#the darker sides of deku

[queenpiranhadon]

Hello! You commented on my post about my dream request so here it goes...

Pro Hero! Dynamite is dating Underground Pro Hero! Y/N. He doesn't know she's a hero, doesn’t even know she has a quirk. She has a "job" where she can travel a lot; a model for Mitsuki & Masura (they know, because parent instincts). Anyway, YN gets sent on a lot of missions with Pro Hero! Deku since he's one of the few who likes working with everybody. Dynamite sees how close they are and is seething, and end ups turning it into a huge fight.

(i woke up at this point but pls make it comfort if you can)

thank you in advance!!🫶🏾🫶🏾

A/N: Idk if this is what you wanted but I loved this prompt so much!! Big thanks to @zanarkandskylines for beta reading and editing this I owe you so much 😭 Here's my masterlist!

Warning(s): f!reader, Katsuki and reader are dating. and they live together, reader is an underground pro hero with a pre-established quirk, mentions of blood, Katsuki thinks reader is cheating on him with Deku, angst to fluff, characters might be a little ooc, mentions of passing out, reader cries a lot, Katsuki does too, Katsuki almost kicks reader out, cursing, Katsuki calls reader princess.

Pairing: Pro Hero! Bakugou Katsuki x Underground Pro Hero! Reader

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Shit. 

Pain flares up in your abdomen as you try not to think about the blood gushing out of your side, as the taste of iron lines your taste buds, making you want to vomit. 

You were on a mission with your close friend and pro hero, Deku, who you consider a friend till the end after endless mission assignments together. Your quirk, Rays, allowed you to control the lighting of any setting you were in- even if it were bright outside, you could plunge anything within a 100-mile radius into complete darkness if you chose to do. Along with that, you could illuminate anything within the same distance in the middle of the night. Your eyes would change colors while your quirk was active, growing lighter and darker with the lighting around you- a feature that allowed you to be hired as a model for Jiyū, a clothing company owned by renowned clothing designers, Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugou. They joked that that lighting always favored you during photoshoots, capturing your eyes in such an alluring way that it was almost like you were the one who made the clothing look exceptional. They’d often drop hints that you would, in fact, be a perfect fit for their hotheaded son. You’d laugh at their insistence, waving off their jokes. They never would guess the reason behind your choice of career path, especially as a secret pro hero. 

You were an underground Pro Hero by the name of Sola – specializing in espionage and stealth, a major asset to Pro Hero Deku as you balanced his brute force with elegance and mobility. You loved your job, not ever having to need to be prominent on the Hero charts and found your reward through the knowledge that you were helping others. It was silly, you thought, to sneak around with a secret identity like all the books you read, unlike the Pro Heroes you knew that basked in attention. And even though you didn’t need people fawning over you 24/7, you still had one issue with all the secrecy. 

That being your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou.  

You loved him with your entire heart, and more, as he did you. The both of you got together a few months after the explosive blonde had graduated from UA, your relationship blowing up the tabloids with a bang as he climbed the hero rankings. 

You trusted him with your life, and he trusted you with his heart, and yet you couldn’t tell him about your job as an underground pro hero.  

This was one of the reasons why.  

You hid behind a pillar in the abandoned warehouse you had caught a drug network alongside Pro Hero Deku. The both of you were tracking the pricks for months, coming home late every night with a new excuse to tell Katsuki. You knew it would burden him with worry, choosing to keep your secret hero identity just that - a secret, even from Katsuki. He couldn't worry about you when he had his own job as a Pro Hero to worry about.  

Not to mention he wasn’t exactly on the best terms with the greenette you worked with constantly. 

The fight ensued, you heard Deku’s grunts and the cracks of bones, no doubt his One for All in usage. You manipulated the light around him, effectively blinding your opponents while giving your partner the advantage of sight.  

You were losing blood at a rapid pace, head becoming fuzzy as your body slumps to the floor, giving into the exhaustion from overuse of your quirk. 

The last thing you heard before the world turned black was Deku’s triumphant call for you, reporting that all the villains were restrained.  

When you woke up, you were in Izuku’s apartment, head hazy and your temples throbbed like they were being stabbed repeatedly by blunt needles.  

You got up without a word, thanking Izuku for his hospitality before leaving to go home, brushing off his concerns and walking out his front door.  

Anxiety gnawed at you on the taxi ride home, subconsciously fiddling with your shirt to make sure your bandages weren’t visible, and praying to whatever deity was watching over you that Katsuki wouldn’t notice.  

You reached your apartment complex, taking a deep breath and settling for a somewhat content look, before inserting your keys into the lock and opening the door, basking in the familiar warmth of your shared home. 

Spotting Katsuki at the kitchen stove, you creep up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, to which he stiffens, but you don’t think much of it as you tighten your arms around him.  

“I’m home!” You sing, smushing your cheek against him but he says nothing.  

Worry works its way through your mind, wondering why he wasn’t responding, until his gruff voice snaps you back into focus. 

“Where were you.” he says, phrasing it like a statement, not a question.  

Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach- does he know? Did Izuku tell him?  

Wh-what?” A nervous laugh escapes you. Had you been caught? “I told you, I was in the US -” 

“Cut the bullshit.” he snaps, and you let go of him – you can physically feel your heart snap in two. “Where. were. you."

“I...” you trail off, the words caught in your throat, willing the tears that threatened to spill not to fall.  

You both stand there, wordless, staring at his eyes, full of pain.  

“You never even loved me, did you?” he says, voice cracking full of emotion, your eyes widening.  

“Katsuki no- I" You try to explain, but he cuts you off, the pounding in your head returning with the new rush of emotions.  

“Just stop. Please. Leave and never come back.” He spits out, tears finally dripping down his face. “Go fucking be happy with shitty Deku because obviously he’s a better fucking boyfriend than me.”

He thought you were cheating on him. Those late nights coming home, prolonged trips without explanation- god you were so stupid.  

You rush towards him, mind racing as you try to explain, try to fix things. You couldn’t lose him, you couldn’t- it would destroy you in ways unimaginable.  

And yet, he pushed you away forcefully, making you cry out in pain as he contacts your wound in your side.  

He almost stops breathing when he sees the blood, your blood, on his hands.  

You panic, and he grabs you by the shoulders, lifting your shirt up to reveal the bandage wrapped around your torso that the blood managed to seep through.  

“Kats-” 

“Who fucking hurt you.” he growls, low and feral- all resentment from the previous conversation melting away with the realization that you weren’t with Deku – or at least in the way he thought.  

“I’m an Underground Pro Hero.” You whisper, a desperate attempt to mask your feelings as you curl into yourself. You can’t risk looking up at Katsuki and seeing his reaction. 

“You what- fuck, you have a quirk?!” He looks at you, eyes wide.  

You nod hesitantly, his vermilion stare meeting your own, attempting to assess what else you could be hiding from him. 

“I wasn’t allowed to tell you- the Commision wouldn’t let me, I wanted to tell you so bad Katsuki, but I knew you had so much on your plate, and I didn’t want to bother you, and-” you break down, Katsuki cutting you off as he encircles you in his arms, consoling you silently, letting your distraught form melt into his embrace.  

Heaving sobs turned into choking cries, which dwindled into sniffles that lead to silence. You’d drifted off, cried yourself into a sleepy daze while he carefully cradled you in the kitchen. His own guilt ate away at him- he understood your situation, the Commission was as unsympathetic to a hero’s situation as the League was to anything. But it still hurt, that stupid Deku knew about your status as a Pro Hero before he did. He shook his head, dispersing his feelings. He hated himself for his words, for assuming the worst and thinking you were capable of doing something so low. Running his fingertips over your bandages gingerly, a pang of worry struck through him. He wiped the tears off his face, and then yours, lifting your sleeping form and headed for your bedroom. 

Right now, he needed to take care of you.  

Changing you out of your clothes, he settles you into one of your favorite worn out shirts of his, tucking you into bed before getting ready to sleep himself. 

He joins you in bed, heaving a shaky breath after everything, wrapping his arms around you, one hand placed on the back of your head and the other on the small of your back, holding you against his chest like you were made of porcelain - too scared to let you go, but scared of breaking you, too.  

“Goodnight, princess.”

[red-writes]

On a dark and stormy night

professor! izuku midoriya x student! reader

summary: reader is in love with her professor and izuku is weak when it comes to you...

content contains: daddy kink, spanking, squirting, smut, the nickname 'little girl', reader gets her back blown out.

red's note: a little darker than what I typically write also am I slowly developing a daddy kink? who knows

it's pouring outside but you're not willing to turn around now. your hair is sticking to your face, your jeans are clingy and cold and you can't seem to rid yourself of the chill that the poor weather brings you. your finger hovers over the doorbell, hand shaking as you decide to press the small button. you've been to his house so many times but it feels different right now, feels like you're making a mistake. the lightning that cracks in the sky makes you jump and almost solidifies that gut feeling as truth but as you're about to turn around the door opens.

"y/n?" he asks, then he gasps and pulls you inside. his house is warm and yet you still don't stop shivering.

"you're soaking wet-- how did you get here?" he asks as he runs to the sofa and drapes you in a blanket, every time you've come to his house he always drove you seeing as he lived further than any professor on campus. he ushers you from the doorway after you kick off your shoes and you don't open your mouth to respond, instead you grab his arm and he halts in his tracks.

"are you okay? what's going--" his words get caught in his throat as he witnesses you. you've dropped the blanket onto the floor and you begin undoing the clasp on the front of your top before it slides off your shoulders.

"'m cold professor.." you say, voice small and izuku swallows hard as you unbutton your jeans, sliding them down your thighs before kicking them away. you unhook your bra and let your breasts free for deku's eyes to swallow whole.

"please warm me up" you plead as you reach for his hand and place it on your hot mound. izuku swallows yet again and his mouth is held open for a moment before he speaks, shocked at your bold display.

"you don't know what you're doing..what you're asking me to do" he says, but doesn't move his hand.

"don't you want me professor?" you look down at the erection poking against the fabric of his sweatpants. "it looks like you do"

he shakes his head 'no' but again makes no move to push you away and so you walk closer to him, so close that your chests are pressed against each other and he sucks in a breath, he can feel how hard your nipples are through the thinness of his t-shirt. he can't do this, he shouldn't do this. you're his student, someone who admires and looks up to him by indulging in this he would be way out of bounds. he could lose his job, he could lose everything.

"y/n..you're just confused. I know, after having those conversations about your life growing up and your father not really being there for you, having a person like me step into that role has you wanting to cling onto me, to have me fill the void of your dad but I'm not him and we shouldn't be doing this. if you leave now, I'll forget it ever happened. I'll pretend I never saw you like this" he states, firmly although his voice wavers when he feels your wetness soak his fingers from over your panties.

"fine" you say and pull away from him, izuku is relieved, thinking you've finally come to your senses but instead you pull down your underwear and kick them to the side, you bend over the back of his couch and spread your pussy lips open for him to see.

"you're right professor, I want you to be my daddy." you turn your head behind you to look at him and your fingers find your clit as you rub circles onto the twitching bud. "professor, don't you want to be my daddy? please say yes daddy...I need you" you moan and izuku's cock drips pre-cum into his underwear, cock hard and pulsing at your words. his feet are glued to the floor but his eyes are focused on every sway of your hips, every press of your fingers onto your clit.

"daddy, please, come fuck me daddy" you whine as you slip two fingers in your soaking cunt and begin fucking yourself with them. izuku curses under his breath and walks over to you taking your fingers out your cunt, he uses that same arm to pull you up and he smashes his mouth against yours. your hands are quick to find the band of his of sweatpants and shoving the grey fabric down his thighs, just enough to expose his cock. you lean back over the couch and he strokes his cock a few times before pressing the reddened mushroom tip against your fluttering hole. in one even thrust he's fully seated inside of you. the girth of his cock had your hands squeezing the back of the couch for dear life. every thrust he gave you felt like he was knocking the wind straight out of your lungs.

"does my little girl like that? does she love the feeling of her daddy's cock stretching her out?" and your cunt squeezes around his cock at the sound of the nickname falling from his lips.

"yes daddy!" you cry and he does as you ask, his thrusts become harder, rocking your body forward and his cock grinds against that soft spot inside your cunt, making your eyes roll as his fat tip assaults it with ease. he slaps your ass and the sting has your cunt squeezing his cock like a vice and izuku nearly cums at the feeling. he raises his hand and slaps your ass again, this time you cum from the burning sensation left behind on your ass cheek. your eyes roll back into your head and your body trembles underneath him as your orgasm washes over you. but he doesn't stop, he keeps spanking you until your ass is raw and bruised just so he can feel that vice-like grip on his cock. you're well past overstimulated, the feeling of getting your cunt fucked on top of having your ass spanked until it was painful had yet another orgasm drawn out of you a rush of liquid shot out of your cunt and onto the man behind you as well as the floor.

"no..stop daddy 'm squirting! stop stop aah!" you cried but he didn't, he couldn't, not when the girl he'd been lusting after for months finally forces his hand. not when he was so close to cumming. izuku looked up from the place where you two met and looked at your fucked-out face, eyes hazy with drool dripping out the side of your mouth. with a mumbled 'fuck' he felt his balls tighten as he came. his hips didn't stop immediately, his thrusts were shallow and he laid on top of you as he finished emptying his load into you.

he only moved off of you when he felt himself soften inside of you. when he pulled away a mixture of your cum dripped out of you and onto the floor beneath you.

"let's get you cleaned up" he says and you stand back up on wobbly legs and walk until you sit on the couch. he follows you and you pull him by his t-shirt to the floor in front of you and it's clear what you want him to do.

"daddy will you eat your little girls pussy, please?"

izuku gulps. his eyes dart from your eyes to your swollen, ruined cunt. his cock was already beginning to swell with blood once more. you were dangerous but izuku just couldn't resist you.

[tales-from-elysivm]

I saw your bakugou with sibling reader! I loved it and would like to ask for a continuation

Maybe when the reader gets their quirk? And how would the family and others react if it does turn out to be more powerful than his

★。／ plus ultra: echo burst! ＼。★

pairing: bakugo x gn!sibling!reader (part two!)

(here's a link to part one if you haven't read it yet!)

fandom: boku no hero academia

word count: 5.4k

tw: none! purely some platonic, wholesome fluff. of course, a bit of cussing from bakugo, and some canon typical violence, unedited because i’m too tired for that-  (very little violence, only implied/mentioned, little baby y/n bakugo doesn’t need that–)

notes: this is my first fic sequel! on my old blog, i had a sequel planned out and requested of bakugo’s sibling ending up quirkless, so if anyone wants to see a secondary sequel about a quirkless!sibling as well, let me know! but of course, they/them pronouns for little sibling bakugo, and please enjoy! thank you again for requesting this fic anon!

! be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed !

‘don’t touch that y/n.’

katsuki bakugo reluctantly holds onto the tiny, chubby hand of his little sibling, dragging them haphazardly through a crowded market aisle. despite being late to your appointment at the doctor, you had begged him to take you to get ice cream afterwards. your appointment had gone well, and mitsuki had demanded he do anything you wanted today.

he decides to let you loose in a merchandise store just off the side of the street. it’s the same one where you had gotten your all might onesie, and your favourite lunch boxes. he wouldn’t be surprised if it was the same place deku got all his merch too.

looking around at the merch, he can’t help but think of your appointment, though it hadn’t really bothered him at all before now.

things were great. your joints in your little toe showed you would get your quirk at some point, it would develop, which would no doubt relieve his mother - she had long ago begun doubting whether you would end up quirkless, and the idea had concerned her until she had almost driven herself mad. but, according to him, you were fine. a quirk would come to you eventually, it just had to develop, and he told bakugo that things would be fine with a hearty smile on his round face.

it had made him think - he would only admit that it was briefly - what it would be. your quirk. would it be explosive like his own or would it be defensive or weaker? despite thinking of this too, he didn’t really have the heart - and he had one, deep down, for you - to think of his sibling any differently.

‘katsuki!’ you come running up to him, a round bandaid on your bare arm from the blood test you undertook. you cried a little, but toughed it up, your eyes still slightly red. in your arms is a soft midnight plush, and you hold it out to him with the biggest grin he’s probably ever seen. ‘can i get a midnight?’

he looks at it for a moment. he doesn’t even bother asking how much it might be before he deflates at the doe-eyed look you give your big brother. you walk him to the counter and hold his hand while he pays for your new plushee. one you definitely didn’t need.

with midnight plush in hand, you let him lead you out of the store.

bakugo isn’t stupid, he knows the city isn’t safe when it gets darker. he knows that villains lie on almost every corner, and that he can’t always predict when or where they might strike. he had let you drag him anywhere, and stupidly he followed. because what kind of brother would he be if he denied you? that’s how he ends up halfway across the city and carrying you home while you doze off on his shoulder. your midnight plush pressed tightly between your backs. but something passes overhead, a dark shape in the sky. a shop alarm rings out through the blackness of the street. the night lights flicker on. 

it’ll only take him about fifteen minutes to get you home. but even he can feel the slightest thrill of fear that sets in. a prickling on his skin. 

then a bin in the alley rattles and knocks over. from the quick flash he can see, it’s not one of the villains he’s seen before, or at least no one important enough to remember. his grip tightens around your legs, hoisting you higher on his back before he continues his walk home, his steps quickening despite himself.

your head lolls on his shoulder, your face pressed into his shirt.

‘kat? what’s wrong?’ he doesn’t answer you, only slides you onto the concrete quickly and hides you behind an alcove in the storefront. he makes sure you’re hidden by the foliage hanging overhead. ‘katsuki?’

‘stay here, ok?’ he tells you quietly, ruffling your hair a little bit to calm the panicked glaze in your eyes. it doesn’t work. his parents were always better at this stuff. ‘don’t make a sound.’

you’ve watched katsuki fight before. you’ve seen villain attacks that he got caught up with on the news, as a u.a student it’s almost expected. but this is different. you had never seen it in person. never felt the heat radiating off his explosions, seen the buildings behind this villain crumble on impact, never felt the ringing of your ears when it finally bursts. no, this is different. katsuki has only been hit once or twice, dodging the villains knives that seem to almost miraculously float around him, flying in any direction he pleases. it scares you, just how close it feels now. you don’t think you like it very much at all.

but then katsuki dodges one of those flying knives, and on his cheek a shallow wound oozes a trickle of blood. he wipes it away nonchalantly, like this happens all the time. you had never seen something like this, he was always patched up by the time he came home to see you. but this is terrifying. 

without a thought, you leap forward from the alcove, little legs pounding the pavement as you plant yourself in the space between katsuki and the villain. your little arms outstretched to protect your brother, your midnight plush clutched in your fists. fat tears roll down your round cheeks and your lip trembles.  the villain laughs at you, you think. and katsuki yells at you to reach cover again. maybe he barks out some threat, hoping it would scare you enough to run away. but it doesn’t. instead, you let yourself be curled into his arms and you hold midnight like a beacon. your crying erupts into earth-shattering screams.

a shockwave bursts from your fingers, the force pulsating in your skin and travelling up your arms. it hurts a little bit, makes your arms shake. your knees feel weak as you hold it, the bubble growing until it pins the villain against the alley wall. it crumbles under his weight, pushing his form against the brick. even if you wanted to you wouldn’t be able to let it go. 

‘y/n, it’s okay, it’s okay,’ katsuki soothes with a hand on your head, shielding your gaze from the villain as he finally falls limp to the floor. not quite dead, not yet at least. ‘let’s go home, yeah?’

you nod up at him, and the shockwave droops, it fades, becoming a small bubble around you and your brother, encasing you in safety as you play with the tips of midnight’s hair. 

katsuki doesn’t quite understand it immediately, but it clicks for him as he reaches the front step of your home, looking down at your sleeping form cradled in his arms, he realises just how powerful your quirk could be. your cheeks are red and splotchy from your crying before, and yet you look almost peaceful.

he moves aside your hair, and looks down at your face.

despite knowing you would always be an amazing hero, now he knew for sure. now he could probably brag that his little sibling was going to surpass even all might. 

maybe, he wouldn’t mind you surpassing him either, if you kept smiling like you had.

[tteokdoroki]

(🦭) ah yes grippy graspy handsy deku.. . . .. much to think abt.. . .. . also hELO i hope ur doing okay this week )):

☆༉ — IZUKU MIDORIYA. handsy.

about. he likes when you show him how to touch you. hi baby!! im doing okay, thank you for asking! i hope you are too <3

warnings. [n]sfw & smut. minors & ageless blogs do not interact. exhibitionism, dry humping, fingering, praise, use of good girl / baby, light choking & fem!reader.

the idea of deku’s hands always being on you. him always secretly observing how you touch yourself with your own hands too, making mental notes on how to replicate the feelings that you give yourself.

day to day, he notes the way your fingertips brush up and down your sides before you get dressed. how you sometimes cup your own neck for comfort and rest your palms on the swell of your thighs to keep yourself together in the image of a perfectly tied bow. and izuku watches, from his place in your bed — leaning back against the headboard with his mop of forest green curls curtaining his trained eyes. he stares from across the room at galas and summits as you toy with the pendant that cages your throat (his initials dangling at the nape, the emeralds glittering under the glow of the lights up above). his calculating gaze settles on your twitching thighs and quivering legs whenever he’s seated beside you, anticipating the moment you both can leave for home and the world consists of just the two of you once more.

izuku watches how you touch yourself in the most mundane ways so he can do it better. he wants to be the only one who knows how what makes you tick, what has your body twitching and writhing and those sweet sounds tumbling from between precious lips.

“sit back for me, sweetheart,” lust pools between your thighs as he speaks to you in a low whisper. izuku can be performative, play the nice guy and the hero with a smile but when it’s the two of you behind closed doors he changes — let’s the darker parts of him overshadow all of the rest, consuming you whole. “spread your legs nice and wide. i want to see you touch yourself.”

“izuku—“

he doesn’t take no for an answer and nips at your ear in warning. “oh i’m sorry, should i have asked?” his scared hands smooth over the swell of your thighs, his voice like high dose of ecstasy to relax you. “please, show me how you touch yourself.”

he squeezes and tugs at the rest of your body — the spots he knows are sensitive become victim to deku’s surprisingly sharp teeth and rough padded hands. your own nervously dance their way up to the crotch of your panties, your face hot at the wetness pooling in their seam. izuku could have easily taken over from here, he’s stroked your cunt to orgasm more times than he’s had to sign his name away for fans. but he knows that this is the one thing you can’t do without him.

the one thing about your body that he knows better than you do.

deku grunts softly when your hips buck into your own hand, chasing the light pressure you put on your clit — and he lets the sound bleed out into a syrupy moan as your fingers disappear beneath the flimsy material to play with the sticky mess between your folds.

“there she is, my good girl. i like when you play with yourself for me.” he praises you, sickly sweet like saliva mixed with honey. pleased with the sticky sounds coming from your pussy. green eyes drink in the way you start off slow and pick up the pace each time he moans or huffs or clicks his tongue in approval. you stuff your little fingers deep inside the hot veil of your quivering cunt, rut into the seat of your palm and grind your swollen clit into it because you like it when deku watches. when he touches you.

your hips stutter and deku’s chest heaves — you can hear him swallow thickly from behind you, the thought of him being so wrecked by the sight of you fingering yourself makes you gush. “is this how you do it…when i’m not here?”

“yeah… but it’s never enough.” you keen into his forest fire-like heat, let his arms wrap around you to keep you steady against his chest, let him tongue a wet stripe from your neck to your ear hungrily. “baby please—”

“i know baby, you’ve done so well. you know i like it when you put on a show for me.” pride swells up from his lower stomach, spreads into all four of his limbs then straight to his cock nestled against the curve of your ass. “let me take over from here.” taking your wrist into his much larger hand, you jolt as the raised and scarred skin that criss crosses over his palms and knuckles bumps your thighs.

and even though you’ve been working yourself open, each of your muscles seize and tighten as izuku pushes two thick fingers into your heat. he stretches you out like you’re about to take his cock, skilfully drags his thumb over your sticky messy clit just indulge himself.

izuku’s resolve is as strong and as firm as he stands — but even he isn’t immune to the high pitched cries and little mewls you let out as he fucks you open and mimics the way you make yourself shake with ecstasy. he’s awfully good at it, curling his fingers until he’s able to brush over that salacious spongy spot deep within your walls.

an airy chuckle vibrates in your ear at the sight of you gushing into his scarred palm. “that’s it, huh? the spot. fuck baby.” mossy curls send the ghost of goosebumps over your body as izuku nuzzles himself against you, like a cage or a blanket of dark lust that keeps you trapped in his reach. he manipulates your body with slow methodological shapes etched over the heartbeat in your pussy, spreading your arousal all over you until you’re both glossy and shiny.

lewd, unmissable squelches echo through your room — sounds you couldn’t achieve on your own. a wetness you couldn’t get without izuku’s help. you can’t even pin point the source of your own pleasure, not when his free hand maps out the curves and dips to your body even though deku knows them off by heart. he pinches and pulls you apart, forces you to fall apart underneath his touch as he tweaks your hardened nipples and taps his fingers against your pretty throat.

leaning forward into his hand, you let him give your airway a gentle squeeze.

“ah, you’re so fucking good, sweetheart,” you can tell that izuku is pleased with the way his tone jumps. his husky voice bounces around in the empty walls of your skull and you stretch accommodatingly around the third finger he gives you as a reward. “i think…i think i want to see you cum. doesn’t that sound nice?”

“i-izuku!” you reach behind you blindly and anchor your fingers into the roots of deku’s hair — pulling and tugging, anything to cope with the unimaginable ripples of lust that pulse through your shaky frame. he lets you writhe against him, grins to himself as you wildly buck into his hand as he pumps his digits in and out you equally as wild.

he moans heartily, frantically fucking you through the white hot pleasure. “again, say my name again.”

“izuku,” you cry again, but louder this time. you claw at his hand around your neck and the sheets and his skin because it all feels so good when he touches you. “izuku! izuku please!”

with your head thrown back against his shoulder, he marvels at the crease forming between your brows and the delicate way your mouth falls open around the shape of his name. “that’s my girl, that’s it. cum for me, sweetheart.” he goads as your orgasm washes over you hotly. it’s like the ground has been yanked out from beneath you and you’re free falling faster than your mind can catch up.

you clench hard around izuku’s sloppy fingers, letting him catch you and guide you through it all. “so pretty when you cum, keep that orgasm going for me, okay?” he’s sweet, pressing soft kisses to your temple and you feel a loving warmth blossom at each spot while deku grounds you. he’s there while the aftershocks make their way through you and your cunt seeps happily with your arousal. he holds you close, lazily tongues at your neck while he pulls out of you — as though not to cause you any pain.

deku lets his arousal soaked hand rest lovingly on your navel as a reminder of what’s to come and how far he could reach if he decided to fuck you later on. for now he whispers cotton-wrapped and honey dipped praises into your ear, massaging the parts of you that might be sore from spreading yourself for him. “did that feel good? are you okay?”

“yeah, yeah. ‘m more than okay,” you hum, all sleepy like, and croon your head upwards in search of a kiss and a handsome face full of freckles. “did you—?”

deku’s hands tighten on your waist. “did you expect me not to cum in my pants from feeling you up?” he laughs brightly. “i like touching you, you feel good. it feels good to me.”

that’s hot. he’s hot.

and you’re suddenly aware of the warm stickiness against your backside.

“n-next time, izuku,” you lower your voice to a purr, rolling over in his arms so that you’re both chest to chest. your hand dips between your bodies to stroke at his semi-hardness, boldly. “you’ll let me touch you? let me have you…it feels good for me too.”

and who is deku to deny your hungry request.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[darkonekrisrewrite]

The Lov are the protagonists of this series

So spoilers.......Deku got (will get) his arms back in less than 10 minutes (not an exaggeration) after losing them.

And it occurs to me, that between the heroes and the villains (specifically the Lov) of bnha, only one side has gone through the full spectrum of what shonen protagonists usually go through in their journeys.

The tragic backstory:

The character development:

Forming positive emotional bonds with a tight group of found friends/family:

Physical harm that is not fixed and has lasting consequences:

And the loss of close friends along the way:

All things that the the whole core Lov has gone through and is still going through now, and all the things that most of the heroes don't have.

The focused group of the hero kids, being deku, ochako, bakugo and shoto have gone through character development and some arguably have a "tragic backstory" (mostly just shoto's could be considered tragic), but everything else listed above?

Not so much.

They haven't really ever lost anything, definitely no friends killed, and haven't had any kind of lasting consequences throughout everything.

And the rest of class 1A is in the exact same place as they were at the halfway point of bnha, nothing has changed for them.

That applies to the rest of the hero side too.

Mirio lost his quirk?

Rewound, back in business.

Aizawa lost his childhood friend shirakumo?

Back as a nomu and the open-ended possiblity of healing/some form of recovery. (Though aizawa did lose his leg, with Eri's quirk power being left ambiguous, who knows?)

The only heroes who have lost anything with any sense of pertinence are endeavor and hawks.

Having darker back stories and tangible consequences.

But they're also the only heroes that narratively had it coming, and even then it still doesn't reach the level that the Lov is at.

Hawks doesn't have any bonds with anyone, despite whatever's going on with him and tokoyami.

They worked a hero internship together and hawks said some vaguely inspiring advice to tokoyami, that's pretty much it.

And endeavor seems to have gotten everything that he ever wanted, just the opposite of how he wanted it.

To be the number 1 hero, to make his son(s) powerful masterpieces, to protect the next generation.

There's not an instance of the heroes in bnha taking a true loss, at least not a loss that wasn't then gotten back later.

Bakugo was lost/kidnapped but they got him back.

All-might lost his power and couldn't be a hero anymore but then he was given an Ironman suit with power that could rival All for one.

Everything is walked back.

But with the Lov, whenever they get hit, it always leaves a mark that stays with them, and they change because of it.

Their injuries don't just go away, leaving very visible effects.

Their back stories left scars on them that they still struggle with in the present.

And their present situation isn't great so they find comfort in each other and the bonds they made together to get by.

Lastly when they lost their friend/comrade, it was treated with the same weight as if it were a hero losing their close friend, including the rage.

The "hero's journey" that shonen heroes usually move through seems to be walked by the villains in this story.

The Lov.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

My Hero Academy Masterlist

Be aware that these are fiction works made for entertainment purposes. It includes yandere behaviours and several triggers so make sure to READ THE WARNINGS at the beginning. 

I do not support any of these toxic behaviours. 

Some of the boys will be aged-up.

Reader is always female.

REACTIONS

▶ Toxic Relationship {Hawks, Dabi, Bakugo, Deku}

▶ Noncon {Hawks, Dabi, Bakugo}

Katsuki Bakugo

▶ Lover's Quarrel - You get away from Bakugo’s toxic clutches. But soon your peace comes to an end. (Toxic Relationship; minor Violence/Abuse)

+ Text Message: You file a restraining order.

+ Text Message: You plan to go out with friends

Dabi

▶ Hunger - Leaving you with an empty stomach is the first step for Dabi’s plan to break you. (Implied Kidnapping; Starvation; Manipulation)

+ Text Message: You file a restraining order.

+ Text Message: You plan to go out with friends

Hawks/Keigo Takami

▶ Can't Leave Me - Seeing a darker side of Keigo has you rethinking your entire relationship. But it’s not like Keigo is planning on letting you go.  (Murder; Kidnapping)

▶ Late Night - Keigo hates threatning you - only when necessary. ( Implied Kidnapping; Threats)

+ Text Message: You file a restraining order.

+ Text Message: You plan to go out with friends

Deku

+ Text Message: You file a restraining order.

+ Text Message: You plan to go out with friends

Yandere Reader

▶ Mine, Mine and Mine

Shoto Todoroki

▶ You're a small villain

+ Text Message: You file a restraining order.

+ Text Message: You plan to go out with friends

Mirio Togata

▶ Rejected Offer

[arjengelly]

✨A Ghost from the Past✨

“Senpai!” Deku’s fan from the new Class 1A waves to Deku as he races towards him from across the clean up zone.

“Oh hello!” Deku utters in surprise.

“I got something for you.” The young man pants as he tries to catch his breath.

“Oh… you didn’t have to…” Deku nervously smiles as he remembers Aoyama and his gifts of cheese.

Deku tries to set down the boxes he’d been carrying but his arms gave out in pain.

“Sorry, still not used to my own arms.” He clenches and unclenches his fists.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get that for you, but first…”

Deku’s fanboy pulls out a small canister from his pocket.

“It’s ointment… for your scars.”

“Oh! You really didn’t have to.” A shocked Deku utters as he didn’t expect someone to go through the trouble of doing something so nice on his behalf.

“Nah, it’s no big deal… your wounds kinda reminded me of my dad’s. He lost most of his fingers in a work accident prior to the war. If the ointment worked wonders for him, then it’ll work for you and ease your pain.”

The fan opened up the canister and reached for Deku’s hand. He began spreading the cream on the inside of Deku’s elbows and worked it down his arms.

Deku was a little taken aback by this but let the young man continue.

“You….don’t remember me… do you?” The fan boy questions his hero while keeping his eyes on Deku’s hands and motioning the cream in circles on Deku’s palms.

“Of course I do! You said I inspired you the other day.” Deku was stunned that his fan would think he was so vain enough to forget about him albeit he didn’t catch his name.

“No…. I mean from our childhood. Well back then I had darker purple hair… You stood up to some bullies that made me cry.” The student looks up past Deku and focuses on Katsuki and smiles faintly at him. Katsuki had been watching the two from afar for quite some time. The first year shifts his attention back to the ointment.

Deku was hit with sudden realization. His eyes darted towards Katsuki’s general direction but he didn’t turn away from his fan, who was gently spreading the cream to Deku’s fingertips and rubbing it in a motion that made Deku’s knees buckle. He was right about the ointment, it’s definitely working wonders and the feeling makes Deku want to do anything his fan would ask of him. Deku’s eyes were back on him. He wondered if it had something to do with the boy’s quirk and the rings around his fingers.

The student’s voice snaps Deku back into reality.

“My name’s Hiro Okuta.” He says as he works the ointment into the scar on Deku’s cheek.

“You were my hero back then too.” He says as he strokes Deku’s scar softly with his thumb, making sure to avoid his hero’s eyes. Hiro smiles longingly at Deku as he finishes up spreading the cream.

Deku gets flustered and his face starts turning red.

“Aw… You look like a strawberry.” Hiro chuckles as he closes the canister.

He takes a step forward to be by Deku’s side and puts his free hand on Deku’s shoulder and whispers in his ear.

“That’s my favorite fruit.” He says while looking directly at Katsuki.

An annoyed Katsuki started heading towards the pair.

“You two look awfully chummy!” Katsuki snaps.

“Ah! Kacchan!” Deku blurts in surprise.

“Here you go! For the scars!” Hiro puts the ointment canister in Katsuki’s hand, pats him on the shoulder and smiles.

Katsuki can’t help but remember the same eerie feeling he got from his first meeting with Yo Shindo.

“I’ll take these for you now Deku Senpai!” Hiro takes the boxes Deku dropped earlier and walks off.

“Who was that guy?!” Katsuki scowls.

“A ghost from our past…” Deku whispers under his breath and touches his scar on his cheek.

Thanks ✨✨

@animaatra @dackychansworldofhoshino

[angst-king]

Beware of Mr. Midoriya

(pro hero Deku + child gender neutral child reader. CW mention of abuse, bullying, & description of bodily harm) In both his pro-hero life and regular life, Izuku is always presented as a sweet and caring man. He always made sure to never make those around him uncomfortable or feel nervous in any way. He was compassionate and sweet and so warm-hearted, many told the public that ‘besides when he’s fighting, pro hero Deku’s practically harmless, he’s just a big sweetheart!’ Even to his child he was great about staying calm in stressful situations and seemed to not have a mean bone in his body.

There was a side to him to that he always shoved down and only his colleagues knew about it. More like layers, there were 3 layers to him and they all had a different name. His old classmates were the ones to name them actually!

There was Deku, the sweet almost puppy dog-like man who’d do anything to see those around him smile. Deku would put his life on the line, he’d put aside his own needs before others in an almost people-pleasing manner. This was the side that knew how to make just about anyone laugh, the side that would hoist little kids into the air and catch them as they fell into fits of giggles.

Then there was Izuku, Izuku was a little more serious. This was the side of him that knew how to get people’s attention. The side that handled more serious villains and confrontation. Izuku could easily switch to Deku at the snap of his fingers. Izuku made plans, handled arguments, and domestic cases, and held most of the tame emotions.

Then….there was Midoriya….or well for some Mr Midoriya. Midoriya was a darker layer, a colder layer. Much like the midnight zone of the ocean, barely any light reached this layer. This was the side that held unchecked anger, trauma, and pain. Midoriya could go from quiet to almost roaring in an instant. Midoriya was hardly ever let out as Deku was pretty good at remaining dominant. He was good about not letting Midoriya out…Midoriya was a last resort. Midoriya handled instinctual reactions, the amount of profanity and cruelness could( and has) made villains cry.

There were very few times Midoriya had ever come out fully. Most times situations were de-escalated just quick enough for him to back down and relax. The first time it happened was on Katsuki actually. This was before Izuku had truly accepted Katsuki’s apology on the battlefield. Katsuki still had tendencies that he would fall back on, and Deku tried to reason with himself that ‘Kaachan was still working on himself, it takes time to be better’.

But with a headache and still running on low amounts of sleep, Deku and Izuku couldn’t keep Midoriya back. And when Midoriya comes out, the class learns that he was a beast!

Ever since that day, Deku did his best to keep Midoriya calm and to not let it happen again as…well he’s pretty sure he retraumatized the class.

Then he got a phone call while at work.

He was filling out paperwork in his office when his phone rang. Seeing that it was from the school he quickly answered.

“Hello” “Hi is this Mr Midoriya” “Yes, this is him, speaking.” “Good, are you available to come down here, we need to have a little chat with you about your child (y/n).” This confused Deku, why would that be? The school’s never called before.

“Um sure, may I ask what for?” “Well, your child has gotten themselves into quite the trouble and is refusing to accept accountability and is likely facing suspension.” Suspension! Okay, that was serious. Izuku quickly rose from his desk and tried to slip on a hoodie over his hero costume. Just like that Izuku was out, and now wondering what his child possibly could have done to deserve suspension! (Y/n) never got into much trouble unless it was something small, and it usually only required an explanation or stern talking to! Due to this, it didn’t sit right in his stomach that his kid would be punished so harshly.

Hurrying down the stairs he quickly tells the others who are in the common room of the facility that he is heading out. Seeing his urgency Katsuki got up.

“The hell are you going?” “To (Y/N)’s school, the school called saying they may be facing suspension.” Even Katsuki had to pause for a moment, he babysat the child pretty frequently, and that little one was an angel!

“Well, call us and tell us what’s up will ya!” “Yup, I will!” Speeding out the door, Deku made it to his car and almost sped down the road with thoughts running through his mind.

When he arrived he did his best to calm himself as he walked inside. Going into the front office the woman at the desk wasn’t too surprised to see him though she seemed a little worried. He saw that concerned glint on her face as he signed in.

“Where is my child-” “Ah Mr Deku there you are!” The principal greeted him, and Izuku turned to her and bowed respectfully.

“Come on back, we need to have a talk,” She said, Izuku nodded but once again asked where his child was and if he could see them.

“You’ll see them soon, once they compose themselves, now come on.” She insisted, Izuku couldn’t shake that sinking feeling but went along with it. Walking into her office, he took a seat in front of her desk and asked what happened.

“Well, I definitely expected better from the number 1 pro hero's child. I truly did, but what they did was despicable.” “What happened?” “Your child beat up another child on the playground during recess earlier, all over some notebook.” Izuku’s face turned serious, his child started a fight? He himself couldn’t fathom it and over a notebook? Izuku asked for more detail on the matter and what the principal said made him question things.

“Yes a notebook, according to the other child, all they did was want to see what they were doing and. (Y/n) snapped, pushed them off of one of the play structures rather harshly, and shoved them to the ground.” That didn’t sound like his precious angel at all! Sure he’d taught them what to do if anyone ever put their hands on them but, even during those lessons the child always seemed to be afraid to hurt anyone. The child was just as harmless as Deku!

‘Something doesn’t feel right about this….this is rather vague. I want to see (Y/n)’

Izuku grew frustrated racking his brain as to why this would even happen.

“Mr Deku, I’m sure you can see why i think suspension, may be best here.” He twisted his thumbs around as he argued with his own thoughts.

‘We need to see (y/n) something is very wrong about this. You know they aren’t like that!’ ‘Maybe if we tell her that, then the punishment will be lessened?’ ‘Are you fucking kidding! Why should our child be punished at all!? We haven’t even spoken to them yet, i want to know if they’re alright!'

Midoriya wasn’t happy, he never liked authority figures, and he couldn’t stand them.

“I-I’m sure (Y/n) wouldn’t do such a thing, really! I can’t imagine them doing something like that!” Deku tried to protest meekly, Midoriya was getting annoyed with his conscious. He hated overthinking and trying to seem sweet like this. Though maybe he should let Deku or Izuku handle this, maybe this was all a misunderstanding

“I-if you’d like I can talk to them, I’m sure they’re very sorry!” “From what I gathered that child has no remorse for what they’ve done and think crying about it will gain them some sort of sympathy. Giving them attention will only enable such behaviors.”

‘(Y/n)’s crying?’ ‘fuck it! I’m handling this myself, I’m not having a repeat of our past happen to them!’

The look on the pro hero’s face darkened, and with a sigh and a small glare he spoke up.

“Where is my child?” “Mr Deku you will see them once we’re done-” “No. You are going to tell me where my child is, now.” He demanded, the principal rolled her eyes and told him that (Y/n) was in the nurse's office. Getting out of his seat as soon as the information was given, he left the office and looked around for the infirmary. Knocking on the door before entering he hears a soft “come in” and almost freezes in his tracks at what he sees.

There his child was, sitting on the floor in the corner of the room. Tears ran down their face, and their school uniform was covered in dirt and blood. There was more blood some dripping from their mouth, nose, and head. Hands clutching their hair tightly in a panicked state as they were hyperventilating and the color in their face drained pale/ashened. He’d never seen their child beat up before but it brought up so many memories. Midoriya called out for their child who looked up like a deer in headlights and tried to scoot further into the corner…

‘Th-they’re afraid of me….’ That broke something him in, the feeling was almost indescribable. To see that his own child feared him and he hadn’t even done anything….they must think that he is mad at them…

Midoriya got down on his knees in front of the child and spoke as calmly as he could.

“(Y/n) I’m not angry at you, just please come here.” He opened his arms, an invite into a gentle embrace he so desperately wanted to keep them in. The child still shakily refused and cried out weakly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna hurt them!” Midoriya knew that his child wouldn’t come to him. So he crawled over to them and pulled them into his chest. Arms wrapped around their smaller body lightly caressing their head and back supporting them. Shushing them and encouraging them out of their panic.

“Shhhh shhhh, Daddy’s not angry with you little hero, I promise. Daddy just wants to help you, I’m right here. No one will hurt you.” He could feel their hands shift to grab onto the plush material of his jumper. Midoriya began to rock his body in a soft back-and-forth manner to try and soothe them, this always worked after nightmares.

“I’m not mad at you, I just want to help you, little hero.” After another minute of deep breaths and gentle rocking, the child seemed to calm down quite a bit. Midoriya grabbed the first aid kit he always had in his utility belt and got to work.

“I’m gonna fix you up, I want you to tell me what happened, okay?” “Y-yes sir” With that deal made Izuku slowly began to patch them up as they explained.

“I-I tried to h-handle it like you and Uncle Kaachan told me. Don’t st-start f-fights but always f-finish them. And th-that kid hasn’t left me alone for a wh-while. He’s always grabbing my notebook and scribbling in them, or hiding it from me. I tr-tried telling a teacher about it…” “And what did the teacher do?” “She said ‘You’re a big kid, handle it yourself’…” That made Midoriya’s blood boil! What the hell was the child supposed to do?! They were handling it by telling the adults!

“So what happened today?” “I-I was on the jungle gym drawing and writing and he came up and grabbed my notebook. I tried to get it back but he shoved me into the big toy so I got back up-like Uncle Kaachan taught me- and i kept trying. He started ripping out pages and when I tried again he grabbed me by the hair and slammed my face in something…it really hurt. He didn’t stop.”

Taking in everything Y/n had told him Midoriya felt like he was gonna explode! His rage with this situation was overwhelming, he could hardly keep himself from going off in front of his child. He didn’t want to, he never wanted them to see him like this but. He couldn’t help it. He would not allow his child to be punished like he was! Oh no!

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he thought of what he was going to do.

“D-daddy” He snapped out of his thoughts and it almost seemed like Deku was in control again. He could still hear the fear in his child’s quivering voice. He smiled widely and answered.

“Yes lil hero?” “a-am i in tr-trouble?” “No my sweet little angel of course not. I’m going to…have a chat with your principal again and afterwards, we’ll go out to your favorite ramen shop. How does that sound?” Their eyes lit up at the mention of going out to the ramen shop! Nodding with glee, Midoriya giggles a little boops them on the nose, and scoops them up into his arms once again this time standing up.

“Now all I want for you to do is remember. Daddy is not mad at you, he is mad at the people who hurt you. So if i seem angry or get really really loud, it's not because of you.” His voice was almost sickeningly sweet and he promised to handle the situation. The child nods and leans into their chest as he makes his way out of the office. He walked back into the principal’s office with a newfound motivation and rage burning in his eyes.

“Sorry for the wait principal.” “It's quite alright Mr. Deku, oh I see you brought them in” “Yes, I did” “Good, so are you ready to apologiz-” “Let me stop you right there, if you think my child is going to be apologizing to anyone here you are very mistaken.” Oh and why is that?” Midoriya shifted his weight onto one hip as he held the child. The pitch in his voice dropped to a deep dark menacing tone.

“Because being a victim of not only peer-on-peer abuse but a teacher allowing this thing to happen after my child brought it to her attention numerous times is inexcusable and disgusting of you to demand!” “Abuse? What abuse? What happened was not abuse” “Abuse is treating (a person or an animal) with cruelty or violence, especially regularly or repeatedly. Do not fucking argue with me what abuse means, believe me, I know it all too damn well. And if you think that for one fucking second I will allow my child to be subjected to it or to be victim blamed. You are just as much of a villain as those i handle on the streets. I’m simply enraged that you think it is appropriate to not only allow a staff member- a teacher no less!- to let this go unchecked but to isolate my child, who i found bleeding and shaking on the floor! I. will. Not fucking allow it!” Midoriya’s voice roared, the hold on his child was tight, not enough to hurt. Not only that but one for all began to flash and the room began to dim only thing illuminating his face was energy from his quirk.

Snarling, and glaring down daggers at the woman who was now shifting nervously in her chair. He made sure that he was close enough to make it seem as if he was towering over her even from the other side of the desk. He wanted her to feel just as scared as his child had felt. He wanted her to feel trapped! This was Midoriya!

“You either fix your fucking policy or I handle you and your school in court!” He growled banging his fist on the desk.

He gave her only a second before heading towards the door, though as he grabbed the nob he turned around.

“I better get an email by the end of the day stating 1: My child will not be punished for this 2: what punishment the bully will be receiving as well as that teacher and 3 an apology for this stupid fucking so-called-meeting you brought me into. My child will also be receiving an apology from you, the teacher, and the bully. Do I make myself clear, principal?” The principal curtly nodded as they now were backed into their own corner. Midoriya smirked and finished off with.

“And it Mr. Midoriya to you”

Leaving the office he heads out to the car carrying the small child in his arms. Driving off the lot he asked.

“How are you doing little hero?” He looked at them through his rearview mirror and sighed.

“M’okay now” “Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel the fact he’d gotten to angry in front of them still ate at him. He hated to be like that in front of children, especially his own. This time it was Midoriya who apologized.

“Hey, little hero….I’m sorry you had to see all of that. You know Daddy doesn’t like you seeing me like this.” “i-its okay Daddy. We all get mad sometimes” Consoled the child, who gave their own little smile.

“Plus you were really cool back there!” “you think so?” “yeah!” “Well, I’m glad you think I’m cool, kiddo” That was a relief!

“Now let's go to the ramen shop!” “yeah!”

Oh that phone call with Kaachan was going to be interesting, to say the least!

[abla-soso]

Writers don't focus on certain characters based on "moral fairness". You can't tell a writer: "You must focus on this character because they're the victim, and victims must be centered in every narrative". That's not how the creative process works.

The characters who are most enjoyable to write about or who need to change the most tend to be the characters who get more narrative focus.

That's Enji.

He's the most fun to write about because his ugly flaws are a compelling challenge. He's the one who needs more change because he's the one repenting from past sins.

That's why he became the main focus of the Todoroki subplot.

It's not about Hori consciously choosing to sideline the victims and focus on the repentant abuser.

Writers focus on what's more fun to write and what actually needs more focus for the story to work.

Shouto became sort of a side character in this subplot because Hori made the mistake of making him too kind and pure and got rid of his darkness early on. It's hard to develop these types of characters when they've already passed the climax of their personal journey early on. Making them the central character of an emotionally dramatic plot is boring. You can argue that Shouto still had trauma issues that he still hasn't overcome after his fight with Deku, but Shouto's pure and overly kind nature meant that he'll always deal with these issues in the most idealized and uninteresting ways.

Hori should have kept Shouto's darker issues, made him struggle in ugly yet human ways, and slowly developed him into the kind and pure character we know.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

From the advice of @anastasian-dreamer : Here is a glimpse at killing butterflies.

Iida Tenya was… a bit different one would say compared to other children. He liked rules, he liked things to have it’s place. He disliked dealing with people who freqeutnly broke rules for no good reason, why on earth would you do that-

But he was a good person, everyone agreed. A good kid, full of joy and a desire to be a hero. His brother agreed.

To a point.

Iida Tenya was a good kid, and had a drive to be a hero. However he also had a more hidden side. A side Tensei was a little scared of.

Seeing your brother stare at your ex, and mutter about the way to rip their tongue out so they couldn’t use their Quirk was terrifying. It took Tensei ages to calm Tenya down after the messy break-up.

His parents knew about it to, which is why Tenya liked rules so much. They always had rules he had to follow so that he would be okay, safe and a good kid. He liked the rules, they were simplistic. Easy.

Going to UA was a test of his control, more so when Tensei was hurt.

Tenya’s plans grew dark and his mother Kin whispered she didn’t know if they could stop him or save him. Tomomi, her husband, just held her tightly as Tenya grew darker…

Only for a boy to save him. A bright boy with freckled cheeks and laughter. A boy Tenya began to follow and watch with awe. A boy the Iida family were so thankful to…

A boy who, over ten years later, laid in Tenya’s arms, blood trickiling down one freckled cheek.

“Ten…” Midoriya Izuku said, reaching up with bloodied fingers to press them to Tenya’s mouth. “Love…” He was gone.

Tenya sat there, staring at the man he loved more then anything as he passed on One for All. He barely noticed as the others came up to them.

It was supposed to be a routine supplies run. Izuku heading out with Bakugou to search. But Bakugou… he’d still been around when Tenya checked in. Scoffed about ‘not needing useless Deku’.

He deserved the punch, because here at the end of the fucking WORLD, he still acted like that? Still stuck his nose up and claimed to be better then the man who broke himself every day? Who had been the only one to hold back the villains until they were to many?

Izuku had been cornered by the Nomu, the ones set loose when Shigaraki decided he was bored of playing the benevolent leader to Japan after he’d managed to take power. (Or was it All for One? No one could really tell other then Izuku who hated answering that given the complexity.) His first attack had been on a school suggested by Dabi. A school where Todoroki Fuyumi worked.

They had been working behind the scenes then, when the reports came in. Fuyumi walked into her classroom of seven-year-old children to find them being ripped apart and eaten by a Nomu. The camera footage recovered saw how she froze, standing there watching her last student being eaten.

Then ice took over the entire room. Fuyumi killed the Nomu, running colder then anyone else could as she did so.

Shigaraki tried to arrest her for causing harm to a Nomu, but Fuyumi’s arrest didn’t last long when one of his own turned on him. They’d joined the LOV to make a difference, not kill children after all. Spinner escaped with Fuyumi, and the two became a machine as they took down various Nomu factories.

Shigaraki began releasing more then. Until it was just chaos, the man laughing from his lair along with those who stuck around him. People died each day, and the group gathered slowly dwindled as they were suddenly fighting Nomu they recognized.

Shouto lost an eye when he saw the Nomu form of Natsuo, and couldn’t react fast enough. Hizashi died when he was to slow against the Eraserhead Nomu.

Yet Tenya hoped. Izuku was still around, still alive. He could see Izuku, things were okay, things were better, right? They could work through it, Tenya knew Izuku was working on something with how he seemed more thoughtful lately…

Then he was sitting on the ground holding the man he loved with every fiber of his being, and nothing was okay.

“Izuku!” Ochako shouted, tears running down her face as she stumbled to the two of them. Shouto was barely a step behind her, looking horrified. Kirishima was behind them, looking sick…

And then Bakugou stood there with a stunned expression, and Tenya snarled, clutching the body of Izuku.

“He’s dead,” Tenya snarled as he tasted the blood and knew when Izuku gave him. Gave him One For All, wanting to make sure it would be passed on and maybe used to beat the Nomu.

It wasn’t worth it then, not with Izuku dead and Tenya wanted to, he wanted…

He moved faster then he thought and Bakugou flew back from the force of his hit.

“Whoa- Iida-” Kirishima tried, but Tenya backhanded him angrily. “Dude-”

“Izuku is DEAD BECAUSE OF HIM.” Tenya screamed. “We let him stay when he went against orders, and we lost Aizawa-sensei along with Momo. You vouched for him. We let him stay when he ignored all intel to try and take Toga’s base, and Tsu was captured. We let him stay even with every screen in Japan showing what torment Tsu is going through as Toga’s pet! We let him stay, and now look! Because of HIM IZUKU IS DEAD! Because he can’t be anything more then a selfish monster of a man who hates Izuku for no reason!” Tenya glared hard at Kirishima who opened his mouth before closing it.

“He always-” Bakugou wheezed, but Tenya turned his back on the blonde.

“Shouto…” Tenya said, and the fire user approached Izuku’s body to burn it. Inspecting the fallen Nomu bodies around, Tenya cursed.

That was obviously a fusion between Spinner and Fuyumi, the only other pair still fighting. Everyone else was dead. There was nothing left for them.

(Izuku was dead. Nothing mattered anymore.)

Ochako stopped Shouto to grab Izuku’s notebook, handing it to Tenya. The engineer user clutched it tightly, trying not to break as Bakugou cautiously approached them.

“Glasses, I should get One-” Bakugou said, but Kirishima stopped him.

“What the fuck are you doing Katsuki?” Kirishima hissed.

“I should get it, I’m the-”

“Stop.” Kirirshima snapped. He looked disappointed… and disillusioned, like he finally realized, after ALL this time that Bakugou only thought of himself.

“The only reason I’m not knifing you right now,” Ochako said calmly, “is because you are strong Bakugou. A good meat shield if needed.”

Tenya had to laugh at the look on Bakugou’s face.

Perfect.

-0-

They found their way to a house they were relatively certain was okay. A TV was in it, playing.

All TVs played, a Quirk from All for One. It was playing Toga’s sessions with Tsu, the frog girl a broken mess after three years, but still around so Toga could…

Shouto broke the TV before they could watch it all. Ochako stared at Bakugou unflinchingly as Tenya clutched the notebook like a lifeline. Kirishima didn’t look at anyone.

“I don’t trust him on watch duty,” Tenya said when they discussed it, staring at Bakugou. “I’ll go first.”

He wouldn’t sleep at all.

Sitting down, his ears open, Tenya finally opened the notebook. Izuku couldn’t keep all of his notes anymore, and now only had one that he always carried everywhere. He wrote only a little now. (He wished he could give Izuku a library to write it, as many notebooks as he could want.)

I have a Quirk that’s not part of One for All. Tenya froze at the sentence on the first page. What?

I haven’t told anyone yet. It’s time based. A few weeks ago, I went back in time for an hour, and I was the only one to realize it. I’ve been experimenting a little. I can so far go up to five hours back. I hope I can use it to fix this mess. Tenya flipped to a new page, confused.

I told Nezu and Momo. I can’t tell anyone else, not yet. I love Tenya, I would do anything for him. I can’t give him false hope. We’re running tests tomorrow.

It’s energy based, my Quirk. My actual fucking Quirk, not One for All. Apparently I’m a false negative in reality! I just didn’t have enough energy to go back enough I’d notice. A minute or two is easy to not see.

We experimented with the energy. I drained a Nomu dry and went back a week with Nezu. Could we all go back?

We ran the tests. Nomu have energy, but not the right kind. To go back far enough, I would need to kill four people. How can I pick and choose? I don’t even know if I could go back with more than just me.

Nezu is dead.

Momo is dead. She blew herself and the Nomu up.

Tsu was taken, and it’s Bakugou’s fault. I don’t know why he hasn’t changed, it feels unreal. Fake, his refusal to change.

I confronted him, and god. Bakugou is just… he’s refusing to change because it means he’s wrong. His fucking PRIDE is more important to him then surviving this damn fucking war. How did I not see this? How did I not realize it will always be all about him?

Bakugou tried to kiss me today. I punched him, reminded him I’m with Tenya. Apparently it means jackshit to Bakugou, who told me that he knew of my Quirk, knew we could go back and fix things, and actually be together with Bakugou getting One for All ‘like he knows All Might wanted cause Bakugou obviously deserves it’. Said some bullshit about being childhood friends to lovers. I killed him. I killed Bakugou and went back two months to prevent him from getting my journal.

Denki is dead.

Tenya’s rage at Bakugou grew reading the passage of the kiss, and grew more as various pieces of the puzzle put itself together. All the way until…

I told Ochako about my Quirk. It’s… I can’t. I can’t do it, I told her. But I said if I died I’d pass it to Tenya. Told her it would be up to her what he did.

Tenya lifted his head from the notebook to stare at the awake Ochako. She gave a broken smile.

“Do it,” Ochako told Tenya. “Do it, and make this world better.”

“Ochako-”

“I respected Izuku’s choice because he’d lose you. And he isn’t the type of person to hope on someone feeling the same. But you? I know you Tenya. You’ll make sure he loves you again.” Ochako said, snorting. “You’ll destroy the world for him, so take this Tenya. Take this chance, PLEASE.” she gave him a watery smile.

“...I’ll make sure to cause Toga the most painful death I can,” Tenya vowed. Ochako’s smile darkened. She was never with Tsu, incompatible sexually, but she loved Tsu more then anything. Queerplatonic you could call them. Losing the frog girl had broken something inside.

Tenya closed his eyes, feeling and…

“Do it Tenth,” a voice whispered. “Make my brother bleed.”

Minor notes: Bakugou is how he is here because to him Shigaraki proved might makes right. Shigaraki was the MOST powerful person and took over. So any redemption went down the drain because to Bakugou this just proved all his thoughts correct.

Thoughts anyone?

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Do you think that Batman could empathize with Tomura and successfully reach out? They are both orphans with a dark side. The difference being is that Bruce was able to work through his darkness to be healthy(er) while Tomura had all his pain cultivated for 15-16 years.

Yes. 100% yes. That’s not even a question for me. I’ve been dying for someone to send me a question like this, because it’s something I’ve noticed in the general fandom response to the pro-heroes and the hero kids. The thing is, the heroes in My Hero Academia don’t really act like good wholesome heroes. They certainly act like marvel movie heroes... in the fact that they have strong superheroes and fight a bad guy and have such a clear delineation between good and evil that many viewers take them to have propagandistic qualities. Like, there’s a reason that marvel movies have degraded to what they are today currently, and besides all the other factors it’s because these comic book heroes are really getting sanded down into a set of superpowers, a costume and a bad guy to beat with no ideals or themes behind their characters. My Hero Academia heroes aren’t really that heroic, they don’t really have any ideals they stand for except the extremely vague notion of defeat the bad guy. Yeah, Deku has “Save people” but Deku is noted several times to be an oddity among heroes. 

The Pro-Heroes and the Hero Kids in My Hero Academia have this weird paradox to them where the story itself, and also in world hero propaganda sells the idea that heroes are incredibly wholesome, always selfless, people who go above and beyond to save and protect. Yet, the heroes in MHA are actually extremely cynical, and pragmatic, and they also really have no guiding principals beyond “Might makes Right.”

You can put all heroes on the scale of Spiderman <---------> Punisher. 

To define them by whether they are a superhero focused on saving innocents, or a violent vigilante who is focused on punishing the guilty, the heroes in MHA are far more on the punisher scale of things than anyone either in setting or the fandom would like to admit. This is a universe where heroes like Hawks and Lady Nagant regularly commit state sponsored executions. This is a setting where Enji Todoroki is revealed to be a heinous abuser of his family and everyone in the superhero community is like... fine with it for the most part. They either don’t bring it up, or they think Enji does such a good job it justifies his position. 

I mean, here to justify my accusation that heroes in MHA are far more on the punisher side of the scale. To compare to another manga, Jujutsu Kaisen and My Hero Academia have a similiar circumstance where a villain, Mahito and Dr. Garaki respectively are able to transform unwilling victims into mindless attack dogs by twisting their bodies into unseemly and horrifying shapes. Mahito’s altered humans, and Dr. Garaki’s nomus respectively seem to retain some sense of humanity and are in a state of pain. Nanami Kento, Shoko and Yuji all come to the harsh reality that there is nothing they can really do for the humans that Mahito has twisted, except for a swift mercy killing, and yet a lot of time is still given to the fact that killing something that is a human being is wrong and a heavy task even though it’s their only option, and two that the decision to kill someone is an extremely heavy burden to bear not made lightly. Nanami straight up loses all focus in a fight, and stops to wipe the tear of a former human when he realizes what they are fighting against. 

Compare this to the way every hero responds to the Nomus in My Hero Academia. Enji without knowing whether or not they are truly sentient or even capable of being turned back into what they were, roasts one alive right away it’s his first action with them. Enji then later on meets a Nomu who is capable of intelligence and communication, and roasts it alive even harder specifically because the way the Nomu Acts, reminds Enji of a darker part of himself, and killing that enemy is perfectly satisfying to Enji because it allowed him to take out those personal frustrations. When Mirko learns that the Nomu are former human bsings she has no hesitation at all at bashing their brains in, in fact she’s almost delighted because she doesn’t have to hold back and that makes it easier than fighting regular villains. If the enemy is sufficiently dehumanized than heroes in my Hero Academia very easily resort to murderous methods, and it’s not just heroes like Enji, Mirko does it, heck Present Mic expresses the sentiment that Oboro would be better off dead then continuing his existence as Kurogiri. 

The heroes in My Hero Academia are dark, almost myopic. I’m not saying you can’t enjoy them, but they are very different from the way heroes act in western comic books and I think a lot of people don’t know this because a lot of manga fans don’t really pick up comic books, and their biggest experience with western heroes therefore comes from movies. 

So when I say BATMAN WOULD NEVER dehumanize a villain to the extent the My Hero Academia heroes do on a regular basis, I’m not saying that as a batman fan, I am saying that because Batman is probably THE MOST IDEALISTIC DC HERO. Yes, even moreso than superman. Batman is Clark’s hero. His inspiration. His good time boy. 

Bruce would have noticed there was something off about Tomura right away in the early stages, if not the very first attack he waged on UA. I’m going to use two examples to prove my argument, one the fact that heroes also noticed that Shigaraki was extremely mentally unwell and just decided not to really care about it, and two Batman was actually faced with an extremely similiar situation in BTAS and his reaction is pretty much the opposite of All Might’s. 

1. There’s Something Wrong with That Kid

To those who were paying attention to Shigaraki’s character from the beginning, even before we got to dig further into his backstory in My Villain Academia arc, or even be shown a more sympathetic and human side to his personality in the Overhaul arc, from his introduction Shigaraki shows signs of extreme mental distress. He is constantly exocriating himself, which is a form of self-harm that manifests under circustmances of extreme psychological stress. Shigaraki has a full on skin disorder that many people have because he is so poor at managing his stress he relentlessly picks and scratches at himself. 

When he starts to lose in the middle of the fight, he essentially throws a tantrum, and not only does he immediately want to give up and go home, but he also lashes out at his own ally to try to vent that anger. 

When All Might removes the hand from his face he has a momentary break from reality, and talks to the hand a physical object like it’s a person calling it “father” and apologizing to it. 

Shigaraki also shows a clear grudge against both heroes, the failure of heroes, and the violence that heroes show (no kidding he’s a victim of violent abuse and the cycle of abuse in his family has an origin in his grandmother’s complete and total failure as a mother) that he clearly states in front of All Might once, and then Deku later the idea that heroes do not save people with their violence, and the implication that there are people that All Might have not saved and both times he is essentially brushed off by both of them. 

Shigaraki’s mental distress is so obvious that even the heroes of My Hero Academia, who’s general response to villains is lock them up and throw away the key, noticed it. The heroes notice several of the symptoms I listed above about Shigaraki, but then decide to dismiss him as a man-child and then go on to say that he represents a kind of “pure evil” that villains may find attractive. The enertain the idea for like half a second that there might be more to Shigaraki that makes him different from the regular street villains heroes usually fight, and then they just dismiss the thought. Once again a common theme, the second All Might realizes he is Nana’s grandson he wants to go after Shigaraki to attempt to find him and reason with him only for once again Gran Torino to dismiss him as the kind of villain who’s beyond redemption and All Might to immediately give up on trying any other tactic than beating him down. 

Now why do I say Batman would have immediately gone after Shigaraki and tried to reason with him and get him the help he needs? Do I have proof of him acting similarly? Batman in fact, comes across a similiar enough situation in one of the most famous episodes of Batman the Animated Series. 

2. Man-Child meet Woman Child 

Baby-Doll Batman the Animated Series season 3, episode 4 is one of the most popular episodes, and it shows most clearly the way Bruce’s brand of heroics is ultimately based on saving and empathy for his villains rather than just putting them down for the greater good. I could have gone with a lot of batman villains with much more clear and tragic origins, Mr. Freeze isn’t even trying to achieve anything villainous he wants to save his wife. Two-Face started out as not only Batman’s best friend, but a good guy and an ally of justice who was driven to insanity by a horrifying and sudden tragedy. Harley Quinn is a victim of grooming and abuse similiar to Shigaraki who has her entire sense of self warped and controlled by an abusive narcissist who quite literally turns her into a crude relfection of himself, to act as a pawn in his own evil schemes. I could use a lot of batman villains, but no Baby Doll, we’re going with Baby-Doll. 

Mary Dahl is a washed up child actress with a physical condition that prevents her from growing up past a child, she’s sort of like Claudia from Interview with a Vampire, an adult mind inside a child’s body. Not only will she always be treated and regarded as a child for her physical appearance, due to her child as a former child star who’s show was cancelled and had no success in acting when she tried to do anything outside of playing the cutsey and innocent “baby-doll” on the sitcom “Love that Baby” she has ended up emotionally stunted and stuck in the past. 

Mary Dahl’s fall to villainry is a bit less tragic than Shigaraki’s, she wasn’t like kidnapped and groomed since childhood by a villainous mastermind and turned into his own pet “make your own supervillain” project. She’s not getting work, but she’s not poor or destitute, there are former child stars who lose out on their childhoods and have no money to show for it, but she seems to have enough money to at least have an extremely competent agent and money to blow on her elaborate schemes. Her backstory is not nearly as tragic as Shigaraki’s, yet she shows several symptoms in common with Shigaraki, being a former child star like many child stars she shows severe dysfunction as an adult because it ate up her entire childhood. Child labor is bad people. Children who are not given room to grow up and develop as kids, have problems late into their adulthood.

She is also someone who feels rejected and left behind by society as a whole, it’s clear her only way of connecting to other people was the attention she received as a child star and the connections she had with cast members. She also experiences severe body dysmorphia I would say on level with Shigaraki’s, Shigaraki’s body dysmporphia is so bad he constantly picks at his own skin, his quirk soemtimes even causes physical damage to him and he feels extreme nausea at a near constant basis b/c of his emotional unrest. Baby-Doll literally experiences a same incompatability with her body, she has an adult mind, she craves to be a fully grown normal body, and a lot of her mental breaks from reality seem to come from how easily people mistake her for and treat her like a child. 

Mary Dahl also shows severe dysfunction when it comes to regulating her own emotions. As tragic as Mary Dahl’s fall from fame is, and as much as it mirrors what happens to a lot of child stars in reality, Mary Dahl kind of also dug her own grave by her actions. Everyone on the cast thought she was notoriously difficult to work with, her show wasn’t cancelled on her, she left because the directors added in a new character she didn’t like and took attention away from her because of plummeting ratings. She left the show to try to take a more serious turn as an actor, once again to get attention and because she was on an ego-trip, then tried to get the show running again when it didn’t work for her but by that point it was too late. She’s also someone who just does not treat people well, she’s manipulative, she never engages people as her true self Baby-Doll is a role she is essentially playing, to both allow herself to violently lash out, but also to evade any responsibility for her own actions. It’s also ambiguous how much of the Baby-Doll persona is a genuine psychotic break (I don’t use the word psychotic lightly, I’m also not saying LOL look at her she’s so crazy, but there are genuine moments where Mary seems to mistake what happened on her TV show for reality which indicates that she’s not just trying to reclaim her former glory, that she is full on having delusions) there are also moments where “Baby-Doll” is a deliberate act she’s putting on, and Mary seems aware of what she is doing. 

Mary Dahl is at the same time, delusional enough to believe she can kidnap everyone on her former show, and force them to just pretend to be the characters they were on her show, and playing dollhouse with this pretend family will somehow fix her problems. She is also, lucid enough to carefully plot and execute the kidnapping of several people, control a minion in her agent, and then evade capture from Batman several times. She is both a victim (she’s genuinely mentally unwell) and a villain (but not unwell enough she’s not aware her actions are wrong, she’s deliberately hurting people she just thinks her tragedy makes her entitled to that revenge). Mary Dahl thinks the world has wronged her and left her behind, that her show being cancelled was some great injustice done to her, and something she deserves the chance to rectify, even though as I just explained in detail that Mary was equally as responsible for the cancellation of her show. She is a person not willing to take any responsibility for her actions or see fault in herself. 

You could even argue because of these quality Mary is way less sympathetic than Shigaraki, Shigaraki at least seems to have genuine critques about his society, and feels that he and the people around him have been rejected in an unjust fashion. Mary Dahl is upset her TV Show got cancelled and decided to make it everyone else’s problem. Mary Dahl’s problems are a lot more selfish, and smaller in comparison to Shigaraki’s, and yet the story itself does not downplay Mary’s distress because it is genuine to her. 

In one extent, Mary is a danger to others, but she’s also a danger to heserlf. Like I said, it’s ambiguous how much but she’s clearly a mentally unwell woman. When someone is experiencing delusions on that level it’s a brain chemistry problem, and it’s also not something where it’s fair to go “Well, she has no reason to be mentally ill, it’s not like she was beaten, she’s just having an emotional breakdown because she’s not famous anymore.” I mean, what does it matter the reason whether she’s having a breakdown is a good enough reason or not, she’s clearly in extreme distress. 

Number two, I think society as a whole tends to downplay the suffering of celebrities or child stars and make them seem like they are just entitled or spoiled for acting out, because they’re rich and famous and living a life most people would die for so who cares. But, HollyWood, the spotlight, and public scrutiny has a really bad psychological effect on people. Most people would not do well under such harsh public scrutiny all the time, and also when you make your entire personality around being a star and having the spotlight, also because in Baby Doll’s case there’s really no other career avaiable for her because of her condition then losing that is a pretty huge loss. Like, child stars who cannot either adapt to adulthood, cannot get work as adult actors, or just cannot even function as adults is a pretty common societal problem. 

On top of kidnapping people, holding them hostage, she’s also someone who clearly needs help, like Baby-Doll is not just doing these things because she’s a selfish, entitled brat throwing a tantrum because she’s not famous anymore, she’s experiencing clear mental breaks from reality where she confuses her tv show for reality, she’s mentally sick and in need of treatment. 

Baby-Doll is presented to us as a manipulative child star desperate for the spot light, endangering her cast because she herself cannot let go of the past for most of the episode, people around Bruce are pretty unsymapthetic to her, her attempts to get a more serious career is played off as a joke, the cast members do not like Baby-Doll and found her to be extremely high maintennance and difficult to work with even when she was on the show, Baby-Doll’s clearly not after the cast because of nostlagia, friendship or happy memories she has with her former cast members, but rather because she wants to pretend to be the the sitcom character who was surrounded by family who loved her. People constantly remark how crazy she is for thinking a tv show is reality. Even Robin says that he absolutely despised the “Baby-Doll” show, and it’s dismissed as kind of a cheesy sitcom with no real merit. 

However, the last five minutes turn all of that on its head. Bruce Wayne, my darling, is presented to us as a man of few words. We don’t actually see Bruce’s reaction to what Baby-Doll is doing for most of the episode, we see Dick’s who clearly thinks she’s just crazy, Bruce the whole time is focused on just resolving the incident first, finding the kidnapped people, rescuing them from Baby-Doll’s grip. So Bruce’s absolute first priority is just to stop the villain from doing the bad thing, he stops the bad behavior and makes Baby-Doll unable to hurt others. 

Bruce, the living embodiment of the term “Gap Moe”, because he is so closed off and not reacting to Baby Doll in any way, does not seem to be going out of his way to sympathize with her. That however, changes once the the threat Baby-Doll represents to others is neutralized. Baby-Doll then flees from Bruce with a Tommy Gun out into the middle of the night. The tables have turned and Baby-Doll has gone from a cackling villain, pretending often to be a scared little girl in order to manipulate people, to a genuinely scared and desperate person. Even the image Baby-Doll evokes fleeing from Bruce, is a sympathetic one, Baby-Doll despite being an adult woman still looks like a child, and acts several times like a woman-Child and she is fleeing from an adult man who picked his costume to terrify crimminals into submission. 

Baby-Doll flees into a carnival ground filled with children, she has a Tommy-Gun on her, she’s still pretty much a direct threat to others, but the way Bruce approaches her does a complete 180. Bruce is calling out after her to stop fleeing, when she disappears into a tunnel, he’s telling her to stop not because he wants to arrest her, but because she’s going to hurt herself at this point. Baby-Doll is no longer a danger to others, she’s a danger to herself because she’s scared desperate, and fleeing, and instead of pursuing her to put her down Bruce is trying to stop her from getting hurt as she flees. This is also behavior he has shown to repeat, in Harley’s Holiday he pursues Harley the whole episode not to stop her because she’s on a crime spree, but because she’s freaking out and he doesn’t want her to be sent to Arkham and lose all the progress she made in her recovery. 

Bruce pursues her into a mirror maze and this is where we get the most famous scene in the episode, Baby-Doll is still dead set on killing Bruce (this is also where Bruce shines, Baby-Doll is actively firing a gun at him and he is still calling out at her to stop because she might get hurt). 

Baby Doll fires at the mirrors over and over again, until one of the funhouse mirrors shows her what she might look like as an adult, at which point not only does Baby-Doll come to a complete stop, but she talks not in her Baby Doll voice, but as Mary-Dahl. 

Mary Dahl: Look. That’s me in there. The real me.  Mary Dahl: There I am... BUt it’s not really real, is it?  Mary Dahl: Just made up and pretend like my family, and my life and everything else.  Mary Dahl: Why couldn’t you just let me Make believe? 

She then grows angry at realizing that she is trapped on the other side of the mirror and will never exist in that adult body, she starts firing at every mirror around her trying to get batman who stalks her once again as an unspeaking shadow, until she gets impatient enough to destroy even the idealized image of herself represented in the funhouse mirror. At which point the gun itself runs out of ammo, and Mary breaks downc rying. At that point Batman could say that Mary is just throwing a tantrum, that being a washed up child star doesn’t entitle her to hurt others, he could say  that her tears aren’t even real because Mary Dahl has pretended to be a child in order to manipulate other people and merit sympathy literally this whole episode. Bruce does not do any of that. Bruce’s only action after following her this whole time, is to remove the gun from her hands so  she’s no longer capable of hurting someone, and then when she  hugs him, to return her hug and comfort her. 

Mary Dahl: I didn’t mean to... 

Because, utlimately she’s a human being who needs help. It’s not Bruce’s job to pick and choose who deserves that help, it’s his job to help people who need it. 

So yes, Bruce would have noticed right away that Shigarki wasn’t just a violent child, but a child who is clearly suffering from distress and lashing out. He wouldn’t just dismiss Shigaraki as an entitled man-child because as I’ve just demosntrated, Bruce had a situation where he frankly could have just dismissed Baby-Doll as a selfish an entitled vain womanchild and yet he didn’t do that. He saw a crying person in front of him, and he helped them, and he was even trying to help her before she started crying and asking for comfort like a more standard victim TM. Letting a child who shows clear signs of abuse like Shigaraki has go unhelped is not only out of character for Bruce, it basically is against everything he stands for as a hero. 

And if you still don’t believe me on that, here’s a quote from the director of the final installment of the popular Arkham Series, “Arkham Knight”, a game that features a character Jason Todd who was similiarly groomed over a long period of time by batman’s arch enemy into an enemy for batman to fight. 

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Ghost Hunt x My Hero Academia Crossover

So I've wanted to explore the concept of Mai Taniyama's abilities in Ghost Hunt as as Quirk in My Hero Academia for awhile now because, frankly, she has the groundwork for an interesting one: Through clairvoyant dreams, Mai has the ability to witness past events, communicate with the dreams of other people, and even pass along small objects in dreams. She's also incredibly intuitive and has been able to rely on gut feelings in past investigations. (This last one may or may not be a Quirk thing.)

There's a few applications here. Firstly, the retrocognition would be a useful Quirk since it's primary function in Ghost Hunt's canon is showing Mai exactly how a person died. In the My Hero 'verse, this would allow her to determine if an unnatural death was accidental or a homicide, and in a missing person case, the astral projection side of her abilities can allow her to locate victims and determine what condition they're in and maybe find where they are.

The major drawback to this ability, though, is it would be a hellish Quirk to cope with as the way her dreams work, she is often compelled to relive the death as though it were hers. Not exactly the key to a healthy state of mind experiencing the last thoughts and feelings of a person who's died, and possibly violently at that.

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Realistically, not the flashiest of powers, so she would definitely be on the more obscure side of the Pro-Hero popularity spectrum, probably somebody only Deku has heard about with any real know-how on who she is and what she can do. For comparative purposes, her career path would align closer with Aizawa's in that she can't rely on her Quirk to fight and therefore has to resort to alternative methods to handle a crisis. Abilities speaking, she's definitely geared more toward reconnaissance, stealth, and investigation, which is how she operates in Ghost Hunt anyway and why I went with a darker color scheme for her costume.

I want to incorporate her Nine Cuts somehow, but I haven't settled on a way to do that quite yet.

The name Epimetheia comes from the Greek Titan Epimetheus. I could have gone with some feminine form of Morpheus, the god of dreams, but I really think Mai's retrocognition is the core trait the of her power. Epimetheus is the titan god of hindsight. He 'knew all that came before.'

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As always for Ghost Hunt, I tend to write Mai as a young adult, so she is not a student in this. Actually, for this crossover, she is much older than the main cast. She's in her twenties in the fanart shown here, but this is decades before the actual timeline.

And with that, here's a brief, un-edited snippet of something I've been playing with:

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“We’ve actually met once before,”  Hawks said abruptly.

“Have we?”  Taniyama turned to him, confused.  Her expression brightened somehow and the tired, hollowness of her eyes was gone.

“Yep.  I was just a little kid then, so I don’t blame you for not remembering.”  It was so long ago that he barely remembered it.  “It was at the zoo.  I’d heard they were letting kids in for free that day, so I found a chance to get away from my mom and headed out.  I always wanted to see a real elephant.”

Her lips curled into a warm smile. “And did you?”

“Sure did.”  He bobbed his head in brief nod.  “I was standing in front of their enclosure and someone knocked into me with a stroller or something and I dropped my plushie.  As I was trying to get it back, all these people kept kicking it out of the way or stepping on it.  And then it landed by your feet and you picked it up.”

Taniyama was silent.

“I remember you crouched down to give it back to me and you had the biggest smile on your face.  You asked if it was mine.  Thing is, though…I think you noticed how dirty I was.  You asked if I was okay and where my mom was.  You even asked if you could buy me a pair of shoes.”  He hadn’t let her.  If he’d returned home with a brand new pair of shoes instead of the secondhand ones that were falling apart, his dad would have beaten him and demanded to know where he’d gotten them.  Or he would have taken and pawned them for cash the first chance he got.  Or both.  But the hero Epimetheia must’ve suspected that much when he kept refusing her offers to help him with his silence and his nervous shaking head.  “And then your smile became sad and you asked me…

“Do you need help?”

“You were so warm and kind, and I'm sad to say I think that scared me a bit. I wasn't used to that from adults and so I ran away. But even after the Commission took me in, I hoped I would see you again.”  He turned to face her and was horrified to see her eyes running with tears.  “Whoa, whoa, whoa!  What’s wrong?  Why are you crying?” Shit, I made an old woman cry!  She’s not that old, but I made her cry!

Taniyama placed a scarred hand over her mouth.  “All these years, I wondered what happened to that little boy I saw at the zoo.”

...

[theloveinc]

Do you have any dick headcannons for the boys in bnha ?…

i do! actually on ihb LOL from... two? summers ago. isn't that crazy?????? TWO!!!

but let's do a little vampin' (oh oh ohhhh) and add some missing pieces, shall we? sorry if i'm a bit rusty (for more, check my links for iida , shinso + hawks)!

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- deku — Honestly? This man has a perfect dick. Just the right length and thickness to spark a little fear in your heart, but not to actually scare you away. Just like his hands, he's thick and real veiny, but also kinda pretty, too. Pornstar-esque, which is funny cuz you NEVER would've thought.

He's also a bit on the paler side. Darkening towards the tip but staying light at the base, probably because he's almost always in his hero suit and doesn't get enough sun. Uncut with a perfectly rounded tip, he has tight balls which he tries to trim but never shaves. Excellent happy trail to go with.

- todoroki — Another pretty dick, of course, with balls to match. On the longer side with a slight slant to it that's only noticeable when he's hard. He's pale, really only the pointed tip flushing red when he's horny, though he happens to be uncut with a good amount of foreskin to play with.

He's always able to hit your cervix without even trying, and the second he wants to fuck, he's touching himself and leaking pre like no tomorrow (one of those dudes they warn you about wearing a condom with even during foreplay LOL). Stands straight up with no problem, even his cock is a model, and is very bouncy.

Doesn't trim or shave, but his pubes aren't overwhelming so it's really not a problem.

- bakugo (links are older versions!) — We already know wtf I'm gonna say: on the shorter side but makes up for it in GIRTH. A real FATTY. Concerningly thick. It's scary. AND with heavy balls, too...

And the funny part is, Bakugo is always surprised when someone brings it up. No, he's not exactly insecure, but we know how he is about praise... and wide eyes + gagging do just about the same thing in this case.

His dick is a shade darker than his normal skin tone, and has a few prominent veins which almost always show. He's also really dense, so when he's hard, it's difficult to get it warmed up and moving to fit inside you without a little help. Leaves his pubic hair alone unless otherwise told to.

- kiri — LONG and THICK, I know you know this guy has a massive dong. But it's actually not unrealistic looking, if you know what I mean: he balls are soft and gooey, while the base begins tapering into a reasonably sized head. His tip is probably the least scary part about him... and even though he's uncut, you can hardly really tell with how how the slit is always peeking through.

Surprisingly pink and flushed for such a tan guy, it hardly ever stands completely straight just due to the natural weight of it, either poking at his belly (meaning you often need to be the one positioning it) or tilting downward when he's standing up straight. Kiri almost always wears a jockstrap when he leaves the house.

[embitea-official]

what quirk do you think Yuu would have had if she was in Bnha , I know she was post to have mt lady quirk but mt lady got it now ? For some reason I was thinking telekinesis for Yuu, that and blue eyes so people don’t confuse her with ochako that much ?, what do you think ?) also hope your doing ok :)

Despite my lack of activity, I'm doing alright! Thanks for asking, anon!

Originally, Yuu's concept was that she was quite literally Mt. Lady, both in name and Quirk, with the only difference being in her design and a more timid/low self-esteem personality. At first, she was going to be the main protagonist, but Horikoshi changed his mind (something about her standing out too much?) and instead made her Quirkless friend, Yamikumo, go through some changes and become who we now know as our main protagonist, Deku. Rather than scrapping her completely, Horikoshi ended up splitting her into apparently 3 characters in the BnHA series:

Yu Takeyama/Mt. Lady, who inherited the name and Quirk

Ochako Uraraka, who inherited the 'female lead' role & overall design

And, surprisingly: Yui Kodai, who inherited the more 'quiet' aspect of Yuu's personality + some bits of her design from the conceptual process (and supposedly a part of her Quirk; I can't find evidence but it seems there's speculation that Yuu's Quirk not only changed her own size but the size of other things as well?)

Personally, because I like the idea of maintaining the Original Trio image (Yami as Deku and Gougou as, well, Kacchan) + feel that Mt. Lady rules that name/Quirk identity with an iron fist, I view Yuu more as Proto!Ochako and thus she keeps the Zero Gravity Quirk. If she were in canon, the easiest way I'd fit her in is to simply make her Ochako's twin. Because she's quieter and more level-headed (in my headcanon, at least), she would likely be a supporting role more so for Ochako as a voice of logical reason than for Deku. She'd also be more prone to downplaying herself compared to how much she paints her twin in a much brighter light. If you're into zodiac signs, then while Ochako displays the brighter sides of her Capricorn zodiac, Yuu would be the calmer & quieter sides (almost similarly to Todoroki, who is also a Capricorn). Also if you hurt her dear twin Ochako, she will not be afraid to drop a boulder on you.

I like the idea of giving her blue eyes to distinguish her from Ochako should you plan to make them separate from each other. You could also make her hair color just a tad darker, with her costume also using blue tones. Giving her telekinesis is also a very interesting twist, though I'm very interested to see how you'd make it distinguishable from Quirks like Reiko Yanagi (from Class 1-B)'s Poltergeist. Let me know how that goes!

[darkonekrisrewrite]

Bnha heroes vs villains honest trailer (parody) Part 1

*Roll Film Reel*

From the manga creator Horikoshi Kohei, proving that for his Shonen Jump career, the third time really was the charm.

Comes a hit series that gives the premise of heroic academia in a famous school for heroes-

-that then focuses a lot of it's time and attention anywhere else but the school.

Unless the real hero academia was the friends and frenemies we made along the way??

Well played Horikoshi, well played.

Say hello to Izuku Midoriya, the hero (not always affectionately) called Deku, as he is finally able to live out his dream of being a hero in a world of superpowers.

Quickly finding out that living the hero dream requires kicking ass and getting your ass kicked, hopefully not in that order.

Although for Deku it's a more of a revolving door.

And joining him on his heroic hurt train is Ochako Uraraka and Shoto Todoroki.

One is the product of hero society's flaws, showing early on the darker side of heroes and their actions, having to grapple with his upbringing and who he wants to be-

-only to have his main character arc pretty much resolved early in the series and only getting some small moments of development in between arcs until his villain shows up to challenge him later.

But it's fine, dirty looks are serious business guys.

Whispers: Bad Vibes.......!

And the other, Ochako Uraraka, fulfils the role of Deku's female love interest, playing a game of "will they-won't they" in her own head-

-before deciding that having this role is too distracting and she'd rather focus on her other goals and dreams than Playing the Shipping Game.

Priorities girl!

But appearing to thwart and/or improve on the heroes and their goals-

-The league of villains.

Proving the contradicting truth that, depending on which fans you interact with- 

-literacy and nuance, is and is not dead!

Shigaraki Tomura.

With such a tragic and compelling backstory that people will understand exactly why he turned out the way he did -

-while at the same time, having so much fun being a villain, people will still say that he's pure evil.

Shigaraki just has that gamer in him, that's all.

(See Part 2)

[sheikzine]

“In everyone’s life, there comes a lull.” (1/5)

During the applications period, we'll be posting a part of a Sheik fic every week, written by our writing mod! Enjoy part one and stay tuned for others to come!

Applications will remain open until May 9th, 11.59pm PST

In everyone’s life, there comes a lull.

Whether it’s short- or long-lived, near the end of days or the midst of chaos, peaceful moments can be found and cherished close to the heart. They are most often sporadic and out of the blue; yet as fast as they go by, one can still grasp them.

This was one such moment.

Everything was still, although not dangerously; not in the way that made the hair on one’s neck stand on end. No; this silence was comfortable, like the Goddesses themselves had hushed the land to listen.

Link had set up camp beside a stream, hidden from roadside view by the trees on the edge of the forest. Water trickled by in time with the rustling of the leaves that twinkled from the rays of sunlight that shone upon and between them.

The Hero lay on his back, hands folded over his stomach and hat folded beneath his head to ease the pressure on his ponytail. He was watching the motion of the trees above them, eyes flickering between the bright leaves at the top of the canopy to the darker ones near the trunk, then to the occasional bird and creature that switched between branches. While he didn’t want to turn and check the ground beneath him, he was sure the insects, too, were making their daily rounds, guided by the state of peace.

Well, it was peaceful until there was a sudden burning pain in Link’s leg.

“Ow!” He hissed, jumping at the pain, yet he knew better than to reach for the source. He grunted, huffed out a breath, and raised one arm to lie across his eyes. “... Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Came the voice from his company. “Just take a deep breath.”

Link did as commanded, opening his mouth to take in as much air as he could get, then releasing it through his nose. He felt better already; the flare in his chest had—

“Through your nose.”

Right. He did it again, closing his eyes as he inhaled slowly through his nose. As he did, his colleague continued their ministrations with gentle hands—well, as gentle as they could get, anyway—while Link closed his eyes and assessed the damage.

It really wasn’t that bad of an injury; it was only a bite from a Deku Baba, which he had never had much issue healing from, even without a potion. Yet this time, something had been different; he couldn’t tell if it had bit deeper than every other bite he’d gotten, or perhaps there was something else wrong, because the moment he had finished his battle and turned around to find himself face-to-face with his guide, he had retched violently and nearly thrown up.

The next thing he knew, they were on the side of the road where they sat now, and he was being forced onto his back with the demand to relax. Link had tried to protest, like always, but it never worked.

Another splice of pain shot through Link’s leg, and he tensed, held his breath, and huffed it out as he turned his head to the side, facing the other. “... can’t I just—”

“Use a potion?”

Red eyes met blue, and although the golden eyebrow that arched above them felt threatening, Link couldn’t help but grin. Red eyes rolled before returning to Link’s leg, and there was another slight spike of pain that felt intentional. “I knew you would ask that. Just settle down and allow me to get my tools.”

“Sheik, have I not been lying here the entire time?”

There was no response aside from a hum, but Link was fine with that. The Sheikah had always been quiet, observant; he felt lucky about every word that had come out of their mouth today.

As for Sheik’s tools, the word had sounded scary, but they held only a cloth, some shiny black thread, a bottle with some clear liquid, and a needle. The needle was the scariest part until Sheik poured the liquid on Link’s leg, and he soon tilted his head back into the ground while hissing through clenched teeth at the fierce, burning pain that ensued. His hands, too, clenched into fists by his side, blades of grass peeking out from between his fingers. With every ounce of his strength, he held himself back from releasing the slew of curse words that poked at the inside of his lips, and he tried his hardest to relax for Sheik as much as he could while they tried to help him.

“I apologize,” Sheik said, pressing one hand to Link’s thigh right at the top of his knee joint. The grip was barely there, but their strength was incredible, rendering his leg still. Their other hand poured for a couple more moments before setting the bottle on the ground, and as the pain lessened, Link realized there was a slight sizzling sound coming from below. He didn’t dare look. “But the Deku Baba’s poison infected your injury. It appears you will need stitches as well… this creature had rather wide teeth.”

Stitches? No, it couldn’t be that bad—and yet as Link propped his elbows up behind him, pushing through the pain to look, he realized it was that bad, as nearly the entire right side of his pants were soaked red, as were the bandage wrappings around Sheik’s fingers. It made him dizzy to look at, but he couldn’t let it get to him; instead he settled his eyes on the injury itself, and he swallowed back the shock that lodged its way into his throat. In the meantime, Sheik had expertly guided the thread through the needle, then held the needle with one hand while the other lit a flame ablaze beneath it.

“Lay down,” Sheik said once they appeared to be finished, leaning close to Link’s injury. That time he did so without hesitation, focusing on the leaves once more.

While Sheik hadn’t explicitly said they were going to use magic to ease his pain, he was confident they had. The only thing he felt when Sheik lowered their hand to his leg was slight tugging, then nothing more; yet everything else—the burning, the slight headache behind his eyes, the stiff pain surrounding the bite—was still there. Perhaps they had just masked the worst of it for him; he knew getting stabbed with a needle had to be at least somewhat painful.

“Almost done. Then I’ll have to treat your burn.”

His burn…? Oh, right; while fighting the Deku baba, he had tried using his torch to set it aflame, or at least see what it could do. Before he reached it, however, the Deku Baba had snapped its teeth at him eerily close, causing him to drop the torch, which he had then tried to grab out of mid-air—only for his hand to close on the lit end. His palm pulsed in pain as a reminder.

Cleaning a burn… how did one do that? All Link knew about how to treat a wound was drink a potion, and all the burns he had gotten at Death Mountain seemed to heal with the potions he’d taken, so… what was the big deal?

Well, as good as Sheik was at predicting Link’s every move, they were also incredible at reading his thoughts.

“Why can’t I use a potion, Sheik?” The Sheikah asked in a playful yet mocking tone. All Link had to do was look at them before they continued as if they could see him—or maybe they just knew. “Don’t give me that look; you’re highly inquisitive, Hero of Time. You cannot tell me you weren’t going to ask without lying to me.”

“Well—” Link protested, only for his voice to fade off into nothing. Sheik was right—they always were. So instead, Link just laid quietly as the Sheikah finished their work, biting back noises of pain.

Soon after, Sheik wrapped his leg tight and neat with the cloth, tucking the end underneath, then released a long sigh before moving off their haunches to sit on the ground instead. They held a hand out to Link, beckoning towards his hand, and he used his elbows and his good hand to push himself up before holding his hand out to Sheik. While his gloves had done a good job protecting his palm, his fingertips were bright red, and a couple had small bubbles on them. Sheik turned his hand over in their own, inspecting it, before shrugging and releasing his hand.

“Not nearly as bad as I thought,” Sheik said, pausing at the sight of their own hands before unwrapping the bloody bandages. “You got lucky, Hero. A moment longer and you could have been in two places of Hyrule at the same time.”

Link shrugged as well, grinning at the other. “Cool story though, right?”

Sheik rolled their eyes and shook their head, but as they turned away, he could tell they were amused. He followed their line of sight, admiring the scenery once more as a comfortable silence fell between them. Even the Sheikah was at ease, something that never happened, and so Link let his guard down and relaxed.

Silence these days was a rare occurrence, and often it was not welcome. Too often Link found himself settled in silence, ears twitching, body thrumming in pain as he settled in the smallest crevice he could fit into the sleep. Even with the clear safety he managed to find sometimes, he couldn’t find it in him to relax. So now it was just…

It felt good.