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peachsukii · 2 months ago

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— emergency contact

it’s been two years since you’ve seen your ex-boyfriend, and didn’t plan on changing that anytime soon. a nasty villain fight lands you in the hospital during an overnight patrol and leaves you unable to tell the doctors who to call in your dazed state.

✮ content. late 20s. ex-boyfriend bakugo, hospitalization, sappy confessions & second chances. distance makes the heart grow fonder kind of deal.

『 #reis softie sundays 』

Sharp, shooting pain down your back and a desperate cry from your partner ⎯ that was the only thing you remember from the last…four hours? Time is becoming illusive at this point, blending together with how fast everything unraveled around you.

Were you injured on patrol? Did that villain slip through your fingers and escape? Where was your partner in all this chaos?

“Doctor, she’s waking up,” you hear in the distance, muffled but clear enough to understand. A nurse walks into your blurred vision, a soft smile on her lips. “Hi hon, you’re in the hospital. We’re taking you to your room now, hang tight.”

All you can manage to do is nod in acknowledgement, the world spinning on its axis and making you extremely dizzy. Your eyes fall closed, a hazy sleep welcoming you in seconds.

When you wake next, you're not quite sure how much time has passed. The room sits in darkness, the only sources of light coming from the moon outside the window and the various machines chirping around you. There's a static in your head, as if you're stuck on a radio frequency that hasn't been adjusted to the correct channel. Even with all the noise in your head, a familiar voice can be heard outside in the hallway, one you'd never mistake for anyone else.

"It's late," a nurse says, presumably trying to convince him to go home. "Are you sure you want to stay? We can try her other contacts again in a few hours."

"M'sure. Do I need'ta sign in or whatever?"

"No, that's alright. I'll notate it on her chart and let the front desk know. I'll be back in a bit and we can talk more about treatment."

The door slides open to prove you're not imagining things ⎯ your ex isn't a manifestation of your delirious state. Bakugo's standing in the dim light of the hallway, tip toeing inside and shutting the door as quietly as possible. When his eyes fall upon your hospital bed, he notices that you're awake and sighs. "Been awhile."

You don't have the energy to do this dance with him, to go back and forth with lightheartedness like old times. "Why are you here?"

His lips press into a straight line, jaw clenched tight as he seems to silently ask himself the same question. He makes his way over to the bed, taking a seat at the edge by your feet. "I'm still one of your emergency contacts in your hero file."

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. There's no way you haven't updated your database profile in two years...right? Bakugo catches onto your confusion and explains before you have a chance to press him further on the matter. "M'the only one who answered."

What time was it, anyways? Your eyes bounce around the room swiftly to find a wall clock. You squint a bit to read it, finally making out the numbers. 4:30...am?

"What did they call you for?" you yawn, rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes. "I don't even know what happened."

He takes a deep breath as a large hand finds your thigh, resting atop the thin blanket. His touch makes you want to melt into a puddle, memories of your past relationship coming back in waves.

"They didn't tell me much, only that it was life or death. Thankfully, your ass chose life." He shakes his head, a quiet huff escaping him. "Somethin' about a villain's poison quirk. Ya got hit in the spine and it paralyzed you temporarily, an' you fell from someplace high up. Your partner caught ya and the paramedics got to you just in time."

Oh. Well, that explains the pain from earlier.

"But why did you answer their call, Baku⎯" you cut yourself off to correct his name as it leaves your lips. "Katsuki?"

"I'm not heartless, just 'cause we haven't talked in ages doesn't mean I don't care about ya."

You shift in your bed a bit, eyes gravitating toward the window to avoid his gaze. Truth be told, you two ended on decent terms and not maliciously. Wrong place, wrong time...at least, that's what you two chalked it up to. You were both too busy with hero work, too absent from each other's lives to properly be a couple. After a year, you convinced yourself that you were satisfied watching him from afar, catching brief glimpses of his life through interviews and news reports. That was your excuse, a cowardly way to keep him out of reach and prevent you, and him, from getting distracted.

"Hey." Bakugo's fingers squeeze your thigh to recollect your attention, the blanket crumpling under his palm. You're terrified to look at him, knowing full well that in your battered state, you'll crumble like stone if he says anything remotely sweet. Those vermillion eyes of his always had a way of making you weak ⎯ soft. "I was thinkin' on my way over here that I should'a called ya, reached out to keep in touch. M'sorry for not doin' that."

"It's...fine," you stammer out, a shaky hand coming up to wave off his concern. "We don't have to talk about that now."

"I don't wanna only talk to you when you're hurt, or worse..." he trails off, screwing his eyes shut to avoid the dread lingering in his chest. "Look. What m'gettin' at is you scared the shit outta me, and it made me realize that I've got a lot to say after all these years."

Oh boy, you brace yourself for impact, expecting the explosive nature to come pouring out any second. But, it never comes.

Before you could stop him, Bakugo's on his feet and leaning over the bed, arms slung around your shoulders to pull you close. A strange but familiar veil of comfort drapes over you in the moment, pulling on your heartstrings. Your eyes begin to sting when the words he whispers finally reach your ears. "M'done usin' hero work as an excuse to avoid you. I wanna talk this shit out...when you're ready. I'd love to make ya dinner again."

You can't help but let out a breathless laugh, arms finally coming up to return his hug. "Only if you promise to make your special katsudon. I've been craving it for weeks."

He chuckles over your shoulder, squeezing you a bit tighter in response. "Deal."

Who knew that a villain was what you two needed to face your fears, to finally admit that the spark was never smothered into nothingness. And this time, something tells you that you'll both make damn sure it stays ablaze.

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skymar13 · 5 months ago

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The bakusquad reacting to you dying in battle

I was in the mood to feel hurt

: angst

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Bakugo

Bakugo liked you for a long time since you’d snapped back at him during the first mock battle he knew he was interested in you and after that he mindlessly protected you in every attack, he’d never tell you about his crush though how could he? When the war happened he’d never thought one of his biggest regrets would be not telling you the first chance he got

You and him were placed in the shigaraki dome something he was subconsciously happy about meaning he could protect you if you were injured (poor bby) you had been using your quirk on shigaraki wearing him to lower his resolve you knew you had eraser and monoma behind the scenes taking control of his quirk so what was this? Why was shigaraki growing? He grabbed you suffocating you then dropping your lifeless body right in front of bakugo he had no time to register it he just knew he had to fight back after the whole ideal he runs back to your body begging you to wake up and show that you’re okay but the only thing that he got in response was your head falling limp to the other side he cried that day he had so many regrets

Out of his many regrets one stood out to him the fact he was too pussy to tell you how much loved you and now he had to confess in broken sobs

Kirishima

You guys had been dating since the sports festival where you had totally beat his ass. He had a huge crush on you before hand but that’s when he knew he’d make you a wife (not in this life time tho). He knew you were strong so he trusted you to return safely to his arms after the battle.

He was tired he gave it his all and he knew you had too he wanted nothing more than to hold you and celebrate yalls success together. He had plans of a relaxing spa day with endless cuddle and naps. All that came crumbling down as he sees endeavor carrying your lifeless body through one of the warp gates at first he convinces himself you’re just tired or really injured he runs over to endeavor getting a closer look at you when he’s 3 feet away he can see the repeated stab wounds in your chest some so deep the meat was showing endeavor places you on the floor awaiting medical help. Kiri gets closer falling to his knees as he cradles you in his arms shouting for you to wake up to stop playing he says his I love yous and he shakes cradling your face

You had returned to his arms that day, just not the way he would’ve liked.

Denki

He’d had a major crush on you since the entrance exams when he saw you walk in confidently and take down so many of the robots when he saw you in his class he was delighted that the heavens blessed him with your presence. He immediately worked his magic and started flirting you up. It had taken you a while to reciprocate his advances way too late. You weren’t official but smth in your gut told you you could be saying good bye for the last time. Before your departure you shared your first kiss it wasn’t anything intense but it signified your feelings.

He wasn’t aware that you had died until afterwards he saw a bunch of your team mates start filing into the area and he waited for you bouncing up and down excited to share his point of view. Then he sees the recovery robots carrying a cot with your body on it he runs up scared that you must’ve been hurt but as he gets closer he sees your face deprived of color and eyes lifelessly glossy mouth slightly ajar. He knew you’d died just by the look of you. He breaks into sobs and bangs on the floor throwing a tantrum begging for you to come back before he’s pulled off of you by Aizawa and into a hug when he repeatedly grabs him asking why you?

That day you guys had shared your first and last kiss

Sero

You and sero were supposed to be middle school sweethearts. He’d asked you out during your 3rd year of middle school under the cherry blossom trees. Wonderfully you guys had lasted into your first year of hs technically your second if the war hadn’t happened. You guys had been partnered in the same area which he was thankful for.

You had been engaging into close combat with a villain who had a plant quirk. She’d gotten on top of you pressing her hand to your chest. You hadn’t even realized what had happened before you blacked out and just like that you were gone. When sero looked over to you he sees a giant cherry blossom tree emerging from your chest. He feels his heart shatter into a million pieces as he rounds up the rest of the villains he runs over to your body not being able to shake you or get to hold you one last time due to the size of the tree he sobbed and cried for hours until they announced it was over

Cherry blossoms had always been a symbol of your guys love, but now it’d be a reminder of your death.

Mina

You and her had a secret relationship something so sweet that only you and her could share the private kisses and touches or silent sleepovers in each others dorms your relationship was something only you two has shared.

You had the pleasure of going against all for one along with your awesome girlfriend to say you were hyped was an understatement you’d been training for this moment since your extra training had begun. You’d gotten close to landing the final blow before he had stolen your quirk yanking you by the neck slamming your body into the ground repeatedly until there was no possibility of you making it out alive, Mina heard the repeated gash of your body hitting the ground the repeated gags and gurgles until you fell silent with a final thud as he drops you to the ground mercilessly she wanted to but she couldn’t run over to you and hold you and check on you she was as occupied with trying to get out with her own life. Afterwards she held your cold lifeless body blood covering herself , her suit and the ground she places a kiss to your lips with a hushed I love you

You never had the chance to go public who knew your death would be the way people found out

Jirou

She’d always been used to being in the shadows a quiet person people often forgot about. That was until she met you. You never made her feel forgotten or in the shadows you brought a light to her life as if she was a candle you had a physical quirk and while she does not so she promised to support you from the side lines

She was listening to the fight recording it and making sure it was going correctly until she hears your broken sobs your team mates had been too busy you were in the shadows and couldn’t get free from the villain he pointed his weapon to your head shooting you quickly then again for safe measures. Jirou heard the gun shots she prayed it wasn’t you it had to be someone else it just had to be. When she comes out from her spot she sees your dead body slouched on a wall blood flooding from your forehead a picture of you and Jirou falling out of your costume as she leans to you hugging your body silently sobbing and asking someone to help you

You’d made her feel like a lighten candle but as always you have to blow it out eventually

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youaremysunshine-court · 6 months ago

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please elaborate I'm so curious about this

Wow this is so late! I've been looking at this ask for weeks and wanting to reply, but I finally have the time now!

(apologies in advance if you dont know anything about bnha) (but thanks for this opportunity bc idk if ill ever write the fic)

so, way back in the day, endeavour is running around as a starter hero, and one day while hes stomping about, he runs into a civilian. instead of stuttering or shying away, she stands up to her full height of 5 foot nothing, puts her hands on her hips and yells him into apologising to her.

endeavour is, of course, immediately enamored. he lurks around her workplace when hes off duty, and nearly messes up an operation because she passes by and waves at him in the middle.

so of course hes crushed when he asks her out and she turns him down immediately. deciding to try the 'good guy' route, he backs off completely, only for her to march up to him a few weeks later and yell at him for not pursuing her.

so he takes her out for coffee, and they soon have standing dates that are only interrupted by the most urgent of hero business. but endeavours rank is increasing, and the strict morals of the country stop him from running around with a woman hes not married to.

its around this time he gets the idea into his head that he needs to make the greatest hero ever. but this lady (who hes pretty sure is the love of his life) doesnt have a complementary quirk to his. after all, how is the ability to self moisturise going to help his potential hero offspring.

of course, he doesnt tell her any of this because he doesnt exactly need the world to see him beaten into the ground by a civilian, but he does start to search more aggresively for a more suitable bride.

he finds a lady with the ability to produce ice at will, and starts the marriage negotiations with her family. he doesnt like her much, but of course, no one will ever match his personality the way mitsuki does.

he tries to break things off with her as gently as possible, but she sees right through him, which is unfortunate, and also why he bears a steak-knife-shaped scar on his right hand. she storms out of the restaurant in the way that means shes holding back tears, and endeavour has never felt more like a piece of shit.

not enough to call his marriage to rei off though. they get married, and endeavour gets increasingly frustrated when each attempt at the perfect hero comes out worse than the last. when shouto is finally born, endeavour near runs to the closest temple to take a vow of celibacy - if he never has to sleep with rei again it will be too soon.

he sees mitsuki once soon after shoutos birth; a drunken mistake that she assures him they will not repeat. shes engaged to a nice man, she tells him, following along the lines of the flames above his face, a little boring but kind to her. endeavour thinks shes going to have a duller life than him, and hes bored to tears.

16 years later, he's stomping through the grounds at UA, watching his 16 year old son get his ass beat at the sports festival by a little blond goblin whos kicking and screaming and biting, and endeavour has never felt so much anger in his life.

it only gets worse when he goes up to aizawa after to inquire about the brats origins, only to have aizawa quirk a smile at him and say, half sardonically, 'i thought you would recognise bakugo mitsuki's' son.

thats when the seed of suspicion is planted. it's when shouto starts questioning the origin of quirks, that endeavour decides to pull mitsukis files and figure out what a her quirk really is. because how could ms vaseline produce wannabe hero dynamight.

he kicks himself when he sees the uses of glycerine in the industry. even if they hadnt had a child who could shoot ice from his fingertips, combined, their kid would have been the most powerful fire quirk user alive. then, curious, he pulls masarus files.

its then that he really begins to suspect mitsukis been lying to the world for 16 years. sure, its not unbelievable that the blond brat could have got his quirk from masaru and mitsuki, but it does sseem more likely that he can produce fire on will because of a relation to endeavour.

he doesnt confront mitsuki about it; what good would it do. he doesnt say anything to anyone else either, just kicks himself repeatedly for not keeping the one good thing in his life when he had it.

and thats what i have so far in the way of conspiracy theories about bakugous birth.

TLDR: bakugou is secretly mitsukis and endeavours kid but no one but mitsuki knows

thanks for letting me rant about this massive hc i have that has altered how i look at the bnha verse!! hope you enjoyed ♡

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peachsukii · 3 months ago

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worst-ships-poll · 2 years ago

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competition info:

current bracket (will be updated as we go):

complete list of character names and their respective fandom under the readmore below.

submissions:

submit here: [google forms link]

submission rules: [tumblr post link]

SUBMISSIONS CLOSED!

poll info:

this poll is literally to cause tumblr drama because I’m bored. feel free to start discourse in tags or replies. I’m not a mod of my posts and I’m not monitoring my posts. do your thing.

reiterating this poll is for fun, and while I’ll try to keep it organized, I am not going out of my way to make a tumblr poll bracket I’m doing in my free time 100% bias-free or 100% optimized.

I reserve the right to add or remove ships to the initial bracket at my discretion, or to not answer all asks, or whatever else makes it more fun, short of actually changing results (I will let the people decide.) basically, if you have a problem with something about the way this competition is run, I don’t care.

I feel like this should go without saying but I do ascribe to the idea that some ships are inherently morally bad and deserve to be hated. I won’t post about all my opinions on the ships, but if a ship is predatory/offensive/has bigoted shippers I will join in calling it really bad, and I will not be accepting or starting anti/pro-shipper discourse here. it’s 2023, grow up and stop shipping incest.

polls will be posted in batches from their respective level on the bracket and will last a week before moving on to the next set. i.e. all of the first vs. polls will be posted at the same time until a week passes and they’re done, and then the winning ships will be noted and we’ll move on to the second level of the bracket and all of those polls will be up for a week, etc.

posts will be tagged via batches (”batch 1“, “batch 2″, etc), ships, and fandom.

I will be trying to seed it properly based on ship prestige, number of submissions, and common sense. if you have an issue with it after all of that, send a text form complaint to 1-800-YOUR-MOM to file necessary feedback.

full list of ships and characters with their fandoms and rankings:

(struck out listings are ships that have lost in the bracket so far)

1. Dean Winchester/Castiel from Supernatural

2. Kylo Ren/Rey from the Star Wars sequel trilogy

3. Ciel Phantomhive/Sebastian Michaelis from Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

4. Midoriya Izuku/Katsuki Bakugo from My Hero Academia

5. Thor Odinson/Loki Laufeyson from Marvel/MCU

6. Keith Kogane/Lance McClain from Voltron Legendary Defender

7. Merlin/Arthur Pendragon from Merlin BBC

8. Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf

9. Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian from Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed

10. Pannacotta Fugo/Giorno Giovanna from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind

11. Sam WInchester/Gabriel from Supernatural

12. Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter from you know what

13. Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester from Supernatural

14. Tony Stark/Steve Rogers from Marvel/MCU

15. Axel/Roxas from Kingdom Hearts

16. Edward Cullen/Bella Swan from Twilight

17. Onceler/Onceler from The Lorax

18. GeorgeNotFound/Dream from Minecraft Youtubers fandom

19. Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen from House of the Dragon

20. Kaeya Alberich/Diluc Ragnvindr from Genshin Impact

21. Alina Starkov/The Darkling from Grishaverse/Shadow and Bone

22. Tony Stark/Stephen Strange from Marvel/MCU

23. Blackbeard/Stede Bonnet from Our Flag Means Death

24. Uchiha Sasuke/Haruno Sakura from Naruto

25. Dirk Strider/Jake English from Homestuck

26. Dabi/Hawks from My Hero Academia

27. Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth from Ace Attorney

28. Catra/Adora from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

29. Sans/Toriel from Undertale

30. Jack Zimmermann/Eric “Bitty” Bittle from OMG Check, Please!

31. Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze from Star Wars: The Clone Wars

32. Kai/Lloyd Garmadon from Ninjago

rankings was done via a combination of counting the number of submissions and balancing fandom/ship popularity and/or exposure. ship names for the bracket image were found via websearching, I did my best to find accurate or relevant ship names for all of them when applicable.

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haikyuuwaifu · 4 years ago

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Genre: Humor, Fluff, Drama

Warnings: Swearing

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MITSUKI’S A MILF

-After the [redacted] issue Y/N put an end to, she’s spent the rest of her time with her friends and re-finding herself. Katsuki and Y/N grew up together and Mitsuki loves her like she does her son. [redacted] has been trying to get in touch with Y/N through any means necessary. She’s really close to filing a restraining order.

-Denki is the BIGGEST simp for both Y/N AND Mrs. Bakugo. Loves to drive Katsuki crazy about it. He’s also really excited for his childhood best friend to move back to town. Shinsou and Denki have been besties as long as Y/N and Bakugo, so Denki and Y/N understand how much the other genuinely adores their best friend.

-Hanta watches over Denki who watches over Y/N who is watched over by Katsuki. Essentially, Denki, Hanta, and Y/N are a dangerous trio left unattended. Sero and Shinsou have met a few times over the years and get along pretty well. Shinsou always spots Sero a free bag for dealing with Denki for so long.

-Katsuki has always been protective of Y/N and vice versa. He’s also protective of his mom and both Y/N and Mitsuki live to annoy Bakugo. They’ll go to the outlets and flirt with everyone just to watch Katsuki blow his top. Shoto will add his comical two sense when he tells Katsuki he’s going to leave him and snatch up his moms.

-Shoto absolutely adores Mitsuki. She was a better mother to him than Rei could ever hope to be. He’s also really, really fond of Y/N. She’s his partners best friend and he’s seen first hand how close the two of them are. He’s also the mediator when the two friends get into fights. Denki drives him crazy.

-Kyouka and Momo are in mutual pining. They’re ridiculous but they also help Katsuki keep the chaotic crew in line. Jirou is also a Y/N and Mitsuki simp. She’s also been trying to change Shinsou’s mind. Denki is a handful, but Y/N and Shinsou might be the most chaotic duo yet.

-Momo is the ultimate bestie. She and Katsuki spend hours working the other up to trash talk thirsty dudes that aren’t good enough for their best friend. She was extra pissed when she found out about [redacted] and had his car totaled. She’s worried for Shinsou too because she KNOWS the tall man is just Y/N’s type.

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heartfeltheart · 5 years ago

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Number3Hero!Au: Rise (and fall) of Hisashi Midoriya

Warning: Mention of Abuse

Hisashi Midoriya is Japan’s Number Three Hero under the alias of the Flame Hero: Flame Blazer. He grown up watching the rise of All Might and the hero irked him to no end.

Hisashi has a very similar outlook of being a hero like Endeavor has in the canon timeline. Prideful and extremely ambitious. He wants to become a top hero and has a belief that being a top hero should be based on merit and sheer ability alone. Fame should have nothing to do with being a hero, it’s all about the power.

His main problem, Hisashi’s attitude is only just as furious compared to his quirk. Anger always getting the better of him to the point it made people not wanting to get close to him.

He only had two friends during his time at U.A. and even then, he couldn’t call them friends per say. Said friends, were Rei Yukimura and Masaru Bakugo. Hisashi grew alongside with the both of them, but it was more of a one-sided friendship with the both of them up until they all entered U.A. Even then, things were strained.

Hisashi tolerated Masaru for the most part, if only as the latter oversaw making his support items. There… relationship is extremely similar to canon Katsuki and Izuku. With Hisashi being the aggressor and Masaru being the primary target. However, Masaru did put his foot down at their last year at U.A. when Hisashi berated his dreams of becoming a hero with how useless his quirk is when it comes to heroics.

Rei on the other hand… Hisashi saw her as someone that has massive potential of becoming a hero. They grew up as next-door neighbors and were in the same classes for the majority of their schooling career. It was a one-sided tale of supposed love…

In shorter words: Hisashi had grown to harbor feelings for Rei but she only saw him as a friend… then acquaintances as their paths separated them. Even so, one still harbored feelings…

Despite not being well liked, First Year Hisashi was looked up to for his strength and ability. The only problem he had mainly came in the form of Third Year Enji Todoroki. It was the fact their personalities were similar, and both had the belief that when it comes to be a hero, it’s all about merit and ability one has. The main difference, Enji fully understands why All Might always smiles. Enji had taken an apprenticeship in All Might’s upcoming Hero agency and even had taken the chance of working alongside of the hero. This was one of the main changing factors for the Todoroki. However… This shift of mindset caused a once friendly rivalry to an all-out rivalry.

At this point in time, there was peer tutoring and Enji was assigned to Hisashi. Enji and Hisashi had a once friendly, mainly one-sided for the most part, rivalry. Rivalry you might ask, it has to do with their quirks. There has yet to be a top hero who has a fire-related quirk. That and wanting to prove that it should all be because one one’s strength and not fame.

Hisashi met Inko Manaka, from the business course, when he was a second year and she a first year through Rei and Masaru. Masaru knew Inko due to someone knowing someone that resulted with them becoming friends. Rei adores Inko and the two got along rather well to the point they hang out whenever it was possible due to their busy schedules. Hisashi on the other hand… He knew that heroes that wanted to build an agency needed help with that…

Hisashi’s temper began to go on a rise as he watched how the world began to change around him. Watching on as All Might becoming Japan’s Number One Hero, Endeavor, aka Enji Todoroki, rising through the ranks despite just graduated U.A. just the year before. He did not like feeling second best.

As Hisashi trained relentlessly to become a hero at this point. He hated All Might’s signature laugh and hearing how Endeavor, a recent graduate from U.A., soaring through the chart of being a top hero. He hated how his friends were moving up ahead of him while he felt he was in a massive rut he can’t get out of.

Things went ahead for him at his final year of U.A., Hisashi and Masaru were no longer in speaking terms. This caused their circle of friends to split up or did their best to get along with both parties to the best of their abilities. Hisashi was no longer speaking with Rei at this point as their path’s no longer connected as they were in different hero classes along with as she started to grow romantic feelings for someone else.

At this point, Hisashi and Inko had… more or less started seeing each other. No one knew how this came to be or how the both of them got together. It just… happened. Many could see how the relationship was at times, one-sided. With Inko putting in more into the relationship than Hisashi. Slowly but surely, many began to see how she begins to withdraw from many.

When Hisashi graduated from U.A., he wanted to create his own agency, but he did not have the funds, support, or knowledge of opening one. He had to work under several heroes who’s views he did not share. It was only when Inko had once graduated from U.A., and with the vast knowledge the heroic business she plans on helping Hisashi open up his own hero agency. Things began to grow tense between them when it was announced Pro-Hero Endeavor No. 8 Hero had publicly asked upcoming Hero Glacial to be his partner, in heroic terms, then romantic and getting married later that same year. This had prompted with Hisashi and Inko getting married that same year.

Inko did not know whether or not she ever fully loved Hisashi. She doesn’t even remember how she even got into a relationship with him, let alone getting married to him. Oh… wait… all she could remember is Hisashi speaking to her parents and that resulted with them planning a wedding. Never once did they asked her opinion on the matter, she was expected to follow through with it. Despite how much she hated it, she put on a smile as she attempted to make the best of things.

It was clear that to Inko that Hisashi still had deep romantic feelings for the now Rei Todoroki and a deep hatred for Enji Todoroki. She had to cut ties with Masaru as Hisashi was no longer in speaking terms. The shame at the fact her husband attempt to humiliate their now ex-friend caused her to cut so many ties with many. Inko had already stopped speaking with her parents at this point as they were the primary reason, she was put into that position in the first place.

Inko knew her husband just needed assistance with creating the Flame Blazer Agency. He had her running the agency from the background and to ensure she was unseen. Things only got worse at the topic of children always came up. Inko wanted children but did not wanted to bring them up in such… cold environment. The main problem was that Inko was never able to fully carry full to term and it only caused her to fully realize that she needed to leave. Especially finding out her latest pregnancy…

During those months, Inko began to write up divorce papers. She knew that the divorce could not occur until the birth of her child otherwise it would not happen. She had got in contact with her old school friends, Rei and Masaru, and the both of them were more than happy to help her.

Rei and Masaru’s wife, Mitsuki, were both also pregnant at around this time and wanted to do everything they could to help Inko. Mitsuki wanted to help her husband’s friend, especially hearing what Hisashi Midoriya was like back in their High School years. Enji was more than happy to help, any friend of Rei is a friend of his. That, and he knew something has been going on in the background of one Hisashi Midoriya.

At this point, the marriage between Inko and Hisashi was strained massively. Hisashi left Inko along for the vast majority of the pregnancy with the excuse he had better things to do. Inko, for the most part, was grateful for this as the pregnancy was… not a good one. It reminded her of her previous pregnancies and the fear of losing her baby once more, it’s going to be the end of her. Her doctor recommended that she went directly into bedrest for the duration of her pregnancy and the only place she could go is the hospital to ensure not to rise suspicion from Hisashi if she were to stay with friends. Considering he ensured she had no friends she could call her own.

It was half-way through her pregnancy, Inko found her Hisashi was having an affair with someone from the agency. This infuriated her and this prompted her to redo the divorce papers. Originally, she had planned to have a clean break and not asking for much from him. Only getting the last of her paychecks from working in the agency along with everything else that came along with resigning from her position there. That should help her getting a small apartment and help her with her baby once they come into this world. Now, she planned on getting even. She planned on getting what is rightfully hers, half of the agency, home, properties and so much more. Luckily for her, Hisashi hated dealing with paperwork and had her do everything for him. Something she plans on exploiting of.

The day of the birth of one Izuku Midoriya, Inko handed her future ex-husband with divorce papers as she held her infant son. When Hisashi exclaimed he will do no such thing, Inko simply pulled out a file which was produced from a lawyer that stood by her side during this exchange. Said lawyer is one of the top divorce lawyers in the country and is doing this as a favor for the friend of his favorite niece, Mitsuki. In said file contained documents and pictures that could very well ruin Hisashi’s reputation as a hero and as a supposed married man.

Hisashi did not want a divorce. He did not want a divorce. This was the last thing he wanted to happen. However, he knew it was bound to happen. In his own way, he did care for Inko, but his plans always came foremost to everything else. Who to blame her as his anger always got the better of him and she’s the only one that got the brunt of it all? But he did not want Inko leaving him in such state and finding out she knew about the… affair. It was just supposed to be a onetime deal, nothing more and nothing less. But things just got out of hand and he enjoyed it. He knew that what he was doing was wrong and ended it with the woman right after Inko checked into the hospital for 24/7 care. Hisashi did not visit as he felt far too much of a coward and felt he did not deserve it.

When he got the call that Inko’s water broke, he attempted to make his way there, but a hero’s job never ends. Which resulted with where he is now. The first time even seeing his son is in the arms of his mother while he himself, getting served with divorced papers. Despite it all, despite how he wanted to fight for his family and everything he ever built up with Inko, he went back to his long-time goal and deciding this shouldn’t deter him. If Inko wanted a divorce, fine. Long as everything was kept under wraps to ensure his reputation is kept in good graces with the public, fine. He simply threw the file that could very well end his hero career to the lawyer and keeping a tight grip on the divorce papers stating that he will not sign anything until he gets his own lawyer.

Later that month, Inko and Hisashi divorced in impeccable terms. Hisashi finally knew how much control Inko had over his assets and life in general up until now. Inko ended getting many of the properties changed into her name or getting full control over them, that including the agency. In order to keep the agency, the matrimonial home had to be sold and all proceeds are to go into an account for their son, Izuku. Which brings up the custody of Izuku… in order to make things run more smoothly, it was agreed to a joint custody of Izuku with Inko having him majority of the time due to Hisashi’s duties as a hero.

It wasn’t even a month after said divorce that Hisashi found out he was going to be a father again with the woman he had an affair with and in that same year, he got remarried.

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a-coldwordsburningheart · 5 years ago

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[Verses]

[Todoroki Shoto (Nightfire):Villain Verse]

Trigger Warnings: Suicide, self-harm, mental illness/instability

Todoroki had to face at the age of seventeen, the death of his mother, Todoroki Rei. What he was told, was that his mother hurt herself with a sharp object she had found at the clinic, causing her to die from several blood loss. Her absence and the way she left this world, affected him badly, causing his hate for his father to grow even more, blaming him in time for his mother's insanity and the reason she wanted to escape.

A few months later, Shoto reached a point that he tried to hurt himself, considering himself being one of the reasons his mother was that deeply psychologically wounded. Hating his left side, what he thought being his father's side, he tried to slice his left eye, only ending up at the hospital. The scar was permanent, while his eye was saved from any damage.

It didn't take long for him to lash out and attack Endeavor, in an attempt to make him pay for what he had done to their family. He almost sliced his throat, being stopped by his own siblings. Since then he decided not to talk to Fuyumi and Natsuo ever again, cutting them off.

He still graduated U.A. deciding to keep working as a hero using his mother's side only. Still convinced his left side was cursed, he decided once again not to use any of his flames on his hero work, no matter how his old classmates tried to change his mind. After a long time trying to work as a hero, and after managing to raise at the number three of the Japanese Hero Billboard Chart, he realized that he had been surrounded by so many heroes that were exactly like his father. None of them had any morals, only caring for their personal gain, for their fame or money.

That was when a new obsession settled into Todoroki's already unstable mind. Punishing heroes like them should have been his mission. Punishing the heroes that had been like his father, using his left side. Using his father's cursed quirk. That way, he would have been able to restore justice and redeem himself from having to carry his mother's death on his shoulders.

In a few years, a lot of heroes had been found dead or severely injured. He worked both as a hero and as a villain, taking advantage of his rank while having access to files and information no one could. His villain alias has been Nightfire, known to the hero world as one of the most effective hero killers.

Having to change between the moral hero and the merciless villain only caused for Todoroki to lose his identity of who he was as time passed and detouch from most of his emotions. Soon, he started having problems to remember things, or define which profile he had to use in each situation while his mental condition only wonsened through the years.

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[Todoroki Shoto - Villain Verse: A deeper look at Shoto's heart and mind]

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[Todoroki Shoto: Quirkless Verse]

Along with Ragdoll, when the villains attempted to abduct Bakugo, Todoroki disappeared too. He was found later in the Nomu factory. All For One had taken his Quirk and Shoto now has to move on his life when he can't be a hero.

[More info will be added soon]

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[Todoroki Shoto: Deaged Verse]

Shoto was hit by a Quirk which turned him back on the age of five when he didn't still have the burn scar. His state of mind was back in that age too and he doesn't remember anything about being a hero or his mother being in the hospital.

[More info will be added soon]

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[MORE VERSES WILL BE ADDED SOON]

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peachsukii · 10 months ago

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I could listen to him read for hours!!

Thinking about Katsuki laying in bed with you. Your body half way on top of his and your head tucked under his chin.

He has his reading glasses on with a book in one hand and his other hand is alternating between turning the page and rubbing your back.

Initially he was reading aloud to you, but as always you’d fallen asleep 5 minutes into it.

This is is his favorite form of winding down before bed.

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craftyshipper · 6 years ago

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Bring Me Home, Chapter 5: Betrayal?

"Now what kind of hero agency isn't ready for the unexpected?" A voice called out through the smoke and flames.

Momo froze as she clamored to her feet.

That voice.

It can't be.

"Shouto?"

Nothing could have ever prepared Momo for the sight of her supposedly dead boyfriend, standing before all of them, his left hand still aflame with his quirk. His breath coming out in an icy puff as a smirk played across his lips.

Too stunned to move, she barely flinched when Bakugo was the first to break the tense air around them.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Not believing that the person before them was their long dead friend, he immediately got into a defensive position despite the cuts that marred his body from the explosion.

"My name is not of importance." He held up his right hand, which held files that Momo immediately recognized. "I just came for these."

Those were her files from the investigation on the male who was breaking into the labs. Was he the one responsible? This didn't make any sense. He isn't supposed to be alive. Did he fake his death? Did he play all of them for fools?

No. She knew Shouto. This imposter, it wasn't him, it couldn't be. Appearance wise yes, but the Shouto she knew would never bring harm to anyone, especially his friends. But she couldn't deny the feeling of dread that spread through her veins, the feeling that she was wrong about him, about all of it.

"Shouto." Momo called out to him as tears gathered in her eyes. "H-how...?" She choked, a sob threatening to break from her.

Blue and gray orbs flickered to her, and her heart skipped a beat when there was no recognition in his gaze. Nothing to confirm that he knew who she was, or who he was attacking. Almost as if...

She paused as Midoriya stepped forward, his face clearly shaken at the sight of his best friend. Before the one for all user could speak up, she forced herself to talk, her throat threatening to freeze up.

"Don't you remember us?" Her voice quivered. "Don't you remember me?"

The red and white haired male glared in her direction, a frown shaping his lips at her words.

"How can I remember someone I've never met?" He sent a blast of fire their way causing all of them to flinch or move back, a chuckle escaping him at their actions. “What’s the matter? Scared?” He taunted.

The way he mocked them wasn’t like Shouto at all. He wasn’t her Shouto. But how could she deny that he was standing right in front of them.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Jirou shouted. “You died three years ago and now you suddenly show up an attack us? What kind of game are you playing here?”

Jirou’s eyes flickered to her best friend, worried about how this was affecting her.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Quickly shifting his right foot, ice sprouted out and covered them from the knees down, keeping them in place.

Before anyone could react, too stunned to even move. Shouto stepped away and blasted fire into the building once again.

“Heroes? What a joke.”

And he was gone.

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“What do we do?”

“He needs to be stopped.”

“Almost half of our team is wounded.”

“Did he fake his death?

“Has he been a villain this whole time?”

Momo heard all of their words, the questions having also gone through her mind. But to hear her friends say them, for them to have that doubt that Shouto never cared about any of them at all...it angered her.

“Stop it!”

Her classmates, minus the eight that were currently hospitalized, stared at Momo from their seats. Each of them bandaged in multiple places, from their cheeks, necks and arms to the ones she couldn’t see hidden underneath their clothing. But she knew they were there, and the guilt that the one she loved did that to them plagued her mind.

“Momo-” Mina started.

“That wasn’t Shouto.” The words alone weren’t enough to even make her believe it. “It can’t be.”

“How do you explain his appearance? His quirk? The scar on his face?” Kirishima stated. “He’s not exactly someone that can be mistaken for another.”

“It can’t...” She repeated, she was in denial, they all knew it.

Jirou, Ashido and Uraraka went to her side to give her a group hug. Asui joined them as soon as she convinced Tokoyami to help her walk over to them, since she sprained her ankle in the attack.

“Momo, I don’t know how we can deny it.”

Sadness filled her. Despite knowing they were right, it didn’t make it any easier. Tears filled her eyes but she forced herself not to cry. Clearing her throat, she stood up, slowly pushing away the girls. The feeling of walls closing in on her made her breathing heavier. She needed to get out of here before she began hyperventilating or going into full on panic attack mode.

“I’m need to go home.”

Before anyone could stop her, Momo grabbed her things and turned to leave the police station. She knew she should have stuck around since Tsukauchi wanted to speak with them about the recent events, but she couldn’t be bothered. Not with the bombshell that was just dropped on her...on all of them. How could this have happened?

“What am I going to tell his Rei?”

Forcing back her tears, she began walking home, not even bothering to call a cab or take the bus. There was too much on her mind and a terrible ache within her chest. An ache she had believed was finally starting to dull after the last three years.

Shouto, what happened to you?

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“Come on Kira, come to grandma.”

Rei smiled warmly as Kira made her way to her grandmother, dressed in a frilly pink dress and black flats, a huge smile plastered on her face as she giggled the entire way. Kira had her arms reached out for her grandparent and Rei couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her at the joy that Kira showed so openly.

Despite her smile, a pang of hurt went through her chest as she remembered doing this with Shouto when he was her age. And it didn’t help that she had the same smile that her father had when he had taken up walking.

“She’s growing up so fast.”

The white haired woman sighed as Kira stopped in front of her crouched form and placed her tiny hands in hers.

“Gramma.”

The words slipped out of Kira’s lips and Rei smiled warmly at her granddaughter.The little girl loved to her herself talk and would often repeat words as she walked around the house.

“You are just too precious.” Rei cooed.

Picking her up, she turned just as the door of the apartment opened allowing Momo to walk through with a sullen expression on her face. The older woman had a terrible feeling wash over her in waves and she immediately went to her side, Kira still tucked in her arms.

“Momo, dear, what is wrong?”

The raven-haired woman flinched as her eyes looked to daughter and then to Rei. With trembling lips she leaned against the door and slid down to the floor as sobs wracked her body.

“Momo!” Rei knelt down on the floor and set Kira on her feet before pulling the creation hero into her arms.

“Oh Rei.” Momo sobbed into the blue fabric of Rei’s shirt. “S-Shouto- he- the fires-”

“Ssh, ssh.” Rei hushed her and rocked her gently. “Breathe sweetie, breathe it’s okay.”

“No, i-it’s not.” She hiccuped. “Everything is a mess.” She pulled away and created a tissue from her palm before wiping her eyes and her nose. “Shouto...he’s-”

Rei’s eyes widened as she froze at the words she uttered next.

“-he’s alive.”

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The silence that filled the kitchen was too much for Momo to handle as she watched Rei move around to make them tea. It was deafening and she wished the older Todoroki female would say something, anything to fill the quiet air around them.

Kira had fallen asleep not long after she had gotten home, forcing Momo to place her in her bed and leaving her to explain the entire situation to Rei before falling into this bubble of silence.

“Rei?”

Only when she had two steaming mugs of tea in her hands did Rei turn to stare at her. She could see the unshed tears in her gray eyes and it broke Momo’s heart at the sadness that was evident across her features.

“Here.” The white-haired female handed one of the ceramic mugs to her.

Momo took it with thanks, the warmth from the cup reminding her of Shouto’s warm hand that used to hold hers during those long night walks along the beach.

“I’m having trouble understanding all of this.” Rei admitted before she sipped from the gray mug in her hands. “I was there at the hospital the night they informed us that he was dead, Enji and I even identified the body.”

As she said these words, a few tears slipped down her cheeks before they turned to crystals of ice and fell onto the table.

“Oh my.” She wiped furiously at her cheeks a bit embarrassed to have lost control of her quirk like that. “Sorry. I just...remembering that day...I...” She trailed off and let out a shaky breath.

“It’s alright.” The creation hero reached out a hand to place it on Rei’s that was resting on the table, the chill of her skin nearly had Momo flinch away but she managed to bare with it while Rei got it under control. “I know the feeling.”

The women shared a sad smile. The two of them along with Momo’s classmates and Natsuo and Fuyumi, had spent days grieving for Shouto after the funeral. Tears were shed and Momo had come to accept Shouto’s siblings as her own. Not that they hadn’t treated her like a little sister before that, but after Shouto died, it solidified itself in her heart. It helped too that Rei had treated her like a daughter from the moment she was told that her youngest son was dating the creation hero.

With Endeavor it was different, while she didn’t seem like a father figure, she was grateful he had thrown himself into investigating where those Nomu had come from. She figured it was his own way of grieving as well but she couldn’t be sure. With the strained relationship that Shouto and his father had, she wasn’t really sure how either of them really felt about the other, and her boyfriend made it a point to change the topic whenever she brought it up. Maybe he was unsure himself.

Taking a deep breath, Momo stood from her place at the table and grabbed Rei’s empty mug so she could wash them in the sink.

“What are you going to do?”

The question caught her off guard and Momo tensed up as she set the mugs into the drying rack. Honestly she didn’t know what she was going to do. Shouto needed to be stopped. While he hadn’t caused any injuries as of yet, there was always the chance that someone would get caught in the crossfire and she’ll be damned if she let the one she loved cause harm to anyone.

“I’m going to stop him.” Momo promised as she turned to the older woman. “But I’m also going to figure out what the hell is going on, I know Shouto wouldn’t do this.”

The determination in Momo’s eyes made Rei smiled. “But how can you be so sure.”

“There was something off about him.” She explained. “When he attacked us, it was like he didn’t know who we were.”

“Could he be pretending that he didn’t recognize you?”

Shaking her head, the raven-haired female spoke with all the honesty she could muster. “I’m not just saying this because I still love, there was...something about his eyes, it’s hard to explain, but they didn’t show any emotion whatsoever, he looked at us like we were strangers.”

Her words sent a little bit of relief through Rei, knowing her son wasn’t purposefully doing this gave her some peace of mind, but one question still remained.

If someone else is behind this, what did they hope to gain by using Shouto as their puppet?

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Despite her bravado from before, Momo found herself wide awake at three in the morning. She hadn’t been able to sleep, only tossed and turned in her king sized bed as the darkness around her threatened to swallow her whole.

The events over the last ten hours played in her mind over and over again, like a broken record player. She went over every possibility of Shouto’s reappearance and one thing kept nagging at her. If Shouto was alive, than who did they bury that day of his funeral?

With a dejected sigh, she threw the blankets off of her and rolled over to the edge of the bed, although she had no idea why she even purchased a bed so large if it was just her. That thought forced open a wound in her heart as tears choked her.

“Come on Momo.” She inhaled deeply. “You’re okay, everything is okay.” It wasn’t, but she wanted to fool herself for as long as possible.

Leaving her bedroom, she trailed slowly down the hall, pausing in the doorway of the room that Rei was currently sleeping in. Smiling softly, she sauntered passed and made her way to her daughter’s room. She walked over to Kira’s crib, stepping lightly as possible before coming to a stop next to it. Kira’s peaceful expression made Momo glad she wasn’t old enough to realize what was going on around her. She wouldn’t be able to handle it if Kira had been older and come to hate the man who is her father.

Momo couldn’t resist reaching out to brush her knuckles against Kira’s cheek, causing the little girl to sigh contentedly in her slumber. The girl’s presence always made Momo feel better in some way.

“My precious little girl.” She murmured with affection before leaving the room and closing the door half way.

Once she headed back to her own sleeping quarters, she grabbed a set of clothes, hoping the warm bath she was about to take would calm her nerves. But she didn’t get far when her cell phone started chiming, the screen lit up displaying Midoriya’s number.

“Midoriya?” She asked, the confusion in her tone evident from odd time he was calling her.

“Yaoyorozu.” He greeted but his voice hesitated. “Can you come to the police station?”

“Sure. Is everything okay?”

Quickly dressing as she held the phone against her ear with her shoulder, she wasn't prepared for what he said next.

“Endeavor and Gale just arrested Todoroki.”

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scattered-imagination · 5 years ago

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In the erasermic age swap au, would they be friends with Class 1-A's parents? Like Mitsuki? Because every fic ageswap I've read doesnt have her in it and revolves around Enji and Toshinori Haha! And what is Aizawa's relationship with his parents like? Love your blog:)

AWWWWW Thank You!! I’m glad you like my blog~

Mitsuki Bakugo attends UA as student of the business/hero management class. she is the result of a one night stand Katsuki had after graduating High school. Her mother never wanted her, so Katsuki filed for full custody and won it pretty easily. Eijirou has always been in the picture even before the two adults started dating when Mitsuki was 5. he helped Katsuki with babysitting, parenting classes, school, cooking, and anything else a child needs. Mitsuki loves her dads, and is fiercely independent. she has an aggressive technique to making friends. she has her eyes Masaru, who attends a nearby high school. He works in a coffee shop, saving up for university. Mitsuki goes there everyday!

Inko Midoriya lost her parents at the age of 3, and Izuku immediately took her in. Inko calls Izuku dad, and the two get along really well. though Inko sometimes gets doubts about her worth, with her uncle being an amazing pro-hero with such a powerful quirk and her quirk being so weak. she started gaining confidence when she met Mitsuki around elementary school. the two immediately gained a connection. Inko is attending UAs Business/hero Management class, while studying medicine/emergency services. she is debating on what to do as an adult, but UA has amazing options. she is also crushing on the hero-student Toshinori Yagi, but the boy gets so tongue tied around her...maybe shes doing something wrong?

Rei is also a UA student in the Business/hero management class and is in no way related to Enji or Shoto Todoroki. not much is known about her past, but she is quiet and kind, with a fierce sense of protection.

Enji Todoroki is the biological son of Shoto Todoroki, and is a good kid. but having a dad who is a famous pro hero with essentially two quirks and he just has one... it has led to a lot of insecurities and anger problems. Shoto tries to help where he can, and with dating Izuku, the other pro-hero lends aide where he can. Enji loves his dad...but has a problem expressing it. Rei has brought out a softer side to him and has given him a new goal. Rei agreed to go on one date with him, if Enji learned to control his temper and asked her out nicely.

Shouta Aizawa and His Family!

He kept his biological parent’s last name to 1. prove that genes do not define you, 2. for safety reasons due to his fathers pro-hero status. Adopted at the age of 6 years old by his biological Uncle, Hitoshi Shinsou. Aizawa’s mom was Shinsou’s biological sister…although the two never grew up together, they just share the same genes and were raised in different foster homes. Once Hitoshi found out he had a nephew, he raced to the courthouse and adopted Aizawa on the spot. Aizawa’s biological mother and father are in jail for a life sentence due to…undisclosed reasons.

Shouta Loves his fathers, and would never trade them for the world, even if he has a hard time expressing it.

Denki is the fun and “cool” dad, as Eri once described him. Denki is always there to crack a joke, or to interrupt a stressful time with a funny movie or a new video game that just came out. he is loud and embarrassing. Shouta often wants to bury himself in a pillow when his pops overdose it with his quirk and looks like a burnt outlet. but Denki is also the parent that is always there when Shouta has to cry or scream, unusual for him...but needed sometimes. Denki is a lot better with dealing with emotion and feelings. he’s fiercely protective of his family, zapping anyone when they make a comment about his adorable family.

Hitoshi is the serious and mysterious dad, always pushing for Shouta to look outside the box, and to never rely on his quirk alone. he taught Shouta everything he knew about fighting, with and without a quirk. he gifted Shouta his capture scarf a few months before the UA entrance exam. Hitoshi is the one to push Shouta to be his best and never take no for an answer. he also taught Shouta that there is no such thing as a villain’s quirk. every quirk is dangerous and has pros and cons. its how you use them.

when Shouta first came to live with them, Denki and Hitoshi bought him a cat to make him feel at home. and that is how Jinx the black cat came into our story.

Also~

The first day of class, Shouta wanted to disappear and scream at the same time when his dad, Hitoshi, came through the door. announcing himself as class 1As homeroom teacher. his dad definitely did that on purpose, if his evil smirk was anything to go by.

it was his pops though, that first noticed his crush on Hizashi. boy was that a chaotic day in their home, with Denki swooning over Shouta’s first crush, hitoshi being very confused, and Shouta struggling to use his capture weapon to shut denki up.

((thanks for the ask!! feel free to send more, or ask for a plot bunny or anything else!

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peachsukii · 8 months ago

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H.o.l.y. S.h.i.t.

HOLY SHIT.

Saturn, this is incredible. I felt the tension from the beginning to the end - how insatiable they are for one another, the fight to push away the pining and how they gave into one another four total times. Every description, setting the scene, just...I can't put into words how wonderfully delicious this is. Posting the evidence? Giving into the passion? And then the sweet "Stay? I'll make you breakfast."?!

100/10. I'm gonna read this like six more times and swoon.

Thirst Trap: Caught Desperate

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Smut, Prone Bone, Spanking, Pictures - Consensual. Word Count: 4k.

Summary: Read the Intro -> Here.

A/N: Idek what the fuck this is. I've genuinely forgotten how to write - smut especially apparently.

-> Part of the 'Thirst Trap' Collab.

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The first thing he feels is panic.

His phone won't stop. It vibrates against his palm, stirring up a numbness that radiates through his callouses as the screen flickers. The near constant updates create a blur he can't follow, the dull flashes summoning a sharp edge to the headache that has already started to press at the sides of his skull.

Fuck. He sighs, digs a knuckle into the corner of his eye and brackets his hand across his forehead. His PR team might actually murder him for this one.

Prodding at his screen, he manages to slow the endless roll of his feed. The replies are positive, mostly. His fanbase isn't exactly small and, according to the last PR meeting he was forced to attend, they were also predominately women. Although, looking at his phone now, he'd say the divide was probably about 50:50.

Curiosity getting the best of him, he scrolls...

The first few replies he sees are simple enough: suggestive emoji's, notes of amusement, the odd heckle about the size of his cock. Then, there are the more fun ones: the ones calling him a slut, asking to give him more than just head or being up front with their solicitations.

Huffing out a breath, he unfurls, spreading out on the bed and stretching an arm up behind his head. His pants are still unbuckled and pulled to the broadest point of his hips, a casualty of his drunken state. Underneath, his cock presses against the denim – twitching with every mention of the things his fans plead to do to him.

He shouldn't.

He knows its wrong.

Knows that he shouldn't indulge himself.

He shouldn't be thinking about fucking his fist to the thought of an anonymous stranger drooling down his balls, his cock bulging from their cheek, holes stretched out around him as he rolls his hips searching for the thing inside of them that'll make them scream.

His hand cups his pec, broad palm circling gently until he can catch his nipple with each slow pass. It's surprising how quickly his cock catches on. He can feel it leaking, soaking through patches of his underwear as it begs to be released. Letting his hand slip down his body, he feels the tension shake in his abdomen. He's wound tight, muscles shivering even under his own touch as he sinks his hand into his jeans and finally, squeezes his cotton-clothed cock.

He should stop.

Fuck, he should just delete the tweet and get a glass of water.

… And maybe a cold shower.

Licking over his teeth, he's reluctant when he slips his hand back out of his jeans and slams it, somewhat sticky, against his sheets. His cock protests, throbbing with the new lack of friction after being granted so little. It makes it hard to focus, the rolling pit in his stomach, the pulsing of his body – even without his alcohol impairing his judgement, his desire pleads a strong case for him to simply submit.

Bakugo swallows and moves to swipe away from the possibly career-changing tweet on his screen, but the feed is faster than he is.

It isn't the message that catches his eye, not at first anyway. No. It's the username. Your username.

He clenches his jaw.

Immediately, you fill his senses. It had barely been a few hours since you'd had your arms wrapped around his neck, your bodies pressed together as you swayed on the dance floor. If he tried, he swears he'd still be able to feel the soft skin of your thigh grazing against his fingertips as his hand had found its way under the edge of your dress. Your perfume had been intoxicating. A subtle mix of vanilla bean, sandalwood and your sweat had drifted from your collarbones and infested his senses, luring him right to the edge of what he'd known would get him into a whole heap of shit.

That was before he'd made that fucking post, of course.

Now, he was starting to wonder if taking you home would have been the right move all along.

His promises be damned.

Chewing at his lip, he lifts his thumb, revealing the message attached to your name. 'Thought you said you weren't that desperate, huh.' His stomach lurches.

The memories come quick then, fighting through the fog of too many whiskey's and regret.

He'd meant it as a joke, he really had, something to give him some pace, to make you think twice, think of the consequences – but he's never been good at managing his tone and at almost midnight even his belligerence had felt semi-formal. You'd been too close, too pretty, with the promise of a night he wouldn't be able to forget laced between your teeth and he'd... Well, he'd done what he does best.

He'd pushed you away.

Your eyes shine in the dull lights outside of the club, the yellowing tinge spilling from the surrounding lamps doing nothing to diminish how stunning you look. The alcohol has blown out your eyes, swallowing your iris' almost whole – although, he'd like to think he had a hand in how truly taken you look right now. His hand is on your waist, equal amounts keeping you close and at bay as you bat your eyelashes prettily at him and pout.

'C'mon...' You press close, hand searching the expanse of his chest. His heart thunders underneath, picking up whenever you near his pecs, so you slip a had over his shoulder and use his height to ease yourself up onto your tip-toes. 'You've practically had your hand up my skirt all night, what's stopping you now?' You chuckle, clicking your tongue against your back teeth.

Bakugo's snarl twists his features before he can stop it. He can feel the barb, feel the world curl on the back of his tongue before he can do anything to stop it. It tumbles from his mouth, but even despite his attempt to spit it out softly – hoping it won't hurt too much, your nose wrinkles.

'You really think I'm that desperate?'

It's like you've been slapped.

Your hands tense on his shoulders, feet falling back flat to the floor. Part of you knows he's just trying to get a rise out of you, but you're beyond sick of the back and forth. It's been months of this, of you getting close enough to taste him only for him to retreat at the last moment, usually with a snarled comment he doesn't mean, or some silly excuse to protect that softly-beating heart everyone swears he doesn't have. Sighing, you step back – the tap of your heels like gunshots on the pavement as you raise your bag from the crook of your arm and back onto your shoulder. 'Obviously not.'

Your distance reads like rejection, burns a hole in his pride and makes him prickle. He shakes his head and slips his phone from his pocket intent on ordering his own taxi, despite the fact he can barely make out the squiggles he hopes are words. 'Fuckin' knew I shouldn't have let Red bring you-.'

After that the memories grow hazy.

He remembers how you'd somehow smoothed over the hiccup in the conversation, laughing it off in all probability, but even then, you'd never quite come as close to him as before. He remembers your laugh. Remembers how the melody of it had ricocheted around his brain in the taxi ride home. He remembers missing your warmth. He remembers the flash of guilt, his half-hard cock and drunken brain at war. He remembers his phone, the screen a pale blue, glowing. He remembers, he remembers his thumb hovering over your name.

He remembers chickening out...

Fuck.

Evidently, he hadn't chickened out hard enough.

Clicking onto your page, he checks your replies to make sure he hasn't hallucinated your response, but before he can even begin to obsess over it – his phone pings in his hand.

It's a message. A real one. Not something filtered in through his socials. With shaking hands, he opens it and pauses.

He has your number saved under your first name.

Just your first name.

Not 'Sidekick''. Not your full title. Or what department you work in. You don't even have a stupid moniker. For fucks sake, he's called Kirishima 'Shitty Hair' in every single phone he's had since high school, and Todoroki has remained solely Todoroki – even despite the fact, both him and his father share the title.

He doesn't dwell on the reasoning.

Instead, he opens the message and is immediately confronted with a screenshot of his tweet. He cringes. Your reply is underneath it, racking up too many likes for his taste, and underneath that is your text.

You: 'You really are fucking desperate, aren't you?'

He waits, palms sweating, watching as three little dot appear and disappear and then, reappear again.

You: 'Can't even reply to me?'

You: 'You could at least turn your read receipts off. I can see you reading the messages.'

You: 'For fucks sake, Bakugo?'

His pulse quickens, thrumming strong and rhythmic under his skin as if to remind him what it is to be near you. The joints in his fingers have frozen, despite the energy rushing through his body demanding movement. Through the haze of his vision he sees you typing again.

You: 'Can we stop doing this now?'

Yes. Bakugo thinks. God, yes. The room spins as he cranes his neck down at his phone, eyes unfocused... His heart and cock war on, but now, the alcohol makes it far too easy for the tide to sway. Flexing his thumbs, he taps back a message before he can think better of it, before the noise of his life and expectation and the world outside can eat away at him again.

Bakugo: 'Please.'

Your reply takes a second this time, forcing the air in his lungs to crystallize; but before he can drum up too many doubts, there's your name again lighting up his screen.

You: Is that the great Dynamight saying please?

Bakugo: Fuck off.

You: Fuck off, or fuck you?

Bakugo's cock twitches in his jeans. He's so hard it's almost painful now, causing an ache to spread up the deep lines of his hips and radiating through his pelvis. Reaching down, he palms at himself again feeling the heft of his desire in his palm. He types back, one handed, the other already occupied.

Bakugo: Don't play with me. You know he'll kill the both of us.

You: I never did get to give you your birthday present.

Furrowing his brow, Bakugo is taps out a series of question marks – unimpressed with the idea of birthday cake when he had come to expect something a whole lot different, but before the thought can fully depress him – another message comes through.

It's a screenshot. The one this entire conversation began with – his own message glowing from his screen. Except this time, underneath is a message that makes his breath catch in a whole new way.

You: 'This offer for everyone, or just everyone who isn't me?'

Bakugo: You.

Bakugo: It was just for you.

Bakugo stills, his breath jammed in the back of his throat as his brain catches up with his fingers.

Fuck.

He shouldn't be doing this.

He should of just had a wank to all of the filth being sent from his fans. Even that would get him in less trouble than this. Part of him wants to back out, wants to claim a hack or come up with some other equally unbelievable and shitty lie so he can turn tail and run, but there's no way back now. He knows that much. His cock is hard and heavy between his thighs, his drunken mind too far from sober for him to see reason.

He types back.

You don't bother changing. You'd dressed to impress after all. Instead, you snatch a condom from your brothers stash tuck it into your bra and order a taxi, checking the address Bakugo had sent you three times before finally confirming the ride.

The journey is short and sweet, filled with anticipation and the soft jazz that trickles through the radio of the car. You've been waiting for this, grown tired of the will they won't they that had lead to this moment, but now it's here, you find yourself: nervous.

The car mounts the curb, almost sending you sprawling, then a tenner and a lift ride later, you're at his door.

He opens it before you knock looking a little more together, but still drunk. You can feel it too, the alcohol still flooding your system and making everything just a little easier. Still, nothing is as easy as coming together. You mouth drops open, an unspoken question lingering on your tongue and then, Bakugo is on you.

'C'mere.' Using one hand, he hooks it around your waist and tugs at you to him. Your bodies collide, palms coming up to rest against his chest as you peer up at him. He doesn't know how he's resisted you for so long, how he's kept true and stopped this. After all, looking at you now cradled in his arms, it is obvious this was nothing, but inevitable.

Your lips come together easily. The kiss is harsh, full of pent up tension and a longing that has broken you both. He nips at your bottom lip before you flick your tongue against his teeth, tasting him properly as he lets you in.

'Holy shit.' Panting, you claw at him – your hands are everywhere: at his buttons, his chest, wrapped in the chain circling his neck. He pays you back in kind grabbing at your hips, taking handfuls of you with an eagerness that radiates through his entire body.

With an unceremonious grunt, he bends at the knees, slipping his hands under your thighs to hoist you up against his waist. He pulls back a slither, blinking at you, his shoulders straining at he takes your entire weight with ease and presses you into the wall of his hallway. A wicked grin takes his lips as you squeak, arms and legs wrapping around him to cling on. 'Hang on.'

He kisses you again then, pressed to the wall, but before you can catch you're breath he's off. You make a stop at a small counter where he presses his clothed cock to your cunt, letting you feel just what you're getting yourself into and again at the wall outside of his bedroom. There he almost leaves your neck raw, biting and sucking, but never enough to leave too much of a mark.

You stumble into his bedroom still cradled in Bakugo's arms. There's sure to be bruises on your elbows, a symptom of attempting to peel him from his shirt while he careened through the doorway, but as your back hitting the bed and Bakugo hovering over you, you find it hard to care. Reaching into your bra, you slip out the condom with two fingers and present it to him by waving it under his nose.

Taking it with his teeth, he grins as you let out a sigh that settles in his bones. Beneath him, you look insatiable. Your eyes have blown out, the black of your iris' banishing whatever colour had once been there. The dress he'd been so anxious to get under all night is rumpled, the slit cast aside exposing the thickness of your thighs and a slither of cunt covered by a pair of soft-looking red lace. The bodice is low, the heaving of your chest apparent – your tits held high, pressed together and begging for his hands. Slipping a hand up your thigh, he brushes his fingers across the flesh and earns himself the most pretty of moans.

'I knew you'd break.' Lifting your leg, you kick out at him softly – the ball of your heel connecting with his shoulder. You perch on your elbows, eyes swollen, the pulse of your cunt matching the beating of your heart. It's been rough until now, a clash of teeth and nails, but its hard not to notice the bare desire you see splayed out in his eyes. It's mixed with carmine, a colour that barely covers what, if nurtured, could become love. 'Knew I'd have you.'

He grabs your ankle and pulls on reflex, yanking you down the bed. 'Did you?' Under his skin he feels feral. Something that's only made worse when you lick your lips and nod.

His restraint snaps. Grabbing at your hips, he kneads the fat there before flipping you over. You bounce, a scream escaping your throat, but he quickly transforms the sound into a moan with a harsh slap against your ass.

'Thought you wanted head?' You laugh, feeling your skin prickle under him. There's a rustle behind you, the tell tale sound of him shucking down his jeans and then, his fingers are pulling your underwear away from your cunt and exposing you to the air.

'You always this much of a brat?'

You wriggle and lift up your hips. 'You always this hard for me? Oh wait...' You chuckle. 'You are.'

A growl rumbles in his throat, but it's not anger he's feeling. Taking his cock in his hand, he gives himself a cursory pass – the stickiness of his own pre cum making it easy. His head rocks back on his shoulders. With a bottle of whiskey still coursing through his vein's he's more than sensitive, the simple passes of his hand having him ready to blow – God only knows what the feel of your cunt will do to him.

'C'mon... Fuck me, forget the condom – just -.' Reaching behind you, you attempt to grab at him – to pull him close, get him to touch, to taste.

Chuckling to himself, he bats your hand away easily. 'Nah-ah-ah. Don't think you deserve me raw, sweetheart. Only good girls get that.' He squeezes the base of his cock, stopping a premature end as he tears through the tinfoil of the condom and slips it on.

You go to whine, to kick your feet and protest him not giving into you, but you're not even given the chance.

The first thing you feel is impossibly full. The next is overwhelming pleasure. Bakugo hadn't wasted time prepping you and to be honest, you hadn't needed it. You're soaking, cunt dribbling greedily onto his mattress – like you haven't been waiting forever for this moment. You arc your back, one hand fisting his bed sheets as the other curls around the wrist he plants beside your head. The pace he's set is brutal, each thrust pushing deeper inside of you, taking you as he pleases as you cling on and submit to it.

'Where's the cheek now, huh?' He pants. Honestly, he's surprised he's not cum already. Your cunt milks him, squeezing him so deliciously that he doesn't think he'll ever find anyone better.

Then again, he know what they say about forbidden fruit.

''m sorry.' You moan, back curling as he fucks you harder. It's pathetic how he's barely given you anything and yet, you're already creaming around him. Your body begs for release, teetering you on the precipice of ecstasy as he uses you relentlessly.

'No your not...' Bakugo chokes out, teeth bared as he clings to the last threads of his control. Your tight now, too tight to not be close and if the way you're moaning and almost drooling onto his bed is anything to go by – he's not wrong. Leaning over you, he licks a thick stripe up between your shoulder blades before resting his lips by your ear. When he speaks is a growl, a command that comes from deep within his chest. 'Touch yourself... C'mon, show me how pretty you cum.'

You don't need telling twice. Forcing your arm beneath you, you draw quick, awkward circles on your clit and have to remind yourself to breathe. Your orgasm hits you like a train. Every muscle in your body tenses, your eyes rolling back into your skull as the high continues to roll through your body. It feels like a millennia until you come back again, until your limbs begin to feel under your own control and you become aware of Bakugo still frantically prolonging your high.

'Shit, shit, shit...' Pulling out, he ignores your protests before quickly rolling off the condom. It takes a singular pass of his fist before he cums, a grunt thrown from his chest as he releases himself over your ass. His mess is sticky, a pearlescent sheen that drips between your cheeks and onto your raw cunt – your clit still twitching.

In a moment of madness, he retrieves his phone from his pocket and snaps a picture of the scene. In it, only the edge of your dress can be seen, coupled with the most distant droplets of his spend as it decorates the skin of your thighs.

'Post it.' Craning over your shoulder, you hiss at the new soreness in your limbs as you roll onto your back. You tilt your head, signature mischief returning to your cheeks. 'Got to let those fan girls know you've already being taken care of...' You flash a smile. 'And I'd really hate to see your DM's right now.'

Against his better judgement, he tosses you his phone. 'Knock yourself out.'

It's almost six in the morning when you finally settle for bed. You'd gone another three rounds. Once in shower, over the vanity in the hallway and then, again in his bed and each time had seen both of you aching and sore and more than pleased with yourselves. You'd posted the picture and Bakugo's phone hadn't been quiet since – not that you minded. It wasn't like anyone could really tell what it was. The lighting was awful, the image blurred and you'd cropped it so there was no chance of anyone figuring out who you were.

Still, the idea of it stirs up something hot and heavy in your stomach.

You'd laid your claim now.

'I will never know how you're such a demon when you're brother's a God damn golden boy.' Bakugo's breathing has just about leveled out, you hand rising and falling in a more subtle rhythm where it lays on the center of his chest.

You wrinkle your nose. 'Can we not talk about my brother while I can still feel your cum dripping down my ass, please.'

Bakugo chufs, but relents. His thumb rubs soft circles in the skin of your shoulder, a gentle beckoning to sleep as both of you watch the sun rise and fill his bedroom window with a brilliant orange. 'Stay?' He kisses your forehead. 'I'll make you breakfast.'

Nuzzling into him, you're about to agree – mind already reeling at the possibilities of Bakugo's cooking and another round at a more respectable hour – but, all thoughts cease when Bakugo's phone pings with a message.

'If this is my fucking publicist you can explain yourself.' Bakugo tuts, but there's still a warmth in his smile that betrays his annoyance.

You giggle. 'Happy to.'

Flipping over his phone in his hand, Bakugo's mouth drops open when the screen glows to light his face.

There's only one message on the screen.

And it isn't from his publicist.

Shitty Hair: 'Really dude, my fucking sister?'

#i also passed away when he fondled his own chest like??? byeeee that's hot #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #mha smut #reis bakugo files #smut #☆.reis library

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