#modern day ua

[electricsalts]

A SMOL BEAN

Gyutaro and his son! Ain't he cute!

He may look like an angel but hes a lil bulldozer that is obsessed with bluey (so is gyutaro after watching 1 episode he was hooked)

Kinda basing him off my own son at that age 🥺

The other nursery parents are shocked when they see gyutaro pick him up for the first time, low-key taken back that this demon could have such a cute kid, especially since they have the same stare, but his son has a more loving approach in his stares then gyutaro.

But his son loves nursery, loves his friends and teachers so much 💗

Anyways! Hope y'all enjoy yours and gyutaros son ❤️

[alteredphoenix]

Yeah, I’m not going to lie: I legitimately kept expecting Touya and Endeavor to both die at the end. Hell, I was expecting the whole family sans Shouto to go with them. But as much as I would’ve liked BNHA to have the dark and the grit, this is not that kind of story, so I’m not surprised everyone made it out alive. (Okay, I’m still shocked that Touya is still hanging on by pure hatred when in any other story he would’ve fucking died, and that’s also if you ignore the sudden ice quirk development, but that’s beside the point.)

Like there’s a part of me (as both a writer that really likes her grit thrown in with the soft stuff no matter how minuscule it is and as a reader in general) that wanted to see him and Endeavor get wiped out...but at the same time, from a narrative point of view, they had to survive so (a) Endeavor is actually forced to reconcile with the fallout of his actions and try to be a better husband and father to his family, on top of rebuilding Hero Society, and (b) Dabi gets rehabilitated. Although to be fair, I’m not sure how that last part is possible because the guy is practically a burnt skeleton, so you can’t really blame the reader for wondering how the hell he’s going to spend the rest of his life in such a horrific condition.

The only way I can see things going forward post-war is if Eri gets called in to use her quirk on him so Shouto can have udon with him. Touya doesn’t have to forgive Endeavor (because, really, he shouldn’t) or the rest of his family, but the udon thing is something Shouto’s wanted to do, so it’s a start.

Honestly, I’m not even really sure how else to feel about Touya (obviously) surviving other than he’s a tragic figure and he should’ve died that way, but - and as much as I hate this turn of phrase - it is what it is.

[boohorns1136439]

Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (06)

And we are back for another chapter !

Warning: cursing (maybe)

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; afab!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut ; bisexual!Reader

05 <- 06 -> 07

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Todoroki’s heat had finally passed after three long days. He’d spent them either with Kirishima buried deep inside him or wrapped in his muscular arms, their bodies entwined in moments of quiet warmth. It had been all too easy to lose himself in the haze of desire, letting the weight of everything else fade away in a blur of passion and closeness. But now, as the intense flush of heat left his system, his mind was painfully clear.

Embarrassment hit him hard. What was I thinking? He asked himself repeatedly, and almost felt lightheaded as he recalled the desperation—the way he’d thrown himself at you like some lovesick teenager in his first heat. It was reckless and stupid. Worse yet, he’d let himself imagine all sorts of salacious fantasies involving you, Kirishima, and himself throughout his heat. It was utterly inappropriate. The clarity felt almost unbearable as shame surged through him, dense and stifling. If it were just about embarrassing himself, he could eventually deal with it. But the memories of that day went beyond the dizzy haze of horniness, beyond the scent of peaches and yours warm touch against his skin. He also remembered Kirishima’s raw rage and the deep red of your blood covering your face and the hospital floor. Shame gnawed at him from within, leaving in its wake buds of guilt, which blossomed as images of you walking around with a crooked nose and split lips flooded his mind.

Thankfully, it had been Kirishima who picked him up from the hospital that day. The red-haired hero had been too considerate to press him on what had happened; his only priority was taking care of him. Yet, as Todoroki had laid beside Kirishima on the third and final night of his heat, he knew that by morning, he’d have to face the rest of the pack. And neither Katsuki nor Izuku would spare him the questions he dreaded.

Morning came too soon. By the time Todoroki left his room, Kirishima was already gone and it was still early, he knew no one had left for work yet. He rushed to the bathroom to shower, hoping the hot water might somehow calm his nerves or at least give him a moment to gather his thoughts. For the first time in his life, he almost wished his heat had lasted longer—anything to delay the inevitable, awkward conversation but no amount of scalding water could cleanse the mess of emotions swirling inside him. After a dozen of minutes, he resigned himself, finished his shower and got ready for the day.

The moment he emerged from the steamy bathroom, Izuku was waiting, worry pooling in his green eyes and his rough, scarred hand instinctively lifted to cup Todoroki’s face. His touch was warm and steady, grounding him and quieting the chaos within him. Despite the awkwardness of this whole situation, seeing Izuku made his heart flutter, and he smiled softly in his mate’s arms.

“Shoto,” Izuku murmured, his voice filled with genuine concern. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I wanted to be there, but I was tied up at the agency and..." He hesitated for a moment before continuing in a fast ramble, "Just... if you need anything, I’m here for you. We’re all here for you. I already called your agency and told them you’ll need a few more days off. Kirishima told us a little about what happened, and I swear, we’ll track down that doctor. We’ll make sure—”

“He doesn’t need you babbling his damn ears, Deku.” Katsuki’s voice cut through Izuku’s rambling. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his gaze locked on Todoroki—not unkind, but piercing.. “He gets it. He’s not helpless, you know.”

Izuku shot Katsuki a small frown but remained unfazed by his blunt interruption. Beneath the sharp words, Todoroki could sense Katsuki’s genuine concern. The familiar edge in Katsuki’s tone was oddly comforting, and he knew that Katsuki’s refusal to coddle him was just his way of showing respect and consideration.

As they moved to the dining table, where Kirishima was already eating breakfast, Todoroki took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and took his seat around the table. Izuku quickly joined him, sitting beside him and reaching over to place a comforting hand on his knee. Todoroki felt a rush of gratitude for the quiet support, and even Katsuki, despite his sharp gaze, gave him space to speak without pushing him.

.

.

.

“So... you were the one who threw yourself at her?” Izuku’s voice was hesitant, his doe eyes blinked and his brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to process Todoroki’s recounting of the events.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Katsuki scoffed in disbelief.

Todoroki’s face flushed deeply with embarrassment, his cheeks burning so much that he thought he might actually burst into flames. This was a lot more mortifying than he’d imagined. Izuku had started off so supportive, leaning in to comfort him, but as Todoroki went on and explained the situation, he watched Izuku’s expression shift from understanding to confusion, and finally to what felt like... judgment. Slowly, Izuku had began to scoot away from him, casting side glances full of disapproval and making it impossible for Todoroki to meet his eyes. Katsuki was more disappointment than anything else. Unbelievable, he muttered to himself. To him, this was beyond stupid—something a too-hormonal high schooler might do and definitely something Todoroki should’ve known better. But it was Kirishima’s silence that unnerved Todoroki the most. The red haired kept his gaze down, uncharacteristically quiet, before abruptly standing up and storming toward the door.

“I need to go apologize!” Kirishima’s voice was laced with urgency, tinged with panic, but Bakugo grabbed his arm and halted him.

“You can’t go back to that hospital, Eijirou,” Katsuki said firmly, tightening his grip. “What are you gonna do, knock on the door and ask for the doctor you beat up? You’ll only make things worse.”

“Kacchan’s right. She’s probably scared right now, and she’ll run the other way if she sees you again,” Izuku added, stepping in front of Kirishima and blocking his ways like a barricade, while exchanging a look of silent agreement with Bakugo.

“But I can’t just stay here! I hurt her—badly. She even tried to explain, but I wouldn’t listen,” Kirishima’s voice grew agitated. The vivid recollection of your tear-filled eyes and bloodied lips coiled within him, guilt tightening its grip on his chest. What kind of man hits an innocent woman? he thought, fists clenched as he struggled to free himself from his mates' hold.

“I’ll go,” Todoroki interjected suddenly. His words startled the others and they turned to him, puzzled. “It was my fault. I should apologize to her.” His voice was calm but resolute, slicing through the tension in the room and carrying a steadiness, calmness, that sought to soothe Kirishima’s agitation and remorse. “Izuku’s right; you can’t go there directly, Eijirou. I’ll go and apologize on behalf of both of us.”

"But I have to do it myself! I was the one who hit her. I should at least cover her medical bill!" Kirishima protested, spurred by a faint voice in the back of his mind reminding him how unmanly—and even less heroic—his actions had been.

“I’ll tell her you want to apologize in person too. If she’s okay with it, I’ll give her your number so she can reach out to you,” Todoroki assured him gently. It pained him to see Kirishima like this, especially knowing it was his fault. All he ever wanted was to see him smiling, radiant and untroubled, and judging by the looks on his other mates’ faces, it was clear they all shared the same feeling.

Kirishima’s expression wavered, torn between making a run to the hospital or listening to his mates, but Katsuki ended his internal debate with a firm arm slung around Kirishima’s shoulders, steering him toward the door.

“Come on, shitty head, we’re gonna be late. It’s Shoto’s mess, he’ll handle it,” Bakugo said, his voice losing its usual edge, and softened just enough to offer some reassurance to Kirishima.

Izuku lingered behind, casting Todoroki a final glance filled with quiet suspicion. Todoroki could almost see the gears of his mind turning, overthinking as always, but then Katsuki barked Izuku’s name from the doorway, urging him to hurry up. With a sigh, Izuku followed the red eyes pair and they all left for work, leaving Todoroki behind in their appartement.

Todoroki paced in circles around his apartment, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. He kept telling himself that he needed to apologize, but every time he neared the door, a wave of nerves yanked him back, making him turn and start another lap around his living room. He wasn’t used to feeling this way—unsteady, so... nervous as the weight inside him grew heavier, sinking like an anchor. He’d never been one to feel so unsettled—he was usually straightforward, never having trouble apologizing when it was needed. If he made a mistake, he fixed it; he owned up. But this felt different. Today, shame, guilt, and apprehension mingled within him in a discomfort he didn’t fully understand.

“Okay, it’s just... an apology. You’ve done this before,” he muttered under his breath, trying to summon his usual calm. He had told his mates so confidently that he would do it, but look at him now. “Just go in there, say you’re sorry. It’s not complicated.” Yet the words didn’t settle him. Instead, they only seemed to make him more anxious. Why was facing you so daunting suddenly? He couldn’t explain it—he didn’t understand it.

After what felt like ages, he forced himself to grab his keys and head out the door, before he could talk himself out of it again. But the nerves only grew worse when he settled into his car and sat behind the wheel. The flashes of three days ago replayed in his mind, flashes of him almost humping the backseat. They made him wince as he gripped the steering wheel tighter and started the car.

The hospital wasn’t so far away from his apartment, a short 30-minutes drive, but he had to will himself to stay focused on the road. When he paused at a red light, he found himself wondering if your scent would be as intoxicating and bewitching as he remembered it to be and the thought made him groan as he banged his head on the steering wheel, mumbling to himself, Focus, Shoto.

As he drove past a flower shop, a quiet voice in his mind suggested he bring you something. He considered it for a moment, pondering on how appropriate it would be to bring flowers to someone he didn’t know, especially someone who had been beat up because of him. Yeah, no, even he could tell it would be weird. But somehow, he found himself making a U-turn, parking his car in front of the flower shop, and stepping inside.

The floral scent enveloped him immediately—a soft, sweet fragrance that seemed to soothe the edges of his nerves. Before him laid a sea of vibrant and cool blooms stretched out in rows: roses blushed in shades of crimson and coral, delicate peonies, soft violets, cheerful tulips, and vivid anemones. The shop was beautiful, but he knew he had to leave fast when he realized he was searching for flowers that would complement the color of your eyes. He almost laughed at himself. Ridiculous, he mused, but there he was, his feet planted firmly on the ground, and a minute later, he was holding a bouquet of dahlias. With the flowers in hand, he made his way to the counter, quickly paid, and rushed back to his car, feeling the steady thrum of nervousness in his chest.

Finally, we got to see Izuku and Katsuki in this fic. It took us 6 chapters but we made it through!!

I hated writing this chapter, omg, it took me almost a whole week. You guys have no idea how many versions of this chapter exist 😭. The length wasn’t the issue—I tried to make it a bit longer than usual (not by much, though; I’m usually around 1.5k words, but today I hit 1.9k). BUT omg, nothing really happened here. I think it was just a boring chapter (at least to write) 💀.

I’ve always referred to the characters as Todoroki, Kirishima, Izuku, and Katsuki in my head. But it’s kind of weird how half of them go by their first name and the other half by their surname in the narration, right? It’s also a bit confusing when I use both in the same chapter, so I’ve decided to stick with Izuku, Katsuki, Kirishima, and Todoroki for the narrator. The reader will use their first names once she meets them properly.

As always, criticisms are welcome.

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

05 <- 06 -> 07

My apologies if I forgot anyone in the taglist

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[nemisuki]

Racing Hearts

Modern AU | A small wholesome moment between a hot head and his girlfriend. Yet the hot head is actually shy of affection?

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, no manga spoilers, no nsfw, pure fluff, innocent kiss scene, 861 word count

“You're very dear to me Katsuki”

Bakugo blinks. Once. Twice. His red eyes roaming over every detail of her face. He never knows what to say in situations like these. He can feel his heartbeat increase as he sees her smile. It's not just beautiful but it's directed toward him. And that's what makes it more beautiful. Her smile is always meant for him and he takes pride in that.

He doesn't know what to say. Yet he knows he should say something in response. His brows furrowed trying to come up with a thing to say. Y/N saw the look of contemplation of his face and she had to resist a giggle from escaping her lips. She knows how his brain goes on overdrive at times like these so she patiently waits for his reply, if he even gives her one.

“Mhm I know…” he says in a softer tone than the usual loud voice he's accustomed to. Despite the short response, Y/N loves when he acknowledges her affection in such a tender way. The boy she meets on the first day of school at UA is different from the person standing before her. She tilts her head and goes on her tippy toes, with one thought in mind.

Bakugo recognizes the familiar gesture and sighs. Leaning down for her, he gently wraps his arms around her waist. Holding her close as she wraps her arms around his neck. She smiles looking at him with a hopeful look. He knows that look all too well. He rolls his eyes and leans down towards her face, “yeah yeah shut up and c'mere dumbass.”

Y/N couldn't help but find the situation amusing as small laughter filled his dorm room, “I didn't even say anything- mph!”

Bakugo hushed her before she could finish her cheeky remark. He let out a grunt as he gently squeezed her face, making her words come out muffled. But before she could respond with a pout or a whine, he leaned down and silenced her with a tender kiss. One hand found its way to her cheek, tenderly cradling her face, while the other hand glided down her neck and torso, coming to rest at her waist, enveloping her in his embrace.

Y/N hums softly against his lips, their mouths melding together in a moment of affection. He's not usually good with words, but this kiss says it all. He's pouring everything he feels for her into the press of his mouth, the way he holds her against him. It's gentle, soft and filled with a deep sense of tenderness and love. This kiss is a declaration, a promise, a silent vow spoken only to her.

As they both part from each other's lips, Bakugo immediately nuzzles his head in the crook of her neck. Y/N moves her arms to wrap around his torso, holding him close and gently rubbing his back. She knows he loves the feeling of her hands on his body, the satisfaction that she’s by his side. They stay like this in each other's embrace for a few minutes in comfortable silence.

“....I love you… idiot” he mumbles against her neck in a soft tone that's barely audible. She was surprised, she didn’t expect that out of the blue. Y/N feels her heartbeat rise and she wonders if he can feel it too. Maybe he can, that would explain how a few seconds later he lifts his head to look at her. A very small dusting of pink at the tip of his ears.

Y/N is not used to this. To him saying those three words with such gentleness. She can feel her face getting warm. Suddenly the room is hot. So very hot.

“I love you too ‘Suki” she says as a brighter smile goes on her face. Usually she was the one saying that phrase first but this was a nice surprise. He's trying hard to be more affectionate recently and she couldn’t be happier. No matter what she’ll adore him, but the fact that he’s attempting to be more vocal about his feelings to her is just… amazing in its own way. He’s slowly trying to break down the walls he built up for himself and her.

Hearing that nickname from your mouth always made him crazy. His own heart flutters and he looks away from embarrassment unable to hide how flustered he is now. The combination of your smile and words made him too happy to admit.

“Damn it” he mutters under his breath, covering half his face with his hands hoping it would hide the redness that surely has arisen on his face.

The room falls silent. Y/N shyly hides her face behind her hands as well, overwhelmed by the sight of Bakugo's flustered state. It's rare to see him so vulnerable, and when he does show his softer side, it always stirs something deep within her. They both shyly look away, trying to regain their composure and cool down their racing hearts.

Both of them were idiots….

Who are already dating.

Yet still get shy at a simple I love you.

[novashimo]

Izuku never got Katsuki’s autograph even after all these years after graduating.

Logically it makes sense for Izuku, Pro Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight literal hero partner and Childhood friend to have Bakugou Katsuki’s autograph.

But he doesn’t, and GOD does that make Izuku upset.

It’s not because Izuku never asked, or that Katsuki is being petty and refusing to sign anything for Izuku. It’s a literal mystery on how Izuku doesn’t have an autograph for Katsuki.

The first time Izuku got Dynamight’s autograph was in their second year when the younger broke his arm and was put into a cast. Katsuki did his normal yelling and teasing but towards the end Izuku made a joke about he could atleast give him a signature on the cast as return if he was gunna be yelled at. But oh wait Katsuki’s arm was still fucked up and Izuku guess they can both have fucked up arms until they heal.

Katsuki being the little shit he was took at as a challenge and spent the next 30 minutes trying to sign Izuku’s cast with his left hand.

It was messy, after all Katsuki only been writing with his left hand for a few months at this point but it was legible.

The problem was that although Izuku had the signature, he wasn’t able to actually keep it, the cast eventually got sawed off and off that means the little sawblade went right through the scribble of a signature that Katsuki left.

Izuku obviously realized this and pouted and Katsuki looked him dead in the eyes before sending a small explosion into the others face.

“It’s just a shitty signature, wait until I catch up with my shitty handwriting and its fucking over for you”

Ofc that means it wouldn’t be until months later when it’s was Izuku’s birthday during their third year where Katsuki was fluent in writing with his left hand.

But this time, it literally went missing out of nowhere. Izuku carefully placed the autograph with a really well taken action photo of Katsuki and sent the largest hug the blonds way. Everyone took photos of Katsuki’s face that night. The Photograph stayed carefully out of reach from any cups that could spill until Izuku could take it up to his dorm room after they finished the party.

The problem is that after they ate cake and went to go clean everything up it literally just disappeared.

The whole class searched the room up and down and it literally just disappeared.

(No body realized that Koda’s bunny had reached up and snatched it off the table and was currently chewing the Picture to bits in the little kennel they had in the dorm floor)

And the cycle just continued from there

Izuku had a day off work after a long first year as the news Modern Hero Art History teacher, (because Nezu found it most interesting to have the first quirkless graduate of UA become a teacher and they never found a fitting person to take over Midnights old position) and went to a hero convention, and Katsuki’s PR team forced him to be a surprise guest.

Izuku waited in that line for HOURS and turns out he was the last person in line next to a little kid, after Izuku went into the corner and got nagged at by Katsuki for “wasting his money on a person he literally had dinner plans with later this week” Izuku got a signature.

When Izuku walked out and he saw the little kid he was in line with crying, he immediately realized that the guards must have cut the line off after him due to time and security reasons.

So Izuku did the next logical thing and gave his autograph of Dynamight to the kid.

(Katsuki rolled his eyes and smiled when Izuku told him, fond of the person he was slowly falling in love with)

The longest Izuku had Katsuki’s signature was a week before someone literally broke into the UA teacher dorms and stole it.

The fastest the autograph was gone was in less then under a minute, Izuku was on a date with Katsuki and the restaurant was suddenly being robbed, the duo off jumped into action and at the end when Izuku was giving compliments to the older, Katsuki just made a joke and signed a napkin saying ‘To my Izuku, my number one fan’. Not even 3 seconds into the napkin being placed in Izuku’s had the villian from earlier spat in their direction and landed on the napkin which suddenly burst to flames.

Acidic Spit

Katsuki burst into laughter because fate or whoever was above *really* didn’t want Izuku to have his signature.

After 8 long years of saving up, Katsuki carefully placed his autograph in the fold of the mecha suit for Izuku before going out and handing it to Toshinori.

Weeks after Toshinori gave it to Izuku, the blond asked if Izuku received his surprise, and Izuku replied happily on how he loved the suit, but doesn’t mention the autograph.

After some careful probing Katsuki realizes that the nerd never got the autograph.

Turns out that Toshinori accidentally let the photo slip out and it landed in the halls of UA somewhere, and now some snot nosed brat has a special signature From Dynamight and GOD that’s embarrassing because Katsuki wrote some really sweet lovey dovey shit on the back.

When they get married, Izuku makes a joke that the marriage certificate is the only signature that He’ll ever get, and less then 12 hours after leaving the courthouse they get a call to come back because the Documents got caught on fire.

Eventually they just kinda accept it’s never going to happen and Pro Hero GEMGD is an autograph he might not ever get.

Atleast no until their wedding night a couple months later when Kota, one of Izuku’s current 2nd year students walk up to him extremely embarrassed and hands over his wedding gift. Which turns out to be the extremely sweet message that Katsuki tried to give to Izuku a year prior with his hero suit.

Izuku definitely cried twice that night and now a specific autograph is framed and hanged in Izuku’s home office.

[cattewife]

day in the park

(a h/ualian modern au snz fic, part 2)

rating: E word count: 6400 fandom: m/xtx t/gcf contains: (slightly more setup than the first one but basically still) PWP sneezing while fucking some mess (not graphic but definitely there) switch h/ualian (top h/ua c/heng, bottom x/ie l/ian in this) allergic!h/ua c/heng, fet!x/ie l/ian just so much talking about feelings though (why???)

Oh? It can't be that X/ie L/ian really, for real, still... likes this? Even with H/ua C/heng on top? Even H/ua C/heng isn't this lucky. He hopes that he is, though, because he really. Really can't stop. Or, a day out leads to more allergy problems than anticipated.

>> read it on archiveofourown HERE <<

>> (post for part 1 HERE) <<

~PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG TO NON SNZ/KINK BLOGS~

[useless-catalanfacts]

Did you know that there's a little bit of Catalan culture in Ukraine? They are the Kyiv giants, created after the Catalan tradition of giants. In Catalan culture, each town or city has a couple of giant-sized figures that are taken out to dance during Catalan traditional holidays such as festa major (local patron saint day) and Corpus together with other traditional Catalan street dances. Very often, these giants represent the mythical founders of the town, characters of important local legends or history.

Barcelona (Catalonia's capital city) celebrates its main festa major for La Mercè. Since 2006, every year Barcelona invites a guest city to be present in the cultural activities of this holiday and take part in cultural exchange. In 2023, this city was Kyiv (Ukraine). Kyiv decided, not only to send Ukrainian dancers, but also to join in the festa major with their own couple of giants: Olga and Volodymyr. After the end of La Mercè, they have been taken to Kyiv.

I have not been able to find out if the giants still exist or it they have perished in Russia's attacks.

Video from the TV programme Gaudeix la festa from Canal Blau/La Xarxa+. English subtitles added by me.

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One of the ways you can help the victims of Russia's military occupation of Ukraine and modern Ukrainian culture is donating to the non-profit Music Saves UA, created by the Ukrainian Association of Music Events. With the money, they provide immediate humanitarian help in Ukraine including evacuation, settlement for refugees, food, drinking water and hygiene products, as well as supporting Ukraine's musicians with music infrastructure and supporting the creation of their music. 🇺🇦

[palettepainter]

Oooo I am thinking about MHA today..

I'm thinking about Powerloader being a little skrunkly minx to Ectoplasm, his little "Kehehe" gremlin laugh and his smug grin. Thinking about how Ectoplasm will meet Higari's sexual innuendoes with a calm hum and an intrigued raised brow. How even though they've been married for years Higari still finds himself marvelled at the beauty of Ectoplasm's face: the crows feet etched into the corners of his eyes that crinkle when he's especially happy and the impressive shape of his jaw. Thinking about Higari's giant hands that are patterned with calluses from years of hard dedication to his work that hold Ectoplasm's with such care (Ectoplasms hands look dwarfed in comparison to his own). Thinking about Higari hating sweet things, he can't stand them, but he's memorized all the ones Ectoplasm especially likes and if he finds any in a shop he's in, he always buys him a bug without Ectoplasm asking him too. Thinking about them sparing together, perhaps to test out Ectoplasm's prosthetics whenever they get replaced once they're extremely damaged, how Higari is on the same power level as Endeavour - yet Ecto's brains balances out his strength nicely - thinking about Higari pinning Ectoplasm to the training room floor and making a dirty joke with a grin that tells Ectoplasm he is very aware of what he's doing, and Ectoplasm just snorts up at him playfully

Thinking about Ectoplasm enjoying his quite, private space, how he willingly opens up that space so that there is room for Higari even when he needs to vent about work. Thinking about them cozied up in bed and Ectoplasm will teasingly narrate whatever book he is engrossed in to Higari. Higari telling him he's a dork, but Ectoplasm sees the way his lip curls upward in a smile. Thinking about Ectoplasm leaving a fresh, clean jumper out for Higari when it's especially cold because he knows Higari hates winter, and when Higari ends up crawling his way ontop of Ectoplasm - effectively trapping him to the sofa - he doesn't mind. Thinking about Ectoplasm's hands idly brushing through Higari's hair and scratching his scalp, picking out bits of grit and dirt and fussing how he needs a bath. Thinking about Ectoplasm brushing Higari's fringe aside and being able to see his eyes, how they're not young and full of energy eyes, they're tired but caring, kind and patient with age. Ectoplasm joking how it's a miracle Higari can see where he's going with how scruffy his hair is, but deep down, he actually likes Higari's hair a lot - it makes seeing Higari's eyes feel all the more special

Thinking about the two getting to recover in hospital together after a villain attack, how Higari would make paper airplanes out of a little notepad he always keeps on his person (mostly for jotting down ideas for new gadgets to make in the studio) with little messages on them and send them flying over to Ectoplasm across the room. Thinking about Ectoplasm picking out the dark chocolates from his "Get well soon!" gift from the teachers at UA and tossing them to Higari, who he knows loves dark chocolate. Thinking about them being cleared from the hospital on the same day - both with a few new scars and stitches and Higari with a bruised eye. Nothing fatal, it'll heal, he reasons - then Higari jokes how with Ectoplasm's prosthetic legs and his swollen eye they almost make a full pirate, and Ectoplasm lets out a light laugh, rolling whatever pupils a man without can

Thinking about them retiring from hero work and becoming teachers fulltime, about them growing old together and jokingly pointing out the others first grey hairs . Thinking about them buying a house somewhere quite and warm in the country to spend lazy afternoons in the holidays, doing their silly little old men dances in the kitchen to their buzz of their radio (Higari prefers radios to modern speakers)

Thinking bout them sleeping away a morning because they deserve it in their retirement, thinking about Higari clinging to Ectoplasm in his sleep like a koala bear, and how Ectoplasm has grown accustomed to the comforting weight of Higari at his side, and Higari in turn has grown used to the sound of Ectoplasm's relaxed breathing

I just-...I love them so much-

[thekingofwinterblog]

Was Gangle a Teenager when she was trapped in the Circus?

So just like it struck me when doing an overview of Amazing Digital Circus that Ragatha seemed to be extremely motherly, the thing that struck me about Gangle is how much younger than all the rest of the cast does.

She acts younger, she spunds younger, and when her comedy mask(Which allows her to express all of her happy emotions) isnt broken she has a kind of childish, but honest energy about her that all the rest of the cast has lost.

She is the only member of the group that seemed genuinely impressed about everything about Caine's most recent creation of the candy kingdom(Everyone that liked it focused on one or two specific elements), at least before her mask broke.

However, just like all the rest of the cast, she is an adult, more speciffically she is 25.

So with that age in mind, she comes across like someone who never really grew up. And that is probably the case, but mayhaps not in the sense that she refused adulthood, but rather that she was denied getting to experience it.

Namely it seems very likely to me that Gangle was trapped in the circus sometime within her teenage years. But to explain the strongest piece of evidence for that, a quick history lesson about Gangle's favorite anime.

Azumanga Daioh is a classic Highschool girls slice of life anime/manga that came out at the turn of the millenium, who's most notable legacy is that it showcased that manga's about highschool girls doing highschool things withouth some grander adventure or meta plot was more than enough to carry a show financially and critically.

So if you love/hate the popularity of such series in the modern day, you can thank Azumanga for that.

It's not a bad series by any means, but it's also... Kinda outdated? Like how Dragonball laid the foundations Shonen series would use ever after and improve on and learn from, so Azumanga Daioh is very much a show that seems... Completely left behind by time, as it's successors did everything it did, just way better.

Hell, unlike Dragonball, who's popularity and mark on pop culture remains strong and alive today, Azumanga is mostly a cult classic. Popular certainly, but left behind by anime as a whole, even within it's very specific subgenre.

However, there was a point in time when the series was still regarded as an absolute classic within the anime fandom.

And Gangle's teenage years very much fit into that point in time.

Uaing her current age, and assuming that the show is set in 2023, the year it came out, we see Gangle was born in 1998.

Meaning that Gangle was 13-18 from 2011-2016.

These year-numbers lines up with when Azumanga Daioh still had it's strong pressence in the Anime Culture, especially in the west, the earlier on that scale, the stronger.

With that in mind, it seems likely that like many western teenage girls during this period, one of Gangle's first real introductions to Anime was Azumanga Daioh.

And either it left a massive impression on her that atuck hard, or she simply didn't get to experience enough other Anime to find another favorite.

Further suggesting this young age, is her favorite one piece character, Tony Tony Chopper.

Im just going to be blunt. Most people who's favorite One Piece character is Chopper, has him as such because he's very cute, not because of his compelling backstory or character development(the latter of which, like a lot of the strawhats were shafted post time-skip).

Like for example; a teenage girl who just got introduced to One Piece for the first time, maybe her first big shonen series.

Her art is also relatively good, but also relatively underdeveloped, lacking things such as complex shading or tones.

In other words she's likely untrained in the sense she didn't reach this point by learning by seeing how others do it.

And finally, her door marker(Which presumably shows her as she was when first coming here) showcases her as genuinely happy and cheerfull, something the rest don't really have, but something a teenage girl who might innitially have seen the circus as some sort of Isekai story(Before reality set in) to live out, rather than immediatly recognize it as a priaon as the rest of the cast did.

All in all, a lot of what we know about her suggests she never really got to properly go through puberty and mature into an adult.

If so, it also adds A LOT of extra, horrible baggage to the already rather dark and abusive relationship she has with Jax.

Like when he calls her Submissive and agreeable to browbeat her into doing what he says, it's a sentence that hits extremely closely to home, as the actual meaning(It's basically a self-cencored version of the original: Submissive and Breedable) is one that unlike the rest of the cast, she never really got the chance to really come to terms with before being trapped here in this digital Hell.

Simillarily, him blackmailing her about her personal figurines to Ragatha, and her response of both laughing insanely and doing what he says, screams of a rather blunt sexual implications, with it being something she is very, very ashamed off.

If this theory is true, then Gangle has been stuck in the Circus for upwarda to 13 years, over a decade where she never got to grow through the final transformation into an adult, and yet is treated like, and expected to act as one by everyone around her.

[luffyvace]

Izuku x male reader

This is fluff so it’s gonna be sweet but don’t expect only “cute baby Izuku 🥺” bc I’m writing accurate to canon him/manga him 😜

(Your a UA student in class 1A for these<3)

Izuku’s Love languages are acts of service and quality time

even though quality time sometimes get scarce because class A is hectic

its called quality time not quantity time

Its about how you spend your time together, not always how much

although I will say you make as much time for each other as possible

you guys train, eat, nap, jog, watch tv/videos together

And of course make lots and lots of jokes

you two have so many inside jokes class A doesn’t understand 😂

It fine you don’t explain it, it’s funnier that way

he does you lots of favors for acts of service

you really don’t even have to tell him!

its the little stuff like, cleaning up a mess for you, getting your jacket when he knows your going out, reminding you about tests and to study!

which on that topic you two study together when you can

but izuku is really busy and spends a lot of energy in the day

As we saw in some episodes he goes to sleep as soon as he makes it in his room

but he does his best!

your likely busy too! Like I said UA is pretty hectic

Even though he has a lot on his plate, he makes time for you

he does lots of little things for your relationship

weekly mental check ins where you sit down and talk/vent or chatter if the week has gone good

video game marathons/competitions

going out to events together likes pop up festivals

buying each other clothes spontaneously

(oops this is coming off really gn let’s switch it up<3)

when izuku realized he was in love with a male..

it made no difference

No fr mha is modern enough to have the clock app why wouldn’t this kinda thing be normal

he might not have realized he was bi before you though

originally he thought he was straight bc he always got flustered around girls

but when you came around and made him feel way more nervous than any girl ever had??

yeah you know that bi panic meme?

he got a slap of that

💥💥

Homophobes is not the worst he’s run into tbh so now that he stands up for himself, he will stand up for you and your relationship as well!

he doesn’t really have the best roasts or whatever but he certainly doesn’t let them get away with it!

forget them tbh let’s move on to a more wholesome topic 💗

Meeting inko!!

when she found out you were a guy she raised her eyebrows then slowly smiled

she was 100% supportive!!

izuku wasn’t really hesitant about telling her or anything because he knew his mother isnt judgemental

when she meets you she’s ecstatic!

she makes a savory dinner and probably shares way too many adorable stories about izuku’s past

Which he gets really embarrassed and you guys end up in his room after so she can’t keep rambling

random but I also feel you and izuku also read manga together

If you like it :)

training with him is..harsh to say the least 😀

like fr no holding back for either of you

If you don’t have a combat compatible quirk this is basically a one-sided beating

only playing!

but seriously he’s letting loose

”what if this was a real battle and you were in danger?!”

”ok but..your punching me like IM the villain”

you’ll be aight 🙂

He told you about his quirk depending on how soon you two met

If you met in middle school or before he likely told you like straight away

mb all might he couldn’t keep it in

if you met in UA, However, he probably either waited a few months after you became friends or started dating

he tells you when your friends if your instant best friends but if your just the occasional “hi m/n!” Then it’s likely after you two get together

pranks.

Yes they happen.

him to you, you to him

you still teenagers after all why not?

if your feeling a silly goofy mood what better to do than surprise your partner? 😋

oddly enough, once you get close enough in the relationship, I feel he’s the one that initiated them!

you guys only do innocent little things that don’t hurt anybody, of course

annoying each other also happens

not in the actual annoyed sense

just the type where your like “BRO STOP!!” But your still smiling 😂

like idk putting one putting their feet next to the others face typa thing

again still harmless

your never really mad at each other and you always make jokes and laugh it off in the end

heroes.

how could I not talk about this?

they’re his favs!!

not to mention I hope your fav hero all might..

bc one, his room.

and two, his rants.

like you’d have to explicitly state you either have a diff fav or are just tired of the rants bc…..bro will go ON.

If I’m gonna talk about heroes gotta talk about villains too right?

so izuku tells you that he wants to save the villains

and that he sees children in them

unhealed, scarred, children.

he rants to you about this on mental check in days

and you listen, he appreciates that.

he gets the feeling no one gets him in that sense, and even if you don’t at least you hear him out!

izuku so so so loves you!

it’s super sweet that you so so so love him too 💝

Writing for izuku is so easy! I love writing for my favs bc thoughts pop out like poop :)

(LOL). No seriously I wrote this faster than expected. Hopefully I clear drafts soon so I can open requests :^

[boohorns1136439]

Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (07)

Don’t think I forgot about the chapter! I took an unplanned nap earlier, but I still made it (from where I am, it’s still five minutes before midnight, so technically, it’s still Monday)! This chapter was tough to write and edit (tough is an understatement 😭), but here we are! I think as I’m trying to write longer chapters, they’re becoming significantly more work (especially when I try to do it all at once). Hope you enjoy this one too!

Warning: cursing

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; afab!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut ; bisexual!Reader

06 <- 07 -> 08

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When Todoroki arrived at the hospital, he paused at the entrance, his gaze fixed on the bouquet of dahlias in his hand. The vibrant petals stood out sharply against the sterile white surroundings of the building, and for a moment, doubt crept in. Was this a mistake? Should he have stayed home? Couldn't he have just sent an apology email or made a call instead? Why was he here, standing in front of these doors? Doubts filled him, but just as quickly as they appeared, they were pushed aside. Something about this moment—about seeing you and apologizing face-to-face—pulled at him in a way he couldn’t explain. It felt necessary, like a weight he couldn’t ignore. The urge to make things right, to apologize properly, tangled with an unclear mess of emotions, stronger than his uncertainty. The thought of seeing you again was both tempting and terrifying, and he couldn’t quite understand why.

With a deep breath, he steadied himself, taking one last look at the bouquet before stepping forward. His body seemed to move almost on its own, urging him forward as if it knew better than his mind. It felt pointless to resist, and he hated not fully understanding himself. Usually, everything was clear and simple, but now, the confusion, the unknown, and the awkwardness destabilized him.

Clutching the bouquet like a shield, Todoroki walked through the unfamiliar halls. Nurses and staff gave him curious glances—heroes usually arrived with an ambulance, not alone—but he ignored their stares as he normally did when he was in public. His focus was solely inward; his heart was racing, fast, too different from its usual calm beat. As he tried to compose himself, he knew this wasn’t just nervousness; it was something else, something hard to name. Todoroki could barely distinguish it, buried under so many feelings and the he closer he got to the hero wing, the more intense the feeling became. He was painfully aware of how each steps made his pulse race, and him self-conscious of his heart pumping loudly in his chest and ears.

When he reached the front desk, he paused for a moment, swallowing, preparing himself and trying to stay composed, as the receptionist looked up at him, briefly eyeing the bouquet before offering a polite, practiced smile.

"Good morning, how may I help you?"

"Good morning," Todoroki replied, his voice quieter than usual, and he mentally shook off his awkwardness before continuing. "I was here a few days ago, and… I was wondering if it would be possible to see the doctor who was in charge of my care during my hospitalization."

The receptionist’s fingers hovered over the keyboard as he typed. After a few seconds, he turned his attention back to Todoroki. "Of course. If you have questions about your treatment or would like a follow-up consultation, Dr. Hasegawa would be happy to schedule an appointment with you."

Todoroki nodded absentmindedly, but his thoughts had already wandered. Dr. Hasegawa... So that was your name. It floated in his mind: Dr. Hasegawa, I’m sorry for my behavior, he thought, trying to figure out what he would say when he faced you. I apologize for acting so inappropriately. Please let me make it up to you... maybe I could buy you a coffee after work?, but he immediately dismissed the thought.

Todoroki barely noticed how tightly he had been gripping the bouquet, the delicate stems pressing into his fingers, but he didn’t loosen his hold. He was still lost in his thoughts, and he couldn’t understand why he felt so anxious, on top of that, now the flowers seemed like such a strange gesture. When was the last time he’d bought flowers for anyone who wasn’t his mother? He couldn’t even remember. Maybe for Bakugo? That one time? Giving you flowers seemed more and more odd with each passing second, but he knew he couldn’t just throw them away now. A small part of him was still wondering if the flowers colors would truly match your eyes, as he had imagined back in the flower shop.

This was supposed to be a quick visit, just to apology to you. He was only here to make amends—no need for coffee or flowers, no need for anything beyond that. And yet, there he was, dahlias in hands, and feeling a flutter of anticipation building in his chest, an unexplained excitement buzzing through him.

“He’s currently in a consultation but should be available to meet with you in about twenty to thirty minutes. Will that be alright?”

Todoroki blinked, startled. He? There was no he.

“My doctor was a woman,” he said slowly, his brow furrowing in confusion.

The receptionist looked equally confused by his words, and he checked his computer before replying. "No, the doctor who treated you was Dr. Haruto Hasegawa, and he’s definitely a man."

There was now way he could have been wrong, he was sure of it and in his memory of the moment, although blurry , he could still clearly remember you: your eyes, your hair, the curve of your lips, your hands—everything about you had looked so pretty in his eyes. He was certain it was a woman who clung to his mind, like a shadow he longed to fade with time.

“There must be some mistake,” he said, sure of himself. “A doctor came to check on me in the afternoon and I saw her, it wasn’t a man.”

“In the afternoon?” The receptionist frowned, his tone taking on a slightly exasperated edge. “It says here that Dr. Hasegawa treated you in the morning, and he was in surgery all afternoon.” His gaze flicked back to Todoroki, the growing impatience evident. “Doctors don’t usually handle post-treatment checkups unless it’s an exception.”

This just didn’t make sense to Todoroki and as he opened his mouth to argue further, the receptionist’s expression shifted. His eyes lit up, as though he’d just pieced together a puzzle.

“Wait a second,” he said, fingers flying across the keyboard once again. “It was probably Nurse Asuna Shimizu. The nurses handle most of the checkups after treatments, and according to your file, she was assigned to you during your stay.”

For a moment, Todoroki faltered. He had been so sure it was a woman—but whether you were a doctor or a nurse? He wasn’t certain anymore. Now, he wondered if he’d completely missed the pastel pink of your hospital scrubs. After all, he hadn’t exactly been focused on your uniform that day—his attention had been caught by... well, everything else about you. You were a vivid image against the foggy backdrop of his memory.

“I guess you’re right. I might’ve been mistaken,” he admitted reluctantly, though uncertainty lingered in his voice. “Would it still be possible to see her?”

“Of course,” the receptionist replied smoothly. “I’ll call her now, she should be in the break room, so it won’t take too long.”

As the receptionist made the phone call, “An ex-patient wants to see you again, probably about his treatment I don’t know. It’s a pro hero.” Todoroki stood there awkwardly and stiffly.

The unfamiliar ticking of anxiety crawled through his veins, unraveling his nerves with every heartbeat. His held his breath every time he heard footsteps approaching from behind, and he fought the urge to whip his head around, afraid of appearing too eager or worse, desperate.

The wait stretched on endlessly, and he stared blankly at the sterile hospital walls as he tried to keep his thoughts from spiraling. His palms felt clammy, and his throat dried out despite his repeated attempts to swallow. The stems of the dahlias, crushed and fragile beneath his restless fingers, bore the burden of his agitation and he prayed silently that his jittery state wasn’t so visible to anyone nearby. When the receptionist finally spoke again, Todoroki felt the ground shift beneath him.

“Oh, Asuna, you’re here. Here is the patient who wanted to meet with you.”

Todoroki froze. The wave of emotions that had been brewing all day—restlessness, anticipation, and fear—crashed over him all at once as his breath hitched. This is it, he thought, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Slowly, he turned around, as though he was bracing himself for the sight of you while the memory of your sweet peach scent tugged at him like a siren’s call, and demanded him to turn faster.

Todoroki’s heart sank at the sight of the nurse. The woman who approached wasn’t you; her hair, eyes, height, and face bore no resemblance to the seared image of you that he held in his mind. But the most glaring difference, the one that sealed it instantly, was her scent.

Scents were undeniable markers of identity—a fact anyone with a decent nose understood. It wasn’t usually a big deal; people were described as “the omega with the citrusy scent” or “the Alpha who smells like coffee beans,” just as casually as someone’s hair color or complexion might be noted. But your scent had been different. He wasn’t sure if it was his premature heat that made him more sensitive, but it had struck him like a physical blow, enveloping him completely and commanding his attention in a way he hadn’t been able to shake since.

The soft lavender and floral notes emanating from Nurse Shimizu weren’t unpleasant, sure, but they didn’t come close to the syrupy sweetness of peaches that had lingered around you. That scent—your scent—felt addictive, disorienting in its intensity, and it had burned itself into his mind more than he liked to admit. Whoever Asuna Shimizu was supposed to be, her scent clearly told him she was not you and definitely not an alpha too. Nothing about it poked and tease his omega like yours had.

Todoroki’s stomach twisted with a bitter ache. He felt foolish for expecting anything different. Maybe you were purposely avoiding him, and who could blame you? He had acted so shamefully during his heat, basically threw himself at you, and let his instincts overshadow his judgment. His mate's breaking your face had only made things horrifically worse. He was so focused on seeing you again that he forgot how serious the situation was and the guilt he felt soared from this realization, which only made him feel even more disappointed in himself. He had been acting so strangely over the past few days, wondering about trivial, selfish and superficial matters instead of how his actions impacted you. He know from experience how a punch from Kirishima could knocked you down and how disgusting unwanted sexual advances felt.

"Nurse Shimizu," Todoroki began, after he approached her maintained respectful distance. "I understand if your colleague doesn’t want to see me again. My mate and I behaved inexcusably, and I want to offer my sincere apologies. Please let her know she can contact my agency if she wishes to seek any form of compensation." He said, serious, measured and polite as possible, wanting to cause any further trouble for you or, what he assumed, your nurse friend.

It took Asuna a moment to piece everything together, before realization flashed through her eyes and she stepped closer to Todoroki, lowering her voice so only he could hear.

“When were you hospitalized?” she asked, her suspicions growing clearer after his response. Her fingers anxiously tugged at the edge of her sleeve as she pressed on, her tone tinged with nervousness. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you and Dr. L/n, but... is there any chance we can keep the hospital out of this? I know I shouldn’t have asked her to cover for me, but... whatever happened could be sorted out privately, right?” She let out an awkward laugh, clearly unaware of the incident between the pro hero and you, and her focus instead on ensuring her little escape from work remained unnoticed. Her eyes flickered around the room to check no one could over hear her little confession before they landed on the bouquet in Todoroki’s hands, a spark of curiosity breaking through her tension.

“Are those... flowers?” she asked, her voice a little lighter, in a terrible attempt at shifting the topic after the lack of response from Todoroki.

He blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Yes. Could you give them to her? As an apolo—"

Before he could finish, the nurse interrupted him. "She left early that day and hasn’t been back since. But I could tell her you want to see her when she is back ?” She offered.

The words hit Todoroki like a brick. You weren’t here. You hadn’t been here for three days, and it was undeniable—he was the reason for your absence. He had spent so much time thinking about you since arriving at the hospital, yet the truth slammed into him again: his thoughts had been filled with peaches, warmth, and beauty, while the reality was far darker. He couldn't escape the image of your tears, the memory of his unrelenting grip on your wrist as you tried to leave, the sickening sound of Kirishima’s fist connecting with his face, and the heavy, metallic scent of your blood staining the hospital’s sterile white floor. Now, all he could see was the wreckage he had caused you, and the painful realization that perhaps the only apology he truly needed to offer was leaving you alone.

Don’t tell me you thought it would be that easy. The reader is over there thinking her life is over, and you think she’s just going to go back to work?

Todoroki is a mess in this chapter, blushing and acting bashful like a high schooler with his first crush (this will make sense later). But, I didn’t want to downplay what happened to the reader too much. Todoroki should at least be aware of the consequences of his actions. I thought ending on a serious note would provide a nice contrast to the silly ending of the previous chapter. God I hope I didn’t write myself in a corner but I think I’ll make it work.

I think we’ve seen enough of Todoroki for now—next chapter will focus on Izuku! I know Todoroki may seem like my favorite character in this fic since, aside from the reader, he’s had the most POV chapters (probably more than the reader), but surprisingly, he’s not actually my favorite from the group. Don’t worry, though. I’m not playing favorites in thisbdix. Everyone will get their fair share of attention and dedicated chapters. We’re just starting off with a lot of Todoroki.

2,2k words, the chapter is extra long as an apology to the wait. Oh yeah, I am still waiting on the polls results but I’ll be honest, I maybe just decide for something else.

As always, criticisms are welcome.

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

06 <- 07 -> 08

My apologies if I forgot anyone in the taglist. This taglist is lowkey getting out of hand 😭

-> If you want to tag in the next update, check out the taglist post !

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[owlf45]

Ngl Second as a UA teacher would be hilarious because his answer to most things would be like "gun".

Not really but dude was a vigilante of grazing morality a century ago, doesn't know any modern day laws, and is Fiercely protective. He will be a fantastic teacher but a chaotic one

I cannot wait

youre right on all accounts. however, i do find it a little bit funny that i said 'nedzu hires second' and everyone immediately turned to 'second's a teacher now' and ran with it.

[heronoegg]

my universal Bakugo headcanons are

Ears are poor so wears hearing aids either for being born that way or due to quirk usage making it deteriorate

Wears glasses but they are only needed for prolonged reading/could go need them all the time like i do but i feel like that would get in the way so he would need a special kind of perception if that's the case, usually wears contacts

Can be albino

Doesn't have to be but i read a fic where female Bakugo's name was Tsuki and i thought that was cute

Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight regardless of gender always refering to self as "king' rather then queen

rather large chest as a girl

has undiagnosed autism and ADHD because doesn't wanna be told something is "wrong"

self harm by poping explosions over skin when he feels like he's done something that warrants self punishment that day this behavior carries on until somebody finds out (Deku Kirishima or Todoroki) to stop him from doing that

after war face scar my beloved

braces got them taken out

fantasy earrings in modern settings my beloved

when close friends with someone kiss them platonically on the cheek/forehead

love language is acts of service

one way or another Bakugo ends up working at UA either because an injury or because he just wants to work at UA and teach them kids how to be heroes

Bakugo and Deku being the number one keeps fluctuating

[cincincinnanom]

Togachako week day three a day late lol

Anyways it was fantasy au and I was like 'harpies and witches' It's a modern fantasy au. So there are harpies, and witches Ochako goes to a witch school (UA) and Himiko lives in the Wildlands with the rest of her flock (LOV) and yeah.

@togachakoweekoffical

[aetherdoesthings]

Heyooo, is it possible to request you a f!reader x Nami really fluff, for example they are on a date (modern UA if you don't mind), like maybe in an amusement park, and it's the first time they are saying to each other "I love you." 😊

Have a nice day/night. ❤️

heyooo! one fluffy fem!reader x nami coming up!

forethoughts: i'm going to a camp in two days, meaning i'm probably going to be offline for ~five days. this might be my last post before i leave, so savor it!

notes: fem!reader, modern au, amusement parks, fluff i love yous

You stood in front of the mirror, staring at your clothes. No, it was summer, you didn’t need to wear a hoodie. You took your hoodie off, leaving you with a simple cotton shirt and sport pants. At least you wouldn’t be sweating now.

Your phone screen turned bright, a single notification grabbing your eyes. You picked up your phone, looking at the message from your girlfriend.

Nami<3: Hey, I’m downstairs. You ready to go?

You: In a minute. 

Nami<3: You’re so slow. You wearing comfortable clothing?

You: Yep.

Nami<3: Good. Now hurry up, you slowpoke,

You chuckled at her message, as you grabbed your jacket, putting on your shoes. 

You: I’m coming down now.

You made your way down, finding Nami’s car, and most importantly, the love of your life in the driver’s seat. You stepped inside the car, taking a seat in the passenger’s seat. Before a word could come out of your mouth, Nami’s lips were against yours, her hands on your cheeks. Nami broke the kiss with a giggle, the corners of her mouth stretched up to her eyes.

“Slowpoke.” Nami grinned.

“I made it, didn’t I?” You chuckled, looking into those sunset eyes. You tried not to stare into those sunset eyes; it wasn’t your first time being captured and drawn into the beauty and glory inside your girlfriend’s eyes. 

Nami playfully tapped your nose, causing you to snap out of that mesmerizing trance. “You have plenty of time later to drool, Y/N. Put on your seatbelt, we’re going to be late.”

You listened to her, putting on your seatbelt as Nami started the car.

“Where are we even going? All you did was send me a text and said ‘I’ll be at your house in fifteen minutes, get changed.’ It’s 8AM.”

“It’s a surprise~”

“The last time you surprised me we went to a haunted house where I punched one of the actors.”

“Okay, that was because it was Halloween, and it’s not on me if you punched that zombie, even though it was really funny.” Nami let out a giggle at that memory.

“We had to pay, Nami.”

“Oh, it’s fine. I’m willing to spend money on such a gorgeous beauty like you.”

A small grin grew on your face, as you continued the drive in silence. Nami played the music from your playlist you had created together, with all your favorite songs in it. Soon after, the two of you pulled up into an amusement park, the one you had been begging Nami to go to with you. You were a fan of amusement parks; you were an adrenaline junkie. You’d stuff three churros all into your mouth, and then go on a ride with there loop-de-loops and two sudden drops. Nami didn’t share your same level of interest and adrenaline you had, so she’d always go on the slow paced rides and simply wait for you to finish the much faster paced rides. If Nami was going to take you to the amusement park of your dreams…

The minute Nami had parked the car, you ripped your seatbelt off, leaping out of the car as you ran to the other side, waiting for Nami to get out. She grabbed a small bag, gently closing the car door and pressing a button on her car keys.

“Come on! Let’s go! All the rides are going to have long lines!” You squealed, basically dragging Nami’s hand into the amusement park.

“Relax! I got fast passes! You don’t need to dash to the lines!’ You stumbled, tripping over your shoes as you stared at Nami. Your jaw was glued to the floor, eyes almost popping out of your sockets. Nami laughed at your expression, as she placed a finger on your chin, gently closing your mouth and placing a hat on your head. 

“I don’t want you getting sunburnt, mkay?” Nami explained. You didn’t care. She could make you wear a snowsuit in the summer and you wouldn’t care. She took you to your favorite amusement park, and she bought fast passes for you. Was it all for you?

Before you could take another step and absolutely destroy your legs, you pressed your lips against Nami’s wrapping your hands around your neck. You didn’t care that you were in public and people saw you. You didn’t care. Your girlfriend had just given you the best present ever. 

“You’re the best girlfriend ever!” You cheered, smiling at her. Nami smiled back, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. 

“I know I am.” Nami grinned, fishing something out of her bag. “Turn around.”

You obliged. Nami took your hair, tying it in a ponytail and putting it through the cap before turning you around herself. “Good. You can run off, now. I know you want to.”

Your shoes were already turned towards the direction of the first ride, but your legs didn’t move. You offered your hand to Nami, a smile on your face. “I want to go with you!”

Nami smiled warmly, taking your hand as the two of you began to walk inside the park. “Aw, you’re so sweet.”

“I know I am.” You giggled.

“To think I purposefully got an airtag for you so that I can track your location.” 

“Yeah- Wait what? You have an airtag?”

“What do you think is in your hair, dear Y/N?”

You blinked, your hand sneaking up to your ponytail, feeling a familiar metal disk object hidden between the layers of your hair. “Why did you do that?”

“So I can track your location on my phone throughout the entire park without having to try and catch up to you, you speed demon.”

A pang of guilt entered your heart. You knew you could be the speed of light if you truly wanted, leaving Nami in your dust. You held her hand, intertwining your fingers. “I’m going to be slow! I don’t want to leave you behind. I wanna have fun with you. It’s not fun by myself. I would rather be with you.” 

Nami smiled, putting her head on your shoulder as the two of you continued to walk. “Aw, really, my speed demon?”

“Mhm!” 

Nami chuckled softly, shaking her head. After a few minutes of silence, Nami spoke up again. “You really want to run, don’t you?”

“I really do.” You admitted, immediately shaking your head. “But I’m not going to run off! That’s my promise for the entire day!”

The two of you walked at Nami’s pace, as you explored shops, went on rides, doing everything together. When the sky had turned dark, you were completely exhausted, legs ready to fall off. Even though you had matched Nami’s pace, that had allowed you to explore more places you had never seen, taking so many photos you maxed out your iCloud storage. Moreover, both your hands and Nami’s were filled with souvenirs and things you had bought from all the stores, 50% of which you’d discard the next day.

Nami had wanted to go on the ferris wheel, as the last ride before the two of you went home. Well, before Nami would drop you back off at her home. So you sat in the seat next to her, intertwining fingers as the wheel began to move. Nami rested her head on your shoulder, as the two of you admired the amusement park from above, the flashing neon lights shining for miles on end.

You turned your head towards your equally tired girlfriend, planting a small kiss on her head. Nami looked up at you, a sleepy smile on her face. “What was that for?”

“For paying for everything here, and being the best girlfriend in the world. Thank you for spending the money and time with me to come here.”

Nami looked at you, that same look that always made your legs shaky and heart start to thump. She squeezed your hand. “Aw, you really are the sweetest.”

“No, you are.”

“No, you are.”

You giggled at each other. You looked into those sunset eyes, those eyes that made you first fall in love with Nami, the eyes that brought you to where you were now. Your heart began to thud, a thought creeping up into your head. 

“Hey… Nami…?” You said, looking into her eyes, your thoughts growing louder than the sound of the machinery moving.

“Yes, my dear sweet Y/N?” Nami responded, smiling at you.

“I know we’ve been dating for quite a while…but we’ve never said something really really important to each other.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Nami,” You took a deep breath, still encapsulated by those sunset eyes. “I love you.”

The corners of her mouth reached her eyes, as she wrapped her arms around your neck, kissing you deeply on your lips. Your foreheads touched, noses squished against each other. 

Nami broke the kiss, your foreheads still touching and her arms around your neck. You stared at each other, your eyelashes brushing against hers.

“I love you too, my sweet Y/N.” Nami whispered. “You’re my girlfriend, you’re the love of my life. I love you so much.”

“Yeah?” You giggled. “Would you tell the whole world you love me?”

“I would. I love you, Y/N.”

“You only said that to me.

“Because you are my whole world.”

[melishade]

I know you’re doing the prompts but what are Optimus and megatron thought on frieda and historia in the modern day UA?

Previous ask in the Peaceful Timeline

Disclaimer before I begin: I don't mind people asking me other things regarding the other timelines besides the prompts. It's just going to take me time to answer them because I'm busy with work and other things. As long as you follow the ground rules, we're fine.

Also, a side note, I don't like spoiling future chapters of my work. It's just a general rule of thumb for myself when I'm asked about what will happen next. I did tell someone once about Azula showing up in my old TFPxATLA fanfic (which no longer exists), and they decided to be a dick and spoil it in the comments section when it was up on fanfiction.net. Thankfully, there were some people who didn't see it, but the fact that someone was willing to spoil the whole experience for someone else just goes to shows that no one online is respectful and I cannot trust anyone.

So you wait like everyone else.

That being said:

With the Peaceful Timeline 2,000 years later, I tend to take a lot of inspiration from Isayama's AOT modern day AU. Mikasa being goth, Armin being a nerd, Eren being rather apathetic in a peaceful world, etc.

That being said, because Historia is a bitch, Optimus is internally annoyed at Historia's behavior while Megatron absolutely hates her guts!

Megatron: How in the Allspark did Ironspark's descendants turn into that?!

Optimus: Megatron, we cannot control how Historia was raised-!

Megatron: Control my aft! I'm fully ready to interfere to teach this girl some fragging manners!

When Optimus tells the modern day trio that Historia is the most recent line in Ymir's descendants, they can't help but complain and feel bad for Optimus. Armin and Mikasa talk about how she's a snobby cheerleader with more money than she'll ever need, with people following her around like servants. Eren explains that Historia had accused him of doing something wrong when he didn't and harassed him for it. Eren ended up biting Historia's head and the video ending up going viral, humiliating the girl.

Megatron patting Eren on the back: Good job.

Optimus: Megatron!

Megatron: She deserved it and you know it!

Even though Eren explains that he apologized because he felt bad for Historia, Megatron still has more respect for the teen because he managed to make a fool out of that brat. Optimus relents that protecting the family and allowing them pathways to earn more money than they need has caused them some problems. He just wanted them to be safe!

Eren: You made monsters.

Megatron: The boy is right.

Mikasa: Aren't you technically an accomplice in making Historia mean?

Megatron: The difference between me and the Prime is that the bar is on the floor. Any good thing I do will exceed expectations. Optimus preaches about morals even though he's just as annoyed with Historia as I am!

Optimus looks away in embarrassment.

Freida is still kind in the Peaceful Timeline; however, there was a lot of expectations and demands for her, being part of the Reiss family. There have been a few times where she has acted out in the past and ran away, one of which resulted in her getting kidnapped. Both Optimus and Megatron had to rescue her from her captors (Optimus ordered Megatron to not kill them because that would cause more problems for them, and Megatron relents). Optimus quietly reassures her that she would be safe and tells her not to tell the police about the two of them. Freida can't help but ask if she'll see them again, and Optimus says that might be possible, but in the late future.

After that incident, Freida learns to behave and better herself for the sake of the Reiss family. She gets older, studies and exceeds expectations to make her family proud. Uri, the previous head of the Reiss family, ends up dying from cancer, and he lists Freida as the heir to the family, skipping Rod altogether. It stuns Freida, even as they prepare the funeral arrangements. At the funeral, she spots a middle aged man in a hat and a black coat in the crowd before he disappears in an instant. However, in the distance, she spots Optimus and Megatron watching from afar in human form. Optimus had an umbrella over him while Megatron hid under the leaves and branches of a tree.

Freida has taken on a lot of responsibility, and her already thin relationship with Historia is practically non-existent. She has tried to bond with her sister, but interactions have usually amounted to nothing. She was given the family's heirloom ring and gave it to Historia (Ymir and Oshern's wedding rings), telling her to give it to someone she loved, but Historia didn't seem to care about their priceless ring. Her reaction was non-existent. Just apathy. It bothered her. It made her feel upset. Historia had little expectations and was given everything she wanted, but still seemed to want something more. Freida did end up seeing the viral video of Eren biting Historia, and Historia coming home in tears. She tries to comfort Historia, but she tells her to go away.

Freida does still push and ultimately comforts Historia as she cries her heart out. She states her fears of being bullied at school and being alone. She hates how selfish and horrible she's been, and Freida asks her if it's because her selfishness and apathy came back to bite her. Historia is offended, but Freida explains her behavior from her perspective. And tells her that she needed to be kinder, because one day, the world could be ripped out from under her and there might be no one there to protect her.

"If you're always so cruel to other people, they won't be by your side when you need help," Freida warned her, "This is a result of your cruelty, and now you have to learn to live with it."

It ultimately blows over later, but Freida does notice a slight change in Historia's behavior. There is some improvement, but not that much.

Meanwhile, Optimus and Megatron continue to keep tabs on Freida, and are content with the way that she's turned out to be all things considered. They still don't interfere with Frieda's life unless she's in actual danger.

(There's a lot that I have for the modern AU for the Peaceful Timeline, so if you want to ask, go ahead. Also, thought it would be fun to reference Kenny for reasons. Lol.)