#mha emergency requests

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hello lovely Ducky! I was wondering if I could get an emergency request? I’m going through a lot and am struggling with bad seasonal depression. Recently, I’ve really needed encouragement and some sort of hope, but instead of it, I lost a friendship. It was kind of a huge blow to my mental health. No pressure ofc, I know it’s exam season right now and you’ve got your own life, so don’t feel pressured and don’t rush! thank you in advance and ily I hope you’re having an amazing day!! make sure ur drinking water!!

Heya, Kross!

This took 4000 years, so I hope it’s not too late!!!

I hope you’re feeling better :(

I will personally fight your friend, don’t even worry.

I hope this provides you some kind of comfort! If not, feel free to request again!

CW BELOW THE CUT: reader is depress3d, reader has lost hope.

𝐼𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢 𝑀𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑦𝑎

Exam season at U.A was never an easy time of the year. Multiple tests, multiple classes of work to still turn in, and atop of all else, this time of year is when things started to weigh heavier on you.

You try your best to make it through the day, but it never seems to be enough for those close to you.

Although you explicitly have stated that this time of the year is hard for you, your friends swear that you’re avoiding them on purpose.

Overtime, you got used to it. But this year was different.

While you were studying for your heroics exam, a text buzzed on your phone. You reached over to it and read the words “we need to talk”

Instantly, your mind raced with all of the things that could’ve been the issue. You didn’t have to do much soul-searching, however, when you received a huge paragraph from your friend.

It was clearly copied and pasted, meaning that your friend had put some thought into, and maybe even asked others for help with, it.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you read about how your “friend” claimed that you were avoiding them on purpose, and how they felt neglected by you.

Frustrated, you start to text them back, explaining in vain that it was just because of the time of year, and that you really didn’t mean to ignore them. By the time the text had sent, there was a delivery error.

Your friend had blocked you.

Your mind and emotions went numb. You shut your book and laid down on your bed with bleary eyes as you thought about all of the moments you had with your friend.

Defeated, you stood up to turn off your desk lamp, and went to bed with tears streaming down your face.

As time progressed, you had scarcely come from your dorm. You spent your time studying when your mind allowed you to. Most of the time, you could only lay on your bed in defeat.

Luckily for you, your green-haired best friend had noticed your recent absence. Izuku was nervous about your disappearance, and would bring a plate of food to leave at your door. When he knocked, you wouldn’t answer him, so he figured that something must be very wrong.

Eventually, Izuku gathered the courage to knock and stay there until you replied to him.

“(Y/N)? It’s me. I know you’re in there,“ he murmured as he rested his forehead against the door. “I just want to know if you’re okay.”

You sighed as you looked at the door. Were you really in the mood for company? What would his reaction be? Was it worth it?

You rolled over in your covers and stared blankly at the wall.

“(N/N), I’m not leaving.” His voice was a little more stern, almost as if he was upset with you.

“Go away,” you mustered.

A gentle gasp was heard from outside the door. “Please let me in… I promise I won’t bother you.”

You readjusted yourself to be turned away from the doorway. Sighing, you decide to let him in.“Door’s been unlocked since Tuesday.”

You closed your eyes and waited. Within a second, the knob of your door turned, and it was pushed open.

You heard a gentle gasp and a forlorn voice. “(N/N), please, talk to me.”

“Nothing to talk about.” You replied.

Izuku sat next to you on the bed and put his hand on your shoulder. “I will not leave your side until you at least acknowledge my presence.”

You rolled over and your teary eyes met with his own. You didn’t have time to react before the boy wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“I’m sorry if you don’t wanna be touched right now, or if you just wanna be alone, but I know in my heart that you need this.” He whispered, running his hand along your head. “Tell me, what’s going on in your mind?”

His soothing words and comforting touch made you instantly dissolve into sobs. Izuku held you close, whispering reassuring words into your ears. “It’s okay, it’s okay… shhh… I’m here, it’ll be okay. Im not going anywhere, I promise you’re safe with me.”

As soon as you calmed a bit, you started to pour out all of your troubles. They flowed out like water, and you were unable to hold them back.

Your friend held you securely, hoping to convey his solidarity. Izuku listened intently to every single world that you said, nodding in acknowledgement.

When you finished, he wiped your tears and took both of your hands.

“I’ll preface by saying that I’m so sorry that this happened to you… I can’t even begin to imagine how awful this must be, especially during this time.”

“I want you to understand that this isn’t your fault, not at all. You expressed clearly that you are feeling a certain way, and your “friend” didn’t respect that. You can’t be responsible for how they feel, because you tried to explain what had happened.” His thumb came up to your cheek as another tear fell from your eye. “They chose on their own to not listen to you. If it’s worth anything, I personally think that this individual is not your friend. If they were really someone who wanted to have a bond with you, they wouldn’t do this to you.”

“You can’t control how you feel either. Depression is a sickness, and you can’t force it to go away. You’re trying your best, and that’s all anyone can ask of you…”

You rested your head on his shoulder, and he kissed the crown of your head. Closing your eyes with a sigh, you finally spoke. “I just don’t get why you can be so understanding but they can’t…”

“Because some people don’t take mental illness seriously.” He replied, tracing circles on your shoulder blades. “It’s dumb, but some people just don’t understand how terrible it really is… I just hope that I can be enough of a support system for you.”

You hugged him back him tightly “You’re more than enough… You’re the only one who’s cared to check on me after all this time, so thank you.”

Izuku cradled the back of your head with his hand as you hugged him. “Just take a minute and rest, I’ve got you…”

As your residual tears finally started to dry, Izuku helped you to lay down and rest your head in his lap. He ran his fingers through your hair as you closed your eyes.

“Don’t worry about a thing right now… just get some sleep, I’ll be right here if you need me.”

Before you fully fell asleep, you swore that heard Izuku mutter a few words.

“I wish they’d only see you how the rest of us do…”

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[doumadono]

EMERGENCY REQUEST

Hii, i was wondering if you could write platonic Aizawa emergency request in which hr has a daughter ho has veen strugling with self harm and su1cidal thoughts, please.

I had been really low latly and i relapes after 7 months of not self harming.

Thanks love 🩷

A/N: I'm so sorry to hear that you've been struggling lately, Nonnie. Remember, setbacks are a part of recovery, and it's okay to ask for help when you need it. You've made progress before, and you can do it again. Sending you love and support ♥

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Aizawa is incredibly protective and caring towards you, his precious daughter.

He always makes time for you, even with his busy schedule as a pro hero and teacher at U.A.

Aizawa is observant, noticing even the slightest changes in your behavior.

One day, he accidentally walks in on you wrapping your wrists in bandages after harming yourself, and he's filled with terror.

Despite his fear, he immediately approaches you, sitting down beside you on the bed. "What's going on?" he asks straightforwardly, his voice laced with concern. "Why are you doing this to yourself, sweetheart"

You look up at him, your Y/E/C eyes filled with pain and uncertainty. "I... I just can't handle it anymore," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. You explain that the pressure of hero studies and internships has been weighing heavily on you, and you don't know know how to cope anymore. "One day, I accidentally hurt my hand... and... it felt so good... like all my stress was relieved," you begin, tears streaming down your flushed face. "So I started doing this... from time to time... and... I couldn't stop... I was punishing myself for not being perfect, daddy," you say, your sobs becoming uncontrollable.

Aizawa listens attentively, his heart breaking at the thought of his daughter struggling alone. Without hesitation, he offers his unwavering support, reassuring you that you're not alone in this, his strong arms wrapping tightly around your trembling form as he offers you the tightest hug he can.

You hug him back tightly, whimpering, "I'm sorry, daddy, I'm so sorry!"

As you're held in his arms, you don't notice the tears streaming down Shota's face as he comforts you. He soothes you with gentle words and his presence, rocking you back and forth in his arms. "You're perfect just the way you are," he assures, clearing his throat to hide the hoarseness in his tone from the tears he shed for you. "We're in this together. You're not alone. We're a team. Always remember that you can come to me with all your problems, even the ones that seem small or irrelevant. Your problems are mine too. I'm your dad, and I'll do whatever I can to help you. Always."

You nod, listening to your dad's words. "I didn't want to bother you with..."

He interrupts you, shushing you, gently cupping your wet cheeks in his hands and making you meet his gaze. "You are never a bother. Never. You're my entire world, babygirl."

Aizawa makes sure to prioritize your well-being, adjusting his schedule to spend more time with you and offering words of encouragement whenever you need them.

He often says sweet little things like "I love you, sweetheart" or "you mean the world to me." He also praises your efforts, saying things like "you did very well on this test. I know you worked hard for a good grade, but even if it's not what you expected, remember that grades don't define your skills, knowledge, or spirit."

Through your journey, Aizawa learns to open up more to you, strengthening your bond and creating a safe space for you to express all of your feelings.

Even though Aizawa is hesitant at first, after realizing the seriousness of the situation, he doesn't hesitate to ask his friends for help.

And of course, they respond.

Hizashi visits Aizawa's apartment every day, bringing groceries and always having a little sweet snack for you that he knows you enjoy.

Despite the challenges you both face, Aizawa remains by your side, ready to support you through every step of your recovery journey.

[loveriotss]

DINNER WITH THE TODOROKIS ⸻ shoto todoroki

SYNOPSIS — shoto todoroki invites reader over to a family dinner just to get on endeavor's nerves. REQUEST — "Hi...Could I request a Shoto x reader, where Shoto brings over the reader to family dinner just to piss off Endeavor? <3" INCLUDES — gn! reader, fluff, 1.2k words WARNINGS — minor spoiler (change in hero rankings), like one swear word

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“would you like to have dinner with me and my family next saturday?”

you look up from your homework, your eyes meeting his two-colored ones as you freeze for a second at his sudden request. you and shoto were curled up in your dorm. textbooks, notes and stationary sprawled all over the small round table in the middle of your room while you two were completing an assignment given by mr. aizawa.

“dinner? are you sure i won’t be intruding?” you asked him, your fingers fiddling with your pen.

“my sister invited me to a family dinner again. she has been trying her best to make our family..work. my old man will be there too." your eyes widen for a split second before you relax again. oh yeah having dinner at the same table as the number one hero wasn’t a big deal at all! you can handle that..right? you've watched countless journalists having interviews with the fiery man and have read even more comments about him and his cold personality. you didn't know what scared you more — the fact that he was the top hero of Japan or that he was the father of shoto.

“oh..are you sure he won't get mad or anything?" you ask nervously. "if he even tries to be rude to you, we can leave. i don't want you to feel uncomfortable. i'm sorry if this seems like a selfish request of mine..i just wish to see his reaction towards you. i understand if you're busy or don't wish to accompany me-" “NO” you interrupted hurriedly, face turning red as shoto looked at you, slightly startled by the sudden interruption. you cleared your throat before speaking again, “i mean, i’m not busy. i'd love to join you all for dinner.”

shoto’s eyes immediately return to his paper at your words, a hint of red on his cheeks. “okay, I’ll let fuyumi know,” he says with a soft smile on his face.

you stood nervously in front of the gate to the todoroki abode. the exterior of the residence looked like any other traditional japanese house with a stone path leading to the front door. the greenery around the house was neat and well maintained. the house seemed to be emitting a soft glow. you fidgeted with your fingers, wishing you’d had a little more time to practice your “not-freaking-out” face.

you didn't realize how tense your body was until shoto slithered his fingers between yours, interlocking them and giving them a soft squeeze. you relaxed into his touch and gave him a smile before ringing the doorbell.

a pretty young lady with white hair that had hints of red mixed with them emerged from the house and excitedly greeted the two of you, she must be shoto's sister.

"shoto! i'm so glad you're here!" she said before turning towards you and grabbing both your hands, a sparkle in her eyes as she spoke, "and you must be y/n! shoto has told me so much about you! it's so nice to meet you!" she exclaimed with a smile.

"hello! nice to meet you too! thank you so much for having me today!" you say, returning her energy.

"thank you for clearing your busy schedules to drop by! and please, call me fuyumi!" she states as she gestures for you two to come in.

you turn your head towards shoto for a moment, mouthing a "she's nice," before following behind fuyumi.

the house wasn't very modern, with tatami mats and sliding doors everywhere. the air was slightly cold but still comfortable enough. there was a delicious aroma in the air; it seemed fuyumi had gone all out. there was the slightest scent of incense sticks wafting down from a hallway but you brushed it off.

fuyumi led you two to a room that consisted of a table surrounded by traditional japanese seats. the dining table was elegantly set, with a feast of rich dishes spread out across the table. however, the air in this room seemed much more tense than it did outside. at the head of the table sat a tall sturdy man who you immediately recognized as endeavor. two seats down to his left sat a young man with white hair.

"hello!" you start, trying to sound as confident as possible, "my name is y/n l/n. thank you for having me!".

"call me natsuo, I am shoto's older brother. it's nice to meet you." says the white-haired man. "it's nice to meet you too natsuo!" you exclaimed happily before turning to endeavor.

"it's nice to meet you, mr. todoroki." you say firmly. endeavor’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he managed a curt nod. “likewise. let’s get on with dinner.”

as you took your seat, you noticed endeavor’s gaze occasionally flicking towards shoto, a mixture of curiosity and irritation in his eyes. meanwhile, shoto ignored his father's eyes and carried on eating his cold soba. you could tell that his relaxed demeanor was deliberately designed to get under endeavor’s skin.

as the dinner flowed, you made small conversations with fuyumi and natsuo while shoto piped in once in a while. the room was filled with soft laughter, the clinking of utensils, and occasional requests to pass dishes.

“so, l/n,” endeavor started gruffly, causing your attention to immediately snap to him, “how did you and shoto meet?” you took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. “we are in the same class. shoto and i were paired for a project and we gradually became closer because of that.”

endeavor’s eyes sharpened. “and what do you think of my son’s… career aspirations?” you hesitated for a moment, then smiled. “I think shoto is very dedicated to his work. he’s passionate about what he does.”

a flicker of surprise crossed endeavor’s face, but he quickly masked it with a gruff nod. the conversation continued with a noticeable tension, but you were able to keep the mood from becoming too uncomfortable.

as the meal came to a close and dessert was served, endeavor’s demeanor was a mix of frustration and reluctant acceptance.

“well, y/n,” endeavor said as he stood up, “it’s been… interesting having you here. i hope you enjoyed the meal.” “thank you for having me,” you replied sincerely, giving him a warm smile, “i did enjoy it.”

you bid farewell to natsuo and fuyumi, thanking her for the food as you and shoto made your way out. once you two were a few blocks down, you let out a content sigh, "i'm glad that went well. i almost shit my pants while talking to your dad."

shoto let out a little laugh as he interlocked his fingers with yours. "thank you..for doing this." he says, looking down at his feet as you both stroll down the sidewalk. "of course, shoto. this type of rebel behavior is fun sometimes." you reply while giggling.

shoto smiles down at you as he squeezes your hand, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling you in closer, arms wrapping around your waist as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

"i love you." he whispers.

you gently tangle your fingers into the back of his hair as you whisper back, "i love you too."

NOTE — first time writing a full length fic lmk how i did 😓🙏 (dont be mean i will cry). i rewatched the scene when shoto brings bakugo and izu to his home for dinner for some inspoo. YK I WAS ORIGINALLY GONNA MAKE THIS ANGSTY but guys i believe in endeavor redemption journey so i just couldn't also i yap so much in these author note things oopsies also i love fuyumi

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[cvnt4him]

Emergency request bc I’m literally struggling so bad and feeling neglected as shit rn

ofc if you’re up to it pooks ik ur alr stressing over stuff and I don’t want to make it worse :(

Maybe some iida or monoma x reader that try’s hard to do stuff but always gets neglected? Thanks pooks 💕

I hope I got to this in enough time for you, I'm sorry for whatever you're going through n trust you're not making my situation any worse, you're actually helping me get rid of writers block so ty for this n I hope this reaches you well and is what you hoped for🫶🏽🫶🏽

mha boys x reader.

Included; izuku midoriya, kirishima ejirou, bakugou katsuki, tenya iida, monoma neito, denki kaminari.

Not in order.

Genre: angst? comfort/feel-good/fluff.

Izuku midoriya is none other than a saint. He helps everyone around him and he strives to keep his good boy/golden boy title. You admire him for that and you know others do, you also know one day he'll not only be yours but belong to the world. It gets to you but you try so hard to not let it.

When you two started dating no one knew at first, but izuku couldn't just stand by and let people not know that you were his. That he finally had a girlfriend who thought he was worthy of love. You truly felt that he deserved to be loved and he felt so seen with you, more than anyone else had ever made him feel.

Sooner or later after people found out, people began giving you such disgusting looks. Mostly girls you noticed. They would whisper about you when you were alone and look at you with mean and disgusted looks and they would laugh at you while you walked. No matter what you did you always had eyes on you. People laughing at the way you ate or spoke or dressed, it was draining.

You knew why it was happening and you tried so hard not to let it get to you. But none of that could even begin to compare to once your friends found out the two of you were dating.

You walked into the girls locker room to see all of the girls standing in a circle, you had already heard through the door they were having a conversation however you didn't exactly try to make out what they were saying. They all turned to look at you before slowly looking away to continue dressing, the silence had gotten rather too loud for your liking. They were just having a conversation before, why stop now that you were there? It bugged you the wrong way but you didn't want to make a commotion.

"so you and midoriya?"

Mina questions looking you up and down with a pointed look. She was one of your best friends, why was she looking at you like you're being investigated in a murder?

"uh.. yeah! We're dating."

You confirmed turning away to finish undressing. She hummed sucking her teeth and crossing her arms.

"you're dating him.. whilst knowing ochako liked him the whole time?"

She instigates, trying to get you to admit something. What the hell? Why would she say this? It's not your fault ochako didn't confess to izuku in enough time. It's not your fault he agreed to date you. It's not your fault he wanted everyone to know, so why was she trying to grill you like it was?

"look. I don't know what you're trying to get out of me, but--"

"just that you're a backstabbing bitch."

Silence filled the room once more as you scoffed clearly offended. She and the other girls stared at you with such disgusted and disappointed looks. You look around the room to see everyone staring at you with hatred and spite.

"are you fucking kidding me?!"

You ask around looking at all of them, there was no way they all hated you this much because you liked a boy.

"I mean.. you did kind of steal him off from under her.."

"you knew she liked him. Kind of bitchy."

"what about girl code, dude"

All the girls began saying their own opinions ganging up on you and practically eating you alive. They all shared their own fair share of mean words and side eyes before you finished getting dressed and slammed your locker shut making them all quiet down.

"fuck all of you."

You spat out while flipping them all off and leaving the room. You couldn't believe they're trying to decapitate you because ochako didn't have the balls to do what you did. Why does that make you a bad person.

The week started getting harder and harder as everyone, even some of the boys who knew ochako liked deku, started distancing themselves from you, al because of what mina would whisper in their ears, feeding them whatever she could pin in her web. And like the idiot fools they were, they believed her.

You were being neglected by your friends, all because you liked a boy. It began to be too much for you. Putting up this front for everyone who didn't even bother to see it or even your side of the story. You can't be happy with someone who has all these people liking them and making you feel shitty for also liking them. Maybe you'd have to break up with izuku.

When you came to him with this information he was furious. But not even with ochako or mine. With everything. The fact you'd been feeling shitty and didn't tell him and the fact you didn't tell him these people were bothering you. Izuku loves you more than he does himself and he isn't afraid to show that. He also loves his friends but he isn't going to let these people sit here and make you feel like shit because you're together.

He held you close that night, assuring you he wouldn't let this stand any longer. He was going to confront everyone for whatever they said to you and he wouldn't give a single shit about it. You were his and he loves you.

"I'm sorry for the way you've been feeling, love. I'm sorry that people have been treating you shitty and neglecting you because of our relationship. But you don't need any of them as long as you have me."

Tenya iida, one of the most compassionate hard working and caring people anyone has ever been graced to know. He is strong resilient and brave. He cares so much about everyone and it's so admirable. Some people see him as a wack job robot who just yells and screams or dotes too hard but to you he's perfect. An angel sent from the heavens above.

You've been working hard on something for a really long time. You hadn't told anyone about it because when you planned on it you wanted to also tell them the good news that would come with it. However that good news nevwr came. What you were doing wasn't good enough and it effectsd you deeply. Your grades fell, you started getting rather sluggish with your movements and you jardlt had the energy for anhone kr anyrhing.

Not getting the good news for what you've done was draining. It drained you to the point you wanted to break down and cry, yet nothing would come out. When people told you what you worked hard on, for so long, wasn't enough. It broke you, scarred you deeper than you could even begin to imagine. But tenya seen, he seen how you began to act, how you began to look more and more dead, how you'd began neglecting yourself. It was all too much for him to bear or watch you go through alone. He couldn't sit by and watch the love of his life perish.

Tenya held you in your dorm and let you cry on his shoulder for as long as you needed, having tissues on standby and rubbing your head gently. Placing kisses on top of your forehead and shushing you lightly as you both cuddled, he would be patient with you. He would wait until you were ready to talk or open up about what you were going through, but for now he wanted you to know you were loved and that he was proud of you.

"I love you, y/n. So much more than you could possibly fathom. I see you, and I am so incredibly proud of you. You are worthy and deserve someone who would move heaven and earth for you, I hope I am adequate enough for you."

Dating bakugou katsuki was hard. Not because he was an angry fiery shit head, but because he had such a burning passion for what he did. He never stopped striving and fighting to get what he wanted. He knew what he wanted and grasped at it and held onto it tight. It was nothing less than admirable.

The fact he could come back to you and tell you he loves you was admirable. He loved you and that meant so much to you. You loved him just as much and tried so hard to show up and be there for him. Through thick and thin, lows and highs, you wanted to be by his side regardless. He loved you for that reason alone, but he'd give you so many other reasons why he loves you.

He seen how hard you were working, how hard you were trying, how no one dared to even glance at you. He seen a faller bird that had potential and was worthy. Bakugou katsuki seen you. He wanted you and promised you he'd love you.

But for fucks sake, it always angered him to watch you get in such moods. To watch you neglect yourself and struggle with bad things. To put yourself under so much pressure and stress for no reason. When you'd cry your eyes out alone because you were tired.

He wanted to do so many things to you in that moment, but all his body could do was rush to you and hold you. He held you tightly, his fingers digging into the side of your hip. He buried his face in your neck and inhaled your sweet scent that always made him go feral.

You were his and he wouldn't dare let you sit here and feel shitty over whatever it was that was making you feel this way. He pushed and poked at every corner he could to get you to talk. Once you did he told you to shut the fuck up. You wanted to cry even more but you were sure he had reason to it.

And boy did he, he had such caring words laced with such menas things that were all wrapped in the cutest bow. He was emotionally constipated and had a hard time making people feel better. But watching him slightly struggle to find nice words to make you feel better while holding you close in his arms makes you feel so much better. Giggling at how he stammered over his words and how he tried to uphold a gentle voice to match the gentle strokes of his fingers on your side.

"look.. just. sigh. You're great okay. I love you and I'm not gonna just sit here n' let you whine n' shit for nothin'. Don't let whatever stupid shit is bothering you get t'ya. Or I'll beat yer' fuckin' ass."

Being kirishima eijirou's girlfriend was nothing other than a pure utter blessing. To be blessed with such an amazing caring and helpful boyfriend like him was genuinely a gift from the god above. He treated you like a queen who deserved to be worshipped.

It didn't take long for him to notice how hard you were struggling with things. He made sure before you got back to his dorm that it was all cozy and comfortable for you. One of the most romantic gestures he could have ever done for you. The way he had his laptop on his bed with so many plushies and comfortable pillows, and the fluffy cover he has and all the snacks you could ever imagine. He was nothing more than a blessing.

He held you tight and let you watch whatever you wanted, kirishima doesn't care about weight or anything like that, [yes I had to add this bit, bite me.] He loves training and working out with you, sure but he would never force you to do those things. He wants you to be nothing but comfortable with him and your body, so he would never shame you for how much you are or how you are in front of him. He loves you, all of you and he made sure you knew that. He kissed you and told you he loved you so many times. You fell asleep in his arms while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

"I love you.. I hope this could make you feel better. I will always be here for you."

Denki kaminari. Where to even begin with him. He was such a funny guy that it was hard to tell when he was joking or being serious about committing arson. He always made sure you knew that he loved you. He always hung by you and stayed by your side. He wouldn't ever tell you but he was a bit insecure. There were some things about himself he wished he could change for you, some things he wished he could do for you. He never intended to bring himself down but sometimes he thought you were this super cool goddess who was worthy of something more than a tiny little pebble like him. He felt like he was gum beneath your shoe.

Denki knew he wasn't good at a lot of things, he knew he could be dumb or even useless at times but when he seen how short you were feeling and how you would start crying because of how stressed you were he couldn't just sit by and let you feel this way.

He let you vent to him like you laid in his arms. He let you out face masks on him and let you do his hair or paint his nails or draw on him and just let your rant to him about all of your worries and woes. He wanted you to feel the way you made him feel so he tried hard to keep his mouth shut and listen. Whenever he'd notice you quieting down because you thought he was getting tired of listening he'd ask you "why'd you stop?" It'd make you feel so happy to have someone like him.

Finally after you were finished he decided to carefully pick and close his words to make himself sound just a bit smarter and more cool for you.

"hey...I'm sorry that you're going through this.. I wish there was something a bit more that I could uhm.. do? I don't want you to feel like I'm a burden but I promise you I'm here for you, if you ever want to vent like this again or just have someone to talk to, or-- or even just sit in silence with someone.. I'm here."

Neito monoma, he's quite the distinguished fellow. He always hated class 1A and he seemed to make his whole personality about just that. Or so you thought. You two getting together was not on your 2024 bingo. But he knew how to make you feel things.

He gave you butterflies by just smiling. His laugh was loud and carefree. He wasn't afraid to boast and brag about anything you did, he even did it in front of you. It was hard to feel insecure with him around. He wanted the world to know you were better than them, especially class 1A.

He would give you flowers or cute bows or just things he felt you'd like. He learned you and your every move well. He'd even practice certain conversations before the two of you have them. He felt you were rather predictable in an exciting way. A way that could never make him unlove you.

You being in a bad mood angered him, he confronted you about it and was so ready to beat someone's ass. With his words. But once you assured him why you were feeling this way his gaze softened. He grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you into a hug. One that felt like it could last an eternity. One that you hoped would.

He sighed and just held you for a while and took it to his bed which led to a cuddle sesh. He rubbed your shoulder while you buried your face in his chest, he felt the way your breath fanned all over him and it made a shiver go down his spine.

You listen to his heartbeat and breathe in as much of him as you could, you were afraid if you didn't take all of him in right now he might disappear. Every time he kissed your forehead lightly or peppered kisses over your ear snapped you back into reality and helped you realize this was real, that he was real and was with you. That he loved you and would do anything for you.

"I love you darling and I hope you know just how much I do. I'm rather angry that you hadn't told me how you were feeling but I suppose I can let it go for now.. get some rest, my love."

AN: so I decided to make it a to character thing n don't even mind that I basically made a whole story for izukus... We all know how I feel ab him..

Also off topic and not that anyone cares but I'm thinking ab updating my masterlist yk? Js make it more aesthetically pleasing to myself. Also I wrote this all in one go, this took ab maybe two hours?????

[tsumuus]

Years had passed since UA High, where heroes were forged and futures decided. Bakugo Katsuki had emerged as one of Japan's top pro heroes, his fiery determination and explosive quirk propelling him to success. Meanwhile, you had carved your own path, Denki Kaminari's twin sister, without a quirk but with a sharp mind for business. Fate, it seemed, had intertwined your lives once more when you became Bakugo's PR manager.

In the bustling heart of the city, Bakugo's agency was a beacon of heroism. You navigated through the chaos of press releases and public appearances, your days filled with strategic meetings and late-night brainstorming sessions. Bakugo, ever the hero of action, relied on your expertise to shape his public image, to smooth the rough edges without dulling his fierce persona.

From the beginning, there was an unspoken tension- a current of something unsaid between you and Bakugo. You knew him from UA, where your brother and Bakugo had been classmates. Back then, you admired his unwavering determination from afar, a quiet observer in the background of heroics. Now, in the present, the dynamics had shifted but the unspoken remained.

Bakugo's office was a reflection of his persona- bold, unyielding, with trophies and accolades adorning the walls. On evenings when the city lights painted the skyline in hues of orange and gold, you found yourself poring over strategy documents with him, discussing the next big campaign or handling the fallout of a recent skirmish.

He was intense, passionate about his work, his heroism, and his agency- but there were moments when you glimpsed another side of him. A rare smile when a child asked for an autograph, a fleeting softness in his eyes when he spoke about training the next generation of heroes.

Yet, beneath the surface, Bakugo struggled with words that didn't involve battle plans or heroics. And you, with your own hidden admiration for the hero who dared to dream bigger than anyone else, navigated the delicate balance of professionalism and unspoken feelings.

One crisp autumn evening, after a particularly grueling day of interviews and photo shoots, you found yourselves on the rooftop of the agency building. The city sprawled beneath you, a tapestry of lights and life stretching into the horizon.

"You're doing good work," Bakugo said suddenly, his voice softer than usual, eyes fixed on the cityscape.

You smiled, a small, genuine curve of your lips. "It's what you hired me for."

He glanced at you then, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. "Yeah, but..."

The words hung between you, heavy with meaning that neither dared to voice aloud. There were boundaries, unspoken rules that governed your professional relationship, and yet the heart was seldom obedient to reason.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and the unspoken grew louder in the silence of shared moments. Bakugo's gestures were subtle- a coffee brought to your desk when he knew you were burning the midnight oil, a spare jacket offered on a chilly evening when the wind whispered through the city streets.

One night, as you watched him train in the agency gym- an inferno of determination and raw power- you realized how deeply intertwined your lives had become. The hero, the same boy she once admired from afar, and his PR manager, navigating the uncharted waters of unspoken words and silent glances.

In the quiet of your own thoughts, you wondered if he saw beyond the professional facade you wore, if he sensed the echoes of admiration and unspoken longing that mirrored his own.

But for now, beneath the city lights and the weight of unspoken words, you continued to navigate the complexities of heroism and heart, finding solace in the silent understanding that bound you together.

a/n my first writing for mha so be nice. i wanna get around to writing for more series in addition to haikyuu, so if you'd like to send in some requests about what you'd like me to write i'd be more than happy to because im lowk running outta ideas🫠

masterlist

[gingerlee-holds]

I feel bad for popping a request in ☠ anyway

If you're feeling up to it, perhaps ler Todoroki x lee Reader (bc me and reader insert are inseparable /j) from MHA? Length, perhaps 900+ words if possible? But I'll be grateful for anything haha, I also don't want to force you to write more if you're not feeling inspired i'm gonna be honest here I haven't watched MHA in a long time ☠ and I have no idea what scenarios would be realistic because he's,, Todoroki,,

Personally i'm a sucker for evil/more intense tickles because I wish I was ticklish but if that makes you uncomfy do feel free to ignore :)

oh hush, you!!! i love requests, so thank you so so much!! i just hope this is somewhat what you wanted heehee- enjoy!!! i have a huge crush on this dork so that creeps in- also the reader's quirk is whatever you want it to be, cuz its not mentioned- also also!! im really really sorry if i fuck the names up cuz from what i know of the show, Todoroki is the family name, so Shoto is the given name but i could be totally wrong

i just wanna say that i really really like writing the rambly bits from Shoto about the book-

the reader is sorta a brat lol

Like Poetry

Words: 2,334 Pairing: Ler!Shoto, Lee!Reader Warnings: lotta fluff!!! not proofread!!!

You groaned as you entered the common room. Mr. Aizawa’s personal training was brutal today, and you were not looking forward to feeling how sore your muscles would be tomorrow morning. Sighing, you grabbed one of Sato’s cupcakes from the counter and flopped onto the sofa, confident it would be unoccupied. It was about seven in the evening on a Friday, which meant everyone was either in their rooms or somewhere around town. 

You huffed into the mattress before gasping at the sound of a page being turned. Looking up, you saw you were about a foot away from, in your mind, the strongest student in your class. He was sitting with perfect posture, reading a book with yellowed pages. On the coffee table sat a mug filled with tea.

Shoto Todoroki didn’t look up from his book at you. If he knew you were there, he didn’t show it. He silently read, seemingly fully absorbed. You sat upright, shaking off the embarrassment of almost landing on him, of all people. 

You cleared your throat and gobbled up your cupcake in one bite, setting the wrapper down next to his tea. Still, he didn’t move. Raising an eyebrow, you poked him in the side to get his attention, and the surprised gasp he gave made you giggle. Shoto looked at you, brow furrowed in annoyance, but his face soon softened when you smiled and waved.

“Hi!” you said chipperly. 

He nodded politely in return. “Hello, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”

With a chuckle, you shoved his shoulder. “No worries! Whatcha reading, bookworm?”

Shoto tilted his head. “I’m not a worm.”

You sighed and repeated your question without the tease. You loved that your classmate was so adorably literal. 

“I’m reading this book of old poetry. I don’t remember where I got it - it feels like my family’s always had it lying around. I decided to read it today since everyone’s out.” His voice was calm as he spoke.

You were somewhat interested in the subject but mostly just wanted to hear him talk some more. It was so rare that he spoke. “Anything good in there?”

“I found this one that I liked,” Shoto said before flipping back a few pages. “Rain on lemongrass. / Ash trees weep o’er their lost sun: / Their light and love, gone.”

The poem made you hum in thought. “What’s it about?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” he asked. Taken on its face, it was an insulting question, but you knew Shoto was genuinely unsure whether to explain it. You shook your head in reply. “The poem is about heartbreak. A woman falls in love with someone, and suddenly, that person has to leave. The woman feels like she has nothing left as she cries into a world that has bigger concerns than her. Soon, perhaps, her love shall return, the sun re-emerging from the clouds, but there’s also the possibility that she doesn’t last until then, and the wind blows her over. Ash trees symbolize grief, so perhaps they may never meet again. The lemongrass, evoking a cheerful memory, is smothered under the rains that hide her beloved.” Suddenly, he looked up from the page. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was rambling.”

You scratched your head. “How did you get all that from just three lines?” You didn’t mind, of course. He was cute when he rambled. To your great surprise, he let out a soft and sheepish smile. 

“Well, I suppose I have too much time on my hands,” he said, looking away. You smirked and poked his side again, giggling at his surprised reaction. Shoto let out a muffled yelp and jumped, glaring at you suspiciously and rubbing his side. “Quit that.” 

“Sorry, Icy-hot! Can’t be helped!” You held up both your hands in mock surrender.

“Hm,” Shoto mumbled, looking back to the book. “This book was written entirely by hand. See? This character is slightly different here, here, and here,” he continued, pointing at different parts of the page. “And from what I can tell, its publication predates quirks, hence why they are not mentioned. If they had quirks, you would think there’d be a suggestion of their existence, no? Yet there’s nothing. For all intents and purposes, it seems like this book is a remnant of a simpler world.” His expression looked distant as if his mind were a hundred miles and years away. 

You leaned back, folding your arms behind your head. “Sounds dorky. Maybe you should tell Deku! I’m sure he’d be all too interested,” you chuckled, then looked over. If he heard your comment, he gave no sign. He must still be lost in thought. Looking down at his side, you saw it was perfectly exposed. You were pushing your luck. Then again, what is a hero if not someone who tries their luck? You pursed your lips together and quickly extended your hand to poke Shoto’s side again. 

But he was faster. As if expecting your reckless act, he set his book down and grabbed your hand before it made contact in one fluid movement. “You don’t listen, do you?”

“I do my utmost to avoid doing that, yes,” you said, giggling nervously. His grip was firm, giving you no delusions of escape. His hand was chilly, as if Shoto was threatening to encase your whole arm in ice at any moment. You tugged slightly.

He didn’t let go. “No, you need to learn this lesson.” Somehow, that was among the scariest things you’ve ever heard, right alongside the speech of the hero killer and Mr. Aizawa announcing an extra homework assignment before the summer break. Shoto pushed your legs toward the end of the couch, pinning you to his chest with both hands held behind you. You shuddered as Shoto said, “Now, learn well.”

Since both your hands were stuck behind you against his torso, you couldn’t defend yourself whatsoever when he descended both hands onto your stomach. You erupted into bright, bubbly laughter and kicked your feet like that would do anything to help. All that went through your head was repeated, ‘Oh, fuck, that tickles!’ 

You heard Shoto’s hum of approval from behind you as he clawed his fingers over the thin fabric of your shirt. “Interesting,” he mumbled to himself. 

“ShIhihihihIt! ShohOhOHohotoHoHoho!” You shook your head and thrashed all you could, but it didn’t matter. Shoto was stronger, and he would make sure you knew it. 

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked casually.

“STohohoHOAhaap!!” It didn’t have a chance of working, but it didn’t hurt to try.

“No.” Shoto’s clawed hands squeezed around your stomach in circles, taking a moment to dwell on your extra-ticklish lower stomach, which he took delight in exploiting. If you didn’t know any better, you would even say he enjoyed it as much as you were. 

“NohOHoHOhoHT TheheHEherre!” you pleaded helplessly, throwing your head back to give your torturer the best puppy eyes you could… although they were far less effective than you had hoped since they were quickly squeezed shut in uproarious laughter. 

“Here? Right here, yes?” Shoto released a flurry of pokes on your lower stomach as if he wanted confirmation.

You nodded and hiccupped, doing all you could to contain the blush that bloomed on your face at the sound of his cooing hum. Mercifully, he gave you a break, and you panted for breath against him. “Shihihitt…” you giggled, squirming in his grasp to get the ghost tickles off your tummy. 

“Here,” Shoto said, and you turned to see he was holding up his mug for you. Gratefully, you took a big sip of the refreshing tea, smiling a little at the warmth of it. It was strangely sweet; you had expected Shoto to only like the bitter teas, but surprisingly, the flavor was somewhat sugary. As if reading your mind, Shoto said, “It’s chamomile. It helps me relax.” He took the mug from your mouth and set it back on the table. 

Shoto cleared his throat. “Now,” he began, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Is my release dependent on how I answer that?”

“Yes.”

“Then… Never!” You madly giggled as you attempted to escape his grasp before quickly regretting it. He had you suitably pinned, and to further reinforce his lesson, you realized with terror that he was rolling up your shirt to your ribs. “Wait, Shoto-!”

Your tormentor didn’t give you time to finish. Without fanfare, his hands descended onto your exposed tummy. Instead of clawing around, as he had done before, he was using quick scribbles, which, coupled with his cold fingers on your bare skin, was maddening. 

“SHohOhoHOTO!” You had no idea you were so ticklish! By the looks of things, it seemed like he had been in tickle fights before, and from how badly he was wrecking you, he was used to winning them. 

He hummed in thought as your thrashing weakened. “Your belly button is incredibly ticklish,” he observed. It was, to your dismay, very accurate. It didn’t help that his cold finger was heightening the feeling!

“PLehEHehEHHEase! MeheHEheheercyy!” you squealed out, kicking and bucking like a horse.

“Goodness, you’re dramatic. It’s only tickling, Y/N. If anything, this should build your endurance. What if the League captured you? I doubt you’d last a minute before you spill everything you know if they knew this weakness of yours.”

Why did he have to be so monotone with his teasing? He sounded so casual as if he were still explaining the history of that old book - only he was speaking over your hysterical cackling. He was a fast learner, too: he was pretty adept at locating the spots that got an especially wild reaction out of you and cruel in punishing them.

Shoto’s fingers increased in pace while always keeping one wiggling about in your navel. “I know,” he said, “I get it; you’re very, very ticklish. Now calm down.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He was having fun! “I wonder… you’ve inspired me to write my own poetry! Let’s see…” He paused to think, unfortunately not slowing down the tickles, making you yelp and shriek. “Ticklish cutie / Squealing on the couch with glee / With a cute tummy,” he slowly said as if writing it down. With a gasp, you felt him do just that, writing down the poem on your belly with the tip of his fingernail. 

You turned beet-red as you threw your head back, your laughter turning silent. You had long since begun crying with delight, and tears rolled down your cheeks in rivers, but he didn’t stop until you started coughing. With a chuckle, he released you, and you panted for breath. You didn’t move from his lap, and Shoto didn’t seem to mind. He gently placed a hand on your forehead, tilting it toward him. 

“Are you alright?” he asked gently. You nodded with a smile, which he returned. His smile was inviting, like a sunbeam on a winter’s day. He slowly helped you sit back up and handed you his mug again. You eagerly gulped it down. The tea was warm and sweet, and when you finished it and set it back on the table, you realized that Shoto wasn’t too different. 

“Thank you, Shoto,” you said softly.

“For the tea?”

“Yes,” you replied, “and… for the tickles. It… helped me unwind.” You looked away and rubbed your neck shyly. 

“You’re welcome, Y/N. It was fun for me, too. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that.” He smiled again, a small treat like candy. “It’s nice to see you so carefree. You’re usually a ball of nerves,” Shoto admitted bluntly, making you sigh and nod in agreement. 

You basked in the silence for a bit before both of you suddenly looked up. That was the unmistakable sound of… And right on cue, the word ‘mumble’ began to figuratively float across your field of view. At its origin, you and Shoto saw Izuku madly scribbling in his notebook and mumbling about something. You swore you caught the words “ticklish,” “stomach,” and “squeals.” 

Behind Izuku, standing in the hallway, were Ochaco, Denki, Tsuyu, Mina, Eijiro, and Kyoka. The first two desperately attempted to quiet Izuku, to no avail. You sat bolt upright, glaring at the unwelcome audience. 

Eijiro broke the silence with a playful swat to the back of Izuku’s head. “You got us caught with your nerd shit, Deku,” he joked, making the green-haired hero look away backfully. 

“That was adorable!” Mina grinned, pointing at you. “You made a bunch of noise, so we wanted to check it out!” 

“You’d better erase what you wrote, Deku.” You spoke calmly but in a way that gave no misapprehensions about your seriousness. 

Ochaco looked over Izuku’s shoulder. “Doesn’t look like he’s gonna do that.”

“Midoriya,” Shoto spoke up. “Be sure to write that they couldn’t use their quirk while being tickled.”

You gasped at the betrayal. “Don’t you fucking dare write that, Deku!”

With a glance, Denki, Kyoka, and Tsuyu replied simultaneously, “Oh, he’s already writing it.”

With a growl, you shot from the couch. “You’re fucking dead, Deku!” Your classmates yelped with shock and ran down the hall from you, stifling their giggles. 

Eijiro, egging you on, tossed back over his shoulder a snide, “Now you’re sounding like Katsuki!”

“Oh, I’ll make Katsuki look like a fucking bag of pop rocks when I’m done with you idiots!” Your threat carried no heat since it was filled with giggles. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ludicrousness of the situation, smiling fondly at how much you loved your friends.

And behind you, on the couch, Shoto grinned with pride as he picked up his book to continue reading. He was glad he had been allowed to be so affectionate with someone for a chance. Absent-mindedly, he picked up his mug of tea for a sip but sighed disappointingly at the lack of tea inside. Maybe he needed bigger mugs. 

[gamergirl-niffler]

Very very urgent emergency request! Just stumbled upon your blog after that fluffy Howl fic of yours; couldn't resist sticking around for more of your fantastic headcanons.

I recently experienced something truly awful a few days ago.. While enjoying a party with my friends, the atmosphere suddenly shifted, and I began feeling unwell. Since then, there's been a blank space in my memory. The following day, upon waking up in our shared apartment, I discovered that I must have experienced a sex*** abuse. I'm currently terrified, in pain, and enduring ongoing bleeding from my private area. Trust has become a challenge, and I'm overwhelmed, wishing I could just disappear. Unsure of what steps to take, I find myself reaching out for comfort of any, any kind.. May I humbly request comfort from Dabi, Bakugo, Enji, Todoroki, and Kaminari, along with their girlfriends, who have navigated similar challenges?

If this plea is too much, please feel free to disregard it. I deeply appreciate your writings, as they bring immense comfort to many.

Oh, my dear Anon...

I am so sorry to hear that something like this happened to you. I can only imagine what you feel right now.

Please, if you feel like you need to talk to someone, feel free to drop into my messages and let's chat a little!

I hope those headcanon will bring you at least a little bit of comfort.

Mha men & sexually abused s/o

Dabi

- Dabi is burning with anger. Of course he isn't mad at you, he is mad at the person who even dared to violate you this way.

- He should stay with you but he leaves. Of course he couldn't stay. Touya doesn't leave you because of the disgust or hate. No. He is going for a hunt! It doesn't matter if it's one or a few people... All police could find were few bodies burned beyond recognition.

- Touya returns to your shared apartment, sheds his coat and is all yours from now on. He doesn't speak a word about what happened unless you feel the need to talk about it. He won't press but will listen when you need to throw it all out. 

- He knows some doctors that aren't sketchy but at the same time they won't call the police or anything like this. 

- Even if you are scared, Touya pushes you to get checked. He of course stays with you to provide comfort and show you that you are safe with him. Touya knows you are suffering mentally but he doesn't want the physical suffering to continue if there is a way to stop/heal it.

- Back at home Touya stays near you. He wishes he could be glued to you but he understands you need some space.

- When you tell him you need any kind of closeness - he is there immediately, wrapping you in his embrace, holding you as close as possible.

- It takes you a bit of a time to open up to him. You tell him everything; and he listens to it without a word. 

When you start to cry he just squeezes you harder until you calm down. Once this happens, Touya starts to tell you, "I'm sorry, doll. I am sorry I wasn't there to protect you but from now on... I will always be near. No one will ever hurt you again. I love you and I'll make sure to help you however I can."

- And he really does it. Since that unfortunate day, Touya does everything to make you feel safe and to help you heal; both mentally and physically. 

He doesn't push your boundaries but helps you carefully move them as you heal and again open yourself up to him.

Touya never healed himself from his past so seeing you getting better even after such a scary situation makes this villain smile.

Bakugo 

- He is pissed but he won't show it openly. You went through enough stress already and his anger wouldn't help someone in your position so he stops himself from yelling.

- Bakugo doesn't immediately push you to talk. He is more concerned about your health so his first step is to convince you to visit a proper specialist. He doesn't want you to be in pain or to suffer.

When you finally agree to visit the doctor, you are going there with your blond guard dog because Katsuki isn't leaving your side. He will even fight the doctor if it means staying by your side through the visit.

- Back at home, Bakugo is completely different than normal. He is calm and quiet around you. 

- If he decides to give you a kiss, hug or simply get close to you he'll ask for your permission beforehand. Just to be sure you are comfortable with him and his touch.

- If you are on any medications he makes sure you take them, it's for your own good afterall. 

- Katsuki makes sure to provide comfort in every way possible. He cooks or orders your favorite comfort food so the two of you can enjoy some tasty food together. 

- When you feel comfortable enough to open up about what happened, Katsuki just pulls you into a tight hug. "It's okay now. You're safe and I'll make sure to get the bastard that hurt you. I'll make him pay."

- And he really does. Whenever you are asleep or busy with something, Bakugo is on his phone or computer, working his ass off to find the person that did it. He is going to make sure whoever did this will pay the appropriate price for hurting you.

- Whenever you need it, he is ready to hold you close while gently caressing your hair and back. He will talk even about the most silly thing just to see you smile just a little bit. Staying quiet is also something he is ready to do, spending time in silence isn't a problem for him.

Enji

- Enji isn't home very often so it's easy for you to hide it all and just choke yourself with this traumatizing experience.

- When he is actually back, he quickly notices the changes in your behavior. You were like a candle light; warm and happy and now? You resembled an extinguished candle... Cold and sad looking.

- It annoys him because he is really trying for you but suddenly you are all distanced for no reason! Not only in everyday life but also in bed.

- Enji finally confronts you, demanding answers from you! He is your lover, so how dare you ignore him?! Of course he is not gentle about it.

- As you reach your breaking point and admit to what happened at the party you went to, he is shocked that something like this happened to you. 

- He is not a master of comfort so at the beginning he isn't sure what to do but in the end Enji pulls you into a tight hug. "Forgive me for being so harsh on you. I'll do better."

- This is a promise he actually keeps up with! Enji is trying his best to understand your needs and boundaries now.

- He pays more attention to you, building up the trust again to show you that you can still trust him and nothing has changed between the two of you.

- Enji loves to hold you close and just comfort you when you feel bad. He enjoys cuddling your smaller frame, making sure that you feel protected.

- If you think he will leave it just like that and do nothing about it you are really wrong. He is a Number One hero and whoever dares to hurt you, now has to deal with him. Enji uses all of his contacts and influence to find that bastard. 

- He makes sure you are feeling safe and loved again.

Shoto

- Poor guy is deeply confused when one day you go completely quiet. He is worried if you made it home after the party.

-  After receiving no information from you, Shoto goes to your place to check on you. Just to be sure you are okay.

- The state he found you in was heartbreaking. His beautiful girlfriend, his little ray of sunshine suddenly being in distress and bad mental shape.

- He approaches you carefully, asking questions to find out what happened.

- When you reveal what happened the night before, he is shocked. How could someone even do this to another person?

- Of course Shoto doesn't judge you. It was beyond your control and he understands but he slowly talks you into going to the right authorities.

- Shoto goes with you everywhere to make you feel good and safe. He won't allow anyone to get too close to you.

- Back at home he is mostly quiet, letting you decide if you feel like talking or doing anything together.

- When you tell him yes, Shoto is all over you. He wants you close to show you all the love he has for you. 

- His favorite thing to do is to simply hold your hand. It gives him this feeling of intimacy and shows him you still trust him.

- Shoto's second favorite thing is holding you right before falling asleep. You look so cute and despite what happened, he is happy you are with him. "My love. I am so lucky to have you and I promise you that I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

- Like every hero he won't let it slide. Shoto will make sure that whoever did this pays for your pain.

Kaminari

- When he finds out, he is terrified and blames himself for this. He had to go with you but a sudden shift in schedulge made him go to work while you went to the party.

- He really doesn't know what to do BUT he quickly gathers himself. You need him and he is there to serve. 

- Just like others he accompanies you at the doctor and during the talk with authorities.

- Back at home Denki is really careful around you. Always asking if you need anything, making sure you are okay with stuff he does. He never leaves you alone unless you request him to do so.

- He buys your favorite snack and even tries to bake something you like. Even if he isn't the best at it, he'll try his best for you!

- You feel like watching some silly movie or show? He is there with you! 

- Or maybe you feel like just laying down and listening to some music? This dude made a playlist from all your favorite songs!

- Denki is ready to do everything to make you comfortable. Your smile is the most beautiful thing in the world and he is going to work hard for it to appear again upon your pretty lips.

- Even if he blames himself for your harm, he'll never tell you about this but instead he will do EVERYTHING he can to make you feel good again. "We'll make it work, yeah? I won't leave your side and we are going to work through it together." He always assures you with a big bright smile.

- Whoever dared to put hands on you can't sleep peacefully. Kaminari, with the help of his friends, will hunt this bastard down and bring him to justice.

[toyogamii]

EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS OPEN!!

$70/$800 raised

hey guys, its robbie. as some of y’all know, my computer broke and i have no money to buy a new one. I normally would never do this however, i am unable to work that much with school and my chronic illness which affects my joints. As a pre-med student, having a computer is very crucial so i will be opening up commissions to everyone!

Send me a DM if interested, here are the rules:

I will write smut, fluff, angst, self-ship, character x character, oc x character (if you have a request that you don’t see on this feel free to shoot me a dm and we can work something out!)

I will not write non-con, incest, stepcest, extreme gore, or extreme dark content (again, if you have an idea still dm me and we can talk about it!!)

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi this is my first time requesting, so bear with me. Can you do Human Fighters and Mabye Some of the Gods reacting to Present Mic!Reader or Aizawa!Reader (Mha) and their reactions to them and their power and Strength.(You can add whatever you want but I have had this idea for a long time but your inbox was closed.) Please and thank you if you can! ❤ 💙 💜

-You were known around Valhalla as a DJ, not really a fighter, but not many knew that you could fight, both with physical skills and with your special ability.

-The large speaker you wore around your neck wasn’t just for show, it was a special tool to not only help, but also amplify your quirk, but you tried not to use it in public, as property damage was expensive!

-When Brunnhilde approached you about Ragnarok, you thought she wanted a human MC, or a DJ to play music during the breaks between each matches, but when she told you she wanted you to fight, you jaw dropped in shock.

-It had been a hot minute since you had fought another, but you were still in great shape, so you took the plunge and agreed to the match.

-Your entrance was flashy, just like other humans and gods, appearing from your door with your DJ table, playing music which got the arena pumped, as so many knew you, even Heimdall got into it!

-When it was time to fight, you chose to keep your quirk for emergencies only, wanting to test your own abilities against your opponent first.

-Your flexibility and long reach did help with dodging blows, and your sass was quick to get your opponent ruffled and pissed, which left him open to your own blows.

-The gods were yelling at you to take things more seriously, but you were handling things as is, listening to the cheers of the humans.

-However, all good things must come to an end, after your opponent managed to stab you in the side, a serious wound that needed attention, you braced your back and you opened your mouth and a near supersonic piercing scream left your lips, rattling everyone in the stadium.

-When you finished screaming your opponent was unconscious, foaming at the mouth and bleeding from the ears, and you were announced the winner.

-You grinned brightly at the crowds before you headed backstage to get patched up, as you needed to get back on your feet, you had a show in two days!

[duckymcdoorknob]

hey could i make an emergency request pls? dw about not doing it if you don’t want to.

could you maybe do a x reader with izuku where he’s comforting reader after an *unwanted encounter with a creepy man in public? i don’t like being left alone in public anymore. just anything where he promises not to leave reader alone in public. thanks so much 💕

Hi anon! Thank you so much for trusting me with your issue.

I hope this can provide you any kind of comfort. If not, please feel free to request again!

My dms are always open if you need someone to talk to

CW BELOW THE CUT: conversation about creepy encounters. non-consensual (non-sexual) touching

𝐼𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑢 𝑀𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑦𝑎

Izuku was attentive.

Always taking notes on his classmates, he had to be. He knew everything about everyone, so he was bound to notice that something was off.

His first suspicion was when he was meeting with you in the common area.

You had gotten there before him. To not scare you, he gently placed his hand on the small of your back. “Hey! Thanks for waiting for me.” He chirped.

What he most definitely didn’t miss was the way you instantly tensed, and hitched your breath, as soon as the surprise contact came.

“H-Hey, Izu’! You chimed in reply.

He didn’t miss the way you stumbled over getting the sentence out either.

He finally knew that something was wrong when the two of you were walking back from class together.

The paparazzi and reporters were present to get insight on a battle your teachers had fought. They were completely lining the walkway.

You were calmly taking to him, smiling through your conversation. Your smile was replaced by terrified eyes when you felt someone roughly grab your shoulder.

“Mx. (L/N)! Can you give us any details on the brutal attack on U.A staff?”

You shook your head No and walked forward, but this reporter was determined. They grabbed your wrist, causing you to cry out, and tears to prick the corners of your eyes.

Hearing this, Izuku turned around quickly, and raced over to where you were. He stared the reporter down, gripping their own wrist harshly. “No further questions at this time, we’re late.“

His voice was guttural and tone venomous; you had never seen him so pissed off before.

The reporter released your wrist, and you immediately took a few steps back from them, only to be grabbed by another one. You squeaked and retreated to Izuku’s side.

The green-haired male glared at the crowd around him. “Is it alright if I hold onto you?” The whispered request was only heard by you, in which you nodded instantaneously.

Your friend placed his right hand on your right shoulder, draping a secure arm around you. “Stay close. We’ll go to my room.”

You nodded and kept your head down as you walked. The deluge of reporters continued to roar and attempt to grab the two of you for quotes, but the boy continued forward, ignoring all.

When the two of you reached the dormitories, he led you to sit on the bed in his room. After checking to see if the door was locked, he sat down next to you.

“Is it okay for me to take your hands?” Izuku asked in the gentlest of voices.

Biting back tears, you nodded.

The green-haired male carefully took both of your hands in his, brushing your knuckles with his thumbs. “What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

As soon as the words left his lips, the tears you were trying to hide came flowing out. Izuku held onto your hands, fighting the desire to wrap you up in his arms.

“It’s alright, I promise you’re safe with me.” He soothed, eyes sympathetic as they intook your current state.

“M’sorry, Izuku…” you whimpered through your sniffles, “I-I don’t mean to bother you.”

“Hey, hey, none of that. When one of my friends needs help, I’ll be there every time, without fail. You’re safe with me, go ahead and cry.”

You leaned to the side, laying across his lap, lamenting all of your fears and trauma that you had bottled up for a while.

Your friend gently ran one hand across your side, and the other through your hair. “It’s okay, let it out, all of it. Good job…”

It felt good to cry in the comfort of Izuku. He wasn’t judging you, he wasn’t annoyed, it was the opposite. He carefully held you until you were finally calmer.

“I think I’m ready to talk about it…” you mumbled, not sitting up from his lap.

“Go for it.” He replied softly, not ceasing his comforting touches.

“Over the weekend, when we went home to visit our families…” you began. “I went to get some eggs at night.”

Izuku’s mind jumped to every possible conclusion, but he didn’t want to jump to them, so he waited for you to continue.

“When I was on the way home, there was this gang outside of the train station. They started to call out to me, but I ignored them. They surrounded me, grabbed my wrist and asked if I had “learned manners”. And said that I shouldn’t ignore them. When I tried to tell them I had to get home, they wouldn’t let me go. They’d just-“

“I think I understand.” The green-haired boy interrupted. “Did they-?”

“No. Luckily Hawks was on patrol and made up some excuse about my homework for a work study. I really owe him one…”

Your friend sighed in relief. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. People are just horrible, and I wish that it didn’t happen. I promise it isn’t your fault. I’m just really glad you’re safe, and that nothing too terrible happened.”

You smiled for the first time that day, sitting up to face him.

“From now on, I’m going with you everywhere. I don’t care how annoyed you get. I’ll hold you hand every time we walk to classes or gyms. I’ll keep you close anytime we go on a school trip. I’ll sit next to you on public transport, and I will be the most annoyingly clingy person you’ve ever met.”

You giggled and dove forward to hug him.

Izuku placed his head on your shoulder and hugged you back tighter. “I’ve got you. From now on, if anyone wants to get you, they’ll have to go through me.”

“My knight in shining hero costume.” You joked, eliciting a chuckle from both of you.

When the hug broke apart, he took your hand gently. “How are you feeling? Can I do anything for you?”

You laid down on the bed, staring at the glow-in-the-dark star stickers on his ceiling. “You can let me take a nap. Aizawa’s class totally took it out of me.”

Izuku laughed and laid down next to you. “That sounds like a great idea.”

You definitely weren’t planning to spend the afternoon sleeping under the stars, next to your friend, and yet… you couldn’t help but feel completely safe.

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[doumadono]

HHHIIIIIIIiiiiiii... 🐺💎

So, I am coming to you with a small Emergency Request.

You know what's coming for me this Wednesday. I am just scared, stressed and all over the place. To simply put it I am a bundle of nerves that can snap ANY moment now.

I'd like to ask for a short fic with Prohero Shinso!

I just want to cuddle and nap with him to relax and maybe finally calm down!!!! 🥹🥹🥹

A/N: sweetheart, I'm confident you'll do your best! I'm rooting for you, and I hope this little fic meets your expectations ᓚᘏᗢ

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Prohero Hitoshi Shinso, known for his extraordinary Quirk that allowed him to control others with just a whisper, was both feared and respected in equal measure.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the skyline, Shinso found himself returning to his modest apartment after a long day of crime-fighting. He unlocked the door with a tired sigh, shoulders slumping with the weight of the world. However, as he stepped inside, his fatigue melted away at the sight of you, curled up on the couch, a bundle of nerves and anxiety.

"Hey there," he murmured softly, closing the door behind him and crossing the room to kneel beside your curled form. "Rough day?"

You nodded, offering a weak smile. "You could say that."

"Sit down," Shinso urged gently, his voice a soothing melody in the cacophony of your mind. "I'll make us some tea."

As he disappeared into the kitchen, you let out a shaky breath, sinking into the cushions and allowing yourself to relax for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

Minutes later, Shinso returned with two steaming mugs of chamomile tea, setting them down on the coffee table before joining you on the couch. "Here," he said, handing you a mug. "This should help calm your nerves."

You took a sip, the warm liquid spreading a sense of tranquility through your body. "Thank you," you murmured, meeting Shinso's gaze with gratitude shining in your eyes.

He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "You don't have to thank me," he said softly. "I'm here for you, always." Without another word, Shinso enveloped you in his arms, pulling you close to his chest. His touch was like a soothing balm, easing the tension from your muscles as if by magic. "It's okay to have a worse day," he whispered, his voice a gentle reassurance in the darkness.

For a while, you simply melted into his embrace, finding solace in the warmth of his presence. But as the minutes stretched on, the weight of your worries still lingered, casting a shadow over your mind yet again.

Sensing your unease, Shinso pulled away slightly, his eyes searching yours with concern. "You know," he began, his voice laced with a hint of mischief, "I have a trick up my sleeve that might help you relax."

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Oh? And what might that be?"

An assistive glint danced in Shinso's eyes as he reached out, gently cupping your cheek in his hand. "Just close your eyes and trust me, would you, Y/N?" he murmured.

With a deep breath, you obeyed, surrendering yourself to his touch. And then, in an instant, you felt it — a gentle tug at the edges of your consciousness, like a soft whisper in the darkness. It was his Quirk, the power to control minds with but a word.

"Just relax," he whispered, his voice a soft murmur in the stillness of the room. "Let go of all your worries and fears. You're safe here with me."

His words washed over you like a gentle wave, soothing your frayed nerves and easing the tightness in your chest. With each whispered syllable, you felt yourself sinking deeper into a state of tranquility, the weight of the world slowly lifting from your shoulders. The worries that had once plagued your mind faded into the background, replaced by a sense of peace.

When you opened your eyes again, Shinso was smiling down at you, his expression tender and affectionate. "Better?"

You nodded, a grateful smile tugging at your lips. "Much better. Thank you, Hitoshi."

His smile widened at the sound of his name, a rare display of vulnerability on his usually stoic face. "Anytime. Oh, I nearly forgot," Hitoshi exclaimed, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I have someone I want you to meet, and I hope you won't be upset with me." He darted back towards the main door, returning moments later with a small box cradled in his arms. Placing the box gently by your side on the couch, Hitoshi's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he carefully opened it, revealing its precious contents. With a gentle hand, he reached inside, and to your surprise, he pulled out a small tortoiseshell cat, its bright eyes wide with curiosity as the animal blinked up at you. "This is Luna," Hitoshi announced with a smile, his voice soft and tender as he held the kitten up for you to see.

Luna wriggled in Hitoshi's grasp, her tiny paws reaching out towards you as if seeking reassurance. Hitoshi chuckled softly, gently placing her on the couch beside you where she promptly curled up in a small ball, purring contentedly.

"She's been through a lot," Hitoshi explained, his gaze softening as he watched Luna settle in beside you. "But I think she'll be happy here with us. I've been seeing her lurking near the building for a few days now," he began, his voice tinged with fondness. "Every time I'd come home from work, she'd be there, just hiding in the bushes." He paused, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "At first, she was a bit cautious around me, but as I stopped by to pet her each day, she started to warm up to me. Eventually, she started seeking me out, running to greet me whenever I walked by, rubbing her side against my legs as if trying to make friends. I decided that if Luna would let me catch her today, I would bring her home with me," he explained, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "And she did. She hopped right into the box without hesitation, almost as if she knew she belonged with me." Hitoshi's smile widened as he looked down at Luna, who was now curled up contentedly beside you on the couch. "I took her to the vet right away to make sure she was healthy," he continued. "She's a bit underweight, but with some TLC and good food, she'll be good in no time."

As you listened to Hitoshi's story, your heart swelled with admiration for his kindness and compassion towards the cat. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of Luna, her presence bringing a sense of warmth and joy to the room. "You did very well, Hitoshi," you whispered, reaching out to stroke Luna's soft fur. "She's perfect."

Hitoshi's voice was gentle as he spoke. "I truly believe that Luna's presence will be beneficial for both of us," he stated, his tone soft but resolute. "There's something inherently calming about a cat's presence. The softness of their fur, the gentle rhythm of their purr — it has a way of soothing the soul, easing the anxieties of daily life." He reached out to gently stroke Luna's fur, a small smile playing at his lips as she purred contentedly beneath his touch. "I've always found solace in the company of cats," he admitted. "And I hope that having Luna here with us will bring us both a sense of comfort and tranquility, especially on those days when the world feels a little too overwhelming."

You nodded in agreement. Indeed, there was nothing quite like the gentle presence of a furry companion to chase away the worries of the day and bring a sense of peace to the heart. Not to mention, your dear boyfriend knew how to use his quirk in the wisest way possible to soothe your inner demons.

[corn-producer69420]

OMG... so I saw that you are doing mha now and i am currentlyre watching it (season 4 woohoo) and I was thinking as a request what if (shigaraki x reader)

One day y/n gets kidnapped and blah blah when he finds her he returns back to the league before ignoring them locking y/n and him in their room before breaking down saying how he was so sorry and he will never let that happen again as he inspects her wounds or somethn

Nothing too big but just an idea :) keep at ittttt

😳... why me this is so good😭

Okokok good thing I was already writing up 1

Shigaraki x Reader

In the depths of the League of Villains' hideout, amidst the shadows and whispers of dark intentions, Shigaraki, the blue-haired enigma, found solace in the company of another villain, known only as (Y/N). Their connection was unconventional, born not from shared ideals or ambitions, but from a mutual understanding of the chaos that bound them together.

Their love story unfolded in the clandestine exchanges of letters, passed between secret meetings and covert operations. For a year, they danced around their feelings, their emotions hidden behind veils of villainy and deception. Yet, with each letter exchanged, their bond grew stronger, until it became undeniable.

The other members of the League of Villains observed their relationship with a mix of annoyance and amusement. They couldn't understand why Shigaraki and (Y/N) didn't simply declare their love openly and be done with it. But Shigaraki, with his stoic demeanor, and (Y/N), with her unwavering resolve, kept their affections veiled, their hearts guarded against the world.

Then, one fateful day, (Y/N) disappeared. Kidnapped by a rival faction seeking to strike a blow against the League of Villains, she found herself in the clutches of darkness, her only solace the memories of Shigaraki's touch and the promise of their love.

Shigaraki's world shattered when he received news of (Y/N)'s abduction. His facade of indifference crumbled, replaced by a consuming rage that burned hotter than the flames of his disintegration quirk. He tore through anyone who dared stand in his way, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake as he pursued the only thing that mattered to him.

Finally, he found her, battered and bruised but alive. In that moment, surrounded by the wreckage of his fury, Shigaraki held (Y/N) close, his hands trembling with a mixture of relief and guilt. He returned to the League of Villains with her in tow, ignoring the curious glances and whispered gossip of his comrades.

Locking themselves away in their shared room, Shigaraki inspected (Y/N)'s wounds with a tenderness that belied his villainous nature. Tears welled in his eyes as he apologized, his voice raw with emotion. He swore to never let anything harm her again, his heart laid bare in the aftermath of their harrowing ordeal.

As the days passed, Shigaraki and (Y/N) emerged from the shadows of their past, their love stronger than ever before. Though their journey was fraught with danger and uncertainty, they knew that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm that threatened to tear them apart.

And so, amidst the chaos of their villainous world, Shigaraki and (Y/N) found a love that transcended boundaries, a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounded them.

[sundeathh]

From Shadows to Strength

One-shot  |  Request  |  Masterlist

Pairing: Aizawa × GN!Reader  |  Words: 3,2K

Fandom: BNHA | MHA | CW: Violence, fight description, trauma description, hurt/comfort scenario.

A/N: Extension of my latest request, as promised. Sorry if my imagination went way too far. 😅

00:37 A.M.

The full moon hung high in the star-studded sky, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the city. You moved silently through the dimly lit streets, blending seamlessly into the shadows. Your senses were finely tuned to the nocturnal symphony that unfolded around you, a watchful guardian in the night.

The cool breeze caressed your skin, carrying a faint scent of rain that promised respite from the sweltering summer heat. It tousled your hair gently as if nature whispered secrets in your ear. The distant hum of traffic provided a constant backdrop, reminding you of the pulse that beat within the city's veins.

As you patrolled the quiet residential neighborhoods, your sharp eyes scanned the surroundings with practiced precision. Flickering streetlights cast intermittent pools of light, a valiant effort against the encroaching darkness. The gentle rustle of leaves accompanied the symphony of the night, while the distant chirping of crickets serenaded the world – a reminder of the hidden harmony within the urban chaos.

Tall buildings stood as sentinels, their windows reflecting the city's vibrant energy. Time seemed to elongate, every passing minute pregnant with anticipation. The tranquility of the night was a double-edged sword, offering solace and serving as a canvas for untold dangers. Shadows danced and whispered here and there, their secrets just out of reach.

Yet, beneath the serenity, an unsettling feeling tingled at your senses. The night held its breath, a prelude to imminent upheaval. Instincts flared, a primordial warning coursing through your veins. A shiver ran down your spine, an eerie touch from the invisible menace that crept ever closer.

Little did you know that your small, peaceful inner world was on the precipice of chaos and that the peaceful canvas of the night would soon be splintered by violence. Fate had chosen you for a test of strength and resilience tonight.

Your senses were heightened, absorbing the subtle movements and whispers of the night. With your shadow manipulation quirk at the ready, you moved swiftly and silently through the darkness – you harnessed the power of the shadows, seamlessly melding with the darkness, your control over them allowing you to move alongside with agility and grace.

The moonlight cast a pale glow upon the city, illuminating your surroundings and creating intricate patterns of light and shadow. The sounds of the distant traffic, the rustle of leaves in the wind, and the occasional hoot of an owl surrounded you. You felt empowered, your control over the shadows granting you a sense of confidence and prowess.

But suddenly, a group of figures emerged from a portal that opened spontaneously in the street you were in, clad in the distinctive attire of the League of Villains. The moonlight, initially your peaceful ally, now revealed the enemies lurking in the darkness. You assessed the situation quickly, adjusting your strategy to make good use of the shadows cast by the surrounding buildings since this night was inconveniently brighter than it should have been.

With swift movements, you maneuvered through the now battlefield, skillfully using the shadows at your disposal for your advantage. The villains attempted to counter your shadow manipulation by wielding handheld lights, casting beams that threatened to dispel the darkness around you.

Despite their efforts, you adapted and fought with resilience. Your combat skills shone through as you seamlessly transitioned to close-quarters combat, relying on your training and backup stick for situations like this; Though stripped of your quirk, you remained determined and resourceful.

Engaged in a fierce battle, you exchanged blows and parries with the villains, your body moving with agility and precision. You relied on your instincts and honed combat skills, dodging attacks and countering with swift strikes from your stick. The villains, caught off guard by your tenacity, found themselves challenged by your relentless resilience.

While the absence of your shadow manipulation quirk posed a significant obstacle, you refused to yield. The moonlight, although weakening your abilities, failed to extinguish the determination burning within you. Every strike, every block, and every movement carried the weight of your unwavering resolve.

And as the battle raged on, you fought valiantly, using your physical prowess and combat expertise to hold your ground. Though at a disadvantage, you refused to let the darkness fail you. Victory or defeat, you were determined to emerge from this trial, proving your strength as a hero, even in the absence of your quirk.

As the intense battle unfolded, you maintained focus and fought with all your might. However, amidst the chaos, one of the villains cunningly devised a plan to exploit your weakness. They observed your tactics, noting your reliance on shadows to fuel your powers.

So, with a calculated move, the villain unleashed a blinding burst of light, a concentrated beam that cut through the darkness like a searing blade. Caught off guard, you shielded your eyes, momentarily blinded by the sudden assault of brightness. The overwhelming luminosity disrupted your connection to the shadows, leaving you momentarily vulnerable and disoriented.

In that split second of vulnerability, the League of Villains seized the opportunity. Swiftly closing in on you, they launched a coordinated attack, striking with precision and ferocity. Surrounded, outnumbered, and with your vision impaired, it was a relentless onslaught that you struggled to fend off.

Despite your valiant efforts, you found it increasingly difficult to defend yourself without the aid of your quirk. And with the chaos that suddenly hugged around you, your backup stick was nowhere to be seen. The villains exploited this weakness, targeting your exposed moments and leaving you battered and bruised. Your body endured blow after blow. The pain served as harsh reminders of the dire situation you were caught in.

Overwhelmed and with your strength waning, you fought desperately to stay on your feet. But the combined force of the League of Villains proved too much to handle. With a final blow, you were subdued, collapsing to the ground, your body battered and bruised.

As darkness threatened to consume your consciousness, you realized you had been ambushed, and captured by the enemy. The realization of being at their mercy sent a chilling wave of fear coursing through your veins. The weight of your powerlessness bore down upon you, but deep within, the flicker of determination refused to be extinguished.

04:24 A.M.

The night had transitioned into the first early hours of the morning. Aizawa, still unaware of the danger that had befallen you, had been patrolling the city just as you were before, ensuring its safety and maintaining his vigilant watch.

As the first rays of dawn began to paint the sky with hues of pink and orange, Aizawa received an urgent distress call from his communication device. The voice on the other end relayed the shocking news of your abduction, revealing that you were taken hostage by the League of Villains.

A wave of panic surged through Aizawa, his heart pounding with both fear and anger. Time seemed to slow as the reality of the situation sank in. The weight of the situation settled heavily upon his shoulders, and he knew he had to act swiftly to save you. 

Without wasting any moment, he sprinted towards where he was told you were being held captive, his mind racing with a thousand possibilities and plans.

As he ran through the city streets, Aizawa's mind raced, formulating a plan to rescue you from the clutches of the League of Villains. He knew the situation called for immediate action, but Aizawa couldn't do it alone. With his communication device in hand, he reached out to fellow heroes, urgently requesting their assistance.

His voice, laced with determination, echoed through the device as he relayed the dire situation. He called for heroes he trusted: those who would respond swiftly and stand by his side in the face of danger. Each name he mentioned was a plea for aid… a plea to bring you back safe and sound.

The crackle of static filled the air as he waited for responses, his heart pounding with anticipation. And one by one, he received confirmation from his comrades, their voices filled with unwavering support and resolve.

Aizawa's relief mingled with renewed determination. He knew he wasn't alone in this rescue mission; a team of skilled heroes would soon join him, united by their shared goal to save you. With combined strength and abilities, they would be a force to be reckoned with.

With every step, he pushed himself harder, determined to reach you and face the villains who dared to harm you. The bond between you and Aizawa only fueled his determination, solidifying his commitment to bring you back unharmed. He knew that time was of the essence, and he would stop at nothing to ensure your rescue.

As he neared the location, Aizawa could hear the distant sirens of his fellow heroes arriving, their presence a beacon of hope in the midst of chaos. They were a united front, ready to face whatever awaited them and free you from the clutches of the League of Villains.

His mind was laser-focused, analyzing the situation and formulating a plan as he neared the enemy's stronghold. As he approached, his senses heightened more and more, his quirk ready to be unleashed when the time called for it. The tension in the air was palpable, but Aizawa remained undeterred; his determination unwavering. He knew the path ahead would be fraught with danger – but he was prepared to face any obstacle between him and your freedom.

As Aizawa and the team of heroes stormed the stronghold of the League of Villains, chaos quickly erupted. The clash between heroes and villains echoed through the corridors, the sound of quirk powers colliding and the thud of fists meeting flesh filling the air.

Aizawa's eyes scanned the area, searching for any sign of your whereabouts. His heart raced, his determination unwavering as he fought off the villains with precise strikes from his capture weapon. The other heroes fought fearlessly by his side, their combined efforts creating a whirlwind of chaos.

Amidst the commotion, Aizawa caught a glimpse of you, battered and bruised; but still defiant, yet restrained. The sight only fueled his determination to reach you. With a fierce determination, he cut through the ranks of the villains, his quirk erasing their abilities and rendering them powerless.

The heroes fought their way toward you, each displaying their unique skills and powers to keep the villains at bay. As they closed in, Aizawa's focus remained solely on you. With a swift motion, he used his capture weapon to immobilize the remaining villains in your vicinity, ensuring your safety.

Breathing heavily, he approached you, his eyes filled with relief and concern. Gently, he reached out, carefully freeing your body with his knife, before cradling you in his arms. His touch was gentle yet firm, providing comfort and security. As he held you close, he whispered words of reassurance, his voice filled with warmth and care.

"We're taking you out of here," Aizawa murmured, his voice unwavering. "You're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you."

Supported by Aizawa and the other heroes, you were guided out of the stronghold, away from the clutches of the League of Villains. The chaos subsided as the heroes made their escape, their mission accomplished.

Outside, in the aftermath of the battle, Aizawa carried you to safety, his arms a steady anchor. The world around you blurred as tears welled in your eyes, a mix of relief, fear, and exhaustion overwhelming your senses. Aizawa held you tighter, his presence being a source of solace and strength.

You clung to him, pouring out your fears and anguish through sobs and tears, allowing yourself to be vulnerable in his embrace. Aizawa’s grip never faltered, offering silent support and understanding. He assured you that you were safe now, that the nightmare was over, and that he would protect you with everything he had.

Soon, you were escorted to a waiting ambulance, where medical professionals would attend to your injuries right away; Aizawa never left your side, his presence a steadfast pillar of support as you would begin the process of healing, both physically and emotionally.

As the ambulance raced through the city streets, the steady hum of the vehicle's engine provided a backdrop to your fading consciousness. Moments of awareness flickered in and out,  your surroundings blurring and voices fading in, and out.

During those brief moments of clarity, Aizawa's comforting presence remained a constant. His voice, a soothing anchor in the sea of confusion, reassured you that you were on your way to safety. The medical professionals attending to your injuries offered words of encouragement and updates on your condition, their expertise instilling a sense of trust and reassurance in Aizawa’s worried state.

In those fleeting instances of wakefulness, you could catch glimpses of your surroundings – flashing lights, the hushed urgency of medical personnel, and the concerned face of your lover. The snippets of conversation you overheard hinted at the aftermath of the battle, the triumph of the heroes, and the defeat of the League of Villains.

However, your energy levels waned, and you slipped into unconsciousness again. Your mind carried you to a realm of dreams, where memories intertwined with hopes and fears. In this ethereal state, flashes of the rescue played out like fragmented scenes – a fierce battle, Aizawa's unwavering resolve, and the united front of the heroes fighting for your freedom. How much trouble did you get into, huh?

As the ambulance arrived at the hospital, the medical professionals swiftly transferred your body onto a stretcher, wheeling you through the bustling corridors. Aizawa trailed closely behind, his footsteps echoing through the corridors and cutting through the urgent whispers of the medical staff.

The scent of antiseptic filled your senses, and the sound of muffled voices and distant footsteps blended in a distant symphony throughout your dreaming state.

Aizawa never left your side as the medical team attended to your injuries. Their skilled hands worked diligently, treating your wounds with care and precision.

A mixture of relief and anxiety washed over Aizawa as he watched their every move, gaze focused solely on your well-being. Then, as you were settled into a hospital bed, the softness of the sheets embraced your weary body. Aizawa took a seat beside you. His eyes remained fixed on your face, searching for any sign of distress or discomfort.

In the hospital room, the atmosphere was filled with a mix of hope and weariness. The events of the past hours had taken a toll on both your body and spirit. And, as you settled into the bed, the exhaustion finally caught up with you. Your eyelids grew heavy, and your body surrendered to the healing embrace of sleep, knowing that you were finally safe and cared for.

As the soft rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently illuminating the hospital room, you stirred from your deep slumber. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the surroundings, and there, sitting by your bedside, was no one more than your partner, his gaze fixed on you with unwavering concern.

A wave of relief washed over you as you realized you were safe, the memories of the harrowing events still fresh in your mind. A mix of emotions surged through your heart right after: fear, vulnerability, and a lingering sense of weakness. The trauma you had endured had left its mark, both physically and emotionally, and the weight of it all threatened to overwhelm you.

Aizawa, ever perceptive, sensed your unease. With a gentle yet steady voice, he spoke, his words a lifeline in the midst of your turmoil.

"Hey," he began, his eyes filled with empathy. "I know it's been rough, and it's okay to feel weak, especially now. What you went through was unimaginable, and it takes incredible strength to endure what you did."

His words seeped into your core, offering solace and understanding. You opened your mouth to respond, but instead of words, you let out a low sound that resembled a sob. Tears threatened to fill your eyes again.

Anyway, Aizawa's presence was a calming force, his unwavering support a reminder that you didn't have to face the aftermath alone.

"You're not weak," he continued as if reading your mind, his voice filled with conviction. "You're a survivor. It takes courage to keep fighting… to keep pushing forward even when everything seems impossible. And you have shown that courage, even in your darkest moments."

He reached out, his hand gently grasping yours, offering a grounding, comforting touch. "I'm here for you," he said softly, “take all the time you need, sweetheart. And remember that strength comes in many forms. It's okay to be vulnerable sometimes. You know that.” He finished, determined to help you recover and rebuild, to ensure that the trauma you endured would not define who you are in the future.

His words resonated deep within you, a balm to the wounds inflicted by the trauma. At that moment, you found the strength to voice out your fears, to share the weight you had been carrying after that night.

"I... I feel so weak," you admitted, your voice quivering with vulnerability. "I'm afraid... afraid that… I won't be able to bounce back from this. That the trauma will always linger, haunting me. That I won’t be enough, nor able to protect anybody. What type of hero am I if I can’t protect myself in the first place?"

Aizawa's gaze softened, his eyes filled with compassion. He tightened his grip on your hand, offering a comforting reassurance.

"You're not alone in feeling that way," he responded, his voice gentle; yet resolute. "Many heroes have faced similar doubts and fears. But let me tell you something: a hero’s strength doesn't solely lie in their ability to protect others. It also lies in their resilience. In their ability to rise above their struggles and find a way to heal."

He paused for a second, allowing his words to sink in before continuing, his voice soft to your ears. "You've shown incredible courage and determination, even in the face of unimaginable adversity," he emphasized. "And remember, being a hero means acknowledging your own vulnerability, learning from it, and growing stronger. You're already on the path to becoming an even stronger hero."

His words resonated deep within you, a flicker of hope igniting your heart. The weight of your doubts and insecurities began to lift, replaced by a newfound resolve. Hesitantly, you nodded your head, showing that you understood what he meant.

"I'll be here every step of the way," he affirmed, his voice filled with sincerity. "Supporting you… guiding you… and helping you rediscover your own strength. You don't have to face this journey alone."

With his unwavering support and belief in you, the darkness surrounding your fears began to recede. A glimmer of confidence emerged, and you knew that with Aizawa by your side, you could confront the trauma and find the strength to move forward.

The road to recovery may be challenging, but you felt a glimmer of hope, a renewed strength, and a belief that healing was truly possible; as long as you had him to seil the darkness with you.

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[loveriotss]

AQUARIUM DATES WITH HIM ⸻ izuku midoriya + katsuki bakugo + shoto todoroki

INCLUDES — gn! reader, fluff, crack, headcannons, drabbles, smau WARNINGS — swearing + the picture for the posts don’t depict your gender/race/outfit or anything like that, just the pose!

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

⌗ izuku midoriya 🐢

he is a big aquarium geek!! he WILL get tons of merch from the gift shop…

taking izuku midoriya to the aquarium was like taking a little kid to one. you sigh to yourself as you watch him zip from tank to tank, his face pressing up against the glass panes as he gasps in awe. “y/n look, it’s a jellyfish! apparently this one can..” and there he goes, rambling off about some facts he read about it. you honestly find it cute that he’s fascinated by everything. “izu let’s go check out the turtles!” you say, grabbing his hand as you drag him towards the exhibit. “look at that one!!” he exclaims happily as he points to one particularly large turtle that seemed to be lazily floating near the glass. the day continued on, each exhibit was wonderful but it wasn't until you two passed the gift shop that his enthusiasm reached a fever peak. "wow, look at that!" he exclaimed excitedly. "do you want to go in?" you asked as you giggled at his happiness to which he nods hurriedly. and finally, one whole hour later you two emerge from the shop, his arms piled high with bags. plush dolphins, keychains shaped like jellyfish, and a tiny replica of the aquarium’s most famous fish swayed with each step he took. "i think you didn't get enough stuff" you teased as the tip of his ears went red. ♡

⌗ katsuki bakugo 🦈

he thinks all the fish are ugly and weak (except the sharks).

going to the aquarium with katsuki bakugo was a whole ordeal. first you had to beg him to come and now you have to convince him that this is not a waste of time! "come on kats, at least pretend you like it here!" you say as you pull him along by his arm, resulting in him just grumbling more. "look at this stingray! isn't it so cute?” “that shit looks like it got run over by a fatass truck-” “KATSUKI!” you yell as you slapped your palm over his mouth before he could spill out more profanities. you give a weak apologetic smile to the mother nearby who had her hands clasped over her little daughter’s ears. “there are little kids here kats, watch your mouth.” you warn. “whatever. can we go see the sharks already” he mumbles back as he scans the area for the shark sign. your face breaks out into a soft smile as you giggle. “if you wanted to see the sharks that badly you could’ve just said so!” you exclaim before leading him towards the shark tank. at least he thought that this fish wasn’t a piece of shit. ♡

⌗ shoto todoroki 🦀

he likes the touch tanks.

aquarium dates with shoto todoroki were always quiet and peaceful until he decides to drop a bombshell on you or tell you one of his outrageous theories. you and shoto strolled through the aquarium, fingers interlocked as you two were now standing in front of a tank that held a particular fish with red and white scales. “look sho! this one is red and white, just like your hair!” you say pointing towards it. “do you think this fish also has traumatic family issues-“ “okay shoto that’s enough, let’s go somewhere else” you say hurriedly before taking him to another section of the aquarium. “no way, they have touch tanks!” you exclaim with excitement as you pull him towards the tanks, peering over the glass to look at the small critters. you look over to your side and see shoto, who’s so close to the water that it’s practically touching his face. “you can touch them you know” you say to him as you slowly put both his and your hand in the water, gently caressing the shell of a little red crab. the touch tank had shoto HOOKED and it took you a while to finally get him away from it. ♡ 

NOTE — just a silly idea that was in my head :3 lmk if y'all want other characters too! (preferably request 3 at a time). i had sm fun making this aaa

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[astridthevalkyrie]

chand ko chakor dekhe, tujkho naseebo wala (the bird looks at the moon, a lucky one looks at you) | hawks x reader | chapter 1

“You’ve died twice? From clocks?” “I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!” Or, you’ll do a lot of things with infinite time on your hands, but falling in love with Keigo Takami isn’t one of them.

a/n: lady gaga mentions all over :) i know mha is set in the future but i didn’t feel like inventing some fictional artist in the future so, you know. whateva. i am a lady gaga fan.

warnings: afab reader with she/her pronouns. FOUL language, reader curses so much, and just general rudeness, lots of death because reader is morbid, chapter warnings will be added to each chapter

“You like the song Poker Face.”

“Um, duh?” Hawks gives you a lopsided grin. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“No.” Your eyes dim. “I don’t. But that doesn’t matter. You’re about to be really happy in two seconds.”

Sometimes you say two seconds as a kind of placeholder time, like if your mother was telling you to come downstairs to eat or if a civilian wanted an autograph in the midst of you taking a photo with another one. But in this case, it’s literal. 1, 2, and—

“Oh, hey!” The hero’s eyes brighten as the tune starts, bopping his head to the rhythm almost immediately. The sound comes from the mall you two are walking by. “Nice guess, Nightingale. Unless you requested it specifically for me.” He gives you the famous wink, punctuated with a single finger gun.

“How would I? You never told me that you liked it. Send a feather over there, that kid’s about to fall.”

Like a real hero, his head sharply turns the same time a feather shoots out, right as a child stumbling on a skateboard falls back. The back of his shirt nudging him back up, the kid waves shakily, stammering thank you, Hawks! thank you! even though the shitty birdbrain would have missed it if you didn’t call it first. 

“You could have stopped that too if you saw it first. Why let me take the credit? In a generous mood today, are we?” 

“No.” You cross your arms. “It’s just he thinks girl heroes are lame. Sexist little shit. I should have let him fall. It’s fucking hilarious when he does.”

This time Hawks cocks (ha, rhyme) his head, looking more avian than usual. “You know him?”

“Sure. I know him. Someone in a pirate costume is about to turn the street.”

And so he does. “Okay, Nightingale, you’re freaking me out.”

With a sigh, you begin a flurry of wind under you. “You go left, I’ll go right!”

“Wha—”

The ground breaks right as the beat drops. Out of the road a man with a large clock tattoo on his neck emerges, at the top of a loony machine. Several people scream (no he can’t read my POKER FACE she’sgottolovenobody), and like real pros, both you and Hawks are up in the air in an instant. Somehow he’s quicker than you, even still. Well, fuck it—you’re not a literal fucking bird, are you?

“You go left, I’ll go right!” Hawks shouts, and then a second later, “Huh?”

Ha. Little birdie’s confused, you wonder if his head will do a full 180. That would be cool and gross at the same time. More gross. You hope he doesn’t do that. 

“I am Clockworth, the clock villain!” both the man from the ground and you shout at the same time. When his eyes gape in your direction, you flip him the bird. The snot-nosed skateboard kid points up like a dope, like you’re some fucking. Spectacle sight that is going to keep him safe no matter what. 

“What’s going on?” Hawks, pointedly not at the right, as you catch the boulder that goes flying down in the wind. “Did you get a tip about this?”

“Would that make me know what you were going to say?”

“Dunno, maybe you’re just intuitive.” i wanna roll with him a hard pair we will BE

“I didn’t get a tip, shitbrain.”

“Rude,” he quips. “Then?”

“I’m reliving—”

Another boulder that neither he nor you see coming smashes into. your goddamn face. 

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“—the same day over and over again.”

One punch to the wind and the boulder breaks, crumbling into tiny rocks that litters down Hawks’ wings. He brushes the smoke out of his face. 

“Cool.” Then he’s zooming away, nine wings spreading out in different ways to evacuate the six fucks who think they’re so cool spectating instead of running. 

No no, Hawks is not going to be chill about this, that’s what you’re here to do. You just dropped a bomb on him, and he is going to be surprised if you have to beat the surprise into him yourself.

“You don’t believe me. The biggest trauma of my life and you don’t believe me.”

“How can I after fuck-with-Hawks day?”

“Fuck-with-Hawks day,” you whisper dreamily. You wish you were reliving fuck-with-Hawks day, you’d never want to wake up notthatthisisadream. “Sure, but I don’t fuck with Hawks on non-fuck-with-Hawks days. Aerial wheel!” The hell was up with calling out the names of your moves in the first place? To strike fear? Clockworth wasn’t-that-the-name-of-the-thing-in-Beauty-and-the-Beast Villain Man doesn’t look scared as he fires off the tiny clocks he keeps producing straight out of his head. 

“You absolutely fuck with Hawks on non-fuck-with-Hawks days.” Two swords in his hands now. Predictable, even without the time loop thing. “Okay, fine, I’ll bite. Answer a few questions for me.”

“Sure.” Not like you’re fighting a villain in the meantime.

“How many times have you relived today?”

“Ten. No, shit, eleven. Fuck! I was going to tell you yesterday (or yestoday) and that would have been perfect but now it’s the fucking eleventh day.”

“Why didn’t you tell me yesterday?”

“Got killed.”

Hawks barks out a laugh, slamming his full weight into the machine carrying Cogsworth Clockworth. “During this fight? That’s embarrassing for you. You’re talking about trauma, what do you think the other me had to go through seeing your dead body?”

“Way to make it about yourself. Oh, die,” you snap irritably when a tiny clock hits you on the cheek. It doesn’t even sting. Goddamn useless quirk. 

“Harsh.”

“Not you, dipshit.”

“Ah. Proceed. Anyways, next question. Do you know how to beat this guy?”

i'mnotlyingi'mjuststunninwithmylovegluegunning stupid as SHIT lyrics. “Yeah, keep hacking away at the fucking thing. You break through it eventually. Sometimes. I assume all the time. Two out of eleven times I haven’t actually seen you do it.”

Something about knowing the future does wonders to a man’s vigor and strength. With the backend of his sword-feather, Hawks finally stabs through it, right as you finally shoot a burst of wind strong enough to knock CLOCK BOZO down. 

“You’ve died twice? From clocks?”

“I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!”

Yanking on the man’s hair, you force him down, keeping both your legs away from any sweeping risks (the first time had been embarrassing enough. Never again.) 

Wingspan shorter but not too short, Hawks lands in front of you, holding the struggling villain down as you tie his hands together. “Okay, one more question.”

“Only one? My lucky day.”

“Why tell me, and why tell me now?”

Mockingly, you hold up two fingers. You don’t know how bird elementary school works, but the Oxford comma won’t disguise that he merged two questions into one.

“I believe you. C’mon, you can give me two answers.” Hawks tilts his head with his kicked-puppy pet-me feed-me-a-treat wouldn’t-look-bad-whimpering look. 

“Okay, fine. I’m telling you now because I’ll toss myself into the sun if I don’t tell someone, and I’m telling you because…” Sirens fill the air, signaling the police have arrived. Not that you were all that tense before, but your shoulders relax a little. They’ll take him away and you and Hawks can have a nice little talk so you can steal his ideas on how to get the hell out of this then pretend they’re your own the following day. 

“I’m telling you because you’re always there.” Not in the he’s a hero way, not in the your quirks compliment each other and that’s why you’re always paired together way, not in the he’s the closest thing you have to a best friend way, not even in the feeling safe when he gives you a reassured smile way. “There’s two constants. Doesn’t matter what I do. One is that you’ll be a part of my day, and the other is that I’ll die before the clock hits midnight.”

For the first time since you’ve broken the news to him, Hawks looks genuinely concerned. It gives you a sick pleasure. “You die every single time?”

“The villain’s still alive!”

“No, you idiot, he’s tied up!”

Bang, goes the bullet into your stomach.

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“Yeah,” you groan, slumping forward next to your cup of coffee, “every single time.”

Hawks whistles lowly, placing a single hand over you to pat your head. “She’s good,” he says to the waitress, in his stupid, charming, beautiful tone, “But she’ll take another coffee. Best start a tab.”

[mossysmolboy]

could i request some hcs for cg bakugo? Or cg deku? Either one, i love both! Thank you :D

Fair warning, I haven't watched mha in a long while, sooo yeah. Plus I wasn't the biggest Izuku fan in the first place, but I tried. 

• He gets all might themed things for you like blankets, bottles/sippy cups. 

• He definitely cuts up all the fruit he gives you. 

• Cuddles. 

• He's definitely gotten you at least one green pacifier, and he didn't cheap out either, he got a fancy deco one. 

• He's gotten you a stuffie of your favourite animal, and your favourite hero. 

• He's actually gotten you multiple stuffies, and a few stay in his dorm for you. 

• He's also gotten an emergency paci for you in his dorm too. 

• He's actually got a whole draw dedicated to your regression, it's got colouring books, crayons, pencils, markers, and whatever you want for colouring. 

• With everything he's gotten you, he's definitely gotten you an all might onesie, and plain ones, and at least one animal onesie. 

• You guys definitely watch cartoons with milk in a sippy cup or bottle with cut cup fruit. 

• Obviously if you can't drink milk or don't like milk it's something else that you do like/can drink. 

• The two of you also watch superhero cartoons, mostly kid-safe ones you like.