#I had an mha phase back in the day

[mcacomulada]

ok so, the other day i was watching a drawfee episode and they did a challenge where they redrew each other's childhood art, so i redrew this comic of a friend of mine:

Oh my god, my hero academia amirite,

[whirlybirbs]

i am on my hands and knees begging for a shred of keigo takami baby bird kfc angel content from you, if you write hawks i will finally know true peace

— MEET & GREET ; 1 / 2 ; HAWKS ; 啓悟

summary: you manage to snag two VIP meet & greet tickets for your nephew's birthday. he insists you join him. part one of two. pairing: keigo takami ; hawks / f!reader word count: 3.1k tags: humor, meet-cute, pro hero culture, birbs ignores all relevant timelines yet again, fluff, phone-flirting, hawks is great with kids, t+, relatable pre-hook up hesitation, they will fuck next time a/n: hawks is the chappell roan of the mha universe. stop touching him. this man actually changed my brain chemistry in early 2023 but we don't need to talk about that. anways, this poll was on the ropes all day and i made the executive choice to feed the hawks birblets.

You feel like your face has been set in a semi-permanent cringe all morning. 

In your right hand, you're clutching your half-finished iced coffee for dear life. In your other, you're clinging to your nephew as he drags you through the convention center — one of the bright red wings of his beloved, homemade cosplay has started to go lopsided, and the six-year-old excitedly tugs it back in place as he tries to yank you forward.

"C'mon! We're gonna be late!" 

This really wasn't your scene.

Fan conventions had a way of making your skin itch. The amount of sexy All Mights you've seen this morning alone has to be some sort of milestone indicator for the environment. Whether nature is healing or dying, though, you have no idea. 

If you had it your way, you'd spend the rest of the day mingling through the artist stalls — but, to your nephew Hayami's point, the two of you had somewhere to be.

Your VIP meet-and-greet badge swings as you trip up and laugh. "Okay! Okay, slow down! You're about to yank my arm off!"

It was the best birthday gift imaginable for Hayami. You officially cemented your title as The Coolest Aunt Ever when you managed to snag the two VIP convention meet-and-greet tickets (complete with a professional photo and two signed copies of the convention's annual poster) after a harrowing seven hours in an online Ticketmaster line. There were only a hundred of them sold — and sure, you coulda thrown that pretty hunk of cash into a college fund for Hayami, but he was deeply in his hero phase. 

Originally you expected that Hayami's father, your brother-in-law, would want to go.

But, no, Hayami himself insisted you come with him.

After all, you helped me with my costume, he begged, I wouldn't have been able to do it without you!

That you did. Many a hot glue gun burn was suffered at the hands of those damn red feathers. If you squint from far away, the cosplay isn't half bad considering the thrift and dollar-store materials. It wasn't one of those inch-to-inch replicas, but it worked. 

He's like a cute, bouncing mini Hawks. Complete with goggles and wings.

And Hayami is happy. And that's all that matters to you. 

The line is already pretty long, and Hayami runs his gloved hands along the line barriers as he races to his spot, audibly wooshing the whole way — just like Hawks does, probably. His badge jingles, and he hops to a stop as you come up behind him and pat his head. The six-year-old stands up on his tippy-toes, trying to see around the Miss Midnight fan in front of them. 

"Can you see him?" he chatters excitedly, "Ti, can you?"

He's called you Ti ever since he could speak. Auntie was too long, and the shortened version has stuck. 

You hop up onto your tippy-toes, mimicking him — and you swear you catch a glimpse of a crimson feather plumage over the gathered heads of the other meet-and-greet fans. It might be another cosplayer.

"I dunno," you whisper, your eyes darting to your phone's lock screen, "It's supposed to start any minute—"

The telltale roar of fanfare lets you know exactly who has just arrived. 

Hayami's excitement is palpable. Without a word, you're hauling him up and perching him on your shoulders. His hands land in your hair, and you can feel his smile from down here. 

"Ti! It's him!"

The line starts moving not long after, and you finish your iced coffee while Hayami stays perched on your shoulders, utterly starstruck. You weave through the barriers, moving up a few feet every minute, until you're only four or five people away from where Hawks sits behind a long table. 

You have to admit, the guy is pretty cute. 

Cuter than the fan-cams make him out to be, even. 

Sandy blonde hair, sharp gold eyes, and big wings. There's no doubt in your mind he's showboating, but as people approach the table, you notice this hesitant twitch ripple through the red feathers every time someone gets a little too close. 

That cringe from earlier washes over your face again as a girl reaches over the table to roughly run her fingers across one of his flight feathers. 

It's Keigo's least favorite part of all this. 

I mean, there's a part of him that gets it. He's the #2 Hero in all of Japan. He's a big deal. He's top of the popularity polls, he's the people's bird, y'know? He's a marketed commodity that sells out each and every time. 

But, that doesn't mean he likes being touched.

Especially the wings. Hands off the wings.

"Hey, Hayami?" you ask, tilting your head up as you both step forward.

You can feel the sudden nervousness creeping up on Hayami as he nods and looks down at you. "Y-Yea?"

"Make sure you ask for permission if you touch his wings, okay?" you say gently, muscling him down from your shoulders and doing a once over on his mini-Hawks cosplay, "And remember to tell him your name!"

Hayami nods, his nerves palpable as he realizes the two of you are next. 

On instinct, his hand shoots out and grips yours for dear life. 

And then, one of the marketers waves the two of you forward.

The first word that comes to Keigo's mind is MILF. You're cute. Real cute. Definitely not the usual sort he meets at conventions, and definitely not the usual sort that buys a ticket to his meet-and-greets. The kid clinging to your arm is arguably even cuter, and Hawks can't hide the blooming grin on his face when the pair of you step forward.

"Woa-ho!" he yaps from behind the patterned table, "Dude! Nice outfit!"

Hayami is panicking. You can tell from his shocked silence as the two of you step forward. You bend at the knees, squatting to your nephew's height, then encourage him to go ahead, go on. His big, brown eyes bob from you to Hawks. 

"Go ahead, Hayami," you encourage softly, "Say hi."

Oh, shit. You're really cute. Is this your kid? Nah, no way. You're way too young to be his mom. Unless—

You've seriously got him weighing the pros and cons of step-fatherhood and he doesn't even know your name. 

He could do stepdad shit at twenty-six. Right?

"Hi, Mr. Hawks," comes the shy voice of the mini Hawks before him; the sandy blonde's chest clenches. 

This is too fuckin' cute.

"Heh, hey kid," he chirps back, leaning forward on the table as his mouth curves into a friendly grin; Hawks' eyes are trained on the kid's growing smile, "What's your name?"

"H-Hayami."

"It's cool t' meetcha, Hayami," Hawks parrots as your own proud smile grows. There's relief flooding your shoulders. Thank god, Hayami didn't choke the clutch moment, "I like your wings, lil' dude!"

Hayami gives a little turn, wiggling his prized, handmade possession. His confidence is building; the compliment lights the kid's cheeks up. 

"My aunt helped me make them!" Hayami chatters, his eyes brightening from behind the flight goggles strapped to his head, "She says I need to ask for your permission to touch your feathers!"

Keigo's gold eyes slip to your face. You give him an apologetic grimace, your eyes flicking to the girl beyond the VIP area still screaming about how she touched him, she touched Hawks, oh my god. You mouth out a silent apology.

Hawks' finds himself a little speechless. Doesn't happen often. 

He's not used to having some say in how he's objectified and consumed.

A sandy brow quirks as he pushes his yellow-tinted visor up, and into his hair. He seems shocked. It's not an expression you've seen on the #2 before — and in the last few weeks, you've seen plenty of Hawks content during Hayami's cosplaying journey. The reference material is pretty expansive.

"That's real considerate, chickadee — I appreciate that," his voice is soft; his smile is a little looser, "C'mere, Hayami, you wanna hold a feather while I sign your poster?"

This is, like, the best day of Hayami's life. 

Hawks brings his visor back down. 

You stand to full height, wringing your purse's strap, watching Hayami hold both hands out as one of the delicate pieces of plumage floats into his hands on command. He cradles it like treasure, his big brown eyes glimmering with new-found amazement. 

You step forward, and place a hand on Hayami's shoulder as he gently ushers his hands toward your face. "Ti, look, isn't this, like, the coolest thing ever — it's one of Hawks' feathers!"

Hawks' eyes flick up to the two of you as his pen darts across the two VIP package posters. There's a smirk on his face as he pays half attention to the task of signing. 

And scribbling his number on the back of one.

"I see that," you chuckle, leaning in to inspect the beautiful, crimson feather, "Make sure you say th—"

Before you finish your sentence, the very feather in question darts up to tickle the tip of your nose. Your immediate reaction is to scrunch your nose and grin. It's not so much ticklish as it is gentle. For good measure, Hawks gives Hayami a little brush on the cheek, too. The boy descends into delighted laughter, allowing the feather to zip back through the air and into its designated place in his wings. 

Hawks is smirking.

"Alright you two," comes the level voice of the marketer; the camera in her hands is bulky, and a signifier that their time meeting #2 is nearly up, "Let's get in nice and close for a photo!"

The table proves to be a bit of a pain, but you bend down to Hayami's height as Hawks leans over the table and gives you both bunny ears. The camera flash burns bright in your eyes as Hayami's hand darts into yours again. 

"Here you two go," Hawks rumbles easily; he's standing now, and you find yourself yet again struck by how handsome he is. He smells like summer air and some expensive cologne you'll probably never know the name of. Definitely one of his sponsors. 

You take both posters, as Hayami's excitement seems to overflow and he's nearly buzzing with excitement to know he has Hawks' autograph. The boy bounces at your heels as he clutches his signed copy of the annual convention poster. His big, brown eyes are wide with pure joy. 

"Thank you!" Hayami chatters, "You're the best, Hawks!"

"Thank you," you smile, taking your own poster as Hayami's hand rockets back into yours.

"Nah, it's nothin', chickadee. Thanks for the manners," he calls after you with a touch of good humor, "You're real sweet."

"No problem!" you stutter out, thrown entirely by the compliment, as one of the other marketers guides you towards the exit with a hand on your back. 

"Oh, hey! One last thing!"

You flick your eyes back over your shoulder as you're shuffled out of the meet-and-greet.

You watch Hawks mouth 'check the poster', and with a hand held up to the side of his face. Then, 'call me'. 

"You're kidding me."

Hayami is finally asleep — and your sister is closing the door to his darkened bedroom as she hisses the words out. You're leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed and looking entirely exasperated.

"I can't just call him," you say softly as you kick off the wall and follow her into the kitchen, "This isn't, like, the hot waiter who leaves his number on the receipt—"

"No, it's even better," she chatters, moving towards the unfinished glass of wine that sits on the dinner table, "I swear to god if you don't pick up that phone and call him right now—"

It's your brother-in-law who speaks up from the couch. "What's stopping you?"

"I don't know, being chronically single?" you cry as you throw your hands, "I haven't gotten a wax in months—"

"You seriously think #2 cares?" comes your sister's flat reply.

Your brother-in-law mimics her affectation. He throws a finger in the air. "Real heroes don't care."

The two of them high-five. 

...They're probably right.

You suck your teeth as you cross your arms again and weigh your options.

I mean — it's only eight o'clock. It's early. And it's a Friday. 

It could go two ways — you break your year-long dry spell with the #2 pro-hero in the country, or it's a total bust and he turns out to be a massive weirdo. Both are frankly pretty entertaining. 

You chew your lip.

Then, you decide.

You kick off the wall and move towards your phone in the kitchen. It's sitting beside the poster. 

"Oh my god, are you doing it?" your sister calls from the couch, her hand gripping her husband's arm tightly.

"I'm doing it," you say, ignoring the bite of nervousness in your hands as you type in the cell number that was scrawledhastily on the back of the poster. 

"Ohmygod."

It's ringing.

Suddenly, you have an audience. Your sister and brother-in-law are crowding you, their faces wide and expectant as it continues to ring. You pull your thumb to your mouth, pushing your bottom lip between your teeth. You let it ring, and ring, and just when you settle that you're being sent to voicemail, there's a click and a voice.

"'Ello?"

Your sister slams her hand into her husband's back, the two of them scrambling in a sudden flash of limbs and excitement. You drag your thumb across your throat — gesturing for them to cut it out. 

"Uh, hi," you fumble, "Is this... Hawks?"

Suddenly, there's a bark of laughter on the other line. "The one and only. Who's this?"

A slow smirk tugs at your cheeks. "I checked the back of the poster — a bold move, y'know."

"Convention Cutie!" he practically cheers, "Hold on, hold on — gimme two seconds, lemme just land."

Your lips part and you blink. The mental image is a hell of a thing. You swallow down a bought of amusement. "Sure, sure, take your time."

Keigo was starting to doubt you'd actually call him. The convention wrapped up hours ago, and he already made himself busy by exploring the southern city. It's nice here. A little bit like his hometown. Not too much crime, which has made for a pretty uneventful evening.

Until now.

His boots touch down on the nearby rooftop and he settles into an easy squat. His wings tuck themselves tightly against his back. 

You can hear a bit of wind bristle against his end of the receiver. 

"Alright, alright, sorry," he rumbles out, "Now you've got my full, undivided attention—"

You tug on your bottom lip. Your sister and brother-in-law are entirely hooked on the little bits they're overhearing from their spot across the counter. Your sister takes a long drink of her wine.

"Am I... being a bit of a distraction?" you ask, "If now isn't a good time—"

"You've been a distraction all day," comes the smooooooth reply; even Keigo's proud of himself for that one, "I'm just out for a fly. Nothin' too serious. I am glad you called, though."

Oh, fuck. Your knees feel like jello. You white-knuckle grip the counter as your sister gnashes her teeth and mimics biting her fist in silent mimery.

"Yea?" you pry, fanning yourself as you lean farther against the counter. 

"Yea, definitely," Hawks grins as he tips his head back and checks out the stars, "You busy tomorrow night? I'd love to take you out to dinner."

There's a commotion across the kitchen. The two of them are smacking one another's arms, their genuine excitement is palpable as they try to stay quiet. They're failing.

"I'd love that, Hawks."

This is new for him.

Technically speaking, you're not a fan. Your nephew is. So, this doesn't technically qualify as one of those unspoken hero faux pas. Don't date fans. Then again, what does it matter? He can do whatever he wants. 

And you're cute. And nice. And kind. And maybe he's being a sap, but seeing you with your nephew made something in his heart tighten. He didn't even notice he was making a nest of scrapped trash from the posters around his seat until the afternoon was over. 

God, sometimes the evolutionarily deep, bird DNA thing is weird.

Hawks lets out a tight breath he didn't realize he was holding. 

"Cool. Okay. Uh, you... you chill with, like, 7pm?" he fiddles with his visor, "I'm... I'm free whenever so..."

He sounds nervous. Your grin is so bright it could outburn the sun. 

"That works for me," you say as you fiddle with your lip, "As far as dress code goes... Do I, like, need a flight suit?"

His laugh is warm. 

"No, no, I — I was gonna get us an Uber," his voice lilts into something more mischievous, "Unless..."

"Maybe after dinner," you remark easily, swaying side to side, "You can show me what those wings do?"

Oh, smooth. Real smooth. Keigo's face is warm. His wings in question twitch eagerly at the invitation. 

"You gonna ask before you touch?" he teases back into the receiver, his brow raised.

It's your turn to laugh. "Hey, it's called being polite."

"I appreciate it," he rumbles out, about earlier at the convention, "Seriously. People are grabby — these things are sensitive..."

"Making a mental note of that, and filing it away," you flirt openly as your sister cheers silently, "For after dinner, maybe."

Keigo's brain stutter-steps. His laugh is surprised. He's about to comment on how you might just be the girl of his dreams when suddenly the wail of sirens perks up his attention. It's two blocks over. Three fire engines. The wind is carrying the smell of acrid smoke. 

"Hey, chickadee, I, uh... I gotta go," he says, standing and allowing his attention to drift to the scene playing out in front of him; it's a house fire — must be — on the southern side of town, "I'll text you the spot for tomorrow, is that okay?"

"Of course, don't let me keep you," you hush, "I'll... text you?"

"I'm countin' on it."

"Bye, Hawks."

"See ya, chickadee."

You didn't even realize you were sweating until you put the phone down.

Your sister and her husband are there, eyes wide. "So?"

"So," you croon as you laugh and pridefully sway your hips, "I have plans tomorrow night."

Their screaming wakes up Hayami.

As you help the kid back to sleep, you keep it secret that he's a better wingman than you could have ever anticipated. 

[sakuraszn]

Hi! First off, I love your writing. The way you unfold a story feels so natural, and you manage to evoke so much emotion with a simple, concise style. I was so over my Bakugo phase after moving on from MHA, but somehow, your writing brought back just a little of those old feels.

So, if you're up for it, could I request a Bakugo x ex-villain reader? Maybe she’s taken in by U.A. after deciding to leave her villainous family but struggles to fit in. Bakugo, begrudgingly, helps since he kinda knows what it’s like to be treated like a ticking time bomb. Just pure fluff. Thank you!

a spark in the ashes, ft. katsuki bakugo x ex-villian!reader

note: THANKKK YOUUU SO MUCHHH!! I love when people compliment me on my writing, it’s such a mood booster to continue on doing something I adore so much and I’m happy I was able to get you hooked back onto his character again! I would be down to write this and I hope you like it, mwaa🫂💓.

The halls of U.A. were much louder than you expected.

Even though you had spent years watching the school from the shadows, studying its heroes, dissecting their every move for weaknesses, you had never imagined what it felt like to walk among them. The sheer energy of the place buzzed in your ears—the laughter, the chatter, the casual way students moved like they belonged. It was something you had never felt before.

Not truly.

You pulled your hoodie lower over your face, trying to avoid the sideways glances thrown your way. Even after Principal Nezu personally vouched for you, even after Eraserhead took responsibility for your rehabilitation, the whispers never stopped.

“That’s her, right? The villain’s daughter?”

“Why would U.A. even let someone like that in?”

“Bet she’ll snap any day now.”

It wasn’t that unexpected. You had lived your entire life being feared—first because of your family, then because of the things you had done in their name. Changing sides didn’t erase the past. And it certainly didn’t erase the scars.

You just wished it hurt a little less.

As you moved down the hallway, pretending not to hear the murmurs, someone shouldered past you. Hard.

“Tch. Move it, dumbass.”

You barely caught yourself before stumbling, snapping your gaze up to glare at the culprit.

Bakugo Katsuki.

Of course it was him.

The moment you locked eyes, his crimson gaze flickered with something unreadable. You expected hatred—after all, he had more reason than most to despise you. Instead, his eyes darted away, his expression twisting in annoyance.

“Quit starin’,” he muttered before storming off.

You scowled after him, muttering, “Asshole,” under your breath.

You had been warned about him, mostly by Kaminari and Kirishima. “Bakugo’s got a rough way of showing it, but he’s not as bad as he seems,” they had said. “He’s just… difficult.”

You weren’t sure you believed them.

But then again, weren’t you the last person who should be judging others?

Training was hell.

Not because it was physically demanding—you were used to that. Grueling workouts, endless sparring sessions, pain that lingered for days afterward—it was all second nature to you. Your past had ensured that.

No, what made this particularly hellish was teamwork.

No one trusted you enough to be their partner, and honestly, you didn’t blame them. But Aizawa wasn’t about to let you get away with isolating yourself.

“You’ll be paired with Bakugo,” he had said, voice flat and unyielding. “Neither of you seem to grasp the concept of cooperation, so you’re going to learn it—together.”

You had barely swallowed back a groan before a familiar scoff filled the air.

“Tch. This is stupid,” Bakugo muttered, standing beside you with his arms crossed, looking as irritated as you felt. “Why the hell do I have to babysit her?”

You arched a brow, unimpressed. “Wow. With that attitude, I can totally see why people love working with you.”

His crimson eyes snapped to you, narrowing. “Hah? The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

You huffed, turning your gaze back to Aizawa. “You sure this is a good idea?”

“I wasn’t asking,” Aizawa replied, already walking away.

Bakugo clicked his tongue in irritation, but didn’t argue. You sighed, rolling your shoulders before turning to face him properly.

“Fine,” you muttered. “Let’s just get this over with.”

He scoffed. “Finally, something we agree on.”

The exercise was straightforward: navigate through a series of obstacles while evading and neutralizing the ‘villain’ bots. Success depended on strategy, agility, and—most importantly—teamwork.

Which meant you were screwed.

Not even two minutes in, and you were already at each other’s throats.

“Would you stop blowing everything up for five seconds?!” you snapped, dodging the debris from yet another one of his reckless explosions.

“Shut the hell up! This is my way of doin’ things!”

“Yeah? Well, your way is getting us nowhere!”

You could see it clearly—Bakugo was powerful, but he wasn’t thinking ahead. He was acting purely on instinct, relying on brute force. It was effective, sure, but inefficient.

And it was driving you crazy.

“Stop being so stupidly aggressive and—”

A bot lunged toward him from behind.

You moved before thinking, grabbing his wrist and yanking him backward. Your body twisted mid-air, and in one swift motion, you fired an energy blast, knocking the bot away before it could strike.

For a moment, everything was still.

Then, you realized—Bakugo was staring at you.

Not in anger. Not in irritation.

Just staring.

His crimson eyes flickered with something unreadable as he glanced from your grip on his wrist to your face. It was only then that you became aware of how close you were, your fingers wrapped tightly around his skin, the heat of his body radiating against yours.

You immediately let go, stepping back. “What?”

His gaze lingered a second longer before he scoffed, shaking his wrist like he was trying to erase the memory of your touch. “Nothin’.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You sure? Because for a second there, it almost seemed like you—”

“Shut up.”

You smirked. “Didn’t know you could get flustered, Bakugo.”

He bristled immediately. “Hah?? I’m not flustered!”

“Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

His eye twitched.

Despite the bickering, something shifted after that.

You noticed how, for the rest of the exercise, Bakugo actually started to listen. He still barked orders, still acted like he was the one in charge, but his movements weren’t as reckless. He adjusted his pace, matched your rhythm, and—most surprising of all—he didn’t complain when you took the lead on strategy.

By the time you reached the checkpoint, you were both panting, covered in dust and sweat.

But you had won.

And for once, you didn’t feel like you had done it alone.

Bakugo exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. “well, i guess your way doesn’t suck completely.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the almost compliment.

Then, a slow grin spread across your lips. “Wow. That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me today.”

He clicked his tongue, looking away. “Don’t get used to it, dumbass.”

And yet—

Somehow, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time.

Over time, things started to change.

It wasn’t immediate—Bakugo was still Bakugo, all sharp edges and loud shouting, and you were still you, struggling to figure out where you fit in this world. But little by little, he stopped treating you like a threat.

He’d still shove past you in the halls, but it wasn’t as aggressive. He still called you names, but they lacked venom.

And then there were the little things.

Like how he always seemed to end up in the same training group as you. Or how, when people whispered about your past, he was the one who shut them up.

It all came to a head one evening.

The rooftop was quiet.

The world stretched out before you, city lights blinking in the distance, casting a faint glow against the dark sky. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of the earth below, the lingering traces of smoke from Bakugo’s explosions still clinging to your uniform.

You had come up here to be alone.

But, of course, he found you anyway.

You didn’t turn when the door creaked open behind you, didn’t even acknowledge his presence as he stepped closer. The familiar weight of him, the quiet heat, settled beside you, but he didn’t speak.

That was the thing about Bakugo—he never did anything he didn’t want to do. Which meant if he was here, it wasn’t because he felt obligated.

It was because he chose to be.

“You always come up here to sulk?” His voice was gruff, but there was no real bite behind it.

You huffed out a small, humorless laugh. “I don’t sulk.”

He gave a low scoff. “Coulda fooled me.”

Silence stretched between you.

The wind whistled softly, ruffling your hair, sending a chill across your skin. But you barely felt it. The weight pressing against your chest was heavier than the cold.

“I just needed some air,” you muttered eventually, pulling your knees up to your chest. “Needed to clear my head.”

Bakugo didn’t respond right away. Instead, you heard the faint rustle of fabric as he shifted, leaning forward, forearms resting on his knees.

You should have expected what came next.

“You thinkin’ about them?”

You flinched.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of your sleeves, the answer already there—resting just behind your teeth.

Of course you were.

No matter how far you ran, no matter how much you tried to bury the memories, your past had a way of finding you. The voices of your family still echoed in your head, their lessons burned into your bones.

“You can’t trust heroes. You can’t trust anyone.”

“They will never accept you.”

“People like us? We don’t get happy endings.”

Your throat felt tight.

“I just…” You exhaled, rubbing a hand down your face. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Bakugo finally turned his head, his gaze sharp, unwavering. “Do what?”

You swallowed, barely managing to force the words out.

“Be a hero. Change.”

The confession hung heavy in the air.

For a long moment, Bakugo didn’t say anything. He just looked at you—really looked, his crimson eyes dark and unreadable.

Then, finally, he scoffed.

“You already did the hardest part, dumbass.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

He leaned back, stretching his legs out, staring at the sky. His voice was lower now, quieter.

“You left.”

You frowned. “So?”

“So that means you already made your choice,” he said simply. “Ain’t easy to walk away from everything you’ve ever known.”

Your breath caught.

Because the way he said it—so matter-of-fact, like he understood—made something in your chest tighten.

“Doesn’t feel like it’s enough,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “People don’t see me as a hero. They see me as… as them. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, it’s like I’m always one step away from proving them right.”

You didn’t know why you were telling him this.

Maybe because he was the only one who wouldn’t look at you with pity. Maybe because, despite everything, Bakugo had never once treated you like you were fragile.

Or maybe because, deep down, you knew—he understood.

Bakugo exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “You think I don’t get that?”

You turned to him, brow furrowing.

He scoffed. “People look at me like I’m gonna snap any day now. Like I’m some kinda walking disaster just waiting to go off.” His hands curled into fists, resting against his thighs. “You think I don’t hear ‘em whisperin’? Saying I’m too aggressive, too dangerous to be a hero?”

You stared at him, lips parting slightly.

You had known, of course. Everyone knew that Bakugo was intense. That he was loud and brash and prone to violence.

But you had never really thought about what that meant for him.

Because heroes weren’t supposed to be like that. Heroes were supposed to be bright and shining and perfect.

Bakugo wasn’t.

And neither were you.

Slowly, your fingers unclenched.

“It’s exhausting,” you murmured, voice soft. “Always feeling like you have to prove something.”

Bakugo let out a low, humorless chuckle. “Yeah. Tell me about it.”

Another stretch of silence.

Then—

“fuck.” He exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. “Screw ‘em.”

You blinked. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said, stretching his legs out again, his knee bumping against yours slightly. “People are always gonna talk shit. Always gonna expect the worst. So what? That don’t mean they’re right.”

You stared at him.

He turned his head slightly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “At the end of the day, the only thing that matters is what you do. So either let ‘em win, or prove ‘em all wrong.”

A lump formed in your throat.

Because—damn it.

For all his yelling, for all his rough edges and sharp words—Bakugo meant it.

He believed in you.

Maybe not in the loud, obvious way that others did. But it was there, hidden beneath the gruff exterior, in the way he was sitting here—choosing to be here.

For you.

Something inside you shifted.

Something warm, something steady.

You let out a slow breath, nodding. “Yeah. I think… I think I can do that.”

Bakugo scoffed, nudging your knee with his. “Damn right you can, dumbass.”

You laughed—a real, genuine laugh. The first in a long time.

And for the first time since stepping into U.A., for the first time since choosing to leave your past behind—

You didn’t feel so alone.

SAKURASZN © 2025 !

[skiiyoomin]

HII!! Idk if your taking requests rn but if you still do,can you please do Bakugou having a emo gf?? I honestly don't know if you still write mha stuffs, so ignore this if you don't!! 🙏🙏

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a/n hi!! idk if you wanted it to be texts or a oneshots or wtv so i went with headcanons!! and yess i still write for mha, my inbox is open if you get creative ;)) also, my conception of emo might but kinda stereotypical so i apologize in advance!!

Bakugou had an emo phase in middle school and you can NAWTTT change my mind. Now that he´s older and more mature, he´s become closeted about this phase of his. But trust, if he hears any type of emo music, he knows deep down in his soul that he´s jamming to that shit.

That is why, in terms of how aggressive he is with people, emos are at the bottom of the list, including you.

Of course, when you first walked into class he was still the abrasive person he is. Nevertheless, it was clear to anyone who had known him long enough, that he treated you with just a little more respect than he did with others.

You never understood it, but you never questioned it either. What little bit of peace there was with the blonde was to remain untouched and unshattered. That is until Mina whispered ideas into your head that Bakugou had a thing for you. At first, you tried to convince yourself that it was just Mina gossiping as always. But that didn´t mean you weren´t just the slightest bit more aware of Bakugous mannerisms towards you.

During his infatuated phase, though he would rather die than call it that, he had walked past your room only to stop abruptly when the muffled music reached his ears. The rythm of Panic! At The Disco was heard through your speakers, your melodic voice humming the lyrics. He´d be lying if he said he didn´t know the songs by heart. He did.

And despite his embarrassment of people having this knowledge, his gut told him you wouldn´t judge. Hence why he found himself knocking on your door.

"Bakugou? Do you need something?" You ask, not having expected the sudden visit.

Why did he come here again? His throat suddenly felt dry and his tongue heavy.

"I heard your music down the hallway, it´s too damn loud" Smooth Bakugou smooth.

"Oh. Is it? I´ll turn it down"

Just as you turn back around, he abruptly speaks.

"I like it" Well that sounded dumb "The group I mean. It used to be my favorite"

If you weren´t surprised before you sure are now. Yet you didn´t dislike it.

"Really?....Wanna come in to listen?"

The friendship stage was blurry to say the least. Neither of you knew whether you were treading a line between friends or lovers. But it felt right.

The respect he held for you from the beginning grew the more he learned about you. Between all the dumbasses and extras he was surrounded with, you seemed to be the one with the most refreshing mind. Your passions and views about the world amaze him to no end and he finds himself learning from you.

Of course, everyone else could see the palpable tension between you. It was clear as day yet neither of you made a move. It was infuriating and your dear classmates could only take so much before they intervened. Luckily, a small push was all that was needed for things to go smoothly.

They went with the classic plan. Making plans with friends only to end up ditching you and leaving you all alone with your now crush. Bakugou caught on quicker than you did. And while he wanted to strangle the idiots, he knew it was now or never, he had to stop chickening out.

"What are we?" He asks out of the blue while walking back to the dorms. He could feel your eyes on him, but he didn´t turn his head, too scared to look.

"What do you want us to be?" You counterask, your heart inevitably thumping in your chest.

"If I tell you will you still stay?" You can only muster a nod.

"I want us to stop dancing around our feelings. I want to take you out. On a real date"

With a grin, you lean close and place a kiss to his blossoming cheek. "I´ve been waiting for you to ask"

The relationship wasn´t all that different. Rather, it was more like an upgrade. He still does the things he does but now under the claim of being your boyfriend. And yes, he came out of the emo closet, though it was pretty transparent. Don´t tell him that though.

[neatwhiskeyplaguedoctor]

Hey dude , just came across your channel (I think it’s what it’s called on tumblr) I was just wondering you can do the same nsfw New Year’s resolution for arcane character (such as Vi , Caitlyn, Jinx , Sevika and Mel) , I’d prefer a male pov but I’m honestly down for a Gn pov

New Year with Pilties and Zaunites(Male)

!¡NSFW¡!

FYI all of these are in an AU where Vander, Mylo, and Claggor live, Silco is like an Uncle, and Powder is Jinx because of phase or is just a new personality because of her growing. Also Silco just has does an Alcohol business and shimmer doesn't exist.

If you don't like Caitlyn or Vi X Male then please leave or read the others. No input is needed. Let men like these fictional characters. Fanfics will not make these characters all of a sudden straight. The MHA community already tried that with Deku.

Sevika

(Bondage)

Sevika is really vocal when it comes to sex. She moans so loud people passing by your house can hear her. One day as you were running errands you passed by the brothel you overheard some of the escorts talking about their experiences of blindfolding and gagging during sex. A light bulb went off and as you picked up the things you needed you also picked up a ball gag and a blindfold.

The new year's party that Silco's men were holding everyone shared their resolutions, except you. You had stood up and kissed Sevika's cheek. "12:15. Be home," you told her before leaving leaving her confused and curious.

She got home she got home exactly at 12:15 like you instructed. She called out to you but no answer, entering your shared bedroom she spotted the ball gag and blindfold along with a note. Arching her eyebrow she read the note,

"Put these on and undress."

Smirking she obeyed the instructions. Once you heard the sound of her lying down on the bed you peered out the closet and saw her lying on your bed, blindfolded, gagged, and legs spread open, her womanhood on full display. Smiling you left the closet already naked. Walking over you bit her neck causing her to moan loudly but the ball gag muffled it. Smirking you kissed down her body making sure to keep her hands pinned to the mattress, her thighs rubbed against each other to hopefully relieve some of her building-up pleasure. She continued to moan against the gag as you reached her fold. You began to tease her clit with your tongue causing her to moan and shiver as her legs wrap around your head, her hands gripping your hair. She moaned even louder against the ball gag you can almost hear it perfectly. You reach behind her head and tighten the gag muffling the moans once more. Her legs tightened as she reached her climax. You smirk, flip her on her stomach, and pin her arms behind her back. You smirk and push your member into her womanhood causing her to moan louder. You start to thrust fast and rough, as you thrust into her you smacked her ass. You chuckled and squeeze her ass. You keep thrusting and she continues to moan against the gag. You thrust into her fully as your seed filled her womb. "Fuck Sev..." You pant as you take her blindfold and gag off. "How was that?" You ask as she looks back at you, panting. "Who... who said... to stop?" "Huh?" "Put those back on and keep fucking me til I pass out," she said lowly. You smirk and kiss her before putting the blindfold and gag back on her. Safe to say... Silco had questions about her limping.

Mel

(Degradation)

You didn't want to go to the party the Council of Piltover was hosting but being Mel's boyfriend and all you had to attend. As the clock struck twelve everyone started sharing their resolutions, you walked behind Mel as she was talking to another aristocrat and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to treat you like the slut you are tonight. That's my resolution~" you said in a low raspy voice. Mel immediately blushed and stammered mid-sentence causing the aristocrat to question her but before she could answer you grabbed her ass causing her to shiver, you then casually walked away.

Once you two arrived home she wasted no time in capturing your lips in a kiss. The kiss was full of passion and lust. She pulled away slightly and bit your lower lip. "I need you..." she said lowly as her hand started to unbuckle your belt, chuckling you helped her strip. Once you were both undressed you pinned her to the bed and bit her neck causing her to moan loudly. Her legs shot up and wrapped around your waist pulling you closer. You slid your cock inside her folds and began thrusting. She moaned loudly as you thrust inside her. You reach down and pinch her nipple causing her back to arch off the mattress as you did so. Her leg grip tightened as she looked up at you, she was at your mercy. You kept thrusting as you slapped her breasts. "Who's a good slut?" You asked as you slapped her reddening breasts. "I am!" She moaned out loudly. You flipped her so she was not in doggy style. As you continued to thrust you smacked her ebony ass. As you continued she moaned louder with each smack and thrust. You reached under her and pinched her clit causing her to moan and arch her back so far her upper chest fell to the mattress. "Bark, bitch!" You commanded pinching her clit harder causing her legs to spasm. "Arf! Arf!" She barked looking back at you as she did. You kept thrusting in her and soon your shaft started pulsing signaling you were close. You grabbed her arms and lifted her making her stand you walked her over and bent her over her vanity so she could see her face as you filled her up. You rubbed her clit roughly causing her to moan loudly. "Fill me up! Fill me up! Please fill my slutty womb up!" She begged as you thrust one last time as you both came. Her juices coated your pelvis and your hot load painted her insides white. You both panted coming down from your high. Mel then started to grind against your pelvis, your softened manhood becoming hard once more as she looked at you through the mirror. "The night is still young~ Keep fucking your slutty whore," she said her cheeks a light pink, you smile and kiss her softly. "I promise you will get the best aftercare after this..."

Caitlyn

(Electrostimulation)

Caitlyn, being as high nobility as such, she is was very oblivious when it was anything related to sex. When she met you, a Zaunite, after jumping through her window when you were running from Enforcers her eyes were open to a whole new world.

You sigh a sigh of relief as you open the door to your girlfriend's room. You had been gone since dawn since you're girlfriend wanted the day alone surprisingly considering it was New Year's Eve. She specifically wanted you back by 11:58 saying "I'll have a surprise by the time you get home." So you left and went to Zaun for a bit visiting a few Vander, Vi, Mylo, and Junk. "I'm home. Now why did I have to—" You freeze as you see your girlfriend lying in bed in black lingerie. "Hey." She said casually. "Hey... what's this?" You ask as you take off your jacket and boots. "Well-" she glanced at the clock at 11:59. "-I had a revolution while speaking to Jinx the other day... I like uh... electricity..." she blushes moving her hands from her stomach, showing some pink devices in her stomach. "In... the pleasure sense... and my..." 12 o'clock taking a breath she speaks "My New Year's resolution is to incorporate it into our... sexy time..." she says mumbling the last bit, fidgeting with the hem of her lingerie. Blinking, you smile and begin to take off your shirt. "That so... well... then." You take the remote from her hand and turn it on and then off quickly this causes her to moan loudly at the sudden feeling. "Oooo~ I like that." You say lowly, smirking as you remove the remaining pieces of clothing from your body. "Strip for me baby girl." You command giving her a quick shock. Stifling a moan she begins to remove the lingerie but you make it difficult by shocking her "C'mon Pretty Girl. You do this so easily every other time." You say innocently, Caitlyn swallows as she reaches back to unhook her bra only for a long shock to cause her to stifle a moan, her hands desperately trying to remove her bra. She finally manages to take it off and reaches for her panties just for you to shock her again. Leaning close you kiss her neck. "C'mon Pretty girl~ thought you wanted to have sex?" You said lowly causing Caitlyn to look at you, eyes desperate. "Please, love... let me undress..." Smiling you grab her panties and pull them down, Caitlyn immediately throws her panties to the side as you push your pants and boxers down. Leaning down you kiss her neck, trailing kisses down to her stomach, each kiss followed by a shock. Shock, kiss, repeat. Once you reach her stomach you lock your lips with her folds. Pushing your tongue into her folds you made sure to shock her each time she Moana. Her legs wrap around your head pulling your hair. Chuckling lowly you reach up to finger her and move to suck her clit. The combined pleasure of your fingers, mouth, and the shocks was sending Caitlyn closer to the edge faster than a train with no brakes. As she nears her peak she pulled your hair, "Wait wait..." she panted looking down at you. Looking at her through your lashes turned her on even more. "I wanna cum from your cock... not your fingers..." She begs. "Please love..." She begs her big blue orbs causing your heart to melt. Standing up you pulled her by her hips closer, slamming into her "Ahhh~!" She moans her eyes wide as she claws at your back. You thrust into her hard and fast Caitlyn's moans filling the room. You grunt as you bite her neck, thrusting, and turning the shock to a level to not cause her discomfort. Grabbing her hips you slam into her more. "C.... C... Cumming..." she moans before reaching her peak cumming on your cock as you bury your dick into her, your seed filling her womb. Panting you turn the shockers off. You look at Caitlyn before kiss her gently, smiling lovingly she wraps her arms around your neck. "Always a journey with you," you mumble causing the Enforcer to giggle. "You love it~ Now lie down and cuddle me... after we take these shockers off."

Vi

(Exhibitionism)

You and Vi dated at a young age. Since you were working for Vander and her being his illegitimate children you two had lots of encounters and soon started to date. Every time you two had sex after she got out of Stillwater you two always tried a new kink. Normally she picked the kink but today you picked it.

When you told her your resolution she blushed immediately. Since you said it as you two were in an alleyway near a crowded road while you two were leaving the last drop. Before she could protest you kissed her deeply, hands on her waist. As your tongues swirled together your hand moved down toward the wet spot in her pants. Her back was to the wall as you two kept kissing and your hand slid in her pants. "Y-Y/N..." she groaned. "Shhh~," you shushed her as you dropped to your knees. You tugged at the hem of her pants as she nervously looked around. "H-Hurry up..." she said covering her face with her arm. "Aww~ is Pinky blushing~" you tease but before she could protest in one fell swoop you pulled down her pants and panties, and your lips locked around her folds. She let out a high-pitched moan as you tease her clit with your tongue. She desperately rocked her hips into your mouth trying to get as much of your tongue as humanly possible. Her legs shook and her eyes rolled back as she came hard. Covering your mouth in her salty clear liquid. Smirking and chuckling you slowly stood up, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, looked at her through your eyebrows, and pinned her chest to the wall. She looked back at you, her half-lidded eyes filled with lust, you swear you could see the hearts forming in her beautiful gray-blue eyes. You slowly leaned in, your breath on her neck as you pressed your lips to her throat. Her eyes closed and her throat vibrated as moans escaped her lips. She desperately rubbed her ass against your growing bulge, her arms reaching back desperately trying to get your pants off, seemingly forgetting the two of you were in public. All she could think about was your cock filling her womb with your load. "Y/N... please... I need you... please Daddy..." she begs as her rubbing increasingly becoming desperate. Chuckling lowly you smack her ass. She groaned at the stinging sensation but that groan turned into a moan as you shove your cock in her ass. You begin to ruthlessly pound her pussy she moans louder and grabs the hand that was on her shoulder. As you kept thrusting you kiss and bite her neck leaving multiple hickeys in their wake. She moans loudly as she looks back at you, her eyes fills with love and lust. You kiss her roughly, her hands gripping your hair desperately. Once the kiss broke she moaned out, "Fuck! Keep... keep... shit... going..." she pants out. She cups your cheek while looking back at you. "I'm... I'm close..." she panted as you kiss her once more. "Not yet, Doll," you tell her causing her expression to become desperate. "Baby... please..." she winces when her ass was smacked once again. "Hush," you tell her as you start to pound her rougher. She moans louder and her legs tense as she tries to keep herself from climaxing. Soon you felt your own climax approaching. "On three okay?" Vi immediately nodded. "One..." she started pushing back against your thrusts. "Two..." She moans louder and her walls tighten. "....Three..." she moans loudly as your seed filled her womb. Panting you pulled out, a mix of your sperm and her juices dripped down her legs. She pants as you kiss her again. Once the kiss broke she grinned and said in a hoarse voice, "Best. New Years. Ever."

Jinx

(Not letting her bite or scratch)

When it comes to getting down and dirty with Jinx she doesn't hesitate to bite, scratch, or scream. Since she grows out her nails and has sharp canines it's common for her to break your skin leaving multiple bite marks, scratch marks, etc. This means aftercare usually consisted of disinfecting the scratches and bites. So one day... you had a thought what if you took it away? I mean it would be a nice experience to see.

At the New Year's Party at the Last Drop, You didn't tell her about your little experiment Jinx but instead told her your other resolution. After the party, when you two were walking to Jinx's workshop that Slico and Vander made for her you couldn't help but look at her ass. Her hips swayed as she walked, her long blue braids following the motion of her hips. The longer you stared the more your lust grew. Especially in your pants. The moment you two reach the workshop you immediately grab her waist, spun her around, and locked lips. It caught her by surprise but reciprocates matching your lust and passion. You pick her up by her thighs and walk toward your shared bed. You tossed her on the bed and began to undress with Jinx hurriedly following your lead. The moment her pants, panties, and shirt were off you flipped her on her back and grabbed tape. She blinked a few times confused as you taped her wrists together. "H-Hey... what 'cha d-doing...?" Jinx asks as you finish taping her wrists. "Well, my sweet blue-haired arsonist of a girlfriend. I only told you one of my resolutions," you state as you grab a handful of her bubble butt causing her to bite her lip to stifle a moan. "My second resolution is to fuck you senseless like I do every other day or so. But~" You leaned down and bit her neck. "You can't bite or scratch." Jinx's face flushes as she stammeres. "H-Hey that's not fair..." She says smiling awkwardly. "Fair? Who said anything about fair, love?" You ask as she blinks confused and curious. Before she could continue she felt your length press against her folds. "You tease..." She grumbles. Chuckling you began to slowly push into her. "Fuck!" She exclaimed. She tries to reach for your wrists like she would usually do but, you kept your hands just out of her reach. She looks back at you, her eyes filled with both lust and slight anger. "You asshole..." She grumbled as you began to thrust into her. "Aww~ is Blue upset cause she can't claw me today?" You tease as you flip her on her back, her legs on your shoulders. She wrapped her legs around your neck pulling you down. You chuckle as you continue to thrust. Jinx tries to stay mad and try to show anger about the situation. "C'mon baby~" You tease as soft moans tumbled out of her lips. Your eyes lock on her perky A-cup breasts. Smirking you lean down and lock your lips around her nipple. She finally screams out in pleasure as her legs tighten around your neck. "Fuck! Yes! Keep... keep going!" She yells out as she rocks her hips faster trying to get as much pleasure from you as possible. She moans loudly as you hit her G-spot, her hands desperately reaching for you. "Right... right there... fuck...! Fuck me! Fuck me Y/N!" She exclaims as she feels her climax approach, "I'm... I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" She yells as she pushes her modest ass against your pelvis her juices coating your cock as you fill her womb to the brim. You pant slightly as you untie her and pull out your now flaccid cock. Jinx panted softly as she sat up looking at you through her half-lidded eyes, her lips met your neck as she began to bite and nibble leaving hickeys. "You owe me."

[preg-fandoms]

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Shigaraki/Dabi

Word count: 1.4k

Content warnings: graphic birth scenes, intense emotions, heavy swearing.

Authors note: fell back into MHA and decided to write this up! Fic below the cut!

41 weeks and 3 days of hell- pure hell for Tomura Shigaraki and his frail body. The pregnancy was a surprise, always having mixed feelings on it, knowing one day the child would be an orphan. Yet he found himself not wanting to get rid of the child. Sure he could barely care for himself, but this child could very well carry on his legacy.

That particular thought was buried deep away in his mind, at the moment his only thought was getting the baby out.

He had started labor almost exactly two days earlier, only small twinges of pain here and there, but much later into the day, they began to pick up and it was clear he was in active labor.

In the midst of trying to walk through the pain (and help lower the baby down further into his aching birth canal), his waters had broken.

That was the start of what he considered ‘real’ labor, each contraction knocked the breath out of him it stemmed like.

So here he was, sitting on a few towels, in front of a mirror which exposed his swollen aching cunt. He had his sweaty back resting against Dabi. It was useless to wear the clothing items right now, everything in his body felt like it was on goddamn fire.

Another weak groan reached his lips as his back began to arch through another contraction.

“It hurts!” He huffed out, reaching to hold the bottom of his rock hard stomach, eyes screwed shut.

“Get them out-“ he grunted, legs splayed to his sides in a meager attempt to stop all the pressure.

“Swear to Christ, they’ll just fall right out of me..” Shigaraki groaned, feeling the contraction peak and squeezed tightly at his swollen middle.

“Sure.. whatever you say crusty..” Dabi muttered from where he was sitting behind the other.

While he wasn’t exactly fond of the villain, nor the thought of having a child- he wasn’t going to be a damn bastard like his father and leave Tomura alone during such a sensitive time.

His scarred palms resting on the others hips, warming up his hands just enough to try to ease the pressure off the laboring male.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Shigaraki snapped, trying to crane his neck to glare daggers into Dabi.

The burnt male couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle, pressing his hands firmer into the thin hips of his leader.

“Dunno Shigs.. never had a kid-“ he shrugged. Which was true, while he had siblings- he had never been there when they were born, and Shigaraki refused to let anyone fetch a doctor to come to the hide out or to head to Jaku Hospital himself.

The leader insisted he could do this just fine.

“Oh shut up-“ The pale haired male hissed low as the contraction finally let up for the time being. Sinking back into Dabi as he struggled to catch his breath.

Dabi gave a slight eye roll, not at all phased by the others remarks. This was normal, even while Shigaraki was in pain.

Moving one hand, Dabi grabbed the water bottle from the small nightstand, pressing it up to Shigaraki’s lips.

“C’mon crusty, ya gotta stay hydrated-“ Dabi prompted.

While the other would usually kick up a fuss about being cared for, at the moment he had no real energy to do so.

Instead he gratefully took the water, trying to drink slowly. Not wanting to get sick again.

Pushing the bottle away, Shigaraki was about to mutter a half assed thanks until another contraction seized him, causing him to grunt.

Leaning forward, he was trembling against the amount of pain.

Dabi immediately noticed the shift in the leader, unusually quiet.

“I have to push-“ Shigaraki blurted out, the urge overwhelming. He could feel how low the baby was sitting, putting so much pressure on his damn pelvis it felt like it’d just snap in two.

“Wait wait-“ Dabi grunted, quickly pulling his hands back as Shigaraki shifted to rest on his knees. Gloved hands touching the floor, thankfully not making them decay with his special gloves.

“Gotta check.. don’t want ya pushing too early-“ Dabi reminded, while he pretty much felt useless right now, he was remembering little bits and pieces he lazily read through some weird pregnancy book Himiko had stolen and gave to the expecting couple as a gift.

“Well hurry up!” Shigaraki snapped through gritted teeth as Dabi bit back an equally sharp reply. The tension in the air was thick.

Pulling in a breath, he snaked a hand between the others legs, nudging them apart to gain access to his already slick cunt.

Giving out a hiss of discomfort as he felt Dabi’s long fingers press up into his wet folds.

“Oh shit-!” Dabi couldn’t hold back the yelp, quickly pulling his hand away. As soon as he was trying to check the others' progression, he could feel the head try to push up against his fingers. Apparently this baby was just as impatient as Shigaraki it seemed.

“Alright, your… uhh fully dilated or whatever, already felt the baby’s head-“ Dabi explained, gingerly wiping his fingers on the old towel that Shigaraki knelt on.

Grunting out a noise, Shigaraki shifted his weight slightly, chin tucked to his chest as he began to bare down.

He hadn’t stopped until the contraction ended, leaving him whimpering and struggling to catch air.

“Remember to breathe, don’t want ya passing out-“ Dabi muttered, for once worry laced his voice. A hand found the small of Shigaraki’s back as he heated his hand up just enough to get the tense muscles to briefly relax.

“Uh huh..” Shigaraki muttered, no real bite to his words.

As another contraction began to peak, he gave another push, pulling himself into a squat, now holding onto Dabi’s shoulders for dear life.

“Easy easy-“ Dabi muttered, one hand resting on the other's hip.

“Something’s happening!” Shigaraki hissed, feeling a slight stinging sensation between his legs.

Gulping, Dabi forced himself to look down. Eyes widening, the tiniest patch of white hair between Shigaraki’s lips.

“Oh holy shit..” Dabi breathed out, suddenly feeling dizzy as he watched the patch get bigger as Shigaraki held down on his push.

A trembling hand reaching to begin cradling the slowly emerging head.

“Your doing it shigs… the.. the head— it’s almost out-!” Dabi couldn’t really explain the emotion he was feeling. He wasn’t even that excited over this kid in the first place, but he guessed it felt more real now that Shig was delivering.

“It burns!” Shigaraki couldn’t help but yell as the head reached a full crown, small features present. Ears, nose, eyes, mouth, all covered in gross bodily fluid. But Dabi’s focus remained on the downy white hair that clung to the baby’s scalp, also splattered with blood.

“Breath it out Shigs..” He muttered, looking up at Shigaraki. Both hands are now cradling the baby.

Shigaraki groaned, his head resting on Dabi’s shoulder as he sucked in quick breathe.

Yelling out a strangled cry as the head popped free, Dabi let out a string of surprised curses.

“Impatient like you-“ Dabi couldn’t help but sneer as Shigaraki glared.

Though it had lifted the mood a bit.

“Just a few more..” Dabi muttered under his breath, trying to brace himself as he watched the baby begin to turn.

Still having a vice grip on Dabi’s shoulders, nails digging into the fabric, Shigaraki gave a final push- letting out a loud curse as the body shot free with a gush of fluid.

The baby fell into Dabi’s arms as he grunted and sat back on his hunches, watching her squirm and cough before she let out a loud wail.

“Oh fuck!” Shigaraki gaapes, eyes wide as he sat back. Exhaustion washing over him like a heavy blanket.

“Hey..” Dabi’s voice was wavering, if he could cry- he would’ve in that moment.

“Hey.. I got you-“ Dabi’s voice was a bit choked as he deposited the squalling baby into Shigaraki’s arms. Draping a towel over the two of them.

“Hana… Hanako..” Shigaraki muttered, cradling the baby up to his chest.

She had almost immediately settled down, grunting and squirming against Shigaraki.

“Yeah? That’s her name?” Dabi mused as he cleaned off his hands, settling down beside Shigaraki who leaned heavily against him.

“Yeah..” Shigaraki nodded, closing his eyes.

“Welcome to our crazy life Hanako..” Dabi muttered, letting the baby hold onto his finger as Shigaraki drifted off.

For a moment, he felt a bit of happiness, admiring his daughter.

[plan3tstarr]

5 Months In

A/N: hiii so like, its pride month and i decided to make myself write this smut bc yk happy pride. so since im a coin slot holder, i had to write w/another holder and so basically my mha phase is slowly reawakening since of all the recent stuff(yes ik abt fast food work deck its a tragedy) and what other then do the finest pro hero miruko!! so enjoy this smut!!(sorry for the lack of posting and spelling mistakes) im also trying a new style bc idk i js wanna

Summary: It was your 5 month anniversary with you girlfriend Miruko and you wanted the night to be special. So you made it special

Warnings: girl on girl, pussy eating, sex toys, scissoring, tribbing, vibrators

WC: 1,361

AO3 Link

It was your 5 month anniversary with Miruko and you wanted it to be special. You lit your guys bedroom with romantic scented candles, placed rose petals on the bed, and put on your best outfit just for your girlfriend, Miruko. She had to work on your guys special day. You played some romantic music in the background. You waited patiently until you heard that door unlock. You heard footsteps come closer to the room. Jumping up from on the bed, you stood in front of the door waiting for her to make her way.

"I'm home!" She said opening the bedroom door. "Oh? What's this?" She looked at you up and down with a sly smile on her face.

"I just wanted to look special for our special day." You said with a smile. 

She walked over to you. She pull your hair behind your ear and pulled you for a kiss. Which turned into french kissing real quick. 

"You look." She said. 

"Thank you." 

You slowly made your guys way to the bed. Breaking contact with your lips. She gently pushed you on the bed.

"I hate that I had to work today, I would've loved a nice day with you. Especially for our anniversary."

She went down to your legs where you were wearing a nice dress. Her warm hands were place on your knees where she spread your legs lightly.

"I'm really hungry too, love." She said before going down on you. She removed your underwear quickly and her wet tongue was place on your clit. She started sucking on it gently like a baby which caused you to let out a whimper. You could feel her tongue starting to move on you sensitive clit. Moving up and down, side to side, in circles and other different shapes. You lowered your arch as one of your hands grab onto the blanket while the other grabbed her hair. She spread your legs wider with her hands, exposing your wet pussy to the cool air. She went lower to your throbbing pussy waiting for her. Her tongue went deep inside of your pussy with the help of you pushing her closer. Her face was full of pussy. It seem like she could breathe but you didn't care. You wanted to cum. Her tongue swirled in of you like an ice cream machine. Her tongue deep inside your wet hole caused you to squeeze your thighs on her head.

"Mhmm~ Fuucckk." You moaned.

Her hands grabbed her onto your thighs as she went crazy. You felt like you were on cloud 9. It was heaven for you. You moaned loudly as you gripped tight onto her hair. You didn't know how to react. Your head leaned back with your back arched, gripping onto the sheets tighter while your body tingling all over. Her breathe heavy as you felt yourself close to coming. You squeezed your thighs tighter as you felt an orgasm starting to come over. You came hard on her mouth, moaning loudly not caring who can hear you. You felt Miruko's tongue coming out of you and her head raising for air.

"Damn baby, you came hard uh? Was waiting for it? Mhm? Barely gave me a chance to breathe for air." She said before coming in close for a kiss. She kissed you deeply, allowing you to taste every lick of yourself. You grip let go of the sheets as she laid you down on the bed.

"This would've been easier if you just stayed naked. No need to dress up if we were gonna do this." She said with a smile on her face.

She started to remove her hero outfit while you took your dress off. Now that we free of your guys clothes, you finally admire her pretty birthday suit. Truly one of a kind you would say. The way her body is shaped and her body ratio is crazy. Off the charts. Her ass and tiddies sit beautifully. With her muscles and abs, she was truly a woman's dream and you did like them strong. Just looking at her make you wet again.

She grabbed your left leg and put it behind her as she got on top of you. Her vagina made contact with yours ad she slowly glided on you. You looked deeply in her eyes as her pace started to incase. She looked like a goddess in your eyes. She grabbed onto your right leg and started grinding her wet pussy against yours. It felt great. The wetness combined with one another creating a wet sensation on both of your guy's clits as the rub against one another. You let out a soft moan. You crawled your hand up to one of her boobs and squeeze gently.

"So touchy love." She said tighten her grip on your knee. "I wanna grab a boob too, love"

Her hand went straight for your breast as she squeeze hard. Her fingers pinching at nipple as you squeal in pleasure. You made deep eye contact with her as you felt your body warming up with pleasure. You tilt your head breaking the contact, as you let out another moan. Her pace increased causing a nice friction between both clits as they rub against one another.

"You feel really good baby y'know that?" She moaned.

You loved seeing your girlfriend in action. She looked too good on top. You just want to explode with happiness each time you looked at her. You felt another orgasm coming as she pinched on your nipple harder. You let out a loud moan as you felt another orgasm coming. You squeezed harder on her breast as you felt that orgasm coming faster.

"I-I'm gonna cum~" You moaned loudly as you came hard following with Miruko's moans as well.

"Fuck love, it's something about anniversary sex that's so great."

She leaned in for a kiss as her swirled her tongue deep in your throat.

"I brought a toy and I wanna try it out on you." She said with saliva leaving her lips.

She got up and left a quick second with a box in her hand. You admit, you were a little nervous to see what it was. It was a pink vibrator box.

"I saw this and wondered how you would react to this. I thought you would love this to be real with ya. Lets test that theory."

She opened the box and out came the toy. She turned it on and it started buzzing like a bee.

"Let's take it nice and slow with the lowest setting."

She placed the buzzing vibrator on your sensitive clit. Moaning loudly, you grip onto the sheets for dear life. You couldn't take no more any more. Well at least your body couldn't any-more. You squeezed your legs tightly as she come in contact between the action.

"Worn out all ready baby? That's too bad princess, I wanted more fun with you."

Bad enough at her voice already does something to you, she decided to crank the settings up.

"I wanna go out with a bang."

She got back on top of you with the vibrator making contact with her clit as well. A moan left both mouths as you make eye contact once again. She grabbed bother of your boobs this time and squeezed on them hard. She started grinding on the toy as you struggled to take it. You didn't expect to tap out so soon but it was something bout seeing your girlfriend on top of you. You grabbed on her boobs and squeezed the living fuck out of them.

"Damn baby, it's that's good?" She hummed breathing heavily.

You hummed in response as you got ready for another orgasm to wash over you and you look at your girlfriend. Damn you were lucky. You moaned loudly as you came hard on the toy that was teasing you ever so good. She moaned and came right after you, loosening her grip on you. You both breathed heavily as you looked each other in eye.

"Happy 5 months baby." She said before leaning in for a deep kiss.

[doumadono]

I just wanna know why so many adult mha smut creators say they age up minors as if it justifies their attraction to them. Would you say it's okay to age up Eri too?

Ah, aging-up fictional characters, my favorite controversial topic! ♥ You know, I was low-key anticipating an anon to drop this kind of question, sooner nor later (what a pity you didn't have balls to come off-anon tho!). I've had my fair share of childish anons before, and trust me, those went straight into the digital dumpster. But hey, this time, I've decided to lay it all out on the table, crystal clear 🙅‍

You know, I've done it all – murder, rape, summoned demons, even glorified Satan and had several children killed in my stories. But guess what? Not a single pair of handcuffs in sight! 😎 And don't get me started on the horror section at any bookstore - it's like a buffet of dreadful deeds.

Let's be real, the purity police can take a hike. There's something oddly fishy about the fact that fanfic, mostly crafted by awesome writers, gets the brunt of the criticism or some ridiculous accusations, especially the smutty bits, while the gruesome stuff gets a free pass 🤷

Look, folks, it's all about context. Fiction is a realm where creativity knows no bounds, right? So, if I want to age-up a character for a mature storyline, I'll go for it 🤷 Look, it's all a part of the creative process. Fiction is like a playground where we can swing from the monkey bars of imagination, right? Aging-up fictional characters is a common practice in creative communities, and it's important to remember that these characters exist solely within the realm of fiction - they are not real, so it doesn't hurt them in any single way. It allows creators to explore different scenarios and relationships without crossing any ethical boundaries :) Also! Aging-up characters isn't some sneaky scheme to write "inappropriate" content about youngsters. It's about taking characters you adore or find fascinating and giving them a new lease on life. It's like those college AU fanfics for characters in their late 30s or kidfic for full-grown adults. It's all about exploring different phases of their lives. So, whether it's smutty or not, the essence remains the same 😎 You see, the whole "aging-up" thing in fanfic/fanart is just common sense. We're not into the whole "let's sexualize kids" scene, so we gracefully turn our characters into adults. It's all about creating content featuring responsible, grown-up folks. And let's get real, if reading about something meant you were all in on it, then every mystery novel reader out there would have to be either an undercover detective nor a murderer 😎 So let's dial down the judgment and just enjoy our creative freedom, shall we?

But you know, trying to equate aging-up with things like grooming/pedophilia is like saying eating a banana is the same as piloting a spaceship because they're both hands-on activities. Let's keep our perspective here, folks, and not get too carried away with the terminology 😂

If you don’t want to read those stories (containing aged-up characters/dark content/smut with aged-up characters) - then don’t read them - problem solved!

Oh, how times have changed, my friend! Back in the day, I used to let all those comments and anonymous hate bring me down. But guess what? I've evolved, and I've got news for the critics: I write what I want to write, and nobody's gonna tell me otherwise. I've got this little thing called free will, and I'm not about to hand it over to anyone who thinks they can dictate what I should or shouldn't put on paper. If that means ruffling a few feathers, so be it. I've shed my tear-soaked days and embraced the fact that I couldn't care less about those sensitive souls who can't handle a bit of fiction. So, to all you "snowflakes" out there, if you're trying to stifle my creativity, good luck, because I'm just going to crank up the heat and write even smuttier storylines with aged-up characters! Thanks for the encouragement, dear Nonnie – you've only fueled my fire! 🔥😎 I might even consider writing some very dark-themed fic with aged-up Eri, why not! 😈

Oh, hey Anon! Quick question for you. Have you ever picked up a Stephen King book? You know, the master of horror and suspense? Well, if you have, you might've noticed that he doesn't shy away from some pretty explicit content, and not just with adults. Sometimes he writes about kids too, and they're sometimes off legal age as well! Surprise, surprise. You can stroll into a bookstore, grab a book off the shelf, and guess what? There's a good chance that some of those books contain content that would make a sailor blush! Yet, the world isn't collapsing because of it. The point is, even in mainstream literature, you'll find situations that might make you raise an eyebrow. So, let's not throw stones at age-up fiction creators when the literary giants sometimes walk on the same edge, right? 😏

In the conclusion, if you've got a problem with aging-up fictional characters, dear Nonnie, you might want to take a chill pill and remember that it's all just a bit of fun in the end ♥ Well, you know what would truly make my day? If you took the liberty to hit that "block" button with glee and gracefully vanished from my interactions. And if, by some chance, you decide to stick around, don't hold your breath for a response. I'll be too busy conjuring up some fiery, smutty tales featuring Bakugo or Shoto or any other character I like to bother with your, shall we say, less-than-enlightening queries. But hey, chin up, pal – here's a little nugget of wisdom from your "older and wiser" friend: go get a life. It's an absolute game-changer 😜 I'm tagging some content creators who write dark fics or use aged-up characters and might face similar anons/anon hate: @mrskokushibo @ectologia @kyojurismo @bakubunny

[moldy-flowers]

ITS BUBBA!! I DIDNT WANT TO SEND A MESSAGS BUT!!! Heh…do u have more OC refs?? Id love to draw them again (if that’s okay) if not do you have a character/s i could draw for ya?!? Or really js anything!

p.s. here are some vale drawings that’re too unfinished. Thank you for ur support and interest in her!! I hope im able to return the favour one day! <333

BUBBA BUBBA HI HI HI HI HI HI HIIIII!!!!!!!!!

Sorry for the late response but u have no idea what a bitch it was to find and pull all of this crap together!!

I don't actually too often draw my Ocs, I actually write about them more and sneak them into fanfics that'll never see the light of day. But I have a few diagrams I made so I could picture them in my head when writing them! They're normally not rlly completed (that's why the drawings of Chinatsu and Kikuko were so lackluster,,, and there was no way I was gonna show Yuko that girl looked like she was mauled by a raccoon) and all my Ocs revolve in some way around Sasuke bc the brainrot is strong with this one.

My main Ocs are all meant to be mentors to Sasuke. I made them all canon compliant, so they all die in the og story but in the plot of the main fic I'm plotting like only the elders and police force were murdered (everyone say thank you Sakura!) So Sasuke still has the opportunity to learn about his clan and their techniques. This is also a thinly veiled excuse to create lore for the Uchiha (for Sasuke)

Once again excuse the lackluster art I swear im better than this!!

This is Kotone!! (IK IT SAYS NATSU IN THE LEFT ONE BUT ILL GET BACK TO THAT IN A MOMENTTT) She's my victim I use to practice pixel art! She's seen the absolute worst sides of me (My Danagonranpa and Mha phase...) omg her design has changed SO MUCH over the years its not even funny. Her name used to be Asuna, then it was Suna, then it was Yuri and then we arive to now. It may as well just be four different characters cause the designs aren't remotely related but eh.

Shes the receptionist at the Uchiha police force and she got her skull absolutely crashed in!!! Horrible concussion- actually ruined her. She cannot handle more than two people talking or she'll disassociate, which was actually an issue she had before but the trauma of watching her friends die and then getting trapped under rubble for 6 days straight with no food,,, uh it fucked with her a little ill be real w/ u.

Despite being a bit ditsy now shes actually very intelligent. She teaches Sasuke how to Integrate Genjutsu training into everyday life (the little Genjutsu creatures she made are what kept her entertained and remotely sane under the rubble) she always casts these little spirals around her, it annoys most people in the clan but Sasuke thinks its fun (and Kotone loves him for it) they also help her manipulate people since they're very very vaguely hypnotic.

She also plays the Flute. But she's not the one who teaches Sasuke about that!!!!

ABOUT THE NATSU THING!!!

THATS ACTUALLY TECHNICALLY HER PREVIOUS INCARNATION, AND MADARAS OLDER SISTER (OK ik that in canon Madara and Izuna only have brothers but leaves me alone i don't care!!! I swear this is like the only thing I changed from canon.)

SO THE REASON THE OUTFITS LOOK DIFFERENT IN THE TWO ARTS IS BC. THEYRE TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE. Anyways Natsu died saving Izuna from getting kidnapped. Thats how he got his sharingan 👍 (I SWEAR ILL TALK ABOUT THE REINCARNATION IN A MOMENTTT)

Here are her old designs and oh my god this was so annoying to find and it turned out to just be embarrassing so jsbsns here it is 😔

The ginger one was her first version, Asuna. And the one with buns is Suna, she came with me thru my danagonranpa phase. Which tbh wasn't actually a phase i just moved her over to danagonranpa to be friends with my friends oc. Shes was the ultimate florist. Her eyes are actually green but she thought green was an ugly colour and injected her eyes with ink. And somehow. She's not blind?

Also!!! Kotones eyes are still green. Her father is only half Uchiha and she got her green eyes from her grandmother. But she's embarrassed about it so she hides it behind her hair.

Heres her with her accessories, and hair I guess, off.

AND THEN THERES RIHITO!!! She's a much more recent Oc!

(Blegh you can tell how much I rushed both of theseee)

Shes the head priest, her main place of worship is Susano's shrine, but she also actively prays at Tsukoyomi's and The nine-tails shrine (just to make sure when he inevitably breaks out of the 5-year-old he'll have just a little mercy on them!)

Alsoo it says she communes with the dead in her chart there, not dead humans, dead Uchiha (thanks to her) are reincarnated into different body's, so she wouldnt really be able to meet them. And if she did then she'd perform a ritual on the spirit to allow it to pass on to a new body. She just likes to hang with the dead rats and birds sometimes.

She teaches Sasuke about the clans culture and God's, she also gets him interested in blacksmithing and poisons. Exclusively because her knife is very pretty and also very dangerous.

THAT REMINDS ME!!! Not pictured but the shirt-dress she's wearing has built in gloves. Not a germaphobe but in her line of work touching anything with her skin is usually very very disrespectful or very very unsafe.

Shes also got dogteeth and plays the harp expertly. These facts don't affect the story whatsoever.

Theres a third character, Isuzu, she teaches Sasuke how to play the Ocarina. But uhh... she hasnt got a design yet. She has black hair. Uh. She mainly plays the flute. She doesn't have legs. Or well, she has one thigh. Sne lost one and a half legs in the massacre. It was her fault, really. She was trying to protect her sickly and dying father from being murdered. Pftt what a loser! I know she has that typical high collar Uchiha shirt. But uh I don't know about the rest of her outfit. But I think it would be cool if she had earrings that were vials with poison in them.

Yeah, I dont know much about her yet. I haven't gotten to writing that part of the story yet... if anyone wants to help with her design I welcome you.

AND NOW WE MOVE ONTO KIKUKO!!!! Our perfect little lady. She's a nurse and is decently main to the plot,,,

This was just a very speedy drawing I did cos I wanted to redesign her outfit.

Anyway she teaches Sasuke that actually healing people is very cool and actually epic. Which Sakura backs up, but based on past experiences Sakura is not. Trustworthy. So he needs family to confirm what she says.

There's not actually too much to Kikuko bc her whole character isn't centered around her clans culture, and she actually fights against Fugaku in favour of Konoha (She only does that bc she's co-dependant w her gf and doesnt want to leave her but shhhh)

Uh she's actually pretty far removed from her clans culture (Thanks a lot for that Chinatsu,,,) but she's still very religious. Her main God she prays to is Amaterasu.

(NOT RELATED BUT MIKOTO PRAYS TO SUSANO AND FUGAKU TO TSUKOYOMI)

Im sure there are more details I'm missing but I'm not about to read through the whole plot of Take 2 just to find some more Uchiha lore I've already accidentally taken a nap while writing this. But JANSJSJAKAN I hope this is what you were looking for!!!!! I was originally a bit anxious about dropping these guys out to the public but it was actually such a joy to share them ty ajsnsjakka

[blondeaxolotl]

So I looked into the notes of the axolotl with the blonde axe

Anyway

What's the lore origin behind your user name?

SIGH, okay this isn't as interesting as it might be but get ready for a mini ramble

So my original username is axolotlblondie, I go by both axolotlblondie AND blondeaxolotl, but the first one is just what my majority of my other social medias are called. Blondeaxolotl was born when I created this tumblr account, I have a tumblr account under axolotlblondie but back then it was shadowbanned so it caused me to create this acc as a result of it and I just decided to stay on this one even after the shadowban was removed because I already had a growing following and didn't want to leave it (plus the axolotlblondie account had a danganronpa following, when I made blondeaxolot I was already into Black Butler while my DR rot was dying so I just, left the first blog like an archive for my old art)

That's basically the origin for my user blondeaxolotl. But for axolotlblondie, I created it when I was- I believe around 13-15 I think? I don't know exactly but around that age was when I was into My Hero Academia, I was already posting art online but that was before axolotlblondie and I do not remember ANY other usernames I had before it. But anyway, what caused me to create the name was I had an MHA oc who was an axolotl, they were blonde. And since I was fixating on that oc back then I decided to use them as my "brand" for my insta account cuz I was planning on posting them alot, but unfortunately when I made that insta account my cousin introduced me to danganronpa and ever since then I only posted that oc ONCE on that account before it completely went overflood with DR art and my mha phase was already just gone lmaooo

But yeah that's the origin of both of my users, they're both just a reference to an old oc of mine I had when I was young. But hey little Mono cooked cause I'm here turning 20 this year still rocking the username with pride harhahrahrharh. And if you're curious, this is the said OC my usernames are based off on:

I underestimated how hard finding old art of this little guy would be, this is unfortunately the best I could find of them since I'm pretty sure all art I had of them were on old accounts which are most likely deleted now💔

But also after finding these drawings, I came to a horrifying realisation. Little Mono was fixated on this little sea creature based guy, and her art style/account as a whole was pink to go with it. But now here I am, 19 years old, with my pink blog (TWO PINK BLOGS ACTUALLY), hyperfixating on sea creature based characters and having ocs who are also sea creatures (AND ARE ALSO FUCKING PINK.)...

Head in my hands, I over here thought having to explain that my accounts username(s) is based off on an old mha oc was silly enough, but no instead I only got hit with the whiplash that I've been fixating on the color pink and sea creature based characters/ocs for years now WITHOUT KNOWING AND I DIDN'T REALISE IT UNTIL NOW OH MY GODD Anyways yeah that's basically it, I don't know what I'll do with the oc since I haven't touched them since I was at least 15 I think.. But yeah that's the said blonde axolotl themselves, I might re-vamp them one day if people like them but I'll think about it. Hope you enjoyed the mini Mono lore dump

[theangelsheardyou]

Purpose! AU

Tags: major character death, depressed chuuya, hints of soukoku, hinted dissociative amnesia, decay of angels chuuya, fyodor pretty much wants chuuya to join him lol he's so whipped

I'm planning on drawing for this au too, but the quality of the pictures will be bad if I post them thru my phone. So here's my art account, posted straight from my drawing tablet, it's mostly mha art so far but I'm going to add hints of bsd in there too.

Art acc: @god-shit-girl-art

"Everything you have, and everything you've lost, I'll give it a purpose. Your past, your present, and your future, give it to me. And I will give you purpose."

Chuuya laid achingly amidst the softness around him. Linen sheets and silk pillowcases danced around him on his bed, and yet, he paid them no mind.

A heart can only take so much. But in his case, it seemed as if it had nothing left, nothing to give, nothing to own, nothing to fight for.

It had been 2 months since Dazai mysteriously died. He feels guilty for the fact that he cannot even remember how it happened. The death of his....someone....and his mind couldn't even grant him the decency to remember.

It was like that in cases of trauma. Just like the heart, the mind can only take so much before it breaks. Shattering like a mirror, some pieces will inevitably break apart, never to be seen again.

All he knows is that before he died, however he died, Dazai had used his Ability on Chuuya. And now that he was gone, so was his Ability. Chuuya no longer has the power of gravity manipulation, but for some odd reason, he wasn't mourning over it.

Whether Dazai had left him a note, a phrase, a word, or anything at all, he didn't know. It was all a part of the shattered mirror that was his mind. He couldn't even remember how he died, or if he even left him anything. Part of him wished, prayed, begged for this to all be some sort of scheme, one of Dazai's old tricks. He wasn't dead, no, this is just part of his plan. Somehow, some way he and the ADA will fix this mess, and they'll be together again. Someday, any day now.

....right?

The creak of a large wooden door could be heard from across the room, reminding Chuuya of where he was. He didn't bother getting up, or even looking in its direction. He laid there like a lifeless dog, after losing its owner.

"Nakahara Chuuya," came a voice. Deep and laced with an accent. Chuuya knew who it was, and was half-hoping to hear the sound of an ADA member, telling him to get up and that Dazai needed him for the next phase of his plan.

When Chuuya didn't reply, footsteps answered instead. The sound of hard leather soles against the expensive polished wood, it rang in his ears. He never bothered to really listen to them before.

"I have to admit, it was hard to find you," said the man, tall and slender, his shadow doing justice to his sleek and mysterious nature.

"This penthouse of yours, seems far too big for just one person. However I do believe you'd been visited many a night, correct?"

Asshole.

Did he just call Chuuya a whore?

Perhaps it was the thinly veiled insult, or how Chuuya just realized that a powerful enemy whose strength outweighed his own was now in his bedroom, but the ginger found the strength to sit back up. However slowly and groggily, with his hair a red-orange mess that framed his face and a dress shirt unbuttoned across his chest. His blue eyes seemed more grey, now that Fyodor looks at it. Were they always this dull?

"What do you want you anemic son of a bitch," Chuuya said, it wasn't a question.

Fyodor didn't answer. Instead the two stared at each other, one with eyes posing no threat and one with eyes that couldn't pose any even if it wanted to. In his mind, the Russian compared the man's blue-grey eyes to that of an empty glass. Nothing to give, nothing but potential.

"Dazai's dead." Chuuya said finally. His voice was hoarse and he could taste his thick saliva. How long had it been since he brushed his teeth or combed his hair? Was he wearing the same clothes he did that day 2 months ago? Or was it that night?

"I am aware, yes." Fyodor said, his voice and demeanor unwavering. What did this asshole want?

Chuuya looked down, facing his hands that laid aimlessly on his knees, legs folded, blankets ruffled and forgotten. There were wounds on them. Why were there wounds on them?

"However, I am not here for him."

Chuuya looked back at the dark-haired man, noticing a change in his attire. His coat that had once terrorized countless innocents in its dark tone was now white, with dark feathers around the collar. He could barely see what was inside, though.

"You look unwell." He said.

"Yeah? Great, thanks." Chuuya retorted sarcastically. "That's what I was goin' for, actually."

Fyodor chuckled at his comment, voice deep and alluring.

"You know, Chuuya, a man is only as great as his biggest weakness."

"Fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Fyodor maintained his smile, and began walking to the side of the room slowly, leather shoes rhythmically playing the wooden floor like a piano. Slow and steady, each note just like the last. Like it was leading up to something.

"It's a story of power. Lose and obtain. Give and take. Something must be lost in order for another to be found."

Fyodor took one of the floor-length curtains in one of his pale, slender hands. His illuminating lilac eyes remained focused on the redhead.

"You lost one of your biggest crutches," He said. "And in turn, one of your biggest weaknesses. Ride a bicycle with training wheels, and you'll never truly learn to ride without them."

"Wait a second," Chuuya finally gained the strength to speak again. "Are you talking about Dazai?"

Fyodor nodded, as if he was happy to hear Chuuya was on the right track.

"The man was a necessary loss. The final stepping stone to your metamorphosis. Because of him, and everyone who you've lost before, you now have the choice to become something greater."

"And what's that?" Chuuya scowled. "Another one of your chess pieces? Another pawn to your sick little game? Dazai is dead, you've won. What more could you possibly want from me?"

"Ah, you take the king away," Fyodor said, "but the queen still has all the power."

With that, his hand flew to the side, opening the curtains wide enough to see the world below it, the world outside. Cars and streetlights, people out on the town, the moon shining just as bright as before, as if nothing had changed.

"Even without your Ability, I believe you still have the potential to create more," He said, staring up into the stars.

Chuuya emerged from the darkness of his canopy bed, the first time he stood on his own two feet in ages. He walked to Fyodor's side, entranced by the light of the moon.

"Ah, how fitting for it to be a third quarter tonight." Fyodor said.

"A what?"

"A third quarter. Only half the moon is visible tonight, the other is shadowed in the dark. And yet, it's still just as beautiful, no?"

Fyodor faced Chuuya, albeit having to look down a little bit to look him in the eye.

"Everything you have, and everything you've lost, I'll give it a purpose. Join me, give me your past, your present and your future, trust it with me and I will give you a new purpose."

Fyodor stretched his hand out to Chuuya.

"Together, the moon will shine even brighter than before."

"What do you say, Chuuya Nakahara?"

[cleoshifts]

My MHA Shift

This was a full shift I did back in March 2023.

Ahem, so. I was working the mid shift until around 4 am and my boss did something that really aggravated me (I can't remember now but it isn't important.) so I remember getting in my car really angry. I listened to a subliminal on youtube that sadly has now been privated, but I remember feeling really weird and tingly during it.

I messaged my friend who'd sent me that subliminal and asked her if that was a normal thing to experience and she wasn't sure so I just brushed it off and got ready for bed when I got home.

Around that time, I was practicing the Phase Method by Mike Raduga because I also am into Astral Projection. (I highly recommend watching his videos here.)

I wasn't specifically trying to shift or AP in general but I was practicing the method each time I woke up to get myself in the habit of it, but instead of picturing CR me separating from my body, I'd picture DR me looking into a mirror in my DR room instead.

So after I went to bed tingly, weird and angry, I woke up in the middle of the night and must've automatically did the phase method because the next thing I knew I was sitting in my DR best friend's living room on Christmas Day watching him open gifts with his two year old brother.

I was there for a bit before I realized I was no longer in my bed and I was very confused so I did my basic reality checks - counted fingers, touched my palm on the hand, and held my breath and tried to breathe. (Breathing through a blocked nose is always my fail safe reality check because in dreams no matter how realistic, I can always breathe through my nose.)

So I started getting really excited realizing I shifted, but then also kinda sat in awe at how normal everything felt. I had to have been 19 or 20 in this DR because we'd graduated from UA already and were pros.

I remember gaslighting myself the entire time at first not believing I'd finally shifted since this was the first time, and I didn't dare mention it to the bestie.

We ended up going into the dining room a bit late to eat Christmas Dinner and it was a really nice glazed ham and vegetables that DR me was obsessed with, which is funny because CR me hates ham/pork.

Later on I needed to use the woman's room and was amazed to note it felt the exact same as CR, if you know what I mean and I truly realized that this wasn't a lucid dream and it felt exactly like CR life here.

I didn't leave his house that day we just spent the holidays with his family and eventually I returned to my CR and it was noon the next day and I was shocked because my ass forgot to script a time ratio. (This was a parallel anyway since I am not 19 in my DR lol) But regardless it was amazing and I was so proud of myself for getting there even though it wasn't my actual DR.

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after finding some of your Hawks x OC stuff on Pinterest, i just had to find the artist. thanks to a quick search, i found your Tumblr page and followed immediately—only to find out we have the same birthday! My jaw dropped LMAO anyways, have a good day, birthday twin!

OMG BIRTHDAY TWIN LETS GO also ahhh that takes me back on my mha phase 😭💖

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Another ask from one of my friends! So glad to see you! \(❁´∀`❁)ﾉ𖤐´-

🦋 ⇢ Share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

Granted this one was a little confusing for me, I didn't know if it meant something that you've just been thinking of lately or to share your emotions? I'll do my best otherwise (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

I suppose it fits both categories, but I can't help but have the realization that MHA is ending constantly weighing in the back of my mind.

I grew up with this anime, and if I'm being honest the reason I'm so obsessed with it is due to the fact that it helped me through a very tough time in my childhood (it's silly I know, but it genuinely was something I needed to hear, it's constant themes of "Keep going!" and "Do your best!" and inspiration and courage were exactly what I needed despite how corny and stereotypical many find it)

So to see what has been my crutch for the last decade dwindling down and about to end really has my heart hurting ૮( ̳ т ̫ т ̳ )ა It feels like I'm grieving in a way, and even though it's just an anime, the impact it made on me during those tough times are the reason why I love it so

Ahh I knew it'd have to end eventually, but actually seeing it in real time is surreal ( ⌯᷄ ·̫ ⌯᷅ก ) At least I have the Vigilantes anime coming up to hold onto, but I suppose my biggest fear is the fanbase dispersing and not having much of an audience to write for or people to talk about it with (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

I'm sure it won't be as bad as I believe it to be, I'm in the denial phase right now but I'll get over it - until then Go Beyond! Plus Ultra!

*Had to get one in lol*

🦴 ⇢ Is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

I feel this question is immediately answered upon looking at my blog ( ⑉¯ ꇴ ¯⑉ )

My Hero Academia

Boku No Hero Academia

僕のヒーローアカデミア

Whichever you wish to call it, I personally consider it my beating heart ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

The very reason I got into anime was because of MHA, then I moved onto reading fics about MHA, then I made a Tumblr account purely to read more fics of MHA, and then finally I decided to start writing for MHA due to the creativity of so many people ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧

Before MHA I never considered myself a writer, I enjoyed writing a little bit every now and then in English classes, but that was it. After that pipeline I can't get enough anymore and strive to write whenever I have the time and energy ✍️(з_з)

Thank you for sending in an ask as well! I really enjoy these ʕ ◦`꒳´◦ʔ I hope you have a lovely day! ✧

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20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @allthatmay :)

1) how many works do you have on ao3?

Apparently I just hit 50! The first was posted back in 2013, so that's about 4 fics per year?

2) what's your total ao3 word count?

218,852

3) what are your top five fics by kudos?

Oh, they're almost all Attack on Titan fics that I don't think are as relevant any more. AoT was such a huge, engaged fandom!! The top by far is Benvenuto, my tuscan-countryside-romance AU. lmao

4) what fandoms do you write for?

Right now, just One Piece. Before this, I was into MHA, Dorohedoro, BOTW, Haikyuu!!... My Luca phase was fun. 😂

5) do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I try to reply to every comment, especially on recent fics! Sometimes I can take a while—my energy levels have been really inconsistent lately. Sometimes I just don't know what to say to certain comments... And I'll admit, a comment on an older fic/for a fandom I haven't thought of in years is nice to get, but I'm mostly interested in engaging in my current interest, I guess? But I still appreciate them quite a bit!! (I got a really lovely one on Benvenuto 10 years later, about how the commenter read it when they were young and closeted, and now they're married to the love of their life bc the fic gave them the courage to do that, so!! I loved that...) I write fic for myself, but I post it so I can make friends, tbh. Kudos don't really do that, so I live for comments, and love talking about our favorite blorbos or about writing as an art!

6) what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

laughingggg bc I don't really do angst, only hurt/comfort, so they all end happy.......... EXCEPT for a critical role fic I wrote called A Filthy Lie, with some dubcon smoke demon/mentally unwell Percy action

7) what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think the happiest are the multichapter ones, so Benvenuto, Pink Summer (an MHA summer camp AU), We Start Where I End ( :} ) Or, if we mean "happiest" ending... "In Which Benn Wins 30 Berries Off Yasopp" winds up with Ace in an enviable position. :)

8) do you get hate on fics?

No, I don't think I have. My art caught a couple (literally like, 3) strays when I drew Ace/Luffy, but I just blocked em.

9) do you write smut?

I do, and tbh I think it's one of the more difficult genres to do well. But maybe I'm just picky. 😂

10) do you write crossovers?

Not really!

11) have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't technically think so. Did have kind of a weird thing where an author posted a fic with a lot of odd similarities to one of mine, just a few days later, and for a rarepair that made the similarities kind of... obvious... but it had enough differences to show they were attempting their own thing. It's just like, it would've been nice if they made some sort of acknowledgement of where they got their inspiration, or at least commented on mine.

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I can remember...

13) have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No. It sounds sort of fun, but also like I'd need some practice with the RP world, for something like that to work.

14) what's your all time favorite ship?

It's hard to choose, I'm like others where my current ship is my favorite (Shanks/Ace!!!). 😂 I have a soft spot for my first D&D character and her partner, and for almost every other ship I've ever enjoyed.

15) what's the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'm slowly picking away at this CMBYN-inspired shanksace fic... work and politics and life have made sitting down and focusing a little difficult, lately!

16) what are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm getting better at smut. And then, I've been told I write fluff that even angst-fans/people who usually avoid fluff actually enjoy. So maybe that's based on good character work?

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

Ah, I think I've gotten weaker at a couple things as the years go by—like, less imaginative with plots and settings, I stay a little too simple with descriptions these days, maybe. Also, anything that requires complex research/planning is stuff I avoid—multichapter fics, fight scenes, medical accuracy, worldbuilding...

18) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

My main goal is to do whatever it takes not to break a reader's immersion, so these days I'd avoid that kind of dialogue (and maybe do like May said, just describe the idea being communicated). I think one-off things like endearments, titles, or exclamations can be okay when done sparingly?

19) first fandom you wrote for?

Oh god. Oh jesus. The earliest I can picture is some self-insert Fruits Basket story that lived and died in a notebook.

20) favourite fic you've ever written?

We Start Where I End has a few favorite scenes/lines of dialogue, but I actually think Pink Summer is my all time favorite. The character exploration was both fun and grounding, plus I drew a lot on my real life experience of being a camp counselor for it. I still feel really happy re-reading it.

Thanks again for the tag!! I'm not really sure if you'd be interested, but @niichanism, passing your way.

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Writing Updates 6/16/2024

Figured I'd give a little update on where things are sitting! JUJUTSU KAISEN REQUESTS

Working on some fic requests still! Have one of the sequel requests hopefully going up today once I get back home. Want to finish up three others for posting as well. I'm nearing 100 requests so...yeah. If you request something, it is in a slow boat to being written 83;;

MY HERO ACADAMIA REQUESTS Thank you to the people who sent a little something in! Got five right now and going to quickly write them and prepare them for posting to start putting toes in that water with a request fic compilation! That one is going to be titled "Into the Multiverse"

LONG FIC UPDATES Careful What you Joke about: hoping to finish the chapter today! Making good progress and working through some heavy action scenes.

Broken in Ways No One Sees: Next chapter also having great progress and should be done soon! It is progressing very well.

Malevolence of Love: Poking at it, just trying to get into the right headspace to start getting this massive chapter written out. It is acting as a major bridge of events and new characters getting involved. Lessons in Accidental Seduction: Sukuna has been unleashed to show that he is a master of ruining people's day to make himself happy and Yuuji had to witness this. It is gonna be fun! Mirrored Lives: Going to rush out a few chapters to start pushing this fic into its final arc. the chapters for this fic tend to be shorter? So easier to get the count up. The Yuuji Files: The next chapter has started to emerge in more detail, but need to go through and lay it out a bit more but soon to start writing! Historically Inaccurate: I'm using on it. Letting it cook. It will be ready when its ready but getting the ingredients together. Shhhh! INCOMING FICS ON THE HORIZON Law Meets Disorder: Still in its outlining phase, but working on here and there. No rush as I want to finish up a few of my other fics before throwing this one out there c: Final chapter count is still TBD Who's a Good Boy?: Had good reactions to the idea, so this fic is greenlit and being outlined. Final chapter count is still TBD Villain by Nurture, Hero by Nature: THE MHA LONG-FIC! The title is going to change.... I don't like it too much but struggling with a title that fits so for now, that's its codename. It is fully outllined with 17 chapters to its name and I'm very happy with the pacing and themes (and unexpected ship!) that the fic holds. Eijiro is the main character and explores the nature of villains, heroes, and anti-heroes in depth.

That Dragon Idea: It is still cooking. It needs more time to go think about itself :b