Can we get a Dabi who wants cuddles out of a sudden?
Pairings â Dabi/Touya Todoroki x reader
Summary â Dabi wants cuddles from his flower fairy.
Genre â Dabi fluff :â((
Rating â sfw
Word count â 858
Warnings â very very lowkey implied nsfw but besides that none! yay!
Authorâs note â Hello anon! Yesâ yes you may. I love Dabi, this recent arc has really made me sooo so fond of the villains, I love them all endlessly. I watched âMy Neighbor Totoroâ today and felt greatly inspired by the scenic greenery soooo thatâs kind of the vibe for this setting. Just a super pretty, green and calm countryside hideout. Enjoy!! Please request more villains!! I love them!! omg!! *update I just realized there was a whole asst tYPO Iâm so sorry you had to read my shit writingâŠit has been fixed :â((*
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âWhat are you up to doll?â
âPicking flowers,â he stared half-lidded at the back of your head, moonlight glossing over your hair, painting the crinkles and folds of your loosely-fitting clothes.Â
He had sent you off to go âbother someone elseâ amid an irritated fit but instantly felt itchy at the lack of loving affection. He found himself searching and peaking into every room desperately until he spotted a familiar sweatshirt knelt beneath the glow of the moon.
The league had been in a tight position financially for a while, camping out in abandoned warehouses and sheds until they could secure a plan of action. This time, however, you werenât constrained to another rat-infested barnâ Shigaraki stationed the team at a vacated garden house located in the nearby countryside, far enough from civilization.
âFlowers huh,â he joined your side, watching your bent form fiddle with the thin stems sprouting proudly from the dewy meadows.
âFlowers,â you echoed softly, âwho knows when Iâll get the chance to do this again, considering weâve been on the move and stuff.â He observed your kind fingers tug at the dainty daisies swaying in rhythm to the wind, gathering the hand-picked bouquet in your hands.
Your relationship was ironic, to say the least. You were a juxtaposition to Dabi, who was bitterly brutal and rough, evil, emotionless. That was until he met you. He found your ethereal, borderline angelic nature captivatingâ he fell enchanted by your candid charm the moment you stumbled naively into the bar that blessed night.
Dabi had âexperienceâ in a different caliber, but the pace of your romantic relationship was a first for him. It wasnât lewd and cheap, neither was it insignificant unlike the several encounters heâs had beforeâ he admired your grace, relished the way youâd coax him tenderly, valued the way you werenât hesitant to stand near him, to hold him and knead away his burdens.
âCâ mon âflower fairyâ, letâs go inside,â he teased, smirking to himself. You peeped up at Dabiâs towering figure with innocent eyes, blinking your pretty lashes and pouting your lips. He groaned, averting his glare to the sky. Heâs incapable of asking, doesnât like sounding needy, but he hoped youâd finish soon.
âJust a minute,â you whined, standing up and patting away the dust from your bare knees. He glimpsed begrudgingly at your peaceful face, struggling to remain faithful to his levelheaded persona.Â
But with the way you inhaled the fresh air, the way you tilted your face up to bathe in the moonlight, the small smile decorating your parted lipsâ he was practically ogling you.
âYou can breathe inside too, you know,â he rolled his eyes before turning towards the dimly lit shed, drawing you from your meditation.
âIâm taking advantage of the fresh air,â you giggled before skipping towards your lanky boyfriend, lacing your fingers with his lovingly while tucking away the daisies behind your ears. Heâd be lying if he said his heart didnât skip a beat, but he hid his enthusiasm behind the same indifferent, dull expression.
âYouâre annoying,â he chuckled, guiding you into the hardly decent hideout. It was shabby but surprisingly comfortable. The wooden floors creaked beneath your footsteps, walls thin enough to allow the rustling from outside seep into the halls. He opened the door to your claimed room, stepping aside to allow you in first before trailing close behind you.
âBlankets AND pillows? Shigaraki really hit the jackpot,â you crawled onto the cushiony futon, allowing yourself to plop down entirely. He couldnât resist the grin spreading over his lips at the sight, forcibly peeling away his coat and shirt, tossing them haphazardly onto the floor.
Finally, he thoughtâ he had you right where he wanted you. He lowered himself onto his knees, lazily inching closer until he set his head on your chest, torso caged snugly in between your legs.
âDonât you mean I hit the jackpot, who do you think got us these,â he slurred sleepily into the fleecy fabric of your sweater, snaking his arms around your waist. You were deliciously warm, he felt relaxed by your embrace instantly.
âDid you? Youâre too sweet,â you moved your fingers through his hair, twirling the raven-colored strands carefully the way you knew he liked. He hummed in response, snuggling closer to press a sloppy peck on your chin.
âMhmm,â he returned to his spot on your chest, soothing circles into the dips of your waist. He was blissfully satisfied, slipping in and out of consciousness.
He wasnât fond of filling the comfortable silence with senseless small talk, he wanted nothing more than to lull himself to the sound of your heartbeat. But he had no control over his thoughts, vulnerable and heartfelt.
âYouâre so soft,â he murmured, âso soft and warm.â
You were inexplicably grateful his eyes werenât open to catch your reddening cheeks.
ââŠLove you,â he sighed inaudibly, ââŠmy flower fairy.âÂ
He managed to mutter out before rendering himself to his sleep-deprived muscles, succumbing entirely to the softness caging his aching body.
âI love you more,â you purred, smiling at Dabiâs evened, peaceful breathing. As ironic and unlikely as it might seem, he loved no one more than his flower fairy.
Genre: Angst and fluff of over 3k words holy shit this sure got out of hand
A/N: I am beyond excited to share, what I dare say is, my current best piece with you! I even teared up a couple of times while writing it! Anon requested a scenario in which the reader is jealous of Todoroki and Momo. What I love the most about it is writing not just the blooming of a relationship, but the flourishment of a true friendship as well! I am hoping with my whole heart that you guys love this as much as I did writing it!
Reader always leaves notes with kind messages in Todorokiâs shoe locker, silently pining for him. But bottling up your emotions is never a good thing and during class, her emotions reach a peak. The reason for it is how inferior she feels to Momo, who is always by his side. The deputy class representative being the amazing person she is, takes care of the reader and helps her confess to Todoroki.
Happy reading!
When a relationship between two people starts receiving all kinds of definitions, you know itâs bad. In the case of Todoroki Shouto and Yaoyorozu Momo, these definitions were:
(1)Â Â Power couple â a couple made up of the best male and female students, both recommended to arguably the most prestigious hero school in Japan.
(2)Â Â Adorable couple â no confirmed definition except the general fact that Todoroki and Yaoyorozu would look adorable together.
(3)Â Â Equal couple â they each had something to admire in the other and have achieved something near impossible â the ability of two so different, so powerful and magnificent people to stand on equal ground.
anonymous: Overhaul,Tomaru and Dabi reaction hc to seeing their s/o coming back home/wherever with a broken arm. S/o is naturally clumsy so this isnt the first time they came back injure please
authors note: overhaulâs is a little ooc since we know he wouldnât let you out of the hideout whatsoever without him but letâs play pretend okay thatâs what hcâs are for
A/N: Okay so iâve planned out a lil bit of this series but i still have no idea what i want the ending to be so letâs just see where this takes us HAHAH
also! iâm gonna post this series on my AO3 account too @ https://archiveofourown.org/users/aizawamirite/profile so look out for this fic there if you want :D
No. of words: 2018
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You werenât expecting any more clients that night so it was a bit of a surprise to see one of your regulars waiting for you when you returned home from some last minute grocery shopping. Dabi sat on your couch, slightly hunched over with a hand pressed against his side, in the darkness of your small apartment. His face was barely illuminated by the dull moonlight that shone through your window, his breathing was heavy enough that you could hear it from where you stood at the front door.
âDid you make an appointment?â You teased humourlessly as you dropped your bag of miscellaneous groceries on the floor, making a mental note to ask Dabi to help you put them away later. The young man huffed and his stunning blue eyes glanced your way. They almost seemed to glow.
âCâmon,â he murmured breathlessly, âdo your favourite patient a favour and help me out here.â
âYeah, yeah,â you replied dismissively before disappearing into your bedroom only to reappear with a bag that Dabi had grown familiar with over time. You opened it and began pulling out various medical supplies, placing them neatly on the coffee table in front of him. âYou know the drill, pretty boy,â you said whilst putting on a surgical mask, âlay down.â
He complied and inhaled sharply when his movements proved too much for his wound to handle. Forehead slick with a thin layer of sweat, Dabi turned his head so that he could watch you at workâ something he never got tired of doing. Your pupils began to constrict and your eyes widened as you scanned his body before reaching out to gently peel his torn, blood-soaked shirt off his torso. In the midst of wondering what you could see, Dabi hissed, caught off guard by the sudden contact you made with his wound.
âSorry,â you whispered, a phrase that he knew held no value or sincerity every time you worked. It was simply something you said out of instinct.
Then, your palm began to glow a dull red before you laid it directly over his bleeding wound. Dabi felt the familiar sensation of a strange coolness wash over him as the sharp pain drained away in an instant; he also noticed how your own face began to contort in discomfort as the sounds of his heavy breathing were replaced with your own shaky breaths.
Heâd known you for years now but still didnât understand how your healing Quirk worked. You never told him and after a while, he stopped trying to find out. All he knew was that every time you did use it, you would come out of it looking like you were in varying degrees of pain or discomfort, depending on the severity of the injury.
This time, when you were done, you were sweaty and your eyelids drooped as if you were on the verge of passing out. Your body swayed back and forth slightly and Dabiâs arm reached out before he could think, his hand grabbing the back of your head. He winced at the sudden movement, anticipating a sharp pain to shoot through his abdomen but it didnât. He glanced down at where he had been stabbed almost an hour ago only to find a patch of fresh, intact skin in its place.
âThanks,â Dabi said, still supporting your exhausted form. âHad a lot of clients today?â He guessed, knowing that a simple stab wound wasnât capable of draining that much energy out of you.
âYeah,â you mumbled, ripping the surgical mask off your face and tossing it in the general direction of your bin. It missed, having bounced out of the pile of other bloodied bandages and broken surgical tools that had formed within. âI think I had⊠twelve?â
He whistled in response, surprised you didnât kick him out of your home the moment you saw him. Dabi had seen you reject patients before, why had this time been different?
âCarry me to bed, will you?â You asked, holding your arms out in front of you, already prepared for him to abide by your request. He did but not without a quick roll of his eyes and a snarky comment you failed to catch since you were too busy trying not to fall asleepâ especially when you were in his arms; his warm embrace a wonderful shield from the cold night air.
Dabi carried you to your room effortlessly especially since he was now injury-free. He felt your fingers grip weakly at his jacket as you leaned into him, almost nuzzling your face into his chest.
After he laid you gently on your bed, he made his way to your bathroom and brought back a moist towel. He had been at your place so many times, he found himself moving without even thinking, already comfortably familiar with the small apartmentâs layout.
âHere,â Dabi mumbled before tossing the cloth on your face. You groaned in annoyance but used it to clean your sweat-covered skin anyway, releasing a sigh of relief at the comfort such a simple action brought you. As you continued rubbing the towel up and down your face, you felt the bed sink as Dabi crawled beside you. There wasnât much space but neither of your minded, youâd been friends for too long to mind such petty things.
âJust because I gave you a spare key,â you peeled the cloth off your face and tossed it onto your bedside table, âdoesnât mean youâre welcome to stay, yâknow?â
Dabi snorted, turning his head so that his eyes met yours. You felt a familiar pang in your chest, wonderingâ yet againâ how it was humanly possible for his eyes to be of such a magnificent shade. For some reason you could not fathom, his eyes entranced you deeply from the second you met him; it was strange⊠looking at them always provided you with a weird sense of⊠familiarity, somehow.
âDo you want me to leave?â
Your silence was a good enough answer as any.
The next minute passed in silence as both of you maintained eye contact. Your own eyelids threatened to flutter closed several times but a part of you wanted to stay awake longer for reasons you were too tired to think of. You lifted your arm and reached over, fingers idly brushing at the surgical staples embedded in his skin.
âNeed me to change any of them?â You asked, voice coming out softer than youâd have liked.
âNo, theyâre fine for now,â Dabi replied, feeling goosebumps form on his skin as you continued admiring your handiwork. You were the only person he allowed to touch him that way, it was only fair after all.
âHow was your day?â You asked out of the blue, cringing internally at how weirdly domestic it sounded. âOther than⊠yâknow.â You pulled your hand away, arm already tired, unaware of the way he furrowed his eyebrows when you did.
âItâs been⊠eventful,â he answered, shifting his body and folding his arms behind his head so that he rested his head on them. You wonderedâ since his eyes were now staring up at the ceilingâ if he could see you admiring his side profile. âGiran got back to me and brought to me to meet a man-child called Shigaraki Tomura or somethinâ like that.â
âThe name rings a bell,â you interjected.
âYeah, he has this group called âThe League of Villainsâ,â Dabi continued, âStain was with them before he got arrested⊠They donât seem serious, though, soââ
You hummed in response, unintentionally tuning out his words. Youâd wanted to ask why he had this sudden interest in joining a group but the moment he mentioned Stain, youâd gotten your answer. You couldnât pinpoint when but heâd been following the actions of the Hero Killer closely for a long time now; whenever he visitedâ randomly let himself in, ratherâ without any injuries, you knew he was here just to share with you whatever new crime Stain committed. Sometimes you listened, sometimes you simply hummed whenever he paused.
This time was the latter. Your head was too fuzzy from your excessive Quirk use today so all the words that escaped his lips seemed to mix together into a strange conglomeration of nothing. You always liked to watch him when he talked about Stainâs ideology, though. Whenever he did, his face would light up with some form of passion and then he would finally look like the young man he wasâ and not the tired, stoic Villain he, and many others, had to be to survive.
âHey, wait,â you suddenly interrupted Dabiâs speech, patting his arm, âcould you get me my phone?â
âWhy?â
âI just need it.â You clicked your tongue.
âWhere is it?â
âLiving room,â you replied, slinging an arm over your eyes, signalling the end of the exchange in which Dabi had to comply with your simple request. He normally wasnât one to do things for people but with you, he never minded since it was the least he could do.
He rolled off the rather cramped mattress and shuffled out of the room, his eyes scanning the vicinity for your smartphone. Dabi spotted the medical supplies you had used earlier and made a mental note to clean them up after youâd fallen asleep; he glanced over at the groceries and decided he would make an effort to put those away, too.
After a few minutes of searching, Dabi decided to give up but before he could return to your room, the sound of something vibrating caught his attention. He followed the noise and eventually located your phone underneath your couch. He fished it out and glanced at the caller ID on the screen.
Giran?
âHey, (Y/N)!â Dabi called out as he waltzed back into your bedroom, âwhatâs the old guy wanna do with yââ He shut his mouth instantly when he realised youâd fallen asleep with your arm still half-covering your face.
Dabi scratched the back of his neck before hitting the decline button, deciding that he could just tell you about the call tomorrow morning but alas, before he could even turn the device off, Giran called once again.
What the fuckâs so important? He wondered, glancing between your sleeping form and the phone vibrating in his hand.
Weâre close enough, right?
After another moment of consideration, Dabi pressed the answer button.
âHey, (L/N)-san!â Giran exclaimed from the other end with the faint chattering of people in the background. âIâve got an offer for youââ
âLeave a text or somethinâ, man,â Dabi scoffed, âwho even calls these days?â
â⊠Dabi? Why the fuck are you picking up (L/N)-sanâs phone? Did you stealââ
âOoh, on a first-name basis are we? Never thought you were her typeââ
Rolling his eyes, Dabi deadpanned, âIâm hanging up.â
âWait! This is important! Remember Shigaraki Tomura from earlier? He said the Leagueâll accept your application, by the wayââ
âWhat the fuck does this have to do with (Y/N)?â
âCalm down, Iâm getting there!â Giran barked. âHe said he wants a healer on the team and (L/N)âs the best in the underworld, as Iâm sure you already know⊠Where is she anyway?â
Dabi took a glimpse at your comatose-like state and decided against waking you up. Giran and Shigaraki Tomura could wait.
âAsleep,â he answered, already preparing to end the call, âIâll relay your message.â
âThankââ
Dabi hung up. He quickly turned off your phone before anyone else could call before placing it on your bedside table.
Summary: Kaminari is known for his constant meme references, but the reader finds a way to keep them at bay... at least for a little while.
Also, I tried to make this mostly fluff! Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: None
Denki Kaminari. The man, the myth, the legend. He had the sort of crackhead energy that was purely his- no drugs involved. He mightâve been struck dumb when he overused his quirk, but you were quite positive he was verging on dumber when he was just being himself.
The amount of Vine and overall meme references that came out of this kid were unreal. If memorizing memes was a degree category, Kaminari would have had a doctorate. However, seeing as he was your best friend, you were pretty well rounded in meme culture yourself.
The idea came to you when you were lounging with the majority of Class 1A in the common area. You were showing off to Kirishima, Mina, and a reluctant Bakugou with how well you could control your water quirk. With a flick of your hand, a stream of water morphed into a loosely formed figure. It began to spin and dance around over your palm, and Mina clapped her hands in glee.
âOh, this is so cool!! How do you do that?â
You just shrugged, âItâs taken a lot of practice, to be honest. It normally depends on how my emotions are. Thatâs why I can create such large tidal waves when Iâm angry, and such detailed works when Iâm calm.â
Bakugou let out an annoyed sound, âOh, itâs not that cool. How is some stupid water trick going to help you in battle?â
You brushed his snide question aside as you concentrated on your water figure. You barely even noticed that a certain electric boy had entered the room until you heard the squeal of a speaker and the beginning of a familiar theme song. It sounded like Monsterâs Inc...
It dawned on you at the last second. You barely had time to gasp and smack your hand over your ears before the theme song took on a blaring quality. Most students started yelling, but their voices were drowned out by the loud noise. Finally, someone unplugged the speaker and you were able to relax...just to realize that your beautiful figure had turned into a puddle.
You huffed in annoyance as Kaminari stumbled over, laughing so hard that his face had turned red.
âHow...how was that for an entrance, huh?â
He let out another bark of laughter, and you reacted on instinct. The water from the puddle gathered in the air and flicked towards Kaminariâs face. He seemed a bit taken aback by the short spray of water, and thatâs when your genius idea took root.
The next day, you were all packing up since the first class of the day had just finished. Kaminari ambled over to your desk, and the two of you were normally chatting until one fateful student began talking about how one of the roads was closed because of a villain attack.
âYeah, thatâs the street my favorite restaurant is onâ, Sero sighed. âItâs too bad that thereâs so much road work...â
That was all that needed to be said. You saw the light brighten in Kaminariâs eyes as he took a deep breath and yelled,
âROAD WORK AHEAD? UH, YEAH! I SURE HOPE IT DO-â
On instinct, you reached into your bag, grabbed the object that you had acquired the night before, and brandished it. Before Kaminari had finished speaking, you spritzed him in the face with a fine water mist from your miniature spray bottle. Like before, he was taken aback for a few seconds.
Laughter rang throughout the room as Kirishima gasped, âOh my god!! (L/N), you stopped him right in his tracks! Why did that work- oh my god.â He nearly fell out of his desk as more laughter overtook him. Kaminari was staring at you in confusion.
â(L/N), what was that for? Whyâd you do that?â
âIâve decided to try a new form of control for all these references you makeâ, you stated as you threateningly waved the bottle around. âIâll let a few of them slide, but the more you make, the more you get sprayed. This is an intervention.â
He gave you a sad puppy look that nearly had you melting, âNo! But...but my references are great! I donât like the water sprayer!â
âThen youâll have to be more careful with what you say!! Stay alert- because Iâll always be watching. Every meme you bring up, every Vine you quote, you better beware. My name is (Y/N) (L/N). You make too many references. Prepare to die.â
You threw the bottle back into your bag and started to walk out of the room as Kaminari wailed behind you, âBUT YOU JUST MADE A MOVIE REFERENCE! THIS ISNâT FAIR!!â
Sure enough, you stayed on your toes the entire day. Whenever you were around Kaminari, he seemed extra cautious about what he said. Even so, you had to use your water sprayer a lot more than you thought. As you expected, Kaminari started to get annoyed with the whole situation.
Of course, he looked adorable when he was annoyed. Your plan was to help limit his references, but your hidden plan was to get more of his attention. You had a slight crush on the Pikachu boy, and it was pretty obvious. You know...to everyone EXCEPT him.
Finally, when you were walking to your last class with him, it happened. You were pretty surprised that he wasnât actively trying to avoid you and your sneak attacks. Midoriya was walking near you, and you heard a snippet of his conversation.
âAll Mightâs power is unparalleled. I donât think anyone can defeat him when he can go over 100% with his super strength-â
The poor electric boy looked like he was trying so hard not to say it. He was having an inner war with himself and his crackhead energy. He stayed quiet for about two seconds before he blurted, âShaggy could defeat him with .2% of his power.â
ffttzzzz
Your best friend still blinked in surprised at the spray of water, even though it had happened about 108 times that day. His gaze shifted to you, and suddenly he was grabbing your arm and dragging you into an empty hall. Your smirk was hard to hide; he had finally snapped.
When there was no one else around, he let go of you and pushed you towards the lockers. He frowned at you with his arms crossed over his chest- but his expression reminded you of a grumpy toddler. You tried to move out of the way, but he slammed his hand into the locker beside you to keep you in place.
âGive. Me. The. Water. Spritzer.â
You feigned innocence, âWhat water spritzer? I donât know what youâre talking about.â
Kaminariâs bright eyes seemed to crackle with electricity, âI canât do this anymore, (L/N)! At first I thought it was for fun, but I canât filter my comments! The meme lord in me has to be let loose!â
âI was just trying to help you!â
He huffed and poked his bottom lip out in a pout, âYouâre dumb.â
âAnd youâre cute when youâre grumpy.â
âIâM NOT GRU- wait. Did you say I was cute?â
Your eyes widened in realization for what youâd blurted out. Instead of a witty response, your mind buffered, âUhhhh...â
Kaminariâs expression morphed from annoyance to smugness, âOhhh... the catâs out of the bag, huh? Do you...I donât know... LIKE ME?!â
You halfheartedly brought up the water sprayer, as if it would defend you from confessing your feelings, âI- um... well, I- Uhh...â
âYOU DO, DONâT YOU?! Iâve never heard you this speechless before!! Haha!â
He snatched the water sprayer out of your hand and suddenly you were the one blinking against the spray of cool mist. You didnât know what to feel. He seemed happy to have figured it out...but did he like you back? Would he throw this in your face later or make fun of you for it?
Your face mustâve reflected what you were thinking, because Kaminari stopped attacking you with the spray bottle and leaned closer to your face. You hadnât even realized how close heâd gotten until he was mere inches from you. His bright eyes stared straight into your (E/C) ones as he firmly stated, âWell, I hope you do, because I like you, too. I have for a long time. So, would you want to make a deal? If you stop spraying me with water, Iâll take you on a date.â
Since words failed you, you smiled and nodded. Kaminari grinned and took you by surprise by leaning in, wrapping his arms around your waist, and hugging you close as he twirled you around, âTHANK GOD, Iâve been wanting to ask that for a WHILE NOW!â
You giggled in response as he finally set you down, and you were able to find your words again, âIâve been wanting to tell you for a while now, too! I just didnât know how to say it.â
âGo get a room!â
The two of you spun around to see Bakugou sulking down the hall towards you. He looked pissed off, as usual. Kaminari sent you a sly wink before approaching the angry boy, âYeah, yeah. But do you know what this hallway is?â
Bakugou stopped and glared at Kaminari, who leaned closer with a Cheshire Cat grin.
âItâs free real estate.â
ftttzzzzz
Bakugou was sprayed in the face so quickly that he didnât immediately react. Kaminari dropped the bottle, grabbed your hand, and tugged you down the hall as you ran for your lives. Explosions resounded behind you, followed by a familiar voice yelling, âKAMINARI, YOU ELECTRIC BASTARD! IâM GOING TO KILL BOTH YOU AND (L/N)!â
You didnât mind the threat of possible death as you let out a breathless laugh. Your focus remained on the warmth of the hand holding yours, and the glee lighting up every inch of Kaminariâs face as you both ran in no particular direction. The company of each other was enough for the both of you.
I hope yâall liked it!! Kaminariâs been growing on me tbh and I think he may be one of my new favorite characters. Why, you ask? Well... I wish I freakin knew.
Donât forget to like and comment! Love yâall! My message box is always open if you need to talk!
Never asked for a request before, but I v love your writing Request is headcanons of Bakugo, Kirishima and Deku taking care of their intoxicated girlfriend while they themselves are also drunk
I wasnât sure if you meant taking care, or âtaking careâ *wink wink* so I just went SFW to be safe. I changed it up to be a bit more like being drunk with them as well as them trying to take care of you while drunk. I literally enjoy drunk headcanons so much ahh~
Bakugou
Bakugou is the drunk that always, always says heâs not drunk. Boy is fully convinced he isnât as drunk as you. But he isâŠ
Never steps down from a challenge so heâll mostly drink whatever is given to him. Prefers spirits, something like fireball whisky that has a bit of a spicy kick to it.
Wraps an arm around you to try and help you home, but is also stumbling beside you slightly. He can actually carry himself quite well, even when heâs drunk. But his mind isnât working properly.
Bakugou is actually a really lovely drunk. Extra clingy, extra nice. Takes pleasure in a quick grope of his s/o when youâre in this intoxicated state.
âI never tell you how much I love you, Baby. Well, I fucking love you a lot.â
He can still be an angry drunk though, so be prepared. If anyone steps what he deems to be too close to you, heâs ready to throw hands and fight til the death for your honour. Full âhe proteccâ mode.
Bakugou is still sober enough to call you stupid every single time you go out with him without a jacket, but each time he shrugs his jacket off himself and wraps it around your shoulders.
âYou need to eat something to sober up,â Bakugou moves to grab you something from the fridge.
âSo do you, youâre just as drunk as me!â âTch, I donât get drunk-â âYes you do,â âNo, I donâtâ - Literally this could go on for ages.
Makes you drink so much water before you go to sleep to try and sober you up.
Kirishima
Always the instigator, the guy that always offers to buy you another drink, âJust one more,â four drinks later. Donât say the word shots because heâll listen.Â
Super clingy drunk, heâll always maintain some type of contact with you, an arm around your waist, a hand on your knee. Anything to keep you close to him.
Will hold your hair back and rub your back if youâre sick. He may be drunk, but he wants to make sure youâre okay. Youâre always his first priority.
Will help you stand up as you wobble beside him, he isnât the sturdy hero for nothing~
Also offers to carry your heels home when youâre stumbling drunk. Then heâs worried that your feet will get hurt on the pavement so he offers to give you a piggyback. Wobbly feet guiding you both home as you laugh about it together.
âDonât you dare drop me, Eijirou-â âI could never drop a princess!â
Except, the times when he does stumble over and you fall together, although no matter how drunk he is he always makes sure you donât get hurt. His hands moving to stop the impact of the fall as you cling to his back.
Nights often end with him helping you out of your outfit, getting your body into bed before he just slumps down beside you fully clothed. So you end up waking up in just your underwear and Kirishima has all of last nights outfit still on, sometimes including a shoe.
Midoriya
For being such a strong boy all it takes is a few alcopops to have him completely drunk. Normally itâs your job, no matter how drunk you are, to look after him.
No spacial awareness when heâs drunk, heâll be all up in your face when heâs talking to you.
Midoriya is way more confident when heâs had a few drinks, taking more time to hold your hand, to kiss you. He wants everyone to know youâre his beautiful girlfriend.
Until he canât hold his body up anymore and he drops to the floor, causing the pair of you to break into drunk giggles as you try to get him up.
Honestly youâre probably going to need a third party to come along and help you both out because youâre both a hot mess.
Still thinks of you as youâre getting ready for bed as he stumbles into the bathroom to grab you some painkillers for the morning, probably knocking out half the medicine cabinet onto the floor as he grabs them. Pours you a large glass of water to keep by your bedside table for the night, some of the liquid dropping out of the overflowing glass as he brings it to you.
Iâm actually working on some original works at the moment that I hope to publish, thatâs taking a bunch of my time and leaves me wanting to stay away from the laptop sometimes. Which sucks but oh well.
Anyway, please enjoy this Tamaki scenario that I whipped up! Itâs been awhile since I last wrote for bnha properly so my writing style may have changed a little.
The Strength of the Stars (Aizawa x teacher!reader) Part 1
Aizawa doesnât know how to feel about one of his coworkers, especially since he thinks that she doesnât have a quirk thatâs useful enough to be a UA teacher. He doesnât understand how hard it is to have a zodiac based quirk. He severely underestimates his coworkerâŠuntil he finally sees her in action.
Warnings: None
âAizawa!â
The pro hero sighed as he heard the energetic voice from across the break room. He answered with much less enthusiasm, âYes, (L/N)?â
Suddenly, you were right beside him as you slung an arm around his shoulders, âHey! How do you like your class? I know theyâre on lunch break right now, so that leaves a little time to gossip about your first day, right?â
Aizawa sighed again as he shrugged your arm away, âThey seem to be pretty good kids. I donât feel the need to gossip about any of them. Their quirk apprehension test was yesterday and they have battle trials with All Might after lunch, so you can see for yourself.â
Your foot began to tap impatiently as Aizawa took a seat on one of the couches, and he wasnât surprised when you dropped down onto the cushions beside him. The pinched look of annoyance donning your features almost seemed cute⊠but he brushed the thought away as quickly as it appeared.
âListen, Aizawa, Iâm just asking about your dayâ, you huffed. âThe world wouldnât end if you were actually polite to me for once instead of always being so sarcastic. I wish that Principal Nezu has given me a homeroom class! I think that wouldâve been so much fun! Itâd be like having a bunch of new children that I could take care of and encourage to follow their dreams!â
Aizawa glanced over to see that you were radiating a faint red energy, although it was invisible to most anyone other than those with a trained eye. â(L/N), you know why you werenât given a homeroom class. Youâre very unstable during the course of the year, and that wouldnât be beneficial to the kids. Even now, youâre radiating your Aries energy.â
With widened eyes, you made a conscious effort to lower your heart rate and focus your outward energy back into your body. Sure enough, Aizawa gave you a curt nod when your projected aura disappeared from his view. Your gaze narrowed slightly as you stared at nothing, lost in your own thoughts.
Aizawa was about to leave you to your musings until he heard you mutter, âI just need a bit more practice, and then Iâll be able to gain more responsibilities at this school. I know I havenât been teaching as long as you have, but Iâm going to make my way up the ranks. I want to help these kids learn their powers and connect with the universe as I do, and even though teaching Astronomy has been a dream come true for me⊠I just need more, you know?â
With his back turned to you, he sighed, âI know, (Y/N). Now, donât you have a class that you need to be teaching in⊠I donât know⊠5 minutes?â
And just like that, you zipped out the door and down the hallway with a quick, âthank you!â thrown over your shoulder. Aizawa would be lying if he said that he didnât watch your retreating form, and wonder to himself for the hundredth time why he pushed you away so harshly. He almost felt bad for calling you unstable, but it was the truth that he couldnât deny.
Your quirk allowed your emotions and mannerisms to reflect the different astrological signs at different times of the year. Since it was the second week of April, you projected a solid Aries vibe. This was when you were at your strongest and when you were most at ease with yourself, since you were born as an Aries. This meant that you embodied the confidence, enthusiasm, passion, and courage of the sign. Unfortunately, it also meant that you were impatient, impulsive, and short-tempered.
Your thoughts ran rampant as you sat at your desk and waited for Class 1B to take their seats. No one knew much you were hiding behind the mood swings and the colorful auras. There was a constant war raging inside of you that was always desperate for release, yet you held tightly to the reigns of your control.Â
Your motherâs voice reverberated in your mind:
My little Aries, you must be patient and accepting of the zodiacs as the year passes. Some you will mesh well with, while others will nearly tear you apart. No matter what happens, you have to stay in control. The zodiac is a powerful thing, and it does not like to be reigned in. If others find out about the immense power that you possess, they will find a way to destroy you. Therefore, it is best to keep it hidden. The strength of the stars lies within your grasp, and you are responsible for the destruction that lies in its path.
Closing your eyes against the words, you began to breathe deeply as the familiar intoxicating power began to bubble up in your chest. Some day soon, you knew that youâd have to go to a secluded spot and allow Aries to go crazy for the one time you would allow it to during that season- the time that you dubbed a ârenewalâ so that Nezu would understand that you werenât skimping on your duties as a teacher. The pressure was building within you, but it hadnât become unbearable just yet.
âMiss (L/N)? Are you feeling alright?â
Your eyes sprung open as you looked over to see a concerned student beside your desk. Your energetic smile reappeared in an instant as you smiled at the girl, âOh, Kendo, Iâm fine! You just caught me in a moment there. Go ahead and take your seat so that I can get class underway!â
The excitement that you showed on your face never quite reached your eyes when you said that, but Kendo didnât seem to notice that your focus was elsewhere. No one would know of Aizawaâs dark gaze that always seemed to stay in your mind after you had left his presence. No one would suspect that you longed to see how the constellations  reflected in those eyes⊠or the emotions that swirled beneath.
The next day, you found yourself glaring daggers at the dozens of reporters that surrounded the front of the building. Aizawa stood next to you and tried to tell them to go away, but they werenât listening. Your annoyance flared beyond a containable degree, and it didnât help that you were due for a renewal soon, either.Â
âListen up, you bunch of nosy idiotsâ, you yelled. âThese kids want to go to school in peace, and your intrusion is unsettling their safe learning environment! Go back to whatever hole you crawled from and leave us alone! These kids donât deserve your unnecessary harassment! You should be ashamed-â
A hand landed on your arm and roughly dragged you through the UA High gate, which slammed shut when the reporters tried to follow you. Your impatience spiked, and you ripped your arm out of the grasp just to whirl around and see a pair of tired eyes that were trained on you. Aizawa crossed his arms and stared you down as if you were a troublesome student.
â(L/N), that was inappropriate behavior. Thereâs no doubt that your quick tongue might make a few headlines. Thatâs not what this schoolâs reputation needs.â
âItâs not like your words were inspiring them to leave! What did you expect me to do, huh? Stand by and do nothing?â
âYes, thatâs exactly what you should have done. It seems that all your quirk can do is make you embody the bad aspects of a zodiac season. Not to mention the fact that you keep turning into some sort of color-changing glow stick.â
Swallowing the hurt that had sprung up in your chest, you allowed your impatience to be fueled by a bit of your barely-suppressed energy. The red haze around you glowed brighter in response, âYou have no idea what Iâm going through. Why are we even arguing over something so dumb right now? First, you called me unstable, although I let that one slide. And now, youâre insulting me? By all means, what else do you think?â
You didnât expect your outburst to rile up any sort of reaction from him, but you suddenly felt all of the energy drain from your body as Aizawaâs hair stood on end. His eyes glowed red as his glare intensified, âWell, I think that itâs a miracle that you were hired as a teacher here. You know, since you donât have any sort of real power to protect the students with. In fact, it seems like youâre only good at annoying everyone around you and preaching about the zodiac signs. In the few years that Iâve known you, Iâve never seen you excel in any sort of combat. So, why did Nezu allow you to teach a science course that isnât going to be of any help to the students later on in life?â
The Aries energy knocked you a step back as it returned to your body. Aizawaâs hair fell back over his shoulders, and he didnât even care for your response as he stalked back into the building. It was probably a good thing, too, since your mind was drawing a complete blank. You wanted to feel angry. You wanted to march right through those doors and show him exactly why the principal had hired you in the first place.
You were the first line of defense against any attacks where property damage wasnât an issue. You were the first to be contacted when a group of villains were spotted. It was the safety of the students that reigned you in from using your power, and it was the fact that very few people knew about it that made you so valuable.
You were UAâs secret weapon.
However, despite all this, it didnât make the pain that you felt over Aizawaâs false claims any softer as you ambled down the hallway towards your classroom, where youâd have to play the part of an excited teacher. Opening up the door, you put on a bright face⊠even though you were crying on the inside.
You avoided Aizawa for the rest of the day. When the alarms went off to signal an intrusion, you were deeply annoyed by the fact that the reporters were still pushing for a story. During the faculty meeting, you stayed silent and kept your gaze away from a certain tired person. When the meeting was over, the were about to file out with everyone else until a chipper voice called out behind you.
â(L/N)! May I speak to you in private for a moment?â
You stopped in your tracks and turned to Principal Nezu as the door swung shut, leaving the two of you alone. He regarded you with a pleasant calmness that was nearly unsettling.Â
âYes, Principal?â
âWith all of these recent events, Iâve noticed some tension between you and Shouta Aizawa. Is there a problem that needs to be brought to my attention?â
You bit your lip and looked away, âNo sir, itâs nothing to worry about.â
âGood. Then you wonât mind if I assign you to the field trip tomorrow.â
Your surprise was blatant, âButâŠbut I have classes to teach and things to do! Theyâre doing rescue training, so thereâs no reason for me to be there! Isnât Thirteen already going, anyways?â
Those beady eyes never seemed to blink, âYes, that is correct. However, I would feel better about having you in a controlled environment. With all of this excitement, I canât have you taking a day off for your renewal. According to my calculations, you are due to have it in the next few days. If it does occur, a wide space that is meant for destruction may be your best bet.â
âBut the students-â
âYou have more control over yourself than you may realize, (L/N). I know that you would never allow yourself to harm a student. Be prepared to board the buses tomorrow morning. That is all.â
You didnât know what to think about this new chain of events, but it wasnât the worst thing that could have happened. You could still avoid Aizawa, even though he constantly haunted your thoughts with his words and his eyes. Besides, it was only rescue training. How bad could it be?
Iâll try to update as soon as possible for Part 2! I hope yâall like it! Your feedback is always appreciated.
I just got bored while working that's literally the only reason this exists now. Anyways hope you guys like it
Warnings: swearing
Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x reader, Izuku Midoriya x reader, Denki Kaminari x reader
Bakugou
- When she would go on about how precious her 'baby' was he wasn't expecting this
- He was expecting a Chihuahua or Pomeranian or some other bratty purse dog
- What he wasn't expecting was about thirty or forty pounds of muscle running up to great them
- "Is that a Pitbull?!" "Isn't he cute? His name is Rex" "Where the fuck did you get a Pitbull?!"
- It took a bit for him to get comfortable being around Rex
- He knew about the reputation that pits have so he was weary
- "I know Pitbulls don't have the best reputation but once you get to now them they're actually really sweet! Actually it's kinda like you when you think about it" "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
- He eventually warmed up to him and by that I mean he practically stole her dog
- "âŠ" "What the hell are you staring at?" "Will I get to cuddle with you or are you just gonna hug my dog all afternoon?" "It's not my fucking fault he fell asleep on me"
Midoriya
- This is so????
- He came over for a study date and when she answered the door she had a rat on her head
- Why????
- She had to know right?
- "Um⊠(Yn)?" "Hmm�" "You have a rat on your head" "Oh, I know you wanna hold her?"
- He wasn't prepared for this
- Boy didn't even know she had a pet let alone a pet rat
- How do you even hold a rat?
- Wait was it wearing a dress? They made dresses for rats?
- "S-sure, what's her name?" "Ok it's kinda dorky but her name is Peach, she has a sister named Daisy you wanna met her to? She doesn't like being carried as much so she's hanging out in the cage"
- He ends up falling in love with them both
- He does a lot of research on how to properly handle and care for rats
- Now whenever he comes over he brings a few rat safe snacks and some new enrichment items for them
- "Sometimes I think you like my rats more than me" "That's not true!" "Izuku you put Peach in your shirt pocket as soon as you saw her and gave Daisy a blueberry because you didn't want her to feel left out" "She likes it! And I don't want her to think I've picked favorites!" "Izuku you have to stop being so cute"
Kaminari
- He fell in love with him immediately ok
- "Ok when you said you had a birdie I was thinking something like one of those tiny guys that sit on your side finger" "Did you just⊠are you fat shaming Grey?" "That's not what I meant! He's awesome!"
- Kaminari loves it when she teaches him more about him
- It could be fun facts about African grey parrots or about Grey himself
- He thinks its really cute how enthusiastic she is when taking about her feathered friend
- "Wait he's how old!" "Twenty! I know that must sound old but as long as I take good care of he could live up to ninety!" "Holy crap!" "I know right?!"
- She made the mistake of letting him know how easy it was to teach Grey new things
- (Yn) now lives her life fearing the enviability of a meme reference made by her bird
- "Babe, Babe check this out! Here comes that-" "Denki I'm going to stop right now, if you taught my bird another meme, dead or not, I'm cutting all your hair off in your sleep" "⊠Never mind"
I grew up on Naruto and I wanted to be like Tsunade and Kushina. Tsunade was someone with flaws you was put in charge of leading a nation and she was thrilled about it, but she did an incredible job. She showed us you can be strong and still help heal people. Kushina was a great because she was picked on for her mouth and her hair color ,but that didn't stop her from pursuing her dreams of being a Shinobi. She always stared down a raging demon for the sake of her new born child.
yoooo
i do love these characters, i do
im sure fiesty me wouldve looked up to them when i was younger, if i watched naruto then
it just frustrates me how most 'main' characters are pretty useless if ygm, like if they were taken out of the story completely, most things would be the same. its a problem ive only noticed as ive gotten a bit older, as much as i dont want to admit itđ€·đ»ââïž
im glad i grew up watching fairytail, and not naruto and now my hero academia.
of course, naruto is cool and my hero academia is one of my favourite animes.
but neither of them have badass female characters like fairy tail does.
i grew up with my idols being characters like Erza Scarlet and Mirajane Strauss instead of seeing useless characters like Sakura and being made to believe that my worth as a female came down to whether boys liked me.
erza is a badass bitch and i aspired to be like her for majority of my childhood and im glad it was that way.
Story Idea - Todoroki Shouto is finally a hero. Saving lives is basically in his job description, and so is fighting criminals. But his job hadnât taught him how to talk to his cute new neighbour, nor how to deal with an alluring vigilante. You were said cute neighbour, and you were said alluring vigilante, and you had to use all of the tricks in the book to not get yourself caught.
I hope you guys enjoy this! Iâve had the idea for a while and Iâm excited to finally share it with you all! uwu
prologue
L/n Y/n prowled the back alleys of Musutafu.Â
It was your first night in the somewhat esteemed area, and you definitely didnât have a good grip on your way around the streets yet. You had been close to accidentally stepping out onto the bustling main routes too many times.Â
Somehow, despite your close-calls, you managed to stay out of the publicâs eye: slinking behind buildings and through backstreets instead. Getting yourself reported to the police was not the dayâs goal, and you were sure anyone who saw you would be immediately suspicious, or worse, news had spread far enough for the people of this region to already know who you were.Â
Rolling your shoulders back, you let a sigh escape your lips. It was a quiet night for crime it seemed, with nothing for you to actually do. It was already midnight, and you had been out for about 3 hours, but you had yet to encounter any villains, nor any petty criminals and to be completely honest, you were beginning to get bored.
When you first moved to where you used to live in Osaka, crime was happening left and right. A night wouldnât go by without you encountering a villain, and by the end of your time there, you were extremely popular. You smirked, remembering your first night fighting crime. You were all over the news the next day.Â
You had grown a lot since then. At first you fought criminals in a shabby hoodie, leggings and with only a scarf to cover your face. Now you had your own costume, your own name, and pretty much your own fan club. You had built your own persona that you put on whenever night came around and it was time for you to kick some scumâs ass. You were now a character, and back in Osaka, you were starting to become more popular than some of the heroes.
But it was a harsh reality: what you did was breaking the law. So you covered your face with your costume, keeping your true identity hidden from any onlookers. Of course, your costume was homemade, but you didnât think it looked half bad. And it did the job it was designed to do, which was to keep your face a secret, and to differentiate yourself from others
However, the costume was flashy, and that meant you had to keep yourself out of the publicâs sight when you werenât actually fighting some good-for-nothing. But that wasnât proving too hard. Luckily for you, Musutafu had a lot of back alleys and little side roads that allowed you to get around unnoticed - so far so good.
Now, you knew crime rates would be lower here due to the fact that this was where the prestigious U.A. high school was, and where a lot of pros resided, but you didnât think that the area would be almost dead. You were so unbelievably bored. Of course, a quiet night was never a bad thing, you didnât want there to be crime after all, but if you were going to spend your nights patrolling the streets instead of cozied up in bed, you sure as hell wanted to be doing something.
Stopping for a couple of minutes, you leaned up against a wall, cracking your neck harshly and then pulling the flower that sat on top of your head down, covering your hair and the top of your head nicely. Forehead puckered, you frowned,
âMaybe I was better off staying in Osaka,â You muttered to yourself, watching a black cat crawl its way out of a nearby garbage bin, food scraps held firmly in between itâs jaws. Osaka had quietened down a lot since your debut. You figured petty criminals had grown afraid of carrying out their crimes, scared of your wrath, and didnât bother. And any big time villains who were nuts enough to commit large scale attacks, were handled by the heroes. Your job in Osaka was done.
But at that moment, a moment where the calmness of your surroundings was almost unsettling, it seemed like the heroes had everything under control in Mutsutafu. Over three whole hours you hadnât seen even the smallest sign of shady activity. No weirdos sneaking into alleys, no muggers concealing knives and certainly no huge villains trying to cause havoc. If any thing, you yourself were the shadiest person out at the moment.
Almost another hour had passed, and you were still surveying. By this time there wasnât a soul out anymore, so you took to walking down the main roads, no body about to spot you in your costume. Most normal people had retired to their homes, ready to go to work the next day; it was a monday night after all.
You stretched your arms above your head, your flowered sleeves rucking up to your elbows, and you couldnât contain the yawn that escaped,
âMight aswell turn in for the night,â you mumbled to yourself, looking at your phone and feeling shocked that it was only 1am, âBetter luck tomorrow I guessâÂ
Turning on your heel, you began to walk towards your new apartment, under the impression that all was well for the night. You sulked along, moody that nothing needed to be solved.
Not allowing you to finish wallowing in self pity, a horrified scream rips through the silence, nearly scaring you out of your skin.
But you didnât have time to be scared; there was someone who needed your help. You bolted as quickly as you could down the vacant road, the womanâs screams getting louder the closer you got. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears; you sprinted down the street, as the screams started turning into comprehensible shouts,
âNo please! Stop!â The woman shrieked and you silently thanked her for the uproar, as you used it as an aid to find her, âSomeone please help me!â
You ran to the source of the ruckus, a little side alley, stopping in your tracks when you saw two figures on the floor. You watched for only a moment as a young, pretty woman had her mouth covered by the hand of a built man, who held a knife in his other hand, pressing it up against her neck as he straddled her thighs.
The scene brought a lump to your throat, making you feel sick to your stomach,
âCome on girlie: quiet now. This will only last a couple of minutes,â The man spat out, slipping his pocket knife into his shoe, beginning to try to take the womanâs clothes off.Â
Your felt your blood boil,
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?â You snarled out, catching the attention of the pair.Â
Hope filled the womanâs eyes at the sight of another soul at this time of night. She thought that she was doomed. But the sight of another living being filled her heart with some sort of relief. She didnât know who you were, or of your intentions, but anything was better than the sinking feeling of being alone, and your reaction led her to believe she had maybe found someone on her side
The man turned to you with a scowl on his dirty face. His plan was disrupted by what seemed to be a bird all dressed up thinking she could be the hero. What he didnât realise was that he was going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble.
A smirk plagued his features, as he was under the impression that you werenât a threat. That you were some sort of push over who would run off as soon as he flashed you the blade,
âWhatâs it look like darlinâ?â He joked, pulling the knife from earlier out of his boot, âNow I suggest you run along, unless you want to join?â he questioned, his lack of seriousness evident in his tone. A chuckle bubbled past his lips, expecting you to cower away in fear.Â
You return the laughter, but you clearly were not amused at the same thing as he was,
âAnd I suggest you get off of that lady before we have a problem,â You replied, your tone not mirroring your earlier laughter. You were deadly serious.
The man was only unsettled for a small second, before letting out more laughter, waving the small pocket knife around and still not taking you seriously,
âAnd what are you gonna do about it huh? Call for the heroes? Look around doll, they ainât cominââ he jeered, a venomous look in his eyes, âNow like I said. Move along before this gets ugly,â
A heavy sigh escaped your lips, and you shrug your shoulders,Â
âWell donât say I didnât warn you, misterâ
He didnât get another chance to laugh. Before he knew it, ivy vines broke out from the walls beside him, taking him by surprise. They wrapped tightly around his wrists, lifting him up onto his feet, off of the woman and pulling his arms out to the side, and despite their weak appearance, he couldnât break them, no matter how hard he tried. More grew from the ground, wrapping around his ankles until he was virtually immobilised. Some wisteria plants grew from the side of a building, gently wrapping around and sliding the woman across the floor, so that she was sitting safely away from him and you.Â
âWhat the fuck did you do you little bitch!â he snapped.You hadnât moved at all, but he still knew it was your doing. If your flowery get up didnât give away the fact that this was your quirk, then the fact that white hyacinths had begun to grow around your feet did, âAre you some sort of new hero?â
You smirked slightly, walking towards him calmly and slowly, prolonging the wait to finally hit him. You lent down, picking up the small knife from the floor where he had dropped it, spinning it around in your delicate hands, with so much ease that it looked like you had handled knives for years. You sighed mockingly, shaking your head with false regret,
âWell I did warn you mister. And by the time that Iâm through with you, youâre going to wish I was some other stuck up hero bound by the law,â You reminded, taking a step closer to him, until you were face to face with him. A giggle passed your lips; you lent even closer to him, until your mouth was practically touching his ear, âUnluckily for you,â you whispered, but he didnât notice your breath fanning his ear, because you had already plunged the small pocket knife into his side, âIâm no hero.â
His screams were loud. You were surprised that the whole neighbourhood wasnât checking to see what was going on. But thatâs just what people were like, you remembered. Self centred and uncaring.
You let the ivy unwrap from his wrists, allowing his body to crumple to the floor, with him holding his side in pain. The vines then pulled his arms away to the side again, giving you access to step on his wrists, with force enough to near enough break them. You then kicked him in the side of the face, and again, and once more, hoping to beat your message into him,
âP-Please! Stop!â He screeched out girlishly, tears streaming down his face. Tilting your head, you laughed,
âI seem to remember you not stopping when the lady over there asked you to. Whatâs stopping me from treating you the same hmm?â you chastised, stomping on his hand once more, grinding the heel of your shoe into his flesh. He just whimpered, having lost the energy to reply. You frowned, âBut because Iâm nice and I think youâve learnt your lesson, Iâll leave you be."Â
The vines unwrapped from his wrists, allowing him to wallow in his pain, sobbing and squealing.Â
Some would call you cruel. But you knew that this was the cruelty that stopped crime and that criminals werenât going to stop without some sort of fear factor. You knew that this was the cruelty that taught morals to those with none and that without this cruelty people would refuse to be taught. This was the cruelty that brought your success in Osaka. The cruelty that saved many.
Walking over to the woman, you crouched down in front of her scared form, the wisteria slowly unwrapping itself from its gentle hold around her waist,
"Are you okay?â You asked her softly. The woman slowly nodded, a cautious looking in her eyes as you offered her a hand, âYouâre not hurt are you?â
âI- um - no, Iâm okay. You got here in good time,â She replied quietly taking your hand, tears beginning to form in her eyes. It wasnât surprising that she would be upset. Offering her a soft smile, you helped to pull her up onto her feet, then let your gloved hand slip out of hers. You turned to walk out of the alley way,
âIâm glad. Letâs get you to a hospital for the night. Youâll be safe there,â You said, jerking your head in the direction of the main street as an indication for her to follow you. Her wary blue eyes glanced down to her assailant, who was now unconscious,
âWhat about him?â She asked you, her softness showing through. Shrugging, you glanced down at his body, which lay crumpled up in the middle of the alley, with poppies growing around it.
âDo you care?â You replied, tilting your head. She didnât answer, but you could still see her looking down at the man in concern. Feeble kindness you presumed. The kind were always preyed on by the selfish it seemed, âHe wonât die, in case thatâs what youâre worried about,â you assured, watching her.Â
She turned to you, a smile on her lips, which shocked you,
âTh-thank you so much!!â She cried out, the tears that had built up in her eyes earlier began to roll down her face. You smiled back at her,Â
âItâs not a problem, Iâm just happy that I could help,"Â
"Whatâs your name? How can I repay you?â she asked, a cheerful expression on her face, which genuinely shocked you, considering she had just watched you stab someone. You guessed that the relief of being saved had overwhelmed the fear she shouldâve held for you.
You opened your mouth to reply, but someone else got there before you did,
âPersephone,â a deep voice echoed down the alley. You looked to the source.
To your surprise, you were met with the hetrochromatic eyes of the number 2 hero, Shouto.Â
Now this was not part of your plan,
âInteresting. Tonight is starting to look much more interesting than I had initially thought.'Â
Feeling your heart rate speeding up dramatically from the excitement, you felt a grin creep onto your face. You hadnât prepared to face off against a hero on your first night, a strong one at that, but it very quickly looked like that was what it was coming down to.Â
Your grin only grew,
âWooow~ Iâm flattered. The Todoroki Shouto knows who I am? Am I that famous?â You teased, taking a step forward, hands clasped behind your back.
The hero didnât make a move to put up any defenses, and it just made you all the more excited. It had been a while since you had faced off against anyone strong.Â
âYouâre 10th on the most wanted list in Japan. You must know thatâ He said calmly, stoic and unfeeling as per usual. Tilting your head to the side, you raised your eyebrows,
âOh? I thought I was just a rumour outside of Osaka,â you pondered aloud, slowly moving closer to the plainly dressed hero.Â
His costume was just so boring. Compared to him you stuck out like a sore thumb in your flowered costume, âAnd what is it that makes me such a dangerous and wanted criminal, hero?â
âVigilantism is illegal. Thatâs common knowledge. Youâre breaking a lot of rules Persephone,â He stated, the floor around his right foot slowly starting to frost over, his breath turning steamy as you got closer to him.
âAh, thatâs a damn shame sweetie.â you said, but the smirk on your face gave away the fact that you didnât give a hoot. Slowly, you walk closer to him, cautious of the fact that he could freeze you immediately, but interested to see what he would do.Â
You pulled the flower on your head down a bit, to ensure that your hair was completely concealed from view, and walked closer to him, so you were only a foot away, âBut donât forget that if it wasnât for me breaking those binding laws, the miss over there may very well would not be sitting there breathing right now,â
His left side ignited in flames suddenly, and you jumped back out of the burn zone, giggling,
âThatâs what us heroes are here for,â
âAnd what if the heroes donât come? As long as it isnât a big time villain causing commotion, then itâs unimportant in their eyes. Not everyone is as righteous as you are, sugarâ
âThatâs not true,â
âI say it is.â
You pretended to check your non existent watch, âOh would you look at the time!â stepping back away from the pro, you shot a cheshire cat grin, âI better be heading off now. Do me a favour and get this woman to hospital please sweet-pea, sheâs had a rough night being assaulted by that scum back there,â
He looked to where you gestured with your thumb for only a second, but it was long enough for him to catch sight of the blood all over the floor around the unconscious man,
âYouâre not going anywhere,â He commented. Smile growing a fraction, you gave him a two fingered salute,Â
âSeeya around, number 2,"Â
You turned to walk away, but a wall of ice blocked your exit. Looking over your shoulder, you saw him glaring into the back of your head,
"Like I said Persephone, youâre not going anywhere. Not having murdered a civilian,â
âHeâs not dead or anything. And he certainly isnât a civilian. Heâs a criminal. But he might not look too hot if you donât get him and this lady to a hospital quite quickly. So I suggest you hurry along and let me go,â you threatened, not fully turning to look at him,
âPersephoneâŠâ The woman from earlier muttered, a look of admiration on her face which just filled you with a desire to escape alive even more so than you felt before,
âIf you hand yourself over, itâll make things a lot easierâ He bribed, but you knew that he knew it wouldnât work. You assumed he was just stalling for time,
âLike I said, seeya around,â you called back over your shoulder.
A huge morning glory shot up from the ground, with you standing in the middle of the huge, blue bell of the flower.
âWait!â He shouted after you, throwing fire your way, but almost majestically, you hopped off of the flower, narrowly avoiding the flames, landing on a nearby roof and flitting away and out of sight.Â
Shouto made a move to follow you, but the groan of the unconscious, and heavily wounded man, stopped him. Conflicted, he wondered whether it would be worth chasing after you and leaving the man to rot, but his good consciousness couldnât allow him to let someone die just to save his pride.
You, on the other hand, ran like your life depended on it. It didnât seem like he was following you, and you let out a sigh of relief as you were hit with the realisation that you just escaped the number 2 hero, alive.Â
You quickly made it back to your apartment, entering as quietly as possible. You werenât wanting to make a bad impression on your new neighbours, having only just moved in.
Stripping yourself of your costume and dropping it to the floor, you flopped back onto your plush mattress, letting the heaviness of sleep overcome you after a long night. You had a day of job searching tomorrow after all, and you didnât want to look like crap for it.
And so you let yourself be engulfed by the warm confides of sleep, wrapping yourself in your comforter and thinking of how interesting night in Mutsutafu had been, and you hadnât even been in the city for 24 hours.
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You woke up with a start the next morning.Â
Surprised by a sleep that was nightmare free, you hopped up off of your mattress, telling yourself that today would be a day you get things done, feeling unusually energised
Your top priority was finding a job; you needed money to pay the rent and for food of course. Sadly your night job didnât bring any money in at all, so, like a normal civillian, you had to find a bog standard minimum wage job.Â
Yes, you had a little bit of money saved up, to cover yourself for a month or two, but you definitely needed to find yourself some permanent work if you wanted to keep your apartment.
It didnât help that you posed as quirkless, so you couldnât even use your quirk to find yourself a better paying job.
Brushing through your h/c hair, you put it up and out of the way, just readying yourself to go out and buy some breakfast from the nearest coffee shop you could find, seeing as you hadnât got around to buying any food yet.
You slipped your door key and phone into your pocket, along with some change, and you quickly left, wanting to get back as soon as possible in order to start looking at jobs. Locking your door behind you, you walked down the corridor, pressing the button to call the elevator up to the 5th floor where your apartment was.
Paying no mind to the sound of another apartment door opening and shutting, you watched the light up numbers above the elevator, notifying you as to where your ride was,
But a voice that you recognised somewhat knocked you out of your daydream:
âYou must be the new neighbourâ the voice spoke. Initially you didnât think anything of the familiarity of the voice, turning towards the man who had spoken to you - your new neighbour,Â
âYes!â You replied happily. A smile graced your features, wanting to give your new neighbour the best impression of you. But all happiness quickly stopped when you locked gazes with an unmistakable pair of hetrochromatic eyes; memories from the previous night flooded your mind. His red and white hair was the same. His stupid, goodlooking face was the same, and damn you knew his voice sounded familiar, âI amâŠâ you finished, trailing off slightly.
You put the vibrant smile back on, not wanting to arouse any suspicion from the pro. He looked at you intently.
One thought filled your head, as his intense stare bore into you:
âWell fuckâ
next chapter â>
Well there it is! The prologue to my new fic! I might change it to just be chapter 1, seeing as itâs quite long and starts off the main story, but idk yet
would any of yâall be interested in reading some slow burn todoroki x reader shit??Â
iâm talking 30 chapters of unaware shouto and a devilish reader who wonât admit their feelings for each other?
reaaaall slowburn
idk hmu if you would wanna see it i guess
ALSO i know like 15 people have asked for a part 2 for that bakugo fic i posted like 3 months ago iâll get around to it i promise iâm just being a hoe for shouto atm
Just another Bakufam comic I forgot about for a million years before finally finishing it today⊠I wanted to show Masaru teaching Katsuki to be vocal about his issues with others instead of complaining behind their back!
Iâm so in love with your writing!! Do you think you could do something with Bakugou, Todoroki, and Midoriya with a reader whoâs insecure about their acne? Itâs always a pleasure to read something when itâs written by you! đđ
Thanks so much, youâre so sweet! Iâm sorry this took me so long to get out.Â
Bakugou
When you wake up in the morning to a breakout, itâs pretty much an indication for how awful you think your day is going to be. Frantically trying to cover yourself up with foundation to try and hide your insecurity.
âWhat is that on your face?â Oh shit, he noticed the acne that littered your skin. Bakugouâs words cutting straight through you as you tried to blink back the tears.
âI-â You didnât know how to continue, âI had a breakout last night,â You lowered your gaze to the ground, trying to hide your face from your boyfriend.
Thanks to Bakugouâs quirk he is blessed with the clearest skin, which only adds to your insecurity.
âNot that, stupid. Why are you wearing so much crap on your face?â âMake-up?â You were so confused.
âWhatever you want to call it, how many times do I have to say it. You donât need that shit.â
If you tried to explain to Bakugou how insecure you were over your acne, heâd brush you off instantly. Youâre beautiful to him regardless, and he thinks youâre pretty stupid if you think a little thing like that would bother him or find you any less attractive.
Todoroki
Some days were better than others with your acne, and today was definitly a bad day. You were so late to class because you had to spend the extra time putting make-up on to try and hide your insecurity.
Once classes break up for lunch, Todoroki is there to reassure you instantly, he can see how your mood is affected when you have a pretty bad breakout and he wants you to know that it doesnât change how beautiful he thinks you are.
Notices you trying to cover it up or hide it from him and he just holds your chin and leans down to place a reassuring kiss on your lips. âDonât try and hide from me, Y/N. You look beautiful.â
Tries to coax you to take your make-up off. He wonât force you to do so but heâs worried about you. He knows that itâll only end up blocking your pores and making it worse. Todoroki will be there to comfort you and back you up if anyone was to say something bad about your acne.
Todoroki will look up online ways to treat acne, or things that you can do to prevent it. Trying to help you to feel more confident and to try and help you.
Heâll buy you top of the range skincare products to try and help you, he researches and reads reviews for ages trying to find the right products to buy you and ends up buying like three different ones just in case.
Midoriya
When Midoriya saw you that morning and tried to hug you, he was concerned when you pulled away. Had he done something wrong?
You tell him shyly about your acne and how insecure youâre feeling about it and heâs instantly confused. Something like that has upset you that much? You still look beautiful? Itâs just spots. Honestly boy doesnât understand.
Midoriya is really worried about you at first, thinking that something had stressed you out or upset you enough to cause a breakout of acne on your skin. He wants to know youâre okay and nothing is bothering you.
Midoriya is honestly the sweetest boy. Heâll google ways to help treat acne and heâs there ready and prepared to help you. Expect him to sit down beside you with a face mask, kind of like a spa day together in the dorms.
Actually starts to be a routine, heâll do a face scrub or mask with you every morning and night.
Plenty of reassuring cuddles and words. He wants you to know how beautiful he thinks you are, regardless of your acne. He thinks youâre the prettiest person heâs ever seen and heâs so lucky to have you.
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