#the fluffy adventures of shigaraki

[wri0thesley]

anime & game merch and sales post!!!

(genshin impact, jujutsu kaisen, my hero academia, jojo's bizarre adventure)

hi friends! i'm downsizing pre-wedding and i'm selling some merch i bought doubles of, i bought in bundles, i bought to make itabags and never got around to, etc!!! i've sold stuff via tumblr before, but if you are worried: i will use paypal goods and services so you are covered, and i'd be happy to share my vinted/etsy/some other source of feedback with you if you ask in my dms (there's just some sensitive location info so i don't want to share publicly on this post!).

all of this is official merch; either bought through mercari.jp, a japanese shopping service, direct from manufacturers, or the official tmall (in the case of genshin stuff!).

i would prefer to ship within the uk, but i'm happy to ship internationally at your cost!!! shipping costs for the uk and the usa are as follows, ask if you want another country estimate:

UK: £3.30 for Tracked 48 postage USA: £18 for International Tracked; if it ends up being less, I'll refund the difference (it's hard to know for certain without knowing exactly what I'm sending and the weight!), but according to Royal Mail it should be around there!

ok! there's the boring stuff. merch under cut and under headings!!!

Genshin Impact

metal itto keychains! these are HEAVY, honestly, and they're super cute but my itto love simply is not as strong as my love for some other boys and i HAVE to downsize. £8 each, £15 for both

as you can tell i intended to make an itto itabag VFNKJVFN. chibi/emoji buttons, £5 each, £15 for all 4.

itto emoji sticker keychains £6 each, £10 for both!

these ones are bigger buttons than the emoji and are fun and shiny! £6 each, £15 for all 3.

baizhu 2 charm bundle; £10 for both or £6 each.

Miscellaneous genshin stuff; song of broken pines metal keychain, noelle kfc collab badge, a button of ayaka from the clothing collab. £5 and just take them off my hands bdfgvnkjgfnkb.

Jujutsu Kaisen

JJK Bandai Banpresto Nanami figure; I accidentally pre-ordered this twice so I need to sell my double! You can see what it looks like out of box here. £15. SOLD

Gojo hotel-key style keychain; £5.

Mahito Pita! charms; I have doubles of them! £6 for both or £4 each.

nanami bundle that i'd rather not split because i am LAZY dfvnjkgfbnkj. 8 x acrylic charms, 2 x buttons and 1 x acrylic stand. £20 for everything. SOLD

My Hero Academia

Endeavour and Pompompurin Sanrio collab merch; £8 for both.

Twice bundle including four buttons and two acrylic charms (two of which are the sanrio collab stuff for him!). £15 for everything.

Toga bundle (realised I forgot the acrylic stand for her which is why it's on its own!). Orb keychain, acrylic stand, two acrylic keychains and four buttons including the Sanrio collab stuff (Toga had Kuromi which is VERY cute!!!). £20 altogether.

shigaraki keychain bundle; one plush orb, three pita! keychains, one rubber keychain and three misc acrylic charms. £20 for everything.

the BIG ONE. there are i THINK 30 assorted shigaraki buttons here that i cannot be bothered to separate; some are from movies, at least one is live action, some are celebration buttons or from exhibitions. they're from a shigaraki itabag i never made. £30 for everything (that evens out to £1 a button!).

shigaraki x gudetama sanrio characters collab bundle. acrylic stand, acrylic keychain and badge. £12 altogether.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

prosciutto micro-organisms / tomonui . they ARE official and i love them very much but i do not need five so these two are going to new homes, i hope! i'll lint-roll them before sending bc they're a little fluffy despite just sitting in a box for the better part of a year fgbnkjbgfnkj.

£15 each, or both for £25.

[chronosbled]

If they had a kid meme for tams and shig <333 I miss them

send me a ship and I’ll tell you their:

Name: Sae Shigaraki

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Sae looks exactly like his mother, having both her light blonde hair and red eyes, even going as far as to dye parts of his hair in the same shade of purple and black that she has. His hair is long and actually reaches down to his ankles, but in order to keep his hair from catching on things, he usually keeps in in a long braid over his shoulder. Additionally, Sae has very feminine features and is often mistaken for a woman when his back is turned. He also sometimes wears rather large rounded glasses despite not actually needing them.

Personality: Sae is the absolute epitome of fluffy kittens and rainbows despite the colors that he chooses to wear (this is mainly to match with his parents). Despite being the Symbol of Evil's son, he does not possess a single mean bone in his body, instead he'd much rather travel around aimlessly and read a large variety of books. He has an extremely big heart and is easy to make friends with, though this also means that he falls in love very easily too (and gets heartbroken easily as well), hence why he generally is accompanied by his big sister, Sabrina (or Rina as he likes to call her). Along with reading and exploring, Sae also likes to nap... A LOT. He's just a lazy little guy when he's not adventuring.

Special Talents: Sae has a rather unusual talent for solving problems, and I don't mean just regular problems, I'm talking about overly extravagant problems that really shouldn't have any proper solutions. For some reason, it's almost like Sae is able to see other's problems in visual form without even being told and can then somehow manifest a solution, even if such a thing seems impossible. Most believe it's probably his special quirk, but as far as he knows, Sae hasn't manifested a quirk yet. Or has he?

Who they like better: Sabrina. While he does love both of his parents very much, his favorite person is actually his big sister. He always has such fun being around her and going on adventures together, even if most times their adventures just take them to the grocery store or the library. So long as he's with Sabrina, there's always fun to be had.

Who they take after more: Sae definitely takes after Tomura when he was a small child. He has all of his child-like happiness and hopes for a bright future where he can become a pro-hero with his big sister, Sabrina. He wants to become a sister-brother hero duo just like his father wanted to do with his older sister, Hana.

Personal Headcanon: Sae has a strange obsession with collecting rather large rounded glasses whether they're just for fashion or even just to help improve one's eyesight. It doesn't matter to him, he's got a massive collection. Sometimes he even likes to put them on Sabrina.

Face Claim: Yunan

[sugoi-and-spice]

7. 12. and 31 for the ask game pls? :) ?!

gosh, im so curious about the reader from play nice :) !

7. Do they have any unusual fears?

Oooh, I haven't thought too much about this one. Obviously her big/deep-rooted fears are of being excluded and standing out, not to mention inconveniencing or losing her family. But those aren't particularly unusual. She doesn't have a lot of the big fears like heights or bugs or drowning - she's a pretty adventurous person.

I'd say she's probably not a huge fan of birds. She spent a lot of time at the beach where birds flocked to, stealing food and getting in her face. So yeah, she doesn't trust 'em.

She's probably a little too attached to her cellphone/technology for her own good, so she definitely freaks out a little when she loses it.

12. Do they have any sense of style? Regardless of the answer do they believe they have a sense of style?

Yes, she's super fashionable! A very active consumer of social media and fashion magazines, she always tries to stay on trend so that she can keep up with her friends. Although, she does also like fashion and make-up for herself as well. She doesn't just believe that she's fashionable, she knows it. After all, she spends a lot of time making sure of it.

31. What superpower would you choose for them and what would they choose for themselves? If they have one would they choose something else?

Hehehe, ohhh what a poignant question for this one. Essentially, if she were in the canon - what quirk would she have, right? This is such an interesting one, there's a couple of directions we could go with it.

My first thought would be to give her a power related to water or swimming to continue with the water symbolism. Maybe she has a super-human lung capacity or she has some heteromorphic traits in her family history and got some gills?

In Play Nice canon, I think MC would choose to be able to read minds so that she'd know instantly what a person was about and would have an easier time fitting in with them as a result. But she especially wishes she could read minds after meeting Shigaraki. What's going through that fluffy head of his is just a complete mystery to her.

Although, in normal MHA canon, if she had this power, I think it would come with the side effect that she reads everyone's mind - even those that she doesn't want to. It just all plays for her like any other chatter/regular out-loud conversations would. It would help her in fitting in, like she wants, but it also would be emotionally devastating at times when people thought a little too honestly about things. Not to mention, it would be dangerous when she unintentionally mind-read the League.

OC Asks!

[myherohcs]

Shigaraki's S/O: Tomura, if I ever die, I want you to cut off my hand and wear it on your dick.

Shigaraki:

[myherohcs]

What is happening here

never in my L I F E did i think we would see this kind of light-hearted expression from tomura. 

[yanderenightmare]

How would our yandere boys of BNHA react to their girlfriends telling them that they're pregnant?👀

yandere ! fluffy BNHA headcannons

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNING: heavy yandere-vibes, abduction, guilt, anxiety, profanity, drug mentions, Stockholm syndrome, pregnancy, implied DUBCON/NONCON

KATSUKI BAKUGO - KACHAN

Time to prepare for fucking Ragnarok. He’s writing lists, buying everything on the lists twice over, reading books on parenting and raising children and quirk development and everything and anything to satiate his gaining anxiety. He’s pushing his darling to do several different cardio exercises, either walking about inside the house with him or even letting her go outside for fresh air and sun, always assisted by him of course, putting aside his normal fear of her escaping as his newfound paranoia of the baby not being healthy threatens the foundations of his fragile composure. He hires a personal trainer to teach them what they’re supposed to be learning in baby class, if they could go outside. He’ll even be contemplating letting the media know as so to avoid hiccups later down the road. Testing his darling from time to time to see if she truly has come to terms with their arrangement, finding that he’ll probably never be satisfied, never feel comfortable enough to allow her back into the real world.

Other than that, he’ll be at his darling’s beck and call, so much so she doesn’t even have to ask for anything before he’s there with the exact thing she needs, even at times she doesn’t even know what she needs. And he’ll definitely be fidgeting when he’s not able to make her comfortable. Foot-rubs and messages are never ending, he’s cooking all the food from scratch with purely organic vegies and fruits and wheats and grains and strictly no candy or anything considered slightly unsafe for either her or the baby to consume, that also means no TV or screens of any kind. She’s never been allowed cigarettes or anything of the sorts, so that window has already been checked, but all alcohol is also stripped from the house now as well and of course those sleeping pills he would sometimes take advantage of when he had no other choice.

Katsuki is slightly freaking out on the inside, wanting to pull his hair out, pick at his scabs, bite his nails…. but, he’s keeping himself in check to support his darling. He’s adamant on the fact that nothing will go wrong with this pregnancy and he’ll soon have a little, squishy, bubbly, bundle of firecrackers running around the house. He can sense happiness just around the corner, but it’s a sharp turn, he’s afraid they might just skew off into some unknown territory where he has no chance of getting back on the road again.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

Dabi is in full on freak-out, suddenly looking at his hands as though they are knives. How can he ever raise a child? Will the child be like him? Oh, how he hopes, prays, screams at whomever out there’s listening, that the child’s more like his darling than like him. That the child is feather-soft and pretty-eyed and has a heart of daisies and not made up of scars and callouses and bitterness like him. But… it’s really up to him what their child becomes. That’s his responsibility. His job to not allow the flames of childlike wonder to snuff out, his job to keep them alive.

What if they get hurt? What if his mishaps get them hurt? What if he hurts them? Besides… they cannot possibly live here, in this dump of a villain base. That’s no place to raise a child. A child needs friends, other children to play with. A child needs a garden, where they and their friends can play. A child needs to feel safe. A child needs to be able to look out a window at night and see the moon and stars and to see the sun wake up in the morning. A child needs to go to school. A child needs to run and bike and scrape their knees on the sidewalk only to come home and have their wounds cleaned and band-aided, only to go out and do it all over again. This is what a child needs to not end up like him.

He buys a house. A nice house, with a white picked-fence and a lawn and a cherry-tree where he hangs up a swing. His darling loves it, she spends most of her time out in the garden, in the sunlight, smiling, glowing. It feels nice. It feels harmonic. They have a kitchen now, but Dabi doesn’t know how to make any type of food sept for cup-noodles, but his darling is eager to teach him. She’s so sweet. She’s always been sweet and soft and too bright for the dusty room-complex he’d kept her locked up in for so long. But in this lighting, in this setting, in this life he’s finally decided upon, she looks like she belongs. He can’t say the same for himself. When he pictures the future, he sees his darling and their child out on that swing he put up, but he doesn’t see himself. He doesn’t deserve this, not when he’s so sure he’s going to have it all destroyed. His darling is a good but bittersweet reassurance, how she hugs him close, kisses him so softly he nearly forgets how many people the same hands wrapping around her small breakable body has killed.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

Confusion. It’s strange but the whole affair leaves him feeling younger. Too young. The things he doesn’t know, the unprepared oblivious state leaving him at an utter loss. He’s just not ready for this, he’s unsure if he’ll ever be ready for this. He’s never pictured himself in the scenario. Never once humoring the idea, but now that it’s being shoved at him whether he wants it or not, he has to simply accept it. He barely knows up from down as time passes. Leaving him stating the obvious to thoroughly grasp the situation without letting it slip. His darling is pregnant. He’s going to be a father. A father. Dad. The word barely making sense to him as he rolls it around on his tongue.

He’s having a kid… half the time he still feels like a kid himself. Throwing fits, playing games, eating trash. But… maybe that can be a good thing. Maybe his fits will subside in the fresh light of an infant’s earth-shattering cries and wails and screams, his infant, his child. Maybe it’ll be good for him to finally learn a few things, maybe he’ll grow up just a little bit. But only a little, playing games is something he can do with a kid. Besides, kids eat trash too. He doesn’t have to give up everything, or… at least not forever. How long does it take before kids become mobile enough to hold a controller?

It’s going to be somewhat of an adventure. It’ll be somewhat pioneering in a sense. Not in the way of planning a new attack or kidnapping or planning someone’s death, but planning someone’s life instead. He’s created life as opposed to what he always does with those hands of his. He’s created life, he’ll have to take care of a life, care for a life, send that life into the world so that it’s not just alive but living. It’s humbling in the same way it’s glorified. So much responsibility. Life suddenly feels longer, eventful, important, dutiful and not just his playground, not just his blood-field, not just something to watch burn, but something to better.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Oh no. A baby? He’s not prepared for this. He’s so used to things being avoidable, or delayable at the least, this isn’t avoidable, this is happening whether he wants it or not, sooner than he can control. That stresses him out more than anything, the state of not having any control over the situation, leaving him frustrated, sporadic, afraid. He suddenly knows nothing about anything, his mouth is constantly dry, and he finds himself thinking of how strange and heavy the weight of his tongue feels to distract himself from the mess he’s created. And the only reason to it being a mess is because he has no idea how to protect everything from breaking into shambles. That’s more or less what breaks him the most, knowing how he’s most likely the one to ruin everything, that failure will probably be his fault.

He manages to calm down somewhat. His darling, in all her natural maternal feline instincts knows more or less what to do and how to do it, not really needing Hitoshi to provide her with anything on his own but what she tells him to do. And, despite needing to constantly hold the reigns, Hitoshi’s surprisingly glad or relieved more than anything, that his darling took the wheel so effortlessly. God knows he had no clue what to do. But, he has questions; bundles and mountains of inhuman questions. How many kids do Neko’s usually produce, when normal kitty litters sum up to nine kittens? Can he take care of nine kittens?! His darling doesn’t have nine nipples so he guesses that doesn’t make much biological sense. What else: how will a mini version of him look like? What more: what will a mini version of him with a cat’s features look like? Lastly: how does he feel about that?

He’ll help in the ways he still knows how. Cleaning makes up for most of it, since food has never been his specialty and now that food is significantly more important, he lets his darling control that too. Messaging and petting and cuddles making up for the rest of his helpfulness, which often gets frustrating for the both of them, given that they’re used to a certain spontaneous erotic lifestyle that now is out of reach.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Satisfaction. Finally, his little songbird needs him. Soon she’ll barely be able to walk on her own, she’ll need him for everything, be completely dependent on him, no longer in position to afford scowling at him or barking or biting or scratching or screaming. Knowing how something very soon will take her place in those extremities, and how they both will be exhausted and on the same side for once. He’s got it all figured out, he’s going to take a couple years off, to stay on with birdie number one and birdie number two. The days will be short but buzzing, between breakfast and collapsing into bed with his darling once the hours run to a close, waking up to screams that seem so welcoming and not at all like the onset of death as other parents make it out to be.

He can see it all so clearly. Soft-tinted days of baby-food and building-blocks and flying lessons, their baby with either his inherited crimson wings or his darling’s coat of pearl-white angel-feathers, perhaps a mix of both, how their little angel will fly from his arms to his darling’s arms, falling at times, but learning and prospering, becoming the embodiment of greatness. He can’t help but wonder how beautiful their child will become, being the product of himself and his darling, they’ll probably look godsend or like an actual god on earth. Wondering if they’ll have golden hair and golden eyes like him or satin hair and doe-eyes like his darling, how a mix of the two of them could be called perfection itself.

But, first things first. He doesn’t have time to humor his daydreams too much, never mind how tempting when they’re so close he can almost taste them. His darling needs him more than whatever imagines he conjures up. His instincts kick in, yet his humanity has last say in most of the decisions he has to make. The nest not being made up of sticks and mud like he was gravitating towards, but of pillows and blankets and plushies. Food not being made up of worms and insects but human cooking instead. Other than that he’ll stay in bed with his darling, stroking her feathers and feel her relax and stretch each time he hits a particular soft spot, listening to that special type of moan he’ll argue is the softest sound in the world.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

It’s cute of her to think its big news. It’s cute to watch her walk around pondering, wondering what’s wrong with her. Why her breasts are larger, sensitive, tender. Mistaking her morning sickness, rushing to the bathroom gulping, for being under the weather. Silly little thing, even more so with her pregnancy brain, walking around all cute and clueless. He enjoys the show, strokes her hair in a petting fashion, smirk irked in the corner of his lips and though it was small it spoke volumes, but what surprised her even more wasn’t the condescension she was met with but how relieved she felt upon understanding he had everything under control, something she used to hate, now feeling like a blessing, knowing how she was in… not exactly good hands… but something like it, something more capable than hers.

He is so prepared it borders on ridicules. It’s strange, for as long as she’s known him he’s always been so sure of himself, but now, glimpses from his youth shine through his composure of self-confidence. He’s nervous. The old rebellious her would poke fun at him, but she evolved, she’s survived, and she knows better. Besides, if he falls apart, what’s then left for her to do but follow suite? The new her comforts him with what she knows is true, having learnt that he doesn’t appreciate lies either. She tells him that he’s far away from his own father, because she knows that he will never leave her, soon to be them, as she stroked his unruly hair, kissed his forehead, squeezed his hand, smiled, told him that she loved him. And again, he knew before her that she meant it, she’d understand some time later that her dependence and his guidance created perfect symbiosis, equaled love, just like he had predicted.

The baby is the last of the puzzle-pieces, everything finally falling into place. She’s able to see him as more than something to fear like god, but as something human, as he rocks their baby in those massive scarred arms of his, his smile not nearly as unsettling as she once found it, but warm. And Izuku will finally see his darling as more than something to protect and to keep, something more than to love, as she bounces their child on her knee, that glow she used to have returning, he’ll not just see something to take, but something he already owns, as though some fog has lifted, he’ll feel proud, he’ll feel respect, he’ll feel happy, and he can say that it was all worth it and she can say that she forgives him.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

Kai seems unfazed. It’s a lot to wrap one’s head around. He treats it awfully alike one would handle a business deal. Weighing the pros and cons and benefits and payments. Bringing a life into the world, a life that’s partly your own and partly the one you love. Does it mean he will love their spawn just as much as he loves his darling, that seems hard to believe. Does it mean he has to, that he’s expected to? Will his darling love the baby more than him? He heard that the love found between mothers and their children is insurmountable. Will he have to separate them to get the attention he needs? Will that make her hate him again? Will she perhaps love him more, now that the product of their love has come to fruition?

There are so many variables, so much to consider, and so painfully little time to get it all sorted out. He’s exhausted and on the border of grossed out. Between morning sickness and unpredictable mood-swings. He heard pregnant ladies are supposed to glow, he doesn’t see it. Don’t get him wrong, he thinks his darling is beautiful, but… she’s huge. He thought she was clumsy before, but damage was at a minimum when she was practically half his size, now she’s like a walking wreaking-ball. He can’t imagine how she will ever be able to… deliver something that seems to be taking half of the space inside her. He’s actually feeling anxious about the whole ordeal, trying to suffice his growing fears in a search for pregnant-aiding quirks.

And don’t get him started on the pregnancy brain. It’s not just her limbs that are everywhere at once, her brain is scattered like the aftermath of a shotgun, she barely pays him any mind anymore. All those hours spent teaching her proper manners, seems wasted and forgotten now, seeing how she eats like some animal then falls asleep, snoring with no thanks to spare him. He feels neglected to say the least and he can’t help but dread the time the baby actually comes around, knowing how the event will grant him no more attention than what he’s given now, probably robbing him of even more time with his precious darling.

TODOROKI SHOTO

He’s not leaving his darling’s side for a second. She’s holding his baby, possible babies, carrying them inside her belly, keeping them safe, so of course he needs to keep her safe too. Safe and comfortable and loved. He holds off on the unorthodox play until after the birth and probably sometime past it as well, no punishments than can cause stress, no fun and games and edge-play, nothing but soft touches, nothing but pillows and blankets and rosehip baths and soppy romantic films, cuddling, messages, words that are too sweet it almost becomes lifedraining. He’ll be so doting, so feather-light, she’ll nearly beg for him to give her just one measly frostbite burn, just one scorch-mark, but he won’t answer her prayers. They will be doing nothing that can cause duress, nothing at all.

He's in such mission-mode. More so than when he’s actually on a mission. This happening, this great chapter in their lives, this beginning of new life, seems so severely more important than anything else the world has to offer, nothing can distract him, no grade A villains, no threats to the world, no matter how much a friend or family member might need him, this pregnancy is paramount. He’s not going to put anything before his darling or their little bundle of joy happily coming to life inside her, blooming with potential. He’s not going to mess everything up like his father did, he’s adamant on not letting that happen. He’s going to be good. Everything’s going to be good. Happy. Perfect.

The only other thing he does, next to doting on his darling, is thinking and humoring what type of father he’s going to be, what type of father he should be, what type of father he has to be. Should he be strict, pushing his child to achieve greatness, milking their potential until they drain? Should he be liberal, letting his child run their own show, chase their own dreams no matter how wrong a path it seems? What did he want as a child?... Love. He wanted love. He wanted to be listened to, to be heard, to be helped. He wanted a friend, not just a teacher. He wanted to feel safe. He knows what type of father he wants to be, but… he knows it won’t be easy, it’s not meant to be easy, but he’s not one to back away from a challenge.

TIP-JAR

[tamakissimp]

K.B- here to stay

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: Bakugou wasn’t the only captive the league of villains had, you were one too. A captive they took for your quirk; drinking just a drop of your blood could heal any injury. After being rescued, you and Bakugou got separated. But not for long.

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: fem!reader pronouns (used once) kidnapping, blood, knife, fluffy ending, captivity, cursing

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟚𝟛𝟡𝟟

request: anon - Hi! I saw requests were open, could you please write a scenario for Bakugou, where during his time kidnapped by the lov, they had another captive. A girl who is his age, but she has been there for a few months. The reason why she is there is because of her quirk. Her blood can heal others, all they need to do is drink some of it, the bigger the injury the more blood. They are saved together but then separated. It’s been two years of no contact when Bakugou goes to recovery girl to find the same girl who was a captive now learning under recovery girl. They hit it off. Hi please?

You're a hallucination his mind made up, Bakugou is sure of it. A bright imagine his mind made up to keep himself from going insane. You're too pure to be in such a shit-filled place as the league's hideout.

Though the chains shackled tightly around your ankles say differently. The bloodstains on the ground scream that you’re here. The various scars and wounds that those villain bastards put on you prove you're real. Your arms gently wrapping around Bakugou's shaking body convince him that you're real.

 You're here, you're real and you're hurt. Hurt because he can't keep those bastard's hands of you. Though you never fret about it.

Bakugou screams his throat raw every moment he can as league members do as much as breath in his direction. Even their muzzles can keep his mouth shut. Though you never say a word when they plunge syringe after syringe into your skin. Tears never roll down your cheeks as they cut your skin up to their liking.

He wonders if you ever were rebellious. If there was a time when you kicked and screamed at the villainous hands reaching towards you. All he knows is your time with him. The times in which you would gently gather the blood seeping from your fresh wounds onto your thumb and stick it into his mouth. The times in which you forced your quirk on him, even if he bit down harshly on your fingers. Just so he could have a chance at recovering before Shigaraki ordered a new wave of pain onto him.

All he knows are the nights - or days, time grows weird when you're kidnapped - when you're running your hands through his hair. The nights at which you promise him that someone will rescue him. Even if no one has tried to do during your imprisonment. You promise him that you will get out here so he can show you the friends he's been telling you about.

"Denki, you'll-you'll love him," he says. His voice cracks. Either from sadness or the amount of screaming he has done today, he doesn't know or care. "He's stupi- I mean, he's kind. A fucking goofball.".

You hum at him as you continue to play with his spiky hair. You like to imagine that it's normally soft. Soft and bouncy. But now it's matted by sweat and crusted bits of blood. That and facts that it hasn't been washed for well over a week.

"And Kirishima," Bakugou continues. He thinks back on the times spent with his friends. Times were they dragged him along to go on stupid adventures. Times were they laughed their ass off for no reason. He hated this times back then but he yearns for them now.

"He's great. He's kind. A-And he's sweet. The type of guy to be everyone's friend. The type of guy....to be a hero.". Tears roll down his cheeks at his words.

A hero. It's hard to imagine himself being one now. He can't even handle being kidnapped by some low life bastards without breaking down.

"I can't wait to meet them," you whisper back. "We'll get spicy pork noodle together, yeah?". Bakugou nods. You'll get out of here, both of you. You're going to get out of here and he's going to take you to a stupid mall to eat some goddamn noodles.

You continue to play with his hair. Running his locks through your fingers while humming subconsciously. The soft movements lul Bakugou into a sleepy state. His body grows warm and his eyes grow droopy. "We'll do that," he whispers before letting his eyes fully close.

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

Dabi's burning hand wraps around your arm. Red indents in the shape of the pads of his fingers get pushed into your skin. Screams erupt from your throat.

"Don't be so fucking annoying," Shigaraki spits out. You simply shake your head as sobs wreck through your body. Dabi's hands warm up further, excelling boiling point. You scream again.

Dabi's free hand lifts to slap your cheek harshly. The red handprint on your skin makes pride swell up in the bastard's chest. Finally, Dabi's burning hand unwraps itself from your arm.

He lets you curl into yourself, carefully cradling your burned arm. "Just give us some fucking blood," Shigaraki says he as walks away from his place in the shadows.

Dabi steps aside to make room for his boss. Shigaraki slowly crouches down in front of you. You keep your eyes trained on the chains secured tightly around your ankles. Fucking bastard.

Suddenly, four of Shigaraki's cold fingers wrap around your neck, forcing you to look at him. Crazed eyes and cracked skin look back at you. He expected you to beg for forgiveness. For you to fall to your knees and beg for your life. Instead, you stare at him with lifeless eyes.

"You better cooperate with us. You don't want to piss off the end boss," he says. His wobbly voice makes you want to cut his tongue out. Since that isn't an option, you opt for the next best thing; spitting in his voice.

Shigaraki stumbles back a bit like a thick glob of spit runs down his nose, hitting his upper lip. He roughly wipes the spit off his face as you give him a shit-eating grin. "Suck. My. Dick," you say.

Within a second, he has you turned around. Your cheek is planted firmly against the cold, stone wall as your arm is bent in a painful angle. "Crispy, give me a fucking knife," Shigaraki says while making grabby hands towards Dabi.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you here the man behind you shuffle around. Screams rip through your throat as you feel the cold edge of a knife press harshly into your skin. Drops of blood audibly hit the floor. Maybe complying would be easier.

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The chair is always the worst. You can't speak to him, you can't help him. All you can do is look at him while he trashes against the restrains. All you can do is long to touch him while a muzzle covers his face.

You cower away in the corner. Any rattling Bakugou's chains make only cause you to curl into yourself more. You wrap your arms around yourself in pseudo protectiveness.

Broken whispers of apologies fall of your tongue along with whimpers. Bakugou's screams are still more than audible even with the thick metal covering his mouth.

He must be scared, of course, he is. He told you about that glob monster that had pushed itself into his throat. Did the muzzle remind him of that? It must have. Otherwise, he would be aggressive, rather than scared.

"I'm sorry," you repeat time and time again. You can't even remember if it was your fault. Though it most likely was, it always is.

It's smart of the league you, you have to give them that. Punishing someone else. Playing mind games like they always do. They could have just roughed you up a bit. Thrown a few punches and left it at that. But punishing Bakugou instead of you, that's fucked up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.". The meaningless words bounce through the room. I'm sorry won't get Bakugou out of that chair. It won't even calm him down. Maybe it'll scare him even further.

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Salvation is supposed to taste sweet. It's supposed to feel like drinking a cold glass of water after being lost in a desert. Instead, it left a foul taste on your tongue. It left your body shaking with fear.

The loud explosions and bang going on outside the door make you push your head into Bakugou's chest. His arms are wrapped securely around you.

He wants to fight, God knows how much. He wants to blow off that goddamn door and blast the league's faces off. But he also knows that if he gives in to his reckless impulses, you'll be left by your self. And you don't have an aggressive quirk as he does. Basically meaning, if he leaves you alone now you're fucked.

"It's okay," Bakugou says. His voice is broken and ragged. After days of doing nothing but screaming his vocal cords ultimately took some damage. He winches at the dryness in his throat. "No one's gonna hurt you.".

You nod against him, fisting the fabric of his shirt. Suddenly, the door bangs open. You pull yourself out of Bakugou's grasp. He steps in front of you and shields you behind his broad shoulders. Though his defence drops once he sees the person in the doorway.

"Mister Aizawa," he says. The teacher nods as he quickly walks over to the boy, turning his attention towards the chains linked to his left wrist.

"Who's this?" he asks as he looks over at you. You take a step back from the unknown men, looking at Bakugou like a deer in headlights.

"Y/n, she's been captured too," he gruffs. The raven-haired nods before moving on to loosen your shackles. You subconsciously reach out and grab a hold of Bakugou's hand. He gladly grabs a hold of it, rubbing soothing circles on the top of up.

Once Aizawa is done, he moves away from the two of you and mentions towards the door. "Let's get you, kids, out of here," he says. Bakugou's eyes shoot over to you.  You sent him a reassuring nod.

"Let's go home.".

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Life without you is dull. The sparkle that once lit up Bakugou's life is now gone. He went from relying on you to get him through the day to not seeing you all. Last he saw you, you were both in the hospital getting your wounds treated. He heard whispers that you attend the UA now but he doesn't let himself believe in such rumours only to be disappointed.

His friends had noticed the change, how could they not. Bakugou went from being a hothead to not saying a word to anyone except Kirishima.Being a shut-in was his new thing, instead of being a fireball. He overworked himself in training. He pushed his quirk until his hands were raw and burned.

His aspirations to become a hero has seemed to double. The fact that no one has come to save you for months seemed to fule his dreams to make sure that happened to no one else.

At unholy hours he allowed himself to think of you. He let his mind wander to dark corners as he lays in bed unphased by sleep. The possibility that you had never recovered from your injuries was likely. Maybe you died in the hospital and he's going with his life hoping that fate will miraculously bring you two together.

Those thoughts always seem to spike a place in his heart. All he knew about you was your name. You let him ramble about his life. You took away his pain, his fear and his injuries. All that and he never returned the favour. You had never told him about yourself, your fears or your family. He beats himself up of that. 

He pushes himself in the gym for that. Forces his body beyond breaking point because - in his mind - he deserves it. He deserves all the pain he could never take away from you.

"Hey, Bakugou!" Denki calls out. Bakugou's head perks up for a second. his eyes fall over his electric friends before turning to gaze out the window again.

Denki looks over to Kirishima who gives him an encouraging nod. "Can't you just tell him?" Denki asks. Kirishima shakes his head.

"Nuh-uh, you tell him," He says.

"Tell me what?" Bakugou sneers. Both boys look up at their friend who has suddenly turned his full attention to them. Denki shoots Bakugou an awkward smile.

"They're uh," Kirishima begins. "There's someone at Recovery Girl you might want to see.". Bakugou nerves light up. Could it be you?

He quickly dismisses the possibility. Getting his hopes up will only get him hurt in the long run. Still, though, he quickly pushes himself out of his chair and rushes towards Recovery Girl's office.

The walk is short, two minutes tops. Maybe it's because he's focused or maybe it's because he's powerwalking through UA like a mad man. Who knows.

Muffled voice is audible from behind the door. One voice, in particular, spikes his attention. Without thinking, Bakugou rips the door open. There he sees Recovery Girl standing next to a sitting down Izuku, who broke his arm again. However, another figure is standing beside them.

"Deku?" Izuku says. Bakugou's mind doesn't get the time to catch up as his body rushes itself towards you. His arms wrap around you instinctively as he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.

"Katsuki!" you squeal out as you return his hug. His nerves are on fire and his mind is in overdrive. The feeling of your warmth against his body calms down anxieties he didn't know he had. Your familiar scent fills his nose.

He pulls away slightly to see your face. His calloused palm rests against your cheeks. You melt into his touch. "I thought...". He doesn't have to finish the sentence for you to understand.

"I know," you say. "But I made it. And I'm not going anywhere.". Warmth swells up in Bakugou's chest at the words. Salty tears prick in his eyes though he makes no attempt to wipe them away.

Deku is damned, he's going to cry whenever he likes. If you had asked him a year ago, he would have said that crying makes you weak. Though he knows better now. Emotions don't make you weak. They make you stronger. They make you human.

"I'm going to the UA now. I'm doing a special healer's course," you say. A goofy smile is plastered on your lips as tears start to well up in your eyes as well.

Izuku awkwardly dismisses himself from the room. Though a smile is still present on his lips. It does him well to see how much his childhood friend has changed.

"You're gonna stay here," Bakugou repeats your words. You nod at him. Your hand reaches up to run through his hair. Like you thought his locks are silky smooth. Now unphased by layers of sweat, standing up proudly in high pikes.

"I'm going to stay.".

[random-mha-thoughts]

Sleepless (LoV x Reader)

Pairing: League of Villains x Reader, platonic relationship

Shigaraki, Toga, Twice, Kurogiri, Dabi x reader

@riarora messaged me with the request: "So I was thinking platonic LOV x child reader (You can make them 18 if you're more comfortable, but I was thinking more like 14-15)The reader (I'll refer to them as she/her, but you can make it gender neutral) has really bad insomnia so every night, she would be pacing around, doing anything and everything to make sure no dark thoughts take over. Usually, none of the LOV would bat an eye, but considering the fact that she's a child, they feel sympathy, so they indirectly try to get her to fall asleep. Like, sending her on extra missions (always with protection of course) or changing her normal tea with sleeping tea, or maybe just straight up telling her to sleep."

Genre: Comfort

Word Count: 2,291

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog

a/n: Thanks for the request sweetie!  I hope you like it~

Wrote this while listening to a Shinsou playlist on Spotify and it was pretty chill to listen to, if y’all want the link you can comment or dm me and I’ll send it.  Something different, but I like how it turned out. It's twice as long as I thought it would end up being, but I think it fits.  It's a comfort story that I hope you guys will read even if you don't normally read stuff for the villains.  I really like it, I hope you guys read it if you need some comforting.  Enjoy~

Like a lot of people, I don't have the nicest thoughts.  Most nights, I'm trying everything to block them out and find the sweet release of sleep, whether it's trying to consciously think of other things to block them out, escaping out of my sheets to pace or run in place inside this small room I was given, or getting up to get a snack.  Unsurprisingly, none of it works.  The rest of the League constantly tease me about my dark circles making me look more villainous all I do is smile, because at least it means I'm part of something now.  I would ask them to get me something to busy myself, like a sketch book or a notebook to keep me busy at night, but they aren't my parents; they have no obligation to take care of me and they've already give me a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in.

Little by little, the perceived barrier between us broke down before I realized it.

It started when I took one of my late night trips to the kitchen only to see the light on already.  Toga's crooked but innocent smile beams up at me as she twirls a knife in her hand, leaning against the counter.  "You're up too, hmm~?  Wanna take a trip with me?"

We ended up shrugging on our jackets and masks, walking into the dark, brisk night to the nearest grocery store.  "You waited until 2 AM to get pomegranates?" I raised an eyebrow at her zipping straight to the produce section of the market.

"I didn't wanna go alone~" Toga casually responded in her singsongy voice.  "A little girl like me shouldn't be out alone at night.  Besides, late night shopping in a practically empty supermarket is the best time to go.  It's super creepy!"  She giggles, filling a plastic bag with three large fruits.

We returned to our hideout and she asked me to help her de-seed them.  I slide in next to her, taking the knife out of her hand.  Not like I had anything better to do.  What was I gonna do, sleep?  Sure, okay.

She sliced the fruits in half and held her hands over a large, empty container, using just her hands to push the seeds off the bitter white core, humming to herself.  "Are you sure there isn't a more...strategic way to do this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the mess she was making of her hands.

Toga just giggled and held my stare with her cat-like yellow eyes.  "When it gets all over your fingers, it kind of looks like blood doesn't it?" She shivered in ecstasy as she licked the scarlet juice running down her hands and the knife she cut them with.  "Mmm, so sweet."

While I continued, trying to avail to be as clean as possible, taking sips of the tea she made for us while we work.  I chanced a few tastes myself, chuckling at my own hands.  "You're right, it looks like we've commit murder."

"Right?" she chirped with the widest grin, "Isn't it fun?"

I made a better point to get more juice on my fingers before curling my fingers grossly towards her.  "I want your heart, Toga.  Give it to me!" I growled.

She giggled and held one of my wrists so she can lick some of the juice off.  "Too bad you can't have it."

After we finished gathering the seeds into the bowl, we sat on the couch, munching on them by the handful and finishing our drinks.  My eyelids kept drooping as I drank my tea.

"We should go on adventures more often," Toga purred as I near the end, taking my cup, laying me down, and covering my body with a blanket before petting my head.  Her voice singing, "Sleep well, (Y/n)" was the last thing I heard before drifting off.  It was the best night's sleep I'd gotten in a long while.

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A few days later, Kurogiri stopped me from heading to bed while the rest went off.  "I heard you and Toga up late a few nights ago.  Why don't you help me clean up before going up?"

I agreed, mostly because I would be awake with my thoughts anyway.  He had me shining his glasses, climbing up a ladder to dust the top shelves of his bar, wiping down the counters, and organizing his liquor.

"Have some of this, child."  He set down a cup of tea and saucer on the counter while I was organizing his top shelf liquor, the clock flashing 1:57 AM.  "You've been a big help."

I climbed down carefully and stare down at the translucent, peach colored liquid carefully.

He noticed my cautiousness.  "How are you adjusting?"

I tilted the cup around, swishing the liquid around before holding it up to my lips.  "It's better than where I was before, thank you."

"I'm glad you're settling in and getting along with the rest."

"It's just Toga so far."  I sipped a good portion of the hot liquid, easing down my through smooth as the honey I can taste that he added.

"It'll take time for the others to warm up to you.  Shigaraki and Dabi especially don't take to strangers that easily, but they'll come around."  His cold, portal enclosed hand rested on my head.  "We're happy to take you in as our family, (Y/n)."

I smiled at his assurance of me, nodding in gratitude, but still hesitant about feeling that I fit in here.

We talked for a while more until I finished his tea and he sent me off to bed.  Though reluctant - I even offered to do more cleaning up to keep myself there - he insisted I leave.  I trudge to my room, the exhaustion in my bones and muscles more apparent than usual.  I know this old trick; even when I'm fatigued, my thoughts still keep me up.  But as I ease under the blanket and close my eyes, I feel myself pulled down into sleep without interference.  I started thinking there was something in the tea.

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It took a while for Shigaraki to come around, as Kurogiri said.  He heard the rustling of me rolling around in bed on his way back from getting a glass of water from the kitchen.  "Hey, you still awake?"

I turned over and sat up.  "Am I bothering you?  I'm sorry-"

"You wanna come play games with me?"  It was an unexpected question.  He never talked much to me so I figured he wanted to keep his distance.

But I still agreed, ending up in his dark room where only the TV cast its artificial light over us.  He pulled up another pillow for me to sit with him, leaning back against the mattress and box-spring stack.  He resumed his game, some kind of RPG with amazing art and storytelling.  The main character had jet black hair and traveled with three other guys of varying talents and personalities.  They seemed to have a great relationship together as they trekked across their virtual world in a fancy car. (1000 brownie points if you know which game i'm referencing)

There was a hilarious part in the game where the crew rode on the backs of these fluffy, yellow birds that were the size of ostriches.  "What's the point of this part?" I asked curiously.

Shigaraki beamed at the screen, his chapped lips spreading in joy.  "It's just something you always have to do in these games."

My eyes remained glued to the screen.  Shigaraki wouldn't ask me if I wanted to play after one time, which I appreciated.  I'm not too good at playing games, I prefer watching other people play them from the sidelines.  I followed the complicated story line, impressed with how fleshed out the world is, the detail in the art, and the power system interface.  If I were better at gaming, I'd understand how amazing it would feel playing it; I was immersed in it even as a spectator.

The game got to a cave-crawling segment.  The eased up voice acting, ambient noise, and dimmed lighting made my eyes heavy.  I didn't want to fall asleep in Shigaraki's room, but I also knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep if I went back to mine.

"You can sleep if you want.  Get comfortable."

Though he didn't particularly use a motherly voice like Kurogiri, I understood he was trying to come off the same way.  I ended up laying on my head on my pillow, sprawling onto the floor on my stomach, the noise of the game slowly lulling me off to sleep.  In the morning, I would wake to a blanket pulled over my body.  It somehow became a weekly occurrence; we wouldn't talk to each other, but the silence was comfortable.  It was reassuring that I didn't always need that strange tea to put me to sleep.

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Late nights with Twice are probably my favorite.  He's like a huge dad, or much older big brother.  I connected with him on a more emotional level than the rest.  If I found myself in the kitchen rummaging for snacks, he'd come up and pick out a bunch and sit us at the table with some tea.

"I have trouble sleeping too sometimes," he admitted, popping some chips in his mouth.  "I was lonely before I found these guys.  I had no one but myself, and the many versions of myself weren't the most forgiving on me either."

I stared down at my glass of warmed milk.  "So your thoughts were actually told out loud to you all the time?" I whispered softly.

"Yup."  He blinked before waving his hands in front of his face wildly.  "But that doesn't mean I had it worse than you, that's not what I'm saying at all!  Your problems are just as valid and important and-!"

"It's okay, I understand."

He offered a sympathetic lopsided smile.  "I know you've been through a lot, kid, and it probably feels like a lot and nothing at the same time.  The times when it feels like a lot will hurt, and that's okay.  You'll get through it and grow up to deal with it in your own way.  And there is a light at the end of the tunnel, believe me.  You can't see it now, but it's there.  Keep fighting through it."  He touched my hand over the glass.  "I'm here for you, we're here for you."

I felt like crying, suddenly choked up by the bitter nostalgia of missing my parents.  "You'd be a great Dad, Twice."  I tried to cover for my tears and unsteady voice by clearing my throat and rubbing my eyes.

He hummed in response.  "I've always wanted a kid.  Things never ended up that way though."

I found myself finally sobbing at his misfortune piling on top of mine.  "That's really shitty actually," I choked out.

He handed me a tissue to wipe my face with.  "Let it out, kid.  Sometimes it's good to just cry it out."

And I did, until I finally sobbed myself to sleep at the table, and Twice picked up and returned me to my bed, tucking me in like the soft dad he should've been.

.

Dabi remained the hard nose one, keeping his distance and looking down on me.  Like Shigaraki, walked by my room while I was tossing around, but he stood over my bed.  "Hey.  If you don't go to sleep, I'm putting you to work."

Put me to work he did, sending me out to fetch him snacks, cards, or cigarettes.  Once, he decided to join me and we ended up on the roof of our abandoned building after coming back from the convenience store.  The stars already dusted the sky as Dabi lit the cigarettes with his blue flames just for fun, watching them disintegrate into ash in front of his eyes.  I never knew how to get him to open up, he's too gruff for me to start a conversation with him, so I stuck to being mesmerized by his flames.

"What's on your mind that you can't sleep, kid?" he finally asked, breaking the awkward silence and cutting off his quirk to stare me hard in the eyes.

"N-Nothing."  I hated to admit it, but I'm scared of Dabi the most.  Both him and Shigaraki can end my life in a fraction of a second, but Dabi overall has the scarier aura.  "Just...thinking."

After a few more moments of braving his stare, he looked up.  "Yeah, we all do that a lot, don't we?  Us damn human can't help but think.  It'd be nice if we can pull the cord sometimes, yeah?"

"I guess," I answered carefully.

He studied me again out of the corner of his eye before flickering back up.  "Do you ever think that's why none of us survive well alone?  We need other people to distract us all the time because then we'd get stuck in our heads, and we all know how dangerous that can be if we're stuck there for too long.  It never ends well."  He adjusts himself, placing his hands behind his head to rest his neck.  "We all got demons, kid.  It's what makes us stronger, but you gotta grow from them first.  And I guess that's what the rest of us are for, so if you need us, you know what to do."

It was with Dabi that I realized he had a point.  I'm not alone anymore and none of the others seem to think of me as a stranger or a stupid little kid they have to be responsible for.  I'm a member of this group now, I should rely on them as support, just not in the traditional way.

How I ultimately ended up here doesn't help any of the awful things I tell myself or what happened to me, but being here definitely helps, especially when I'm surrounded by people who subtly share solidarity with for now.

[myherohcs]

I LOVE MY BOY

Top Ten Tomuras* of Chapter 220

*Tomura used instead of Shigaraki because I like alliteration

10. The Casual Lounge As He’s Being Yelled At

9. Underrated Panel of Shigaraki Kicking A Corpse

8.  A Classic Shigaraki

7. Uncannily Contemplative Close-Up at the End of the Chapter

6. Rapunzel

5. Tiny Panel of Shigaraki Clutching His Spare Hands

4. The Panel Which Will Be Featured in Most Edits

3. Petulant Flashback Shigaraki Looking 5 Years Old Even Thought It Was a Month Ago

2. The Panel Which Will Be Analyzed The Most in Meta

1. Shigaraki Eating For Once In His Life

See you in 221 probably!

[ddarker-dreams]

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Lock’s favorite yandere works

Lock’s yandere sentence prompts

Lock’s yandere tarot card themed asks 

Lock’s yandere writing guide

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Lock’s yandere behavior tag

Lock’s ko-fi

Lock’s rules

What I write for

My ask (open)

Original content

Scarlet Ribbons [JJBA Part 5 series]

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA:

Pro heroes:

Aizawa Shota

Yandere Aizawa darling dating Present Mic headcanons

Class 1-A:

Bakugou Katsuki

General Bakugou yandere headcanons:

Yandere Bakugou’s reaction to darling being asked out headcanons

How Yandere Bakugou would take away his darling’s privileges headcanons

How Yandere Bakugou would approach his darling headcanons

Yandere Bakugou with a darling who has low self esteem headcanons

Yandere Bakugou with an introverted darling headcanons

Yandere Bakugou upsetting his darling headcanons

Yandere Bakugou learning his darling likes someone else scenario

Yandere Bakugou with an outgoing darling headcanons

Yandere Bakugou at the beach with his darling headcanons

How possessive/protective Yandere Bakugou is headcanons

Yandere Bakugou reacting to his darling confessing headcanons 

Yandere Bakugou scenario 

Midoriya Izuku

Yandere Izuku’s reaction to darling being asked out headcanons

How Yandere Izuku would approach his darling headcanons

Yandere Izuku with a darling who has low self esteem headcanons

Yandere Izuku upsetting his darling headcanons

Yandere Izuku reacting to his darling confessing headcanons

Todoroki Shoto

Yandere Todoroki’s reaction to darling being asked out headcanons

Yandere Todoroki before he kidnaps his darling scenario

How yandere Todoroki would approach his darling headcanons

Yandere Todoroki with a cheap darling headcanons

Yandere Todoroki with a darling who has low self esteem headcanons

Yandere Todoroki scenario

Yandere Todoroki upsetting his darling headcanons

What Yandere Todoroki would become obsessed with headcanons

Yandere Todoroki’s darling loving him back headcanons

How possessive/protective Yandere Todoroki is headcanons

Why yandere Todoroki wouldn’t want to physically harm his darling headcanons

Yandere Todoroki reacting to his darling confessing headcanons

Yandere Todoroki’s darling calling a stray cat their children headcanons

League of Villains:

Shigaraki Tomura

Tomura general yandere headcanons

Yandere Shigaraki [Online Love] [Part 1] scenario

Yandere Shigaraki [Online Love] [Part 2] scenario

Yandere Shigaraki [Online Love] [Part 3] scenario

Yandere Shigaraki [Online Love] [Part 4] scenario

Yandere Shigaraki [Online Love] [Part 5] scenario

Yandere Shigaraki [Online Love] [Part 6 - Final] scenario

Yandere Shigaraki chat logs with online friend #1

Yandere Tomura headcanons for his online friend

Shigaraki hearing his online friend’s voice for the first time headcanons

Yandere Tomura’s reaction to his darling being hit on headcanons

Yandere Tomura’s darling liking him back headcanons

Prompt: “I want nothing more than to reward you.” Tomura scenario

Yandere Tomura’s darling disapproving of his violence headcanons

How yandere Tomura would react to his darling escaping headcanons

How yandere Tomura would react to falling in love with a hero darling headcanons

Yandere Tomura with a defiant darling headcanons

Yandere alphabet: C,D,E,T,U

What it’s like living with Yandere Tomura headcanons

How yandere Tomura would protect his darling headcanons

Yandere Tomura if his darling said they hate him headcanons

Yandere Tomura’s darling being an idol headcanons

What Yandere Tomura would become obsessed with headcanons

Yandere Tomura’s darling saying I love you headcanons

Yandere Tomura’s darling returning to him after running away scenario

If Yandere Tomura’s darling actually loved him headcanons

How possessive/protective Yandere Shigaraki is headcanons

Yandere Shigaraki and his online friend on Valentine’s Day headcanons

Yandere Shigaraki if his hero darling was being hurt by a villain headcanons

Yandere Shigaraki if his League darling left headcanons

Yandere Shigaraki finding his darling kissing someone scenario

Yandere Shigaraki tarot card ask game [The Fool, Strength, The Hanged Man]

Yandere Shigaraki tarot card ask game [The Empress, The World]

Yanedere Shigaraki finding his darling who escaped scenario

Yandere Shigaraki’s darling wearing his clothes

Interaction [Tomo-kun, do you hate me?]

Interaction [Tomo-kun, can I get off your lap?]

Yandere Shigaraki when his darling learns he’s a villain scenario [In Passing]

Dabi

Dabi’s darling being sweet to him scenario

Dabi’s darling finding out he’s a villain scenario

Dabi general yandere headcanons

Yandere Dabi’s reaction to his darling being hit on headcanons

Yandere Dabi’s darling liking him back headcanons

Yandere Dabi’s darling disapproving of his violence headcanons

How yandere Dabi would react to his darling escaping headcanons

How yandere Dabi would react to falling in love with a hero darling headcanons

Yandere Dabi with a defiant darling headcanons

What it’s like living with yandere Dabi headcanons

Yandere Dabi with an introverted darling headcanons

Yandere alphabet: J,N,U

How yandere Dabi would protect his darling headcanons

Yandere Dabi if his darling said they hate him headcanons

Yandere Dabi if his darling broke up with him scenario [LIGHT NSFW]

Yandere Dabi’s darling saying I love you headcanons

Yandere Dabi’s darling being held hostage headcanons

Yandere Dabi’s darling defying him scenario

If Yandere Dabi’s darling actually loved him headcanons

What would trigger Yandere Dabi’s obsession headcanons

Yandere Dabi if his League darling left headcanons

Yandere Dabi if his hero darling was being hurt headcanons 

Yandere Dabi finding his darling kissing someone scenario

Yandere Dabi’s darling wearing his clothes headcanons

Yandere Dabi’s control around his darling headcanons

Toga Himiko

Yandere Toga with an introverted darling headcanons

Shie Hassaikai:

Kai Chisaki

Prompt: “I always get what I want.” Overhaul scenario

Overhaul general yandere headcanons

Yandere Overhaul’s reaction to his darling being hit on headcanons

Yandere Overhaul’s darling liking him back headcanons

Yandere Overhaul’s darling disapproving of his violence headcanons

Yandere Overhaul with a cheap darling headcanons

How yandere Overhaul would react to his darling escaping headcanons

How yandere Overhaul would react to falling in love with a hero darling headcanons

Yandere Overhaul “fluffy” scenario with darling

Yandere Overhaul with a defiant darling headcanons

Yandere alphabet: N,O,P,E

Yandere alphabet: C,R

Yandere alphabet: H,I,X

Yandere Overhaul’s reaction to his darling escaping scenario

What it’s like living with yandere Overhaul headcanons

Yandere Overhaul’s darling find out his occupation scenario

Yandere Overhaul with an idol darling headcanons

Yandere Overhaul using his darling’s weaknesses headcanons

How yandere Overhaul would protect his darling headcanons

Yandere Overhaul if his darling refused his healthy food headcanons

Yandere Overhaul if his darling said they hate him headcanons

Yandere Overhaul’s darling say I love you headcanons

Why Yandere Overhaul is a difficult yandere

Yandere Overhaul’s darling being held hostage headcanons

Yandere Overhaul if his darling loves him back headcanons

What would trigger Yandere Overhaul’s obsession headcanons

Yandere Overhaul if his hero darling was being hurt by a villain headcanons

Yandere Overhaul if his underling tried to help his darling escape headcanons

Yandere Overhaul finding his darling kissing someone scenario

HUNTER X HUNTER:

Main Four:

Killua Zoldyck

Yandere alphabet: E,J,S,U

Why yandere Killua wouldn’t want to physically harm his darling headcanons

Phantom Troupe:

Chrollo Lucilfer

Chrollo yandere scenario

What yandere Chrollo looks for in a darling headcanons

Prompt: “Your body won’t lie to me.” Chrollo scenario

Prompt: “I’ve denied myself long enough.” Chrollo scenario

Yandere alphabet: A,G,I,N,Z

Yandere alphabet: D,H,U,W

Chrollo’s darling ignoring him headcanons

Yandere Cult Chrollo scenario [Part Two in Collab]

Yandere Chrollo ask game [2, 19, 24, 35]

What Yandere Chrollo would become obsessed with headcanons

Yandere Chrollo if his darling likes thigh highs/garter belts headcanons

Yandere Chrollo if his darling loves him back headcanons

Yandere Chrollo with a stalker darling scenario [Part 1]

Yandere Chrollo with a stalker darling scenario [Part 2]

Yandere Chrollo NSFW headcanons

Hisoka

What yandere Hisoka looks for in a darling headcanons

General yandere Hisoka headcanons

Illumi Zoldyck

General Illumi yandere headcanons

What yandere Illumi looks for in a darling headcanons

Why Yandere Illumi is a difficult yandere 

Yandere Illumi and his wife going shopping scenario

Feitan

General yandere Feitan headcanons

Yandere Feitan ask game [1,2,5,6]

PSYCHO-PASS:

Public Safety Bureau:

Kogami

General yandere headcanons

Ginoza

General yandere headcanons

Kagari

General yandere headcanons

Antagonists: 

Makishima

General yandere headcanons

FIRE EMBLEM:

Awakening: 

Henry

Prompt: “I wouldn’t ever hurt you. Everyone else, on the other hand...” Henry scenario

Three Houses:

Edelgard

Yandere Edelgard drabble

DURARARA:

Izaya Orihara

Yandere Izaya Orihara headcanons (contains NSFW)

Yandere Izaya Orihara’s reaction to his darling being hurt headcanons

Yandere Izaya Orihara’s darling escaping headcanons

Yandere Izaya Orihara’s darling confessing to him headcanons

Yandere Izaya Orihara if his darling tried to break up with him headcanons

Yandere Izaya Orihara ask game [2, 14]

What Yandere Izaya Orihara would get obsessed with headcanons

Why Yandere Izaya Orihara is a difficult yandere 

If Yandere Izaya’s darling kissed him headcanons

Yandere Izaya if his darling loved him back headcanons

How possessive/protective Yandere Izaya is headcanons

Jealous yandere Izaya headcanons

ATTACK ON TITAN:

Erwin Smith

Yandere Erwin scenario

General yandere Erwin headcanons

JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURES:

Part 3:

DIO

General yandere Dio headcanons

NSFW Dio headcanons

Jotaro Kujo

General yandere Jotaro headcanons

Yandere Jotaro’s reaction to his darling being hurt headcanons

Yandere Jotaro with a shy darling headcanons

Yandere Jotaro leaving love bites headcanons

How Yandere Jotaro handles jealousy headcanons

NSFW yandere Jotaro headcanons

Yandere Jotaro with a darling who’s normally abrasive becoming needy headcanons

General yandere Jotaro headcanons

Yandere Jotaro darling begging to bet let go headcanons

Part 4:

Josuke Higashikata-

General yandere Josuke headcanons

Yandere Josuke’s reaction to his darling being hurt headcanons

Why yandere Josuke wouldn’t want to physically harm his darling headcanons

Rohan Kishibe-

Interaction [Rohan I’m bored.]

Yan Priest Rohan and darling scenario [Give and Take]

Part 5: 

Giorno Giovanna

Yandere Don Giorno’s reaction to his darling finding out his occupation headcanons

Yandere Don Giorno’s reaction to his darling escaping headcanons

Yandere Giorno ask game [16, 25, 54]

General yandere headcanons

How possessive/protective Yandere Giorno is headcanons

Yandere Giorno leaving love bites headcanons

Yandere Giorno scenario [Ladybug]

Yandere Giorno after you sleep together scenario [Glow]

Yandere Giorno drabble [Lament]

Yandere Giorno’s darling tending to his wounds, and him finding out they have a boyfriend [Affliction]

Yandere Giorno’s darling falling for a guard scenario [Fallen From Grace]

Yandere Giorno’s darling falling for a guard scenario [Fallen From Grace 2]

Yandere Giorno and his darling’s wedding [Bride in White]

Yandere Giorno and his darling on a date scenario [Hiraeth] [Collab]

Yandere Giorno and his darling trying to seduce him to escape scenario [Tentazione] [Collab]

Yandere Giorno stalking his darling headcanons

Yandere Giorno tarot card ask game [The Empress, The Chariot, The High Priestess] 

Yandere Giorno tarot card ask game [The Fool, Strength, The Hanged Man]

Yandere Giorno all tarot card asks

How Yandere Giorno handles jealousy

Yandere Giorno celebrating his birthday with his darling headcanons

Yandere Giorno taking care of his sick darling headcanons

Yandere Giorno almost losing his darling headcanons

Yandere Giorno finding his darling who escaped headcanons

Yandere Giorno if his darling confessed to him headcanons

Yandere Giorno if a subordinate helped his darling escaped headcanons

Yandere Giorno if his darling asked him to kill them headcanons

Interaction [Giorno, if you really loved me, you wouldn’t keep me trapped.]

Yandere God Giorno x Reader scenario [Paradiso]

Would he want his darling to say I love you without meaning it? 

Yandere Giorno’s darling start to love him back headcanons

How did Yandere Giorno fall in love with his darling headcanons

Giorno yandere behavior

Darling dating someone else headcanons

Bruno Bucciarati

What Yandere Bucciarati would become obsessed with headcanons

Why Yandere Bucciarati is a difficult yandere 

General yandere headcanons

Yandere Bucciarati scenario

Why yandere Bucciarati wouldn’t want to physically harm his darling headcanons

Yandere Bucciarati leaving love bites headcanons

Yandere Bucciarati tarot card ask game [The Empress, The Chariot, The High Priestess]

Yandere Bucciarati learning his darling who he thought was dead is alive headcanons

How Yandere Bucciarati handles jealousy

Yandere Bucciarati taking care of his sick darling headcanons

Yandere Bucciarati if his darling confessed to him headcanons

Would he want his darling to say I love you without meaning it? 

Yandere Bucciarati with a civilian darling headcanons

Darling dating someone else headcanons

Guido Mista

General yandere headcanons

Yandere Mista finding his darling who escaped headcanons

Yandere Mista if his darling confessed to him headcanons

Would he want his darling to say I love you without meaning it? 

Jealous yandere Mista headcanons

Mista yandere behavior

Darling dating someone else headcanons

Narancia Ghirga

General yandere headcanons

Yandere Narancia taking care of his sick darling headcanons

Yandere Narancia with a clingy darling headcanons

Would he want his darling to say I love you without meaning it? 

Yandere Narancia jealousy headcanons

Narancia yandere behavior

Darling dating someone else headcanons

Fugo Panacotta

Would he want his darling to say I love you without meaning it?

Yandere Fugo jealousy headcanons

Yandere Fugo’s darling confessing to him headcanons

Yandere Fugo hurting his darling with PH scenario [Atonement]

Yandere Fugo’s darling trying to break up with him scenario [Prodigal Return]

Slight yandere Fugo’s darling falling in love with someone else [Malaise]

Fugo yandere behavior

Darling dating someone else headcanons

Leone Abbacchio

Darling dating someone else headcanons

Risotto Nero

Yandere Risotto with a friendly, American darling scenario [Want]

HELLSING ULTIMATE:

Alucard with human s/o headcanons 

Yandere Alucard headcanons

BLACK BUTLER: 

Yandere Charles Grey x Reader scenario [Puppet]

[neptunesnxpple]

he doesn’t seem like a demon [1/?]

18+ only, Minors Do Not Interact

Shigaraki Tomura x M!Reader

Warnings: sharp nails, sharp teeth, blood (not a lot and definitely not the focus)

Tags: male reader, demon shigaraki, reader tends to a garden in the mountains, not like an enemies to lovers thing but I guess like an opposing threats to lovers

Word Count: 1751

[Part 1] | Part 2 | Part 3

At mornings twilight, you rubbed the crust from your eyes, staring at the empty blackened window and waiting for the first inkling of energy to send through your body. First to your toes and your fingers, then up the arms, the legs, stalling at your torso before filling the rest of you with a dull sense of awareness. You sat up, and slowly got dressed without a single sound as though the morning was wrapped tight and the tiniest noise would pop the plastic keeping it all together. While you didn’t directly see any proof of a sun, the skys’ blue was more of a grayed over murky blue than the inky one that covered the night, fading stars clinging for as long as they were able to. You locked the door behind you, going through your morning routine. You stocked up at the shed, shovel, shears, fertilizers, signed in on the sheet, and wheeled it over to the far corner of the many acres surrounding the visitors center, each side rimmed with a thick layer of wisteria, their purple flowers dangling delicately from the branches. Because of how thick the mountain passage was, it took a while before any light could cut through the scrub brush and towering trees. The only relief was the wisteria patches, their downy foliage creating gaps and leading to the inner gardens, an assortment of decorative fruit and flowering trees along guided paths. You began by picking up the fuzzy seed pods, placing them in the pouch of your apron and getting your pruning shears. You were torn from your morning routine by a gravely voice,

 “Boy, do you have anything edible in that cart? I’ve been travelling for quite some time and haven’t found lodging,” the man said, his lithe, spindly body seemed to be wasting away. He had unnaturally white hair, cut choppily and dressed only in tattered black pants. The latter was not unusual in these parts, people often came to train in the mountains,

 “No, sorry. We do have visitor housing beyond the main gates, if you’re in need,” you smiled nervously, trying to meet his eyes. You watched as he scratched at his neck with untamed nails, although claws or talons was more accurate of a description.

 “Could you come closer? I couldn’t hear you,” he rasped, if anything he looked labored by this interaction. You took it as feeling weary, the proof being the toned musculature on his arms and stomach lending you to confirm it for yourself: this was someone in training. You stood, walking over and planting yourself within the furthest edge of wisteria, the flowers looming overhead.

 “We have visitor housing available, although you will need to enter through the northern wisteria gates and follow the stone path towards the main pavilion. We offer food to our guests as well,” you had long since stopped trying to find his wandering eyes, taking special note of the strange scratch marks covering his limbs. He wrinkled his nose, baring his sharp teeth,

 “I never understood why people enjoyed that foul smelling flower,” he complained, digging into his neck harder before stopping, an unusual sense of calm washing over him as his muscles relaxed and a twisted smile took place. He offered a hand,

 “Nonetheless, would you mind coming out here and showing me the way?” his eyes, red and impossible to look away from captured your attention forcefully. As if on impulse alone, you started reaching outward for his hand, fingertips exposed. Before he could grasp onto them, you heard your supervisor shout from behind you. You whipped around, retreated your hand as you took in their message,

 “Don’t! All visitors must walk around the perimeter and enter through the northern wisteria gate!” dazed, you stared hazily as they ran across the grass, desperate to catch up before it was too late. Their sense of urgency confused you. Your head felt heavy, unable to make sense of it. No matter, you were more drawn to the stranger on the other side reaching out again- you had to- when an arm looped around your midsection and yanked you back. “Don’t trust him, there’s a reason he wants you out of the wisteria. Look at his hands- rough and sharp like a beast, if he catches your eyes you won’t be able to resist,” they warned, pulling you deeper into the wisteria. You watched as the stranger got further and further away, unable to break eye contact until eventually he disappeared into the woods.

 “He didn’t seem like a beast, just someone training in the woods. He asked if he could spend the night here in the visitor housing.” Your fingers fumbled with the fluffy wisteria seeds in your pocket. Your mind felt muddled, aware of the conversation but doubting its integrity. Something was overpowering your voice of reason.

 “They never do. There’s a reason why we keep the wisteria hanging around the edges, and it’s not just for aesthetics. These creatures can’t touch wherever their shadow lands, they hate the calming scent, and they absolutely will do whatever it takes to get someone to cross that boundary,” they finally released you under the awning of the main building, checking your hands and wrist thoroughly, and lastly your neck. Satisfied, they let go.

 “I will take care of the minor parts of your duties for today, just do what you can to wash that creature from your mind. You can come back to work tomorrow, but you’re no use to me if you’re unable to think clearly,” they reached over, doing one last check behind the ear as if searching for a tiny tick before sending you off. You wandered towards your modest cabin, unable to tear your mind away from that mysterious figure. The strange scratches all over their body, the lack of bruising, the scabbed and raw neck with the devilishly sharp nails digging into them. He didn’t seem like a beast. Maybe a little rude, but not a beast. Overwhelmed with exhaustion, you laid in your bed, unable to crawl under the sheets, and settled in for a nap.

 When you awoke, the window was dark once more. You checked the clock, the hand ticking and ticking letting you know that time had not stopped on your account. While you weren’t sure of the dreams you had, that face seemed to pop in and out. Hollow, ghoulish grin with red eyes. Teeth sharper than any animal you’d ever seen and shock white hair, untamed. His nails were exceedingly long, dragging across your neck one by one until red lines formed. There seemed to be some sort of protrusions sprouting out of his head. You rubbed your face, pulling yourself out of the thought. It was earlier than you’d usually wake up for work, and you were starving. Had a whole day really passed? You checked your pantry and the counter beneath it. Already you felt more levelheaded, the cloud that hung overhead no more, and your wits sharpened as you ate quietly. Watching the window. Your supervisor mentioned not to make eye contact, but there was no harm in conversation as far as you could tell. You would again tend to the wisteria, this time with more success. Who was to say if he’d even come back? Your growing curiosity gave way to disappointment at the thought. What if he never returned? Logically, you knew it would be for the better, at least if he were truly a beast. You took your time, writing and crafting until you had nothing left to say or add, and went to the shed where you once more signed out materials and returned to your spot from the previous morning. The pods were still in your pocket where you left them.  You resumed as you were, picking up wasted pods and the leftover seeds they spilled, it was easy enough to get back in rhythm. The hair on your arms and neck prickled.

 “You didn’t come back yesterday. I couldn’t find the gate.” Somehow, that felt like a lie. You kept your head down, pruning adventurous branches.

 “If you continue up this side and turn left you will walk by it.” Sweat dotted your forehead, hands shaking and heart thrumming. You wanted to take a peek. You couldn’t remember why you were so enthralled the day before, or if it was just some phantom dream that made you so curious. Your supervisors’ harsh words stamped firmly on any contradictory thought, fighting it for now.

 “It would be easier if you were to show me. I’ll leave you on your way,” he persisted, unmoving. You wondered how he got here without making a single noise. You tried to ignore him, ignore the urge to face him. “I had to sleep outside last night,” you couldn’t help it, your head swiveled sharply as if controlled by a higher being, eyes wide and blinded by the man in front of you. Part of you was relieved. The haunting illusion in your dream was not as frightening in person. There were no stumps growing from his forehead. No jagged teeth jutting out of his mouth. Perhaps it was because you had seen him hours earlier in slumber, or perhaps it was the supervisor’s words echoing in your head, but you found it easier to cast your gaze downward. Earning a disgruntled noise. Just as you thought, his nails didn’t seem as sharp, not like you remembered. You stood.

 “I’ll walk you towards the gate,” you carried the shovel with you, gripping the wooden handle and walking underneath the wisteria trellis, not stopping to see if he’d follow. The soft crunching of leaves told you he was. Your heart leapt into your throat. If he were a beast, he couldn’t come in. But then what? You had never met one before, not sure of the proper protocol, or of the signs. It was when you turned the corner toward the northern side that the soft rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs stopped. You halted your gait, “is something the matter?” your grip tightened around the shovel, sweat dripping down the sides of your face and mouth dry.

 “I’ll come back another day, I have training to do.” He stated, a hint of bitterness at the end of that. The heavy air around you vanished, causing you to collapse on the ground, panting with arms shaking to hold yourself up. It took you until the sun fully rose to finally gain the strength to stand, returning to your gardening tasks and using the grooming as a well needed distraction.

 You didn’t see the mysterious stranger until two weeks later, startled awake by a vision. The same ghoulish face, haunting, fangs poking out of his mouth and this time you were sure of it- two sharp horns curling out of his forehead and pointing right at you. Although this time you had a feeling he was… hungry? You checked the time. Five in the morning. More than enough time to whip something up and set aside something on the off chance your dream became a reality. If not, a nice snack for later. You boxed up the rice and greens, not really sure what to bring along, and switched into your work clothes, smock full of pods. You grabbed the shovel, shears, and extended leaf trimmer, bringing a five-gallon bucket along for the ride and set yourself up in the wisteria. It was short work before your guest arrived, this time you heard them approaching and stop short at a neighboring tree.

 “You haven’t been around recently.”

 “I’ve been training.” You hummed in acknowledgement, setting your tools aside and rummaging through your bag, pulling out the container of rice and greens and a complementary set of cutleries. You placed them gingerly out from underneath the wisteria.

 “I brought you something to eat,” you retreated back within its grasp, picking up the tree cutter for the hard to reach spots. You ignored the way your chest tremored with pride as you heard the scraping against the bowl, all quiet except for the occasional grunt. The bowl rattle as it was placed on the ground.

 “Why didn’t you add any meat? It was almost not even worth eating,” he retreated back to the base of a neighboring tree, watching.

 “You ate it all, did you not?” you replied between hooking small branches and trimming. You’d have to bring a ladder later on to get the topmost branches. “What team do you train with? I haven’t seen anyone else around recently.”

 “The rest of the team prefers to train at night, and rest during the day. We’re a newer group,” he began the dull scratching of the neck.

 “And you don’t? Must be pretty lonely.”

 “I do, I just can’t sleep as easily.”

 “And where do they stay? That you couldn’t also?” You could tell the question took him off guard, the only sound being the creak of the tree branches pulled by the wind and the tattering of their leaves. It was beautiful in the spring, the young fresh green leaves and the comfortable temperature. Chilly in the morning with dew leaving a damp sheen on all of the plants. You again heard the sound of snapping twigs coming closer, something lightweight placed beside the bowl. You carefully traced the ground, the lost petals, the pebbles, all the way to a small pair of black gloves placed beside the bowl. Neat, sleek, with a small gold charm in the shape of a hand attached to the cuff. He was gone. You didn’t touch the bowl or the gloves until you finished your work. You held them in your hands, turning them over. They were work gloves. Although they looked far too slim for your hands, let alone strong enough to hold up against a sturdy root or a thorny branch. Even so, you slid your hands into the gloves, feeling the smooth fabric stretch around your hands.

 You took your lunch inside, searching for your supervisor and tucking the gloves in your pouch.

[ao3feed-tododeku]

Well, I wasn't expecting that!

Well, I wasn't expecting that! by BunnyBish101

Izuku rung his fingers together nervously, waiting for Todoroki to join him by the common room door.

They were going to the shops to find a new All Might figurine that Izuku wanted. Since he was too nervous to go alone- ever since the mall incident with Shigaraki, his neck had become tight if he even thought about it, remembering the fingers that had clutched it so harshly, squeezing- so Todoroki had offered to go with him. Except there was one problem.

Izuku had a massive crush on Todoroki.

**Just some fluff to celebrate my birthday!!!**

Words: 1876, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of The adventures of Tododeku

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Cute, Fluff, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku is a Nerd, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku is Bad at Feelings, Todoroki Shouto is a Dork, Todoroki Shouto is a Sweetheart, Todoroki Shouto Has a Crush, Todoroki Shouto in Love, Todoroki Shouto is a Mess, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffy Ending, Idiots in Love

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23602516

[ao3feed-shigadabi]

by crankgameplays

“this is a fucking joke,” dabi growls out as he stomps into the bar, slamming the door behind him. the whole building rattles as three faces and one… vague misty appearance look up at him. “someone tell me i’m in a goddamn nightmare.” 

“dabi-chan!” toga squeals, and she’s on her feet before twice can stop her. “oh my god, you’re so adorable!” she runs up to him, and he ducks out of the way before she can grab him. “let me pet ‘em! i bet they’re so soft! oh, why are they red?” 

the fluffy cat ears that have appeared on top of his head flick in irritation. because, yeah, he has fucking cat ears now. and a tail, twitching irritably through the hole that they ripped in his pants. his last fucking good pair of pants.  -

adventures in dabi the neko.

Words: 2160, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Dabi, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Toga Himiko, Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Bubaigawara Jin | Twice

Relationships: Dabi/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko

Additional Tags: this, im so sorry for thu, this is a cat boy dabi fic, no thoughts just dabi with cat ears, theres no smut, but boy is it pushing it!, the sexual tension in this bar, is astronomical, nonbinary kurogiri rights, the other characters are only in it for a min, its mostly shigadabi, neko, Okay anyways, im sorry for this dont judge me, i simply exist to think about dabi, no beta we die like men, no capital letters, all lower case

[myherohcs]

Shigaraki's S/O: I'm in a bad mood today

Shigaraki: WELL GREAT NOW I HAVE TO BE IN A WORSE MOOD

[ladysunamireads]

Well, I wasn't expecting that!

Well, I wasn't expecting that! by BunnyBish101

Izuku rung his fingers together nervously, waiting for Todoroki to join him by the common room door.

They were going to the shops to find a new All Might figurine that Izuku wanted. Since he was too nervous to go alone- ever since the mall incident with Shigaraki, his neck had become tight if he even thought about it, remembering the fingers that had clutched it so harshly, squeezing- so Todoroki had offered to go with him. Except there was one problem.

Izuku had a massive crush on Todoroki.

**Just some fluff to celebrate my birthday!!!**

Words: 1876, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of The adventures of Tododeku

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Cute, Fluff, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku is a Nerd, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, Midoriya Izuku is Bad at Feelings, Todoroki Shouto is a Dork, Todoroki Shouto is a Sweetheart, Todoroki Shouto Has a Crush, Todoroki Shouto in Love, Todoroki Shouto is a Mess, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffy Ending, Idiots in Love

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23602516

[hearthhhh]

Could I get a matchup? I'm older than your usual audience at 33 lol. Non-binary pansexual. I love Mystic Messenger, BNHA, and Seven Deadly Sins. I'm told I'm very sweet and understanding, but I can go full protect mode when needed. I like BJDs, sculpting, reading and video games. I'm a major goth babe even if I'm fluffy. I have green curly hair and green ish grey eyes. I've been through literal hell but keep smiling for my friends because they need me to be their light.

Okay ball jointed dolls look hella cool and I never really knew they existed until this ask. Also I originally paired you with Jirou, but I think you wanted a matchup more your age so I took that into consideration!  

I pair you with…

🥢 This took me a bit... I looked through heroes and couldn’t find anyone, and the second I started considering villains, I thought Shigaraki was perfect.

🥢 I feel like Shigaraki wouldn’t pay attention to anyone that isn’t a villain. Heroes to him are scum, and he has no problem murdering the innocent. So you’d have to be a villain, and eventually would join the league.

🥢 I think you being apart of the Liberation would make this a whole lot more interesting, but I don’t want to risk spoiling anything for you. So I’ll stick with plain and simple, you’re apart of the League of Villains.

🥢 I can imagine your aesthetic mending really well with the League. They mostly dress in cold dark colours, and I feel like your goth babe vibes would fit nicely.

🥢 You’re so sweet I cant imagine you being a villain without a huge reason. You’re doing this to protect someone, maybe a best friend. The League is eventually made aware of this. Dabi’s the one to reveal it, moodily and a bit rudely.

🥢 You’re such a mom to the League. You dress their wounds, try and keep their sleeping schedules in check. I’d imagine you fawning the most over Toga and Twice. You’d try with Dabi, he’s a hot mess, but he pushes you away.

🥢 What’s really important to Shigaraki is loyalty. You create strong platonic bonds and protect your friends really well, so I feel like that’s why Shigaraki noticed first about you.

🥢 Shigaraki would begin to warm up to you after a fight. He sees you mercilessly defending a wounded league member, and Shigaraki’s able to properly see how seriously you take this whole villain thing.

🥢 After this, Shigaraki reluctantly lets you sore on him. He’ll glare, scoff, and sigh in irritation, but sometimes he’ll lean into your touch. Shigaraki would never voice it, but he loves getting his wounds treated by you. He also likes the caring attention you give him, especially due to the significant lack of attention he gets on a daily basis. Shigaraki’s so touch starved.

🥢 So you guys get closer that way, with your protectiveness looming over the league like a protective cloak. You love them and they look up to you. Shigaraki’s admiration for you grows steadily.

🥢 You two play lots of video games together! He hates losing and gets pretty sucky about it, so sometimes you’ll let him win. But you both have fun and exchange playful banter!

🥢 Considering your parental nature , I feel like Shigaraki’s sense of humor would bring you just a bit of concern, but be an entertaining dynamic. He has a dark and offesnive sense of humour, and I feel like you’re softer and a bit fluffy.

🥢 You know that one meme where person a says “someone will die” and person b happily adds on “from fun!”? Yeah that’d definitely be you two, to an extent. While you definitely fight when it comes down to it, especially in self defense, you’re softer in comparison to Shigaraki.

🥢 Getting into a relationship with Shigaraki would be a little difficult. You’d have to know him well to understand exactly what he’s getting at. But then again, also knowing Shigaraki, he’d have to have known you for a long time and understand you like the back of his hand (unintentional pun oop).

🥢 You two don’t ever really confirm your relationship at first. Shigaraki would ask you casually and kinda gruffly to go out, maybe to eat, and that’s all the confirmation you need that this is a bit more than platonic. He’s acting reserved and you can tell the question brought him significant embarassment. Shigaraki even asked you out in front of the rest of the League, who are watching through warry eyes because why the fuck is he acting so wierd? But you get the underlying message, somehow.

🥢 After you two start going out there isn’t really a change in your relationship. Shigaraki looks after you with concern and tries his best to match the parental concern you emit like second nature. He admires that aspect of you and tries to show his appreciation by doting over you to the best of his ability. Others say it comes off as nosey and a bit heavy, but the poor boy tries his best.

🥢 He’s really protective of you. Shigaraki wouldn’t so much as let people look at you too threateningly, let alone raise their voice, and stays glued to your side during missions.

🥢 Shigaraki likes chilling in your room. He’s afraid to touch any of your BJDs or sculptures in case he accidentally turns them to dust, but he likes admiring them from afar. It gives your room a cool vibe and he likes being in there, sometimes wordlessly walking in and finding a place to sit randomly.

I pair you with…

🥢 I’d imagine you catch Merlin’s attention. You’re pretty well known in your village for your sculptures, and she catches wind of your talent. She comes asking for a sculpture for a spell.

🥢 You two get along pretty well. You’re really open with what you do, and Merlin admires your sculptures and praises you. I think she’s also have an interest in BJDs, maybe even have a small collection herself.

🥢 Merlin grows intrigued with you from your first meeting and visits you several times afterwards.

🥢 I feel like Merlin is the type to have a ton of contacts, so she keeps in touch originally just to have you as an acquaintance she can go to for favours. She’s alright with popping by a couple times to help you out with some stuff, and you’d have a magic tool that you use to keep in touch with her.

🥢 It takes a while for Merlin to start to get to know you well. During some of her random visits to your village, she catches you with your friends a couple times. Imagine her literally just appearing behind you, calling out from the weirdest places. Peeking out from a rooftop, sitting at a table that you could’ve sworn was empty when you looked at it a second ago, walking out of a dead end alley. Merlin’s full of surprises.

🥢 But on that note, Merlin likes seeing you with your friends! She thinks you look full of life, and you’re always smiling and just overall so giddy. She admires you from afar from a lot, or pops in and joins you all because she likes seeing you that happy and carefree.

🥢 Eventually you ought to notice Merlin’s interests. So you invite her over for tea, hot chocolate, coffee, whatever you prefer. Merlin isn’t picky I see her liking just about everything.

🥢 But you guys chill pretty regularly after you reach out to her. You’ve opened the door to friendship rather than acquaintanceship. Merlin usually shows up unannounced, but at least comes at reasonable hours, like in the afternoon.

🥢 I bet Merlin would bring small nicknacks from her adventures, and learns after bringing a book that you like reading! She takes that into an account, and now whenever she visits brings one book from whereever she traveled. Invest in bookshelves, buddy, cause Merlin’s going all out!

🥢 Merlin’s definitely a big reader too. I can totally imagine you two choosing one book from the collection Merlin steadily brings you, you two get together to talk about one book you’ve read after the month is over. It’s really cute and casual and overall great bonding time.

🥢 Merlin is definitely the type to sit down and talk thuroughly about a relationship. I’d imagine she literally sets a date for when she’d like to talk, even calling you before hand.

🥢 Merlin tries to be as friendly as possible, and the conversation isn’t as intimidating as you’d think! You two sit down and talk maturely about what you’d want in a relationship, what your boundaries would be, and what pace you’d like the relationship to go at.

🥢 Afterwards there is a noteiceable change in how you and Merlin act. She’s much more romantic and definitely surprises you with flowers a lot. She doesn’t leave a note with them or anything, she’d love leaving them in random parts of your home for you two find.

🥢 Merlin would totally be the Queen of romance. Dates with her are the absolute best and so romantic. She likes taking you to faraway places and spoiling you rotten.

🥢 Merlin loves that parental side of you, and as much as Merlin tries to spoil you, you ultimately win her over a lot.

🥢 Merlin loves when you make her hot drinks and force her to rest and eat. She’s the type to overwork herself to the point of fainting, although she rarely shows anyone. But you can see how tired she is, and how she stubbornly pushes through it.

🥢 Merlin is a sucker for cuddling! It gets her to stay still and rest, too. So really it’s a win win; Merlin’s able to settle down, and you two get to be mushy and romantic.

🥢 You guys aren’t the most mundane, but you guys are spontaneous! There’s always a surprise around the corner when you’re with Merlin! She’s a really exciting and romantic partner.

I pair you with…

🥢 I bet you and Yoosung would get along almost immediately!

🥢 You two would obviously bond over video games at first. Yoosung’s very vocal about the interests you two share and is excited that you click so well! You guys would end up totally flooding the messenger, and the rest of RFA would have to usher you two into private text messages.

🥢 If you’ll let him, Yoosung can talk to you for hours. He likes people who are nice and just overall loves your vibe.

🥢 While Yoosung tries to brush of your parently doting, he sorta needs someone to remind him to eat and sleep and basically take care of himself. Yoosung would show his appreciation later, telling you how great he feels and thanking you immensely.

🥢 You guys start to build this really cute friendship. You two bond over the smallest things, and make up the RFA’s cheerleading duo. You guys are both so supportive of everyone else and everyone looks forwards to your commentary whenever they share anything with the group chat. Even if the comments are late, you and Yoosung never fail to share your words.

🥢 No one’s really surprised when you two start hanging out regularly. You guys just get along so well you basically drift to each other’s sides.

🥢 You two become a powerduo that everyone sort of loops in together. Your names are usually in the same sentence. You’re basically the same person.

🥢 Yoosung frequently talks about his lack of success in his love life throughout your friendship. Gradually, you begin to think of him in a different light, and I’d imagine you gain a crush on him slowly. Yoosung on the other hand falls for you hard, near the beginning of your friendship. Except he doesn’t voice anything because he likes being around you so much, he’s afraid to jeapordise your friendship.

🥢 You guys spend a lot of time being friends, and the rest of the RFA tease you two occassionally. To them, it’s pretty obvious you both caught feelings. Jumin even makes it a point to state how pointless he thinks the secrecy is. Why not just confess?

🥢 Yoosung eventually bites the bullet and tries to mention it as casually as he can. But knowing him, this comes out the opposite. He’s pretty awkward about it and stuttering over the phone. Yoosung basically confesses that he has feelings for you, but respects how you feel. He practically prepares for a rejection, he sounds so sad.

🥢 When you tell him you feel the same he’s ecstatic!

🥢 Prepare for daily rants on the groupchats from Yoosung about how much he likes you. Everyone’s relieved you two finally got together, and they praise the both of you.

🥢 Being in a relationship with Yoosung is the absolute sweetest. He’s so supportive of you and whatever you do, and he’s forever showering you with praise. He’s awestruck at the simplest things and loves you so much.

🥢 You’d definitely have to be aware of how he’s handling himself. While Yoosung is pretty vocal about how he’s feeling, that makes taking care of him easier.

🥢 Yoosung is really vocal about just about everything. This really builds the foundation for trust, and you guys don’t really have any barriers when it comes to sharing things. Overall, you guys have a really healthy relationship and you’re just two really sweet babes.