#bnha x reader argument

[thehusbandoden]

You Flinch During an Argument -Shinso Hitoshi

A/n: meow <3

Oh wait I think this is actually my first finished thing for Shinso. Am I doing him right?? Idk T^T

General info:

Genre: angst to fluff/comfort // Wc: 1,594 // second person

Warnings!: arguing, accidentally breaking a promise, flinching, and a little bit of crying.

Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi

Horror ate away at Shinso's conscience as he looked down at you in shock.

You, his beloved y/n who stuck with him through these difficult seven months of a new relationship. His one and only supporter, his first love, his best friend, and his partner.

He had promised you that he would never use his quirk on you unless it was related to training.

He promised, and he belived it too. He knew that he would never take control of your goregous mind.

And so why? Why did he let himself be so weak. So.. so out of control?

It was all a blur. He hadn't even realized that he activated his quirk that he despised so much. One second you were shouting at one another, and the next you were completely still, eyes holding no sign of their usual spark. That spark that was always present, the spark that he grew to adore.

He continued to yell though, not yet noticing that you weren't yourself.

"Why can't you tell that I did nothing! She grabbed my arm and I ignored her! I walked away without sparing her a glance- y/n she means nothing! You're the only one that I could ever possibly be interested in! So why are you being so stubborn!? Just- just stop!"

At his command you simply dropped the arms that were folded against your chest, going completely still.

That was when he realized that you weren't in your right mind- that it seemed like you were being controlled.

The realization broke his heart as he deactivated his quirk, causing your eyes to suddenly pop back to life.

Your face was contorted in confusion for a few moments before you slowly looked up at him in shock.

"Y-y/n I-I can explain." Shinso's voice was wobbly as he looked down at you, eyes wide in unbelieve, voice full of emotion. You've never seen him this shaken before, and to be honest it scared you. What.. happened?

"D-did you just control me? Hitoshi you better answer truthfully."

"I-I did but- please it was an accident- I- I swear-"

"Hitoshi.. you promised me you wouldn't. What happened?" You asked, tears in your eyes as your hands started to shake.

"I-I know baby I know but please it was an accident- I- I noticed when you stopped when I told you to-"

"How long did you control me Hitoshi?"

"Less then a minute- please y/n I didn't mean to!"

"But yet you still did. I- I can't look at you right now. I.. need some time."

"Y-y-y/n.." Shinso whispered, tears pooling at the edge of his eyes.

"Y/n... y/n please- I- I-"

"I-I'm just going to go.. I'll.. see you some other time."

"Y/n wait!"

"What is it.. Shinso?"

"I-I am so, so sorry. I'll understand if you're going to- to leave me."

"No, Sh- Hitoshi. I'm not going to leave you. I Just need some time to sort this out, okay? I'll text you when I get to my dorm, but other than that please don't contact me."

"O-okay.. I-I love you.."

"I- I love you too.."

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Three weeks later and you were still dreading talking to Shinso. You've texted him every few days to let him know that you were doing okay and you simply needed more time. He was understanding each time, and that calmed you down quite a bit.

You knew that you wouldn't be able to leave him. You've loved the boy for years. You fell in love with himin elementary school, admiring his quick wit and braveness fending off bully after bully. You admired him, you really did.

The two of you quickly became friends, and your love for him grew each day. You eventually worked up the courage to confess in your first grade of high school. He seemed hesitant, but he accepted your brunch date. After three dates in quick session he was the one to ask for the two of you to advance, which you accepted.

Less than a month in he confessed his love and you reciprocated his feelings. Five more months into your relationship and everything seemed so perfect. That is until girls started flocking him.

It made sense, he had recently gotten into the hero course and had outstanding looks. You would've been fine with it- but he didn't seem to mind.. at all. He wouldn't tell them to back off, or even tell them he was taken. He simply.. ignored them. It made you uncomfortable and you tried to reasonable about it, but he just wouldn't listen.

After a month of this back and forth you refused to be brushed off again and it ended up being both your first argument as a couple, and will probably be the worst one in at least a year or so.

You believed him when he said that he didn't mean to activate his quirk, but it still hurt. And you couldn't shake it off. You knew that you would forgive him, and this endless silence was breaking him, but you just needed more time. But you also knew that you couldn't wait much later or Shinso would be broken for at least a few months. And so, you scheduled a meet up. In three days, you texted Shinso to meet you in your favorite park to talk. He willingly agreed, and now you simply have to collect your thoughts.

~~Three days later~~

You took a deep breath as you looked yourself over in the mirror.

You were dressed casually, plain blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket.

Looking over yourself worriedly, you smiled as you remember you complaining about this exact outfit to Shinso and how he told you that you looked nice. He hugged you from behind, gazing into your eyes lovingly before complimenting everything he loved about your outfit, accompanying each sentence with a kiss to your head, temple, forehead, cheeks, and then your nose.

He gazed into your eyes, taking your hand before telling you that you were gorgeous, and that he could never dream of anyone more perfect than you.

Smiling sadly, you hurry to grab your phone and wallet before heading out of your dorm, greeting your classmates as they smiled and waved at you.

Stepping outside, you hurry to the park, wanting to get there before Shinso does. Humming, you smiled at your favorite play list you were listening to, deciding that some of your favorite music would help calm your nerves and help you think clearer.

A few minutes later you arrived at the park, smirking as you realized Shinso wasn't there yet.

Ever since you discovered the park in the beginning of your highschool year the two of you started a tradition, if you could call it that. You never discussed it, but you had always rushed to see who could get to the park first, and Shinso usually won. He hardly cared about how he looked and didn't mind losing out on sleep to see you pout so cutely.

It was actually quite endearing, though you would never admit it out loud.

Sitting on your favorite bench under a large Oak tree, you pull out your phone to text Shinso, gently teasing him for being second this time. As you were about to hit send, you jumped as you felt a cold hand embrace your cheek. Looking at the hand, you scoffed as you saw Shinso holding your cheek gently, smiling teasingly at you.

"Got you.. again." Shinso murmured, causing you to blow a strand of hair out of your face huffingly.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." You pout, causing the boy in front of you to chuckle.

"So.. you're ready to talk?" Shinso prompted, sitting across from you, now nervous and unsure.

"Yeah... Listen Hitoshi, I know you didn't mean to, and I know that you feel really bad about it."

"I do, I really, really do."

"And I know for a fact that I am not gonna leave you for something so silly. I love you, Toshi and I want to hear the apology you've been dying to tell me and forgive you."

"Y/n, my Love, I am so, so sorry. I cannot forgive myself for losing control of my quirk like that, and I promise that I will do everything in my power to never lose control again. I also want to apologize for overlooking your feelings. In my head it was enough to ignore them, but now I realize that that was selfish and wrong, and I want to talk to you, calmly about it, and find a conclusion."

"I forgive you, Toshi. And I'm sorry too. I'd really like it if we could find some middle ground.. but first, we should get some lunch and go on a date, we've harldy seen each other in three weeks after all. Oh, and I love you I really, really do."

"And I love you so much more y/n, so much that it hurts." Shinso murmured, leaning towards you after every word, finishing it off with kissing your lips sweetly.

"I don't think that's possible." You breathe, causing Shinso to chuckle.

"Oh trust me, it is." He finished, pecking your lips once more before standing up, taking your hand to take you out on the best date possible.

Because there is nothing Shinso loved more than you, and he'd continue to prove it until the day he died.

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[moonlitshines]

fragile hearts.

bakugo katsuki x f!reader

angst, hurt and comfort. toxic rs (?) happy ending.

aftermath of the screaming competition you’ve had with your boyfriend last night.

Synopsis: You and Bakugo were dating for years already but having a romantic relationship with him doesn’t mean that he’s less meaner to you. Yesterday, he was really tired from training and overworked. When you tried to take care of him, he snapped and said hurtful things for the nth time. This has been happening over and over already.

You were laying down on the bed while scrolling on your phone. Him, on the other hand, is busy with his computer, playing a game and acting unbothered. Both of you refusing to talk to each other.

You heard him sigh to himself. His focus shifts ever so often during his match as he sneaks a glance at you from his peripheral vision. He knows he snapped at you yesterday, but at the same time he was frustrated and tired after having practiced the same move over and over for hours on end. That was no excuse to snap at you, of course, but he’d never admit that. But even while feeling a pang of guilt in his chest, Bakugo keeps his mouth shut and continues to watch his match.

The game comes to a pause and he looks over again at you. The guilt starts to eat at him more as he thinks about what he said to you yesterday. He feels the urge to say something, but his ego and pride holds him back from doing so. He sighs to himself again before deciding to talk to you.

“Hey.”

You didn’t, however, said anything and just keeps scrolling on your phone. That made him want to approach you, thus he sits on the bed right where you are and gives you a sidelong glance. Seeing you scrolling on your phone and looking like you don’t want to talk to him, you heard him sigh to himself again.

“Hey, can we talk?”

You just took a quick glance at him, “About what?”

It’s not like you really don’t know what he wants. He didn’t fail to notice how you respond curtly. He doesn’t know if it’s because you’re still mad at him or not, but he chooses his next words carefully. He doesn’t want to seem like he’s being defensive towards you.

“I want to talk about yesterday… because I know I got a little heated and… said some things I shouldn’t have said to you.”

He keeps his eyes on you, trying to read your expression to gauge what you’re thinking. He is honestly pretty worried that you’d give him a negative response… and quite honestly, that you’d just ignore him and not talk to him at all, which he honestly thinks he deserves but still doesn’t want to happen.

“I just… need to get my head focused and I kinda lost my cool,” he says quietly as he struggles with his words. Bakugo isn’t good with verbal emotions but he really wanted to express himself to you without saying the wrong things.

“It’s fine. I apologize for bothering you, too. Sorry, I’ll let you focus now,” you muttered.

“Is that it?”

You didn’t fail to notice the frustration in his face as he said that. He wasn’t sure if it’s because you’re not even remotely forgiving to him and you’re just going to disregard his attempt at trying to talk to you… or if you’re not interested in talking at all. Either of those two things makes him extremely frustrated as his ego is telling him to just ignore it, but his heart is telling him to keep going.

He furrows his eyebrows and grits his teeth while holding back the urge to get snappy with you. He takes a deep breath and clenches his fists… thinking carefully on what to say next.

“No… I don’t… I can’t just…” he pauses and looks at you for a second before he grabs your wrist, “…Don’t just say ‘it’s fine’ and brush it aside.”

He moves closer to you and looks you in the eyes. He is really trying hard to get you to say something more than just ‘it’s fine’ right now. He needs you to say something… anything. He doesn’t like this kind of tension between you two, especially since he is the reason for it.

He tightens his grip on your wrist slightly before continuing to speak. This clearly shows how frustrated, worried, panicked, and guilty he is with the whole situation.

“Please… talk to me. Don’t act like you’re just okay with it because I know you’re not.”

You were looking down, trying to act fine when it really wasn't, “It’s fine, Katsuki. Really,” you said in a low voice so he wouldn't notice your voice shaking.

He scoffs with frustration at you. He hates how you keep just saying the same thing over and over, as if you can’t even be honest with him. This whole situation is really testing his patience.

“No, it’s not fine. You won’t even talk to me!”

He says while gritting his teeth and furrowing his brows. He is trying really hard to not lash out at you, but you’re really pushing his buttons right now.

You scoff and almost rolled your eyes as you heard him. You recalled what exactly he said yesterday when he snapped at you, you were just doing what he wanted and now he’s still gonna snap at you for doing that? Shouldn’t he be happy?

“I’m just not meddling with your business.”

He lets go of your wrist as he leans back and runs his hand through his hair as he tries to rein in his frustration. He is honestly getting to the boiling point at this point because you are not saying what he wants to hear.

“You’re not gonna mess with my business? You’ve always meddled in my business,” he says dryly. He can’t even help but chuckle bitterly at how hypocritical that sounds as he feels the irony of the whole situation.

You didn’t respond. This is what happened last night, too. You know for sure he’s gonna keep going and repeat all the things he already said. Like what always happens.

He scoffs silently to himself as he looks at you, “You’ve always been around me and now all of a sudden you don’t want to meddle with my business?”

You were keeping your head on the ground, trying not to snap because you know it won’t help. And it’s his job, not yours.

“Isn't that what you wanted?”

He furrows his eyebrows as he gives you a perplexed look. He doesn’t know what you’re trying to get at, which is even more infuriating for him.

“What do you mean what I wanted? I never said I wanted you to not meddle with me,” he says in a slightly annoyed tone as he looks at you with a sharp glare.

“Yeah, that’s not what you said last night,“ you replied, getting tired of him acting like it’s not his fault why you’re acting this way.

He scoffs as he looks away, clenching his jaw. He didn’t expect you to bring that up so casually. The memories of what he said last night came rushing into his mind and honestly… he is starting to regret it.

“…That’s not what I meant… you know that.”

“It is pretty much what you meant. There’s no way you didn’t mean it one bit when you brought it up so many times.”

“Can’t you just forget that I said those things?”

Hearing that, you scoff and roll your eyes. Forget it? Just forget everything he said? How can you just forget it when everytime he snaps at you, it was the same thing he says over and over? There’s no way he didn’t mean it, right?

He can hardly reign himself in anymore. The frustration and agitation is getting the better of him. He is clenching his fists so hard now with a murderous glare in his eyes. He looks like he’s about to explode at any second from this whole situation.

“Why are you acting like this? Are you really that petty because I said some shitty things?”

He raises his voice and steps even closer to you, his eyes fixed on your face. At this point, he’s already lost his cool.

He continues, his voice is getting louder and louder as he talks.

“I told you to stop meddling in my business, so what? All of a sudden you’re acting like I told you to piss off and not talk to me anymore?!”

You scoff for the nth time this day, “I’m just minding my own life. Like you told me to.”

His grip on your shoulders tightens as his fingernails dig into your skin, it starts to hurt. The tension in the air is so thick you can cut it with a knife. He’s clenching his jaw so hard it looks like he’s about to gnaw all his teeth at this point from how strained he is because of all this.

“Katsuki.. you’re.. hurting me. Please, let go,” you said weakly, almost whispering. You closed your eyes shut as you felt his grip just tighten even more, you were already feeling his nails digging right on your skin, despite wearing a sleeve.

He just scoffs and lets out a dry, bitter laugh. He tightens his grip on your shoulders even more as he locks you in place. He continues to glare at you as he speaks with a cold and sharp tone.

“Why? You deserve it. If you’re being difficult, you should expect me to be rough back at you,” he said as if he was out of his mind.

“You’re so frustrated you don’t care if you hurt me?” you asked as if you don’t already know the answer, considering how he acts right now and whenever he’s tired and snapping at you.

“Let go, please. You were hurting me verbally.. through words.. just a day ago. And now you're.. doing it.. physically. You don’t even care anymore?” you muttered in a weak tone. You were tired and you can’t take anymore of this anymore.

He furrows his eyebrows and his grip on your shoulders tightens even more. He clearly doesn’t like you bringing that up, but he keeps his cold glare on you as he continues to respond.

“You still deserve it and should’ve seen it coming for you acting like this. After all, I gave you a way out when I told you to forget about it, but you just kept acting so damn cold.”

Your eyes just widened at his response. He’s.. not thinking clearly. I deserve him hurting me physically because I did what he wanted? Because I chose to stay out of his business like he told me to? Was it my fault?

You couldn’t take it anymore. You keep your eyes shut, preparing yourself to ask the question you never thought will cross your mind.

“Katsuki, at this point.. shouldn’t we just.. end this?”

He stops and freezes as he hears that word come from your mouth. He looks at you with his eyes wide as he feels a wave of shock go through his body.

“End this..?”

He says with a disbelieving tone. He can hardly believe the words that just came out of your mouth. With that, he lets go of your shoulder. You put a hand on it, considering how it hurts so much. He was gripping it like he intended to make you bleed.

As he lets go of your shoulders, he steps back, staring at you with a surprised and disbelieving look.

“What do you mean end this? Do you…”

He stops, the words getting stuck in his throat. It’s almost as if his mind can’t even process it.

“Do you mean end our relationship?”

He says, his voice sounding strained. His eyes are locked on your face, searching for any answers to the hundreds of questions swirling in his head right now.

You didn’t say anything, and your silence was his confirmation. He stops and stares at you. He can’t believe what you just said. It feels like someone had just suddenly ripped his heart out from his chest.

“Why…. Why do you want to end this?”

He asks, his voice hoarse and weak. He feels like he’s about to collapse from the wave of disbelief and shock that just hit him.

He steps closer to you and grabs you by the shoulders, looking at you with a desperate look. He just can’t understand what you’re thinking, and is desperately trying to cling onto anything that can salvage this whole situation.

“Can you just… can you explain why…?”

He says, his voice cracking from trying to hold back the emotions in his chest right now. You shut your eyes again. You chose to ignore the pain in his voice because you know how weak you are when it comes to him.

“I tell you what’s wrong, that you hurt me. You mock me and try to make it my fault. This just keeps happening over and over again. You don’t want to change, that’s why it’s happening again and again. It’s tiring,” you finally said, finally saying what you have been holding back out loud.

He falters as he hears you say that. His grip on you loosens as he stares at you, trying to process the words you just said.

“I…. I hurt you? Why didn’t you just tell me that?”

He can’t help but look at you, his expression now looking like a mixture of guilt, regret, and disbelief in himself. All this time, he thought you were just fine and didn’t know that he was hurting you with how he was acting.

You try not to roll your eyes as he asked that, “I did tell you! All you replied was that I deserve it!”

He stays silent at your reply. That’s right. You did tell him. He remembers now that you did, but he got so caught up in his anger that he brushed you off.

“…I didn’t mean it like that,” he says quietly. He doesn’t know how to make this better anymore, the regret of his actions now weighing heavily on his chest.

He steps even closer to you, his arms now reaching out to wrap around your waist, pulling you tight to his chest. He buries his head against your shoulder, his grip on you tight and desperate as he tries to hold back the flood of emotions in his chest right now.

“I… I’m so sorry,” he finally said.

It’s as if he’s at the verge of sobbing right now. He feels so guilty and remorseful for what he’s done to you, and now it’s all crashing down on him at the thought of losing you.

You didn’t do anything as he hugs you, didn’t hug him back. You just let him.

His voice is weak and shaky as he struggles to keep it together. His body is trembling from the mixture of emotions in his chest right now as he continues to hold you tight against him.

“Please… please tell me I can fix this…” He whispers against your shoulder, his voice raw and strained as he clings onto you, desperate to hold on.

He keeps his head buried against your shoulder, his hands gripping the back of your shirt tightly. It’s clear that he is trying his best to rein in his emotions right now, but he is on the verge of breaking down due to the guilt and regret that is crushing his chest right now.

“Please…. I’ll do anything, just don’t… don’t end this,” he practically pleads with you, his voice cracking slightly from his struggle to keep it together.

That was your last straw. You sighed, knees starting to give up. You were weak. Weak when it comes to him. You can’t handle it when he shows his emotions.. his vulnerable side. You’re weak and so hopelessly in love with him.

You didn’t say anything but wrap your arms around him, hugging him back and burying your face against his chest.

The moment you hug him back, he lets out a shaky exhale of relief. It’s at this point that he lets go of the last of his self control, and just breaks down into your embrace.

His whole body trembles as he clings onto you tightly, his arms wrapping around you as he buries his head against your shoulder. His body feels like it’s collapsing at this point as all the emotions in his chest just come out.

His chest is heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, his body and mind overcome with an overwhelming tsunami of emotion.

“Please... I’m sorry... I’m so s-sorry...”

He keeps repeating it apologetically as he hugs you even tighter, his hands clenching the back of your shirt. It’s like he’s scared that if he lets go of you, you’ll just disappear and leave him forever.

“I promise... I’ll change. I’ll do anything to be b-better for you... Please, j-just.. don’t... leave me....”

It was your first time hearing him talk like that, admitting that it was his fault, and that he will change. For you. It was the first time you see him act like this. He was scared to lose you. So scared. And you don’t want to leave him either. Despite all the things that happened and what he did, you can’t help but want to be the one who stays beside him, protect him, take care of him, and love him.

“I’m.. holding you onto that,” you muttered in a soft, weak voice.

He nods vigorously against your shoulder, his arms around you hugging you even tighter. There’s a slight sense of relief in his body now after hearing that you’re not leaving.

“I will... I promise,” he says, his voice shaky and vulnerable as he holds you like he’s holding onto dear life right now. He has no plans of letting you go any time soon.

He takes a deep breath as he continues to hold you tightly in his arms. His body is still trembling slightly as he clings onto you, the whole emotional outburst leaving him feeling weak and vulnerable. He continues to bury his head against your shoulder, not wanting to let go just yet and wanting to stay like this with you for as long as possible.

[summ3rg4l]

hii how are u🫶?i was wondering if u could write headcanons abt monoma with a 1-A class reader who has a personality like his(but much calmer) so they naturally fight a lot,but reader secretly likes him a lot! it's okay if you can't(sorry if this is hard to read english isn't my first lenguage)have a great dayyy💗💗

🩰🍊 “Open your ass and smell!” 🥰

→＞summary: Monoma and reader fighting over nonsense but they actually love each other + what the relationship would be like.

→＞warning(s): Arguing?

→＞type: Headcannons

→＞authors note: Tysm for the request sorry it took 10 years to make 😋 also your English is really good XD I had no problem reading your request!!! Keep up the good work!

Every time you two would see each other one of you would start talking loudly about sometime that the other lost. “Hey remember that time Kendo’s team beat Yaoyarozu’s HAHAHAHA!” He’d laugh extremely loud just to make sure you heard him.

When you guys aren’t arguing or bragging or you don’t notice each other near by, you silently stare at one another, admiring them but god forbid one of your classmates notice. “Why would I stare at him!? He’s barely my type anyway!”

That one time during the summer camp Monoma was feeling slightly…disappointed(?) that your weren’t there. You can just imagine how his eyes lit up when he saw you training your quirk with the rest of your class.

I’m running out of ideas

I feel like the girls in your class wouldn’t even notice that you liked him because they’d be too distracted by Deku and Ochaco. Same with class 1-B. They would be none the wiser.

In the event that one of you confessed (which would never happen) it would be so awkward the first few MONTHS and people wouldn’t even be able to tell you two were dating until Tetsutetsu caught you guys having lunch together all alone.

After getting comfortable neither of you would be super into PDA except for maybe just walking close together.

No one in class A or B were actually surprised when you guys started dating but it’s not like they expected it to happen..

Don’t think for a second that you guys stoped your little quarrels over which class was better. They still happen but they’re just a lot more lighthearted.

I peg Monoma…for the type to make competition out of how much he can fluster you but you’d never actually be aware of the challenge and would just think he’s trying to be romantic…😭

Unintentional backhanded compliments. “You’re so gorgeous for a lower class citizen my dear!” “What?” 😭

[shutit-haha]

Crybaby Pt.1

"Oh don't tell me you're gonna start fucking crying." He huffed, tugging at is hair, while he rolled his eyes and snarled. His poor little spitfire, your eyes were all glossy, jaw clenched. You only ever cried after you snapped at someone, and well this was Katsuki. This was the love of your fucking life, your reason for existing, you never snapped at him. Same way how he never yelled or snapped at you, least not in an argument.

"I'm not gonna cry," then why were your words so shaky. You were doing your best to suppress both your tears and anger. The stare you gave him was your way of being scary, but of course his lovely girl only looked small to him. So as frightening as others found that hard stare to be, he only wanted to kiss your lips swollen.

"Don't start fuckin' crying." He was all up in your space now, looming and domineering an attempt to remind you who the fuck he was. This wasn't about putting you in your place (it never was) it was about you remembering his.

"Or what you'll get rid of me too." He had chosen someone else over Kirishima today, claiming that it was a strength thing. Frankly it pissed you the fuck off and even hurt Kiri a little. You knew your boyfriend hadn't really meant it that way, but he could have at least tried to say it nicely.

"You're being too fucking sensitive," he was starting to sound just like them.

"You're being too much of a dick," you as well. You were shaking from the frustration, absolutely fuming from how irate you were.

"You gonna fuckin' cry," he grinned. "too much of a dick," he brought himself closer to your ear. "Usually what you shout in bed."

You backed away from him, "are you even listening?" You didn't want the make up sex, you wanted him too learn. The idiot knew that, he just wanted you to stop looking at him like that; all disappointed and angry. The bulk of man could only think of dumbing you down with his cock, preferred when you were crying 'cause of that, when you looked at him like he was a god. "Bakugo," fuck did he prefer when that mouth of yours was full.

"Stop that shit already."

"When you look me in the eyes." The asshole had been staring down your shirt the whole time. "You know forget it, clearly you're a fucking kid. I'm not gonna waste my time with little boys, when you're ready to be a man come talk to me."

"Oh don't be such a prissy fucking crybaby, immature for no fucking reason."

You slammed the bedroom door behind you, gasping for air from your tightening windpipe. A crybaby! He had the audacity to call you a fucking crybaby and... here you were crying. You locked the door just as soon as you shut it, leaning back against it only to ultimately sit on the floor. You were a crybaby, the bastard was right.

[scary-grace]

Designated Villain - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

You loved BNHA's ending, mostly, but a few weeks after the last chapter is published, you get isekaied into BNHA on the day the story begins. That would be a dream come true, except you ended up in the body of a common criminal, and instead of enjoying life in your favorite fictional world, you find yourself struggling to survive in a world that's much crueler than you ever imagined. Armed with nothing more than BNHA Tumblr brainrot and a highly suspicious iPod Shuffle, you set out to fix the few things that are wrong with BNHA's ending. But as you learn more about the villains you hated and every change you make pushes the plot further off the canon storyline, it's not long before your feelings about the ending start to change. (cross-posted to Ao3)

(dividers by @cafekitsune)

Chapter 1

You stare down at the screen of your phone, not so much in disbelief as amusement. You’ve been debating back and forth with somebody on Tumblr for the last day or two, and while you were in therapy talking about how you’re going to end the argument by being more mature than they are, they went full copypasta unhinged on you. And over what? A post you made about BNHA, and BNHA’s ending. A post that was a joke. But some people are still bent out of shape about an ending they should have seen coming from a mile away. BNHA is about heroes. The person you’re arguing with should have known better than to stan the villains.

Not that they’d ever recognize that they’re the problem. They’re too busy trying to call you out for caring more about Deku losing his quirk and Bakugou crying about it than you do about the death of a villain who killed thousands of people. In spite of your desire to be the bigger person here, you’re starting to get annoyed. Who do they think they are, telling you you’re compassionless? You’re really compassionate. You care about other people. You help your friends and you’re nice to strangers. Just because you think Shigaraki — a mass murderer — got what was coming to him doesn’t make you cruel. They’re the dumb one for ignoring all the people who suffered because of the temper tantrum Shigaraki threw.

You keep scanning the reblog, and right there at the bottom of it there’s two sentences that makes you see red. You think you’re better than they are, but you’re wrong. If what happened to them had happened to you, you’d end up just like them.

Screw being the better person. You type out a response of your own. They made a choice to be villains. I’d never choose that in a million years.

They’re probably going to respond with something even more unhinged, and you don’t want to hear it. You block them and tuck your phone into your back pocket. You’ve got better things to do than fight with some internet loser who needs to go outside and touch grass. You don’t need to touch grass. You’re a college student with a 3.8 average and a campus job and a social life, and you know right from wrong as well as anybody who doesn’t spend all day reading villain smut on Ao3. Compassionless? No way. You start the walk back to campus and try to put it out of your mind.

It’s been a few weeks since BNHA ended. You liked the ending. Sure, you were a little disappointed that none of your ships ended up canon, and maybe you wanted to see a lot more of Hawks than you got to, but it was a good ending. Hero society came back better than before, and Deku gets to be a hero, and the stupid villains get to rest in peace instead of rotting in prison forever. What did that moron think would have happened if their blorbos had lived? Nothing good. The ending they got was the best they could ask for.

You almost stumble, then glance down to see a crack in the sidewalk. A really big crack. Somebody should fix that. You avoid it, then avoid the next one, which wasn’t here the last time you walked this way. Cracks in the sidewalk don’t usually show up that fast. And they aren’t usually that big. You pick up the pace a little bit, keeping your eyes on the sidewalk in front of you so you won’t trip again. Tripping and falling is bad enough. Doing it because you were too stupid to watch where you’re going is even worse.

But you could have been looking from a mile away, and you still wouldn’t have been able to avoid the next crack that opens up. It’s enormous, even bigger than the others, and it’s spreading right before your eyes, widening out from the gutter until it consumes half the sidewalk. You stare at it in horror. What is happening?

It doesn’t matter. It’s still big enough to step over. Or jump over, if you don’t hurry up. You take one step back, then two, readying yourself to jump the crack in front of you. It’s getting wider. You need more of a running start.

But when you take a third step back, your foot lands on empty air, and you’ve got too much momentum to stop yourself from tumbling backwards. You brace yourself for the landing, already beating yourself up for being so dumb, but you don’t land. The concrete doesn’t rush up to meet you. Instead you keep falling, through a crack in the sidewalk that you didn’t even see, without even a chance to call for help.

You call out anyway — you’ll need help getting out — but no one comes, and you’re still falling. The sky dwindles rapidly away from above you, and you reach out to either side, grabbing for anything that could check your fall. But there’s nothing. No pipes, no roots, no chunks of rugged concrete that you could get a grip on. You’re falling into a void, so deep and dark that it swallows your screams for help completely. No one’s coming to help you. No one saw you fall, and even if they did, there’s nothing they can do. You scream until your throat goes raw, thrash desperately in midair, and all you manage to do is flip yourself over so you’re falling face-first instead of back-first, and then over so you’re falling back-first again. There’s nothing below you. Only blackness. You close your eyes.

It feels like you’ve been falling forever by the time you land, and you land hard. So hard that you’ve got an instant headache, so hard that you bite your lip and your mouth fills with blood. You’re sprawled out on concrete, and bright, flashing lights are filling your vision. An ambulance? A surge of relief overtakes you, and you start trying to sit up.

“Holy shit,” someone says from nearby, and confusion pierces through you. They aren’t speaking your native language. They’re speaking — Japanese? “Hurry. Before she gets away!”

Get away? Who’s getting away? You look around, trying to see who the man — the police officer? — is talking about. A hand comes down on your shoulder. A knee strikes hard into the center of your back. You barely have a second to turn your head before you’re slammed flat onto the concrete again.

“Stop resisting,” another voice says. This one’s speaking Japanese, too. Whoever it is grabs your arms and twists them behind your back, one after another. “It’s over. Don’t make me hurt you.”

What is going on? You feel metal around your wrists and hear the distinctive click of handcuffs being locked into place. They’re cuffing you? Why? You’re hurt. You need help. “I’ll call for transport,” the police officer says. “Damn. I thought she was dead for sure. That would have been a ton of paperwork for you, Woods.”

“She ran from me. I pursued her.” Woods’s voice sounds weirdly familiar to you. “Only a criminal would think jumping out a window was a good alternative to facing justice for their crimes.”

“She jumped, huh?” You don’t recognize the third voice. You hear a camera shutter, click. “Backwards, out a fourth-story window? That’s not what I saw.”

“No one cares what you saw. Get out of here,” the police officer says. You hear sirens in the distance. “This is a crime scene. Stop snapping photos.”

The shutter clicks again. “This street hasn’t closed. I have a right to be here. And I think people have a right to know what happens when criminals are apprehended. Nonviolent criminal knocked out a window by Kamui Woods. Catchy headline, don’t you think?”

Kamui Woods. You turn your head, trying to get a better look, but he’s behind you. The texture of the hand gripping your arm isn’t skin, it’s wood. Kamui Woods. Everyone speaking Japanese. Another shutter clicks, and this time, you see the man who’s taking the photos. But he’s not holding a camera. There’s a lens protruding from the outstretched palm of his hand. “She used her quirk on me,” Kamui Woods is saying, and you feel a scream rise in the back of your throat. “I would have been able to catch her if she hadn’t.”

The sirens come closer. An ambulance skids to a stop, and Kamui Woods and the police officer start to haul you upright before the EMTs stop them. They roll you roughly over and load you onto a stretcher, discussing your transport to the nearest designated hospital, and all the while the shutters click on the bystander’s camera, taking picture after picture after picture. All you can do is lie there, frozen with horror, as the true picture of what’s happening dawns on you. You don’t know how you got here. You don’t what happened before you hit the ground. But you’re pretty sure you’ve somehow fallen into the world of BNHA, a world of heroes and villains and quirks. And you’re not a hero, or a civilian. You’re a criminal. You’re a villain.

You vacillate on the conclusion at least eight times on the transport to the hospital — a villain hospital, not one for normal people. BNHA is fictional. It’s not real. Getting isekaied is something that happens in manga and anime, not to real people in real life. You tripped and fell on the sidewalk. You probably hit your head. This is probably all a hallucination. Any second now you’ll wake up in a normal hospital in your world and everything will be fine.

Except you’ve hallucinated before — one time when you were sick as a little kid, one time in your freshman year when you drank something that definitely had something more than alcohol in it — and when you’re hallucinating, your senses are dulled. You didn’t feel pain, and right now, you’re in a ridiculous amount of it from a fall you apparently took out a fourth-floor window. A fall nobody expected you to have survived. You, or whoever the person whose body this is was before.

The pain isn’t your only evidence. You know a little Japanese, like any self-respecting weeb, but you’re nowhere close to fluent, and right now you are. You’re not speaking with an accent or stumbling over words — your Japanese sounds like everyone else’s, like you’re a native speaker. And at the same time, you’re not thinking in Japanese. You’re thinking in your native language. Even when you think about whatever happened to lead you up to that window.

That’s your next piece of evidence. Memories. Memories that don’t feel like yours, but are yours — a whole life you haven’t had even a second to sort through. So far, the evidence that you’ve been isekaied is pretty compelling. You’d be a lot more excited about getting isekaied into your favorite anime if you weren’t apparently a criminal.

Isekais aren’t your favorite genre, but you’ve read and watched enough of them to know that most people don’t just get isekaied for fun — and that the type of person you wind up as in the target media is kind of important. In a story that’s all about heroes, you wound up as a villain. And you don’t know when you wound up. BNHA is over in your world. Are you here after the story ends? Or before?

The hospital they take you to is awful, dingy and dimly lit — and it’s packed. You don’t remember the hospitals in the anime looking this bad, but then you remember that you’re a criminal, and this is a designated villain hospital instead of a normal one. You saw a Tumblr post getting bent out of shape about villain hospitals a while back, and you remember rolling your eyes. Villain stans are the most dramatic people on the internet. But as the EMTs park you in a corner of the ER and seclude you behind a stained curtain, you realize that whoever was making the post wasn’t exactly wrong. This hospital is subpar. You spend an hour cuffed to the gurney, an increasingly crabby police officer watching over you, before someone comes to take a look at you.

Your injuries are���injuries. They’re not consistent with a fall like the one you had, and the doctor who examined you asks if you have a regeneration quirk. You’ve been so consumed by the fact that you’re apparently a villain that you haven’t even thought about what your quirk is, even though you and your friends have spent literal hours analyzing what your quirks would be. “It’s not regeneration,” the cop says. “Some kind of flash-bang thing. She just got lucky.”

“Right. Where’s she headed after this?”

“The prefectural jail, so don’t prescribe anything she can sell.”

You’re going to jail. Panic wells up within you, and words spill out of your mouth — in frantic and flawless Japanese. “What are my charges?”

“The judge will work that out. How hard did you hit your head?” The cop sneers. “I’ve seen your rap sheet. You know the drill.”

You have a rap sheet? Incidents flash through your memory, but you need time to study them, to get your story straight, and you don’t have time. “I don’t,” you say desperately. “I’m not who you think I am. I’m not — I might look like — I’m not. I’m from –”

Your mouth clamps shut of its own accord, cutting you off. When you try to speak a second time, your jaw clenches tight. What is happening to you? You cough, clear your throat, try again. “I’m someone else,” you start through clenched teeth. “My name is –”

You feel a quick, bright snap, a flash of light behind your eyes, and your mind goes dark. When you wake up again, the cop is gone, and there’s a student nurse in watching you. You have an IV in the back of your left hand. The nurse looks up when you stir. “Seizure,” she says. Your stomach drops. “We took you to CT while you were out. Nothing’s broken up there, but they’re going to keep you overnight anyway. It sucks, but better than jail, right?”

“Right,” you echo. This nurse seems like she hates you less than the others have. Maybe you can get some answers — like where you are in relation to the story. You could ask her which year it is, but you don’t actually remember what year BNHA starts in. “Um, who’s the number one hero right now?”

“All Might, duh,” the nurse says. “How hard did you hit your head?”

“I just — are you sure?” You have confirmation that it’s the All Might era, which overlapped at least a little with the Kamui Woods era. “Is he doing okay?”

“Of course he is. Better than ever.” The nurse pulls her phone out of her pocket. “Here. This is what he did today.”

The video’s blurry at first. The person who’s holding the camera is moving around a lot, either trying to get a better angle or to get away. But eventually it focused, and through the smoke and the fire flickering at the edges of the screen, you can make out three figures. One’s a monster, huge and gelatinous, and there’s another, smaller figure trapped within it. And a third, even smaller figure streaking towards them both, already pulling his backpack from his shoulders.

Your mouth goes dry. “This was today?”

“Yep! This afternoon,” the nurse says. She takes her phone back. “Nobody’s as good as he is. He’d never let anybody be hurt on his watch. Not even somebody like you.”

Somebody like you. That stings, but in the face of the knowledge you’ve just gained, you can barely feel it. You didn’t get here after the story begins, you got here the same day it begins. That has to mean something, right? You’re certain it does. There’s something you need to do, some reason you’re here. But if that’s true, it also means there’s a reason you were brought here as a villain. You know how the world of BNHA treats villains, which is fine when the villains deserve it. Even before you’ve actually gone through your mental rap sheet, you know for sure you don’t. So step one is to clear your name. That should be easy, as soon as you can explain what happened.

You look to the nurse. “I’m not who you think I am,” you say. Your jaw clenches tight again and you force it open. “I don’t belong here.”

The others ignored you. She gives you a curious look. “What do you mean?”

“I come from –” Another country? Yes. Another world, that too? A world where her world is just a story? “A world without –”

There’s that snap again, like the sound of a bone breaking. The world whites out, and you wake up in intensive care this time. It takes two more seizures, two more heavy doses of Ativan dumped into your veins, before you realize what’s causing them: Trying to talk about your past, about who you really are. It’s not just that you shouldn’t, or can’t. It’s that your mind shuts down when you try to force the issue. You’ve never heard about that happening in an isekai before, and as you lay there in the hospital, your head swimming from the anticonvulsants, you feel foreboding settle deep into the pit of your stomach. You can’t tell anyone, anything. Clearing your name is going to be a lot harder than you thought.

[doumadono]

MY HERO ACADEMIA M.LIST - 2 MY HERO ACADEMIA M.LIST - 3

KVITRAVN (viking!Dabi) - act I • act II • act III • act IV • act V • act VI • act VII • act VIII

BNHA boys confessing their love - headcanons BNHA boys & gn!reader dressed as them - headcanons Izuku, Katsuki and Shoto & s/o with a heat dizziness Study like Bakugo! - a brief guide to effective study methods Pro hero Dabi - headcanons MHA villains & their Hogwart houses - headcanons Boxer!Bakugo - NSFW headcanons MHA boys & Valentine's Day - headcanons Pro hero Dabi & intern Bakugo - headcanons Deaf!Bakugo & his daughter - headcanons Dabi & an albino girl - headcanons Corrupt cop!Bakugo - NSFW headcanons Bakugo with intermittent explosive disorder - headcanons Step brother!Bakugo - NSFW headcanons Armless!Bakugo - headcanons

Carrying his child - Dabi x Reader Another round - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) His attention - Dabi x Reader NSFW Alphabet - Bakugo Katsuki NSFW Alphabet - Shoto Todoroki NSFW Alphabet - Endeavor Aftermath of the fight - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader Whispers from the abyss - merman!Dabi x fem!OC The haunting melody - Himiko Toga x Reader Whatever it takes - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader A missed call - Hawks x Reader The rain - Shoto Todoroki x Reader A little gesture - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader A snowstorm - Dabi x Reader A hostage - villain!Hawks x Reader Little kitten - Shoto Todoroki x Reader Christmas Jumpers - KiriBaku Intoxicated - Shigaraki x Reader x Dabi (NSFW) A birthday gift - Dabi x Reader (Dabi's birthday event) Happy birthday - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) (Dabi's birthday event) Heated argument - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) (Dabi's birthday event) Fitting room - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) An absolution - priest!Dabi x Reader (NSFW) Shoto realising he's in love The boss - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader (NSFW) A first tattoo - Bakugo Katsuki x Reader (NSFW) How to earn your orgasm - KiriBaku x Reader (NSFW) (Bakugo's bday event) Little slice of happiness - Bakugo x Reader (Bakugo's bday event) Surrendered to the hero - Bakugo x Reader (Bakugo's bday event) The alleway release - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) Manhunt - villain!Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) Interrupted gameplay - Shigaraki x Reader (NSFW) Little heroine - villain!Bakugo x Reader (NSFW) Steamy shower - Dabi x Reader (NSFW) Silent Waves, Silent Wounds - Touya Todoroki x Reader Remote desires - Dabi x Reader (NSFW)

disclaimer: every link painted in hues other than the default is a blatant shout-out to the fics specially crafted for events/challenges hosted by fellow writers

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[lizzy06]

Kaminari Denki x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

watt and bothered/ tumblr✨💖  by  @andypantsx3/ andypantsx3 (oneshot, fluff, humor, smut(u can skip the smut if u prefer sfw)) For years, you’ve been valiantly battling the world’s most annoying frat bro in the apartment above you. Only, it turns out he’s not a frat bro. And also he’s hot. And also he’s—what the fuck. [COMPLETED]

Sleepwalker✨✨💖 by Fogfire/ @dira333 (oneshot, fluff) When you wake up in a stranger's bed, you don't expect it to be Chargebolt, Pro Hero. You even less expect it to happen again. But who knew what a faulty Quirk could do… [COMPLETED]

Head over Heels for you✨✨💖 by Fogfire/ @dira333 (oneshot, fluff) It's a good thing Denki gets loopy from Painkillers. Or how one accidental confession leads to something more… [COMPLETED]

In Your Arms/tumblr✨ by @alaskasmonsters/ alaskasmonsters (oneshot, fluff) Denki had become a lot more touchy lately with you, constantly seeking out touch from you specifically and you are slowly losing your mind about it… [COMPLETED]

Truth or Dare ✨by orphan_account(oneshot, fluff) You really, really wanna win this game. [COMPLETED]

I will keep on loving you✨✨ by FujisMina63 (fluff, angst, idiots in love) A Fan-fic about what if Denki loses himself to his quirk, but you still stay with him. [COMPLETED]

BNHA Soulmate AU Week Day 5: Drawing on Skin✨ by @writing-freak (oneshot, soulmate AU, fluff) anything you write on your skin shows up on the skin of your soulmate. you often draw the attention of others due to the crazy doodles, scribbles, and words written all over you from head to toe. [COMPLETED]

deal✨ by @candychronicles (oneshot, Soulmate Au, fluff) in a world full of heroes and quirks, finding someone you can love is very, very hard. it’s even harder when you have a soulmate and the words that are tattooed on you are a nightmare. but still, even in this strange world, love finds a way. [COMPETED]

Favor/ tumblr✨ by ScatteredScribbles (oneshot, fluff) The smile is back, and you’re surprised at how that observation alone is enough to make your skin tingle. It’s just leftover bits of electricity, you tell yourself. When he drapes his arm across your shoulder though, your stomach leaps, and you begin to doubt the validity of your own argument. [COMPLETED]

You're Sexy, I'm Sexy by midnightweeds (weedswrites) (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) “What did you say?” Bakugo asks, still holding his full glass. “After she said-”.[COMPLETED]

Deity Of Light- Kaminari Denki X Apollo! Reader✨ by Lady Blast Execution (Florboo) (oneshot, mythology AU, fluff)“Okay… Now I would like to have an explanation sunshine…. Who exactly are you?” [COMPLETED]

Scarred. by UltraGari(oneshot, comfort) “Can I touch them?”. [COMPLETED]

Seasons Changing by itbeajen(oneshot, hanahaki disease au, angst with happy ending) His only hope was that maybe your feelings would change to match his. [COMPLETED]

Lightning in a Bottle || BNHA by sincerely_bubbles (oneshot, fluff) denki kaminari has a crush, and when she’s around he can’t quite control his thoughts… or his quirk. [COMPLETED]

The "girlfriend" by @katimagines (oneshot, fluff) denki has a girlfriend, except she goes to a different school and no one, absolutely no one believes him. [COMPLETED]

Be Mine by @onyxiana-is-obsessed (oneshot, fluff) Denki’s been crushing on you for a while now and you just don’t seem to pick up on it! So, he asks you out on a date! For real this time! [COMPLETED]

insecure by @shinaus (angst, eventual fluff, mentions of insecurities) Denki Kaminari was in love. He knew it, his friends knew it, his other classmates knew it, but you certainly didn’t catch on to it. [COMPLETED]

Yakitori Time/ tumblr✨ by @vanilladyfics/ Vanillady (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) Denki Kaminari was born with the first words his soulmate will say to him on his chest. They tell him exactly where they'll meet-- a yakitori restaurant-- but not when. [COMPLETED]

Confetti Love by atsukashii(oneshot, fluff) When Kaminari surprises you with tickets to see your favorite band for your birthday, you finally tell him how you feel in the best way how. [COMPLETED]

Safe by silkylious (oneshot, fluff) Three in the morning. Who the hell would text you at ass o’clock in the morning? You knew who. [COMPLETED]

Why are you so pretty? by Shooting_Stars_Library (oneshot, fluff) Denki is too pretty for the reader to handle. [COMPLETED]

he's a keeper by secretpeachtea (oneshot, fluff) 5 times your boyfriend gives you the wrong gift (+ the one time he gets it right). [COMPLETED]

A Shock to See by bakusquadup (fluff) Kaminari has always had an obsession with cute girls, so when he gets a girlfriend outside UA, you are not surprised in the least. However, when you discover something about his new-found girlfriend, it's hard to remain supportive. [COMPLETED]

Discoveries by cxsmicdxst (oneshot, fluff) “Hey, (y/n), are you alright there? You’ve been staring at the ceiling for the past three minutes.” [COMPLETED]

Shellshocked by @sunflowershouto It’s the training camp, and Denki is sheltered in the building along with the other students that failed the practical. When he hears that the villains are after two particular students, he has to do something to protect the one he loves. [COMPLETED]

Love Me Back by @lordsister (oneshot, fluff) "Please, (y/n)!!! I promise it’ll be fun!”. “My answer is the same as the last twenty times you asked me.” [COMPLETED]

[aghost-writer]

Sugar

Chapter 1

This is a Yandere BNHA Pro Heroes x Reader Fic!

MDNI!!

The soft glow of vanity lights illuminated Y/N’s face as she leaned forward, carefully applying the last stroke of crimson lipstick. The shade was bold, striking, and exactly what he liked. Y/N tilted her head slightly, studying her reflection with practiced precision. Everything was perfect—the makeup, the sleek black dress, the quiet air of sophistication that filled the luxury penthouse she now called home.

This wasn’t her place, of course. It was his. A gift. One of many. He said it suited her, that someone as beautiful as Y/N deserved to live above the world, surrounded by elegance.

The buzz of her phone on the marble counter broke the silence, the sound sharp against the stillness of the room. Y/N reached for it without hesitation, her fingers brushing the cool surface as she answered.

“I’ll be there soon, baby,” Y/N said, her tone smooth and laced with a practiced warmth.

The voice on the other end was deep and steady, carrying an undeniable weight despite the softness of his words. There was no urgency, no impatience—only quiet authority.

“Good,” he replied simply. His words were few, but they carried the kind of gravity that left no room for argument. There was a brief pause, then, “Be careful.”

The line clicked off, leaving Y/N staring at the darkened screen for a moment longer than necessary. His concern was always subtle, wrapped in a calm, almost solemn demeanor that contrasted sharply with the larger-than-life image the world knew him by.

To them, he was a symbol of hope and strength, always smiling, always reassuring. But behind closed doors, with Y/N, he was quieter. Reserved. Almost too intense in the way his gaze lingered, as if committing every detail to memory.

Y/N placed the phone back on the counter and stood, smoothing the fabric of her dress as she glanced at the city lights sprawling beneath the penthouse windows. He had insisted on this place, saying it was only right for her to be somewhere safe, somewhere worthy of her.

It was hard to argue with him. His optimism was persuasive, almost magnetic, but there was something else beneath it—something darker. Y/N had seen it in the way his expression would shift when he thought she wasn’t looking. The way his shoulders would stiffen when someone got too close to her, his blue eyes narrowing just slightly, just enough to notice if you were paying attention.

Y/N slipped on her heels and grabbed her clutch, her steps echoing softly in the spacious apartment. Tonight would be like all the others. Y/N would meet him, smile, and play the role he expected.

But even now, as the elevator doors closed around her, she couldn’t shake the weight of his presence—how it lingered even when he wasn’t there, wrapping around her like the invisible strings of a carefully woven net. ｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:

The restaurant was as extravagant as always, its grandeur fitting for someone of his stature but entirely too much for Y/N. The chandelier above sparkled like scattered stars, and the low hum of murmured conversations filled the space. Y/N spotted him almost immediately, sitting at the far side of the room, his broad frame difficult to miss even when he hunched slightly in his seat.

“Toshi,” Y/N called softly, gliding toward him with the practiced elegance he adored.

At the sound of her voice, he looked up, his blue eyes softening as soon as they met hers. There was that quiet, reserved smile of his—not the wide, grand grin the public knew him for, but something smaller, more personal. Something just for her.

Y/N leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek, the warmth of his skin lingering against her lips for a moment longer than necessary. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting,” she said, sliding into the seat across from him.

“You’re here now,” he replied, his tone steady, almost soothing. It was the kind of voice that felt like it could bear the weight of the world. And maybe it had.

Without another word, he gestured for her to follow him. He didn’t like to stay in the main dining area—too many eyes, too much risk of being noticed. She trailed after him, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor as they made their way to a private room in the back.

The door closed with a soft click behind them, sealing them off from the rest of the world. The room was smaller, quieter, with a single table draped in pristine white cloth. He pulled out her chair for her, a gentleman through and through, before taking his own seat.

“Order whatever you want,” he said simply, sliding the menu toward her.

Y/N gave him a soft smile, knowing the routine by now. She glanced over the menu, pretending to deliberate, though it didn’t matter what she chose. The food was never the focus of these evenings.

As the waiter left with their orders, the air in the room shifted. Toshi leaned back in his chair, his posture loose but his expression heavier. This was why they were here. This was why she was here.

“It’s been… a lot lately,” he began, his voice low, almost hesitant. He rested an elbow on the table, his hand brushing through his blond hair, now slightly disheveled from the day. “The agency’s been pushing for more appearances. More patrols. They say it’s good for morale, but it feels… hollow.”

Y/N nodded, her expression warm and understanding, the way he needed it to be. This was her role—to listen, to absorb the weight of his world so he could feel lighter, even for a little while.

“I’ve taken on a new student,” he continued, his tone softening as a faint smile tugged at his lips. “He reminds me of… well, myself, I suppose. Back when I believed I could fix everything if I just worked hard enough.”

He chuckled lightly, but there was an edge of sadness to it. Y/N reached across the table, her hand resting lightly on his. “He’s lucky to have you, Toshi,” she said gently.

His gaze lifted to hers, and for a moment, there was something raw in his expression. Vulnerability. Trust. The kind of openness he wouldn’t dare show to anyone else.

“You say that, but sometimes… I wonder if I’m doing enough. If it’s even possible to do enough.” His hand turned slightly, his fingers brushing against hers in a fleeting gesture of connection. “But then I think about what it means to keep going. To keep trying, even when it feels pointless.”

Y/N’s lips curved into a soft smile, the kind that told him she understood. She always understood. It was her job to be whatever he needed—a confidant, a distraction, a safe harbor in the storm.

As he continued to speak, his words spilling out like a dam had broken, Y/N leaned in, her gaze steady, her presence unwavering. She didn’t interrupt, didn’t rush him. She simply listened, her role in his life as clear as ever.

To the world, he was a symbol. But here, with her, he could be a man. Broken, weary, and desperately searching for solace in the one place he trusted to give it to him. ｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:

After dinner, they returned to Yagi’s penthouse—a sanctuary far from the eyes of the public, where the weight of his hero persona could melt away into the shadows of the night. The room was dimly lit, the warm glow of the city below casting a soft light across the minimalist decor. There was a quiet sense of intimacy here, the kind that only came when the world outside was shut out.

Y/N followed him in, her heels barely making a sound against the polished floor. Her gaze was steady as always, warm yet knowing. Yagi didn’t need to say anything—she knew exactly what he needed.

“Stay close,” he murmured, his voice quieter than usual, like he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to share this space with anyone, even her.

Y/N nodded, slipping out of her coat and hanging it over the chair, moving gracefully across the room. The distance between them felt charged with an unspoken tension. The kind of tension that had built up over countless nights like this one. They were so close, but never fully touching, never fully there.

She moved to him slowly, her steps deliberate. Her fingers brushed the collar of his shirt, sliding down to the top button, her movements languid, almost teasing. Yagi’s gaze didn’t leave her for a second, his eyes dark but still calm. His control was palpable, but there was a flicker in them—something that told her he wanted this. Wanted her.

“Toshi,” Y/N whispered, using the nickname only she dared to call him. The intimacy in the word felt like a secret between them.

He didn’t respond right away. His hand twitched at his side, a sign of the internal battle waging inside him. But he didn’t stop her.

With delicate fingers, Y/N undid the last of his buttons, revealing the broad chest beneath his shirt. His body tensed under her touch, but his eyes softened, his breath steadying. There was no rush, no urgency. Just the quiet, lingering pull of desire.

Yagi stood still as she stepped closer, her body brushing against his. The sensation of her skin against his, the way she fit so perfectly in his arms—it was like she belonged there, like they were meant to be in this moment.

His hands moved to her waist, pulling her in, his lips meeting hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. The kiss was deep, unhurried, as though he were savoring each second. His hands wandered over her back, tracing the lines of her body like he was memorizing it.

Y/N’s hands slid up to his neck, tugging him closer as she deepened the kiss. She knew what he needed—what he craved, and she gave it to him in the way only she could. She let him take control, let him feel that illusion of intimacy and connection, as though this moment could be enough for both of them.

Their movements were slow, deliberate, as they undressed each other in the privacy of his penthouse. There were no words—just the sound of their breathing, the soft rustle of fabric, the warmth of skin meeting skin. The silence between them was almost comfortable, and yet it was filled with everything they didn’t say. Everything they wouldn’t say.

When their bodies finally met in that quiet, intimate space, it was an illusion—an escape from the world they both lived in. Yagi’s hands were gentle, almost reverent, as he held her close, but there was an urgency in the way he kissed her, an urgency that spoke of everything they couldn’t have.

Y/N responded in kind, her hands finding their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, urging him to let go, even if just for a moment. She knew what it meant to him. This wasn’t just about the physical—the closeness, the connection, the feeling of belonging was what mattered. But she also knew that once it was over, he would retreat back into himself, back into the life that demanded so much from him.

And she would leave, just as she always did.

The moment passed, their bodies intertwined in the quiet space of his penthouse. Their breaths mingled, slow and steady, but the distance never really went away. They were both still holding on to something—something that kept them tethered to this fragile illusion.

Yagi’s fingers brushed through her hair as he pulled away slightly, his eyes still locked on hers. There was something in his gaze, something unspoken, something he would never say aloud.

Y/N smiled softly, her fingers tracing his jaw, feeling the roughness of his skin under her touch. “I’m not staying tonight,” she whispered, the words slipping out almost like a comfort, a promise of what would come next.

He didn’t answer, just gave a small nod, his expression softening, almost resigned. He didn’t ask her to stay. He never did.

As she stood, slipping back into her clothes, the weight of the night felt heavy in the quiet of the room. Yagi remained where he sat, watching her with that same unreadable expression. It was always the same.

Y/N finished dressing and glanced at him once more before turning toward the door. “I’ll see you soon,” she said, her voice warm, but there was an undercurrent of something else. A reminder of the roles they played, of the space they occupied in each other’s lives, but never fully shared.

With one last look, she stepped out of the penthouse, the door clicking softly behind her. Yagi remained inside, alone again in his quiet world, waiting for her return.

And she would return. Because that was how it worked—this illusion they shared. ｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:✿｡.ﾟ+:

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could I request platonic dads kirishima and bakugo when their teen reader comes back home upset after a argument with their significant other?

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(A/N: Platonic Kiribaku warms my heart 💖 I tried my best with this but I had a bit of trouble with the prompt!! I hope you enjoy it!! I’ve been getting a lot of platonic bnha lately so prepare for that!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, Kiribaku, parents kiribaku, teen!reader, toxic families, kiribaku, fights with an s/o, comfort and fluff 🥺💕

Summary: You get into a fight with your partner but your fathers are here to comfort you (Platonic!Yan!Bakugou x GN!Teen!reader x Platonic!Yan!Kirishima)

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You love your fathers a lot, and you understood that they could be very overprotective. So they weren’t very accepting of your partner when you introduced them to your parents, although your dads knew you were growing up and they wanted you to be happy. So they let you date them, even if they didn’t approve of your partner.

You loved your partner a lot but you two did have your troubles. You sniffle a bit, trying to calm down your crying. You look at the notifications on your phone, most of them texts from your partner apologizing to you and begging you to call them. You two had gotten into a fight about how controlling your parents are, you got upset at the, for calling your fathers toxic.

A knock on your door alerts you. It wasn’t early in the morning anymore and it was rare that you didn’t eat breakfast with your dads, especially on the weekends. “Come on, brat, it’s time to get up. Your breakfast is gonna’ be cold” Katsuki says, knocking loudly in your door. “I’m not hungry” you call out to him, almost immediately noticing how silent he went.

He opens the door, looking over you as you’re bundled up in your bed. “What’s wrong with you? You sick?” He asks, crouching by your bed to be at eye level with you.

This was one of the few days that both of your fathers didn’t have work and yet you choose to sulk in bed? There had to be something wrong. You look up at him tearfully, telling him that you and your partner had gotten into a little fight.

“Is everything okay?” Eijiro asks as if feeling that you were sad. Or perhaps he wondered what was taking so long. “Hey, what wrong?” He says, you telling him exactly what you told your other father. You sit up in bed so your tears will fall down your cheeks rather across your nose bridge and onto your pillows.

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry” Eijiro says, hugging you. You hated fighting with people you loved, you knew you would forgive your partner but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Katsuki has a slight scowl on his face, he trusted your partner with you and yet here you are crying in your papa’s arms because of them. He knew you would be upset if anything happened to them but he could help but want to hurt them.

Katsuki thought for a moment before getting up to go get you your breakfast and bring it up to your room for you. “I’m sorry, you d-don’t need this on your day off” you sniffle a bit at Eijiro.

“No, sweetheart. Don’t say that” He says, reaching up to wipe some of your tears. He still saw you as his baby, he knew you were a toddler anymore but it was so hard in situations like this not to see you as the toddler who would cling onto his leg and sob after your feelings were hurt but someone.

“Let’s do something fun today, okay? To make you feel better?” He says, you giving him a small nod. It would get you off of your phone so you wouldn’t have to see all of your partners apology messages.

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"Wut up Cuz" (Shouto x Older Cousin Reader)

Where Shouto has an older cousin who is a junior in UA high. She's known to be a pretty chill person by students and teachers. But at home she gets pretty overprotective of her baby cousin. Especially when it involves her uncle, Enji.

Shouto was a quiet and rather serious kid. That was all a mask to try and get to his goal to overthrow All-Might. Well, it wasn't truly his goal, but it was all he knew!

But that mask would quickly melt away as soon as he would see his older cousin. To Shouto, you were a real hero. Someone who was honorable, trustworthy, and most of all, strong.

You were his cousin from his mother's side, when you two first met, you were quick to keep him by your side. You treated him like glass, something that was preciouses and should be showered with love. 24/7.

The older you two got, the less you two were able to hang out. But the two of you would speak over the phone. You would go as far as taking him without your uncle's consent or knowledge, which you didn't really care for.

You got into UA. Once you got into Highschool, you became well known. Aced all your test, made sure to be well behaved and played well with others. Your quirk was also praised by many. you rarely flaunted your quirk; in all honesty you were too lazy too.

Shouto has looked up to you from day one. So, when he got news of you getting into UA and how good you were doing. He worked harder.

When Shouto finally got into UA, you and he didn't get to see each other, due to you being very busy with a problem and him being fixated on training harder to overthrow All-might.

You really did want to see your dear cousin, but you felt like he could handle himself, so you continue taking care of business.

When the attack on JSU happened, you left with the teachers, you didn't care what the adults said to try and keep you from tagging along, your baby cousin was encountering villains for the first time!

Once you got there, you helped as much of the other freshman as you could, the moment you spotted Shouto, you refused to let him leave your side.

After the USJ attack you were kind of grounded from outside of extra-curricular off campus school activities. No field trips, no special training sites.

Shouto felt really bad that he sorts of ruined your reputation in school due to him not being strong enough.

But the bright side, was that you got to be with him more. The two of you would walk around campus before class began, then you would drop him off at class, give him a small fist bump then take leave.

Your chill, you don't seem like the type of person to have an outburst. But Shouto knows, when you and his father are in a room together, an argument or just a full-on fist fight is bound to happen.

"Why is this child in my house!?"

"Ya'll hear a bi**h?"

"Excuse me??"

"Your excused . . . Why you still here? I said you're excused. Leave"

It's no secret you disliked your uncle. Not after the things he had done. Things between the two of you would get heated fast, Fuyumi nearly called the cops the first time you and Enji actually started to physically fight.

If it means you had to sacrifice yourself for your family, you'd gladly take it. Because at the end of the day, your family was preciouses, even if Enji would be a little bug you wanted to crush so badly.

Family was your soft spot. If any of your cousins came up to you to ask the impossible, you'll do it without question. But at the moment, you don't mind just walking around campus with Shouto. Just you and him, no worries in the air.

Just a quiet and warm feeling around the two of you.

{This is a short one, mainly used for what Y/n would be like in most of the upcoming BNHA fics}

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — DILUC x FEM READER

Diluc runs into a once-familiar face at a ball and has a crisis. 

wc — 1.4k

tags —  regency au, Diluc is the epitome of a repressed regency man trying to be proper but being violently turned on by the tiniest amount of skin, childhood playmates meet again four years later, hand flex™️, title from BNHA episode lol

Diluc hadn’t been prepared to ascend to the role of patriarch of the Ragnvindr dukedom at 16, but he had been good at hiding it. 

There were many things Diluc was good at hiding, and from many people, but his childhood friends couldn’t be included among them. Kaeya and Jean could always see right through him. This ability was not appreciated. Especially not when it was used to their advantage. 

“Please, Diluc,” Jean says, knowing she’s wearing him down. “You know my father’s on an expedition with Varka. Who else can I ask to sponsor Barbara’s debut as a debutante?” 

“Kaeya.” Diluc replies flatly. 

“I love Kaeya to death, but we both know he won’t do. His reputation is in tatters!” 

It was true. Kaeya was known as a bit of a lady killer. Not for the first time, Diluc cursed his brother’s less than discreet ways. 

“Please, Diluc. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” 

He knew she wouldn’t and Barbara was a good child who deserved to have a debut, so Diluc begrudgingly found himself playing chaperone. At least Barbara seemed to be enjoying herself. She was one of the most popular young ladies at the ball, with scores of men nearly fighting for the chance to mark their names down on her dance card. 

Diluc himself was bored out of his mind. He took another sip of grape juice and realized belatedly that he had almost finished the entire bottle, as drinking to avoid conversation was all he had been doing for the past hour. 

He was just thinking that as unfortunate as it was, he was ready to tell Barbara to wrap things up so he could take her home when a scuffle broke out on the dance floor. Two boys seemed to be coming to blows over who got to take Barbara’s next dance, with the poor girl caught between them. 

Diluc shoved back his seat, but someone else got there first. The more he looked, the more she seemed familiar. 

The memory returns to him like the first sip of water after a drought.

He was a little shocked, to be honest. It had been, what, four years? If you were who he thought you were, it was a little past the usual time to be debuting. 

You had been Kaeya’s age, he remembered. 

Why was it so startling that you were older now? He had grown. Obviously, you would as well.

His heart doesn’t obey the cool rationality of the mind that got him through fatui ridden Snezhnaya. It strangles itself in his chest, marching to an unsteady beat as his feet carry him slowly over to where you have separated Barbara from the boys. 

They’re jeering at you, calling you a spinster, an old maid past her prime. 

“If you’re not careful,” Diluc says, “you’ll be the ones with no prospects while she’s bided her time for the right man. What lady wants a husband who flies into rages over such simple matters?” 

The Ragnvindr name carries the same weight it had when Diluc’s father was alive. He swallows hard. It’s always strange, watching people turn their eyes on him with the same respect they used to give his father. Crepus used to be the wise one breaking up petty arguments such as these, he and Kaeya the young and immature boys. 

Now everything was different. Diluc has to face the dawn. He was the head of the Ragnvindrs now, duty bound to uphold the legacy of his clan. 

“Diluc,” you stammer, a relic of a time when you had been children and manners were excusable. So you remember him, too.

Then, “Mr. Ragnvindr,” with the understanding now that things were different. That propriety was necessary. 

To hell with propriety. Diluc wanted to hear you stutter over the syllables of his name again. 

He doesn’t smile as he lets his gaze drift over you. He can’t. There’s too many emotions bubbling in his chest. He’s not sure what kind of expression he wants to make.

Your appearance inspires odd feelings in him, a mix of nostalgia, love, and sadness. He wants to touch your face, and feel the softness of your cheek cradled in his palm. He wants to see your eyes close as you lean into his touch. He wants to measure the tiny gap of skin between where your sleeves end and your wrists with his fingers.

Instead his hand flexes with a movement restrained. 

Finally, after allowing himself one final second to drink your appearance in, he says, “Please let me escort you home.” 

Barbara is unusually quiet on the carriage ride back. She darts quick glances between you and Diluc, which slightly unnerves you, even more so when she practically flies out of the carriage into Jean’s arms and starts whispering frantically. Jean nods and pats her back, waving goodbye as Diluc’s carriage trots off in the direction of your address. 

You still haven’t spoken more than a few words to each other since that first moment of recognition at the ball, but when you make to leave the carriage, Diluc grabs your wrist, his fingers curling in a delicate ring. He’s careful. He’s breaking custom.

“What is it, Mr. Ragnvindr?” You prompt after a moment of silence. 

Diluc looks caught in a trap. His heart is torn between longing and righteousness, wanting you and wanting what’s best for you (which is not him). 

Diluc is too much himself to be any good for you. He has long since sworn off marrying anyone, knowing that the Ragnvindr line would die with him. His father would have been disappointed. 

But he would be more disappointed in Diluc’s other activities, like vigilantism, so what’s one more sin to add to the list? Diluc wouldn’t take a wife just to leave her bed cold and empty. He couldn’t marry a woman so that she could wonder if he was out with someone else instead of having dinner with her. He can’t share this bloody and bruised life with anyone. 

He has long since made peace with this fact. 

Within his own estate, Diluc shuts the door behind him and leans his back against it. He slides down until he’s sitting with his back against the wall, head tipped back. He’s grateful all the servants have gone home but Adeline, who he knows is asleep in her room. 

Feeling like a creep, he lifts his hand to his nose and sniffs tentatively. If he concentrates, he can still gather the faint whiff of your perfume lingering where his skin had touched yours. 

Diluc could never be a good husband, but he dreams he could be for you. Silly, impossible dreams, but they get him to dawn.

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Writing advice:

If you make a fan fiction about a character, but make that character act out of character and its an AU, are you just stealing their look/past relations whit other characters for your oc?

Whenever you write fan fiction, You have to simply write how would they act if something happened (basically, a what if...?)

For example:

(MHA/BnHA) What if Izuku Midoriya had a quirk? (Very basic, the tag 'Midoriya Izuku has a quirk' has tens of thousands of uses in Ao3)

However, We know Midoriya Izuku is a cinnamon roll, who would never kill someone and will always help the friends he has. Now let's look at another fic, that I like, that makes Izuku Midoriya not his self at all, called "What's in a quirk?"

WIAQ!Izuku is someone with hundreds of quirks that he stole from criminals and dying people. By night, he adopts a batman style, beat every criminal up, Sometimes killing people, other times leaving them in trauma, yadda yadda yadda.

But by day, he is the mysterious quirk analyst who is called "Deku", and has helped people with their quirks for free.

But when the time comes to join the UA academy "University version", he hides his Deku persona, and becomes a student that has a 7 meter tail (because he's basically pretending to be the brother of someone with a long tail with trauma). Then later he reveals that he is Deku, but to all might he reveals he has the power to steal quirks. Then he makes a 3rd persona that is supposed to be Deku...

Keeping up? You can also skip everything said.

Basically that up there is not the izuku midoriya we know. Right? Well, there is an argument to be had. You can still consider WIAQ!Izuku is still Izuku. After all, it's a "What if Izuku was born with AFO's power (that allows him to steal quirks)?", and call it "Growing up on the wrong side of the hood"

But there is a line between what is a parody of a character and what is just fused darkfire dragon. For example, I saw a MHA x Solo leveling fic where its literally solo leveling with MHA character's name and power system. Izuku? Thats just Sung Jinwoo with his own personality, but with green hair and more friendly.

Is that Izuku? Hell no. That's a fusion monster.

Conclusion. If you plan to add a big amount of What ifs to your fanfiction character, always make sure that another person would say "Its Denki (MHA character) but different!" instead of "Its an OC with Denki's name and face!".

Now, readers exercise: What is a FanFic you recently read that breaks this rule?

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Jujutsu Kaisen:

: ̗̀➛ Sick Day! (Gojo Satoru x Female Sick Reader)

: ̗̀➛ Late Night (Kento Nanami x Female Reader)

: ̗̀➛ In Every Universe (Yuji Itadori x Female Reader

: ̗̀➛ Perfection (Gojo Satoru x Chubby Female Reader

: ̗̀➛ Fess up! (Young Kento Nanami x Female Reader)

: ̗̀➛ Apocalypse (Megumi Fushiguro x Female Reader)

: ̗̀➛ Arguments with your Lover (Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

: ̗̀➛ Kento Nanami HCs.

: ̗̀➛ Nights like this(Student Gojo Satoru x Student Female Reader)

BNHA:

: ̗̀➛ Always yours (Izuku Midoriya x Female Reader)

: ̗̀➛ Tiempo de Posada (Katsuki Bakugo x Hispanic reader!)

Spiderverse:

: ̗̀➛ Birthday Boy (Miles Morales x Female Reader)

: ̗̀➛Vampire (Female Reader x 1610! Miles Morales)

: ̗̀➛ Vampire Pt.2 Vampire pt.3

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i've loved you since the day you rescued my hat.

i've loved you since the wind brought you to me.

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[ SMAU ] 

# SERIES

afraid — iwaizumi hajime x f!reader filo smau [ong] if fate permits — kuroo x f!reader smau [ong]

# HAIKYUU

millennialcore [c] how many dicks are you choking on? [c/s] i’m breaking up with you | sorry wrong person [c] pretty boy [f] jealous boys [f] what about me [f]

[ HAIKYUU ]

— KARASUNO 

# TSUKISHIMA KEI

seeing your toxic ex [f] “bite your lip once more, i dare you” [s] i just put on lip gloss [f]

# KAGEYAMA TOBIO

seeing your toxic ex [f]

# HINATA SHOYO

seeing your toxic ex [f]

# YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

nostalgic for the moment [f]

# DAICHI SAWAMURA

how dare you [f]

— NEKOMA 

# KUROO TETSURO

♡ seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ forever in a few hours [f] ♡ mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] they get teased with someone else [a/f] ♡ pushing you away [a/f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] ♡ regret and other cliches [a/f] baby i’m yours [f] oh no there’s only one court [f] i hope ur ok [f] i lost them [f] sober thoughts, drunk confessions [a/f] fluffy hair drabble they make you flinch [a/f] paper rings [a] how dare you [f] rubber ducks [f]

# KENMA KOZUME

♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] second best [a/f]

— AOBA JOHSAI 

# OIKAWA TOORU

seeing your toxic ex [f] “sorry, is that supposed to impress me?” [f] oh no there’s only one court [f] i hope ur ok [f]

# IWAIZUMI HAJIME

♡ mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] seeing your toxic ex [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] 505 [a/s] the simple things [f] i just put on lip gloss [f]

# MATSUKAWA ISSEI

seeing your toxic ex [f] i lost them [f]

— FUKURODANI 

# BOKUTO KOUTARO

♡ seeing your toxic ex [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f]

# AKAASHI KEIJI

“you’re an idiot.” “but you love me.” [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] trees [a/f]

— SHIRATORIZAWA 

# TENDOU SATORI

“you couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.” [f]

— INARIZAKI 

# SUNA RINTARO

seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ they get teased with someone else [a/f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] ♡ regret and other cliches [a/f] “give me one reason why i shouldn’t leave.” [a/f] focus [a] hickey prank [f] i hope ur ok [f] i lost them [f] they make you flinch [a/f]

# MIYA ATSUMU

mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] seeing your toxic ex [f] “god, i love your hands.” “let’s put them to good use then.” [s] ♡ “where have you been all my life?” “hiding from you.” [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] hickey prank [f] i lost them [f] they make you flinch [a/f] how dare you [f]

# MIYA OSAMU

seeing your toxic ex [f] i miss the old u [a] i just put on lip gloss [f] how dare you [f]

— OTHER

# TERUSHIMA YUUJI

all fun and games until someone catches feelings [a/f] pillow talk [f] cigarette kisses [a/f]

# SAKUSA KIYOOMI

seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] hickey prank [f]

[ JUJUTSU KAISEN ] 

# NANAMI KENTO

whatever you do, dont [f] sweet [f/s]

# GOJO SATORU

sticky [s]

# INUMAKI TOGE

indigo [f]

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