#My Hero Academia fanfics

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PAIRING: prohero!eijirokirishima x fem!reader WARNINGS: longing, no use of y/n GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: turning page by sleeping at last WORD COUNT: 2.3k

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you never thought you could feel this way about someone.

kirishima is all sunshine, laughter, and warmth. so blinding in his brightness that it almost feels wrong for someone like you to want him this much. but you can’t help it.

no matter how hard you try, no matter how many times you tell yourself to stop, to just let it go, your feelings for him only seem to grow, burrowing deeper into your chest until they feel like a permanent part of you.

you weren’t supposed to fall for him. it started so innocently, didn’t it? just colleagues, side by side in your early pro hero days, working toward a common goal of protecting the city. he was a fellow hero at your agency, someone you laughed with over late nights at work, someone who had your back during missions. 

somewhere along the line, he became more. the way he smiled at you when you wrapped up a tough rescue, the way he’d throw a casual arm around your shoulder to celebrate a job well done, it all added up, and before you knew it, you were falling. hard.

but kirishima? he doesn’t see you like that.

he’s kind to you, of course. god, he’s kind to everyone. always the first to offer a hand, always the one trying to lift people up, to make them feel stronger, better, worth something. it’s one of the many reasons why you’re so drawn to him.

the kind of person who would never hurt anyone on purpose.

which is why it cuts so deep when he doesn’t even notice that you’re suffering.

just because he’s looking at someone else. someone you’re not. 

every time you see them together, something inside you shatters a little more.

it started a few months ago. the way his gaze started to drift toward her at the agency’s weekly meetings, the way he’d talk about her just a little too often, a little too fondly. it wasn’t immediate, almost subtle at first. 

you told yourself you were imagining things, that you were being ridiculous, paranoid even, but then there were the small moments, the ones you couldn’t brush off so easily.

that day at the agency’s common room when kirishima was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. you were sitting across from him, trying to catch up on paperwork after a long patrol, but it was hard to focus with him right there. he was so close, and yet, so far away at the same time.

you told yourself, just say something. he’s your friend, right? you’ve worked together for years now. just strike up a conversation. laugh. joke. pretend like you’re not hopelessly in love with him.

but as you opened your mouth, she walked in.

and suddenly, you didn’t exist.

his entire face lit up when he saw her, his broad smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his body leaning forward like he was trying to close the distance between them even from across the room. she didn’t notice it, didn’t notice how he was practically glowing just by looking at her, but you did.

you saw everything.

you started avoiding him after that. you’d tell yourself you were busy, there was always work to be done. another mission. another villain to take down. you threw yourself into your job like you were running from something, and maybe you were. but every time you caught a glimpse of them together. kirishima laughing at something they said, the way he’d lean into them during conversations. 

it felt like the knife was being twisted in your chest and you weren’t sure how much more of it you could take.

but it wasn’t just that he liked her. it was the fact that you’d liked him for so long and said nothing. so now you had to watch what you wanted from the sidelines as his attention slowly drifted further and further from you.

the worst part was, kirishima didn’t even realise he was hurting you. of course, he didn’t. he wasn’t cruel like that. he’d never intentionally break someone’s heart. but ignorance doesn’t make it hurt any less, and god, it hurt.

you started keeping track of all the little moments where it felt like your world was falling apart and he had no idea. every time you’d walk into a room and see him with her, your heart would stutter, and you’d have to quickly duck out before you broke right there in front of him.

every time he talked to you about her, asking for advice, gushing about how great she was, you’d smile, nodding along like you weren’t dying inside.

"do you think she likes me?" he asks one day, his voice nervous and uncertain in a way that made your stomach twist with guilt.

what were you even supposed to say to that?

"of course, they do," you’d lie, feeling the words catch in your throat like shards of glass. "who wouldn’t?"

he grinned at that, all teeth and unbridled excitement, his eyes lighting up in a way that made you wish you could sink into the floor. "thanks, that’s good to hear. i dunno, sometimes i feel like i’m not good enough, you know? but if you think i’ve got a chance..."

you tried to laugh, but it came out more like a broken breath. he had no idea, none at all, you wanted to scream at him.

how can you not see it? how can you not see me?

but you didn’t. you just swallowed it all down, buried it beneath layers of false smiles and forced casualness, because that’s what you did. you loved him, and loving someone meant wanting what was best for them. even if that wasn’t you.

it dragged on like this for weeks, months. an endless cycle of heartbreak and forced nonchalance. every time you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, you’d remind yourself that kirishima deserved to be happy, and if she made him happy, then that’s what mattered.

but it was hard. so, so hard.

some days, you’d catch yourself staring at him when he wasn’t looking, memorizing the lines of his face, the way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way his laugh filled the room. you wanted to keep those moments locked away, selfish as it was, because they were the only pieces of him you could truly have.

you didn’t know how much longer you could keep this up. the weight of it all, the longing, the jealousy, the constant aching in your chest, was suffocating. it felt like you were drowning in it, but no one else could see the water rising around you.

and kirishima, in all his obliviousness, kept being... kirishima. warm. friendly. kind. the way he always had been. the way he always would be.

to everyone but you.

it was late, past midnight, and you couldn’t sleep. you’d been tossing and turning for hours, your mind a mess of tangled thoughts and worries, until finally, you gave up. you needed air. space. something to clear your head before you completely lost it.

the agency’s office was quiet, the city outside dark and still. the only light came from the faint glow of a lamp in the corner, casting long shadows on the walls. you didn’t expect anyone else to be there so late.

but there he was, sitting on the couch, head in his hands.

your heart lurched at the sight of him. he looked... upset. kirishima was always so upbeat, so positive, even after everything. seeing him like this, with his shoulders slumped and his usual energy drained, felt wrong.

"kiri?" you asked softly, stepping closer. "what’s going on?"

he looked up at you, his eyes tired and a little red, like he hadn’t been doing much sleeping either. he tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"hey," he said, his voice low and rough. "yeah, i’m fine. just... thinking."

you didn’t believe him, not for a second, but you didn’t push. instead, you sat down next to him, close enough to offer comfort but not so close that it felt like you were intruding.

"wanna talk about it?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

for a long moment, he didn’t say anything. he just stared down at his hands, his fingers fidgeting in his lap, and you waited, your heart thudding painfully in your chest. you weren’t sure if you could handle hearing him talk about her again, not tonight, but you’d listen. of course, you’d listen. because that’s what you always did.

"it’s stupid," he muttered, shaking his head. "i’m probably just overthinking it."

"hey," you said gently. "it’s not stupid if it’s bothering you. you can tell me."

he lets out a long breath, running a hand through his messy red hair, and then he turns to you. for the first time in a long while, you felt like he was really seeing you, like you weren’t just another face in the background of his life.

"i've been such an idiot, haven't i?" he said, his voice soft, a little laugh undercutting the heaviness. "i don’t know why it took me so long to realise it. you’ve always been there, and i– i don’t think i deserve it, not after everything."

but he smiled, one of those warm smiles that made your chest ache in the worst way. his hand tightened around yours, grounding you. 

it felt surreal, like your heart was playing tricks on you. "kiri..." you whispered, your voice barely audible, as if saying his name would make this moment shatter.

your heart was racing now, your mind struggling to catch up with your emotions. after all this time, after all the longing, the endless nights of wondering if he would ever see you, really see you, he was right here. saying this.

“i don’t want to lose you,” he said, his voice cracking just slightly. he shifted closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, his red eyes searching yours for something. hope, forgiveness, anything. "i’ve spent so much time chasing after what i thought i wanted, when... everything i needed was right here. i’ve been blind, and i’m sorry. i know i’ve hurt you."

you couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in your eyes. the weight of months. no, years of silent pining suddenly crushed you all at once. you tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat, tangled with emotion.

that’s when he gently cupped your face in his hand, his thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. his touch was soft, careful. so unlike the rough hero you knew, but so perfectly him.

"i don’t want to mess this up," kirishima said, his voice low and sincere. "i’ve been thinking a lot lately, and i know i’ve been looking in the wrong places. i thought it was someone else, but it’s you. it’s always been you."

your breath hitched, and suddenly the walls you've built around your heart, the ones you had so carefully constructed to keep yourself from breaking, began to crumble. you were so used to hiding your feelings, to locking them away where no one, not even kirishima, could find them. but now, sitting here with him, you felt exposed. vulnerable. but in the best way.

"why didn’t you say anything?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mixture of relief and disbelief. "i’ve been here... i’ve been right here, kiri."

"i know." his voice was soft, tinged with regret. "and i’ve been too scared to see it. to admit it to myself. i kept thinking you deserved better, that i wasn't good enough for you. but i can’t stand the thought of losing you, not like this. not when there’s still a chance."

you wanted to laugh at how absurd it all was, how you’d both spent so long in your own heads, thinking you weren’t good enough for each other. you wiped away another tear, feeling the tension start to drain from your body.

“so, what now?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

kirishima looked at you, his eyes filled with something you’d only ever dreamed of seeing there: longing. for you. "now? now we stop being so scared. i don’t want to keep avoiding this anymore. i don’t want to push you away when you’re everything i’ve been needing."

he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm on your skin. "i want this. us. if you’ll have me."

it felt like time like the universe had shifted into place after being off balance for so long. you smiled, really smiled this time and the knot in your chest finally began to loosen. "kiri," you said, your voice soft but steady, "i’ve wanted this for so long. i never stopped."

his grin widened, that signature, toothy smile you loved, and before you knew it, his arms were around you, pulling you into his warmth. it felt like coming home, like all the pain and longing had finally led to this moment, where everything made sense.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he murmured into your hair, his voice filled with quiet determination. “not without you.”

you closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the feeling of him holding you. his heartbeat steady and strong against your chest, his presence so real. you weren’t just someone on the sidelines anymore. you weren’t the friend watching from a distance.

you were the one he wanted. and this time, he wasn’t going to let you go.

finally, finally, you were where you belonged. right here. with him.

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[itjazzbicch]

MHA Masterlist

🥰 - means fluff

😠 - means angst

🍋 - means smut

😥- means sad/emotional

 Keigo Takami (Hawks) 

Born To Fly -🥰

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

My Number One -🥰

Katsuki Bakugo

School Dance -🥰

[bearfoottruck]

FANFIC UPDATE 5-3-2024:

I don't have much other than an update for Gonna Kiss You On the Boulevard (Fanfiction, AO3). However, speaking of My Hero Academia fics, I thought I'd mention all the ones I've written thus far.

MULTI-CHAPTER FICS:

My Hero Cannonball (Fanfiction, AO3): When the Japanese government threatens to pull funding for UA, Deku gets an idea during a foreign film festival at Todoroki's house: enter the Cannonball Run - America's craziest, most dangerous coast-to-coast road race - not only as a form of protest, but to win enough prize money to keep UA afloat. Rated T for automotive and superhero violence, some language and suggestive content. Takes place between Seasons 2 and 3.

My Special Affair (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki is an NYPD detective working for the Supernatural Crimes Unit as its only member. His job is to hunt vampires, werewolves, zombies and other supernatural nasties that threaten the Big Apple. One day, he gets a report of an especially aggressive vampire known only as the "Binge Drinker", but has no clue who it is. Then, one night, he is attacked by a vampire, only for a young woman to save his life. However, could there be more to her? Rated M for strong language, graphic violence and explicit sexual content. Also contains male-on-female violence. Fem!Izuku Fem!Deku

Todoroki and His Women (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki retires from Endeavor's agency to start his own. However, he gets an unexpected surprise when all of his applicants turn out to be women. Together, they'll laugh and cry as they do their best to clean up the streets of Los Angeles. Rated T for violence, language, situations of intense peril, general sexism and alcohol references. Fem!Izuku Fem!Deku.

Todoroki's Laughing Problem (Fanfiction, AO3): During the UA Christmas Party, Eri's lack of common holiday knowledge causes Todoroki to burst out laughing, and now he can't contain himself, much to the chagrin of his fellow students. Rated T for Kacchan swearing, some violence and some suggestive content. Takes place during Season 5, with references to World Heroes' Mission.

Nitro and Acid (Fanfiction, AO3): For years, Kacchan has blasted his way through the streets of Chicago, not particularly caring about anyone or anything except kicking villains' asses and earning a sweet paycheck while doing it. Then, one day, he meets Ashido while grocery shopping, and she becomes infatuated with him. Ostensibly, he wants nothing to do with her, but deep down inside, he's gone crazy for her. Can he put aside his foul attitude and learn to love? Rated M for strong language, violence, sexual content and a brief mention of "rape".

Russian Winter, Broken Hearts (Fanfiction, but will be on AO3 eventually): Sidequel to Gonna Kiss You On the Boulevard Chapter 22, "Super Bomb". After Deku, Todoroki and Tsu's mission to recover the Poseidon under Selkie's command, Russia delivers Japan an ultimatum: either return the bomb or risk war. In the meantime, UA gets a visit from students hailing from a Serbian hero school. Little does anyone know, they'll be in for a fight of international proportions. Rated T for war violence, language and suggestive content. Contains resources to help Ukraine. Fem!Todoroki

Hero Enforcement Regiment (Fanfiction, AO3): Izuko Midoriya serves as "Deko", the Symbol of Peace, but one day, she finds rumors of heroes abusing their powers for personal gain. She doesn't want to believe it, but then one night, another hero attempts to rape her. She fights him off, but is absolutely shattered by the experience, so much so that she founds her own hero agency to combat corrupt heroes. Rated T for violence, language, attempted rape and some suggestive content. Loosely inspired by The Boys. Fem!Izuku Fem!Deku

The Four Horsemen (Fanfiction, AO3): Crossover with Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir. Adrien, Marinette, and a few other students visit UA High. However, two issues arise: 1. One of the students is secretly a traitor, and 2. Two of the students are cheating on each other with students from UA. Rated T for violence, brief strong language and suggestive content. Fem!Izuku Fem!Deku

ONE-SHOTS:

An Unexpected Check-In (Fanfiction, AO3): After Tsu's breakdown in front of Class 1-A, Deku checks on her the day after to make sure she's okay. Takes place during Season 3.

Thank You For Your Cheerfulness (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki tells Ashido the thing he admires about her the most.

Giving Deku a Hand (Fanfiction, AO3): Fem!Todoroki explores Deku's anatomy. Rated M for sexual content.

Todoroki Gets It On (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki and Fem!Deku make sweet love. Rated M for sexual content.

Deku Saves Father's Day (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki is having a horrible time on Father's Day, but Deku helps him out. Rated T for brief strong language.

Todoroki Is On Fanfiction Friday Fire (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki has been uploading a lot of fanfiction lately, and Ashido takes positive notice.

You Don't Have to Be Angry Anymore (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki is having a horrible time, and Fem!Deku does her best to cheer him up. Rated T for brief strong language.

Half-Cold, Half-Hot, All-Loving (Fanfiction exclusive): A short poem about TodoDeku.

Caring In Pink (Fanfiction, AO3): Ashido checks up on Kacchan. Rated T for Kacchan being Kacchan.

If You Need Passion, It's Close At Hand (Fanfiction, AO3): Fem!Todoroki is having a lonely time, but Deku soothes her. Rated M for sexual content.

TodoDeku Hug (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki and Fem!Deku give each other a hug.

BakuMina Hug (Fanfiction, AO3): Kacchan and Ashido give each other a hug.

KamiJiro Hug: (Fanfiction, AO3): Kaminari and Jiro give each other a hug.

It's-a Me, Midoriya (Fanfiction, AO3): Deku and Class 1-a celebrate Mario Day. Rated T for Kacchan's mouth. Fem!Kacchan Fem!Todoroki

Trying New Fandoms (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki writes a fanfic for a fandom he never wrote for before, much to Ashido's joy.

Todoroki's Fanfic Mistake (Fanfiction, AO3): Ashido gets upset because of a fic that Todoroki wrote.

A Special Morning After (Fanfiction exclusive): The morning after Todoroki and Fem!Deku make sweet love, they have pancakes. Rated T for suggestive content.

A Heroes' Lunch (Fanfiction, AO3): Crossover between Sonic the Hedgehog and MHA. The Sonic and MHA casts celebrate National Chicken Wing Day together.

A Letter From a New Friend (Fanfiction, AO3): Sequel to The Four Horsemen. Todoroki gets a letter from Adrien.

Welcome and Comfort (AO3 exclusive): Fem!Deku helps a new student who's feeling lonely.

[ynnu-64]

Tears in my togachaco eyes ,,,

[sub-zero-icicle-tears]

Idk if anyone is interested in various fanfics, but here are the ones that I'm involved in with the writing (the Haikyu one is my co-creator's writing, but some of the others are my writing with their OC involved in the story with mine. The My Hero Academia story is my 110% independent work that I'm low-key proud of lol

[sansfangirl24]

what if you were dating Bakugo and your mom hated him, and he hated your mom so whenever he saw you two randomly in public, he would make comments like: "well if it isn't the evil queen and snow white!" and when your mom would you see two in public, she would make comments like: "oh its beauty and the beast!"

and when she would leave, he would mutter under his breathe: "yeah I'm a beast in bed, hag.."

[lycastanne]

pro-hero!bakugou is so busy, as expected since he's a hero after all. a great one at that. he avoids relationships, because he's aware about how he cant properly manage his time. he wont go around giving hopes to people, he is a straight forward man.

but fuck, when he sees you in some movie premiere which his friend acts in, he really wants to try commit a relationship with you.

you're a journalist, he noticed from the mic you held and the logo around it. ah, you work for a big entertainment media or magazine? he's not sure. your body language shows that you're confident, he likes that.

he didn't even realize when you start talking to him.

“mr. dynamight, im (name) (last name) from vogue. can we ask you questions regarding the movie?” you asked politely.

“tch, dont make me wait too long.” he said, keeping the nonchalant act.

you gestures to your cameraman partner to get ready. once the camera is ready, you start to introduce yourself and him. he watches you with a small smirk, clearly enjoying this.

“dynamight, we hear that you're not a big fan of romcom movies, is that true? does this movie change your perspective of romcom movies?”

“yes.”

you furrowed your brows, confused.

“okay... moving on, who's the first one that comes to your mind when you hear 'queen or king of romcom'?”

“julia roberts. i think.” there's a questionable pause.

“i love her too! especially in notting hill. i watched notting hill when i was 14 and since then library date is my dream date.” you rambles, all giggly and smiley.

“have you been to one?”

“hm? im sorry?”

“the library date, i can take you. if you want to i guess.” his tone isn't exactly friendly but his reddened cheeks makes you realize that he doesn't mean it the mean way.

“id love to, y- yes— oh my god.” you stutter.

“i have to have your number then.”

since you don't carry your business card and there's only a pen, bakugou let you write your number on his arm.

“good, call you later, dollface.” within a blink he's gone.

your flabbergasted face is the only thing you could muster.

“is the camera still on?”

“its live.”

[miowess]

She can't forget her smile.

[charlotlie]

bitches be like “this is the best piece of literature i have ever read” and it’s either a book that took them six weeks to finish or a fanfic they read at 3 AM

[sophrosynesworld]

Katsuki Bakugo would literally rather die than let another man handle something as simple as installing a garbage disposal.

Like, imagine your kitchen sink is dripping, and instead of bugging your lovely boyfriend for the hundredth time, you decide to hire a professional. I mean, the guy's busting his ass every day; the last thing you want to do is inconvenience him with is your household repairs, right? Seems considerate enough.

But the second he finds out you called someone? Oh, fuck no. You barely have time to explain before he's landing outside your house, marching into the kitchen, toolkit in hand. Suddenly, it’s not about the sink anymore—it’s about his pride.

"What do you mean, you called some random guy to fix it?" he snaps, wrench in one hand. "You don't just invite strangers into your home."

You shrug, trying to stay calm. "Well, you’ve been busy, and I didn’t want to bother—"

"I don’t care if I’m up against the biggest villain of the century; you call me!" he snaps, already crouched down and grumbling about how professionals don’t know shit.

Katsuki insists on doing it all himself, but you’re nicer than that. So, being the kind soul you are, you take on the role of flashlight holder. All those years of helping your dad with repairs is finally paying off, as you keep the beam steady, illuminating the sink while Katsuki works.

“Make sure you shine it right here,” he says softer, tapping his finger against the pipes.

"Thank you, baby," you reply when the job is finally done, but instead of a warm smile, your boyfriend shoots you a look.

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbles, pushing himself up off the floor. "Just don’t pull this stupid crap again."

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PAIRING: izuku midoriya x fem!reader WARNINGS: insomnia, no use of y/n GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: sunshine~ by corbon amodio WORD COUNT: 1.8k

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it had been a long day. between hero duties, training, and the relentless pressure of being a pro hero, your body felt like it was made of lead. every muscle ached, your mind was a tangled mess of fatigue and stress, all you wanted was a good night’s sleep. but sleep had been impossible lately, slipping just out of reach no matter how tired you were.

you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the darkness of your bedroom doing little to soothe the restlessness that churned inside you. every time you closed your eyes, thoughts raced through your mind like an endless loop of everything you had to do, everything you hadn’t done, and everything you worried you’d never be able to do.

sighing, you turned over, glancing at the clock. it was well past midnight, and you had to be up early tomorrow. you rubbed your eyes, frustration bubbling up. 

why couldn’t you just shut your brain off for once?

your phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling you. you picked it up, squinting at the screen. a message from izuku, your closest friend and, if you were being honest with yourself, your biggest source of comfort.

“hey, are you still up?”

you hesitated for a moment before replying.

“yeah. can’t sleep. you?”

his response came almost immediately.

“same. i was thinking about our patrol tomorrow. there’s a new pattern in the villain activity in the area, and i wanted to go over it again, but i realized it’s really late and i should try to sleep, but i honestly just can’t stop thinking…”

you smiled softly at his rambling message. it was so like him to overthink things, to get caught up in analyzing every detail, even when he was supposed to be resting. you could almost picture him now, hunching over his desk, notes spread out around him, his hair a mess from running his hands through it in concentration.

“you should be sleeping, ‘zuku,” you typed back, the nickname slipping out unconsciously. 

“you’ve been running yourself ragged lately. you need rest.”

there was a pause, and then another buzz.

“i could say the same to you. you’ve been doing so much lately, i’m surprised you’re still standing.”

you sighed, staring at his words. he wasn’t wrong. you’d been pushing yourself hard, trying to keep up with the demands of hero work, trying to be the best you could be. but it felt like no matter how hard you tried, there was always something more to do, something you weren’t quite good enough at.

“i guess we’re both pretty bad at this whole ‘taking care of ourselves’ thing,” you replied, a wry smile tugging at your lips.

another buzz.

“yeah, i guess we are. hey, do you want to come over? i mean, only if you want to. i just thought, you know, it might help. sometimes talking helps. or not. i mean–”

you laughed softly, imagining his flustered expression as he typed. it was so very midoriya. your heart warmed at his concern, and without really thinking about it, you found yourself typing back.

“yeah, i’d like that.”

his response was almost immediate.

“okay! do you want me to come right now?”

you hesitated for a moment, glancing around your darkened bedroom. part of you wanted to say no, to tell him to stay home and get some rest. but the thought of seeing him, of hearing his voice in person, was too tempting to resist.

“sure. i’ll leave the door unlocked.”

“be there in five.”

true to his word, it wasn’t long before you heard the soft creak of your front door unlocking then opening. you didn’t need to check to know it was him. izuku always moved quietly. a moment later, there was a light knock on your bedroom door.

“come in,” you called softly, sitting up as the door opened.

izuku stepped inside, his hair a wild mess, his eyes tired but alert. he was still in his hero uniform, though he’d stripped off most of the armor and gloves, leaving just the green jumpsuit and his signature red boots.

“hey,” he said, his voice low, almost hesitant. “you okay?”

you nodded, offering him a small smile. “yeah, i’m okay. just…you know.”

he nodded, his eyes softening with understanding. “yeah, i know.”

he crossed the room and sat on the edge of your bed, his hands resting awkwardly in his lap. for a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching out between you. but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was the kind of silence that felt natural, like the two of you could just exist in the same space without needing to fill it with words.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly, his gaze meeting yours.

you shrugged, pulling your knees up to your chest. “i don’t know. it’s just…everything, i guess. there’s so much to do all the time, and i feel like i’m always running behind, like i can’t catch up. and then i lie here at night, and my brain just won’t shut up. it’s like i can’t turn it off, and i’m just…so tired.”

izuku nodded, his expression serious. “i get that. i really do. it’s like…like there’s this pressure, all the time. to be the best, to do everything right, to never mess up. and it’s exhausting.”

“exactly,” you said, feeling a strange relief wash over you. it was comforting to know that he understood that you weren’t alone in feeling this way.

he hesitated, then reached out, his hand hovering hesitantly before gently resting on your knee. “it’s okay to feel like that, you know. it’s okay to take a break, to not be perfect all the time.”

you looked at him, his face soft, his eyes full of a quiet intensity that made your heart ache. he was always like this. so kind, so understanding, even when he was struggling himself. it was one of the things you admired most about him, his ability to be there for others even when he was carrying so much on his own shoulders.

“thanks, izuku,” you said softly, your voice thick with emotion. “i just…i don’t know what to do sometimes. it feels like i’m just…failing.”

his grip on your knee tightened slightly, his eyes fierce. “you’re not failing. you’re doing your best, and that’s all anyone can ask. you’re an amazing hero, and you’re always pushing yourself so hard. it’s okay to feel tired. it’s okay to need help.”

you swallowed hard, his words sinking into you like a balm on a wound you hadn’t realized was there. “i just…i don’t want to let anyone down. i don’t want to let you down.”

his eyes softened, and he shifted closer, his presence warm and reassuring. “you could never let me down. never.”

something inside you cracked at his words, and before you knew it, you were crying, the tears spilling down your cheeks as all the stress and exhaustion you’d been holding in finally found an outlet. izuku’s eyes widened in alarm, and then he was moving, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

“hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice gentle and soothing. “it’s okay. i’m here. i’ve got you.”

you buried your face in his shoulder, clinging to him as the sobs wracked your body. he held you tightly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back, his voice a constant, reassuring murmur in your ear.

“i’m here. you’re okay. just let it out.”

you didn’t know how long you cried, but izuku didn’t let go, didn’t pull away. he just held you, his presence solid and unwavering, grounding you in a way you hadn’t realized you needed. slowly, the tears began to subside, your breathing evening out as the storm inside you calmed.

“sorry,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against his shoulder. “i didn’t mean to–”

“don’t apologize,” he said softly, his hand still rubbing your back. “you don’t ever have to apologize for feeling things. i’m glad you told me. i’m glad i can be here for you.”

you pulled back slightly, looking up at him. his face was so close, his green eyes bright in the dim light of your room. there was so much kindness in his gaze, so much warmth, that it made your heart ache.

“thank you, izuku,” you whispered, your voice trembling with sincerity. “really. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

he smiled, a small, soft smile that made your heart skip a beat. “you’d do just fine. you’re strong, stronger than you know.”

you shook your head, a wry smile tugging at your lips. “i don’t feel very strong right now.”

“that’s okay,” he said gently. “you don’t have to be strong all the time. it’s okay to lean on others sometimes. that’s what friends are for, right?”

“right,” you agreed, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. “thank you. for being here.”

“always,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving yours. “i’ll always be here for you.”

there was something in his gaze, something intense and unspoken. for a moment, you wondered if he felt the same way you did, if he cared about you as more than just a friend. you pushed the thought away, not wanting to complicate things, not wanting to read too much into it.

you took a deep breath, feeling lighter, more at ease than you had in days. “i think i might actually be able to sleep now,” you said, a small smile playing on your lips.

izuku’s face lit up with relief. “really? that’s great! do you, um, want me to stay? i mean, just until you fall asleep, if that would help.”

you hesitated, but then nodded, feeling oddly shy. “yeah. that would be nice.”

he smiled, kicking off his shoes before shifting so he was sitting up against the headboard, patting the space beside him. “come here.”

you settled next to him, your head resting on his shoulder. he was warm and solid, his presence comforting in a way you hadn’t realized you needed. he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close, and you felt yourself relax, the tension draining from your body.

“close your eyes,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “just breathe. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

you did as he said, letting your eyes drift shut. his steady breathing, the warmth of his body next to yours, the gentle rhythm of his hand stroking your hair. it all combined to create a sense of safety and peace that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

slowly, the world around you began to fade, the weight of exhaustion pulling you under. the last thing you felt before you drifted off was izuku’s hand, still gently stroking your hair, and his voice, whispering softly in your ear.

“sweet dreams.”

and for the first time in what felt like forever, you slept, your heart full and your mind at peace, knowing that no matter what, 

you weren’t alone.

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[baurem]

cw: children, bakugo being a tired dad and then some wc: 604

with the soft patter of small feet and the door’s hinges quietly crying as it was pushed open, you feigned sleep. through ajar lids, in peeked your mixture of love, your husband and your own affections personified into something you both cradled and loved undoubtedly.

biting back a grin, you listened for the shuffling of your bedsheets as your daughter forcefully settled in between the spooning position that bakugo held you in. 

“papa..” your three year old called out in a whisper, her palm lightly tapped his cheek.  still in his drowsy in between, bakugo hummed roughly to let her know he was listening. 

“move over..” she whined as she pushed his shoulder to create more space for herself

“no, i was here first.” bakugo’s tongue languid with sleep but unmoving to your daughter’s attempts.

her little lips pursed like yours and her brows furrowed like his as she conceived a way to convince her hard-headed father to move. she turned her body to you, preparing to wake you up until a large hand interrupted her. 

“no, don’ wake y’er mama up.” his voice mellowed by fatherhood and patience. katsuki’s daughter turned with a pout at his whispered chiding, the same one he often wore against you.

  still, even while unconscious and in his grasp, he sought to preserve your sleep though there wasn’t a need for it (not that he should know). 

he lured her back with his hand splayed out on her tummy which earned yet another whine from her as she sat back into the tight space between you and your husband. 

she stared back with a disgruntled expression he knew all too well; cheeks puffed up, eyes narrowed that were still swollen with sleep, and a deep frown all at the lack of space her father provided. 

katsuki stared back, now more awake than before, but still just as adamant and stubborn as the red-eyed girl before him. 

“gotta use your manners if ya wanna be here.” 

after a beat of contemplation, your daughter spoke up, “papa..?”

“hm?” katsuki hummed, attentive.

“can you— can you pleeaase move over?” she asked, softer as to not disturb her mother. 

katsuki deemed it good enough since it was too early in the morning for a lesson. abiding by her plea, he shifted over which opened up the space for his little one. 

“mm.. thank you.” his daughter murmured as she squirmed into her place under the sheets and between her parents. 

katsuki hummed in a quiet response. his attention on the way her eyes fought sleep, nestled in the warmth and scent of her parents. once he’s sure she’s asleep, his attention shifts over to you.

“were you going to help at all?” he huffs. 

“i knew you had it.” you toss over to gaze to your family with a sapped grin at his discovery of your consciousness; your husband furrowed his brows at you like your little girl would when she didn’t get what she wanted and your daughter’s face squished on the pillow like his would whenever he came home from a long patrol.

katsuki saw you too in that moment, you think; with her hair disheveled in the mornings just like yours would be and the light snoring from her— the snoring you both vehemently denied though he insisted on it. 

he must’ve also been feeling that same swell in your chest too, the overflowing of love seeping out of your chest and into your throat. the kind of feeling that only mornings like these could bring out of you both; you, your husband, and the whole of you both combined snuggled in bed together.

“you always do.” 

[kakashisbabymama218]

katsuki likes to send you videos of him jerking off.

he’s locked himself in the bathroom at the frat party denki and eijirou convinced him to come to, even though he’d rather have you sitting that pretty pussy on his face. the only reason he came was because you were stuck at work for the next few hours.

he had snuck away and was going to facetime you but then he got a better idea. he turns his phone on and opens the camera, fingers pressing the record button as he goes to push his pants down.

katsuki makes a show of it too, taking his time undoing the drawstring of his sweats, pushing them down just enough to have his fat cock springing free and slapping against his stomach.

he’s hard as a rock, pre smeared along his tip. he rocks his hips back and forth, letting his heavy length swing before he’s taking it in his hand. he strokes himself once, then twice, groaning quietly in the background.

his hand wrapped tightly around the base of his dick, his thumb rubbing at the bulbous tip that’s practically leaking precum. he has his shirt pulled up, his toned stomach showing slightly in the camera. katsuki takes the hand that was just on his dick to scratch at his abs, doing what you’d do if you were there with him. bakugou loves the feeling of your nails dragging back and forth against his skin, the marks you leave on his back as he pounds into you are his favorite.

katsuki wishes it was your hand wrapped around his dick, soft and small unlike his calloused hands.  or maybe even your mouth, all warm and tight and wet. you’re so pretty when you got a mouth full of dick. Soft, pink lips stretched as far as they’ll go as you struggle to fit even his thick tip past your lips.

and he’s so vocal in the background.

“fuckkk pretty girl—” his voice deeper than usual and laced with arousal.

“wish it was you bouncing on this dick” he strokes himself faster, handing moving up and down as the camera follows his every move.

“wanna feel you cummin on this dick baby”

 “don’t worry pretty girl, imma come stretch that pussy out when you get off”

“fuck princess, gonna fill you up. get you nice a full of my cum” he’s close, all it takes is a couple more strokes before he’s cumming, thick spurts of cum shooting out of him.

“shit” he curses, breathing hard enough for you to hear over the faint background music from the party still going on inside the house.

a couple of ropes of cum land on the screen of his phone and he images it was your face instead, painting your face with his seed. he hits send on the video before cleaning up the mess he made.

katsuki finds denki a few minutes later, high as fuck as he makes out with some girl. he sends both of the boy a quick text letting them know he’s heading back to his place and chill till you got off.

Part 2

[sundropcass]

99% of what I read is angst but you know what my secret favorite fanfiction category is? Outsider POV. I love a good fic where we’re in the perspective of characters who have no idea what the fuck is going on and are stuck watching our MCs be absolutely ridiculous. I love every version of this trope. It could be mostly text based. It could be mostly social media based. As long as it checks the boxes? I’m all in. You don’t understand. I think the first one of these I read was with Sam and Dean Winchester as kids in school from the perspective of a guidance counselor. I have been ruined. I have read every fic I could find with the premise of SkyGem’s Retirement AU (Yuri On Ice). I read White Collar DC crossover fanfiction despite not knowing or caring about White Collar because I treat it like outsider POV fanfictions with a fun identity reveal element. My favorite My Hero Academia fanfiction of all time is entirely made up of social media bit and bobs (tumblr posts, twitter posts, text message chains, etc). I am currently reading a Carmen Sandiego fic like this and it is such a crack fic. It is so unserious. I can’t put it down. I am so hooked.

[sansfangirl24]

Husband!Pro Hero Bakugo seeing you and the kids going to the store on his patrol and stopping you acting like he's flirting with stranger

like leaning up against and pole and looking at you with a flirty smirk "excuse me ma'am I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you looked with your kids" you're giggling and playing along until both of your kids stopped the conversation and started tugging on Bakugo's hero costume and yelling "papa it's us and that's mama! did you not recognize us?!"

and Bakugo acting all shocked just to piss off his kids and make fun of you in the process (playfully) " that's you kids?? and that's you Y\N?? I didn't even notice you all look completely different when you actually dress up for once" you know Bakugo thinks you and your kids are beautiful though and he proves it everyday day, every morning, and every night

[itgetzweird08]

“Damn- already Bakugo? The movie isn’t even over!”

Denki whined, grabbing the remote to pause the comedy that was playing on the tv. It was movie night in the dorms, a way for the class to bond and decompress after classes. Everyone was huddled together, wrapped in blankets and sharing snacks. All accept Bakugo, who scowled at his yellow haired friend.

“It’s my bed time. I’ll see you nerds in the morning.” Denki huffed, crossing his arms as he muttered about Bakugo’s old man behavior. But Kirishima smiled, giving him a short wave and a “sleep well Baku-bro!”. The rest of the class also sent their goodnight wishes as Bakugo headed to his room.

It was only 8:30, which was a bit early even for Bakugo. He usually headed to bed around 9, but tonight was special.

When he got to his room, he locked his door and walked to his mirror, making sure his hair was to his liking and that there was no popcorn in his teeth. When he caught himself fretting over his appearance, he rolled his eyes and scoffed, wiping his sweaty palms on his jogging pants. ‘The fuck am I worried for? It’s just a Skype call’. And while he was right, it was just a call, it was a call with /you/.

You and Bakugo had been dating long distance for the past year and a half.

You met at the I-island convention, where you two got into a friendly competition at one of the challenges. After you managed to beat him at his own game, he recruited Mina to find you on social media. Anyone who could beat him was special..and it didn’t hurt that you were gorgeous to boot. However, his heart sank when he found out that you didn’t live in Japan. Still, he decided to follow and dm you anyways..which you promptly answered. The two of you have been talking non stop ever since.

What was just messaging turned into calling, then FaceTiming, to full on movie nights where you would count down to try and start the movie at the same time. And while it was inconvenient, it was fun. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Which is why he was always promptly on time for your calls. You had both been busy that week, so you weren’t able to talk as much as you normally did, which is why you scheduled the call. With the time difference, you would be slowly waking up to get ready for school while he was going to bed. He was able to tell you about his day, while he watched you get ready for yours.

The time difference was a hard challenge to navigate, but you made it work. Talking to eachother was the high light of both of your days. You loved seeing his face and hearing his voice, even if it was virtual and he loved the same. You were both very meticulous in nature as well, making sure that your times were aligned to get the most out of your talks as possible. That way, it always felt like enough.

And while it would be nice to hold him, to see his face in person, to kiss him..this was enough for now.

Bakugo hopped into his bed, plugging up his phone before pressing call and waiting for you to answer. And when you did, he was met with sleepy eyes and a warm smile. He could’ve sworn his heart was doing actual backflips.

“Hi Kats..”

“Morning dumbass”

You smiled at him, your heart fluttering at his teasing. And just by seeing your smile he knew, that until he could get to you, this would be enough for him.

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Ps: im starting to do requests! So if you have an idea for me, go ahead and put it in my asks <3