#tf his whole head got shrunk!?!?

[princessofxianle]

Edit: im adding this...

Not to be a starember hater on main but literally what the fuck is this

Look how they massacred my boy

[todorokichills]

hey! could i request a chuuya x reader where the s/o basically begs chuuya to wear a maid outfit i thought it was hilarious and who tf doesn't want to see chuuya in a maid outfit?! anyway ty

Chuuya x S/O who always asks Chuuya to wear a maid outfit

A/N: I TOLD YOU GUYS THIS REQUEST WAS TOP TIER- Tysm for the request, I appreciate it! I absolutely LOVE this idea and here’s a pic of maid outfit chuuya to give you a wonderful permanent picture in your mind ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Genre: Fluff and Crack

“Hey Chu?”

Chuuya looked over to you, you had this giddy face and it seemed like you were holding in... wait... laughter?

“Uhm, what do you need, love?”

“Ohhh it’s nothing, I just... canyouprettypleasegetamaidoutfitandwearitprettyplease?”

[insert pikachu surprised face]

“I- wha?”

You calmed down a bit, then repeated,

“I asked, if you can get a maid outfit aaand wear it.”

Chuuya’s face flushed up and he tilted his hat to hide his face,

“W-what? I-I’m not doing that!”

“Awww ok”

You did a little pout then walked away, going on about your day

Orrr so Chuuya thought.

The next morning, Chuuya was eating breakfast when he heard you come downstairs,

“Chuuuuyaaaa! Wanna wear a maid outfit?”

Chuuya shrunk away at your volume, being it’s what? 7 in the morning?

“Huh? Wha? Are you asking me about that maid crap? I told you I’m not buying tha-”

“Oh you don’t need to! I already bought it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

Chuuya shout up from his tired slouched position,

“YOU WHAT-”

“Kay’ come on let’s get to headquarters we’re going to be late!”

You hoisted Chuuya up by his shoulders, dragging him to your shared room,

“Ok, get ready and we’ll talk about the whole thing at work!”

You waltzed out, leaving Chuuya clueless as to what just happened.

Did you just? Did you just say that you BOUGHT the maid outfit?

He got ready, and you to headed to the Port Mafia headquarters

It was a silent drive but when you guys got there and started to work, Chuuya had some documents that he had to give to you, he wanted to ask you about the whole... maid outfit situation

“Hey, Here’s some documents for that tech agency, Mori wants you to look over it to make sure everything is okay with it. Oh, and, there should be an email asking for your opinion on their agency.”

“Hm? Oh, ok, thanks!”

Chuuya hummed in acknowledgment, he started fidgeting with his fingers, questioning himself on whether he should or shouldn’t ask you about it.

“Hey y/n? What did you mean about the maid outfit this morning?”

“Ohhh that, I bought it for you!”

“Wait but WHY?”

“Cause’ you’d look hot in it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

Chuuya literally felt like his nose was bleeding he put his finger to his nose to feel for blood and somehow muttered “sh-shut up.”.

You assured him that he didn’t have to wear it and that it’s his choice and you’ll be fine with it either way.

“Huh? Oh ok, imma get back to my office, love you.”

Chuuya kissed you on your cheek and went back to his office

Now we all know Chuuya would do ANYTHING for his woman

So this man asked Mori if he could take a half-day, Mori, knowing it was probably for you, and Mori adores your relationship ngl so he accepted Chuuya’s request to go home

Chuuya didn't tell you so when you went into his office to return the documents, he wasn't there.

You assumed he went on a break so you just left the documents on his desk and continued your work.

You had finished all your work and was ready to go home. Chuuya usually wasn't finished with his work right now do you knocked on his door.

“Hey, Chu? I'm gonna head home now. Be safe when you're on your way home.”

There was just quiet, you entered Chuuya’s office, to see absolute nothing, nobody, zero.

“Chuuya!? God, where is he?”

You ran home in a panic, wondering where the hell Chuuya went off to.

Deciding your apartment was the first place to search, you reached the door, opening it to find...

“C-Chuuya... What are you wearing”

Chuuya was RED RED like his face REDEFINED the color red

He had a GODDAMN MAID OUTFIT ON

White frills under the dress with thigh-high black stockings

I-

Anyways, the second you had walked in and saw Chuuya in the maid outfit, you knocked out in the middle of the doorway

You had woken up with Chuuya next to your side,

“What happened?”

“You knocked out after you walked in.”

Chuuya was hoping you didn't remember him in the maid outfit but you KNOW you can never forget 😏

“Ohhh I remember now you were in a maid outfit-”

“Just shut up and let's never speak of this again.”

You got teasing rights on him for the rest of your life now 😌

Thank you for reading!

This isn't my best but I hope you enjoyed it ;-;

Daily Meme Time

(づ￣ ³￣)づ

[outerspaceboy]

neurodivergent Y/N not understanding hw

character (s): bakugo katsuki, izuku midorya, todoroki shoto, denki kaminari, kirishima ejirou

notes: (Y/N = your name) gender neutral reader

style: fluff, comfort, soft, x reader (this is my first post, sorry if it’s messy!)

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bakugo katsuki

- so you and bakugo are studying together at his house

- he seemed reluctant and annoying when you asked him, but honestly he was looking forward to it

- when you’d said you’d needed help, he didn’t know you meant you needed h e l p, help, so he just assumed you were missing a problem or two

- after you two set up the workbooks in his room, you started studying

- he began going through the material with you, to which you couldn’t understand shit

- you could feel yourself start to get more and more anxious, tapping your foot and pencil and biting your cheeks

- finally you spoke up and told him that you didn’t understand

- he glared at you quizzically and gestures toward the books,, “we’ve been going over it like 5 times how do you not get it yet??”

- “i just, cant,, i don’t-“ you fumbled for an answer, but there really was no better way to say you just couldn’t focus at all. “it doesn’t make sense”

- “it’s not that hard.” he mumbles, and taps the page before going through it again slowly. “what’s so hard to get about that?? i played it as dumb as i could”

- you furrowed your brows in frustration, looking away in defeat

- at this point you were just embarrassed for not being able to get it

- “oh,” you’d say quietly. “i get it now”

- by the way you averted your gaze and spoke so quietly, he was quickly aware that something was up

- he flicks your forehead and raises an outwardly angry brow (though he’s just concerned) “oi tf is wrong?? you sure you understand?”

- you hesitated, but shrugged

- “i just can’t wrap my head around it, i cant focus, i cant-“

- bakugo stood up and started walking out of the room, to which you were very taken aback

- after a short moment he came back, hands full with a cold water and some snacks. he’d set them down on the desk and slump back down in his chair

- “take a break” he’d fold his arms and scowl at the wall, in his best attempt at hiding his affection for you

- you were a surprised, but took the time to enjoy the snacks and water, watching him curiously

- after a moment he turned back to you and made sure you were looking at him. he spoke in an uncharacteristically gentle , still gruff voice, and tapped the book once more “let’s try again. don’t push yourself, you’re doing fine”

- afterward , he was able to help you with the material in a way which you understood

izuku midorya

- after school one day you asked deku to help you with your homework assignment, because you were so lost

- you figured if anyone could help, it was him

- so he invited you over and you two started to go through the material

- the whole time while he was explaining, you,, couldn’t focus on any of it

- but you didn’t want to tell him that, because he was trying so hard and you didn’t want him to feel bad

- so instead you just kinda,, “yea yea.. makes sense..”

- after a while of this he was starting to not believe you-

- you were zoned out, staring at the wall, fidgeting hopelessly and nodding, “yeaaa, got it,,,, i understand,,, mhm,,”

- “y/n?” he frowned, eyes filled with worry. “you okay?”

- you snapped your attention back to him and quickly put on a smile. “oh, yeah, fine”

- this did not convince him

- deku bit the inside of his cheek anxiously and shrugged “we can take a break if you want? i’m sorry if i did something to upset you!”

- you shook your head and gave a nervous laugh “nah, you’re fine stfu”

- his frown returned.

- you cursed under your breath and sighed. you hated seeing him concerned. “i don’t understand”

- deku raised his brows, “oh? but we’ve been-“

- “going over it for the past two hours?” you snapped, not meaning to be rude. you sighed and sat back, rubbing your temples. “i just can’t .. understand..”

- “what do you not understand??”

- you tapped your leg frustratedly. “.. all of it. i cant get it. it doesn’t make any sense, it’s not- it isn’t registering at all.”

- his gaze softened and he brushed his hand over yours on the desk. “i see. let’s find a different way to study it!”

- “you aren’t mad..?”

- “no!” he smiled at you warmly and shook his head. “you’re doing your best, it isn’t your fault y/n. let’s try something else.”

todoroki shoto

- you two were sitting in the library studying individually, asking eachother questions every so often

- a good ten minutes had passed before it became more of a partner study

- todo was explaining most of the steps in the study sheet to you, which left you c o n f u s e d to say the least

- “what?” you tapped the table, thoroughly irked.

- he looked at you, not knowing what was upsetting you. “‘what’, what?”

- you rubbed the bridge of your nose and groaned. “i don’t get any of this.”

- todo nodded solemnly. “ah. let me explain again-“

- “no!” you said, raising your voice slightly. you quickly shrunk back down. “no, it’s not helping. it’s fine”

- his brows pressed together in concern. “is something bothering you, y/n?”

- “what’s bothering me is that i can never understand the freaking schoolwork!” you mumbled, burying your face in your arms, laying you head on the table.

- todo, understanding, put a gentle hand atop your head and pushed the books to the side momentarily . “i know it’s hard,, i’m proud of you for doing this well so far”

- you looked up, corners of your eyes stinging. his smile calmed you down and you nodded. after taking a small break, he helped you figure things out (you did great on the test too thanks to him)

<3

[mairzymarzipan]

More snippets from that crazy object tf story I’ve been writing

This is an introduction to the character of Victoria Manson, a haunted mobile home.

They found more tunnels.  Winnie and Dudley descended into one of them, and reported they had seen a fox den that they’d past in the first one.  So, it really was a tunnel.  But, why?  Why make a tunnel from one part of the woods to the other?  Naturally it was easier to walk in these tunnels than through the thick, briary woods, but whoever was making these tunnels had digging equipment or something like that.  They didn’t have to worry about walking.

They still hadn’t seen a single truck though, despite the freshness of these tires, and Winnie’s assertions that the scent of metal was getting stronger.  Whatever Winnie was leading to, it was not at the other side of a tunnel.  Which was a relief.  Phillip tried to play it off, but the others both knew he was afraid of the dark.  He didn’t want to go in there, even with Dudley near, and also the three didn’t want to split up the party.

There were even collapsed holes where the earth had simply fallen in on a tunnel, which made the boys more cautious about where they tread, and Phillip forbid his friends from searching any more tunnels.  Neither of them put up an argument.  

They found some tall trees with all their droopy, fabric-like needles on top.  They formed a tentlike bough over a long trailer.  The trailer had rounded corners, and was chrome, and had fins on the front of it.  It was unattached to any truck and wasn’t going anywhere.  No backhoes or anything like that, but Phillip couldn’t complain.  This place was probably a temporary office for a construction company, so it was better to find it now instead of later.

Dudley was hesitant though, “Hey, you two sure you wanna trust these guys?”

“Didn’t the magic take us some place safe?”  Phillip asked.

“Safe from Sugar,” Dudley pointed out, “it doesn’t guarantee we won’t run into someone just as bad, or worse.”

“I doubt you could get worse than an enchantress who replaces people’s humanity with chitin,” Winnie said.

Phillip rubbed him between the antennae, though, “You’re plenty human, pal.”

“Thank you,” Winnie bowed softly.

“Oh, there’s worse than Sugar,” Dudley shoved his hands into his pockets, “believe me.”  Winnie’s antennae came up a little.  

Phillip coughed, “Let’s go talk to them.  Winnie, maybe you should hide yourself in my hat brim.”

Winnie clicked his mandibles, turned his head toward Dudley, and clicked some more, “If he’s not going to hide, I won’t either.”

Phillip nodded, “OK, sounds good, you two guys stay here.  I’ll-”

“Will you let me finish?”

Phillip clasped his mouth shut, then uttered, “Sorry, pal, I didn’t know ya were still talking.”

“I’ll shrink and ride the hat,” Winnie said, “but not for my own protection.  If anyone in there proves to be un’olesome with you, I’ll simply snap back to this size and protect you.”

That sounded fair.  Winnie shrunk down, and Phillip took him from the forest floor, cupping him in his hands.  Phillip and Dudley, Winnie in tow, approached the trailer.  But the closer they got, the more run down it looked.  There were big gouges in the side, and no lights on in the trailer, and they could see tipped furniture through the window.

“Abandoned?”  Dudley asked, and Phillip shrugged.  When he knocked on the door, it was a metallic rapping sound, like aluminum.  He knocked twice, and then again, and when he brought his hand back this time, the door swung outward.  Phillip glanced at the others.  Well, this changed things.  Now they were dealing with an abandoned house situation instead of an office.

“I suppose we can search the place for supplies or something,” Winnie’s voice was so reedy and hissy when he was small, “regardless of whether we’re safe from Sugar, we’re still lost in the woods with no idea where we are and no shelter or food.”

Winnie had a good point.  They had left their phones at Phillip’s apartment so as not to be tracked, but it also left the kind of, stranded here.  The trailer was at least solid, and they could take shelter here.  Phillip opened the door the rest of the way and walked in.  The front door opened into living room type area with tipped couches and a smashed TV.  There wa a beige rug underfoot, a kitchen to right and a hall to the left.

Dudley walked and the door shut behind it.  Shut, and made a very loud locking noise.  The human and the lamp stared at it.  Then there was a series of scrapes, starting at the end of the house.  When the scraping happened in the living room, the window slid across the pane and firmly shut.  Then they heard it happening in the kitchen.

Phillip and Dudley exchanged glances, “Maybe we should leave,” Phillip said.

And so they were at the door, trying to unlock it.  But the bolt was firmly in place.  It was even rusty, as if fused there for years.  “What the sac?”  Phillip muttered.

The house was moving.  The whole thing rumbled, as if attached to a truck.  Phillip ran to the kitchen though and saw that there was no truck attached.  The trailer was either being pushed, or moving on it’s own accord.  

Dudley ran into the kitchen just as the floor started to tilt.  The ceiling tilted, too.  The whole house was tilting.  The ground opened up before them, though.  Phillip couldn’t believe what he was seeing- the fins on the trailer were digging into the earth, creating a tunnel.  “Sac- I think I know what was doing all that digging.”

“Who’s driving this thing, though?”  Dudley asked.

“I know I don’t want to meet them,” Phillip climbed up toward the stove, and reached for Dudley’s hand.  Not up stairs- the floor was just at an incredible angle.  Winnie jumped from Phillips hat, got big, and skittered up into the living room.  Phillip pulled Dudley in, putting his foot on the angle between the wall and the floor for balance.  Winnie was already desperately trying to paw at the door- even spitting acid at the the knob, his antennae to twisted and nervous for him to speak.

“Maybe there’s a back door?”  Phillip said.  The ground was already covering the window as the trailer descended into the Earth, until the weak, streaky sunlight was gone.  

“Dark!”  He squeaked, and Dudley turned himself on.  Phillip put his arms around the lamp.

“Oof!  OK.  Wait- kid- hold yourself together.  We gotta get to that back door.”

So, by Dudley’s light, the three men climbed the hall.  It was difficult though, with the strong angle and the heavy vibrating from all around them.  Plaster fell from the ceiling and a fire detector swung on it’s wire.  Winnie got to the back door, just before the master bedroom, first.  He actually opened it!  But he only opened in an inch or two before it was stopped- probably by earth.

Phillip and Dudley climbed into the master bedroom.  There was a window on their left that was quickly filling with earth, and a window behind the bed.  They climbed into the bed, but sunk awkwardly.  A filled waterbed?  In an abandoned house?

Dudley tried unlatching and sliding the window at first, but it was rusted in place like the doorknob.  Phillip was the first to start kicking the window to force it to break, and Dudley picked up a broken table lamp and started swinging.  Winnie came into the room and started swinging the back of his trunk at the window.  Through the window could be seen a wound of open sky that was getting smaller and smaller.

The house rumbled more.  Which is the say, the rumbling became more intense for a few seconds.  Then, it stopped moving.  The house was at an even keel- or so Phillip’s sense of balance told him.  But it was even darker in here.  The window over the bed was gone, replaced by a white wall.

There were words on it.

Words written in blood!

I should kill u, but IC 1 of u is a vic. of SS’s magic, so lets talk.