#bnha reader

[tiredcatsblog]

Hey, hey! The mood got a little better, so I was even able to finish an old sketch by the bnha, although I thought I would still draw in the same subject of visual novels. But in the end I returned to that fandom, and I would like to show my OC, Teruko Hayashi!

(And yes, I'll draw those queries soon)

[stubz]

Nomu reader

not many nomu reader drabbles so I thought to make one. Reader is a high-end nomu who can think, like Kurogiri

Follow. Watch. Learn. Report. Repeat.

Follow. It was hard to follow him when he was on campus. But a quick pickpocket quickly solved that problem. Hopefully, this Monoma won't cancel the card anytime soon.

Watch. The students are the easiest to watch. They still haven't yet developed that sixth sense yet. Unlike the third years and staff. Oh, and of course him. He can always tell, but given his situation that is to be expected.

Learn. Amazing how talkative the social ones are, they hardly even need to be prompted to get going. The quiet ones are trickier but everyone talks, it's just a matter of when and where.

Report. Not often is there anything to really report, nothing that isn't already shared by him. When you do have something to report though it's quite satisfactory. Another point for your argument that is he is not needed for the mission. That compared to you he is nothing more than a liability.

Repeat. Another point for your argument is another conversation between you and Sir that you know word by word now.

He is why no one has found us yet. He can get information straight from the heroes themselves, while you have to get it second-hand from the students. He has access to everything, he can go anywhere with little to no risk. He can be a liability, which is why you are there. You are there to make sure he does not become one. You are to follow and watch Aoyama Yuuga. You are to learn about him and his classmates. You are to report to me about his and your findings as well as his performance. And you are to repeat this for as long I tell you to, is that understood?

...Yes, Sir. Understood Sir.

But it's not understood. He's weak, born quirkless and can't even use his quirk to its full extent. You on the other hand are strong. You were made to be a weapon, a scout. Every quirk given to you by Sir and Doctor Garaki was to ensure the success of the mission.

And yet you're stuck on guard duty, guard duty on someone who isn't even strong enough to defeat one of your weaker predecessors. Has he even fought a nomu?

Maybe if your lucky he'll be taken out of commission during class training, giving you a break from his annoying presence.

He's become less scared of you now and sometimes tries talking to you. Why he would want to talk to his prison guard you have no idea. Maybe to try and find out how to kill you, like with that thing he calls "cheze", could be a poison of some kind. Certainly smells like one

[ko-riacchi]

Found a new NSFW audio dude yesterday and after listening to this one particular one, I really wanna write a fic about shy little virgin Tamaki and have the reader come on to him haard, like (almost) dub-con hard

Also if anyone knows about existing fics like this, pls send me links! 😍😍😍

[scarlettriot]

Breaking Point - Just Platonic

Pairing: Hockey Player Eijiro Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, Swearing

Contains: As the pairing suggests, Kiri is a hockey player, reader is also plus size.

Summary: Mina suggests staying overnight when an away game is too far to drive back home on the same day.

Word Count: 3,040

A/N: This is part four in the Breaking Point series. Thanks for sticking with me! Still kinda sick but I really wanted to write this out! Friendly reminder this is a quirkless AU.

Other Parts:

Breaking Point - Part One - Locked Out

Breaking Point - Part Two - Intimacy

Breaking Point - Part Three - On Ice

Breaking Point - Part Four - Stitches

Tags: sleepynaya, @kenmakai, @ace-of-books, @swirrley, @mistyfoxsong - Thank you <3

Away games that were more than a three-hour drive from the university called for overnight getaways, Mina had explained to you, “It’s just with the game not starting usually until 8 or 9, we usually just prefer to stay the night and drive back in the morning.” It made sense, three plus hours there, then playing a game only to turn around and drive right back, that did seem exhausting. Hell, even the hour and a half drive last weekend was a pain in the ass.

“Usually I can find some deals on hotels though if I book five or more rooms. Sooo,” She drug out the question, swinging her feet off the edge of your bed, “Can I count you in?”

She really didn’t need to ask to know the answer.

Two days later, late Saturday afternoon, you were in the back of Eijiro’s jeep along with Denki and Izuku. Hanta followed in the car behind with Mina, Mezo, and Kyoka, Tamaki and Mirio were following behind them, and leading the pack were Tetsu and Itsuka.

Autumn had officially taken hold but Eijiro had yet to put the roof on his jeep, allowing for cool air to whip around your face and gave you a wonderful view of the orange and yellow trees that paralleled the highway.

“Is he gonna make it?” You overheard Izuku ask Denki who was smooshed between the two of you.

Denki was still frowning at his phone when he answered, “Doesn’t look like it. The shop is still busy and he doesn’t think he’ll be cut in enough time to get there by game time. Said he’d drive up anyway though…”

“You’ve got a good one, Denks.” Eijiro smirked and knocked his fist against his friend’s knee pulling a small smile from him.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

You rested your chin atop folded arms, leaning against the lip of the car and getting lost in the calming prattle of your friends. Most of which being Katsuki going over plays from the last game and how they could be improved upon, easy enough for you to tune out and get lost in the thoughts of your own mind. Of course, a single thought didn’t stick around for more than a couple seconds, too busy bouncing from one thing to the next.

Papers that were coming due, exams, and, even though you still had two months, the winter holidays. You had no intentions of going home for them. Perfectly content spending them inside your apartment on campus even if everyone else decided to go to their respective homes. Being alone was fine, you could handle that far better than you could dealing with the judgment and whispers that followed you around your hometown.

The car swayed when Katsuki whacked Eijiro’s arm. “Are you listening?”

“Oh!” Denki’s excited chirp made you look over your shoulder, “There’s a rest station comin’ up! Can we stop? I want coffee!”

“Like you, of all fuckin’ people, need caffeine!”

“I dunno man, I could stretch my legs.” Eijiro sighed, “And I am the one driving. Sorry man, but you don't have much of a say.”

“Fine! No more than fifteen minutes though! Still wanna get checked into the hotel before the game.”

Denki already had his phone back out, texting Mina, Amajiki, and Itsuka to let them all know while Izuku patted his boyfriend's arm, reassuring him they were still far ahead of the schedule he had planned.

The rest stop was a sizeable one to Denki’s excitement. He was going to settle for vending machine coffee but here he had options. Meanwhile, you grabbed something to munch on and refilled your water bottle while talking with Mina who was still sad she couldn’t convince you to be with her in Hanta’s car, “I’m gonna make Kit Kat drive next time,” She grumbled, “That way you and Kiri can drive with us.”

“What does Kiri have to do with it?”

“You go in whatever car Kiri is in.”

“That’s because he always drives.”

Mina folded her arms over her chest, “Babe, you realize you could just tell me you like him, right?”

“Mina!” You hissed and she just rolled her eyes.

“Fine. Don’t admit it. Keep pretending everything between you two is just totally platonic… ya know, like the man hasn’t been watching you standing here the entire time we’ve been talking.”

“You just said we,“ You screwed the lid on your water bottle, ”He could be looking at you too.“

She shook her head of poofy pink hair. “Nope. He hasn’t looked at me like that since we were kids.”

That was news to you, “You and Eijiro…”

“For a couple months back in middle school.” She waved it off, “We were like thirteen and learned we are way better friends than anything more! My point is, I know what that guy looks like when he’s caught feelings, and he has, for you, in case I’m not being clear enough.”

You pushed open the door with your hip. “Mina… I think you’re reading into things a little much. There’s nothing there.”

“Doesn’t mean there shouldn’t be!” She called and then jogged off back to Hanta’s car while you walked back over to Eijiro’s jeep.

You were the first one back of the group, dropping in your small bag of goodies and bottle before hoisting yourself onto the tire and then swinging inside. It was after you tore into the snack you bought when you looked up to see Eijiro walking back, hands in the pockets of his jacket.

He didn’t climb back inside though, instead, he leaned against the jeep, right beside your seat. “Would you like to talk about what’s going on with you?”

You nearly choked, “What? What do you mean?” Really hoping he hadn't somehow heard what Mina was going on about.

Eijiro spun around long arms resting against the lip of the car, his chin on top of them, and you realized he was mimicking you when he let out a wistful sigh just before you shoved his face and told him to shut up with a laugh.

“I was just enjoying the drive, Eiji. It’s been a while since I’ve taken a road trip, and, it’s just a really pretty time of year,” You gestured to your surroundings, “And it sure as hell isn’t gonna last long. I just wanted to enjoy it.”

He looked away from you and you were starting to realize he was getting better at telling when you weren’t giving him the full truth. “Fall has always been my favorite time of year,” those ruby eyes met yours again, “But, you’re sure there’s nothing else happening?”

“’M positive. You don’t have to worry about me so much,” You poked at the crinkle between his brows, “You’re gonna wrinkle this pretty face if you keep it up.”

The corner of his mouth propped up in a smile. He still didn’t look like he believed you but he wasn’t going to keep pressing the issue when he could hear Katsuki coming back to the car.

>>><<<

Everyone was back in their cars and on the road by Katsuki’s time limit meaning that roughly an hour and a half later you arrived at the little hotel Mina had found.

Though it looked more like an old home renovated into a hotel or an inn rather. It had white paneling with cherry red shutters over the many windows and a beautiful wrap-around porch with rocking chairs and bench swings. The inn itself and surrounding grounds were all decked out for the festive fall season with pumpkins and hay bails, tall stalks of corn, and some silly scarecrows. “Oh, it’s even cuter than the pictures online.” She gushed.

“You picked this place because it looked cute?”

She bumped shoulders with Katsuki. “I picked it because it’s ten minutes from where your game is, they serve breakfast and dinner, and they gave me a deal since we’re a group that kept us well within our budget.”

He sighed reluctantly but then walked with her inside to make sure everything was in order with the reservations.

By the time you had gathered your backpack and finished looking around the outside of the house, you'd come to the conclusion it was something out of a Hallmark movie, you walked inside the inn, following the sound of Katsuki’s disgruntled voice to the reception counter.

“I’m sorry, sir, the quickest we can get someone out here to fix the issue is going to be Monday so that room simply isn’t available.”

Katsuki had two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose while Mina gnawed on her thumbnail, clearly trying to think. “What’s wrong?” You asked Kyoka who was lingering towards the back of the group.

“The heater went out in one of the rooms and it caused a small electrical issue too. All the other rooms are occupied right now so two of us are kinda screwed.”

“Doesn’t need to be two… Eijiro, Denki, and myself, we all had singles since everyone else is paired off. One of us could just give up our room and can find a different hotel for the night. I don't mind being that person as long as I can get a ride.” You offered even though it really wasn’t her you should be telling that to.

“That’s nonsense,” Itsuka cut in, “If anything you and I can bunk together and so can Tetsu and Eijiro.” You gave her a look knowing damn well she didn’t actually want to be split up from her boyfriend for the night but Itsuka would always do the kind thing to help someone in need.

“Do any of the rooms have two beds?” You heard Denki ask.

“Well, yes…”

“Great, problem solved. Kiri and I will take one of those rooms and Y/N can have the other. No one else in this group needs two beds. That alright with you?” He asked Eijiro who’d been standing behind him who was quick to agree it seemed like the most logical option. “Perfect.”

Room keys were passed out along with a dinner and breakfast for the following morning, “We serve dinner at eight in the dining room but the kitchens remain open until 10:30, no orders will be accepted later than that.” She explained and soon enough, everyone was climbing up the stairs, hauling bulky bags behind them while the poor receptionist winced.

Your room, one with two beds instead of just one, was down at the far end of the long hallway lit by brass wall sconces, beautiful with their intricate designs. The heavy key slid into the lock with no resistance, the door swinging open to a spacious room.

It held two queen-sized beds with matching patchwork quilts draped over the foot of each of them. Small well-loved wooden nightstands, four of them, each with their own lamp and white doily underneath. Two doors were right beside each other, one leading to a small closet and the other a decent bathroom with a clawfoot tub that you were hoping you’d get time to take advantage of.

At the end of the room though was a bay window, climbing onto the cushion seat, you saw it overlooked the back of the property. A vast yard with little white tents, people casually mingling below, sipping cups of something while children darted around the maze in the dimming light of the day. Definitely something out of a Hallmark movie.

You’d gotten the text from Mina just after you plugged in your laptop. It was a reminder that the game started at 8 and everyone needed to be ready to go in about an hour to head for the campus. And that meant you had some time to go exploring.

It was easy enough to find your way to the back of the inn, through the dining room and a gorgeous library that nearly had you drooling, but you kept on track. It would seem you weren’t the only one eager to know what those tents were. Tetsu, Itsuka, Mina, Hanta, and Izuku were all huddled around.

“It’s fresh cider.” Itsuka hummed handing you a warm cup. “Absolutely delicious!” Tetsu was pulling her off to another tent where Mirio and Tamaki had taken up carving tools and were discussing different patterns they could pick from.

“This was a great find, Mina.” Izuku smiled, “Maybe Katsuki will actually want to stay for a couple hours tomorrow and not leave right at the crack of dawn.” Hanta snorted a laugh, “Yeah, yeah, wishful thinking.”

“Maybe I’ll just mention to him that his boyfriend wants to stick around… you know he’d do just about anything for you, babe.”

He blushed, bringing the cup back to his mouth, “Yeah, I know.”

“Do you guys play this team again in the season or is this the only time?” You asked and Hanta brought up the schedule on his phone.

“Actually we do play them again, just after the new year.”

You looked around and tried to imagine the place covered in holiday lights. Izuku seemed to have a similar idea. “I’ll run it by Kacchan and see if he’d want to use this place again, and if they aren’t already booked up around then.”

Breaking off from the group, you’d wandered into the maze, following twists and turns where they may lead you, finishing off your drink as you went. Admiring all the decorations that were thrown in.

“There you are!” You spun around to see Eijiro brushing off his coat.

“You did not just cut through the maze.”

“Ha, me?” His palm went to the back of his neck, “No, that’s childish! It wasn’t like I’ve been looking for you for twenty minutes and then saw your hoodie and couldn’t find the path so I just… made my own?”

All you could do was shake your head. “Why ya lookin’ for me?”

“I was wondering if you could braid my hair back again like you did for the last game? It held up really well.”

“Oh, sure! But, I need some bobby pins for your bangs and those are back in my room,” You checked your phone, “And we’re gonna have to be quick if we’re gonna make Katsuki’s leave time.” You took his hand and led him back out of the maze the proper way.

He sat on the floor in front of your bed, pins in hand and at the ready. Of course, the last time you’d done this it had been on a whim when you had two hours to kill before his game and now you had thirty minutes.

A French braid was the best option you’d learned last time after working on a Dutch braid only to find out it made his helmet fit funny. You ran your fingers through his thick hair, collecting it all back before sectioning it off into pieces.

Eijiro's shoulders weren’t ridged anymore when your hands were up in his hair and he no longer tensed when your nails scratched his scalp and a small moan escaped him.

A couple weeks ago, after their first loss of the season, Eijiro had plopped his head down in your lap at the end of the very long day and you felt him relax as your fingers played with his hair, his eyes drifting shut. He'd even fallen asleep until Katsuki's yelling startled him awake.

You messed up only once on the braid, “Pin please.” He passed one back. “And another.” You tilted his head to the other side and slid the other in place. “And we’re done, with seven minutes to spare. Go check it out.”

You pointed out where the bathroom was. “Looks awesome! I gotta grab my bag and then I’ll meet you at the car.” He hurried to pull his shoes back on, “Thanks, babe!”

Eijiro was halfway down the hall when he realized what he said and he turned back around to you, “Uh, sorry, been hanging around Mina too much I guess.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you at the car… babe.”

“You’re not gonna let me live this down are you?”

“Not a chance!”

>>><<<

Everyone managed to get to the campus ice complex at roughly the same time. There was about forty-five minutes until game time and Katsuki already knew where to find the locker rooms.

You walked in beside Eijiro. “Damn,” You mumbled and burrowed your hands further into your hoodie. “I think it’s colder here than at our rink back home.”

He tugged your sleeve, pulling you off to the side before following the rest of the guys. “Yeah, sometimes that’ll happen but,” He unzipped his bag and pulled out his home sweater, “Here, this should keep you nice and warm.”

“Eijiro…”

“’S fine!" We’re in away sweaters anyways!" That wasn't why you were hesitant though, "Plus, that thing's gonna be a hell of a lot warmer than any hoodie you have.” He waited until you pulled it over your hoodie. “Better?”

You nodded, “Yeah, yeah it is. Thanks, I’ll give it back to you after.”

He zipped the bag back up, “I’ll get it tonight, don’t worry about it.” Eijiro waved over his shoulder, running to catch up with the rest of the team.

You looked down at yourself in his sweater. It fell to your thighs and you were going to have to keep pulling the sleeves up all night but it was so warm and cozy. The logo stood out more on their home sweaters, the big UA, Eijiro’s little ‘A’ stitched on the left side, and you knew his name was embroidered across the back along with the number eight.

It even smelled like him. Woodsey, like cedar, filling your nostrils.

Other people started entering the complex, a few wearing your school's colors too and you took that as your cue to go and find the rest of your friends.

Mina spotted you and waved with a shit-eating grin on her face. “Everything’s still just platonic, right?”

“I was cold.” You reasoned but she wasn’t hearing it. If she had any lingering doubt that her childhood friend had a crush on you, they were all gone now.

[herwritingartcowboy]

Angel Seiji Shishikura x Demon Reader: Sweet Taste, Pt.6, The End Of The Begining

This is the end of season 2 season three will be out till next year along with me Todoroki series as after my 13 days before Halloween is over. Season 3 will be my last series and the Todoroki series will only have 10 or 14 parts. But till next time bye my butterfly’s.

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The next day you two finally got to your kingdom. “Hey Seiji you know the drill” “Yes hide wings and stuff”, you can only nod as you two walked to your castle hearing whispers of the people around you.

*I think it’s the princess* *Who is that boy with her, he looks like that runaway prince*, but you just focused on heading home to see your parents. You were brought in front of your parents as your mother held you in her arms and your father thanking Seiji for keeping you safe. 

“Please relax you two i’ll set up some food for you two”, your mother said walking out of the room with the servants. “Dad i know now” “what do you mean dear” “i know now and we need your help” “Please sir” “Tell me all that you know”

“So Y/n is a princess now” “Yep i always knew she was” “Don’t talk like that about her in front of me” “Okay but what about the guards, the king, and that damn angle” “Don’t worry we’ll win i know we will”

As now you tell your “father” about everything that happen. While Shindou and and the tired purple demon make a plan to end this one for all.

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[quirkfics]

Fourth Kind x Reader; brave

There are sirens. 

Fourth Kind hands you another piece of rubble, muffling his cough against his shoulder, and then pauses to listen. They’re far off, or they sound like it, but it’s rather hard to tell. The sound distortion could be caused by any number of things - from the collapsed buildings, to the plethora of quirks being fired off from both heroes and villains alike. 

Still. The echo of the sirens straightens Fourth Kind’s shoulders, and hope settles a little more steady in your chest.

“Think you can be brave for just a while longer?” He asks, bending to move another loose piece of concrete.

Your answering laugh stops him in his tracks. “I thought we already covered this. I’m here with you and we’re both moving and we can still talk. Of course I can be brave.”

Fourth Kind hands you the next piece, his upper left hand reaching out to brush something off of your cheek. Dust or ash or dirt, it’s kind of useless. You’re still covered in the damn stuff. 

“Clam it,” he says, the kind smile on his face utterly at odds with his words. “Save the sentiment for later, or I’m the one whose going to be in trouble.”

[harunayuuka2060]

Can we have Hawks fly down and kidnap Mc. With Dabi on his back

Y/N: Keigo, can you explain to me why we're 100 feet off the ground?

Hawks: Let's just say I'm feeling high today.

Y/N: Okay...? And why is Dabi here?

Dabi: Too lazy to go in subways.

Hawks: I didn't give you permission to ride on me.

Dabi: Not my fault, chicken wings.

Y/N: Let go. I'm doing a free fall.

Hawks: Nope. Not gonna happen.

Dabi: Not a bad idea, Y/N. Wanna do it together?

Dabi: They say it's best when you're hugging someone like me.

Hawks: *frowns* Y/N's not into spoiled meat.

[kikis-writing-service]

I have too many ideas all the time and then I just get crippled by anxiety because of it. It’s terrible. 😔

On the bright side, if anyone ever needs need help with an idea, feel free to send me an ask. I love fleshing out ideas, my brain usually just snowballs and gets carried away with it.

[nightbrightwrites]

A Good Classic

~ A/N: I’m a bit nervous about posting here; I love writing but I’ve never written an imagine before. Hopefully you all like it, and feel free to let me know what you think and what you want to see!

Summary: You’ve always loved to read, and you weren’t going to let moving into the dorms separate you from your precious tomes! What you didn’t account for, was how the hell you were going to get everything upstairs. Luckily for you, a certain lightning bolt boy was ready and able to offer some help, and maybe get a date out of it too...

Reader is male, btw! Trans or cis isn’t specified, but I am a trans man myself so there will definitely be more trans male oriented content in the future!

Disclaimer: Most of the books mentioned here are English classics; I didn’t want to misrepresent any Japanese titles that I haven’t read. Thank you for your understanding!

You had never regretted your love of reading. It had been a constant in your life for as long as you could remember, and moving into the U.A. dorms wasn’t going to change that. When you woke up that morning, it had been with excitement at the thought of finally moving your books into your dorm. The past few days had been setting up the shelves, and now it was finally time to fill them.

What you didn’t ever think to consider was just how the hell you were going to get all the boxes to your room on the second floor, especially because the elevator was still getting fixed after a certain SOMEONE lost their temper once again.

Thanks Bakugo.

Getting the many boxes to the dorm building wasn’t too bad; you’d had the help of some of the other students of U.A. But none of them could stay, so the task of getting every box up the stairs and to your room, not to mention unpacked and organized, fell onto your shoulders. The sun was shining as of now, the air sweet with the promise of flowers blooming with the incoming spring, but if the forecast was to be believed and rain was on its way, then you needed to get it together and fast.

Before you could steel yourself to bend over and grab the first box, someone calling your name grabbed your attention.

“(Y/N)!” Kaminari was jogging to you with his ever present grin, boyish in its charm and more than enough to bring your own smile rising to the forefront. “What’s with all the boxes?”

At the reminder of your plight, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “I brought some books from home-”

“Some?!” Kaminari’s eyes bulged as he looked around at the many boxes surrounding the entrance. Luckily no one had needed to get around you, but you wanted to get these books safe and sound before the rain started.

“Yes, some!” You scoffed. “What can I say, I have good taste and I didn’t want to leave them behind! I just...” You rubbed at your temple. You thought about asking your classmates, but you didn’t know where they were and something didn’t sit right with leaving your books out here while you ran to find someone.

“Did you text someone to help? How’d you even get all of these here?” Kaminari looked way too amused in the face of your frustration, though he raised his hands in placation when you turned your gaze onto him.

“My friends helped me get them here, but they didn’t stick around. And I...don’t have anyone else’s number.” That was a lie, completely and utterly, but you also refused to admit that the thought of texting had completely slipped your mind. it just wasn’t something you were willing to admit, especially to Kaminari who’d never let you live it down.

“Yikes.” Kaminari looked around at your situation one more time, before his eyes met yours once more. He seemed to be considering something, lips pursed in thought, until he finally gave a lazy shrug.

“I’ll help!”

Saying that you were taken aback was an understatement. “...You?”

Kaminari’s bright grin dropped, and you had a to bite back a snort. “Sorry, sorry. I just wasn’t expecting that. Thank you, you’re the best!”

“Ah ah, don’t go singing my praises yet, pretty boy!” Kaminari kept talking, but your head was a little more focused on the pet name. Pretty boy, huh? No one had ever called you that before, and you...kinda liked it. Even though it threw you off balance, it was worth it for the butterflies that erupted in your stomach.

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)! Don’t make me have to zap ya!” A hand waving in front of your face snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Hm?”

“Were you listening to me?”

“No.” With that, you picked up a box and headed inside, rolling your eyes fondly at Kaminari’s protests. Soon enough you heard him stomping behind you, muttering something about the box being filled with rocks instead of books.

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“So, Pride and Prejudice, huh?” Kaminari lifted the book with a raised brow.

You two had managed to get the last box inside just as the rain started, and both of you were exhausted to say the least. You didn’t want to keep him any longer, but he offered to unpack your books and you really could use the help.

You weren’t, however, going to take his shit. “Kaminari, I know for a fact that you like the classics just as much as I do.”

“Pfft, what? No way-”

“I know that you sit in the library every Friday before curfew to read in the little corner over in the history section. I sit there too sometimes, it’s very comfy.”

Kaminari sputtered for a moment, during which you took the time to load up your poor shelves with more literature. Listening to the usually confident boy sputter for a moment was a lovely soundtrack, though you silently prayed he didn’t short circuit. Your poor books couldn’t handle it.

“...S-So are you just stalking me or something? If you liked me that bad you could’ve just asked me out.” He chuckled, still slightly off-kilter. He hoped he was sounding at least somewhat flirty, but from the funny look you gave him, he wasn’t doing that good of a job.

“In your dreams, maybe.” You chuckled. “No offense, but I don’t think you’re my personal Mr. Darcy.”

“Mr. Rochester?”

You paused. “Is this your way of telling me you’re gonna lock me in the attic?”

Kaminari’s grin never dropped so fast, and you had to stifle a snort behind a hardcover.

“Come on, throw me a bone here (Y/N)!”

“I’m free tomorrow.”

Kaminari blinked, feeling his face heat ever so slightly. “H-Huh?”

“You wanted a bone, yes? I’m free tomorrow if you wanted to-”

“Yes!” Kaminari fist-pumped, already running through ideas in his head. “You won’t be disappointed, (Y/N)!” He sprinted out of the room, careful not to trip over or God forbid, step on any of your books.

“Kaminari, we’re not done-! And he’s gone.” You sighed, shaking your head fondly. Luckily you were almost done shelving, though it took you a bit longer than usual; your mind was a bit preoccupied with your date tomorrow.

[heartfeltheart]

What Am I Doing?

.........somehow, I am writing a hawks x reader smut one-shot.

[stubz]

had an idea and also haven't seen any drabbles including an immortal or near-immortal reader in bnha so I decided to make this. Same world same quirk society reader just has a quirk that has allowed them to live for a long time. also this is long

In the beginning, analyzing quirks was hard since no one had any idea what they were or where they came from. And then villains appeared halting the world for quite some time. Now the world has so many amazing machines and tools that we can use to understand them. But even with this brilliant technology your quirk still remains a mystery. At the age of 18, numerous tattoo-like designs appeared on you. Each one was different and unique: a frog on your cheek, a rainbow-like galaxy on your back, stars on your stomach, and that's just a few of them. In total, you counted 20 of these marks. You tried to make more appear, to make some kind of art-related thing happen but nothing. So you just figured that that was it, this is your meta ability.

That is until you realized you stopped aging

It took a few years but soon enough you realized that you looked the exact same as you did when you were 18 years old. At first, you didn't really think much about it but as time went on it got harder to ignore. Getting a good job, going to bars, or just doing anything that required you to be older than 18 was so hard to do since it took so long to convince them that 'yes I am an adult'. And then your social life was a mess since it felt weird to hang out with people your physical age and it felt awkward to know how awkward the people your real age felt when you hung out with them. Dating was out of the question for reasons that don't even need to be explained.

So you just kinda gave up and lived a simple life. You had your family and original friends who loved you and you loved them, so really it wasn't that bad. Visited your parents every week or so for a nice dinner. Babysat for your siblings when they wanted a date night with their spouse. Did pranks with your friends pretending to be their kid. Life was good as long as no one addressed the elephant in the room. That, as decades went by, you showed no signs of slowing down. Which was something you hoped for. You went to the doctor every year hoping that while on the outside you were youthful the inside was aging. But every year, nothing changed.

It's been a hundred years since your meta-quirk, appeared. 24 years since they left you...well not on purpose...they didn't want to...but they had to. Sure you have your nieces, nephews, and other extended family but it's not the same. To take your mind off things you decided to travel soon after the last member of your immediate family passed away.

You've been to America, Italy, Ireland, wherever you felt like going to. Sometimes you stayed for a few days, others times you stayed for a few years. So far Japan is the place you've stayed at for the longest, 3 years. You like the scenery and people, love their culture and food, and respect their heroes. Specifically, All Might who of all the heroes you've seen in your lifetime is one of your favorites. He's one of the reasons why you decided to visit that and U.A. Once one of your nephews actually suggested that you enroll there since you're immortal and maybe you would be "young" enough to be taken in as a special case.

But you were never interested in being a hero plus your quirk just stopped you from aging...and dying. Anyways you would need to do some crazy hardcore training to be able to actually defeat a villain. You just wanted to experience the festivals they hold every year!

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This year's sports festival was pretty awesome. There were some pretty amazing quirks along with interesting students. The green-haired kid was one of your favorites, you found it amazing how he used the bombs to propel him. The two shark teeth boys really pumped you up, both of them refusing to give up. Endeavor's son didn't disappoint although you thought that Endeavor himself was odd, to say the least. That pink-haired inventor girl was hilarious, you thought it was great how she used the entire festival as a way to attract investors!

It was great, really made your week!

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It's happening again. Someone just came up to you asking about your "tattoos" wondering where you got them done. You don't like talking about them but it's not like you can just tell people that without being asked questions. Plus you don't mind so much now, you've gotten used to it. Lots of people ask about them, tattoo enthusiasts, curious kids, art lovers, etc. your markings are detailed and eye-catching. This always gives you a bittersweet feeling, however, usually, it's bitter.

You turn to them wearing a fake cheerful smile, something that you can do so naturally now, and freeze. It's one of them, one of the kids from the festival! The electric one who fought the plant girl!

Before you can say anything he exclaims how 'cool your tattoo is up close' and 'wow you have so many!' before asking even more questions. Apparently, he takes this train quite often and noticed you a few days ago, and has wanted to ask about your tattoos for quite some time now. He seemed quite interested and excited about them so you decided to actually chat with him rather than brush him off like you do with others. Also, you found him rather fun to watch during the sports festival.

You let him get a closer look at the ones on your hands, arms, neck, face, and told him about the other ones hidden by your shirt and pant sleeves. You told him it was actually part of your quirk and that they showed up when you were younger and that you aren't too sure how or why making sure to leave out the immortal part. During the entire conversation you had with him you noticed that he kept looking at the mark on your left arm. It was one of the simpler ones, a lighting strike starting at your wrist and branching out along your forearm in simple black ink.

"Huh, I guess we match." you say taking notice of the lighting bolt in his hair.

"Yeah, I guess we do!" he replies with a laugh. "Hey, do you mind if I take some pictures of your markings? I wanna show my friends! But only if it's okay with you, of course..." he finishes nervously.

Eh, why not? You agree and ask which one he would like to take a picture of. Surprisingly not only does he want a picture of all of the ones exposed right now but he would like an individual picture of each one. First done is the lighting strike, then the frog with him zooming in to only get the frog, then the others. He pays special focus to 4 specific ones. A red alligator snapping turtle on your left hand. A cartoony smile on the other side of the lighting strike. A small pink faceless breakdancer beside the smile. And finally, a hand on your left bicep which held an explosion.

With that, your stop comes and you both say your goodbyes.

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A week goes by since your encounter with the electric boy during which nothing really interesting happens. In fact, you're kinda bummed that you haven't been able to see him again on the train. Despite being here for 3 years you have yet to make a real connection with anyone. Annnd just like that he appears, this time with friends.

Friends who weirdly look familiar and not just because they're from the sports festival...eh you'll figure it out

You alert him of your presence with a wave and a smile which you soon regret doing when the pink one runs up to you and just stares at you.

"Uhhh, hi? You need something kid?" ah shoot, you gotta stop calling people kid. Well, at least this time the person is physically younger than you.

"Oh, whoops, sorry for staring," she sheepishly says taking a step back "I was just really excited that we found you! Now I can see the real deal in person!"

"You've been looking for me?" eyebrow raised, you question whether or not you should get off the next stop. 'They're not weird or anything, right? Nah, U.A. probably wouldn't accept them if they were...I hope.'

"Mina! You're making us sound like stalkers!" cried the boy with abnormally sharp teeth.

After some squabbling between the 5 of them, well 4 of them the blonde one stayed quiet most of the time, lighting bolt finally explained that no they were not stalking you or anything. His friends just wanted to meet you after he showed them your tattoos. You also finally learned his name, Kaminari, along with his friends' names. Pink's name was Mina, shark teeth was Kirishima, tall dark and brooding was Bakugou and smiley face was Sero...wait a fudging second

Holy crap this kid's smile was your marking come to life! You immediately took off your jacket and rolled up your sleeve to make a comparison. Seeing this just made him smile even more

"So you didn't just copy and paste my smile on your arm?" you reply with a shake of your head.

"Bakubro look! It's your hand! It looks just like your explosions!"

"What do you mean that puny firecracker looks like one of my explosions?! No way could someone copy one of mine with ink shitty hair!!"

"Guys look! It's a tiny me! I even have a hoodie that looks just like that!"

"This turtle looks like Kiri when he's using his quirk!"

'Well, now it looks like I'm the weird one.'

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After realizing that you created a wall of sorts in the middle of the train car you suggested that you get off at the next stop and sit down somewhere so you can all talk comfortably. They agreed and you all got off and went into the nearest cafe. Questions were asked but you stuck with what you said when explaining your markings to Kaminari.

Realizing that you truly did not know of them beforehand and that they simply appeared they asked if they could look at your other ones. You reply by taking off your shirt revealing the undershirt you had on for situations like this.

For the most part, their reactions were just like Kaminari's when he first saw you. Even the quiet grump showed some surprise when seeing your decorated skin.

Mina took interest in the rabbit on your neck saying something about how it looked just like Koda's, whoever that was. Sero was looking at the scorched notebook on your right bicep. Kaminari was behind you looking at either the back of your neck or the shoulder blades, on your neck was a pair of headphones surrounded by music notes while on your shoulder blades was a shadowed figure talking with different soundwaves coming out of his mouth. Kirishima was 'showing' Bakugou the bear trying to get a beehive on your right shoulder.

Weirdly enough this is one of the few times you aren't bothered by this. Most of the time you only allow people to see the ones on your hands and face. And always is it only for a few minutes, even with the nicest people, saying that you have to go to work or something like that. But this time you sit back and allow them to closely examine them, even letting them touch them.

The last time someone touched your markings was when you watched a movie with your family and the little ones got too bored to watch and decided to trace your marking instead. It was a nice moment, one of your favorites to be honest.

And this, this felt just like that moment. You feel amused watching their faces fill up with wonder and concentration trying to find every mark, every detail. This feels...right, it feels homey in a weird way. A nice weird way.

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For the first time in a long ass time, you're hanging out with people. Somehow you were "convinced" by these teens to come with them to meet their friends who are at the mall. You say convince but really it was just Mina and Kaminari dragging you out of the cafe while Kirishima and Sero took your bag and phone hostage.

Sounds bad but honestly, they were hardly even dragging you, they had a loose grip on your hands and every so often they all looked at you as if to make sure that you were fine with this. Bakugou even barked at them to not kill the shitty extra, how thoughtful. Oddly enough you were totally fine with this. Maybe today was one of those once-in-a-blue-moon moments where you felt like being social for once. Maybe it's because you realized you were out of laundry detergent. Who knows?

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"Are you kidding me? Did you guys plan all this or something? There is no way a stranger you just met had this before meeting you guys." Ojiro says in disbelief staring at your left calf.

"Nope got this way before meeting these goofs." it is weird though how nearly everyone has a connection with your markings. Like this one, a monkey hanging upside down in a tree, its tail and color scheme just like the tail boy.

Tsuyu is the frog, and the rainbow galaxy on your lower back looks like what happens when Yaoyorozu uses her quirk. The stars on your stomach are basically what Aoyama would be as an emoji. The two crows on your right thigh are Tokoyami and Dark Shadow. A flaming snowflake beside the stars on your stomach, Todoroki. A pair of glasses with engine parts for the wire and frame on your left shin, Iida. Shadow without a body beside the glasses, Toru. The hamster on the moon on your right calf is Uraraka. And the six-armed sleeping beast on your right shin is Shoji.

The many-voiced figure is the only one that does not have someone just like Mineta isn't connected to any of the markings. Something that he complains about for a bit.

You all talk and they show you around the mall since you've never been to this one before. It's pretty easy to talk to these kids, you could see yourself becoming friends with them if things were different. Eventually, they ask you what your quirk can do to which you say you don't know. Which is the whole truth. To this day you still don't truly know what your quirk does or can do, yes it makes you immortal but what are the markings for?

You exchange numbers with everyone and head home.

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Weeks go by and you're still in contact with the group surprisingly. They mostly send you memes and stuff with the occasional invite to hang out with them which you accept. Despite being 118 years old you have no problem with conversing with kids and teens. Could be because you're brain has stopped developing so technically you still have the brain of one. Still feels kinda weird to hang out with them though since you've stayed in contact with your family members who are aging so it's hard to forget your true age.

But every time your near them you get this feeling of sorts. A feeling that makes you feel relaxed, comfortable as if you were surrounded by people who were there for you. Safe, they made you feel safe whenever you were talking to them, looking at them, being with them, it didn't matter who it was. Momo, Koda, Sato, Tsuyu, as long as it was one of them you felt safe.

Meeting Shinsou only amplifies this feeling.

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Weeks turn into months and months turn into years and soon enough they're in their final year. You are so proud of them, of what they've done and what they do.

Everyone is already popular with the media all of them having a fan page or two. So far Midoriya, Bakugo and Todoroki have the most. Many of them have been interviewed by reporters and Momo and Aoyama starred in a couple of advertisements.

Shinsou ended up transferring to class A after the Incident with Mineta. Last you heard he's in another hero school and finally grew all his hair back.

Today is the last day of school before winter break and also the day some of your family will visit.

You still haven't told the kids the truth about your quirk.

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The kettle is going on and The Nightmare Before Christmas plays on the TV. On the couch are Aoyama, Toru, Mina, and Jiro. Below them laying on the nest of blankets and pillows are Kaminari, Kirishima, Shoji, Sero, and Shinsou. In the kitchen are Sato, Bakugo, Tsuyu, and yourself. Setting the up seating arrangement is Momo, Iida, Todoroki, Midoriya, and Ochako. Koda, Tokoyami, and Ojiro are currently out buying more food.

Once again you thank past you for splurging on a house instead of an apartment when coming here. Already it's packed in here and your family hasn't even arrived yet.

Speak of the devil there goes the doorbell. Quickly washing your hands you go to the door and see 5 of your relatives along with Koda and co who finished grocery shopping.

Introductions are made, hugs and handshakes are exchanged. When releasing the eldest member in the room they stop and stare at you.

"What? Is there flour on my face? Bakugo you told me I was fine!"

"And you are! Now let me cook you ungrateful extra!"

"Your different." your second great-nephew murmurs

"You think so? Well, I'll be honest I feel different ever since meeting these guys!" it's true, your friends have made the last 3 years some of the best years of your life.

"N-no I mean, you look different. Olivia, come here and look at y/n." his wife comes near you two and looks closely at your face. After a minute she has the same look as your nephew.

"You do look different...you look older," she whispers "have you found a way of making yourself look older?"

"What? No...what do you mean by older?"

"I- Let's step outside shall we?" people are starting to look at you three.

You step outside and walk a few feet from the door. The couple then takes out their phones. Olivia shows you a family picture of all of you from 6 years ago while your nephew, Alastor, takes a picture of you. They show the pictures side by side. On the left there you are in the middle of your family, smiling at the camera looking the same as you did decades earlier. On the right is also you making the same face as the family picture but this time you look different.

"See? You do look different, you look older!"

"Are you really not using makeup or some kind of tonic?"

You do indeed look older. Not by much but to someone who has looked the same for a century, it's huge. You have the tiniest of wrinkles forming near your eyes. You have some spots and blemishes from not using sunscreen during the summer. Bags are under your eyes from late-night gaming with Shinsou and Tokoyami.

"...holy shit I'm aging."

"Did you not know?!"

"Aunt/uncle y/n!"

"Hey! You all know I don't like being reminded of my situation! I don't like looking in the mirror or at pictures including me! You know this!"

"...so you're actually aging? You're not immortal anymore?"

"I-I guess so...don't tell the family okay? Not tonight. I mean I still haven't even told my friends about all this...so let's just wait for a bit, okay?"

"Alright great y/n." it's been a long time since he's called you that. Great y/n, the oldest member of the family.

"Thanks, Ally."

"You know I hate that."

"I know."

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The three of you go back inside. Your nephew's kids are chatting with your friends, the eldest helps in the kitchen unfazed by Bakugo's antics, the middle helps sets the table, the youngest sits with the others watching the movie.

You join the youngest wanting to distract yourself from what you just learned. He crawls onto your lap and rolls up your pant leg to trace his favorite marking.

After a while, he stops and looks to the left. Back and forth he looks until finally he stays fixated to the left, murmuring something. You lean in and listen.

"...one...two...three...four...five...six..." he gasps and looks up at you, eyes full of wonder. "y/n how did you get Grover to come out?"

You finally look at what it was that he was staring at and make eye contact with Shoji who noticed your nephews staring. Grover...six...Shoji...oooh.

A loud snort draws everyone's attention to you. Try as you might you couldn't stop yourself from laughing.

"That's not Grover that's Shoji, my friend. Your right though, they do look similar."

"Who's Grover?" a confused Kaminari asks.

"He's the beast on y/n! He's my favorite!" shouts Louis. He lifts up your leg as high as he can showing everyone your shin. You see in the corner of your eye Shoji doing a deep exhale, shoulders relaxing. Kirishima pats his back saying something that you can't hear.

'Oh, he thought that Louis was scared of him. Well, let's make sure to clear that up.' you stand up and introduce Louis to Shoji. Immediately your nephew grabs his hands and asks him all sorts of questions.

"How come you look like Grover? Do your arms make you super strong? Are you strong like Grover? Grover is my favorite marking cause he's cool! People say he's scary looking and mean but really he's not. He's soft and fluffy and keeps people safe!"

"I'm pretty strong, I could probably lift a car. Although I've never tried it."

"Wow! Really?! That's awesome! Oh, oh, look! This is my favorite!" he pulls the gentle giant to a new spot tugs him down, and plops in his lap. The poor guy looks so lost on what to do with the 5-year-old in his lap. Trying to get him off his lap he picks him which backfires instantly on him. Louis clings to his arms like a koala and starts asking him even more questions.

With a laugh, you shake your head and look around the room. Everyone is getting along with each other. Alastor is sitting in the armchair chatting with those near and on the couch laughing about something. No doubt some embarrassing story about you.

Olivia joined her daughter in the kitchen and is surprisingly having a civilized discussion with Bakugo about some cooking methods. Her daughter, Lily, chats with Tsuyu and Sato.

Matthew, the middle child, multitasks helping set the table while talking with Tokoyami and Todoroki.

It's pretty surprising how well everyone is getting along. If you didn't know better you would have thought that this is a regular thing you do altogether.

Together. You're finally together. With family and friends and soon, but not too soon, your original family. You'll tell your friends the truth, you will. But for now, you just want to enjoy this moment. Where for once you feel normal again.

You feel like you are home again.

[ko-riacchi]

Accepting requests

I’m trying to get back into writing more regularly. 

Don’t know if anyone would be interested but feel free to send me an ask with any BNHA boy(s). :) 

[scarlettriot]

I wanna make another in my Stood Up series! Does anyone have any requests of who I should make next? Bakugo, Kirishima, and Kaminari are linked below :)

Please be aware all these include smut. Thanks!

Stood Up - Bakugo - WC 3,502

Stood Up - Kirishima - WC 3,612

Stood Up - Kaminari - WC 2,461

[maemi324]

Okay everyone say it with me ( not the first to have said this im sure but anyhow)

Bakugou x female reader

Anastasia AU.

I'm not sure why but seeing Dimitri say "she's the real thing" like that moment of realization just...makes me think of Bakugou?

[silenceofthecookies]

Hello! I saw requests are open, so I thought I’d just request this. Can I get headcannons for All Might, Aizawa, and Bakugo with a non-binary s/o? Like what they would do if someone misgenders(uses the wrong pronouns and/or preferred name) them. Or if they get dysphoria. Or if they would struggle using they/them pronouns or not. If you decide to do this thank you so much! Have a good day or night!

Hi Anon! I’ll admit, this one was a bit of a challenge, but I educated myself with the help of the internet and a friend. If you notice anything wrong with this, please let me know, that way I can continue educating myself. 

That being said, enjoy the headcanons!  

All Might:

When you’ve just met, All Might unknowingly uses the wrong pronouns. Once you point out that you’d rather not be addressed with those pronouns, he starts trying his very best to change up his habits. At first, he doesn’t even question why you want to use different pronouns than what he initially assumed. He just accepts you. Once the two of you feel a little bit more comfortable around him, he’ll ask you about your gender identification.

So eventually you tell him. He’ll ask for more information, as he’s been too out of the loop doing hero work, that he doesn’t fully understand what it means. It’s something about you though, so he is more than willing to learn. He is very understanding about it, and isn’t judging you in any way.

After telling him all about it, he’ll ask how he can support you with daily things. Nothing is too much effort when it comes to you. Unknown to you, he’ll also start doing some research on the internet to find out more.

All Might will shower you in love, affection and affirmations. And if that’s not what you need at that moment? Say the word, and he’ll stop. Social queues really aren’t his strong point, so you’ll need to be vocal with what it is you do and don’t need.

Unless you don’t want people to know, All Might will support you in public as well. Correcting people when they use the wrong pronouns, or defending you when people want to tell you you’re about to use ‘the wrong bathroom’. He’s rather protective, and will shield you from as much oppression about it as he can, while allowing you to talk with anyone who wants to learn, as long as you’re up for it.

All in All, All Might will have a lot to learn, but he will try his very best to support you in any way you need.

 Aizawa:

Like many cismen, Aizawa doesn’t remember that there are other sets of pronouns that he can use in the beginning. He will keep using she/him when referring to you, and you’re a little scared to correct him.

Aizawa is a perceptive one though, and your discomfort doesn’t go unnoticed. Eventually he asks you if he has been making wrong assumptions. When you admit that he has been doing just that, Aizawa instantly apologizes, and he tells you he’ll change it up to whatever you need it to be.

As he isn’t the most sociable person, Aizawa has basic knowledge of what being non-binary means, but he’s never closely interacted with someone who is non-binary. He has no problem switching to referring to you with the correct pronouns, but there are other things in daily life that he never realised you might struggle with, and that he might need to adapt himself to. Every day he gets better.

Out in public, Aizawa will only defend you if needed. You’re a strong person, and you can handle yourself. Whenever people start getting unreasonable or hurtful, he will step in and calmly but firmly tell people that that’s enough. Luckily he’s rather intimidating, and he will scare most people into apologizing, or at least into leaving you alone.

Once he notices you’re feeling dysphoric, he’ll start doing things to hopefully alleviate the feeling. Depending on what it is you need, he’ll either help you relax, or he’ll keep busy with you. Whichever it is, your favourite music is playing in the background.

You bet this man will give you all the affirmations you need when you’re feeling bad, and he’ll support you through every decision you make to feel better.

 Bakugou:

When you tell him you want to be addressed with a different name and different pronouns, Bakugou is very confused at first. Why the sudden change in name? Why the change in pronouns, you’re still a boy/girl, right? All the standard questions of people who have no idea what being non-binary means.

It’s going to take a lot of explaining to make Bakugou realise the gravity of your declaration. At first, he’s having a hard time adjusting himself it, but he loves you, and your gender identity isn’t going to change that.

Be prepared to hear the name he used to call you a lot, followed by ‘fuck, no, that’s wrong’ and then your chosen name. Referring to you as his boyfriend/girlfriend/partner will also take a lot of cursing, but he will get there!

Even if he’s still getting used to the changes himself, he will cuss out anyone who messes it up and doesn’t correct themselves. Messing up is awkward enough for you as it is, but he doesn’t want people to keep using the wrong name or pronouns. Even when you’re not there, he’s standing up for you.

Bakugou really struggles when you’re feeling dysphoric, because he wants you to be comfortable but he has no idea how to make you feel more comfortable. What he does do is drop any aggression he usually displays, talking softly, anything to make you at least feel safe around him. He’ll outright ask you what he needs to do when you’re feeling like that, and how you need him to act around you.

It’s going to be a bumpy ride, but Bakugou will be with you every step of the way, supporting you, and loving you just as much as before you came out.

[harunayuuka2060]

Y/N's mother: Y/N, I heard you're dating a villain. Stop this nonsense and break up with her.

Y/N: And why would I listen to you? You kept on nagging me about looking for my soulmate. Now that I have found her, you're telling me to dump her?

Y/N's mother: SHE'S A VILLAIN!

Y/N: *yells* I DON'T CARE!!!

Y/N's mother: Y-You're screaming to me now? You have no respect! *about to slap you*

Y/N: *grabs her wrist before she could hit you*

Y/N's mother: Y-Y/N!

Y/N: Ma.

Y/N's mother: ...

Y/N: Leave before I do anything that we'll both regret.

Y/N's mother: You're insane. *slams the door shut*

Y/N: *sigh*

Y/N: That was close...

*meanwhile*

Toga: *grits her teeth in anger*

Twice: Are you okay, Toga?

Toga: No! I think something wrong is going on with Y/N!

Twice: ...

Twice: Do you want to check on them?

Toga: I will-

*the door opens*

Shigaraki: You're all noisy as hell.

Y/N: Ah, Toga.

Toga: Y/N! *runs to hug you* Are you okay?!

Y/N: I am the one who need to ask that. Are you okay?

Dabi: Handjob, why is Y/N with you?

Shigaraki: *scratches his neck* Coincidence.