#bc bakugo isn't giving me anything

[osamusbigtits]

i obviously didn't mean were you serious about wanting to euthanize a group of people, (or at least i hope not, i don't actually know you or anything...) i obviously meant were you serious in your unapproving and maliciously harsh criticism about people who ship with bakugo, especially of a certain age range that you deem to be disgusting, which you were actually serious about, so thanks for clearing that up. and listen, you're allowed to disagree with it but uh, (which to me is weird tho, bc first off, he's fictional and in that realm there is room for well, um, fiction and imagination, so that being the case, you can um, you know: fictionally age someone up who doesn't even exist, so as long as someone is NOT shipping with him as a minor in their imagination then i don't get what the big deal is next to any other aged up fictional character from any other series from a canon perspective... let me give you an example: source material creators/authors/mangakas age up their super young characters all the time, just like your beloved Furudate did with his haikyuu characters and you seem perfectly fine writing about them fucking each other all the time, so why should that be any different? just because it came from the creator's brain that those characters are visibly shown to age up at some point and just happen to get a visible timeskip (which is super short, btw), therefore it makes you feel more comfortable shipping them? ok so, imagination is only acceptable in the mind of the creator's brain then? so one person's brain and imagination is more valuable than another's now? so, a fan can't have their own spin on it otherwise (just the way you spin things with your fave hq characters)? or because fans don't have critical thinking skills of their own to see that what a character really is, at the end of the day, just a set of traits and characteristics that we see reflected in other people? a character isn't some living breathing person with a set age, or even stagnant at all, they're meant to evolve and grow even if we don't see it canonically yet. so, we aren't allowed to assume the bnha character's will someday grow older and age too at some point ?? like ?? i'm just really confused as to what doesn't compute for you about all this, but whatever you're obviously allowed your own opinion if you don't agree, whatever) but also are we all any less cringe in any fandom than the next dude for lewding over a 2D person than the next, tbh? like really? are you serious rn? ok, climb up on that high horse all you want, you're so much better and less cringe than the rest of us, it must feel good to be so superior. also, way to be a malicious ageist, it comes off super ignorant and bigoted, tbh. like weird flex: you're in your early 20s or whatever, good for you? anyway, maybe try to be open to the possibility that you don't understand why someone who ships with an aged-up adult bakugo resonates with his set of traits or why it brings them comfort, since like i said, that's all a character really is: NOT REAL and a SET OF CHARACTERISTICS in the figment of someone's mind. maybe try practicing a little more kindness and empathy and critical thinking skills, hm? maybe don't be such a malicious ageist? or don't. just had to put in my two cents in since you put in yours.

uhhhhh I'm not reading all that. maybe just unfollow me next time

[sat0sugu-angst]

Hiiii🥰🥰 idk if you're open to a request but I saw this on TikTok and couldn't stop thinking about it. https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFpcUbkm/

It was just so cute how he reacted and I wanted to see if you could recreate it, it's okay if you can't or don't want to. But if you do could you do it with mha characters like bakugo and shoto.

Thank you 😊

a/n: omg LMAO this trend has me dead bc if my mans isn't a chismoso like me I don't want him 🤣🤣 ty for the request!

MHA Reacting to Drama Prank

included: bakugo, shoto, denki, kirishima, mina, jirou

cw: humor, fluff, established relationships

Bakugo

Is obnoxious in trying to figure out what's going on but won't admit he wants the tea

Like if he's cooking dinner and you're in the living room he'll peek his head around the corner. Then he'll call and ask you to come to the kitchen for something unrelated (and something he totally could've gotten himself) then casually jut his chin to the phone in your hand w his brow quirked.

Normally you at least give him a name so he knows who you're talking to/about but since it's a prank you just keep going off about wild shit that didn't even happen and you can tell he's getting frustrated but he isn't gonna ask again because he's tryna convince himself it's not a big deal

Will get pissed eventually and send you away (💀) and then over dinner he'll be all huffy and petty bc you didn't include him

When you reveal its a prank he's so embarrassed and just calls you an idiot

But it's okay because his cheeks are totally pink with how he's blushing 😊

Will not let you post it anywhere (but it doesn't stop you from showing your friends when he's not around

Shoto

It's easy to talk to shoto because he's kinda quiet so, you'd definitely talk to him about workplace and friend group gossip on a regular basis

Definitely thinks about said gossip a lot, and comes up with theories based on the bits and pieces he hears, so when you do this prank and talk about "I can't believe he said that" and "she better do this" he's filling in the blanks himself and it's just wild conspiracies

He's asking questions that are so off base that you can't help but break character and laugh

Is so confused and continues to ask what the chisme is even after you tell him it was a prank 🤣

Like when he sees the video you post he'll ask you what the tea was 💀 like bb no

Denki

Is also obnoxious in trying to figure it out, but also will beg for secrets and promise he won't tell (he will. He's terrible at keeping secrets)

Like he'll hang off you and whine about how you don't tell him anything (which you don't because he'll just tell everyone)

Will be upset n petty for like 10 minutes then get over it so you don't even have to tell him it was a prank 💀

Kiri

Will stop everything he's doing and stare at you with wide eyes, occasionally mouthing questions because he wants to be apart of the chisme so bad but he doesn't wanna interrupt.

Fully holds onto the fact that he knows you'll tell him everything once you hang up but he's also so impatient because the way you're talking the tea is scorching

It's so endearing how good he's being that you can't even commit to it for long without laughing.

He'll be confused but then laugh and he'll share the video everywhere once you post it

(Kiri would so be the best tiktok bf I just know it)

Mina

Is suspicious because there is rarely tea you don't share with her, good luck successfully playing this prank

She just kinda looks at you, trying to piece things together from what you're saying

When you eventually cave she almost immediately realizes she's being pranked

Is super cute about it too

She just laughs and she'd probs give you a kiss on the cheek bc she knows she's on camera and this is her moment 💖

Jirou

Fully pretends she's not listening, but is unaware of the fact that you can tell she's gone absolutely still and her audio jacks are aimed right at you

Please spill the tea for her lmao

Will be a little embarrassed when she realizes it's a prank but mostly she's just annoyed there's not actual tea 🤣

a/n: omg I'm sorry I've been MIA it's been insane w the holidays 😅 but here's a little hc req to celebrate 800 followers 🎊 to say thanks for all of the support!! I rlly do appreciate all the love 💕

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[knowlessman]

bnha I guess then? ep 5-7

ohey isn't that the tumbly sexlerguy of this show? with the scarf and the 5 o'clock? actually idk if he was in the poll or if drawfee just talked about him before, but he looks like one to me.

huh. he's got his shirt tucked in and all. not planning on hulking out tonight I guess. -- come to think of it tho, there hasn't been any talk so far of whether this "inheriting" of the Quirk is going to mean that All Might loses his power. -- …okay I guess this is him saying that here?

…"Itadakimasu" is translated as "I'm off!" here. I think I'm gonna have to accept that I'm never gonna know the full meaning of that one unless I put my entire ass into learning what's probably one of the harder languages to try to learn when starting from English. 'XD I should content myself with knowing about "natsukashiku."

This fucking guy again

This other fucking guy tho, Ida (Iida? Maybe the subs just misspelled it that time? idk). Cautiously starting to like him. Bit annoying, but annoying about being a decent guy.

it's the sexlerman doing his Kakuna cosplay. Forgot he did that. Maybe he's literally just Stein but less uncomfortable to watch, that'd be fun. -- Aizawa. When do we learn pink girl's name tho? The opening flashes the names by too fast.

ZUKO. IT'S ZUKO. HI ZUKO. Hope he gets some lines soon. -- literally googles just to check that he isn't voiced by dante basco bc that might be the only thing that would actually get me to watch a dub (I just like to read shows and not have to follow verbal convo I'm not here to argue about it) -- also Froppy (?) and birdman and that one guy who by reputation needs as few lines as possible and, uh, acid girl I think? and invisible girl. and, y'know, the rest

sounds like shithead's (not The Bad Shithead, the bad shithead we already know) VA is having fun, at least. sounds fucking terrifying

…eraser what. …am I not gonna wanna like this guy? I know just enough about what eraser head (the movie) is to know I don't wanna know any more about it -- pretty sure he's bullshitting about expulsion. unless it's gonna be laser navel here who gets expelled, cuz I've never seen nuffin about him before -- stg give this man a bucket hat and clogs and poof he's from a different show -- …gawd I hope nothing tempts me to continue bleach, I haven't heard anything good about the bits past that filler even tho it's aesthetically so much more my jam

Uraraka. …I read the entire Bionicle book series as a kid, I should be able to remember that just fine. … ':|

can't get the image of saitama with his head stuck in the ceiling out of his head

…ayup. no notes. next one.

"the person with the lowest total score will be expelled" meanwhile I don't think being fucking invisible makes you run any faster or throw any harder. the fuck's No-Hat-No-Clogs on about? -- absolute dickweed. also how in fuck did invisible girl beat deku? cheating? is she even able to make her clothes invisible, or is it a Violet Parr situation where it has to be a specific material?

I mean tbf you haven't tried powering up one toe at a time yet. running/skipping that way might look stupid as hell but it's better than blondie over there

"I'M DEKU!!!" 'XD -- I also love the exaggerated reaction shots in this, they're very good -- copernican…? googles nerd.

how I've never seen a gif of "I'M… COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" I'll never know

these oughta be good

okay this is cute -- facepalm nobody told me deku was a furry

…well that's conve - huh. Iida being the teammate will be interesting. (also is it gonna turn out that they're lying about it being randomized now? because this is some astonishing coincidence) -- interesting that they're literally playing rainbow six siege tho

awfully metallic for paper mache

…that's… huh. powerful moment for bakugo to just throw away like he's going to

aye, next one

haha kid bakugo walks like a rugrats character

why is zuko half-covered in ice for no reason? is that sposed to be his costume?

heh. he's not Saitama or Rock Lee. He's Karate Kid. (I saw like one or two episodes of Legion of Superheroes) His superpower is knowing what it's like to not have a Quirk. -- "I need a plan." runs off ah, yes. more time for thinking. hope he stops being relatable soon and actually comes up with a plan, tho. -- you don't need to beat Bakugo if you can get him lost tho. …maybe I'm underestimating him but I would be surprised if he bothered to memorize the layout worth a damn. -- I swear his VA is channeling a lot of mob boss for a high schooler 'XD

…Iida you're being weird. for the love of fuck please don't tell me you're gonna start listening to mr bonaparte up there

"he's just standing there… cackling like an idiot"

huh. we did learn why he's got bigass grenades on his hands. -- sidenote: …when I was a kid I wrote up superpowers that my stuffed animals had. one of them was literally this. …I gotta get myself to fucking write more. (didn't write any actual stories, tho. also obv I didn't think of the gun bit) -- and that's how deku got his costume

aye. good shit. gonna stop for tonight

[seiwas]

willow... i cried 🥹 still as much as the first time i read it 🥹

omg willow idek where to begin 🥺 i am a sucker for a bsf -> lovers trope any day bc it's the history!! the presence of an existing relationship that isn't enough so there's a want for more!! and it's the transition too—how do you love a friend? how do you love a friend who's become more than just that? what do you do when that happens? aarghh i could go on!!!

the bottomline is!!! i love how you touch on all of those here 🥺

the tension is insane!! the angst chewed me up 🤧 how he didn't even bother to tell reader he was home??? how reader goes thru the 5 stages of grief, mourning for a friendship lost??? (that bit abt texting then deleting is sooo vivid omg) everything becomes so awkward and that sucks for two people who've always had eachother's backs 🤧

and then he just shows up like that!! uninvited too!! how bakugo of him 😭😭 i've said this before but i adore your bakugo willow!!! i think you can stick him in any au, any trope, any anything!! and still write him in the most bakugo of bakugo's 😭 i love his dialogue here in particular, because it's all rough edges with double meaning. it's all demands but he's pleading with you to tell him something 🥺 and i am just soooo aaaah (esp with him enjoying reality tv 😭)

the way he showed up to reader's door, banged up even though he could get it fixed at the agency—it's just. such a bad excuse from him, and they both probably know it 😭 but they haven't seen eachother in so long!! and aaah the things katsuki would do 😭

this bit killed me:

that image of him is so — invasive, sweeping in at the worst times: between your legs, face as red as his eyes, the little moan he kept trying to swallow. how embarrassed he seemed when you asked if he felt good, if you felt good, and the fact that he still admitted it despite everything.

does he think about it at all? the way you have? 

you clear your throat, struggling for normalcy. "the hell did you do?"

like!! the fact that that memory plays in reader's mind, how they can't get rid of it 😭 it's so haunting, the doubt; how much reader wonders if it means as much to him as it does to them 😭

i am also living for how attractive you write him omfgfbashf. how reader thirsts for him?!??! LIKE ?!!? how did their bsf become that:

he looks — stupidly shredded, and the slow reveal of his tight stomach is not helping you to focus.

you can see all his sweat, muscles shifting under his skin as he breathes, and his hairy armpit is staring you in the face and you don't know when he stopped being 12 and started being 20 and when he became such a man. it's not fair, that he should suddenly be so — attractive. <- the hairy armpIT 😭😭😭 i shouldn't be biting my fist at this as much as i am

"you're coming back to mine then?" <- icb he said that

even if you can't stop thinking about him and the strength coiled in his biceps, in his shoulders, and how tall he's become and — when did he lose most of the baby fat in his face, and when did he get such a sharp jawline?

how much is he working out, to get his body like that? he used to be a skinny, scrappy little thing and now — he can probably lift a truck over his head. must run all the time, though he's always been active, and you've never looked before, but you wonder how nice his ass is. <- CHOKED

what he looks like under the shower, soapy and wet. <- YUP

you eye his tummy and the line of fine hair running down into the waistband of his sweats, and do your best to ignore the sudden desire to kiss right above his belly-button. <- I WOULD TOO

i so enjoyed every reference/allusion to them being friends for all their lives too 🥺 bc again!! its the transition, the history, the presence of a relationship that's been shaken and there are only two ways it can go!!! whether it dies or becomes smth more 🥺

it's starting to give you whiplash, how much you're discovering despite knowing him all your life.

it's easy to butt heads with bakugou. you don't think there is any other way to interact with him, really, because he's so argumentative and that used to be okay, but now things are — off. you don't know what he's doing, what he wants, why he's here and in your shower when he could be at home or getting patched up at his agency. all the conclusions you can come to are frightening, a little, and they're hard to fathom; is he — does he want more?

is this just because he's a guy that got some action and is looking for a second round, or is this because it's you? <- oh i got so sad at this willow, how they question his intentions (valid!!) but oh MAN, for them to be this distance that reader's started to doubt katsuki as a person 🥺 it shows how hurt!! reader is!! 🥺

but if anyone else stands in that picture with him, your heart squeezes painfully. traitorously. already, you've shared so many memories with him; the start of elementary school, learning how to swim, giving each other equally bruised faces, staying up all night to study for important exams, tackling middle school graduation side-by-side, him making himself at home in your first apartment, just as you had done in his. / what's a few more firsts? <- rlly crying so hard at this willow sdbsdjfg the memories!! i think u do that so well! the details you inject that are so rich in history!! in experiences!! it makes everything feel so so real 🥺 they don't want anyone else to be with him 🥺

your heart suspends in your throat. never have you had to think this much just to be around him, and it's bothersome. <- the implications of this!!!

trying to hide how uncomfortable he is, though you he’s never had to do so with you in all of — forever.

you write their dynamic so good willow omg 😭 the bickering 😭 the roughhousing 😭

"tell me what the big fuckin' deal is."

"the big deal? oh, you mean besides the fact that you totally came in your pants?" <- that interaction oh mY GOD my JAW DROPPED jhsdbfgashd

and then omg... and fucking then willow... everything just gets so... STEAMY... LIKE... i enjoyed how you transitioned it from the roughhousing to this, a different kind of tension, sexual sbhasjdg the buildup was so godo sjhbsa t's soooo JUICY

it does something to him, your use of his first name, because he's still for a moment before sitting back and collecting your wrists correctly, to hold against the couch arm above your head. <- hELLOO

the minute jostle of his hips as he settles further into the space between your legs, almost comfortable. the slight swell of something unfamiliar against your inner thigh. <- GOING SOOOO INSANE HELPPPMEEEE

bakugou presses his face a little further into you, warm, and the tip of his nose drags along the column of your throat. successfully sedating you, distracted by the feel of his parted lips against your skin <- THIS IS SOOO HOT OH MY GOD

he's almost entirely pressed against you, but there is a small gap of space that closes when you open your legs a little wider, hitching them around his waist as his breath stutters against your neck. <- oh my god he hitched em around his waist... and he stuttered.... R U KIDDING ME RN

you can't help it; you let out a "katsuki" in the same heady tone as you did in his apartment and it has him falling easily into the slow grind you've been unable to stop thinking about. what shifts across his face is obvious, against your throat, like the scrunch of his brow and the slow drop of his mouth. he tries to muffle his breathy "oh" into your skin, but it echoes throughout your entire body, has an ache beginning between your thighs that he's already soothing. <- willow.... idk what u put in this... but it is rlly... so incredibly hot... just... how he tries to muffle the 'oh'??? OOHHH??? oh?????? hELPPP

the nip comes then, teeth sinking gently into your neck as you weakly cry out in surprise, but it's only for a moment before his tongue — wet and heavy and wide — is tasting over your jugular, lips closing around your skin as he sucks experimentally. <- HELLOOOOOOOOOUGH>??? HOW CAN hE DO THIS ???/ WHEN DId HE leARN HOW TO dO THI S??/ WIllOW i Am GOIn GINSAne

katsuki finally relinquishes your wrists, carding his hand down your body before coming to squeeze your hip, your thigh, locking your leg tight around his waist. "yeah," he rasps, voice deeper than you've ever heard it as he presses his forehead into yours. "how do you fuckin' like it?" <- then he speaks. and i am. GONE. fully JUSt. GONE. I CANT BELIEVE THIS. its everything: running his fingers down to squeeze the hip. locking the leg around his waist. raspy voice?? yEAH?? pressing forehead?? WILLOW this is like... a million shots fired at me... i am weak for every single thing he did here.....

"fuck," you gasp, loud and wanton, "fuck, katsuki—" <- i completely get it

then everything just became so intimate i could CRY:

and then you are kissing your best friend. <- i SAWBED

the boy from down the street that always ruined your hair and taught you where to place your thumb if you were gonna throw a punch. that used his empty pen cartridge to blow spitballs at you and mocked you for losing crane games, even though he ended up giving you the stupid stuffed animal anyway. that had to be king of the castle, with his stick-sword and cardboard shield. that demanded you be his queen, weeds he picked for you woven carefully into your hair by his hands <- LIKE ?!?!? everything about this is so extremely detailed and specific willow, your brain!! is a gem!! an absolute treasure!! for thinking up all these things!! you are amazing!!!!!!

katsuki kisses like he's shy — it's slow and a little delayed in comparison to what his hips are doing, as if he's in his head too much and is trying to figure how to move his lips and when. tentative and chaste, until you run your tongue along the seam of his mouth and pry him open a little more. <- omg the inexperience is KIllLING ME it's SUCH a contrast to how he is and i LOVE IT

the bruises he's probably leaving on your thigh. he lets up only to breathe, panting into your ear when he begins to bite and suck on your skin again; your earlobe and neck and even the cut of your jaw. like maybe he's hungry, too. -> HELLLOOOUGGH??? FOR A FIRST TIME HE'S CRAYXSDFHVSHDF the bRUISES on THE THIGH?? UmMM/?!?!?

not once has he ever been gentle with you in anything; it's enough of a surprise that that's even a possibility for him, for the two of you, but he presses his body back into yours and kisses you deep, calloused fingers tracing over the new skin exposed to him. he doesn't try to push the sweater up any further, but one hand slips up your back, to splay between your shoulder-blades like it had before, and he's so close and you've never known him to be this — careful. with anything. <- willow this line is one of my absolute favourits. ko-ed me completely. he didn't try to push up the sweater. I COULD CRY. oh my god an exception to his roughness.

the dialogue oh my god, it made me SOOOO sad: "fuckin' soft." (rolling his hips and gROANING?!?!?) / "you done this before?" / "have you?" / "would... that bother you?" (i am so sad oh god) / "no" (HE LIES?!??!?! OH I AM SOOOOO) "why would—" (then he just sIGHS??!?! this is soooo him willow. soooo completely katsuki)

you trusted a boy that didn't look at you the way katsuki is now. that didn't hold you and touch you and kiss you the way your best friend has. <- oh god willow i am sooo sad for reader's experience... that they had to go thru a shitty boy 😭😭 i could CRY 😭😭 katsuki would have gone after ALL of them 😭😭

"it was awful anyway," you tell him, offering a small smile when he peeks down at you. he doesn't say anything, so you kiss him once, twice, until his tension is melting away. "should have been you."

the grip on your thigh turns almost painful and he grinds into you so roughly that you both gasp, loud in the tight, barely-there space between you. "yeah," he rasps, sucking another bruise into the hollow of your throat. "fuckin' should have." <- THAT EXCHANGE. oh my god. THE CONTRAST. how reader says it softly, tenderly, kissing him once, twice. and then KATSUKI. oh my god. IM LOSING IT

you try to imagine it; eighteen and nervous, naked in front of him for the first time since you were seven and got into paint from his mom's workshop, when she made you both strip down in the same room, furious. how different he might have been with you then, how much more unsure. kinder than your ex, without a doubt, even for katsuki, and he probably wouldn't have even gone through with the whole thing, considering how uncomfortable the first time is. or maybe it wouldn't have been, with him; maybe he would have looked into it, taken the time to wind you up the same way he is now so that you were eager and wet and ready. looking down at you with his wide, almost-black eyes in the dim light of a table lamp. another first to share. <- this made me soooo ohhh willow 🥺 

"can still be you, katsuki; if you want, it can still be you." <- this one WRECKED me willow

so that he can kiss right above your belly button, just as you wanted to do to him. <- THAT CALLBACK OMG

this is completely new to you; your ex-boyfriend probably never considered tasting you here, certainly not with the same desire that's painted across katsuki's face. <- DAMN RIGHT.

"hey, hey, it's my fuckin' turn." to make you fall apart, he means, just as he had. <- HOW CAN HE JUST SAY THAT

it's bullshit — how quickly he's figured you out, almost as if your body was meant to be unraveled by his hands — but then again, it didn't take you long either, did it? <- oh my GOD willow the way this made me feel....

— fuck — you've never been so turned on in all your life and it's driving you crazy; at one point in time, the thought of bakugou like this would have grossed you out, but now you think it's only like this because of him. anyone else wasn't right, not the way he is, and he's maybe a little impatient and unwieldy, but it's katsuki. <- YEP NOT CRYING LOL

omg and when he pulls away after and detangles himself and reader gets SAD oh that gets to me so much willow it's so so so sad that reader thinks he's gonna leave 😭 but then oFC he doesn't HE'S NOT LIKE THAT 🥺 and he comes back with a towel and 🥺 ohhhh HE'S SO GENTLE I'M SOBBING -> but katsuki only arranges your legs so that he can sit between them, carefully wiping you off as his cheeks burn. and you just watch him, the way he runs a hand over your skin to make sure he got it all before helping to finagle your underwear back on properly.

then!! then... is the confrontation... omg... it was so juicy... so tense... so... full of everything from their entire lives... their entire friendship... this is when i grab my tissues willow LMAO

"what now? six months, a year before you talk to me again?" <- i BROKE lmao

"the hell did you want me to say?" you could slap him, for ruining everything so quickly. wipe that stupid look off his face with your fist. "'sorry i busted a nut, you free for dinner?'" / "yeah! that sounds wonderful in comparison to coming home and avoiding me." <- THIS FELT LIKE WATCHING PINGPONG WILLOW SHDFBSA LIKE THE BACK AND FORTH ARGUING oh my god the tension WAS SO GOOD it was so good sjdhbs the lines that were dropped sjdhbhasj

the whole: 'didn't have shit to say — bakugo, what did you want me to say?' bit oh my goooood and the ugly face he makes!!! when he realises he's losing you!! OH MY GOOOOOD it's been there all this fuckin time

"'m not doin' this shit with you, not doin' this bakugou shit." <- this is when i started crying LMAO

"this," he seethes, gesturing to you and then himself before gritting his teeth so hard that they should shatter. "this is why i didn't wanna fuckin' talk to you."

the light in the kitchen makes them shine, angry and sad. "i can't—" he sighs, nostrils flaring like he's mad at himself for struggling. "go back to bakugou, not after—" a vague hand waves toward the couch. "maybe this is just, i don't know, whatever to you, but i — fuckin' can't." <- willow. the way you wrote this is just. SUBLIME. like i love the way it was chopped up, nuanced. i love that he's mad at himself for struggling!!!? that he's even struggling?!?! oh my god the vulnerability in this!! i am so in love w it

'tell me what the big fuckin' deal is'; earlier, he'd demanded it of you, why the silence mattered so much this time when it didn't seem to matter before. in the midst of your anger, you didn't think twice about his wording but now — he wanted you to say it. katsuki wanted to hear you say that it hurt to be without him for so long, and he kept his distance because he was afraid that you wouldn't <- sniffling into my tissues, dabbing my eyes

when you cup the sides of his neck, katsuki inhales sharply through his nose, pulse jumping under your fingers, and his lashes flutter against your cheeks as he opens his eyes. he pulls back enough so that you can stare at each other and you realize that eyeliner is still clinging to his lids, making him seem sharper than usual; you're a little stunned, then, at how beautiful he is. <- FULL ON SOBBING LMAO HSBFSDBJ the kiss sdfhhsdj it's so tender. just right to reassure him. OOOOUUUH i am 🥺

"i can't go back to bakugou either, dumbass." gently, you knock your forehead into his, smiling at the pout on his face. "you've totally screwed that up for me."

"only took you my whole goddamn life."

but instead there is only something soft that reflects in his eyes and the shy kiss he presses to your lips, something that he's kept safe just for you, guarded, with his stick-sword and cardboard shield. <- THIS ENDING HAD ME CRYING MORE HSDBSHJDA WILLOW PLEASE. THE STICK-SWORD AND CARDBOARD SHIELD/?!!? DSHJFBS STASWHPP

there is so much abt this that i love willow (is it obvious...) and i just have no more words... to express why... just that it made me cry and tugged at my heart... and that i am so grateful this exists 🥺 that you wrote this 🥺 thank you thank you thank you 🥺

you had only to look at me—

part one.

bakugou x f!reader

wc: 7.4k+

tags: nsfw (18+), childhood best friend bakugou, oral (f!receiving), m!masturbation, lots of "first time" talk, more angst, more virgin bakugou.

even before i was touched, i belonged to you; you had only to look at me. — the burning heart, louise glück.

this is a repost.

you and bakugou avoid each other just like you did in middle school, only it's a little too easy this time around.

he's terrible at texting back in general, and because you're not initiating any conversations on your own — or sending funny memes or bringing up all might in some capacity — the radio silence draws ever on and on.

the closest you come to interacting with him is getting a snapchat from his mom, his figure in the background at their kitchen table. all you can see is the floof of his hair and the outline of his shoulders, but you're so bothered by the fact that he's home and didn't tell you that you don't even respond.

it officiates things in a bad way; he's really, actually not speaking to you.

and it's — fucking annoying.

at least in the past the distance was mutually and wordlessly agreed upon; you didn't talk because you were busy or didn't have time or anything new to say, but whenever he's come home — because he so rarely does — bakugou has always made his usual, god-honest attempt to irritate you.

and he still is, but this time he's doing it all wrong.

you go through the five stages of grief rather quickly, jumping from denial to anger overnight. several times, you type out something to text him, each message different than the last:

i know you were at your mom's jackass ☠️

it's really not a big deal and i think we should just forget about it, if that's what you wanna do ?

if i crossed some kind of boundary with you then i'm sorry and i won't say that again so you better call me before i put your baby pictures on the internet. i'm serious.

you're my best friend and i don't think it's weird that it happened. if you're being dumb because you're embarrassed, then don't be because i thought it was really hot

unsurprisingly, you don't send any of these and instead just stew in your own aggravation. lunch with him after the whole thing had been just as empty and awkward, and you think he chose the place near your apartment just so you could walk home and he didn't have to spend another second with you.

three months go by, which isn't long compared to other stints you've spent not talking to one another, but this one drags. like a lot. the only good that comes from it is that you graduate from anger to acceptance, finalizing a future without him in it.

except for the few times he invades your brain like a little parasite, red-faced and shuddering, gripping you like a lifeline, and then your stomach flips so hard that you feel sick and it takes genuine effort to check out of that daydream and back into a bakugou-less reality.

and then he shows up at your apartment, uninvited.

his mom hosts a sunday dinner that you don't go to, for several potential reasons. one would be that you'll have to see bakugou and pretend like nothing's happened even though you're still a little peeved; two is that you'll both ignore each other, and that'll reverse all your progress because he's been ignoring you already.

three is that he might not show up, and then you'll have to pretend that it doesn't bother you all night long.

none of that sounds better than watching trash television and falling asleep on your couch, so you tell mitsuki that you're very sick and very sorry, and that you'll make it up to her later.

because of this, the first thing bakugou says to you after you swing the front door open is, "you're supposed to be fuckin' dead."

suffice to say, you're surprised to see him; still outfitted in his hero costume, mask shoved up his forehead so that his hair is wilder than usual. there's kohl smudged around his eyes, messy, and they look brighter and harsher because of it.

there's also a family-mart plastic bag in his right hand.

"what?"

he just grunts, eyes snapping over your figure, dressed down in a too-large sweater and athletic shorts meant for running even though you've never done so in them.

in his hands — still gloved — the plastic crinkles obnoxiously as he holds it out. "old hag told me to bring this to you."

a can of low sodium soup, two apples, gatorade, and something over-the-counter for nausea. there's something else at the very bottom that you don't get the chance to inspect before he interrupts with his big, fat mouth.

"y'look fine to me, so why the hell didn't you go?"

you frown at him and — don't know what to say. clearly, it seems he's going the pretend-it-never-happened route, which is infuriating because he could just as well have done that months ago. even still, he won't hardly meet your gaze, staring for only a moment before rolling his eyes and huffing, sticking them anywhere else. if you peek close, real close, you'd say his ears are a little red, but maybe you're just looking for — something.

you shrug. "didn't feel like it."

he shakes his head like that's the stupidest thing he's ever heard, eyebrow arched. "why the hell not?"

"because, bakugou, i just didn't feel like going, i don't know what else to tell you." you huff, shrugging again when he doesn't say anything. "thanks for the stuff. is that it?"

his lips twist as he thinks, giving you another once-over before sighing. under his tank-top, you watch how his chest expands, the grimace that ripples over his face as he reaches a hand to lightly feel at his right side. "need your help with somethin'."

now you're just being petulant; you snort, raising your eyebrows as his eyes narrow at the sound. "me? are you joking? you need my help with—"

he groans loud enough to drown you out. "y'gonna let me in or y'just gonna run your mouth?" and so you step aside to wave him in wordlessly.

the backpack on his shoulder dumps to the ground by the door and he strolls into the kitchen like he owns the place, despite the fact that he's never been here before. you've lived in the unit for a year, but meetups are so infrequent and showing it off to him was never considered — until now; watching him shuffle through the bag on the counter, your nerves spike at the reality check.

alone together, again. in your apartment. well after dark.

that image of him is so — invasive, sweeping in at the worst times: between your legs, face as red as his eyes, the little moan he kept trying to swallow. how embarrassed he seemed when you asked if he felt good, if you felt good, and the fact that he still admitted it despite everything.

your entire body blazes like a flame to gasoline, and you try to focus on what else he's taking out of the bag, oblivious.

does he think about it at all? the way you have? at the root of the situation, that's what has been most bothersome: is he grossed out? simply embarrassed? does he feel taken advantage of? did he enjoy it and just doesn't know how to say it? the not knowing is driving you insane.

"i got—" bakugou awkwardly angles his body, gently touching at his side again. in his hands is a simple pack of first-aid supplies, like a wound wash and bandages and medical tape. "need you to change this shit for me."

"oh?" is all you can manage to say, still distracted, and whatever is obvious in your voice has his eyes snapping to you from across the kitchen, adam's apple bobbing. you clear your throat, struggling for normalcy. "the hell did you do?"

he's — going to take his shirt off. clearly, by the way he stretches out his shoulders and then slowly reaches behind himself to grab the material by the back, carefully pulling it up over his head with a low, stinging hiss.

bakugou's always been a lean kid — guy — but pulled so taut like that, after years of working out muscles you didn't even know he had, he looks — stupidly shredded, and the slow reveal of his tight stomach is not helping you to focus.

you just never realized how hot it was, because you never looked at him like that. until recently.

his mask comes off with his shirt and he tosses both onto the kitchen counter — again, as if he pays the bills here — and his hair is a mess and he usually doesn't care, but he runs a hand through it several times before finally looking back at you, eyes outlined in black.

"y'gonna help me or...?" he shrugs, trying to appear impassive — but it's too obvious; something's shifted, for the both of you.

you don't trust your voice anymore, so you just shuffle over to him, frowning at the dirty, worn bandage that's already unsticking from his skin. with his teeth, he pulls off his gloves and it's a wonder why he even wears them, really, because his hands are filthy underneath, covered in soot and black-stained grease.

standing like he is, arm slightly raised, you can see all his sweat, muscles shifting under his skin as he breathes, and his hairy armpit is staring you in the face and you don't know when he stopped being 12 and started being 20 and when he became such a man. it's not fair, that he should suddenly be so — attractive.

"you're disgusting," you tell him — and mean it — and it's met with such hot and irritated surprise that you have to keep talking before he explodes. "you should probably take a shower before putting on a new bandage."

it's road-rash up his right side, still shiny and wet and blood red. still raw. just looking at it is enough to make you cringe.

bakugou huffs, exasperated. "okay, gimme a towel then."

"i didn't mean take a shower here!" you squawk, taking a step back as if to further yourself from the suggestion.

detonation imminent; bakugou curls his hands into fists and the same muffled warning you've been getting your whole life crackles. "okay," he says, voice thin and razor sharp. "you're coming back to mine then?"

your whole life flashes before your eyes — or at least the few minutes it took for him to lose his shit between your legs. "what? no, why would i?"

"i need your help with this, dip-shit!"

"you're saying there's no one else that can—"

"if you want me to fuck off, just say so!"

things go silent, startlingly so. totally still, except for the rising flush across his face, one that you used to read as annoyance but are now translating into something else you never could have expected from him: embarrassment. it's starting to give you whiplash, how much you're discovering despite knowing him all your life.

"closet is at the end of hall," you say in surrender. "bathroom will be on your left."

bakugou mutters a quiet, angry little "jesus" before stalking back to the front door to get his bag, and then he's disappearing into the dark of your apartment.

you slump down on your couch and — struggle. watching the tv and absorbing nothing; it's a rerun anyway. the sudden, overwhelming urge to cry washes over you as the shower spray sounds in the background, followed by a low-timbered swear and the clatter of several bottles against the tub.

it's easy to butt heads with bakugou. you don't think there is any other way to interact with him, really, because he's so argumentative and that used to be okay, but now things are — off. you don't know what he's doing, what he wants, why he's here and in your shower when he could be at home or getting patched up at his agency. all the conclusions you can come to are frightening, a little, and they're hard to fathom; is he — does he want more?

is this just because he's a guy that got some action and is looking for a second round, or is this because it's you?

this stupid situation has only added an unnecessary amount of drama to your life, and you think maybe the pretend-it-never-happened route is the smartest path, even if you can't stop thinking about him and the strength coiled in his biceps, in his shoulders, and how tall he's become and — when did he lose most of the baby fat in his face, and when did he get such a sharp jawline?

how much is he working out, to get his body like that? he used to be a skinny, scrappy little thing and now — he can probably lift a truck over his head. must run all the time, though he's always been active, and you've never looked before, but you wonder how nice his ass is.

what he looks like under the shower, soapy and wet.

furiously, you blink out of your daydream, feeling like a foreign body in your own skin; if someone would have told you only a handful of months ago that you'd be having weird, sensual thoughts about your best friend, you would have laughed so hard you'd cried. or puked.

but if anyone else stands in that picture with him, your heart squeezes painfully. traitorously. already, you've shared so many memories with him; the start of elementary school, learning how to swim, giving each other equally bruised faces, staying up all night to study for important exams, tackling middle school graduation side-by-side, him making himself at home in your first apartment, just as you had done in his.

the devil on your shoulder asks: what's a few more firsts?

it seems like the shower stops in record time, but when you hone back in on the tv, the episode has changed and new drama is settling in. distantly, the rattle of the doorknob is more aggressive than it needs to be and when the echo of a swung-open door trails down the hallway, your heart suspends in your throat. never have you had to think this much just to be around him, and it's bothersome.

clean and relaxed, he's — softer; you spare a quick glance at him when he comes to stand beside the couch, distracted by the show on screen, and his hair is damp, starting to stick out again the more it dries. his muscles aren't made of marble anymore; still there and rippling, but he breathes calmly and his skin is baby smooth, tender. you eye his tummy and the line of fine hair running down into the waistband of his sweats, and do your best to ignore the sudden desire to kiss right above his belly-button.

"since when are they talking again?"

just as he looks at you, your gaze shoots back to the screen, eyes narrowing as you try to rapidly remember what's happening in the day-to-day for stay-at-home, pro-hero wives.

"uh," you blink, distracted — and he notices, "what do you mean? they've been hanging out, like, all season."

bakugou watches the tv in silence, occasionally glancing down to the bandage in his hands as he carefully spreads it out, as he dampens the towel with the antiseptic and dabs at his wounds. 

"even after she hit on whatshername's husband?"

"yeah, that was a misunderstanding," you frown at him but he doesn't see it. "remember when they went to that dinner party and all hell broke loose because—"

his flat look serves for a rude interruption. "they go to a lot of fuckin' dinner parties."

"i know, but," you scoff, annoyed, "have you even watched this season?"

bakugou scoffs, mocking and over-dramatic, "yeah, as if i've got all day to sit on my ass and watch your stupid girly—"

"you're watching it right now."

"because you've got it on!" he huffs when you sink into the couch, resolutely trying to ignore him. “start it over then, if you’re gonna cry about it.”

you gape up at him, going as far as to pause the show so that maybe he’ll acknowledge you and all your annoyance; he doesn’t. “start it over? this is, like, episode 26!”

“so? got a hot date or what?”

he’s not at all interested in the answer and that’s obvious when he spins around and holds out the bandage expectantly, staring down at the scrape — glowing red and angry, a mirrored wound you can feel scabbing across your own skin; itchy and irritating. 

finally he looks at you properly, frowning softly and — you see him then, can feel the tension lining his body as you carefully tape on his bandage. trying to hide how uncomfortable he is, though you he’s never had to do so with you in all of — forever. it’s nauseating, and again you're struck by the image of him, only now it's of the horror that had been on his face afterwards, at what you’d done.

it pushes everything over the edge; quietly, so that your voice doesn’t expose anything, you say, “you haven’t spoken to me in three months.”

silence weighs in the air immediately, heavy, and you watch him try to appear unbothered, shrugging as he stares back at the unmoving tv, jaw tight. “phone works both ways.”

“yeah, but,” your hands drop as he steps away to pull on a loose shirt, and you curl your fists into your own. just as he has. “i’m always the one having to reach out—”

“so why didn’t you?”

“what?” frustrated, you massage your temples, trying to soothe the nuclear headache threatening to incinerate you. “are you seriously trying to—”

“what’s the big deal?” he huffs, slumping down into the far corner of the couch before cringing, swearing as he gently touches at his bandage. “you’ve gone longer than that without talkin’ to me, so…”

the tone of his voice is infuriating, as if this is somehow all your fault — and maybe it is, because you shouldn’t have crossed such a boundary with him, but — he can be such a dick.

“it’s not just me bakugou, you could have just as easily picked up the phone, too!” your teeth grind when he shrugs again, leaning his head against his fist as he looks anywhere else. it almost looks like guilt that's dragging his expression down, but you know better than to assume he could feel such a thing. “you always—”

“jesus, if i always do this—”

“shut up for a second, damn!” and then because you can’t stand the stupid look on his face, you kick him in the thigh for good measure; it garners a warning glare, his teeth bared.

he easily catches you by the ankle when you try to kick him again. "tell me what the big fuckin' deal is."

"the big deal? oh, you mean besides the fact that you totally came in your pants?"

it stuns him for a second, eyes wide and face pale, before he's yanking you across the couch, narrowly avoiding the knee aimed for his gut. "you—fucking—!" a smack lands across the back of his head when he ducks and he plants a heavy hand over your face, forcing you to close your eyes and turn away.

"you're gonna blow my head off!"

"if i wanted you dead, you—" he intercepts the hand you blindly reach up with, crossing it awkwardly over your chest so that you're pinned down like a wild animal. "you would be!"

"kiss my ass, katsuki." you snark, and it does something to him, your use of his first name, because he's still for a moment before sitting back and collecting your wrists correctly, to hold against the couch arm above your head.

"you're such a fucking—" he swoops in so low that his nose almost brushes yours and he grabs the front of your sweater with his free hand, like he's gonna shake you down for some lunch money. "fuck, i could just—" and then he groans long and loud, so annoyed he can't find the words.

"yeah, well—"

"shut up," he lightly knocks his forehead into your cheekbone with another dissatisfied sound, letting out a heavy sigh as he sinks his face down into your neck.

all your muscles tighten on instinct, waiting for the sharp bite that's due any second — but his fingers only uncurl from the material of your sweater, slowly slipping around to tangle into the hair at the nape of your neck. his pull there is a little tight, enough for you to know he's got you, but not so much that you're head is aching; you can't imagine you have a sensitive scalp, anyway, after growing up around him.

you want to say something — which is an annoying realization because now you feel like too much of a talker — but you just focus on the heave of his chest over yours, the breath that moves through him. the minute jostle of his hips as he settles further into the space between your legs, almost comfortable. the slight swell of something unfamiliar against your inner thigh.

bakugou presses his face a little further into you, warm, and the tip of his nose drags along the column of your throat. successfully sedating you, distracted by the feel of his parted lips against your skin.

your body is hot all over, very suddenly; the sweater now feels like a death trap and hopefully you don't smell weird, though it's never been a worry before, not around him, and your adrenaline is rushing and you're kinda tired of acting like you don't know why that is.

fuck pretend-it-never-happened. it's been a long three months.

he's almost entirely pressed against you, but there is a small gap of space that closes when you open your legs a little wider, hitching them around his waist as his breath stutters against your neck.

it's happened so quick, so effortlessly yet again; you give a purposeful roll of your hips upward and are lost in him all over.

only — it's different than it was before because straddling his lap hadn't done much for you, but now the weighted outline of him is right against your center and the pressure that drags across you sends tingles up your spine and has your toes curling in your socks. when you let out a tiny gasp at the stomach-flipping sensation, tension coils in every curve of his body and the grip around your wrists and in your hair only tightens.

you can't help it; you let out a "katsuki" in the same heady tone as you did in his apartment and it has him falling easily into the slow grind you've been unable to stop thinking about. what shifts across his face is obvious, against your throat, like the scrunch of his brow and the slow drop of his mouth. he tries to muffle his breathy "oh" into your skin, but it echoes throughout your entire body, has an ache beginning between your thighs that he's already soothing.

the nip comes then, teeth sinking gently into your neck as you weakly cry out in surprise, but it's only for a moment before his tongue — wet and heavy and wide — is tasting over your jugular, lips closing around your skin as he sucks experimentally. you let out a proper moan then, squirming against his hands and up into him so that the pressure doubles for the both of you.

katsuki finally relinquishes your wrists, carding his hand down your body before coming to squeeze your hip, your thigh, locking your leg tight around his waist. "yeah," he rasps, voice deeper than you've ever heard it as he presses his forehead into yours. "how do you fuckin' like it?"

being bitten, he means, vengefully, but you're spread open beneath him and he's rutting the hard length of himself against you roughly, eagerly, and panting open-mouthed and you tighten up at the aggression in his tone and in his hands and his very being and —

"fuck," you gasp, loud and wanton, "fuck, katsuki—"

and then you are kissing your best friend.

the boy from down the street that always ruined your hair and taught you where to place your thumb if you were gonna throw a punch. that used his empty pen cartridge to blow spitballs at you and mocked you for losing crane games, even though he ended up giving you the stupid stuffed animal anyway. that had to be king of the castle, with his stick-sword and cardboard shield. that demanded you be his queen, weeds he picked for you woven carefully into your hair by his hands.

katsuki kisses like he's shy — another term you've never thought of in relation to him and all his fire and brimstone; it's slow and a little delayed in comparison to what his hips are doing, as if he's in his head too much and is trying to figure how to move his lips and when. tentative and chaste, until you run your tongue along the seam of his mouth and pry him open a little more.

it's making you hungry; that possessiveness from before is creeping back in, eager to have him in ways nobody else has. you arch into him, biting at his lips and sighing into his mouth as goosebumps break out across his skin.

with a slant of his head, he deepens the kiss and you can feel his nostrils flaring, the fingernails scratching against your scalp, the bruises he's probably leaving on your thigh. he lets up only to breathe, panting into your ear when he begins to bite and suck on your skin again; your earlobe and neck and even the cut of your jaw. like maybe he's hungry, too.

you fist a hand into his shirt just to tug it up his body, feeling the strong contract of his stomach when your fingers ghost against him. katsuki gets the hint quickly, rising up to his knees to tear the material off — much more harshly than he did before, which has you eying his crinkled bandage — and you move fast to take advantage of the new space.

it gives him pause when you yank down your shorts, pulling your legs back to slip them off and fling them somewhere across the room. his face goes red again, and his heaving chest, too, and his eyelids flutter as he takes in the sight of your flimsy, damp cotton underwear. you start to pull the sweater up your stomach, but he's watching so intently — so ravenous — that you get shy, without a bra underneath the too-hot fabric.

in any other situation, katsuki would have grabbed onto this moment, your hesitation, and held it over your head to come back and poke at. cataloged this little weak spot for future arguments, but now —

not once has he ever been gentle with you in anything; it's enough of a surprise that that's even a possibility for him, for the two of you, but he presses his body back into yours and kisses you deep, calloused fingers tracing over the new skin exposed to him. he doesn't try to push the sweater up any further, but one hand slips up your back, to splay between your shoulder-blades like it had before, and he's so close and you've never known him to be this — careful. with anything.

"y'r so—" katsuki rolls his hips again and groans, whispering against your lips. "fuckin' soft."

his sweatpants are still on and you don't know why, but when you reach down to help tug them off, he grabs your wrist before they can go too far.

he presses the heat from his cheeks into your own, like he wants to share it. "you done this before?"

"have you?"

he frowns at your non-answer. "i asked first."

you have. three times, technically, though a phantom pain echoes in your stomach at the memories, and you feel an odd emptiness in your chest that makes you really glad to have the sweater still on. your answer leaves you a little ashamed, under his gaze, and you purposely turn from it. "would...that bother you?"

before, you wouldn't have cared, didn't care, nor were you even thinking of him when it happened. wherever he must have been; u.a, probably, getting ready to make his lifelong dreams a reality while you trusted a boy that didn't look at you the way katsuki is now. that didn't hold you and touch you and kiss you the way your best friend has.

he scoffs, though it doesn't sound as careless as it usually does and he squeezes his eyes shut so you can't read them. the truth that's hidden there. "no," he lies, "why would—" but he doesn't finish, just sighs.

"it was awful anyway," you tell him, offering a small smile when he peeks down at you. he doesn't say anything, so you kiss him once, twice, until his tension is melting away. "should have been you."

the grip on your thigh turns almost painful and he grinds into you so roughly that you both gasp, loud in the tight, barely-there space between you. "yeah," he rasps, sucking another bruise into the hollow of your throat. "fuckin' should have."

you try to imagine it; eighteen and nervous, naked in front of him for the first time since you were seven and got into paint from his mom's workshop, when she made you both strip down in the same room, furious. how different he might have been with you then, how much more unsure. kinder than your ex, without a doubt, even for katsuki, and he probably wouldn't have even gone through with the whole thing, considering how uncomfortable the first time is.

or maybe it wouldn't have been, with him; maybe he would have looked into it, taken the time to wind you up the same way he is now so that you were eager and wet and ready. looking down at you with his wide, almost-black eyes in the dim light of a table lamp. another first to share.

"if i'd have just," he huffs, allowing his sweats to slip down past his hips. shoulders trembling when he makes you moan out his name again. "fuckin'—grown a pair 'n told you—"

the weight of him becomes more obvious, the straining bulge he's rocking into your core, and seeing it is — really getting to you; wearing such tight boxers, you can tell just how close the pink tip of him is to his waistband, nearly peeking out from just how hard he is.

it takes a shrug to get him out of your shoulder, so you can press your lips back to his. "can still be you, katsuki," you breathe, biting on his bottom lip until his tiny frown is gone. "if you want, it can still be you."

for a minute, he indulges himself in the greedy kiss you're giving him, testing strokes of his tongue against your own as his hips stutter out of rhythm — but it's when your fingers brush through the hair at the base of his stomach, trying to slip a hand into his boxers, that he's gasping into your mouth and pushing his body up and away.

determination settles over his face then — along with his vibrant flush — and he doesn't say anything as he grabs you like it's nothing and scoots you up the couch so that your back is pressed to the arm, propped up. once he settles between your thighs, he just rests his face into the plush of your stomach — which is humiliating and has you squirming, but the firmness returns to his hands; holding your hips so that you'll still, so that he can kiss right above your belly button, just as you wanted to do to him.

heat flares in your own cheeks — and down your chest and in your ears and searing on the back of your neck — when you feel the first puff of his warm breath against your underwear, where you're sensitive and slick and aching.

this is completely new to you; your ex-boyfriend probably never considered tasting you here, certainly not with the same desire that's painted across katsuki's face. you have to slap your hands over your eyes and bite your lip, embarrassed, suddenly, at how desperate the simple press of his mouth to your underwear makes you.

"hey, hey," katsuki grunts, pinching at your hips until you peek at him through your fingers. the highlights of his cheeks are crimson and his eyes are black, glaring with an intensity that makes you shiver. "it's my fuckin' turn."

to make you fall apart, he means, just as he had.

at the first hot drag of his tongue against the material, you squirm, leaning your head back so that your expression is hidden. another grunt comes from him, you think in dissatisfaction, but he continues, laving until your mouth is falling open and the fabric between you is drenched.

he's gone just long enough to be replaced by the ghost of his thumb, touching you much too-gently. hunger has you stealing another look at him, watching behind your hands as he stares, blatantly, at the mess he's already made of you, stroking the pad of his finger against the sodden material in interest.

discovering; a curious swipe over where you're aching has you sighing and trembling and his eyes jump back up to your covered face, open mouth curling into the faintest smirk as he does it again and again and again. it's bullshit — how quickly he's figured you out, almost as if your body was meant to be unraveled by his hands — but then again, it didn't take you long either, did it?

"katsuki," you hiss, digging a hand into the hair at the crown of his head, tugging on it until his smile is dropping and his eyes are lidding. your body is on fire and your legs are trying to close around his head, hips squirming as he toys with you, like the little brat he is.

deadly serious, he grabs your underwear and holds it tightly in his fist so that you can wiggle one leg free, and then he's tugging it out of his way and devouring you whole.

it's sloppy, the mixture of spit and slick as runs his tongue through you, wet and wide, and you're so sensitive that you squeak out in surprise, fingers tightening. a groan punches from deep in his chest and your hips buck at the vibration of it, drawn so tight already.

"oh my—" you gasp, dropping your other hand from your face to grip the couch; eyes closed, you're somewhere else entirely, lost in the clumsy swirl of pleasure between your thighs.

katsuki raises his head to breathe, reaffirming your grip in his hair by wrapping his fingers tight over your own. at the shiny sight of his mouth, you can't help but to whimper with a needy roll of your hips, until he's simply sticking out his tongue and allowing you to ride it, to use it as you need to. it's embarrassing, how desperate you are, but his eyes are knife-sharp and trained on you and you've never experienced anything like this.

he moves then, slipping one hand further up under your sweater, cupping your breast carefully as his lids flutter — and the other is shoved between his hips and where they're pressed into the couch. you tighten up at just the idea of him rutting into his hand while kissing your messy slit, moaning openly, head falling back as your eyes start to roll.

this is — fuck — you've never been so turned on in all your life and it's driving you crazy; at one point in time, the thought of bakugou like this would have grossed you out, but now you think it's only like this because of him. anyone else wasn't right, not the way he is, and he's maybe a little impatient and unwieldy, but it's katsuki. between your legs with his mouth on you — something he wanted — and his fingers are brushing over your nipple and the other is down his pants, wrist flexing and —

"fuck, oh fuck, i—" you try to sit up, chasing blindly after the high, but he forces you back down. a long groan is muffled by your skin and when he lifts his chin just a little, a glob of spit falls off his lips and the sight makes your toes curl before he presses back into you and sucks.

everything goes blank as you free-fall into him and you cum quietly, muscles so taut in your body that your voice can't even squeeze out of your throat. the minute you're able to breathe, he's biting a mark into your thigh and yanking you back down under him, lips slick against yours.

tasting yourself on his tongue has you coming out of the heady haze, ravenous; katsuki helps you to shove his boxers down, though he can only gasp tightly when he grinds against you, coating himself.

"'m not—" his soft hair tickles your face when he shakes his head, arms trembling beside your head. "i won't be able to—"

"keep going," you breathe, smearing your mess over the tip of him and down his length as he groans. "i don't care, keep going."

he smashes his lips to yours, though he's only able to meet the pump of your hand a few times before dropping his forehead to your shoulder, spine curling, fingers digging into your hair. katsuki swears long and low, eventually letting out a soft sound you wouldn't have expected from him as his entire body tenses and he spills onto your stomach.

"goddamn it," he moans into the fabric of your sweater, weary, after a long moment. "now 'm fuckin' tired."

and for some reason that makes you laugh, though the lust is dissipating and your nerves are trembling at the memory of how this ended last time. katsuki pulls away suddenly, making your stomach drop, and he doesn't look at you as he detangles himself, awkwardly shuffling away from the couch and out of sight.

you frown down at the mess on your stomach, the way it's pooling in your belly-button — and you'll be damned to let him leave you like this, but just as you finishing reciting over and over what you want to say, he appears, towel in hand.

it's still damp from his shower and you tense on instinct, waiting for him to start twirling it with that stupid grin on his face, but katsuki only arranges your legs so that he can sit between them, carefully wiping you off as his cheeks burn. and you just watch him, the way he runs a hand over your skin to make sure he got it all before helping to finagle your underwear back on properly.

then he just looks at the tv, unmoving. if he's trying to appear casual at all, it's a piss-poor job — but he's never been able to keep his fat mouth shut for long.

the look he gives you lacks its usual heat, though you can't tell if that's just because he's drained or if he's withdrawn for another reason. "what now? six months, a year before you talk to me again?"

and you're annoyed all over again.

"what?" you return his weak glare, sitting up properly so that you're right in his face. "are you kidding me? you didn't talk to me either."

"the hell did you want me to say?" he scoffs and — you could slap him, for ruining everything so quickly. wipe that stupid look off his face with your fist. "'sorry i busted a nut, you free for dinner?'"

"yeah!" the shrill tone of your voice makes his eyes widen, and you throw your hands up in the air, incensed. "that sounds wonderful in comparison to coming home and avoiding me."

"i didn't avoid you," he mutters, though his eyes drift back to the tv. "just didn't have shit to say."

"bakugou," you slap your hands over your face for the second time, though this one is much worse than the last. "how is that fucking fair? what did you want me to say?"

and now — his eyes are full and furious, mouth curling down into an ugly frown that you've so rarely had the pleasure of seeing on his face; every time his mother made you go home and when you told him you weren't gonna try to test into u.a. when he overheard your girl friends teasing you for liking an older boy in your school.

when he was losing you, you realize.

"'m not doin' this shit with you," he mutters, definitive, before swiping his shirt up off the floor and standing. "not doin' this bakugou shit."

"oh my god," you groan, rising, too, because your stomach is twisting at the thought of him leaving again, no matter how angry he's making you. "what does that even mean?"

you trail him as he stomps into your kitchen to grab his work shirt and mask from the counter, trying to interrupt him at every turn, and the scowl on his face only grows when you shoot to stand in front of the door, just as he reaches for his bag.

"you can't—"

"this," he seethes, gesturing to you and then himself before gritting his teeth so hard that they should shatter. "this is why i didn't wanna fuckin' talk to you."

you knew he didn't. the minute lunch ended and when you made out his shape in mitsuki's snapchat: you knew. but hearing it from his mouth is as much of a confirmation as it is a kick in the gut.

there's more he's struggling to say, mouth shifting as he chews on the words and the skin of his lips. his gaze jumps from you to the door to something on the counter before he's swallowing again, staring down at you with brand new eyes.

the light in the kitchen makes them shine, angry and sad. "i can't—" he sighs, nostrils flaring like he's mad at himself for struggling. "go back to bakugou, not after—" a vague hand waves toward the couch. "maybe this is just, i don't know, whatever to you, but i — fuckin' can't."

tell me what the big fuckin' deal is; earlier, he'd demanded it of you, why the silence mattered so much this time when it didn't seem to matter before. in the midst of your anger, you didn't think twice about his wording but now —

he wanted you to say it. katsuki wanted to hear you say that it hurt to be without him for so long, and he kept his distance because he was afraid that you wouldn't.

"you're so stupid," you mutter it quietly, and his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, enraged, but before he can get another dumb word out, you loop your arms around his neck and just — kiss him.

not crazy or wild or lust-driven, just your lips to his, slowly working him out of the shell he's tried to hide behind.

the bag in his hand hits the ground with a soft thud and then his arm is wrapping around your back, tugging you to him as he finally breathes and opens his mouth — and lets you in.

when you cup the sides of his neck, katsuki inhales sharply through his nose, pulse jumping under your fingers, and his lashes flutter against your cheeks as he opens his eyes. he pulls back enough so that you can stare at each other and you realize that eyeliner is still clinging to his lids, making him seem sharper than usual.

you're a little stunned, then, at how beautiful he is. 

"i can't go back to bakugou either, dumbass." gently, you knock your forehead into his, smiling at the pout on his face. "you've totally screwed that up for me."

"yeah, well," he huffs, "about time. only took you all my goddamn life."

"sorry i'm late."

"what else is new?" he rolls his eyes and you squeak, indignant, before sticking your tongue out at him, patience worn thin already.

you expect a bite or a pinch to the cheek or another rough violence that falls along the lines that have made up your relationship thus far — but instead there is only something soft that reflects in his eyes and the shy kiss he presses to your lips, something that he's kept safe just for you, guarded, with his stick-sword and cardboard shield.

[d3sperate-enuf]

Hey! I saw and loved your animals reacting to Deku baku and tama. But what if it was like a snake? And y/n had a snake depending quirk and the snake absolutely hated them with a burning passion. quirk idea: mental bond(bound to an animal as soon as you get the quirk! Draw back you die when it dies but you can do anything the animal can do and even get some shapeshiftng abilities from the animal)

Watch me speedrun my requests-

Okay but like a snake would be a huge ass difference from the feline and canine since it could and would attack-

Ngl this was fun to do.

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Characters used- Midoriya Izuku,Bakugo Katsuki, Amajiki Tamiki

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A feline this boy is fine he really is-

Now a snake you say, well that is a whole other story.

I think that when he first met you pre-obession he was damn interested in your quirk.

But now- nah its a pain in the ass.

The damn reptile had once attempted to choke him.

You were his saviour ✨

He would gladly kill the snake any chance given but then you would gladly give his ass a whooping as well.

Your quirk allows you to bond with the animal so if he kills it, you will know-

Just saying- a angry [Name] isn't a good one.

He can't even sit a meter close to you without the snake baring it's fangs.

Overall, he despises it and wishes it's demise.

Nah cause just listen to me-

He doesn't give a shit if it's a canine or a reptile.

You caught him fighting with the snake once.

No one won, you stopped the fight.

Just saying, regardless of his brash attitude he gives a damn about your feelings and would try not to kill the snake.

Mama Mitsuki raised her boy right-

But at some point he really did want to toture the snake.

He couldn't even stalk you without the snake catching him and baring its fangs as a threat.

Yes the snake has tried to wake you up.

The closest this man can get to you is when you both are on the same couch because that's how close the snake allows.

You can't leave the snake and Katsuki in a room alone-

Kastsuki is planning to end its life, but we don't know when.

Overall, man's hates the snake but is keeping his shit together for you.

As it if the poor boy was already bullied by the feline now what would a snake do-

Nah cause the snake attacked him once and you had to save him.

He doesn't want to hurt something that was precious to you.

He's obsessed but still a good one.

He legit stays clear of the snake.

So like he would only come close to you when he sees that the snake is in its tank or smth.

At some point the snake felt bad for him.

So yeah he can get close to you without the snake attempting to murder him.

But not too close tho-

Well at least it's better than the other two lmao.

So like he wouldn't really want to kill the snake bc it wasn’t that big of a problem anymore.

Overall, he doesn't really hate the reptile that much but if it becomes too much of an issue yeah rip that snake ayee.

[ihatebnha]

thoughts on doing bkgs makeup for fun 🎤 🎤 🎤

did a little bit of this here, but to continue:

(edit: if u want this turned into a hc list for easier reading access just lmk!)

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I think it's one of those thing bakugo acts all grumpy about (which... when does he not?) but is actually totally cool with. his masculinity isn't fragile at all, so having a little makeup session is fine if it means a free "face massage" (thats what he calls it) and some time with you.

i also think he gets weirdly into it. like after all the half-swearing and grumbling, he settles down all nice and closes his eyes for the most part. definitely peaks when he hears new things being opened so he knows what colors you're using on him (and can point out shades he thinks are "better," aka: LIKES).

"you like the shade?" + "whatever. either way i'll look like a traffic cone. do more red."

ANYWAY foundation is obvs hard but absolutely you can and should contour him. and bake his eyes, even if he gets mad when he sees what he looks like before it's all done. dramatic ass with the, "oh my... fuck. i've changed my mind about this shit" PLEASE!!!!

also he says no to eyelashes bc he think they'll rip his off. tries to fight you on it.

but like, overall. since this man does not give A Fuck whether you wear makeup or not, he sorta sees the value in it, too... if that makes sense.

he knows that it takes a lot of effort, he knows why/when/how it's used... so when + if it's for fun, he's definitely not gonna bother you wanting to put it on him. if anything he's... weirdly (as in, he wouldn't SAY this to u) touched ur including him. he probably honestly figures that u don't care about his makeup opinions at first LOOOL (even tho i think he's good at picking shades for u when you go shopping together. picks random ass colors that end up looking GREAT).

... and also this is so cute to me... on the days when he's around for your morning routine, he'll pop into the room just to stare at you for a bit, and when you notice, lean down so you can include him in the process. if you're doing highlighter, he gets a little bit on his cheek, moisturizer, blush, lipstick, whatever.

Gives u a mean smile when it's done, too. he knows he looks good LOL. now kiss.

(and then he goes into work and gets hit with a "what's.... is that glitter on your cheek?" from denki.

no. it's highlighter. but ofc he doesn't say that, either<3)

[mythiccheroacademia]

What You Fight About

part 2

A/N: just something I thought about

Headcanon: what you two would fight about the most

Warnings: toxic behaviors, yelling, cursing, angst

Midoriya Izuku:

his absence

being the number one hero is demanding

it’s also been his dream since he could remember

you understood that, but that didn’t mean it didn’t frustrate you when he’d disappear for days at a time

izuku tries to balance his job and home life

but it isn't enough

~~~

You and Izuku don’t fight much. In fact, you never really do. You’re both so compromising that disagreements rarely happen.

But when your kid is involved, that complacency slips away. Even when it comes to one another.

“I’m done talking about this.”

“Honey, why won’t you just listen to me?” he begged, but the irritation in his tone gave it more sharpness than he intended. “[S/N] doesn’t need the tutor. It’s just the teacher.”

You began to pick up the leftover toys from floor more so to expel pent up energy rather than to simply clean. You scoffed, shaking your head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Excuse me?” Midoriya snipped. His eyes followed you as you discarded the toys and crossed your arms beside the couch, finally giving him your attention. “I think I know my own son, Y/N.”

Izuku cared so much for your child and you knew that. But that underlying message your brain processed within his words pissed you off.

“And you think I don’t?”

“I just don’t think you’re giving him enough credit.”

An incredulous laugh left your lips before they moved into a frown. “He’s failing 4th grade, Izuku. We can’t move him to a different classroom every time he gets a bad grade. At some point, we have to take responsibility! He needs the extra help!”

“You just don’t understand,” the hero muttered, running a hand through his hair.

What he said shouldn’t have set you off, but it did. Everything suddenly flooded your head. All the stress you had to deal with alone bubbled up your throat and exploded.

“No, you don’t understand!”

“Yes I do!”

“How!? You’re barely in his fucking life anyways!”

It went silent shortly after that.

The outburst felt good, but the aftermath made your squeeze with guilt. Izuku’s frown softened into shock before melting into something deeper than pain.

Once your words finally processed through your head, you immediately tried to take it back.

“Izuku, I didn’t mean that—”

“Yes you did.”

You thickly swallowed and averted your eyes to the floor. He was right. You did. You’d been wanting to say it for so long, but this wasn’t the way you planned to deliver those thoughts.

Your gaze moved back to your husband once he gathered his duffle bag and slid on his shoes.

“Baby,” you sighed, your voice much softer than before. It was almost insane how easily the anger left you. “Where are you going?”

You wilted with his next words. “I’ll stay over at the agency. To give you some space. We’ll talk more after we’ve both cooled down,” he sadly smiled.

Despite the hurt silver-lining his green eyes, Midoriya softly held your chin and kissed your forehead. Something he always did when your disagreements didn’t end on a good note. As if to reassure you that, even though he was upset, he still loved you all the same.

And that just made you feel worse.

“’Zuku—”

“Don’t worry about [S/N]. I’ll take him to school tomorrow.” He paused to look you in your eyes. “I love you, always.”

“I love you too,” you quietly resigned and watched him disappear behind the front door leaving you to let your head fall into your hands.

Bakugo Katsuki

his jealousy

bakugo is confident in many areas of his life

it’s one of his qualities that won you over

but he still had those tiny insecurities that showed up in large ways

aka losing you

and he had no idea how to handle it

~~~

The alcohol probably wasn’t a good idea considering Bakugo was already noticeably pissed on the way to the house party. But everyone assumed it was just another one of his moods he’d get over sooner or later. He wasn’t a drinker, but a beer or two usually loosened him up.

However, your friends looked at each other with worry behind the door to the room you two were in. Despite the party lights and booming stereo, they could hear the angry muffled yelling you two were doing.

You were 100% drunk, but you were 110% sure this man was telling you to stay away from your friend. Your best friend.

“If it’s one thing you have, it’s the audacity,” you sassily quipped.

“I’m not fucking playing around with you, Y/N,” Bakugo snapped with too much bite than you cared to hear. “I want you to stay away from that two-bagged eyed bastard!”

“You always do this! Shinsou’s my friend!”

The redness in his ears wasn’t only from the drinks as his nostrils flared with barely contained irritation. “Friend my ass. You didn’t see the way he was looking at you, and that fucker had the nerve to grab you in front of me!”

“He was moving me out of the way!”

“He fucking felt you up is what he did!”

You smacked your teeth, entirely done with the argument. You weren’t getting anywhere. “Now you’re just being delusional.”

Bakugo pinched the bridge of his nose and blew out in a desperate attempt to calm himself. A feat even he was surprised about considering the situation. He tried so hard to not be as explosive, to reign in his emotions, for you. But his jealousy burned hot within his veins.

“Y/N. I’m asking you, as your man, to put some distance between you and Shinsou,” he lowly warned.

Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, but the words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. “Like hell I will. Hitoshi’s been here longer than you have by years. I’m not gonna drop him just because you feel insecure.”

That withered away any form of self-restraint Katsuki had left. He felt exposed and hurt. And dealt with that the best way he knew how.

His hazy brain clouded over with anger and he went on the defensive.

“I bet you want him.”

“What? No I don’t?”

“You’re probably sleeping with him behind my fucking back,” he dryly laughed. “Am I not good enough anymore? Is that it?”

You were quickly sobering up. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? Of course not! I’m not a cheater!”

“Then why won’t cut him off, damn it!?”

Your voices rose in volumes too high for comfort. The crackle in his palms didn’t scare you one bit, but it was enough for Kirishima and Mina to come in and try to separate you two.

You ignored their pleading and the two of your found each other in the other’s face.

“Why are you so jealous!?”

“BECAUSE HE’S TAKING YOU AWAY FROM ME!!”

“NO HE’S NOT!

“IT’S SO EASY FOR YOU TO DEFEND HIM AND PROBABLY JUST AS EASY FOR YOU TO SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS—"

A resounding slap cut him short. That seemed to snap him out of whatever alcohol induced rage he was in. However, Bakugo only had a moment to register your expression of disgust before Kirishima pulled him away.

“Fuck you, asshole” was the last thing you said before Mina lead into the hallway.

Kirishima watched his friend’s breathing turn ragged with each puff.

“Come on, man. Let’s just—”

“FUCK!” Katsuki roared before throwing a nearby water bottle to the floor. He fisted his hair and clenched his teeth.

He messed up. Big time.

And as upset as he was with himself, he couldn’t help but be even angrier at the thought of who you’d run to first.

Todoroki Shouto:

how blunt he is

he was a bit socially inept and you loved him for that

but sometimes, you get frustrated

todoroki does too because 9 times out of 10 he doesn’t understand why

when you get angry, he completely shuts down bc he doesn’t know how to handle it any other way

and it didn’t help that he was petty asf

~~~

“Okay.”

You looked up and folded your lips in a tight line. It was the same monotone answer he’d been giving you all day and it was getting on your nerves.

“Sho, baby, can you at least try and act like you somewhat care about this vacation we’re planning,” you said as sweetly as possible.

Although you were annoyed, you understood that things flew over your boyfriend’s head sometimes and, hopefully, a little nudge would point him in the right direction.

“I’m listening, prince(ss),” he dimly responded.

He didn’t bother to look up from the papers he was reading at the table and it made you huff. Folding up the magazine, you just stalked your way out of the kitchen.

“You know what? Don’t even bother. I’ll do it myself.”

That made Shouto look up. His brows furrowed in confusion and he caught your hand before you could completely pass by him. Why were you suddenly upset? He told you he was listening.  

“Hey, wait. What’s wrong? Did I do something?” he asked.

You let him pull you in between his legs. He looked genuinely lost and it was enough to soften your exterior.

“I just feel like you don’t care sometimes,” you said, deciding to just be blunt.

“Huh?” he hummed. “What do you mean?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know…it just seems like you don’t have an interest in anything I have to say if it doesn’t involve hero work, your family, or something like that.”

Todoroki took offense to that. Of course he cared about what you had to say. He loved you. Just because he wasn’t gripping on to every word you spoke in mundane life didn’t mean he didn’t care.

There were ways to express his thoughts, but Shouto wasn’t always the best at gently doing it.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t agree,” he said.

You looked off to the side for a second before looking down at him. “Well that’s how I feel,” you retorted.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but you’re wrong.”

You watched him for a moment, waiting for him to explain himself. However, he just stared back at you as if there was nothing else left to say. The silence was sickening.

You snatched your hand out his grip. “Okay, Shouto,” you bit and left.

He hadn’t heard his first name in a while.

Your boyfriend dumbly blinked already feeling more lost. He didn’t understand why you were so angry.

He called Midoriya about it and was told he was being intolerant. The entire conversation honestly made him feel like an asshole and Todoroki didn’t like that at all. So he gave you some space before finding you in the kitchen again, this time equipped to right his wrongs—even though he still wasn’t entirely sure what he did.

He called your name once and instead of responding, you just kept going about your task. That sort of miffed him, but he tried again. This time, you hummed back but the tension behind it made him feel defensive for some odd reason.

“Can we talk about this morning?”

“What? Are my feelings suddenly valid to you now?” you sarcastically replied.

Todoroki raised a sharp brow at your attitude and decided he was over it already. Here he was trying to apologize, and you were being difficult. He wouldn’t fight with you over something so insignificant.

“Fine. When you’re done with your little tantrum, we can talk about this like adults.”

You’d never spun around so quickly. “Really, Todoroki?”

Last name basis. Petty.

But he was even pettier.

“Yes, really, [L/N].”

His half-lidded bored stare made your scalp prickle.

“Fine. Me and my little tantrum are gonna go somewhere and you can plan the vacation all by yourself like the adult you are.”

“Fine. I’d probably get it done faster anyways.”

You let out an offended gasp. “Fine!”

“Fine!” he tsked, crossing his arms.

You two looked away from one another and stomped out of the room in childish anger.

[denkisdurag]

midoriya, todoroki, bakugo x fem!reader - falling for an "edgy" person

warnings: swearing, READER IS THE REALEST AND THE ILLEST 🥶🥶🥶🥶😈😈😈😈😈💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾💯💯💯💯💯💯

a/n: hey look i made you some conteeeeent! daddy made you your favorite open wide!!!!

also by edgy i don’t necessarily mean alt but like someone who just is tough and snappy and stands their ground and stuff yk

———

izuku midoriya

when he first laid his eyes on you, he was intimidated

bc of course he was

no but fr, pls be nice to him

he will actually sob if you show hostility to him at all

slash j

the first thing he noticed about you was your resting expression

your eyes were constantly half lidded

your lips stayed straight, or the corners of em were downturned ever so slightly

if not for the rest of your vibe he’d just have thought you were always tired

but he knows better

he doesn’t even know he’s just staring until you turn your head and find him doing so

he snaps his neck forward like OH GOD OH FUCK DID THEY NOTICE ME

he looks back and you’re still looking at him like “😐😑😐 don’t”

he just turns in his seat and keeps his eyes glued to his desk, sparing extREMELY small and quick glances every then and now

before he knows it, the class is training

and OH HOW CONVENIENT YOU TWO ARE PAIRED UP 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

he’s all nervous not only bc of that awkward interaction from earlier bc he knows you’re strong

it kinda

makes u hotter

whoops

anyway

he doesn’t not believe in hitting women

THAT CAME OUT WRONG LMFAOAOAO HOLD ON

i mean like he will give his effort in training regardless of ur gender bc he believes his opponent deserves a fair fight above all else

ok anyways moving on LMAO

so as i just said he would give it his all

well not his all bc he’d die but a Safe Percentage of his all yk

but goddamn if you aren’t quick

not just in physical agility but you’re smart

you can see his moves coming and dodge them for the most part

he admires u so much

you’ve become one of the kids he strives to reach the level of (like bakugo)

give him a chance stink 🙁

shoto todoroki

this gif

👁👁

anyways

shoto isn't the kind of person to really judge immediately based on appearance (although some assumptions do surface, he doesn’t immediately jump to the conclusion that they’re true), but he did think you were interesting

your style was unlike what he had seen before

and your attitude/spunk only matched that of bakugou’s

you were far more tolerable than him in todoroki’s eyes doe 😁

slash j

once again

he found it kinda cool, the way that you did your thing and never let other people dictate over you

i think admirable or respectable is a better word to use but u got what i meant

shoto doesn’t read social cues like at all so you shouldn’t have been surprised when he just whispered to izuku like “midoriya who is that sitting over there” and he’s just

pointing directly into ur face

“gotta problem, you half-thawed hot pocket?”

he just blinks like

“no why would you think that”

you roll your eyes and turn away

he’s just left there like 🧍🏾

“did i do something”

izuku pats him on the back but doesn’t say anything LMFAOOOO

yall just go about ur day

for some reason i wanna believe the moment he starts to like you like that is after he sees you shit on endeavor to his face LMAOAAO

he comes to speak to the 1-a class one day as one of the biggest pro heroes and you gotta bone or two to pick with him

and swear that shoto just plays that moment in his head whenever he bummed

one time he thought about it while enji was lecturing him and he almost smiled

damn near would’ve got his ass beat /j

.

/hj

he doesn’t realize he likes u bc he’s slow but you do be on his mind and now he obliviously comes up to you in class asking random questions tryna get to know you LMAO

katsuki bakugo

when bakugo first saw you, he was also interested

but not in the way that shoto was

but rather in the way that made him wonder if you were a worthy opponent or rival

you were built different 🥶🙏🏾 that much was obvious

so right off the bat, he was like 🤨 hm

you may be tough 🤨🤨🤨🤨

of course, he's still bakugo, so he holds his pride over everything else

but just by looking at you, he could tell you two were the same

(in the sense of spunk and confidence)

and that was only confirmed at the quirk assessment test

you certainly were impressive

it's likely that he'd make fun and be overconfident with you just as he was everyone else, but he really did acknowledge you and see you as a worthy opponent

he would just never say it aloud bc, Katsuki

you two were paired up for a thing as well

but you didn’t go against each other

you were on the same team

he was kinda bummed bc he wanted to see how well you’d hold up against him but he figured there’d be other opportunities down the road

but then again when has being on the same team every stopped him from being a lul hoe

cough cough season two episode thirty seven

anyways

he def is like “GET BEHIND ME YOU FUCKS ILL DO IT MYSELF 🤬🤬🤬🤬”

naturally you were like 😐 are you serious my brotha

so you decided to take matters into your own hands

you’d let him have his glory sure but not as much as he wanted

you’d be damned if you let a nigga boss you around like this da fawk

bakugo noticed he wasn’t getting piled on as much as he was hoping (so he could prove his strength which was not necessary btw but i mean its bakugo so)

but then he turned to you and saw you doing your part to keep the training bots away from the group

and im not gonna lie you may be sweaty but ur strong and that is the Most Attractive Element Possible In Any Person Ever to katsuki so

def had you on his mind after the training session

don’t think he gonna stop stepping to you and stealing ur thunder doe

he may like you but that don’t mean he not gon keep taking his chances at whooping ur ass

[bakugohoex]

looove your blog keep up the amazing work 😙✌🏽 anywho fic where people in UA still think shinsou's quirk is scary and they avoid him as much as possible bc they're scared he might activate it + that makes him sad but reader isn't scared of him at all !! and she always talks to him/hangs with him etc.. and he like low-key falls in love w her

”why aren’t you scared of me?”

pairing: hitoshi shinso x female reader

cw: language, slight angst, fluff, kissing

word count: 4000+

a/n: umm this is weird and i got rid of the joint traning arc and mina and momo are being bitches and it’s just me waffling at 00:30 so yeah have fun to the people awake reading this also thank you so much for the support

summary: in which shinso joins class 1a and whilst everybody seems to be scared of him out of fear he’ll use his quirk, you try to befriend the boy and he develops feelings as soon as you talk to him.

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His arrival into the class was shocking to say the least, the small whispers between your classmates and the fear that flushed through their eyes. Except you, you were intrigued by the boy, having seen his quirk at the sports festival you had seen how he used it against Midoriya. His soft violet hair looked a mess but a cute mess to say the least, his dull eyes and grey marks underneath his eyes melted your insides.

“You can sit behind Y/n.” You smiled to signify you were Y/n and he looked down walking past your classmates.

The whispers all in ear shot, you could see his eyes fall but didn’t say anything about it. Him, swiftly taking the seat right behind you, Aizawa had let the class talk among themselves and the fact nobody had come to talk to the boy. Hurt you a lot more than you wished, “y/n, we’re having that movie night next Sunday.”

“I can’t wait.” You turned around to meet the boy, “you’re invited as well.”

He gazed up catching your eyes, your knuckles were white due to the grip on the chair, and you stared with utter confidence. Mina having been the one to ask, she gave a side eye at what you had just said but didn’t bother making a remark.

Shinso answered with a, “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“No, it’s fine, I want you to come.” You had never been this confident but at how he had been ignored by the rest of the class it jolted something inside of you, “we can have lunch together as well.”

“Okay.” It was blunt and Momo this time had come up to you.

She stood in front of you, ignoring the boy, you could see how tense she was at the close proximity between them. She gestured for you to get up, but you ignored her action, “I’ll talk to you later.” You spoke continuing to ignore her pleas, was she really scared of him?

Were they all really that scared of him?

“You can go to your friends; you don’t need to be some sort of pity party.” Shinso muttered, stretching back and leaning against his chair.

Wide eyed, you tilted your head to be placed on the back of your hands, “I’m not a pity party, I want to be friends.”

“Friends, your class hates me.” He looked up and down, your skirt had ridden up and he could see a scar that you had probably gotten from someone’s quirk.

You roll you eyes giving the boy a smirk, “they don’t hate you.” .

“Really?” He gushes out knowing it’s the truth.

“Yes, stop worrying.” It was concerning how easy you two could converse, and your friends were ever so afraid. His gaze watching every one of your features, they assumed he was thinking of how to taint you, but all the saw was a tenderness comfort from you.

You noticed Ectoplasm come through the door ready to teach the hated maths lesson, “be warned if you get a question wrong, he will glare at you.” You gestured to the man and Shinso’s lip twitched upwards.

“Maybe it’s just because you get the questions wrong.” Shinso remarked back, urning a small slap on the arm to him.

His could feel the tip of his ears redden at how your hand had touched his arm, even though the fabric, your hand had lingered before hearing the sound of the lesson starting. You turned back around trying to look and concentrate on the board but all you could really think about was the boy. He was sweet, he understood your humour and he was nice, and you had no idea where there seemed to be an air of terror around the room.

Lunch had finally arrived just as you were getting your stuff, “Y/n, let’s go to next lunch.” This time it was Midoriya who had spoken, he had fought Shinso and knew everything about him. Seeing you be so friendly to someone who had a quirk like him, it made the green haired boy anxious.

“I’m having lunch with Shinso actually” You took your bag, standing up and allowing Shinso to have a full view of your frame, the loose tie around the white shirt, the thigh highs encasing your legs and making your thighs suffocate between the fabric.

He saw the way the class was looking at the scene and he became angry, maybe even upset. Did they really fear him this much, think he’d become some sort of villain and he’d taint you.

You started walking before waiting, “come on then.” It felt like being beckoned but he followed nevertheless, meeting your gaze and walking past the class with you.

“She’s too nice for her own good.” Mina spoke walking out with Momo.

Momo nodded watching how you stood close to the boy, “he might hurt her, we need to keep an eye on them.”

“What if he’s already in her mind?” Mina spoke callously, it was unknown for the two of them to act like this. But they had seen the festival, and they has seen the look on Midoriya’s eyes when he was being brainwashed. You were too nice, everybody knew that, but you had always been infatuated with his quirk from the first time you saw him use it. You hadn’t fought against him during the sports festival but had made it to the same stage he had.

He wouldn’t have paid attention to you, wouldn’t have looked and watched your fight, you weren’t anybody important. “I bet you’re happy you got moved into our class.” Both of you were rounding a corner and you had been telling him about the classmates, but all he could think about was the hate and disgust he had seen in their eyes.

“Yeah, too bad you’ll probably be my only friend.” He shrugs pulling at this tie to loosen due to feeling constricted.

“So we are friends?” He heard the sign of your chuckle and took a heavy breathe, it was soft and warm, filled with a tender kindness he had never experienced before.

He didn’t meet your gaze, “shut up.” He could almost feel your smile on him, turning to meet your gaze, he was going to be friends with you. He knew that, but was still fearful you’d leave him, leave and be afraid of his quirk.

“I shouldn’t have made you have lunch with me, you probably have your own friends from general studies.” You scratched the back of your head looking forward towards the main hall, you both walked towards the food a hunger taking over you.

He captures your eyes beginning to speak, “not really, I used them a lot in the festival and I guess they got pissed.”

He followed you to the empty seat, sitting opposite you as you picked at your food, “well what did you expect, dumbass.” He gave a low chuckle watching how your hair bounced in place and how you licked your lips after taking a bite of the rice.

“I remember seeing your fight, it was good, too bad you lost.” He taunted back; you rolled your eyes gently kicking his leg from underneath the table. Another flush had erupted from his face feeling your leg graze his own.

“It wasn’t my fault, I couldn’t touch her to use my quirk, she kept hitting me.” You whined, he smiled at the action, it was cute, but he was never going to admit that.

Instead raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms whilst leaning back he watched you, “okay then, what is this quirk of yours, I better be impressed.”

“Give me your hand.” He gave a wary look, “I’m not going to break your hand.”

He scoffed, putting his hand out, the rest of the class had arrived a couple minutes prior and had seen the two of you. “I don’t understand why you lot are scared of brainwashing kid, you’re all just pussy’s.” Bakugo stormed walking to another table with Kirishima, Sero and Denki.

All four had to admit his quirk was good, even Bakugo who would say it was shitty. They didn’t really care, and Denki could see him as the popular kid who’d he want to be friends with. The four hadn’t gone up to him due to seeing the glares that you had gotten and the glare of Mina’s that felt ice cold.

Most of them believed fear had caught up but how could they live in fear of the boy when he was in their class permanently. What could they do but see him try to integrate more into the class, Kirishima had even felt happy that you had invited him even after Mina and Momo’s look of horror.

Mina had gone to sit with the girls who seemed a lot more hatred to the boy, you understood Izuku’s anxiousness, but he’d get over it when he got more comfortable. You knew the class would be fine, after these months with them all, they’d be fine hopefully. The girls had watched him put his hand out and your fingers grazing his palms, they had no reason but fear that filled them, one of their close friends getting close with a boy with a quirk like his. It was a recipe for disaster.

“What is she doing?” Jirio asked, she didn’t have the same hatred as Momo, and Mina did. But that was only due to you being closer with the latter.

“Showing her quirk.” Hagakure spoke being able to see a lot more than the others by being the closest to the two of you.

Mina’s eyes widened, “why would she do that?”

The lack of response made it seem more like there was more fear from her than anybody else. Of course she would feel like this, she had seen you grow and been there for you and she didn’t want some stupid brainwashing boy to make you a villain. She hadn’t realised her thoughts, how inconsiderate she had been, he wasn’t a villain but why did she believe it so much. Having seen him control Midoriya it was frightening and now here you were sitting in front of him without acknowledging the fear.

“Basically if I touch any matter really, I can control it, so I touched your hand now…” You had stopped speaking letting your mind go blank as you thought for him to wave at you, “see.”

His eyes widened it was like his, it was something similar not exactly the same. But he felt his chest go heavy, he had fallen for you, from the way you spoke to having seen your fight and see you defeated. He had to admit he thought you were an arrogant weakling but now after you had so effortlessly become friends with him, he felt something a lot more for you.

“Shinso.” The sound of your voice saying his name, drove him wild and he couldn’t move, frozen at how you had spoke so smoothly, how his name on your lips was so effortless and seductive. He might sometimes be coy, but he was blunt but at this moment he couldn’t speak out of fear of losing something potential.

“Sorry.” It was a mutter and you shrugged it off taking him to where training would be.

Having changed into your hero costume you saw Shinso with the detachable mask around his mouth. He walked closer to you, but saw how your friends had come over quickly, he didn’t take a step forward standing still. Until Denki had seen him, “hey, I’m Kaminari.”

“Shinso.” The violet haired boy spoke.

Denki began gleefully talking to no end, “…I think your quirk is cool and you look one of those popular boys in Shojo manga.”

“You read Shojo manga.” Shinso spoke visibly confused but intrigued at the boy.

Denki began to save himself by acting cooler than usual, “what you don’t?”

“Nope.” It was another blunt statement; he had easily been able to not been blunt with you, but he was getting anxious at the motives of Denki’s.

“Come to my room tonight, I’ll show you so many.” Denki had easily said, Shinso nodded, he felt relieved that this mornings antics had all be swept away, even seeing Kirishima and Sero coming along dragging Bakugo beside him. They began to converse and Shinso felt relieved but occasionally looked at you, he found your hero costume beautiful, he understood for the lack of clothes due to it being easy to touch stuff with your any part of your body.

He zoned out looking at how your legs were exposed, the white leotard that encased your body and the long white cape that fell from around your neck, it looked moveable and he could see the material to be controllable for you to grab stuff. You looked like an ethereal angel and he if this really was a Shojo manga his nose would be bleeding right about now.

“We’re doing doubles, get into pairs and then join up with another pair.” Shinso noticed how he probably wouldn’t end up with you or one of the boys as they’d partner up together, but Denki had stayed close to him already an acknowledgement that the two were pairs and Sero had gone to pair up with Sato.

You had seen Denki go up to the boy and you knew your assumptions were right, being partnered with Mina would be hard at how she gave fearful remarks of not getting too close to the boy. You were against Momo and Ururaka, it was an ease using and controlling whatever Momo made but you weren’t fully in the fighting spirt. Your gaze on the fight between Kirishima and Bakugo against Shinso and Denki.

“Y/n, pay attention.” Mina chastised, you nodded continuing to stop Ururaka’s aim, it was easy to get close to them and with ease and Mina’s acid you were able to touch them and control them to stop.

It went on like this for a while, you were glad that with timing you didn’t have to go against Midoriya and Todoroki or Bakugo and Kirishima. They’re power was a lot and you really didn’t want to break any bones today, but fate still ended up hating you and the last fight was against Shinso and Denki.

You could almost feel the smirk through the mask, the capturing weapon surrounding his pretty little neck. “Ready to lose Y/n.” You didn’t speak, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

Denki had come full force at the two of you, you quickly with ease touched him as he swung for Mina who slyly escaped using her acid. You brought the boy up, whispering in his ears a few fatal words, before he stormed at Shinso with his quirk. “Using my teammate against me, so callous of you.”

You still hadn’t spoken, Mina hated how he toyed with you but still remained further away that you did.

“Shinso.” Denki shouted but that was Shinso’s cue to use his own quirk, it went on back and forth using Denki before he overexerted himself and stayed on the ground. Knowing you’d have to make this quick, you ran up to the boy ready to touch him.

But you felt the cool alloy wrap around your bones, Aizawa had seen the progress Shinso had made using them and he was impressed. He was still rough and needed a lot more practice, but he was able to hold onto you with confidence. You tried to get out, but he had made your cape wrap around your skin making his scarf able to not be controlled by you, you were all wrapped up for him in a pretty little present.

“Say the magic words.” He mocked out.

You huffed taking a sign before speaking, “let me out…please.”

He let you go and had begun controlling you, bringing you this time closer to his body. “You did good.” He stopped brainwashing you and you came out of your daze.

“Being under you brainwashing is creepily good, it’s like an out of body experience.” You spoke highly praising the boy before hearing Aizawa dismiss you all.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He laughs walking with you to the changing rooms.

You wanted to ask about his new friendships as it seemed to have been him become a lot more comfortable than you had expected, “you made friends with Denki and them lot.”

“Yeah, they seem okay, even that Bakugo he makes some good points, he’s still arrogant though.” You laughed cocking your head back at the remark.

“That describes him to the T.” You partnered ways getting changed and meeting each other outside to walk to the dorms

He spoke about Denki inviting him to read some Shojo manga, and you couldn’t wait to hear that story. He was even your neighbour which you were happy about, knowing that there was only a thin wall between the two of you.

The days continued on as usual, you spending more and more time with Shinso, the class becoming more comfortable with him, even Midoriya was friendly saying Hi’s in the mornings which Shinso would reply with. It seemed like everybody was growing on him, everybody except Mina and Momo, there was a sense of air that you were still infatuated with him.

They remember your exact words from the sports festival, “his quirk looks kind of scary, I’d rather die then fight him.” You had said it jokingly, but they took it literally and couldn’t understand why you were as scared as they were. They saw the look of evil in his eyes, but the class had moved past, and they seemed to be the only ones left. They were your friends, of course they were but the way they had been acting had made you distance yourself just for them to cool off.

Another fast long week had approached, and it was finally time for the movie night that was occurring, Shinso had walked down with you, the purple hoodie encased his frame with the grey joggers. He had been in awe when you came out of your room in shorts and a zip up hoodie seeing the peak of a tank top underneath. You really did look perfect in anything; it was the moment he knew that he had begun falling for you deeper.

“Denki showed me this Shojo manga, he said you’d read it.” You began to think of the manga’s you had read which happened to be a long list. “Kiss him, not me.”

“Oh yeah, it’s sappy, I love it though, we should watch the anime.” You hadn’t realised what you said but it was obviously an invitation into one another’s rooms to watch a romance anime.

Shinso tried to surpress his cheeks from flushing but continued on speaking, “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Of course.” You laughed meeting the class who had set up in front of the TV, you grabbed the hoodie sleeve of Shinso’s pushing him onto the end of the sofa as you sat beside him. “Now if I fall asleep, I won’t be embarrassed.”

The thought of you falling asleep on him, made his heart beat. He felt butterflies at how you were already partially leaning against him, he watched Mina and Momo glare from the other side, ignoring it though. The movie had started something Bakugo had chosen after winning rock paper scissors, it was disturbing to say the least and you knew you’d end up falling asleep through the second part of it.

Iida had paused the film for breaks being the efficient man he was, Shinso stayed put as you went to get a glass of water. Mina following, “Y/n, why have you been so distant with me?” She was worried for the friendship, had Shinso made you like this?

“Oh, have I, I didn’t realise.” You speak taking a long sip of the water.

“Yeah, you have, did Shinso do this to you? Are you like under his control?” It was unexpected and you choked on your water in shock.

You were trying to keep a lid on your anger, but you had given up, “Mina stop being a fucking bitch to the boy, he hasn’t done anything to me, everybody has warmed up to him except you and Momo and it’s driving me crazy to have to step on egg shells around you. He isn’t a villain okay.”

Her mouth was wide and at your shouting the class had gathered, even Shinso who had heard the last part. Denki put a reassuring arm on his friends shoulder before waiting for Mina’s reply, who hadn’t realised the presence of others.

“He’s probably controlling everybody Y/n, you told me and Momo you would never want to fight him, why would you say that and befriend him?” You thought back to those words you had said months ago.

“I can say I wouldn’t want to fight him because I’m glad he’s on our side.” You muttered, “he’s not controlling all of, stop acting like this.”

Mina tried to move closer to you, but you put your arm out to stop her, “can’t you see we’re all scared of him; he’s going to end up a villain.”

Shinso broke at those words, he coughed making Mina realise what she had said, the faces of 19 angry faces glaring at her. Shinso began to speak and Mina was scared shitless, “I’m going to head up early.”

“Shin…” He moved past everybody walking away, he wasn’t in the mood for confrontation and now all he could think about was you, why weren’t you scared of him, why were you so kind to him?

You barged past the girl, “don’t fucking talk to me until you apologise to him.” You ran to follow the boy who had already taken the elevator, you thought over the scene and he needed someone.

Walking towards his door, you knocked waiting for him to open it, he looked sad, upset even. You didn’t know what to say seeing his glum face, “she shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s the truth though, isn’t it, I’ll always be seen as a villain.” You went to reach for him, but he took a step backwards, “that’s the thing, I don’t understand though.”

“What, Shinso?” You questioned closing the door and leaning against it.

“Why aren’t you scared of me?” Your eyes widened.

“Why would I ever be scared of you?”

He came close to your smaller frame, his arms crossed above your head leaning down to meet your eyes. “My quirk its not very hero type now is it.”

“Shinso, I never cared about your quirk, yeah its cool but I saw you, for you not your quirk.” You rested your hands on his chest, hoping to bring comfort.

One of his hands, moved to your cheek, caressing it softly and slowly. “I shouldn’t have asked you that.”

“No, it’s fine, I want you to know that I like you for you.” You hadn’t meant for a confession of your crush to come out, but you stopped caring, you liked him, you really did, and you didn’t care if Mina and Momo didn’t. They would have to acknowledge it one way or another.

His other hand moved your hair away from your face, “you’re lucky then.” He moved his face closer to yours, you could smell the caramel popcorn fresh from his breathe.

“Why?” You tilted your head waiting for the gap to close.

Just as his lips skimmed yours, he spoke softly, “that I like you for you t…” He never finished his sentence, instead kissing you softly, your soft lips engulphed within his own. Your hands in his hair as he brought his hands to grip your waist. He felt every inch of you in that one kiss, hearing a soft moan which allowed his tongue to take the lead and make you own submit. It felt intoxicating and heavy, with teeth on teeth and his grip tightening against your waist. He wanted to feel you on him, he didn’t care what the two girls thought of him anymore because he had you and that was all he ever needed.

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[softer-ua]

au where explosions are actually dangerous (like they would be if not for anime logic) and kid katsuki is too busy stressing over and making sure that he won't accidentally kill people around him by using his quirk to internalise their praise as much as he does in canon. basically he's always on edge because he's been honing control over explosion so much that people don't realise just how dangerous it is and he's become deathly scared of slipping up and hurting someone.

in comes izuku who, because he's an absolute madman, does not give a single shit about his personal safety and will do anything from getting way too close when Katsuki's sparking off to attempting to lick Katsuki's sweat for "analysis". at first katsuki tries to push him away like in canon, bc deku is frail and quirkless and one mistake on Katsuki's end could legit kill him. but katsuki eventually realises deku is super smart, has a much better understanding of the danger behind Katsuki's quirk than most people around him and his notes would be a huge help. So they become friends instead of the bullying that happened in canon.

Deku helps Katsuki train his quirk (and is a little too interested in making every sort of explosive weapon possible) and Katsuki helps Deku with physical training, since he still wants to be a hero and try for UA (if not the hero course at least support). Basically they support each other.

Their usual dynamic is Deku is a madman with no self-preservation and Katsuki is always exasperated trying to stop him from running right into traffic for some heroic reason for the fifth time in a week. Katsuki is more reserved because a) death hands (i'm thinking as a kid he accidentally exploded some shit at home and seriously burnt masaru or mitsuki so 💫trauma💫) and b) his ego isn't overinflated. but he's still our fave slightly deranged gremlin.

ive been thinking abt this for a few days now and it's kinda amusing because i could totally see canon going this way if explosions worked like they should. - 🌊

Oh my gosh, Wavelet, I love this!

Bakugo’s quirk is so interesting like I’ve always wanted to know if his tiny sparks are supposed to be more like fire crackers or sparklers noise wise, like a a fizzy popping or is it a loud jfc turn that off kinda noise lol

Kinda makes me think of Kimidoodlez villain Deku AU

I love their comic, and highly recommend checking it out if you haven’t already 💚💚💚💚

[ohahsoka]

The reason AM fails to stop Dwku os bc AM himself taught Deku that he has to do everything alone. AM spent his entire career alone, pushing people away, giving everyone the feeling that he was the be all end all.

And now, this same man is trying to tell Deku he can't do the same? Why would he listen? AM being powerless isn't it.

Hi, anon.

I deleted the post you’re referring to some time ago (is it still in the tags?), because I made up my mind about the chapter and my opinion changed after reading other people’s thoughts. So I can’t quote myself on anything, and maybe I didn’t express myself very well in the original post, but what bothered me about this chapter were Bakugo’s assumptions about All Might. (Or how I read them.)

Whether or not All Might could have gotten through to Izuku (if the latter hadn’t run away), it’s an entirely different discussion. People are speculating that the narrative’s setting up Bakugo for that role, and it would make sense given their history and the original meaning behind “Deku”.  

I personally think All Might could have convinced Izuku to stay if he used the right arguments. The kid is actively trying to repeat his worst mistakes, so expressing regrets about them would have forced Izuku to reconsider his strategy (if you can even call it that). There are definitely some things All Might should say to him. And he wanted to say them. But he couldn’t because Izuku left. This is why (in the original post) I said that being able to physically stop Izuku from leaving is absolutely necessary to save him. All Might tried and failed because he’s powerless. The students of Class 1-A are not. If they were, Izuku would just run away again.

Now, back to the actual issue I had with the chapter. Bakugo said that All Might wouldn’t be the one to stop Izuku’s destructive tendencies because he became the Symbol of Peace with the same mindset. I initially interpreted it as Bakugo believing that All Might wouldn’t question Izuku’s behavior. That they are very similar, and they would just enable each other. I saw a tweet conveying this exact message. It had over a thousand likes and its author wasn’t an All Might hater.

I hate that interpretation of Bakugo’s thought process because (1) it’s a wrong opinion to have about All Might (as proved by ch. 317), (2) it’s a shitty opinion to have about All Might, especially after their talk in ch. 284.  

Another interpretation of Bakugo’s statement is that Izuku idolizes All Might (and his methods) a little too much, and even if the latter tried to stop him, it wouldn’t work. You implied a (somewhat) similar reading in your message. This is the interpretation I decided to go with.

Now, about your message.

I don’t think All Might taught Deku to do everything alone. He told him to keep One for All secret (for a good reason), but that doesn't equal self-isolation. It’s an additional burden, sure, but it’s far from being Izuku’s main concern. Also, it was All Might who decided to add Bakugo to their little duo, hoping to heal the kids’ relationship.

If by “taught Deku” you mean an indirect form of teaching between the top hero and his admiring fan, then we are in agreement.

All Might *was* self-isolating during his whole career, and he ended up miserable because of it. One time he let someone in, that person kinda screwed him over. It’s late and I’m tired, and my English doesn’t cooperate with me on this hellishly hot evening, but Nighteye was a piece of work, both to All Might and Izuku. I just don’t have energy to complain about him right now. 

All this negative experience is why I think All Might could get through to Izuku, given a chance. We probably disagree on that, but that’s okay. 

Anyway, this answer is way too long.

[luvinkeigo]

Oooo can I request a Headcannon with Todoroki, Bakugo, midoriya and/or shinsou where the reader does a lot of motivational public speaking (aged up) and how they would feel about it? Lime she’s pretty well known and goes to conventions to speak

𝘀𝗵𝗼̄𝘁𝗼, 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼̄, 𝗱𝗲𝗸𝘂 & 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼̄ 𝘅 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿! 𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗰𝘀

𝖺/𝗇: 𝗂 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂'𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 ^^;; 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾!!

— 𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗲 ✰

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚!

all edits belong to me, luvinkeigo.

𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮

deku would be super proud of you!! i mean HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY he's basically walking serotonin

you best believe he's going to be present in every single one of your public speeches 😌

he'd help you rehearse!!! he truly does admire you lots

yeah he can detroit smash anything but YOU???

you can speak in front on tons of people

AND MAKE THEM FEEL BETTER ABOUT THEMSELVES

that's powerful sis.

and he has mad respect for you

𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗼̄𝘁𝗼

YEJFKWKF THIS BITCH WOULD SHOW YOU OFF

he'd basically be your fucking promoter ksnfnns

if he doesn't say what you do in a conversation then he's popping a vein

kinda like this

(╬ Ò﹏Ó)

yeah, he loves you ( 〃．．)

a lot.

he's your number one hypeman 🥺

𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼̄ 𝗸𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶

looks like he doesn't really care

i mean he has a reputation to keep

BUT in reality he kinda envies you?? BUT IN A GOOD WAY

like

he's proud he's got a gf that can actually help people in a different way than his

plus, your speeches mean a lot to people

contrary to his predicament, he sometimes brings people down with his words :(

but you see the good in him, so that cheers him up a lil :D

thinks you're lowkey badass but don't tell anybody

𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼̄

he does think you're badass and isn't afraid to say it

or show it

he's just v v lowkey with it skfkksd

like, he'd be waiting for you with flowers or smth after your speeches

and give you a big ol hug

and also a smooch bc smooches are top priority ₍ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ₎

WAIT SKFKWLWMKAS I FEEL LIKE HE'D ALSO SAY

"that's my girl" with a SMIRKSJFKEKLSLFLDD GOD that's hot.

brb gotta scream

ok i'm back

in conclusion, he's supportive and is super proud of what you do (๑¯﹀¯๑)

[sat0sugu-angst]

How My Faves Deal w Bratty Behavior

Gn!reader x character

characters included: (jjk) yuuji, megumi, toji, sukuna (mha) bakugo, shoto (fruits basket) kyo, manabe, shigure

cw: dom/sub dynamics, some of my faves are bullies but that's how I like it. Some of my faves are soft but that's how I like it. suggestive/spicy content obvi. If there's anything I didn't include lmk

All characters aged +22 MINORS DNI

I feel like Yuuji wouldn't know what to do. Homie gives me subby vibes anyway, so I feel like he'd just do whatever you told him. If you want someone to put you in your place you gotta talk abt that beforehand. I feel like you'd have to bully him a lil to get a firm reaction.

Megumi absolutely does not have time for you. You're whining in his ear, he's on his phone like whatever girl. You gotta figure out how to get under this mans skin, but once you do oh-ho, watch out bc he gon punish. you. 🥵 I feel like the best way to get a reaction outta him is pda. Nothing too crazy bc I feel like if you got him too embarrassed he wouldn't touch you outta principle, but if you whisper dirty things in his ear or run your fingers just a lil too high on his thigh during training he's gonna take your ass back home and show you whos boss

Toji loves you best when you gotta attitude. Like he'll get bored if you're not fuckin annoying the shit outta him. You'll be talking shit to him and he just kinda does the smirk+eyebrow combo and you both are honestly just so turned on by arguing with each other that you sometimes do it just for the fight sex and the post fight sex.

Sukuna also loves your bratty behavior, but more so in the way where he's like oh so you think you can talk to me like that, before he absolutely wrecks you. He'll get you so you're crying begging for him to stop but isn't this what you wanted? So shut up and take it😈

Another mans who dont got time for your shit is Bakugo. I've already talked abt this a lil in my bakugo hc (which you can find on my blog if you're interested) but unlike Megumi he's not going to ignore you. He will fully think yall are fighting and be like what the fuck is your deal. Once you start putting your hands on him n pouting tho it's all over. Mans in like putty he'll give you whatever you want as long as he can taste you

Shoto is mostly confused because oh boy this mans🤦🏻‍♀️ just like wow why is y/n in a bad mood? Even tho you're messing w him? Honestly makes you feel bad so you explain. It's lowkey worse after that tho bc then he tries to act all cool and one time you laughed at him and he was genuinely so embarrassed so then you had to comfort your poor bb

Kyo hates your bratty behavior, but why does it turn him on so much??? He gets legitimately frustrated but now all he wants to do is shut you up 🤤 he's never been so dominant in your relationship so now when you really wanna get your shit rocked you act up, and he's more than happy to correct your behavior

Manabe is fully a worse brat than you. You start acting bratty and he'll just uno reverse until you're the one who's got him tied up and begging for you 😭 manabe is my bottom bitch and I love him don't come for me

Shigure loooooves when you're bratty because it's usually when you want something and he loves how you get when he keeps it from you, whether it's attention cuddles or sex. He'll give in eventually, maybe. But he's gonna really make you beg for it.

If you'd like to see someone not included, comment or rb w who you'd like to see! As always tho, likes/rbs appreciated, thanks for reading!

[knowlessman]

bnha s2e6-9 or, like, something

so yeah tokoyami is, like, cool. hope he stays cool, I don't think I've heard much of anything specific about him

oh damn, plz tell me todoroki isn't gonna try and blackmail him or something -- ah k, just more of a statement of intent. I think.

all might has gotta be at least somewhat aware that he's poking a bear rn -- no he's just… I guess he just really doesn't know -- wow, is endeavor actually just bakugo but grown-up?

…bwhut. his mom did? …damn

deku you are talking to a victim of abuse what is this "I'm just as much a protagonist as you are" shit

got the feeling bakugo is gonna find a way to use this against someone, I don't know that for absolutely positive but I got a bad feeling about it

okay kaminari just lost a lot of points with me, he might be joining mineta in superhell tier if he keeps this up -- facepalm I'm sorry who needs or wants backstory for this seconds-long bit. we did not need to know where the uniforms came from -- invisible girl might be ending up there too tbh, I'm not happy about it but she seems to only really exist for perv bits

come on I wanna see what Gamzee's quirk is

hm. -- oh goddammit tell me gamzee isn't an enchanter. a memory-wiper. -- why are they keeping the pompoms? I guess they're free and they can throw them to distract an opponent?

am very confused tbh but the entire cavalry battle thing was nonstop confusion about how anything worked so whatever

well, we're gonna be seeing shinso up close then I guess. this oughta be weird.

"perverse person" I guess Mineta was too hard to grab, and Kaminari too dangerous. I know literally nothing about this blond rando

"some tried to sharpen their senses" bakugo Blair Witching bc I guess he thinks it'll make him hear better

"put your morals and ethics aside for a moment, because we have a magic medic!" dood you don't wanna say that when you've got people like vegeta in the tournament, she can't fix a corpse can she? -- "anything life-threatening is out" okay that's good to clarify I guess

"'I give up, huh?' it's a test of your spirit then" I'm getting memories of the tournament arc from Hunter x Hunter (uh, one of them, anyway?); I foresee mind games from gamzee here

aizawa with very good points about the physical thing

it's literally just mind control. so, yeah, an inherently evil power, especially since it seems like it also prevents memories forming (or just can do that? unclear). : | at the same time, it's not like you get to pick what your quirk is… (for the record, by "mind games" I was guessing more like "give up or I'll wipe a bunch of your memories," much less straightforward)

wait shit deku has avatar ghosts? daaang

…shinso might be an okay guy. -- "why do you want to be a hero?" deku plz shut the fuck up -- okay yeah gamzee's okay, he's cool

medic lady is right to hate all might's might guy bullshit, he's not consistently as bad as might guy but it is there

all might doesn't believe in ghosts in a world that's mostly supers, got it

who even is sero?

"you have a duty to surpass goku to boost my ego, even though it'll inevitably just turn me against you because you surpassed me"

ojiro is just okay. he's very mid, and his tail is a little gross, but he's just a good guy. he's tien if tien had even less personality than, well, dbza gave him (never watched actual dbz)

oh, sero is tapeface. aight. let's see how badly he jobs this one -- uh? what he do -- zuko. what did you do…? -- I think I remember that screenshot from death battle. I guess they musta paired him against zuko? I don't remember anything about it tho (I stopped watching it awhile ago anyway, not curious enough to go looking for it)

fuck it, next

(skipping thru intro) nextflix has spoiled me so much. hell, imagine watching this on tv. nightmare.

go, plant lady! kick this pervert's sidekick's ass! -- plant lady is starfire apparently. not losing many points, but losing a nonzero amount, and I know this is probably a contentious stance. at least she has character. (tbf to her tho, radio guy is annoying and the assasssin thing was uncalled for) -- dumbass didn't even realize he was at a type disadvantage

momotaro or wevertf his name is (the blond "neh neh class a class b" guy) is like if mineta was just as annoying without being a perv

deku being relatable ig. that gaming geek mindset

hehehe iida has a quirk that has super modes and she still wanted to give him a handicap -- ohhh, she does have a quirk, super vision. cool. also makes sense that it would help with gadgeteer stuff. coolcool

oh cool off, iida, she gave you the win and didn't have to 'XD she maybe went a few boards overboard with it, but you did get a win

uraraka looks like that girl from nichijou who loses her yaoi rn. heavy times approaching, I think

I have a question: are lasergut's lasers not lethal, and if so, how? they could just say energy blasts/beams but they're saying laser. -- just… stop doing the hip thrusts, please, you're fucking gross dude

ooh, birdman vs quiet metal gear, this should be something -- aw. -- radio guy, just get off the mic

METAPOD. V. METAPOD. IT'S HAPPENING. IT'S FUCKING HAPPENING. -- I have a feeling the steel guy is just gonna overheat tho, that might be how this one goes. -- aw. -- ARM WRESTLING 'XD you don't think they're gonna tie with that, too? hell, catch them tying rock paper scissors - oh wait maybe tetsu would pick scissors

aight, mister small pond big fish, let's see what the mankanshoku special has in store for you -- "this isn't the face of a regular person!" no kidding. you're gonna push your teeth out that way bro, I don't even know if that's a thing but you're gonna make it a thing and then have no teeth

…bloodymindedly reaching for the moon? is she gonna get this that way?

oh fuck off hamtaro nobody likes you

!! -- (hamtaro can still fuck off tho) -- um. uraraka that's cool and all but it's… shrapnel, in a moment, I think?

is she still in bounds tho -- aw, c'mon. I call patriarchy on that, let her play

"frail girl" kaminari joins mineta in superhell tier. dammit

'XDDDDD I told you, I told you about armwrestling, I told you dog - oh the class a guy won. kirishima I think

don't you get out of school at the same time regardless? it might be that your first one doesn't matter as much as your second or third.

we interrupt this moment of People Being Pretty Good to Each Other to put fucking Endeavor on the screen -- "this is one person I can't let know about All for One." good read. -- deku stop poking this bear right now or we're gonna need a replacement protagonist -- (okay good he stopped, phew)

oh holy fuck it's protag vs protag, it's goku vs saitama, goku has to win but howtf is that gonna happen

next time, I'm afraid. I wouldn't be stopping here if I didn't have stuff in the morning, that's for sure

[lesakuraciel]

trans ask game!

original by @solareclipselgbt

1.) what’s your gender and pronouns?

nb and they/them!

2.) what does your name mean (either literally, or to you personally)

i don't feel a particular connection to my birth name, though it is based off anna karenina (it's anna corinne), but i've been toying w the idea of going by ashe... obv it's based on the tree but to me it means walking through a dappled forest near the end of winter, timeless and strange and perfect

3.) when and how did you realize you were trans?

not entirely sure, def after i figured out i wasn't straight(which was aug. 2016), but as far as accepting my place under the /trans/ flag (i knew i was nb, but was still hesitant bc of the people against enbys iding as trans), that didn't happen until like. end of last year,

4.) what was the most helpful in figuring out and accepting yourself as trans?

my trans friends definitely!! and also doing a report on enbys in the trans community, and subsequently finding what, the white stripe means, i still have trouble asking people who already know me to use they/them though,, (i still say she/her is fine even though it's kinda not)

5.) have you or do you plan on medically transitioning?

i do plan to get top surgery! and soon, hopefully!!! other than that, i eventually want a hysterectomy, but no hrt

6.) what’s something you’re most looking forward to in your transition (or something that was your favorite part of transitioning)?

no! boobs! i hate them!! and not having to wear extra layers (read: binder) in summerr

7.) do you have dyed hair?

sjsjsnd yea it's dark blue right now don't think /that's/ natural lmao i even have The Haircut (tm)

8.) who was the first person you came out to (or plan to come out to)?

i'm pretty sure it was my good friend henry!! i mean, he also basically told me i wasn't straight cause i wouldn't admit it :'>

9.) what’s your favorite season?

fall!! so many pretty colors and finally, appropiate weather for the jackets i wear year-round,

10.) have you ever been to pride?

yep! i went to pride for the first time in tacoma last year!! (plan to go to the seattle one this year)

11.) if you’re on hrt, what changes suprised you the most?

not on hrt!

12.) what gives you the most gender euphoria?

oh being called "sir" definitely, and a xloae second is when strangers use they/them to refer to me!

13.) do you have a specific piece of clothing thats especially gender affirming to you?

hmm i mean my binder obv but other than that, certain shirts when i bind? idk they just Do(tm)

14.) what’s your favorite trans joke or meme?

friend who is very comfortable in their identity: talks abt someone not realizing and being transphobic around them/other people not knowing how trans things work/etc.

(sarcasm) wow i can't believe you're really a cishet

15.) if you’ve had any gender affirming surgeries, how was your experience? what are the biggest positive effects?

not had surgery yet, but kaiser permanante has been great so far in working w me !!!

16.) do you have any piercings?

haha just one in each ear, and i basically never use those

17.) who’s your favorite trans character? or do you have any characters you headcanon as trans?

we stan lup from taz in this house

other than that, i hc a lot of characters as trans! e.x. bakugo, todoroki, and kirishima (bnha), snufkin (moomins), indrid and angus (taz), and like, a lot more,,

18.) what do you wish other people understood better about being trans?

just. it's okay to ask pronouns. god

better to ask than to assume

also use context clues, jesus (like if someone isn't out, they may switch to a diff name for some people. never use it unless they ask you to)

19.) top 5 fav songs?

bohemian rhapsody - queen

oi - carbon leaf

light in the hallway - ptx

ocean city - anthony ramos (this isn't anywhere but soundcloud but it's So Good???? go listen)

wait for it - hamilton soundtrack

20.) what advice would you give your younger self?

you can be more assertive about being trans, most people are good abt it and those who aren't can learn or fuck right off

21.) do you have any pets?

yep! my baby, friend

and my doggo, kody!

22.) do you find yourself fitting into gender roles, or consider yourself gender non-conforming?

def gnc!! i like to be androgynous, whixh usually means wearing masc clothes bc i still present fem, somehow,

23.) are you part of your schools gsa or any lgbt organizations?

nope! i prefer to make friends by just chatting, and they usually end up being non-cishwt anyhow lmao

24.) any trans role models?

not really tbh, i see a lot of people that i want to emulate, but i can't think of any in particular atm.

now that i think abt it though, my friend henry has been a sort of guiding light in figuring out, accepting, and then loudly proclaiming my identity, bc i've def come a long way since sophomore year! (if you're reading this, thank u henry)

25.) did you go through multiple gender identities before figuring out your gender now?

yep! i id'ed as genderflux very shortly, then demigirl for a long time, and finally nb/genderqueer!

26.) what makes you most proud to be part of the trans community?

it's so positive and uplifting!! i love that people are just, kind to others that's v nice

27.) favorite movie growing up?

princess bride was and is my favorite movie, but mulan was my fav disney movie and well, if that was someone's fav movie and they ended up cishet? i'd be surprised

28.) if you went by multiple names before deciding your current name, which was the first?

n/a

29.) do you have any pride merch or pride related tattoos?

i have a rainbow flag (handheld) on my bookshelf, and a genderqueer one behind my bed (big)! i also have a trans flag shawl that i made, pan flag converse, several pride shirts, and a pride hat! i'm not shy about letting everyone know i'm neither straight nor cis lmao

30.) if you experience dysphoria, what do you find helps you the most?

binding definitely helps! i get mild dysphoria wearing anything other than a binder or sports bra, and also on my period :/

31.) do you have any siblings, friends, or family who are also trans?

@dorkryptos is my friend and so is henry!! none of my family is though ):

32.) which gender roles or cis beliefs do you find most ridiculous?

nail polish is feminine?? deodorant and razors are gendered???? flowy things are feminine????? guys can't have style beyond Tux(tm)????????????????? fuck all that noise

35.) if cis people didn’t exist for a day, what would you do?

33.) how did you decide on your current name?

go out and make some new friends! ^^

34.) do you fit any trans stereotypes?

i have dyed hair and That haircut, i'm fairly short and afab, i mostly wear ""masc"" clothes, i'm in high school, etc. etc.

ahah, i didn't? but w ashe i wanted smthn with the same initial, old-timey, and connected to nature

only like, every single trans nb stereotype,

[cuziloveyou7]

Okay!!! The results are in!!

In random order but in which I send it to her. I showed her 1 fanart and then a couple of pictures from the anime! She had to rate them from 1 to 10 and then give a little bit of feed back

Aizawa Shouta/Eraser Head: 5/10, she was speechless... then proceeded to say he was a cat dude (which is spot on) BUT! she gave fanart Aizawa an 8! Also thought he looked very good in the suit!

Kaminari Denki: 8.5/10, said she got chill dude vibes from him.

Kirishima Eijirou: 6/10, she said the fanart one is an 8 tho but just responded twice with idk (this personally broke my heart.. cause kiri the mans🥲)

Sero Hanta: 0/10, she said a big fat no and proceeded so in all caps with error and beep beep beep... I had to ask for an explanation so she send a vid explaining about a scary video someone used to send her constantly and he looked like the scary person.....

Todoroki Shoto: 9/10, the first big number! She said hmmm.. yes, yes.. then said a 9 and proceeded with he cute tho!!! (I screamed, was so happy) told me if I kept it up someone could earn a 10!!! ALSO! She asked me what the red thing at his eye was, she thought it was a shadow or smth... but she said hmmm yeah that's a little badass

Bakugo Katsuki: 7/10, his hair is too spikey for her taste.

Midoriya Izuku: 9/10, (I screamed again!) I sad WOWOWOWOOWOWWWOOOOWW and asked her what was withholding her from giving him a 10... she said there was just something, she didn't know what but that's why she couldn't give him a 10.

Togata Mirio: 8/10, she responded with suske en wiske (which is a comic we grew up with). I said I was really surprised because that's higher than I thought she'd give him. She just went yeah, great right!

Amajiki Tamaki: 8/10, first thing she said was "1 + 1 🤣" after that she said elf ears (I told her mirio and tamaki are best friends and its a 1 + 1 deal).

Shinso Hitoshi: 5/10, at that point I just, my heart broke again and I asked her why. She just said he looked stoned...

Shindo Yo: 8.5/10, I told her he vibrated to get his points up but she just send me these:🤣🤣🤣.

Toyomitsu Taishiro/FatGum: 7/10, she didn't say anything because I kinda spammed her with the rest of the list.... she wasn't online for about an hour so she just rapid responded.

Shigaraki Tomura: 6/10, all she said was : you're crusty boy gets a 6.

Dabi : 6.5/10, responded with "yeah choose a guy.. nr 5.." I had told her she already knew him bc of a tiktok I send her a few days before.

Chisaki Kai/Overhaul: 9/10, she first asked me "the boy without arms?!?!?!? Did I hear that right?!?!?" (I gave little explanations in my videos) and then she said a 9. To which I responded with "it's the eyes isn't it?" And she just went yeeeeessss. (I know where to hit her when I must).

Todoroki Natsuo: 8.5/10, no explanation (sadly) but I just deducted its something about the Todoroki boys, imagine what she would give Touya......

Lmao okay so I just send my whole simp list from bnha to my best friend and asked her to rate them and its so funny! So far I think she's very generous for a person who doesn't like 2d characters. There were a few harsh ones but like yeah...