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[monomas-a-smug-bih]

unexpected comfort (kurapika x reader)

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Kurta eyes. The posh man was talking about Kurta eyes.

The bloody anger in Kurapika’s eyes began to seethe and brew again. You tried your best to stop it, though you weren’t sure there was much to do once he’d gotten like that.

You and Kurapika had landed a job together, you didn’t care much for the details since it wasn’t very dangerous for once, and it almost had seemed like a nice night out until now. You had come to be filled in for those you were hired by on the latest information they’d been concerned with, but were much too occupied to come receive it themselves apparently. Although you and Kurapika were both bodyguards, you arrived as a spoiled relative and he kept his position, but as your bodyguard.

“Aren’t they beautiful?”

The man’s voice that was practically selling the eyes of one of Kurapika’s ancestors had brought you back to crude reality of the situation. The bustling energy of the ballroom seemed to muffle as soon as the older man had revealed something of his he shouldn’t have. At least not in front of your “body guard.”

You gulped, wondering how you should answer. Staring over to Kurapika, you realized, yes his eyes were indeed beautiful. But to have them floating aimlessly in a jar? You cringed at the thought.

“Yes, they are quite beautiful.” You bit your cheek, not enjoying the words in your mouth, or his stare from behind you on your conscious. Before the snob could start his rambles on luxuries and riches, you cut him off. “So why are they in a jar?” You we’re trying to bite down your own anger now, understanding the reason for Kurapika’s constant fuel for his anger. It was these people.

“Well, sweetheart, the value doesn’t lay with the container, rather...”

“It’s not- when you see something beautiful, is your instinct really to kill it and shove it into a jar with a price tag?” You couldn’t help yourself, were these people really this blinded by something as trivial as jenny? “Shouldn’t it be left alone because it’s beautiful, because we fear of disturbing its grace? I...I don’t think beauty is something that should be locked up, do you?” You’d gotten too into this conversation, your true feelings shining through. The rich man before you and Kurapika both wearing varying shock on their faces.

You had to maintain the character you’d brought here, or your cover would be blown! You were a woman who liked to think of herself as respectful, but instead thought of something a bratty, spoiled girl would say and tried your best to act the part. You feigned hurt as if you’d personally taken offence, adding an obnoxious sniffle or two. “Why! D-didn’t you just call m-me beautiful?” Your bratty facade was working, he was probably used to working with pig-headed brats, the man flew to your aid.

“N-no milady! I didn’t mean anything like-“

“I’m hurt terribly Sir, truly, and going to the tables now.” You falsely crossed your arms in a pout, turning to Kurapika and winding your arm into his closest to you. Sure, you’d made a fool of yourself, but you smile at the fact that waiter might be fretting over your ‘hurt feelings’ all night. You turned to Kurapika, wondering how the silent boy was after that ordeal. Though his eyes had calmed, you still saw a ring of crimson, hiding subtly at the edges of his eyes. He was wearing contact lenses, but that didn’t stop a the thin sheen of blood red that peeked through when he was troubled. “Hey.” You rubbed his arm in an attempt of comfort, but to not much avail. After a squeeze, he finally looked your way, and he seemed to let his face thaw, his eyes slowly returning to a more true silver. Kurapika had seen you in action before, it was nearly amusing how harmless you could seem to strangers. You sighed in relief.

On your way to the buffet, you both turned into the kitchen you two knew would be empty, you were to await a call from you employers somewhere alone. “What’s your favourite food?” You leaned back on a counter, feeling the need to fill the silence after minutes had passed.

“...I don’t know.” Kurapika stood straight up, almost as if he was refusing rest. You’d always admired his soft almost angelic features, and equally soft and angelic looking blonde hair, but he always carried a heavy sense of either exhaustion or intimidation with him, his sleek black suit adding to the second. He gave off exhaustion only when he felt he could let his guard down, at least partially so, you assumed. From the way his muscles seemed to untense at the shoulders whenever it was just the two of you in a room together. For some reason, that gave you comfort around him.

“Ah, me neither really, though I do love dango. The ones with a lot of flavour...” You tried to focus more on the imaginary dango and less on Kurapika’s hard shell.

“What’s the point of this small talk?” He questioned, eyes on the ground for whatever reason, did even raising his eyes make him tired? Your heart sank a little, the look on his face hardened again.

“It brings me comfort, most of the time others too. I don’t like it much either, but it helps the silence.” He seemed to ponder on that, sliding down to take a seat in the floor himself with a meek sigh, his hands pale against the sleek gray floor.

After no call for another few minutes, you’d figured the two of you had been early, or perhaps your employers had their hands full with something. Kurapika’s thin yet smooth voice surprised you, breaking the silence. “Talking to that man, were you being honest?” Kurapika had been wondering about that conversation ever since it happened. It was the most assertive you’d ever done from what he’s seen, that is before you backed off and sauntered away with him, safely so to his relief. But he still couldn’t help but think whether honesty or fear made those words form in your mouth. Did you say that because you believed it, or because you feared being on anyone’s bad side? To him you were an enigma, a tricky one at that. Kurapika never put much effort into reading other people unless they were his opponent, yet you’re usually unknown and unspoken thoughts had always peaked his interest.

“I was.” You declared.

“Really?” He sounded sceptical, or maybe just indifferent.

“Really, so honest I almost busted our cover.” You sent a smile his way, and Kurapika wasn’t sure what to make of it. You could tell he wasn’t fully convinced.

Later, after waiting for what felt like hours, you reached under a cart nearby, hands landing on small bowls. Rice! You’d be lying if your stomach wasn’t writhing this entire time, you hadn’t eaten for most of the day now. Placing them on top of the cart, you searched for cutlery, eventually finding a couple sets of chopsticks.

“I’ve been starving. How about you, Kurapika?” You asked gingerly. The stoic boy simply looked up at you, leaving no reply. You frowned and slid a bowl over to him anyway, hoping it would brighten his mood a little. Feasting on plain rice, you enjoyed every grain, finally fueled up again for any fighting you may encounter. Kurapika’s eyes seemed to catch something on your face, though you weren’t clueing in at all. He closed his eyes and sighed, stretching his long legs and striding over to you, who was still perched on the counter. He approached so he was standing between your bent knees, you fought your surprise when he swept his thumb across your cheek, a sticky grain of rice falling off as a result. His face was close to yours, and you couldn’t help but be lost in those marble eyes, light glinted against the red earrings beside them. You murmured something too muffled to hear. He hummed for you to respond. “...I wasn’t lying.” You managed, the only way he’d really believe you, might be face-to-face. You wondered if through your eyes he could see your thoughts with his own colourless ones. “You’re eyes...they really are beautiful, even just like this.” Actually, you decided, you preferred them like this. The lack of striking red meant Kurapika’s was a little more at ease, you preferred him in his less troubled state, no matter how stunning his scarlet eyes were. The boy was taken aback, but your hands landed softly onto his cheeks, so he remained as close to you as he was, so he couldn’t back away. “They don’t deserve anything like that.” You finished sternly with your eyes on his, you heart practically pounding, the tone of the room quite saddened. Surprisingly, when Kurapika’s hands travelled hesitantly up your arms to the hands on his face, it wasn’t to yank them off. His hands were on top of your own, and he shut his eyes, a shaky breath escaping his lips, seeming to relish in the rarest feeling in his life:

Calm.

You were shocked by the allowed closeness, Kurapika’s lithe form leaning into your own. It seemed he’d finally broken down a little at that, though no noise of defeat came from him. Silently and carefully, his head of blonde hair had descended onto your shoulder, and you felt his weight sink into your arms. Your fingers combed through his light hair as you leaned back slightly onto the counter, allowing him to relax into your embrace. It was peaceful, so peaceful.

You prayed the phone wouldn’t ring, at least not for a while...

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ummmmm hiiiiii ummmmmm I wrote a bit of this a while ago but just finished it up and it is 11 pm on a school night hehe haha hoho, hope someone enjoys this rando piece of writing, also don’t ding me if it’s not accurate to the manga I made half this up, is he still a bodyguard? Mafia boss? Who knows? I don’t �� anyways he needs hugs

[monomas-a-smug-bih]

Just putting this here so y’all can still read it

ahh hello!! can you possibly do x reader with akira? they’re dating and reader knows he’s a phantom thief and he comes back from a palace craving affection because he came really close to death while fighting inside? eh I’m a hopeless romantic

Your ears perked up, a small smile of excitement appearing on your face. The door to your apartment creaked, so slowly it was obvious the person opening it must’ve been trying to avoid making any noise. You rolled down your sleeves, lifting them out of your petite sink and trotted to the door. Of course you were a little over joyed, you’d been waiting all day dammit! You and Akira were planning on hanging out for there majority of the day, but unfortunately was dragged away from you by his ‘work’ with a few text messages before you guys got the chance to. You almost felt foolish and childish for expecting him to come to your place, dismissing the thought and calming your pace a bit. The door clicked closed, revealing a familiar silent boy equipped with his usual black frame glasses and curled black hair. For once your hopes didn’t go to waste, you sent a wave.

“Hey Akira! Nice to see you.” Trying to play it cool, you flashed a smile,

“Yeah. You too. Sorry for barging in like this.” Clearly troubled he let out a sigh, you furrowed your brows a little concerned.

“Nah, it’s no problem at all! Glad you showed.” Your smile faltered in vain, only earning a slight small smile that was more like a twitch of his lips. His brows knit together slightly, noticing your reaction right away. “Hey,” you clasped a soft hand around his wrist, thumb brushing his smooth and fair skin. His pretty grey orbs still couldn’t manage lifting themselves off your carpet, his stare burning into the floor. “You alright?” He stepped off the carpet, into your fairly sized apartment. You’d lived alone for months now, so you too had that fact in common, was there a different reason for him coming to your house? Was everything alright at Leblanc?

“I’m fine.” Or maybe even worse… was something wrong with the group? Refusing to even blink, you held eye contact, staring even harder into the silvery oceans flooded with hidden emotion that were his irises, trying to make something of his expression. “Come here,” with a sigh, arms snaked around you waist, pulling you into his embrace. Your brows bounced up in surprise. He huffed, his heavy breath tickling you neck, “Let’s just hang out for a bit, I found a couple of dusty movies in the old man’s ‘attic’.” His mood uplifted surprisingly easily, alrighty then… Just like that, you finally got to see Akira smirk, you couldn’t quite decipher how genuine it may have been, but you nodded in response.

Sending him to the couch to get comfortable, you fished out the warmest blanket blanket you could find, lifting it and setting it down on the stoic boy on your couch. Earning a raise of his brow and a hum of questioning as a response.

“If we’re watching movies, may as well do it comfortably.” You deadpanned, continuing your pursuit in comforting your boyfriend by dashing to the tiny kitchen for hot chocolate.

“Thank you y/n, you don’t really need to go through all the trouble just for-“

“It’s already poured, I really don’t mind.” You focused on your pouring skills and carrying the two mugs to your coffee table, earning a glance from the confused teen. Fetching the remote and flicking the light switch you finally made it to the couch. ‘Perfect,’ you murmured, you’d make him as comfortable as needed to find out what was up. You were concerned, and you wanting him to confide in you to say the least. Leaning into his side, you both wrapped yourselves in the soft and fluffy fabric.

“Thanks.” He smiled genuinely, melting your heart and causing your stomach to swarm with butterflies. You let out a relieved breath, laying you head into the currently glasses lacking boy, feeling surrounded in warmth and safety.

“No problem, you looked like you neede a break…” you voiced out quietly, staring blankly at the television screen that displayed the frames of a cheesy comedy, you chose it in hopes of some relief, but there was still a hidden tension the room held. Determined, you awaited a reply.

“Sure did, really thanks. I think I needed something like this.” You turned your face towards to him in curiosity, the TV’s rays of light reflected onto the boy’s pale, delicate features. His eyelashes shined in the dim light as his eyes focused on the screen. ‘…He’s really… handsome,’ They fluttered, his lips parted slightly as he looked down on you, dark curly locks swaying with his head as it turned to you. After seconds of silence with the faint voices behind the television screen, a cold hand touched your cheek, brushing his thumb back and forth slowly. His eyes were kind of distant, lids tired and heavy. You hummed, snapping the boy out of his trance. His soft lips met yours suddenly, stealing a chaste kiss, when he pulled away you felt your foreheads touching.

“I’m really glad I have you, you know.” You blushed. Taking the sweet comment into account sadly didn’t manage to override your overall confusion though, why was he being like this? You giggled nervously,

“Me too, what would I do without you?” Sending an innocent smile his way, he leaned back and flushed a little bit caught off guard. Did you say something wrong? This only fueled your confusion even more. Silence filled the room again. But soon enough, the needy teen wrapped you in his arms once again, leaning into you.

You were on your back, he stared into the screen with his arms around your waist and his head on your stomach with your hand running through his soft locks.

“What would you do?” You were snapped from your sleepy state, letting out a tired hum. “What would you do without me?” His voice was silky smooth and music to your ears. ‘Wha-?’ Your has stopped playing with his dark sea of curls.

“What do you mean?” He seemed to be stumped, choosing his words very carefully.

“Without me. If I just wasn’t here. At all?” His voice sounded hopeful and maybe even a little desperate. What the heck happened today? Snapping out of your thoughts flooded with different scenarios, you stuttered out.

“Uh…..I-I,” You gulped, now he’d gotten you stumped. “I, really, I don’t know.” You breathed out, a little disappointed the somewhat cuddly atmosphere only lasted minutes. After a slightly painful silence, he sighed.

“Nevermind. That was a little uh…. that was stupid, sorry.” Now he’s apologizing, you were beyond concerned now.

“No, not at all.” You huffed, and started brushing his hair through you fingers again. “I’d be pretty-…lost I guess…..” the thought of him gone saddened your mood a bit. You couldn’t really imagine things without him. No more movie nights, no more going out for ice cream with him, not even just normal hangouts. No sound of his voice, no sight of his curly Hague or handsome face or smiles or….. And as if he sensed the frown that appeared on your face, he turned his head to face you. Before he could reply- “so tell me, please. I don’t care if it’s stupid. I’m worried Akira.” You stared into his eyes expectant.

After a huff, he explained that him and the gang had been in quite the pinch today at ‘work’. Such a pinch, it was lucky for all of them to get out in one piece of alive for that matter. It made you nervous and uneasy, no wonder he’d been off. Was he busy thinking of you while he wa gone too? you wondered. You hugged Akira tightly. Deciding to shut all electronics off expect you trusty lamp, you two talked. Talked of your day, what you’d done, how you’d been. It was kind of a boring conversation, but hearing the stress and worried tone gradually leave his silky voice definitely made it worth while.

MY FIRST IMAGINE ON HERE. Hope you enjoyed, I’m not at all used to writing these character so sorry if it’s not accurate? Like and give feedback please!!

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Hello! I’m really excited that your asks are open and I was hoping you could write something for shinsou where his s/o is in an abusive household and finally moved out into their fathers place and she just needs a hug? I would really appreciate it!!!

sure thing! sorry this has been sitting in my drafts for a while hehe…

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He couldn’t help it.

Shinsou couldn’t help but worry for you. He’d found out about your home life one of the hardest ways, and watching you leave him anytime the two of you went out stirred unease in his chest. But today you seemed upbeat, tired, but subtly upbeat, like you had something to reveal to him.

When he’d heard you had moved out and away from your family and into your father’s place he couldn’t help but sigh heavily in relief. It had been over coffee. The cafe buzzing and the smell of dark roast wagging through the warm vacinity. But when you’d stopped twiddling your fingers around your own cup, and you’d told Shinsou the news all the buzz and background seemed to cease for a moment. And to complete the scene, he saw you smile brightly, something he hadn’t seen come from you naturally in a while. You seemed truly and finally relaxed, it was a rare encounter, and he loved it.

The couple had walked out with warm coffees half full on a starry night. Shinsou was only slightly exhausted, while you shined beside him like a newly lit beacon. Calling out to the stars and pointing at random shapes they could’ve possibly made, Shinsou replying with his own witty comments.

“See, I know this one! Orien’s Belt!”

“And Orien?” The boy with violet hair cut in, as if he was baffled some dude would just leave his belt in the sky.

“Well,” You seemed flustered for a moment, unable to actually find the stars that made up the belt’s owner, but eventually gave up and picked on Shinsou for his odd humour.

After the walk was over though, and you’d finally reached your new home, unease made its way back into the air. It hung heavy, and when your hands shook, evident from the jingle of keys reaching your lover’s ears, he could tell something was off. The boy moved closer behind you slowly, careful in his smooth movements like a sleek black cat light on its feet. An arm wrapped around your waist, the hand of the other one stilling your frightful trembling hand by clasping it in his own.

“Are you alright y/n?” His voice was soft and concerned, you took a heavy breath and tried to find ease in your tense muscles. Shinsou yearned for your reply, but when it didn’t come, the boy figured he should get you inside first.

“Is he home yet?”

“…No, he works until later tonight.”

Comfort was never his forté, since he hadn’t received much of it earlier in his life either, but Shinsou tried to calm your raising mind. He rubbed you side to remind you he was there to hold you if you needed it, and leaned over your shoulder to glance at the keys in your trembling hands.

“Tell me what colour it is love, leave the keys to me?” You felt reassured by his low and kind voice, the tension of your muscles giving a little as you muttered a small apology. Shinsou stayed silent, but left a kiss on your temple before leading you inside.

“…I, I’m just really glad it’s finally over.” You’d settled beside him on the couch, uncertainty all over your face. “But…what if it’s not?” You couldn’t help but think this way. Your family was horrible to you, and seemed to lack any care or mercy a normal family would, but did that really mean they wouldn’t chase you down? What if they came for you, and forced you back at home with them instead of your father? What if they came for you and- What if-

“Then I’ll make sure of it, and you can stay with me if you need any more help.” The boy’s dark eyes looked into yours, hoping they weren’t being too forward. Shinsou was usually reserved, but throughout your time with him there were plenty times where he had become bold and direct with you, he had grown comfortable to express his feelings with you. “I’ll help you.” You lifted your head from his shoulder, eyes filled with slight relief to the stresses you’d been facing. You were really glad you had him here with you to get through this and, Shinsou, as stoic and quiet he was sometimes, had always had a knack for letting you know he was right there with you. For that you were beyond grateful, letting yourself finally ease into the cushions and into his chest.

“Thank you, thank you so much Hitoshi.”

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Okay it’s like villain deku x hero reader and their dating but he’s trying to corrupt her and there on the field fighting and to finally get her to switch he hurts himself bad but made it look like it was a hero idk all might or something and she goes to him to see if he’s okay and they snap and turn on them (and like reader had a really powerful quirk idk like scarlet which) and takes them all out and leaves with the league

here it is! It’s sorta a cliffhanger so a part two is maybe in order...

[monomas-a-smug-bih]

villain!deku corrupts hero!reader ask

Okay it’s like villain deku x hero reader and their dating but he’s trying to corrupt her and there on the field fighting and to finally get her to switch he hurts himself bad but made it look like it was a hero idk all might or something and she goes to him to see if he’s okay and they snap and turn on them (and like reader had a really powerful quirk idk like scarlet which) and takes them all out and leaves with the league

Oooooh juicy

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Just a few hours ago, you were inside your calm and comfortable home, giving IZUKU a peck on the cheek with his arms wound around your waist from behind you, a curly head of hair digging into your shoulder.

You really did wonder if someone so sweet and caring on the inside could really truly be a criminal.

Sure, looking at it from a career standpoint, any kind of involvement with the wrong things, and one is automatically deemed evil. They don’t get to choose to pay attention to the motivations behind wrong actions or false front a villain may put on. It was a part of the many parts you hated about your job. Like every other system, the hero world had its holes, it’s flaws. And because of that, someone like Izuku would be waved off as easily as any other victim to criminality.

Then again, isn’t that what he deserved?

As you heard Izuku let out a troubled sigh, as he placed a light kiss on your shoulder, you weren’t sure, not sure at all.

Izuku wasn’t evil at heart, you knew that. Though, as ridiculous as that may sound with the amount the boy has done... he was just that, a boy. A boy who couldn’t be saved. There was plenty of them, abandoned by their heroes, you knew that; maybe that’s why you were so damn uncertain all the time.

Just a few hours ago, you were inside your calm and comfortable home, giving Izuku a peck on the cheek with his arms wound around your waist from behind you, a curly head of hair digging into your shoulder.

And now he was on the ground, bloodied and hurt. Your heart couldn’t help but stop.

By the strong punch of his own idol, All Might, who had given up on him all those years ago, Izuku was flung towards a wall, and within seconds the boy crumpled to the ground.

By the look on even All Might’s face you were sure Izuku should’ve been able to dodge that, with all his swiftness from earlier, you wondered where it all went. After a few minutes, Izuku worryingly immobile, you felt the atmosphere drop among the heroes. All Might, sensing this battle was over, turned to leave, also leaving us with Izuku to promptly shackle up. Which, you had no intention of doing.

Actually, you weren’t sure what to do. Izuku was always better than this, if on the odd chance you did end up running into him on a mission, he was always sneaky enough to wriggle his way out of the situation before things got deadly. And now he was a ball on the floor, what the hell were you supposed to do now?

Rationality was hard to hold onto in a situation like this. You thought you’d finally gotten a grip as your love got up off the ground, but you were wrong...oh so wrong. Before he made it passed his knees a hero loomed over him, kicking him to the ground and planting him there with an condescending foot on his back, mossy hair sweeping the dirt once again. Once he hit the ground a second time, you snapped.

You were sick of this. All you saw was red, and it was getting difficult to keep from losing control.

You marched over to the two boys, a frustrating foot still pressing into the center of your lovers back. You tried your best to ignore the triumphant look on your younger colleague’s face while you snapped, hoping to startle him.

“Get off of him! That’s enough!”

He wasn’t shaken, but foolish instead.

“Enough? You sure?” He taunted. The grin growing across his face sickened you, another stomp landing on the Izuku’s helpless spine.

You felt yourself fuming, eyes burning with rage as he went on with a chuckle, so obliviously, so carelessly. “Do you have any idea who we’re dealing with? How hard this guy was to-” The look on the hero’s face seemed to get more irritating by the second, and the grinding of his heel made your heart quicken. You felt your hair begin to lift from your shoulders, your whole being surging with suppressed power and anger.

You’d had enough.

With a swift raise of your fist, the boy stumbled back in surprise. He whined and his hands flew to the blood forming under his nose. The action got your blood pumping, and you let out a grateful breath that you could finally wipe that grin off his face. You hated how good it had felt, and loomed over him like he had Izuku, the boy beneath you now a frightened and confused soul. Your other colleagues gasped behind you, questioning your actions.

“L-look out!” Turning to your right, you see Izuku had finally gotten up, rolling and cracking his shoulders with that dazzling smile. Cheeky bastard, he had me worried. Your relief was evident on your face, to the confusion of your colleagues. Though his snarky attitude was defused quickly, the air being stolen from his lungs.

“Ugh-” His emerald eyes and freckled cheeks disappeared under curly hair, ribs aching from an earlier punch. With a wheezing cough, the boy fell forward. You caught him of course, rubbing his back as he coughed some more.

You were glad he was alright, though it’d clicked a little earlier this wasn’t totally an accident on his part. What was the point of this mess? What the hell were you supposed to do now?

When the other boy before you rose again, blood wiped from his nose across his face, it became pretty clear. Your stomach burned with the urge to hit him again, as much as you hated it, craving violence, you hated this fool a lot more.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing y/n?” His words were slurred from your punch, for some reason you were glad. A scarlet aura returned to your form, a hard boot stomping the earth beneath it to pieces easily. Instead of getting him to back off, he only persisted. “How stupid are you?” For what you were thinking of doing right now, you’d have to agree with him.

The only option you could see was fighting, making a run for it, or both. There was no win-win scenario, either you stayed with the boy you loved, the boy leaning into you, or you handed him over, and stayed with your colleagues instead.

You refused the latter, and thought on your first option. Voices around you sunk into you head like the unpleasant squawks of crows.

“Y/n...”

“Who’s side are you on?”

“Yeah! Let’s take him back already.”

“Hurry it up y/n!”

“I’m not sure she’s even listening.”

“Y/n-”

You couldn’t take it anymore. the questions bombarding you. You just wanted to leave, run away. But logic told you otherwise, or at least, what you had to do first.

You placed your beloved to lean against a wall, sharp green eyes tracing you in anticipation. You left a peck on his forehead and muttered, “You suck.”

Disbelief hit your colleagues’ faces, though some among them were friends, you’d never been as close to someone as you had Izuku, ruling them out was never a decision you wanted to make. With a quiet apology only meant for some of the group, you blocked out the swearing of the boy from earlier, the panic of your teammates, and rose your magenta glowing palms.

It had been an easy fight, only a couple of pros and mostly rookies were in your group for the patrol today. Those who charged at you were shoved away by your power, those who didn’t simply stayed back. Your energy was gone, the adrenaline flooding from your system. As a result your hands landed on your knees, your breaths longer as you panted.

A wolf-whistle reaches your ears.

You looked to Izuku, standing idly in the alleyway, he seemed impressed. Though the thought of this situation stressed you to no end, the smile on his face seemed to calm you in a way.

“I knew how bad you wanted to punch that guy,” Izuku stated, like he’d been hoping all along he was right. It’s true you’d been ranting to him about work, mostly workers, so you weren’t that surprised he picked him out among your group as the culprit of your stress over this week. “It feels good doesn’t it?” You couldn’t disagree, it had honestly felt plenty nice. The green-eyed boy came closer, placing his hands your your cheeks, and that felt plenty nice too. You’d never realized how easy it was to break rules, being constructed to them your entire life, those around you afraid of your quirk were strict with you.

A change like this might be what you needed, yet as you should’ve been, you still had your worries. You stared deeply into emerald eyes.

“Where will I go?” The smile on his face made his freckles bounce, you couldn’t help but soften at his touch.

“With me.” His voice was soft too, and you leaned into him; partially due to exhaustion, partially to the need for comfort. Clinging to him, you sighed heavily, and enjoyed his curls tickling the back of your neck. Izuku planted a kiss onto your head. He was warm, and it made you forget that the people you’d been working with minutes ago were on the ground unconscious and battered. He continued,

“You can stay with us.”

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anotha one~

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hinata with a smol(er) male manager ask

How about Hinata with a new smol(er than him) male manager in training that’s just super cute! Like he always bakes for them (with healthy recipes but they still manage to taste amazing) is always super supportive and cheery. And sometimes massages his hands after games (because it may be just me BUT MY HANDS ARE SORE AFTER A GAME BRO) please?

just posting it again to switch it to this format, cuz i like it more...

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“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” A wave of annoyance rushed over the team at the sound. Karasuno should’ve been used to Hinata’s immense energy by now, but more often than not his abilities were unbelievable. What gave this small boy the capabilities to scream so high so often? Neither Daichi nor Sugawara would know, but tried their best to calm their crows’ collective irritation.

But this time, for once it seemed the energetic boy had a reason for his efforts, unlike most other times. Before the short boy, in front of the entrance to the gym, stood an even shorter boy. Quite a sight to see for anyone on the Karasuno team. Though Nishinoya surely existed, a second person to exceed at shortness as crazily as him, was nearly more unbelievable.

“Y-you’re s-shorter than me too!?” Hinata smiled with a triumphant grin on his lips, bringing his flattened hand over your heads as if measuring the two of you. “What do you think guys? Am I growin’ or what!” Hinata halted himself from jumping into the air at the sound of the other boy’s voice, it was a surprisingly soft and calming chuckle.

“Yes, I am quite short…I’m also y/n! It’s nice to finally meet you all!” You smiled sweetly at Hinata, savoring the sparkly look in his eyes before looking through the rest of the team. The other boys eyed up the container in your small hands; you’d filled it with the banana honey oat energy bites you’d whipped up before school today as a welcome gift, though I guess they should be welcoming you…but your nature refused you to come empty handed! “Here, if anyone’s hungry I’ve got these waiting for you guys! I’m here to train as a n-new manager!” Karasuno’s team gasped in awe at the offer.

“WHAAAAAT? This guy can cook!” The sudden voice made you shrink a little. After all of their previous conditioning, a ravenous looking boy with a buzz cut and wild eyes rushed to your treats, then another player, and another reached in for a ball of fruit and honey for themselves, the container soon empty on the bench. “Suga! Daichi! Please, please, please can we keep him?” The boy you assumed to be Tanaka pleaded, being scolded for ridiculousness in front someone new by who you guessed were the captains of the team. A smile made it to your face, cheering on the inside and growing giddy. This was the biggest compliment you could’ve asked of them after all!

You bowed on instinct, delivering your gratitude immediately back at them in a cute and appreciative manner. “Thank you for liking them! I’ll be sure to make more for the next time we meet!” A nervous smile crawling it’s way onto your face at the seemingly awestruck team at your formalness. “Daichi” got the team to thank you, warming your heart even more.

After the boys inhaling the bunches of nutrition you’d offered, they scrimmaged and trained somemore together. You had to admit that watching any of them play was quite the entertainment, though one player always seemed to stand out in comparison to you. “K-Kiyoko?” The reserved girl replied with a nod. “If you don’t mind me asking…who’s number 10?” The girl hummed, sending you a knowing glance. You felt your cheeks heat at the pressure. What could she possibly know from you just asking something so simple? Somehow, she gave off a very knowing yet shy sense of character, but in this moment you really wished she couldn’t see right through you.

“Hinata Shoyo,” she smiled, the black dot on her cheek raising a little at the action, her glasses catching a surprisingly devious glint from an above window. Her voice was calm as can be. “do you think he’s cute?” You had to tear your eyes from the orange-haired decoy. The sound of sneakers seemed to cease in your mind. For some reason, the teasing question made your cheeks burst only further into flames. You couldn’t help but cry out slightly and hide behind your sleeves, feeling a lot smaller than you usually did despite your already petite size.

“N-n-no I don’t! And if I did… but I don’t! Well m-maybe... I uh…” you gulped at the subtle giggle erupting from the girl, embarrassed at the question and for waving your arms about in a panic. You then whimpered, realizing you’d gained a small amount of the players’ attention, decoy-boy included. Meeting amber eyes, you couldn’t help but stare. Though he wasn’t much taller than you, you couldn’t help but admire the powerful presence he gave off on that court. What he didn’t have he made up in determination, coming out just as high as those with much more of an advantage against him. Relating to him in the height department, you couldn’t help but admire an attitude like that.

Your staring contest was broken by Hinata’s bright smile, and the wave he sent you with it. You couldn’t help but like the cute way his eyes squinted as he did, his bright orange curls swaying with every bouncy action he made. You soaked in his expression, like sun on a summer day. A volleyball interrupted the daydream before you could even wave back. An angered looking boy with dark hair and a scary face seemed to smash the ball into poor Hinata’s, your breath hitching. That’s gotta hurt. Before you could aid him, Kiyoko spoke again.

“It happens a lot more than it should, either by accident or on purpose.”

“Eh? Really, Hinata’s hurt this often? Poor guy…” your gaze swung back to the suffering ball of cuteness. Rather than making you way over, since this was somehow the usual for Karasuno apparently, you shouted from the stands. “Hinata! Are you alright?” The soft voice met his ears, said boy heaving his way back to his feet from the impact.

“I’m fine! Kageyama’s just really moooody todayyy!” He shouted back to your surprise, your soft voice usually going unnoticed. The so-called moody boy growled, and you feared for Hinata’s already rosy forehead. Though, Hinata only taunted back, making you smile.

Right before the end of practice, you made sure to scavenge for an ice pack. Though it was late already, you managed to find the infirmary unlocked! And got what you needed. Running back eagerly, your large jacket making your cute frame seem even smaller, you rounded the corner and headed back into the gym, hoping players still remained. Kiyoko and Yachi were still chatting in the stands, Yachi training to organize games as you probably should’ve of been. Though, when the dark-haired girl eyed you up, there was now anger in her elegant eyes, only that small smile, and a knowing look going from you, to the boy struggling with a volleyball net nearby. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks again, and headed towards Hinata.

A familiarly soft voice reached the other boy’s ears. “H-hi, Hinata. Want some help?” You asked, knowing well you’d never put away something like a volleyball net, hoping it’d be simpler than it looked. The brightest smile reached Hinata’s face again, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Yes, please y/n! You’re so nice!” He stated plainly with an excitement not expected from someone who just finished playing as much as he did. He grabbed the corners of the net below him, expecting you to do the same. So hesitantly, you did.

“I-I’ve never put away a net before!” You smiled out of nervousness, Hinata’s curiosity seeming to spike.

“Really? Not to worry y/n, it’s easy! I’ll help you!” You chucked at his eagerness, weren’t you supposed to be the one helping him?

After cleanup, teammates were saying their goodbyes, Kiyoko and Yachi on their way home already. You watched Hinata’s back as he left the storage room, remembering the cold and damp item in your jacket. “Ah! Hinata wait!” The orange head of curls faced you, foot tapping almost out of impatience. You couldn’t help but fiddle with your hands and eye his shoes rather than meet his eyes. Unknown to you, he’d found the habit cute. “S-sorry! It seems sorta stupid now that I’m thinking of it, b-but-” He replied with a tilt of his head as you looked up at him. Whipping out the ice pack you couldn’t keep in your jacket any longer, you hand it to him. “It’s for your head, I meant to give it to you earlier, but you’re so determined you’d just never stay on the bench long enough for me to help!” Another cutely nervous chuckle. Hinata stared down at the mound of slushy ice and soft plastic in his hands, an odd feeling twisting within your stomach as he did. When Hinata cried out in an emotion you weren’t sure of, you couldn’t help but worry. But, before you could manage even a word, you were tightly wrapped in the arms of the cute boy you’d been interested in all practice, your heart picking up its pace. “H-Hinata-“

“THANK YOU!” Your face filled with surprise, the boy not letting go for quite a while made your mind spin, though you missed the feeling of his soft curls brushing your cheek. For some reason, the boy in front of you seemed on the edge of tears, you hoped it wasn’t out of pain for his injuries or your presence.

“Y-you’re welcome, Hinata. Is there anything else I can do to help?” The boy smiled back at you again, this time a hand on the back of his neck.

“Ah, actually my hands are aching! Do you know anything I could do for these guys when I get home?” Hinata clenched his fists dramatically, twisting his wrists with a whimper. He must’ve been playing hard, you’d watched after all. You scolded yourself mentally for the temperature of your cheeks raising once again.

“I’ve heard massaging them helps a lot, then warm water…d-do you mind if I help?” Hinata’s smile grew once again, dragging you out of the storage room and into a bench.

“Try me!”

You did, trying to be as natural as possible. Hinata leaned back, pressing your ice pack to his head as your fingers worked at his overworked hands. We aren’t holding hands, you tried remind yourself, I’m just holding his hand, not holding hands, wait- but I’m…t-that doesn’t count, right? You gingerly pressed circles into Hinata’s palms, trying your best to repress the shyness from your rosy cheeks as you did so. After a few relieved sighs and another thanks from Hinata, he bounced up from the bench, taking him with you. You both readied yourselves to leave, the gym now empty other than the two if you. Your heart couldn’t help but sink a little.

“Goodnight y/n, I hope you sleep really well! Thank again!” Hinata jumped through the doors and out under the starry black sky, raising an arm up for a wave. Your heart leaped at the view, and you had to remember to wave back.

It could’ve been his constant bouncing, maybe the winter air, but you relished in rosiness blooming on his cheeks too.

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tadahhhhhhhh, MY FIRST HAIKYUU ASK! hope you guys like it, it’s quite late but this was very fun! Make sure to fill my inbox with more hq asks :)

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How about Hinata with a new smol(er than him) male manager in training that’s just super cute! Like he always bakes for them (with healthy recipes but they still manage to taste amazing) is always super supportive and cheery. And sometimes massages his hands after games (because it may be just me BUT MY HANDS ARE SORE AFTER A GAME BRO) please?

it’s here!

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PLEASE READ!!! QUITE IMPORTANT!!!

Okay y’all, I’ve really wanted to do some scenarios and writing for Haikyuu characters lately, so what do y’all think of me squeezing some Haikyuu into this blog? Should I make a totally different one, or split this blog over Haikyuu and BNHA somewhat equally? Let me know! If someone sends me a haikyuu request (i luv kenma lol) I’ll take it as a yes for on this blog!!!

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todoroki with fiance’s sister ask

Hurt and Comfort Scenario for Todoroki falling for the younger sister of his fiancee (quirk marriage set up by their parents) and trying to break the engagement so he can get married to the younger sister instead? (He didn’t get engaged to her because her parents deemed that it would be better to have her quirk meld with another (younger sis and fiancee have different quirks))

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A heavy sigh escaped his lips. The h/c woman in front of him seeming like nothing buy a wall in the way of something… more. Her fingers tapped against the wooden table they‘d ate lunch at, and despite her words being directed to nobody but him, he couldn’t help but allow his attention to drift elsewhere. Todoroki’s heterochromatic eyes bounced to the small space above the overly talkative woman’s shoulder, the space being a view of yet another h/c woman. At first glance you seemed to be a mere replica of your older sister, but the sparkle in your eyes and the honesty in your voice when you spoke was just so…so drastically different. He observed the side of your form as you stood hunched over the kitchen sink, dragging a sponge across a shining plate. His eyes ran up and down your form numerous times, tracing over the smallest details, like the small slope of your cute nose, the way your eyelashes fluttered every now and then, and the golden looking strands of your silky hair that made contact with the generous sunlight bewildered him.

“Shouto?” The boy blinked, lifting his head out of his hand. He hummed carelessly with a blank expression. The girl in front of him may have been his so-called fiancé, but that wasn’t his lover. And he knew it never could be, no matter how hard he tried. Especially since this was all that selfish old bastard’s doing. He wouldn’t lose to someone like his father, even if he had to deal with something as troublesome as faking some quirk marriage. The woman sitting in front of him stood up and got out of her chair, “Your father would like to meet up again at eight. I’m going upstairs to get ready, alright my love?” He cringed, not showing anything of the sort in his face of course. My love. Everyone seemed so full of it, so fake, so false. Even if this girl he didn’t know well enough did ‘love’ him, it was probably just some of the effects his ‘handsome facial features’ or ‘flashy powers’ seemed to have on females. He didn’t understand it, he never would. He only nodded his head, now staring hard at the lines of the wood he leaned on. He wouldn’t stay put for that long, he would find a way out of this. He tore his chestnut brown and sea blue eyes from the table, ears peeking up at a soothing voice that seemed genuinely happy to see him.

“Hey, how’s that table looking?” Your chuckle was as sweet as honey. You hung the kitchen towel in its rightful place, sparing him a worried glance and then preparing to put the now clean dishes away as well. “Got something on your mind?” You smile with concerned brows, he both loved and dreaded how you could so easily read him like an open book. The minute he’d start dwelling on things or sink into his thoughts, you always seemed to notice. An amazing ability you had, given the only thing he showed to the outside world was a straight, emotionless, poker face more than the majority of the time. “You seem troubled Frosty.”

With a twitch of his lips, he almost let a smile climb onto his blank, pale face. Frosty. More proof to just how different you were from everyone else. You were never one for formalities, which complimented your kind honesty. Constantly surrounded by people who wore facades daily and talked to him like he was some royalty, your genuine greetings and friendly nicknames made you the opposite of false. It was truly endearing in such a setting. Todoroki watched his cool breath dance along the table, travelling like a crisp fog on the wood.

“It’s nothing.” Your smile faded, you let out a sigh yourself and placed a stack of decorative teacups into the cupboard above you. Or, at least, you attempted to. You were just tall enough to brush you finger tips across the shelf, struggling on your tiptoes but daring to lift the rattling tower of glass above your shoulders. Todoroki was at your side shortly, not waiting for a cry for help and instead deciding to step in. Snow white hands grasped the cups wrapped in your shaky grip, lifting the teetering stack from your fingers and placing them into the white wooden cabinet with ease. You let out a relieved sigh, a little embarrassed.

“Thank you, you sure are tall huh?” You giggled again and sent him another one of your bright smiles with squinted eyes, making his heart skip a beat. You fell back onto your heels and your h/c locks bounced gracefully on your shoulders, your arms retreating to your sides. Todoroki replied with a small and quick smile, keeping his multi-coloured eyes on your e/c ones. Your hands clawed at your apron a little, your gaze sinking down in thought. “But really, what’s wrong?” His jaw tightened at the question, he stayed silent for a few moments.

“I already told you y/n. Don’t bother yourself with such questions please.” You looked at him with dissatisfaction written all over your face.

“If I don’t then who will?” He furrowed his bi-coloured brows confused. He watched your hands let go of your apron and and hang at your sides. You sighed, choosing your words wisely. “My sister doesn’t see how much your suffering, Todoroki,” His eyes widened, “she never does.” The boy’s face seemed to thaw, his expression softening. His own chilling breath caught in his throat. You ran a hand through your shiny h/c hair, eyes shutting and brows knitting together in frustration. “You put on the same blank dumb face every single time and no one even bats an eye!” He blinked, curious. He was used to you speaking your mind, it was something he admired actually since he had such a hard time managing something like vocalizing his thoughts. But your outburst was new, he’d never heard you raise your voice out of frustration like that before. You seemed to have the same realization, eyes widening open and the hand in your hair joining your other in front of you. “I-I’m sorry it’s just…” you trailed off, voice going silent for a few moments. Your gaze shifted to the window beside you two, yellow light pouring in from the glass pane adorned by wispy white metal swirls as its fancy frame. “It’s… it’s like they’re all so blind sometimes.”

And soon you palmed the marble counter and sooner your head turned back to the cups and dishes in the metal rack to your right, focusing on grabbing as many as possible and putting them all in their rightful place. You’d felt especially off this week, you wanted to be happy for your sister and even Todoroki…but your system just wouldn’t allow you to sleep on something as serious or as sudden as this. So it angered you so when you saw her do things like that, over and over, barely sparing him a glance and then running off. Too blind to realize the melancholy hidden in his beautiful different orbs or too selfish to care with all the power the title “eldest sibling” held for her on a silver platter. You couldn’t help but dread having to attend whatever fancy nonsense she’d have Todoroki throw for their engagement next week. Engaged, you thought. But even so no matter how hard your heart tried you just couldn’t get it to slow down when the mysterious boy was around you. When you spoke with him you felt comfortable and wanted, he actually seemed curious to what you had to say with his few words, and always so secretly eager to listen according to the bright and calm look in his eyes around you. You started falling for his attentiveness and quietly sweet nature, as funny as it is he was almost motherly. Always caring and watching out for ones he cared about, and he didn’t treat you unfairly like you were some annoying child, it felt good given no one else here seemed to recognize you did just as much if not more than them, despite the gap being only one year. So once you’d met him through your sibling, you’d started talking more and more whenever he came over and enjoyed each others company. Now that the translucent curtain that had fallen down between you two seemed to be turning into a brick wall very quickly, you worried.

After a couple moments, you realized the ice and fire user had gotten closer to help you once again, grabbing a few pieces of cuterly and a coffee cup himself. You gave a small smile and look back down at the saucer in your hand, drawn to stare at your own reflection in the smooth glassy surface. Without even looking you could feel his silent stare focused onto your smaller form, composed voice filled with subtle concern.

“Thank you for your concern but…” the clattering of plates stopped for a moment with him.

“Now it seems to be you who’s dwelling on something.” You stayed focused on the small dish in your fingers, though your face was a tad distorted, you knew you looked sad. You huffed, feeling selfish as hell as to what you said next.

“Why are you marrying my sister?” You thought out loud. The moment Todoroki’s lips parted with wide eyes in surprise you knew you’d messed up. You’d been suspicious of the whole thing since it’d all started. Todoroki seemed to just pop up, and suddenly your sibling had a fiancé you nor she’d ever met. You knew all along something was off, but you didn’t mean to spill your words like that. You whipped your head up, blinking and looking anywhere but the tall boy. “A-ah no I didn’t mean it like that! N-Nevermind!” You laughed nervously, placing down the cup ready to excuse yourself to leave. You froze, something ice cold and smooth wrapping around your slim wrist. You turned back to him slowly, observing his soft pearl and carmine hair bounce at the action. His hazel nut and icey teal irises sinking to the floor. You gulped, feeling your heart wrench at the sight. Todoroki’s soft calm face thawed and faded into one of misery, brows furrowed and a dark and dreadful expression now present, his grip on you tightening.

“It’s not like I have much of a choice in the matter.” He muttered in a low voice, words heavy, filled with melancholy and resentment towards a certain someone that didn’t seem to be in the room, but always sat in the back of his mind to torture him like a sick reminder. You’d never guessed something like this would ever be happening in your family. Yes, you’d always been in the higher-ups thanks to your family name, but you never saw yourself any different from anyone else. You were shocked to say the least, even though you’d seen it coming, always being excluded when it came to “adult conversations” your sister had suddenly become a part of, and the little info you had only lead your thoughts to the worst. You gave him a sympathetic look, tone soft.

“You mean…” you’re sister had always been put above you, no matter how much you excelled in anything, it never made any differences. She was the eldest, her quirk was pure and powerful. Thinking about yours, it just wouldn’t of fit with flames or ice, being able to do something as odd and boring as the random sprouting flowers and plants your ability caused. Uncontrolled, useless. Compare to her, being purely the earth element, it was nothing. Especially when it came to compatibility. You were inferior compare to her, no matter how hard you tried…

She’d always win everyone over in the end.

The knot in your stomach escalated due to stress, a small forget-me-not appearing to bloom by your elbow. Forget-me-nots: unrequited- You ignored its meaning entering your head like a sick reminder. Your eyes fell to the petals falling from your skin, shaking your head and brushing them off with your free hand.

“This is all because of quirks?” The air had been stolen from your lungs, you furrowed your brows, you heart twisting with pity for the boy, some unknown feeling in your chest seeming to only intensify your feelings towards him. You slid you hand into his palm and latched on, forcing his eyes from the ground to your empathetic e/c ones. “No wonder you looked so… you poor thing…” Having such a big part of your life controlled by others seemed like hell, you truly pitied him feeling frustrated. Being the younger one did have its little perks. You seemed defenceless and careless compared to your surroundings, so no one batted an eye when you messed up unless it was drastic, you could get away with a lot more… your were as free as a bird compared to him. Todoroki gulped down his remaining anger towards his father, squeezing your caring palm back. His face thawed back to normal, he waited a few moments before-

“I wish it was you.” Your widened eyes fluttered, looking up to him taken aback. Your heart pounded against your rib cage. The dark tones had vanished from his now hopeful voice. “I really do y/n.” You lips fell open, your mouth agape as the blood rushed to your face. The small rich red rose on your forearm going unnoticed. You blinked, squeezing his chill hand.

“You…you do?” Another petite rose appeared near your wrist. You saw his eyes land on your arm after he nodded, suddenly self-conscious. You lightly and nervously laughed it off, “S-sorry, they just seem to appear when I get distract-” brushing off the newly bloomed rose near your wrist and watching it float to the floor. But to your surprise, he caught it before it could fall any further. “-ed?” Your watched Todoroki’s eyes soften at the item. His thumb brushing through the delicate rouge petals, his smooth features seeming to calm.

“…These flowers,” You admired the scene, one palm holding yours and the other a rose as red as the left side of his hair, the color shining brightly in the warm sunlight. A subtle smile tugged at his lips. “they’re really beautiful.” Your throat tightened, no one had ever really praised your quirk before. It seemed useless in your family, a waste of ability. Yet the look in his content eyes… seemed so honest. His kind words made you want nothing more than to fix this. Break whatever shackles were telling him how to live his life, who to marry.

You would find a way to fix this.

The sudden light and papery softness filling your moulded palms interrupted the daze you two were in. When Todoroki lifted his palm, a new flower remained, but this one was large enough to fill the majority of your palm, plump and full. It was a bright pearly white, a round flower with many small curled petals. Not only that, but it was a chrysanthemum. You must have muttered the name aloud, since you’d earned an curious look from the boy in front of you. You went on sheepishly,

“Chrysanthemum, they signify stuff like optimism or good luck, this one specifically honesty or loyalty…” you observed the lightness of its petals and trailed off. But the one of many meanings that seemed to stick with you was good luck, or-

You looked up into his intrigued crystal eyes as they seemed to glisten fondly in the light, when it finally clicked.

“Hope.”

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Hope you enjoyed!! This is soooo late I’m sorry I’m so inactive :(((

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PLEASE READ!!! QUITE IMPORTANT!!!

Okay y’all, I’ve really wanted to do some scenarios and writing for Haikyuu characters lately, so what do y’all think of me squeezing some Haikyuu into this blog? Should I make a totally different one, or split this blog over Haikyuu and BNHA somewhat equally? Let me know! If someone sends me a haikyuu request (i luv kenma lol) I’ll take it as a yes for on this blog!!!

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Do you do male reader?

i haven’t yet but i could try :))) !

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Not a request but HOLY CRAP i didnt expect to get a notif from u my heart STOPPED FHDKSBDKS. Do you plan on continuing the zombie apocalypse story?

haha! I have not been on here in a WHILE! To be honest I’m not sure yet, we’ll have to see if I can think of anything for the future of that series... I might but I’m not sure when or if yet. Sorry for the uncertainty! I’ve been really busy recently for once :)))) But it is a possibilty!!!

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»»—♡New Masterlist♡—««

I don’t have much haikyuu yet, but we’re working on it!

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UNDER CONSTRUCTION !!! 

Don’t really have any rules for y’all, BUT if I don’t answer your ask , I am either struggling for time or don’t feel I am able to write it of that makes sense? I’m good with most chars. but I haven’t read the manga, so none from there please 

I will also be making a separate list for my various old or discontinued series if I have the time, though I believe all I have right now for these are one the old masterlist if you want them (btw these are from asks only, I’ll put the other onesin another list if I end up making one, most are old and gross so y’all ain’t missin’ much).

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BNHA

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ : 

Cuddly Bakugou

Fantasy Au

part II

Artsy Crush

Not-so-artsy Bakugou (pt II)

S/o with a Self-healing/Durability Quirk angst

Secret Ghost Singer S/o (headcanon)

Injured Katsuki + Strong s/o

Domestic Daddy!Bakugou

Theme Park Date (headcanon)

Heated Argument with S/o

Yandere (headcanon)

What He Finds Cute About His S/o (headcanon)

Swimming Disaster

Villain S/o

Sick Bakugou

Comforting his S/o after a breakdown

Swear Jar (domestic au)

Injured Bakugou (apocalypse au)

possible pt II...

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Hurt and Comfort (fiancé’s sister ask)

possible pt II...

Uncontrollable

Sassy Wheelchair BFF

Marrying Izuku’s Sister

Shy Confession

Secret Ghost Singer S/o (headcanon)

Miscarriage :(

They Adopt instead :) (pt II)

Cute Small S/o (headcanon)

Yandere (headcanon)

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MIDORIYA IZUKU . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – :

villain!deku corrupts hero!reader

Yandere (headcanon)

What He Finds Cute about his S/o (headcanon)

Secret Ghost Singer S/o (headcanon)

Sad Jealousy (ft. kacchan)

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 KIRISHIMA EJIROU. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒

What He Finds Cute about his S/o (headcanon)

Standing up for his S/o

Swear Jar (domestic au)

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MONOMA NEITO. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – :

S/o Buys him Dorky Ties for his costume

Monoma thinks crush likes someone else

Beach Date

S/o Whoops his Ass

Class Trip

Tall + Buffer S/o (headcanon)

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 AIZAWA SHOTA. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – :

Super Adorable/Cute S/o (headcanon)

Quirkless S/o (headcanon)

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SHINSOU HITOSHI. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – :

Kid looking up to him (headcanon)

Secretly Defensive S/o

S/o Who Moved from an Abusive Househole Comfort

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KAMINARI DENKI. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – :

N/A

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HAIKYUU

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HINATA SHOYŌ. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ :

New smol (male) manager that can cook

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I’ll add more later!!! But I’ve added a couple more new things already...

[monomas-a-smug-bih]

This isn't a request,but I just have to say so far I love your writing!Stay safe!

thanks!!! this is old but I hope you guys are safe too with all this wildness goin on in the world right now !

[monomas-a-smug-bih]

Hurt and Comfort Scenario for Todoroki falling for the younger sister of his fiancee (quirk marriage set up by their parents) and trying to break the engagement so he can get married to the younger sister instead? (He didn’t get engaged to her because her parents deemed that it would be better to have her quirk meld with another (younger sis and fiancee have different quirks))

answered this a while ago !!! https://monomas-a-smug-bih.tumblr.com/post/178893375497/hurt-and-comfort-scenario-for-todoroki-falling-for

[monomas-a-smug-bih]

how have you been? i haven’t request in a long time💕 can i have a scenario of Bakugou and his s/o cuddling in bakugou‘s dorm room and just talking about stupid and little things.

answered! Im good btw, how are you? I haven’t been on here in a while hehe :> https://monomas-a-smug-bih.tumblr.com/post/615169567407390720/cuddly-bakugou-ask

[monomas-a-smug-bih]

cuddly bakugou ask

how have you been? i haven’t request in a long time💕 can i have a scenario of Bakugou and his s/o cuddling in bakugou‘s dorm room and just talking about stupid and little things

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“Hey dummy.” You, hopped off of the window sill and bounced onto the bed, disturbing the blonde sitting on it. He sat up as the bed dipped in the centre, sending you a signature smirk.

“Hey dumbass.” You smiled back at him. He felt like he hadn’t seen you all day, even though you’d only been split into groups for class today. “The hell you doing in my room?” His crimson eyes seemed playful, his low voice smooth. Bakugou was in a good mood, so you chuckled and flopped back onto one of his pillows beside him.

“Just wanted to see what you were up to Katsuki.” You said, sitting up like he was and staring blankly at the wall in front of you two.

What had he been up to? He’d done a little homework in the past hour, but he couldn’t deny your smiling face had been on his mind. He may treat you like an annoyance more often than he should, but he cared and almost ached for your presence. Bakugou had missed you.

You gave his cheek a poke, making him turn to you. “Are you doing okay? Your entire face is red.” His expression was a little concerning. He looked in very deep thought, furrowed brows and narrowed eyes, the only unusual thing being the flushed color of his cheeks. You pressed a palm to his forehead to see if he had a fever, then again you couldn’t really tell with this boy, since he was like a walking furnace. Your action only seemed to make him worse, but his dazed ruby eyes focused again.

He brought a fist to the side of his face and whipped his head to the side. “No it’s not, quit it. I’m just fine.” Bakugou said, denying the obvious color of his rosy cheeks. You sent him a weak smile and rolled your eyes. Once you’d looked away, he could see the gears in your head turning. And finally an idea popped into your mind. Your arms snaked under his and you buried your face in his chest. His breath caught in his throat, he had no idea what to do with his arms. After a couple of seconds you leaned into him, shifting the weight so he’d hesitantly lay down with you. When his head sank into the pillow beneath him he sighed out his held breath. Bakugou was not used to this kind of closeness, but he wouldn’t deny you, not today. He’d missed you, he hadn’t even seen you at his lunch table, you must’ve been working on your project. So, he allowed it, but this was still very odd to him.

You shifted beside him, pulling him close to you and bringing your head up to look at him. You smiled at his flushed complexion, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek. Bakugou relaxed, sighing again and letting his arms wrap around your sides protectively. You ran your hands up his biceps and shoulders, palms landing on his cheeks. You placed a chaste kiss on his lips, then looked into his deep red eyes. After very little thought, his confidence was regained, and he leaned in and kissed you too, with all the passion and fire his explosive personality held. When you pulled back he dug his face into the crook of your neck, and you ran your fingers through his soft almost pale golden hair. You giggled at the warmth Bakugou brought you, his arms around you were so warm, and so was his face in your neck.

“Aren’t you snuggly today...“ You were happy to say today had definitely been a surprise for you. Never had you seen this usually anger-ridden boy so relaxed.

“Hah? Complaining?“ Bakugou teased, leaning away and starting to escape your clutches from under him. What a tease. 

Sitting up slightly you kissed his right temple, then the left, finally dragging him back down to your grasp. “Not at all, you must’ve won a lot in class today.“ 

The sigh that escaped you lips made you prepare  yourself. Who knew winning could be so complicated. Though he did win, Bakugou had plenty critique to give to his fellow teammates. He ranted to you as you traced shapes on the arms you were laying in, chuckling and commenting occasionally.

“My team was full of morons, I’m just lucky they weren’t that weak, so I carried and we won. Like I’d lose because of some morons.” With another smile grazing your face, your nuzzled comfortably into Bakugou’s chest, a retaliating growl meeting your ears. Though, not a second after, unsure hands began brushing softly through your hair, and a kiss met the top of your head. His annoyed voice grew a tad bit softer, yet still held his same low determination, you, surprisingly, had always liked the sound of his voice. Especially when he wasn’t abusing his lung capacity by screaming out in frustration. Sometimes, rarely towards anyone but you a couple others, even Bakugou could be quietly kind. “Would’ve been a lot nicer to have you there to kick ass with me.” Before he could cover his slight compliment with pride, you snatched another kiss, then the remote, and prepared you both for a movie marathon.

“So, what are we gonna watch?“

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sorry if its a lil boring and not a lotta talkin, its my first piece of writing in quite a whileeeeeeee :))))