solidaritygaming-fanblog

[thegoddamnhat]

after years of being in fandoms, has anyone gone from being super strict about ships (physically shuddering when a character is shipped with someone other than who you ship them with) to becoming a very chill multishipper? like, you think everyone should just date each other now and are just cool with everything? is it just me?

[loverln]

bkdk🤝kiribk🤝tddk🤝rodydk🤝tdbk🤝izuchako🤝togachako🤝kamijirou🤝momojirou🤝kamishin🤝monoshin (no one else wants to hold hands with monoma sorry/j)

can we not all get along please???

[radiantallomancer]

Summary:

Hitoshi follows the motion of Kyouka’s hands as they adjust their fishnets and smooth down the pleats of their black miniskirt. His heart pangs with wistful desire. “You both look so pretty.” “Aww, Hitoshi! So do you!” Denki beams, leaning up to smack a kiss on his lips. Does he, though?

I wrote this shinkamijirou piece for Triple Treats, a BNHA OT3 zine!

[nobarasbob]

chapter 4!!! Which is unfortunately not the last chapter. What can I say I’ve just got a lot to say

[intheticklecloset]

hi!! could I request kaminari with ears as the tickle spot for the coffee shots? no pressure of course! I hope you're having a nice day 🩷

“Hold still, Denki!” Jirou demanded, her phone raised, half hiding her face as she waited for the camera to focus.

Kaminari’s entire body was tensed up, but he did his best to obey her. “I’m trying,” he managed through clenched teeth. “It tickles!”

The two of them had been enjoying a beautiful day outside – away from the others, away from the chaos their lives had become since starting school at UA – when a butterfly had decided to perch on the blonde’s ear. If it had held still it wouldn’t have been so bad, but it kept repositioning itself and fluttering its wings, and it was driving the electric hero up the wall.

“Got it,” Jirou announced triumphantly, angling her phone so he could see the picture she’d just taken. He smiled at it despite how goofy he looked. She’d been trying her hand at photography lately, and she was honestly good at it, even if he was often the unwitting subject of her focus.

“Looks great,” he told her. “Now can you please get it off of me? It’s driving me crazy!”

With a giggle, Jirou did as requested and gently shooed the butterfly on its way, watching as Kaminari sagged in obvious relief. She didn’t give him long at all before tackling him into the grass and pinning him down by his shoulders while her quirk went to work tracing the shells of his ears, wiggling behind them, making him squeal and laugh in earnest.

“Nohohohoho! Jirou, it tihihihihihickles!” he cried, blushing under her smiling gaze and her weight on his lap.

“I know, and it’s adorable.” She leaned down to gently pepper his face with kisses while her quirk continued to tickle his ears and neck. He opened his mouth to protest or plead or otherwise speak, but she stopped him with a kiss to his lips.

Kaminari’s heart leapt in his chest. He supposed he could take it for just a little bit longer after all.

[smartzelda]

My Hero Academia Fic Masterpost

Hi, SmartZelda here! Below you will find every fic I have posted for the My Hero Academia fandom. All are organized by date of posting.

Explicit fics are marked as 🔞

Each fic also has the ships it focuses on in parenthesis. Fics without a relationship as a central focus or simply just background relationships are marked as gen.

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Hero of Hearts (Soriku)

Stupid and in Love (Kiribaku, Kirishima & Mina)

Dummy (Affectionate) (Kamijirou)

True Love's Kiss (Kiribaku, Kirishima & Kaminari & Bakugou)

[justahopelessaromantic]

Memories (Ch. 1: Jirou)

Fandom: My Hero Academia Ships: Kamijirou and Ochajirou Links to Chapters 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 Summary: They'll probably write memoirs about all this. That or they’ll pay someone else to. When they're all retired top heroes, of course, ready to share their life stories with the public they’ve spent their lives protecting. Who knows? It might even inspire the next generation of crime fighters! Maybe they'll even throw together a neat little scrapbook or something as a class this year and give it to Mr. Aizawa as a gift. For now, it'll just have to settle for rattling around in their brains every once and a while. You know. Like memories do.

Jirou remembers the soft shine of the sun in her eyes

The shade from Uraraka’s arm painting Jirou’s face

As she stretches out her hand

Tips of her fingers pretending to run through the white fluff

Wading through a sea of blue

Almost as if she could rip that light straight out of the sky

(She’d never need to

Uraraka shines so bright already

Like the closest star in the night sky

Jirou would much rather steal her instead

Slip by her in the halls one day

Wordlessly

Snatch her up in plain sight

Drag her

Hand in unlovable hand

Out those front door

Riding the wind to wherever it takes them)

Floating petals brush against Jirou's face

As she plucks blades of grass

1 by 1

Mina mutters something about a pretty view

(It takes Jirou a moment for it to sink in

As she sinks deeper into the tuff of green tickling her neck

Her friends gazing at the sky,

Petals,

Clouds,

Trees,

Sun,

Not the star lying by her side,

With her soft hands,

Faintly folding the edges of her skirt

Rosy cheeks,

Sore from grinning

Wide eyes,

Sparkling in the light

Jirou figures she could stand to be a bit more observant)

Momo offers a soft smile in response.

Tooru hums in agreement

(Or acknowledgment?

Everyone’s she’s so tough to read)

Voices so soft

Kind

Soothing

(Kaminari said the same about her's once

Uraraka too

They're sweet

Maybe even right)

Could lull her to sleep so effortlessly

With the help of the sunshine

Beating down on her skin

Warmth radiating from her classmates-

Classmates?

…Friends

As they lay still with her

Blades of grass tickling their skin

Jirou remembers how it felt to lie with girls like that

Back when she was young

When they let her just be

Cover her ears to muffle suffocating sounds

Hum to herself

Scoot closer to whisper something snarky in their ears

Drown in their soft laughs

(And Jirou‘s never overdramatic

Really, she isn’t

But, god

Uraraka’s airy giggle sounds

So

Damn

Lovely

It bubbles up from her chest

Rises up and floats in the air

Hovers for just a moment to ring in Jirou’s ears

Before finding itself caught in the wind

Rustling the leaves

Painting the backdrop of woodland creatures scuttling about and gentle chirps far off in the distance

And, oh, how it intertwines itself with Jirou’s low chuckle

The two opposing frequencies blending together

Melting into sweet, sweet harmony

The accompaniment the soft murmur of conversation

About...boys, she thinks?

Who knows

Who cares

Her man is shining

Bright as the sun

And buzzing like the bees somewhere else

Right now

It’s just Jirou and her and them)

Brush her hand against theirs

Exist

She hasn’t had that since 1st grade

She never lets it go

Grips it tight

Digs her nails into it

Refusing to let it slip