dark bloody sunset. Your fight or flight instincts kicked in, and since you could definitely not put up an even fight with this…this thing…you let your legs do the work, and ran. 

It yelled out angrily after you, heavy footsteps echoing behind you as you sprinted between trees, desperately looking for some type of path to safety. 

“Please…! Anyone?!” Your screams seemed to fall on deaf ears with only the crunch of grass and leaves under your shoes answering. The thumping behind you grew louder as your muscles started to ache. 

You were just about to give in from exhaustion when another rumbling roar came from your right and, bounding through the treeline, was a second creature even more hideous and angry-looking than the first. 

“AAAAAGHHGHHH!!!” it wailed. With one last breath you screamed, hoping anyone would hear you and save you from whatever demonic hell you’d been dropped into. 

Just before the two of them were right on top of you a booming explosion echoed in the air. Orange and yellow flames burst from some unseen origin, making the two creatures wail in pain. 

“Oi! Take your ugly asses out of my forest!” Yet another unfamiliar voice - sounding less like a mountain and more like an erupting volcano - called out, but you only saw a blur of white in the treeline. 

One of the creatures lashed out angrily at the trees, but his slow movements proved useless against the smaller and faster monster. 

You were so focused on this one that you didn’t realize the other horned demon had come up behind you until a painful groan sounded up above when another explosion hit him right in the face. That’s when you saw him - the smaller, more agile creature. 

Many tails flew behind him like a sunburst as he landed between you and demons. His robes were white and orange and black which nearly trailed the ground. “The fuck did I just say?! Trespass into my territory again and I’ll blow those fat heads clean off!” he barked, one hand sparking up for emphasis. 

The two singed and worn out creatures looked at each other and acted like they were about to walk away…when, at the last second, changed direction and flew right towards you and who would hopefully be your savior. 

“Stupid-” he grit out, and before you knew it the man with the many tails grabbed you up and flitted into a nearby tree, hopping from one branch to another to easily outrun the slower demons. 

You shut your eyes in fear but didn’t dare loosen your grip on his robes as you flew through the air. Eventually he stopped hopping around - something you were grateful for because the rapid movements were making you nauseous. “Open your damn eyes already, the demons are gone.” 

With your feet on solid ground you looked around, only to immediately meet a pair of stunning ruby-colored eyes attached to a handsome man with pale blonde hair, odd markings across his face and arms, and ears that poked out the top of his head. “Uh…who-”

Before you could ask he cut you off with his own questions. “Who are you? Why are you in my forest? And what the hell are you wearing?” Indeed your clothes were nothing like his own, plain and comfortable rather than flowy and elaborate. 

“I don’t…I woke up here. I’m (y/n) and I don’t know where this place is or how to get back home. And you have ears…and tails…and, oh, I’m so stupid! Thank you for saving me!” You bowed quickly after realizing you hadn’t thanked him properly for getting you away from those other demons. The man stepped back at the gesture before gruffly telling you to stand up. 

“The hell do you mean you just woke up here? You look human…” He came in close, sniffing the air while walking in a circle around you. His tails looked so soft, you wish you could reach out and tough them…but doing so didn’t seem like the safest idea, so you kept your hands to yourself. 

“I am human…I assume you’re not, with the tails and ears and all that.” He looked almost offended, as if you should know exactly who he was. 

“Tch, of course I’m not! This is my forest, I watch over it, and know when someone isn’t supposed to be in it...someone like you.”

Begging for your life sounded good right about now, but he still seemed less threatening than those other two. “I don’t wanna be here! Maybe if you help me get home then I’ll be gone and you won’t have to worry about me.”

“And why should I help you?” he asked, crossing his arms and staring down at you with annoyance. 

“Please? You look really powerful and smart and I could use the help, I’m sure no one else around here would be able to get me back home.” You took a wide swing in attempting to appeal to his pride and ego, which seemed to be the perfect combination. 

“Yeah, I am smart and powerful so you got that right. If you got eaten I don’t want your bones dirtying up my forest anyway,” he said flippantly, which made you pale. “The sooner you’re out of my hair, the better.” 

With that he turned around and stalked off before pausing to turn his head in your direction. “Well? Hurry up!” 

Having nowhere else to go and basically no other choice, your feet carried you behind the mysterious man with nine tails. 

I’m aware at least one person will want a continuation of this because i have this TERRIBLE HABIT of ending shit on a “to be continued” type note lol idk how to quit that pfft

but save your request for the next time they open up! I don’t wanna get overwhelmed with “please write a sequel to this” requests lol I appreciate it but if you can wait and send in something official, maybe with an idea of what you’d like to see, that would be appreciated :)

[thetrashywritingwitch]

Hiya! Hope I'm not too late, but can I request Mirio and All Might/Toshi with a S/O who has really bad misophonia? Like one minute they're a tough child and then when they hear their trigger noise (people smacking gum, annoying pencil tapping, etc.) they are trying to conceal a panic attack, and are usually seen with earbuds in? Thankies! QwQ

So I had to look up what misophonia was because I honestly had never heard of it before. 

(for anyone else who doesn’t know what it is) Misophonia: a disorder in which certain sounds trigger emotional or physiological responses that might seem normal to others.

I’ll do my best! Hope you like it, dear

Mirio:

Mirio is a naturally loud and boisterous guy. He doesn’t really hold back anything he’s thinking and his enthusiasm is almost infectious when he gets excited about something

He’s the type to go up to anyone and start talking to get to know them better, which is exactly what he did to you, completely ignoring the noise-canceling headphones on your ears

Rather than yelling, though, he just waves a hand in front of your face but you still jump a bit at the intrusion. He asks if you’re listening to music or a podcast, but you say “no” and explain your misophonia to him

After that he’s very conscious - it takes him a few tries, though - to not yell excitedly whenever he sees you. He always make sure you can see him before he says anything so he doesn’t surprise you

Luckily he doesn’t really fidget a lot, but being around you more makes him hyper-aware of people around him that tap their feet, spin pencils, chew gum loudly, click their tongue, etc. 

Usually crowded space aren’t too bad because people talking would often overpower smaller noises and sounds, but he makes sure you always have your headphones with you just in case

If he sees that you’re starting to panic or feel uncomfortable, even with your headphones, he’ll either straight up ask the person to stop the tapping or whatever they’re doing, or will whisk you away to a safer and quieter area

Toshinori:

When he’s not in his All Might muscle form, he’s far more soft spoken and more calm. After many years of Pro Hero work he understands that loud noises or certain things might be triggering or traumatic for some individuals

He’s a very empathetic person as well as patient and observant, so if something’s wrong he’s likely notice

You don’t mention your misophonia when the two of you first start dating, but after a couple of meetings he starts to observe you fidget and look uncomfortable. He asks what’s wrong but you try and play it off, but someone next to your table is tapping their foot and you can feel yourself start to panic

He sees your eyes darting to the person next to the two of you and kindly asks them to stop, putting two and two together. Of course no one’s going to deny a request from All Might, so luckily the repetitive noise ends

Finally you explain what’s going on and he’s glad he understands properly: he can’t help or be aware of how to handle situations if he doesn’t know what to look for

You have headphones you wear, but they’re a bit old and worn at this point, so he does his own research and gifts you some new ones that are far more comfortable and block out noise much better. Such a thoughtful gift!

Because of his years rescuing people and knowing how to keep calm in stressful situations, he quickly picks up on the signs when you feel uncomfortable and notices noises that he never noticed before