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Happy Birthday Eijirou Kirishima!

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OC Story-Ryoko Mayotta

TW: None :)

Characters: Shoji, Ryoko

Summary: Shoji was chosen to train Ryoko, which isn’t all that hard as she starts to grow on him. But then she starts to grow on him more and suddenly he has to hide his feelings for her while training her and getting to know her.

Requests: Open~~ <3

Hello~~~ This was really fun to write, so it ended up kind of long haha anyways OC credits go to http://aminoapps.com/p/m7dyhi on amino https://my.w.tt/jqCJbBdYd0 on wattpad ~~ I hope this turned out okay??

You’re all beautiful and valid (✿◠‿◠)~~~

How did he end up in the training field with an excitable kid? Well, his classmate’s voice rang in his head, she’s really not that much younger than you. Which isn’t wrong, he was the youngest in his class after all, but he was a little surprised to be picked for the job. He guessed they got along well enough. No matter how many times her head floated off into the sky due to something that grabbed her attention he never felt particularly angry and was able to bring her back to Earth gently. And no matter how many questions came from her he was able to keep up and answer, even if some of them were... not something that she should really ask. It’s been months and neither have faltered. He had to admit though, he found it cute. As he watched her long galaxy-like hair flow after her while she ran up to him, he felt his cheeks warm up a little.

“I finished the exercises like you asked!” She was practically jumping up and down, despite the many laps and grueling bits of training. He felt a little impressed. “Hey, since I finished the training and everything... I deserve a reward, don’t ya think?” Her freckles bunched up on her cheeks as she flashed him a blinding smile that made his heart thump loudly. How could he say no? She did work really hard today. “You’re right. What are you thinking as a reward then?” When she said to follow her he didn’t think twice about walking beside her.

He had to admit, this ice-cream is really good. The pastels surrounding them were pretty and so too were the treat-themed decorations. the place was a little crowded, but he didn’t notice too much with the person in front of him. The AC was also really nice with how hard the sun shone down on everyone and hearing Ryoko talk about any little thing that interested her and ask him every question possible about himself was a nice relaxant. The table they were at was small, leaving little distance between them. Her eyes were so pretty. They looked like their own little galaxies. No, no, and no. This was a professional relationship. He knew what he was feeling, he has for awhile, but it’s only one-sided.

“I’ve never been to this ice-cream parlor before, but I’m really glad we got to go here together, it’s really good!” Her laugh is so pretty too. “I’m really glad I get to thank you for training me and everything!” Then he fell back to reality. She only took him here because it was the nice thing to do for a mentor from a student. That’s it. His heart felt like a shattered vase. Then the fragments of his heart fell to the bottom of his chest as it only sunk in more and more. He felt happy in that moment for his mask and long hair that swept over his face. “You’re welcome, it’s really no problem.” At least he could keep his voice together. She gave him another one of her sweet smiles, and he couldn’t help but smile back, even if she couldn’t see it, as she trailed off to another topic. It felt familiar and he felt warm.

Apparently, she likes cotton candy. She held the treat in her hand as she looked up at all the bright and colorful lights around them as they reflected a rainbow across her already colorful hair. Class 1-A decided to take a well-earned break and enjoy themselves at an annual festival that was being held and he couldn’t help but invite her to come along. He didn’t know where the rest of the class went, it almost feels like they purposefully left them alone. Not that he could find it in him to mind. Even when he felt like a dog on a leash with how she tugged him to every little piqued interest of hers, he could only follow her with a pleasant feeling in his heart. He was sure there was a goofy smile plastered on his face and hearts in his eyes. She didn’t notice though, so he couldn’t bare to change it. They came up to one of the vendor’s games, a classic one where you try to knock down the pyramid of cups. Her eyes were glued to one specific stuffed animal on the wall. It was a mix of many vibrant colors, mainly red and orange, it looked like an interesting mix between a rabbit and a deer. 

He could recite her long re-counts of picking up strange animals and gushing over them. Well... “How much for a play?” He could feel her burning stare, and kept his eyes from looking to his right. He put down a price and then he was reaching into his pocket for the right amount, handing it to the vendor before picking up a shiny white ball. He stood right in the middle of the neat pyramid trying not to think about his pumping heart. He felt nervous. He didn’t want to disappoint her, even if it was only a festival game. “Do your best!” Her encouragement both helped and didn’t. He willed his hand to stop shaking and closed one eye while putting his the ball in front of the other. After what felt like an hour, at least to him, he used all of his strength to hit his target. The sound of all of the small tin cans hitting each other and then the ground filled the air and his shoulders sagged while a small smile his behind his mask. The vendor gestured towards his plethora of stuffed toys and his finger pointed toward the one from earlier.

He now turned to Ryoko, the plush toy in his hand. Her eyes were wide and her smile matched as her hands were balled into fist in front of her, shaking like they couldn’t contain all of her emotions. “That was so cool! I didn’t know you liked festival games—or that you were so good at them,” she started giggling by the end and it made his chest squeeze almost painfully. Her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes were so long. Her warm-colored skin looked soft and he had the urge to reach out but knew better than to do so. Her laugh sounded like wind chimes outside. He was so head-over-heels. But as her eyes opened to the plush she was staring at earlier in front of her face and she took it while thanking him over and over while practically vibrating in place, he didn’t mind. In fact, he thinks he prefers it this way, even if it might not get to ever be said aloud.

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Do you have a master list??? Cause I love your writing and I wanna see all of it

Yup!!! I just made it after reading this >_< I’ve been wanting to so thank you for reminding me! Also, omg thank you, I’m so happy you love my writing!! <3<3 So here’s the masterlist for all your needs~~~

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Masterlist Time~~~

So now I have a masterlist?? And I’m gonna keep up with it fingers crossed

My Hero Academia 

Bakugou

Bakugou’s S/O’s Little Brother Being Taken Hostage (Fluff, angst) : Bakugou and his S/O take care of (Y/N)’s little brother and they decide it’s a nice day for the park. But a certain villain decides to fix that...

Bakugou Saves a Waitress S/O & Finds Something Along the Way (Fluff, first-meeting) : Bakugou takes his chance at an old-fashioned diner and meets an ill-tempered but well-meaning waitress. He finds himself interested in them.

Bakugou with a Cinnamon Roll S/O (Angst, FLUFFFF) : Bakugou doesn’t know how to handle such a tooth-rotting sweet S/O, but he figures it out eventually. He couldn’t be more grateful.

Bakugou’s S/O in a Coma (Angst<3) : Bakugou and his S/O fight together to win the safety of the city, like they always do. Except this time, his (Y/N) doesn’t go back home in Bakugou’s arms the night after. A single phone call from the hospital could either break or make him.

Relationship HC’s (Fluff for cotton candy) : Bakahoe in a relationship is a passionate relationship.

Todoroki

Relationship HCwi’s (Fluff to rot ur teeth) : Todoroki is precious in a relationship.

Todoroki Meeting A Very Down (Y/N) for the First Time (A smidge of angst, Fluff, Drabble) : Todoroki grants (Y/N)’s wishes, even without magical fairy godmother powers. Or a very grey reader makes a wish to be not so grey anymore and Todoroki just so happens to appear. They get along pretty well.

Midoriya

Midoriya w/ an S/O Who is Bakugou’s Sibling (Fuffff) : Midoriya spends after school with his S/O behind U.A. The whole under-a-tree-and-together-alone thing is romantic, until Bakugou’s sharp hound nose sniffs them out and interrupts it to kill your boyfriend.

Relationship HC’s : A cinnamon roll in a relationship. 10/10.

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Reblog this if you are a bnha x reader blog before or exactly on Oct 3

I want to introduce new blogs and old blogs on Nov 1st so it’s basically like a self promotion

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Midoriya w/ an S/O Who Turns Into a Villain

TW: Angst sad boi hours, but nothing besides that

Characters: Midoriya

Summary: Midoriya’s S/O turns to the villain’s side and his heart can’t help but feel heavy.

Requests: Open~~

This gave me a lot of trouble for some reason but I was determined to finish it so,,, here it is, enjoy? Idk if I like the way I did it 100% but I want more ideas to write so break my inbox pls and thank uu

Everything will be okay and I’m here if you need to talk (*^3^)/~☆

Your love was like cotton candy.

Love notes stuck to at least one of you at any given moment, sweets sitting at one desk or the other every morning, red underneath green eyes and (E/C) eyes every second of the day, only turning a deeper scarlet around each other.

That’s how it used to be.

Then U.A came around, and suddenly every box on his calendar became full.

And not a single one had your name on it.

You would think since he’s analytical and smart he would notice this, but at the same time being a hero has been his dream since he was kid.

It was easy for him to get caught up in U.A.

Soon the love notes only stuck to one green-haired person and slowly ran out, the sweets sat only at one desk and slowly dissipated, and it was getting harder and harder to see scarlet on cherubic cheeks anymore.

He wouldn’t notice this much either, between the “All Might this” and “All Might that” and training and studying and going out with friends, because now he has friends.

He hears it on the T.V.

“A U.A student has been seen traumatizing civilians and fighting pro-heroes in-”

His mind just races when he sees a picture of you on the screen.

His head starts to feel like it’s full of cotton, but his brain pushes past it, and he is going through every memory between you two to realize you both stopped making any after starting U.A.

His eyes then feel like they’re opened under seawater, and his lungs feel like they have a clamp tight around them, and he can’t breathe he can’t breathe he can’t breathe-

He passes out, and the world still feels dark to him for the oncoming months.

His eyes are like leaky faucets every second of the day and that clamp is still tight around his lungs, but he forces himself to move and do what he has to because to him he deserves it.

He falls in it really deep to be honest.

His heart still feels heavy with guilt, regret, and sadness.

Eventually, Midoriya turns to All Might since he sees him as a father figure and because he doesn’t know what to do anymore. All Might, being All Might, gives him a long motivational speech and Midoriya has a fire lit in him again.

He knows that there has to be more to why you left, that something has been hurting you. He doesn’t know if he can believe otherwise.

He still blames himself, for not noticing what you were going through and even forgetting about you, but he stops letting that affect him.

Instead, he’s going to get you back. 

He’s ambitious and when he sets his mind to something, he will achieve it.

He still doesn’t think he deserves you and thinks he would hurt you, but he doesn’t want his mistakes to ruin your life. He just wants you to live a normal life.

And he’s going to make sure that you do, no matter what it costs. 

He is going to spend countless days, hours, months, years, however long it takes searching for you to find you and he is going to do it through every means possible.

He is always keeping an eye on the news for any information that can help him, he’s literally begged pro-heroes and teachers alike to give more details, he is even asking villains that are known for spilling to the heroes for your whereabouts.

When he does find you, he will spend however long it takes trying to get you to come back to civilian life or hero life, whatever you want.

Your love no longer taste like cotton candy, but he still loves you.

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Todoroki’s & Y/N’s Wishes for Love Coming True (uwu inducing first meeting drabble)

TW: None but a trip to the dentists because of tooth rotting fluff

Characters: Todoroki

Summary: Todoroki and Y/N have wishes they want granted and maybe they can help each other?

Requests: Open <3

This is really short,,, um

You’re all valid and beautiful!!  (^.^)/~~~ <3

The fountain in front of you sparkled like the coin in your hand. The sunlight made the water glisten and the sound of children’s laughter filled your ears. It was a happy scene, but your heart still felt empty. And you didn’t know why. Slowly the burdens of your life had gotten too heavy for even your strong shoulders to carry, and the world turned black and white. And you tried everything to add color. Every hobby, every relationship, every song, every friend, but nothing and no one ever quite did it. Maybe you finally went mad. You could see your reflection among the coins in the water below you, and hoped throwing yours in would do something. But why would it? A piece of metal in water wasn’t a psychiatrist. The cold painted copper left your fingertips anyway, a wish following it. 

“Why are your eyes closed?” 

When had you closed your eyes?

The man in front of you made you regret closing them in the first place. He was beautiful, and he shone more than the water ever could. Suddenly your heartbeat could be felt, but it was in your throat instead of your chest. “To make a wish.” His eyes burned into you, but they didn’t feel condemning. Not even a little. “I can understand wishing for something.” His eyes were so unique, you noted. Hetero-chromatic, a steely silver and blissful blue. You couldn’t look away from them while you spoke. “I’m (Y/N)” He did a minuscule nod while a small, a barely seen small, smile danced on his lips. “I’m Todoroki.”

When did the world stop being black and white? 

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I couldn’t help but notice you write for BNHA and OCs 👀 I’ve got a fan character I made a while back, I don’t suppose I could send in a request for them? If not that’s okay 👌 I love your blog!

Yup!! I would love to read and write about your fan character, so totally send them in if you want!! And thank you, I’m glad you like my blog ^ω^

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I like your writing!💖💘

I like your kindness <3 <3 Thank you!!

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Ahhh my heart literally exploded from reading that!! Thank you so much!! I really mean it, it was so beautiful

Ahhh you’re making my heart explode from reading this!!! >-< You’re welcome and thank you for the fun request!! And for thinking it was so beautiful (≧∇≦)/

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Bakugou’s S/O’s Little Brother Being Taken Hostage

TW: Sad times and Bakugou’s mouth which needs soap

Characters: Bakugou

Summary: Bakugou and his S/O go out with their little brother, but it takes a turn for the worst.

Requests: Open <3

Hi again (>-<) I’m having trouble with the tags so this is actually the second time posting this :(( Hopefully this one actually shows up for you guys~~ Enjoy?

You were really warm.

The sun was beating down on the skin of your back, but you didn’t care as you hurried to not make a mess of the sweet and cold treat in your hand. Your hands still ended up sticky, but your taste buds tingled with how sweet it was. Though with the warm hand firmly gripping your waist and another smaller one gripping your hand, it was starting to get harder to ignore the heat. The soft cotton rubbing against your arms didn’t help either.

“Katsuki, why don’t we sit down?” The smacking of black combat boots stopped, along with the softer footsteps of the other two. You looked to him, seeing that his bright auburn eyes were searching the park full of greenery. You couldn’t look away from his strong jaw or strong nose or long, dark, eyelashes or high cheek bones or... Then you had to stumble after him like a dog whose owner just tugged on their leash, which wasn’t far off with his strong grip still on you. Your eyes flicked back to your little brother, fortunately still in your grasp. Your lips opened, then you were sitting. You looked at the sunlight filtering through the tree above you, then traced your hand over the smooth wood panels of the bench you and the blonde were seated on. You shook your head.

“This is fu-fine, right? It’s even in the shade for your weak a-”

“Thank you.” E/C met red. “A little more gentle next time though.”

“You’re welcome dumba-dummy.”

“Y/N can I go to the playground please?” You tore your eyes from red ones and instead met them with ones belonging to a puppy dog. “Okay, but stay where I can see you.” They turned into miniature stars. “Thank you!” As you turned back to Katsuki, a lopsided smirk was all that filled your vision. “What?” 

“Just that you’d be a good mom.” Your face burned like a match and your chest felt tight as if you didn’t have one, the sequence of words in his gruff voice bouncing from side to side in your brain. “Like you wouldn’t be a good parent.” His skin felt warm against yours. “I saw you today. You bought him that charm he was looking at.” The blue, red, white, and yellow toy jingled in your grasp in front of his wide eyes. He swiped it away roughly and shoved it back where it was. “You didn’t see shit! Stop being so nosy!” Your laughs only made his face light up more. “I think it’s adorable,” you snorted through your ever growing laughter. Suddenly warm lips were against yours. “Just shut up.” You only smile and nodded against his plush lips.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes flashed open. The birds’ songs were on mute and so were the leaves brushing against the ground, but you didn’t take note. The pumping in your ears synced with the pumping in your chest, it felt like your blood was replaced with steel. Did someone put superglue on the cement? All you could see was what you could only assume to be a villain standing in the park. Your eyes scanned the rest of the park. Where was he? Where was he? Where was he?

“Who the fuck’re you and the fuck you think you doing here, huh?!”

The birds came back and so did the leaves. Suddenly the superglue and the steel were gone too. You could guess Katsuki had more than one vain popping out of his forehead. His muscles were tensed and his heels were dug into the grass a couple feet in front of you. You could only see his back, the sun giving him golden rays as an outline, making him look like he came out of a comic book.

“You hurt someone close to me. Time for some payback, no?”

Burning eyes met yours. “Get everyone else the fuck out, got it? Then get somewhere safe.”

You nodded, your brain was full of muddy water, but you had a priority and a job to do. You pushed off of the bench and strained your eyes for any sign of life. A blue shirt came into your vision and your feet ran towards it. Pale blue eyes and a pale face with wet tracks looked up at you. “We need to go, okay?” You didn’t hear an answer, just a whimper, and decided to hurry. They were small and shivered in your arms as you ran to find more people. You felt like a robot, repeating the same thing over and over again, blocking everything out and only being able to hear distant explosion and other sounds you don’t want to make out. Because then you have to turn your eyes towards them. You’re not a pro hero. You’re not a pro hero. Why are you shaking? You’re not a pro hero. Just keep bringing people to safety. Just keep bringing people to safety.

A scream.

A scream?

Katsuki’s scream. 

You whipped around, a group of people behind you looking at the same scene.

The villain was spread across the short green grass, or now black. His clothes were charred and beyond repair, his wounds the same. Although his chest was moving up and down. There were holes, more like craters everywhere. Trees either black and burnt or fallen. Smoke was still traveling upwards from the scene, truly making it look like a war had taken place. Katsuki stood in the middle of it all. Well, knelt in the middle of it all His clothes were better than that of the villain’s, though they were torn and shredded in some places. You couldn’t see any red on him. Your chest felt a little less tight. His arms were gripping something in front of him, but with his back turned, it was a mystery. Until you saw familiar shows peeking from behind the blonde. 

You didn’t know you had moved until you fell to your knees next to him. Then you were in a tight and consuming hug with the two. Never had you been so glad to be warm.

The police station wasn’t very warm, but paperwork for the incident had to be done. You stared at the pile of paperwork in Katsuki’s lap to your right.

Name: Hiro Tanaka

Age: 24

Quirk: Inventory; the ability to store anything, living, dead, and/or inanimate, in the mind as long as the quirk user has some form of a bag on them. Overuse results in-

You really hated quirks sometimes.

“Y/N?”

You looked at your little brother to your left.

“Yes?”

“Can we get ice cream again?”

Your eyes stared at the little charm he held in his lap as played with it.

You looked back at the hero to your right.

“As long as he gets to come, okay?”

“Deal!”

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Hello!! I would like to request something. So Bakugou and his s/o takes care of his s/o's little brother it's almost like they're one happy family (😁) but a villain attacked the city and the little brother gets taken hostage so bakugou and his s/o saves him together? I would LOVE to see how you would write this. Thank you!!

Bakugou’s S/O’s Brother Being Taken Hostage

TW: Sad times and Bakugou’s mouth which needs soap

Characters: Bakugou

Summary: Bakugou and his S/O go out with their brother and it takes a turn for the worst.

Requests: Open  (#^.^#)

Hi!!! Thank you for thinking I’ll do such a good job (>o<) I just hope I don’t disappoint!! You didn’t mention hc’s or scenarios so I did scenarios since I thought that would work best for this? And I’m better at them? Maybe? Idk but if you want hc’s instead you can totally request again!~ Requests are still open, they are most of the time so here are the rules and feel free to request!~~~

Hope you enjoy!

And remember you’re all valuable and worthy of love, even if you don’t or can’t think so, or you don’t love yourself. Take my and a whole bunch of other people’s love~~~ (*^▽^*)

You were really warm.

The sun was beating down on the skin of your back, but you didn’t care as you hurried to not make a mess of the sweet and cold treat in your hand. Your hands still ended up sticky, but your taste buds tingled with how sweet it was. Though with the warm hand firmly gripping your waist and another smaller one gripping your hand, it was starting to get harder to ignore the heat. The soft cotton rubbing against your arms didn’t help either.

“Katsuki, why don’t we sit down?” The smacking of black combat boots stopped, along with the softer footsteps of the other two. You looked to him, seeing that his bright auburn eyes were searching the park full of greenery. You couldn’t look away from his strong jaw or strong nose or long, dark, eyelashes or high cheek bones or… Then you had to stumble after him like a dog whose owner just tugged on their leash, which wasn’t far off with his strong grip still on you. Your eyes flicked back to your little brother, fortunately still in your grasp. Your lips opened, then you were sitting. You looked at the sunlight filtering through the tree above you, then traced your hand over the smooth wood panels of the bench you and the blonde were seated on. You shook your head.

“This is fine, right? It’s even in the shade for your weak a-”

“Thank you.” E/C met red. “A little more gentle next time though.”

“You’re welcome dumba-dummy.”

“Y/N can I go to the playground please?” You tore your eyes from red ones and instead met them with ones belonging to a puppy dog. “Okay, but stay where I can see you.” They turned into miniature stars. “Thank you!” As you turned back to Katsuki, a lopsided smirk was all that filled your vision. “What?”

“Just that you’d be a good mom.” Your face burned like a match and your chest felt tight as if you didn’t have one, the sequence of words in his gruff voice bouncing from side to side in your brain. “Like you wouldn’t be a good parent.” His skin felt warm against yours. “I saw you today. You bought him that charm he was looking at.” The blue, red, white, and yellow toy jingled in your grasp in front of his wide eyes. He swiped it away roughly and shoved it back where it was. “You didn’t see shit! Stop being so nosy!” Your laughs only made his face light up more. “I think it’s adorable,” you snorted through your ever growing laughter. Suddenly warm lips were against yours. “Just shut up.” You only smile and nodded against his plush lips.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes flashed open. The birds’ songs were on mute and so were the leaves brushing against the ground, but you didn’t take note. The pumping in your ears synced with the pumping in your chest, it felt like your blood was replaced with steel. Did someone put superglue on the cement? All you could see was what you could only assume to be a villain standing in the park. Your eyes scanned the rest of the park. Where was he? Where was he? Where was he?

“Who the fuck’re you and the fuck you think you doing here, huh?!”

The birds came back and so did the leaves. Suddenly the superglue and the steel were gone. You could guess Katsuki had more than one vain popping out of his forehead. His muscles were tensed and his heels were dug into the grass a couple feet in front of you. You could only see his back, the sun giving him golden rays as an outline, making him look like he came out of a comic book.

“You hurt someone close to me. Time for some payback, no?”

Burning eyes met yours. “Get everyone else the fuck out, got it? Then get somewhere safe.”

You numbly felt your head go up and down, up and down. The muddy water in your brain swished around with the motions, but you had a priority and a job to do. You pushed off of the bench and strained your eyes for any sign of life. A blue shirt came into your vision and your feet ran towards it. Pale blue eyes and a pale face with wet tracks looked up at you. “We need to go, okay?” You didn’t hear an answer, just a whimper, and decided to hurry. They were small and shivered in your arms as you ran to find more people. You felt like a robot, repeating the same thing over and over again, blocking everything out and only being able to hear distant explosions and other sounds you don’t want to make out. Because then you have to turn your eyes towards them. You’re not a pro hero. You’re not a pro hero. Why are you shaking? You’re not a pro hero. Just keep bringing people to safety. Just keep bringing people to safety.

A scream.

A scream?

Katsuki’s scream.

You whipped around, a group of people behind you looking at the same scene.

The villain was spread across the short green grass, or now black grass. His clothes were charred and beyond repair, his wounds the same. Your eyes drifted to his chest moving up and down twice. There were holes, more like craters everywhere. Trees either black and burnt or fallen. Smoke was still traveling upwards from the scene, truly making it look like a war had taken place. Katsuki stood in the middle of it all. Well, knelt in the middle of it all. His clothes were better than that of the villain’s, though they were torn and shredded in some places. You couldn’t see any red on him. Your chest felt a little less tight. His arms were gripping something in front of him, but with his back turned, it was a mystery. Until you saw familiar shows peeking from behind the blonde.

You didn’t know you had moved until you fell to your knees next to him. Then you were in a tight and consuming hug with the two. Never had you been so glad to be warm.

The police station wasn’t very warm, but paperwork for the incident had to be done. You stared at the pile of paperwork in Katsuki’s lap to your right.

Name: Hiro Tanaka

Age: 24

Quirk: Inventory; the ability to store anything, living, dead, and/or inanimate, in the mind as long as the quirk user has some form of a bag on them. Overuse results in-

You really hated quirks sometimes.

“Y/N?”

You looked at your little brother to your left.

“Yes?”

“Can we get ice cream again?”

Your eyes stared at the little charm he held in his lap as played with it.

You looked back at the hero to your right.

“As long as he gets to come, okay?”

“Deal!”

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Be Careful (I Don’t Know Why) Bakugou saves a waitress S/O and maybe finds something else?

TW: None but Bakugou’s filthy mouth

Characters: Bakugou

Summary: You run into one explosive hero and have an interesting shift.

Requests: Open <3

Your feet hurt, especially your toes, feeling as if they were on fire. Every step was like stepping on lit coal, and you just wanted your shift to be over already. Your eyes looked at the firetruck red clock to your right; gratefully finding your shift almost over. Only half an hour. Half an hour. Your eyes had a judging stare, secretly wondering if the clock was broken. 

Tik.         Tok.

Was time supposed to be this slow? Your dejected stare went back to the black and white checkered floor, remaining there as you walked back to the counter with greasy plates stacked and balanced on your hands. You went into the kitchen and deposited them in the sink, turning on the water. The water was cool on your overheated skin as you cleaned them. You mindlessly scrubbed them in circles, getting lost in the pattern; the white glass almost slipping from your fingers as the bell from the entrance dinged. You wiped your hands with a towel and swiftly headed for the front, each step a nuisance.

A ruggedly handsome face greeted you. Not really greeted, they more so grumbled something at you that you’re pretty sure you were supposed to be offended by, but you were too exhausted to be offended. Instead, you put your strength into mustering up the most genuine smile you could. “Welcome to the diner, may I help you?” He looked to his right, showing you his side profile. He had a strong and smooth nose with a chiseled and defined jaw. His hair defied gravity and almost looked messy, but each piece looked perfectly set in place at the same time, purposeful. You distantly recognized him as the hero Ground Zero. He really was handsome. “A place to sit, maid.” 

You raised an eyebrow and he gave you an incriminating look. Your eyes flash down to your uniform, an apron tied around your waist with a button-down dress underneath, and then your shoulders were shaking, bubbly laughter falling from from your lips. “What’s so funny, dumbass?” Your laughs dissipated, cheeks hurting as your eyes crinkled in a genuine smile. “Nothing, nothing.” His face scrunched up and his jaw opened for a second. “Let me get you a table.” You pivoted on your heel and went for the booth with the most gorgeous view. He tracked after you, his shoes stomping harshly against the tiles.

“Here you go sir,” you stopped in front of a booth with plush red leather seats and a beautiful view of the twinkling city lights. He plopped down into the seat, setting his elbows onto the shiny white table. You tugged a small baby blue menu out of the front pocket of your white apron, setting it down on the table and sliding it towards him. “I’ll be back in a bit when you’re ready to order.”

Five clean dishes later, you walked back to his table. Your eyelids felt like they had weights tied to them, and your feet were pulsating just standing there, but you still attempted to ask in a cordial voice, “Are you ready to order?” His eyes snapped from the night outside to your form. “Yeah, the fucking spicy chicken and fries.” Most customers here were nice, old folk. That was one of the niceties of your job, especially on nights like these. People like him were few and in between. They made your veins pop out, sure. But, they were also really fun. “Want to try that again?” It came out parent-like, though only a little. It quickly turned sarcastic with a playful edge to it. “Maybe try saying the magic word next time?”

His sharp eyebrows drew together, and his jaw clenched, nose flaring like a bull that’s seen a red flag.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Only to be nicer,” you shifted your weight to your right hip. “Or is that too hard?” His eyes burned into your figure. His lip drew up into a snarl. “I don’t have to do shit.” You looked him over. He had a body concaved into itself , shoulders closer to his ears than a second ago, and lips in a weirdly attractive snarl. You met his eyes. They reflected smoldering ashes of a fire. “You’re a good hero, but you have a shitty attitude. The public doesn’t know you, except for your screaming and snarling T.V interviews or horrendous interactions with civilians. It’s easy to forget about the lives you save like that.” You scanned him again, he was the same, except more still. He barely moved, his chest neither going up nor down. “Be careful.” The polite smile from earlier returned to your face. “Your order’s comin’ right up.”

As you turned on your heel, you questioned why you said that. Maybe because  you were fed up with his attitude, or maybe because you’re tired and by then your filter disappears. Maybe it was because you thought he really needed to hear that. Perhaps you were just at the end of your rope. You didn’t care, you didn’t misspeak and lies didn’t fall from your lips. You just wanted to clock out and get these damn shoes off. You scurried into the kitchen and hurriedly told the cook his order.

You took the steaming plate from the counter, grabbing it around the edges and walking out to the tables. You could practically feel the bags under your eyes and each of your limbs felt like they were underwater. If you had to imagine what all those T.V characters felt like when walking through quicksand this would be it. Each step you took sent a spike of pain up your legs, but at least you were being paid for a workout. Your eyes burned. They shut for one second, and then your left knee went weak. It felt like you were free falling, nothing connecting you to the Earth. You could feel every second as if it was a minute.

Tik. Tok.

What?

No smashing of plates and no flash of pain appeared. You realized your eyes were still squeezed shut, tightly. Slowly, you blinked. 

Red. Bright red. Pale skin. Blonde hair. Annoyed look.

A warm arm squeezed your waist and tugged you back up right. He still looked peeved, but his grip was gentle as he brought you back to your feet and firm as he kept it put. “Be careful,” he smirked, eyes clashing with yours. “Dumbass.” You looked to your left and saw he squarely caught and balanced the nearly damaged plate, food still appetizingly in place. “Nice catch there.” You looked back down at the strong arm around your waist. “On both ends.” You then looked into his fiery eyes, a colorful mix of various reds. “And I will be.”

He cracked a devilish smile and set the plate down on the table next to him. The clink was loud, as by now the diner was deserted, too close to closing for most people. He used his now free arm to cunningly and sharply tug you closer to him by your waist. “Since you’re such a dumbass, why don’t I stick with you to make sure you’re careful?” You chuckled and wrapped your fingers around his firm biceps. “Be my guest.”

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Heyo, me again~~ how are you doing? I was wondering if I could possibly please request something? If so, could it be for Bakugou with basically a cinnamon roll of a s/o? Like they're just super sweet, cuddly, girly, friendly, and just an overall cutie who has no problem being affectionate with King Explosion Murder, maybe even in the weirdest, but cutest ways (like matching bracelets, Eskimo kisses, always cheering him on loudly, etc.) I'm sorry if that was a lot! Thank you~~~~

Bakugou with a Cinnamon Roll S/O 

TW: Cursing from the sailor Bakugou, besides that none :)

Characters: Bakugou

Summary: The journey of Bakugou’s relationship with his cinnamon roll of an S/O

Requests: Open  ヽ(^o^)丿

Hellooo~~~ I’m doing good! How about you?? And always feel free to request if my requests are open! And this is so cute omggg >-< The examples too! Don’t worry this wasn’t too much or anything it was a lot of fun to write! My requests are still open btw for anyone who wants me to write something! Here are the rules though I think I’m pretty easy-going? Enjoy!

You’re all beautiful as long you treat others with kindness! Remember that! I hope you all have beautiful days! (^.^)/~~~

Meeting his S/O was filled with disgust.

“How can someone be that fucking sweet?! They’re either a dumb idiot or a naive brat!”

As you two grow closer in your first year of U.A., he finds out you’re neither. Well, not that much anyways. You fair better than the idiots.

He only starts to think like this when he sets his ego and own misgivings aside.

He begins to see you like an All Might #2.

Not because of your physical prowess, but rather your ability to show and express your affection and love.

He favors you more whether he knows or acknowledges it or not, he’s gonna see you better than those jackasses, he’s around you more, he grows more steady around you and starts to gravitate around you, then falls deeper and deeper in until-

Shit.

You would think that he would be embarrassed by the romantic gestures, since his childhood wasn’t filled to the brim with on-display affection from parents and peers.

You’re right.

His face matches his vibrant eyes and burns like his quirk, and his throat closes up, so he decides yelling is the best way to not suffocate. You stick your tongue out and laugh. It gets worse.

One day he may have said a word or two that was a bit rough, even for his tastes. You laugh and hug him while cooing “I love you too!” and its gets worse again; but for a different reason.

He realizes he needs to man the fuck up and stop acting like the ghost of himself, because that shit shouldn’t exist anymore.

He learns his inability to breathe isn’t that he can’t, it’s that you stole it; suddenly it doesn’t hurt so much anymore to keep the kid in him in the past.

When you rub your nose against his, he doesn’t fall out of your grasp, instead he falls further into it with quiet grumbles.

The homemade bento boxes handed to him are eaten with his chest puffed out and red cheeks, “idiots” and “jackasses” falling left and right for his friends, but he still stuffs his mouth angrily.

A colorful and made-from-heart bracelet jingles every time he moves; the same sound following you around too.

Your loud and enthusiastic shouts for him are met with him pushing himself harder with a grin and a heart-melting and bone-crushing hug.

He’s drowning in love, but he stopped suffocating.

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Hey could you please do a HC of Bakugos s/o fighting a villain and they go into a coma??? (Also I love your writing!!!)

Bakugou’s S/O in a Coma

TW: Cursing courtesy of Bakugou, might be a bit sad, otherwise none :)

Characters: Bakugou

Summary: Bakugou’s S/O falls into a coma and poor boy has some feelings.

Requests: Open

Hi there! I can definitely do that I just hope you like it ^_^; And thank you for the compliment and the request!! Here you go! I had a lot of fun writing this, so if any of you want to request a part 2… Though that goes with anything I write unless I say otherwise or something.

Always remember you’re important, valuable, and loved! If any of you ever need to talk I’m an open ear or if you just want an internet buddy I’m here too!  (^_^)v ~~~

You two were fighting a villain duo together, one that had been terrorizing the citizens of the city for awhile.

He thought you two had it handled, and so did you.

As he handled one, you handled the other. In the middle of throwing an explosion he heard the mix of you and the other villain screaming.

He landed his finishing explosion and swung around, blasting his way to where he heard you two.

He saw the scene of the villain defeated at the expense of you.

His body stopped, copying his mind.

It felt like someone poured ice cold water on him, time freezing as his heart ceased and his pupils dilated, like a camera zooming in on an image, except this time it was on a nightmare.

His pupils blew out, and suddenly his heart was like horses’ hooves galloping against his rib cage.

Suddenly, the pause button was off.

He knew the fucking ambulance would take too long to get here and he was damn well faster, so he found his feet hitting against the dark asphalt of the street and yelling gruffly to “Get the hell out of my way!” louder than even his well-trained vocal cords were used to.

By the time he was pulling the handle to the hospital doors open, he had to check if the sun was still out because that felt way too fucking long.

He strained his vocals again, yelling for any of the staff to help.

As people rushed over and took them from him, his grip tightened and his mouth opened, but then he let go, praying these fucks weren’t incompetent.

He didn’t know if his tight chest and jack rabbit heart was from his travel or from the situation, but he fucking hated it. He followed them, his combat boots loud against the tile, quickly reaching a certain set of doors the hospital staff were keen in keeping him out of but he was even more insistent on getting past. So, he did.

You were in a coma.

The following days were in slow motion, everything taking too long to happen.

The doctors need to wake you up. You need to wake up. You need to get out of this hospital. You need to go back to normal. Everything needs to go back to fucking normal. 

His stomach growled as he sat in this fucking hard and ugly-ass chair. He felt gross and he knew his hair was greasy, but who gave a fuck. He needed to give your dumb ass a lecture as soon as you got up so he was fucking staying.

As he looked at your face, he felt his heart twist like a spring, coiling tighter and tighter. He knew why. He should have stopped this. He should have stopped this. Fuck how weak he was.

Time never stopped being slow. He just learned to accept it at some point.

The hospital became his second home and your room became his room too.

He never accepts anything less than the best for himself, that’s why he chose you in the first place. He’ll be damned if he accepts anything less than the best. So, his days are lonely.

Only a quiet hospital room fills the gaps.

He’s at his desk, when he feel’s the small vibrations of his phone in his front pocket. He grabs it with a brutal grip, jaw taught and prepared to fuck up whoever just interrupted him in the middle of work.

“Sir, is this Bakugou Katsuki? They’re awake.”

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Hello~~ Firstly, thank you so much for the follow back! I'm looking forward to reading more of your writings! ^^ Secondly, I just had a quick question or two if that is alright? First, I was wondering if you matchups maybe? If not, I was just curious since I didn't see! Then, I was also wondering what types of writings for OCs specifically do you mean? It seems quite cool! I'm sorry if that's a lot of questions, I just wanted to ask before I made of fool of myself! I hope your day is wonderful~~

Hiii~~! You’re welcome and thank you! And always feel free to ask questions because I don’t mind answering them ^-^ Right now I don’t do matchups, but I might in the future! By writings for OC’s, I mean scenarios and the like. I don’t do hc’s for them since those are pretty specific for me though. To request that just give me the info on your OC and the scenario and I’ll try my best to write it! Don’t worry about asking questions or looking bad though, I’m happy to answer! I hope your day is amazing!! (^.^)/~~~

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Relationship HCs~~~          (BakaHoe, Todo-Doki-Doki, & MidoDorito(best boi))

TW: Some curse words but besides that none :) 

Characters: Bakugou, Todoroki, and Midoriya

Summary: Relationship Headcannons 

Requests: OPEN <3                                                                                        

So this is my first time doing hc’s and hopefully it’s not completely bad (oops if it is) but I hope you enjoy it at least?? Requests are open at the moment, so here are the rules, and I love writing and I don’t bite, so please feel free to request!

You are loved, important, and valued!!! Remember that!!  (✿◠‿◠)

BakaHoe

He probably wouldn’t date anyone till second year because he really needed that character development, so I’m going off of that.

He wouldn’t admit his feelings straight up, but more so act on them, so there’s no big confession but you’ll notice him being more helpful and less,,, of a dick? After he figures his feelings out, which is gonna take awhile.

Likes helping you study, letting you eat food he “accidentally” made too much of, and suddenly having a bone to pick with someone who hurt you. 

So you’re either gonna notice and ask him on a date to which he begrudgingly says yes to, or he eventually is going be like “Fucking movie theaters. Saturday. 7:00.” and ya’ll are dating, congrats.

He doesn’t have any dating experience, and he doesn’t bother looking anything up or asking for any advice. It’s his relationship, he’ll figure it out, and he’s a Bakugou, he doesn’t need help. (That’s not what his sweaty and shaky palms say when you hold his hand on the first day.)

He’s not gonna yell it to the class, but in conversation, he’s gonna bring you up somehow.

“(Y/N) did better than you on this fucking easy ass test, you dumbass!”

“We get it, you love your s/o.”

“HAH?”

He wouldn’t be big on PDA, but more of the subtleties like an arm around your waist or shoulders. So he likes a way to say “We’re together, fuck off.”??

He likes the security of having you near him, not that he’ll ever say that out loud.

In private, you better watch out.

Just always is touching you in some way? Like a hand on your thigh, waist, or hip. A casual arm around you or just leaning against you or sitting closer than usual. He also really likes doing things at the same time, like training, studying, or cooking. He just feels like it connects you two and like you’re improving together at the same time. (So sweet <3)

(Also probably likes cuddling, but only if he’s the big spoon.)

Will immediately stop anything if you even hint at it happening.

He is really, really protective of you, and pretty aggressive about it too. Like there’s always one complaint or insult in the mix, but he never hesitates to do or say what he feels he’s gotta do or say.

He is observant too, so nothing goes ignored.

“Do you want to fucking fail training, staying up all night and shit, idiot?”

“I’ll tear that fucker a new one!”

Overall 11/10 spikey boi who loves you too much but won’t admit it for awhile.

Todo-Doki-Doki

We all know he can be pretty blunt.

Well that doesn’t change much in romance.

One day, and it’s gonna take awhile and it’ll probably involve Midoriya in some way, it’ll hit him like:

“Oh, I like them.”

(He didn’t know what that meant previous to a stuttering and red Midoriya explaining it.)

He finds that out and the next day he’s confessing, doesn’t even consult Midoriya or anything on how to. He just knows he likes you and you’re one of the few important people to him so he’s not gonna waste any time.

It’s after class and you two are alone and he’s just “I like you, go out with me.”

I hc him being told by a way too embarrassed Midoriya to just watch romance movies and to kindly stop asking him for relationship advice before he passes out.

 So he does.

And oh boy,,,

He’s pulling every cheesy romance move out.

(His funds come from Endeavor’s credit card oops.) 

Walking across the beach, fancy dinners, picnics, study dates, ect.

Also doesn’t yell your relationship status from the rooftops, but he does talk about you a lot. It’s usually a compliment (read: humble bragging), and it’s in a very serious voice? It’s not soft, that’s for when he’s alone with you, but there’s a lot of conviction in his voice.

Doesn’t give a fuck about anything, especially social standards, so if he wants to hold your hand or kiss your forehead then people can just look away.

In private he’s even more ballsy.

Kinda like Bakugou, he’s always touching you, but more affectionately.

So it’s not just a hand on your thigh or an arm around your waist, it’s full on kisses on your lips, forehead, cheeks, nose and basically where ever he feels like it.

Also a lot of hugs. A lot. (It reminds him of his mom.)

While he does worry about you physically getting hurt, he worries more so about mental health and how you’re feeling.

He can be kind of dense, but he really does try to pay attention to that kind of stuff.

He also tries v v hard to comfort you in any way he thinks will help.

P.s boi gets very insecure about how he’s doing as a person, hero, and bf so show him love.

MidoDorito(best boi)

A lot of people see him as shy and the one who has to be lead in the relationship but I’m going to be the devil’s advocate.

He is shy, but, similar to his hero career, if he really wants something he’s going to go after it.

Midoriya is observant and will start to notice his feelings for you pretty quickly, and once he does, oh boy.

p a n i c

He doesn’t have any relationship experience similar to the previous boys, so he wouldn’t know where to start and what to do, or if he should even do anything.

However, he realizes pretty quickly from thinking about it so much that you make him really happy. One thing that he has learned from All Might is that if you want to do something then go for it. So, he does. 

But first, r e s e a r c h

Wiki-how? checked. YouTube? Searched. Google history? Deleted. Hotel? Tri-

He goes for the classic “Meet me behind school <3″ note and confession.

He doesn’t stutter the entire time and has that really determined look on his face, though he’s red the entire time.

Since he’s liked you, he has been subconsciously takings notes of the little things about you. (After dating it turns into actual notebooks-) So he knows what you like and tries to appeal to that.

If you like the outdoors, then how about a walk in the park and then your favorite ice cream?

Or maybe you like staying home, then you guys can watch your favorite movie with comfort snacks all around.

He talks about you so much. Correction, he rants and mutters about all of your amazing qualities to anyone who will listen. If there’s any way you can come up in the conversation, it’s happening. He just loves you so much, he can’t help it.

PDA happens, but only to a v v surface level. Like hand holding and hugs.

He thinks that stuff more than that should be saved for just you two. (Also his heart kinda can’t take that many eyes on him.) Behind closed doors is when he’s really affectionate, mainly through cuddles and kisses.

(He also has a soft spot for cooking and eating together.)

He worries about you all the time, be it your physical or mental health. He’s always checking up on you and motivating himself to work harder by thinking about you.

Cute boi, cute relationship, do recommend.