Bevvy (Requests Open)

A place for me to practice writing! // 20 // She/Her/Hers // Ace // Mostly reader inserts but probably other stuff too! All work is SFW

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Hello! My name is Bevvy but you can Bev, B, etc.! I’m mainly an artist but I also enjoy writing from time to time. This side blog is going to be where I write mostly “Character x Reader” fics because they make me happy and I used to write them a lot when when I was younger.

Some important info about my writing:

It will always be SFW! If I have requests open please keep that in mind!

I probably won’t do any “headcanons” but I might in the future. I can’t really keep things brief so it will almost always turn into a mini-shot.

I’m going to write for whatever fandom makes me happiest at the moment, and it might skip around a lot. But I hope you’ll find something you enjoy here!

If I improperly tag something (i.e. trigger warnings) please, please, please let me know! I will fix it and keep it in mind for the future.

Important tags/links!

@bevvydraws (main acct. and art acct.)

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Masterpost (this is empty for now but when I write enough to make one I’ll link it here)

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Scars to Show You've Lived - ( Deku x Reader )

Description: Y/n is insecure about the scars on their body that have come from training, as well as just life in general. Izuku offers them some comfort.

Type: Comfort

Notes: Gender-neutral reader, no specified quirk, could be read as platonic or romantic.

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The path to becoming a hero was long, exhausting, and physically arduous. There would be times where one couldn't help but collapse into their bed at the end of the day and wonder if the end of training was ever in sight. And it wasn't unusual to earn an injury or two in the process, especially if you were apart of Class 1-A.

Y/n never considered themselves to be vain. Sure, they wanted to look at least somewhat presentable to the general public, but appearance was never high on their priority list. But when looking in the mirror while getting dressed for class and seeing the scars littering their body, part of them cringed. Getting a few scars was unavoidable, they knew, given the line of work they had chosen. But they were still a student, not even a hero yet, and had already accumulated more scars than most of the students in their class.

They frowned and buttoned their grey uniform top, thankful that sleeves and the rest of their uniform hid their scars.

In class, the majority of 1-A noticed that Y/n’s energy was a little off. While they weren't as outgoing as Mina, Y/n wasn't as quiet as Shoto or Tokoyami, either. But today, they hardly spoke at all.

No one was sure how to approach the situation, and if asked if they were okay, Y/n would respond with a small, "It's just one of those days." They weren't going to lie and say they were fine, since that would only serve to confuse their classmates, but Y/n wasn't sure how to go about telling them about their insecurities.

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Izuku watched Y/n from the corner of his eye. It was obvious that something was bothering them, but he couldn't tell exactly what it was. It didn't look like they had been crying, which he considered a positive, but everything else about them just screamed that they would rather be anywhere else.

Their shoulders were slumped and their arms were drawn closer into themselves. Y/n's posture was an obvious attempt to appear smaller.

It was incredibly hard to focus on the lesson when all Izuku wanted to do was comfort Y/n. When lunch time rolled around, Izuku quickly followed behind them, gently reaching out to grab their wrist.

Y/n tensed and whipped their head to see who had grabbed them.

"Oh," Y/n said softly, their shoulders relaxing and expression softening once they recognized him, "Is something the matter, Izuku?"

“That’s what I wanted to ask you,” Izuku said tentatively, “I heard you telling the others that it’s just ‘one of those days’... but I was wondering if there’s something specific bothering you?”

“I...” Y/n turned slightly to face Izuku, their eyes focused on where his hand was wrapped gently around their wrist still, “It’s hard to explain.”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable explaining,” Izuku said, “I just want you to know that even if you think I won’t understand, I’ll do my best.”

Y/n bit their lip, their eyes now focusing on the scars on Izuku’s hands. If anyone were to understand their dilemma, it would be him. But then Y/n risked making Izuku feel insecure, too.

Izuku waited patiently for Y/n to respond and was almost going to back off of the topic and just try to cheer them up instead when they spoke up, “...I guess I just feel a little insecure about my scars.” Y/n met Izuku’s eyes, their lip pulled slightly between their teeth in nervousness. It looked like they had more to say, so Izuku waited.

“I know it sounds silly,” they said softly, “heroes are bound to get hurt. Scarring is bound to happen. But... it makes me feel weak. And sometimes looks are important for a hero, too, so...” Y/n couldn’t finish the sentence, their gaze quickly flicking back down.

Izuku waited a few moments before speaking up, “You know, I have a lot of scars too, Y/n.”

“But yours are from saving people! Mine are—“

“Not all of them are,” Izuku interrupted, “Most of them are from mistakes I made when I was learning to use my quirk. Being reckless, eager, and stupid.”

“But—“

“Y/n,” Izuku said, stepping closer and wrapping them in a hug, “your scars are a sign of you learning, and living, and experiencing things. I know that won’t magically make your insecurities go away, but I need you to know that having scars doesn’t make you less of a hero.”

Y/n gripped the back of Izuku’s uniform, their eyes watering as he rubbed their head. They couldn’t find the words to respond, and hoped that Izuku could tell how grateful they were for him and his support.

He could.

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A Moment of Insecurity - (Fatgum x Reader)

Description: Even Fatgum, the hero known for boosting the self esteem of almost anyone around him, struggles with his self worth from time to time.

Type: Reverse comfort

Notes: Gender-neutral reader

Reblogs are appreciated!

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It had been a long day for the BMI hero Fatgum. There had been an increase in petty crimes recently, and while each individual instance wasn’t all that difficult, it was starting to add up and wear him out. A long night stretched into a long week, which stretched into a long month. Days on end without proper sleep, and even less time to spend on himself.

The exhaustion was starting to get to him. He found it harder to be patient with those working with him at his agency, and while he knew well enough to keep his calm, people were starting to notice he wasn’t his usual self. This only served to make him feel worse. He was a pro hero for crying out loud. He knew what he was signing up for when he decided to pursue this career.

Y/n, Taishiro’s long term partner and closest confidant, watched his slow decline with concern. They knew that saying, “Everything is going to be okay,” wouldn’t solve his problems, even if he would appreciate the gesture. Knowing him, it would only make him bury the feelings down deeper so as not to worry them. Y/n was at a loss for what to do.

But when Taishiro came through the door that evening, his posture slumped and hero costume haphazardly thrown onto their couch, Y/n knew something had to be done.

“Another long day?” they asked gently, eyes searching his face and noting the ever-evident exhaustion.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Taishiro answered honestly, he refused to look Y/n in the eyes, knowing that their concerned expression might cause the last of his facade to crumble, “But I’m sure tomorrow will be better.”

“Hm,” Y/n hummed, not really agreeing but also not disagreeing, “Why don’t you sit down on the couch for a while, hon. Dinner is almost finished and I think it would be nice to watch a movie while we eat.” They moved to grab his large hero costume, folding it so it was easier to carry so they could put it aside to be washed.

Taishiro moved to stop them,“You don’t have to do that, sweets, I’ll take care of—“

“Taishiro you have been working all day, I can handle this,” Y/n said gently, yet forcefully. They silently pointed to the couch and Taishiro sat obediently. Y/n smiled, “Now pick a movie while I finish this up, love.”

It wasn’t long before the two were cuddled up together watching a movie while enjoying their dinner. As time passed, some of the tension had left Taishiro’s body. The presence of his partner at his side brought him great comfort. Y/n had long since finished eating and had curled up happily into his plush side, their eyes only somewhat paying attention to the screen.

Taishiro let out a small sigh of content, and Y/n looked up at him. Seeing that he was doing a little better, they turned down the volume on the television and looked at him, “Want to talk about what’s been getting you so down, Tai? It seems to be a little bit more than just working long nights.”

Taishiro wasn’t able to look away from the earnestness and concern displayed so prominently on Y/n’s face, and he let out another little sigh—this one being of resignation. His giant hand cupped their face gently, his thumb rubbing their cheek absentmindedly. “I just...feel like I should be doing more, ‘s all. That I shouldn’t be as tired as I am...” he started slowly. Y/n continued to look at him, giving him their undivided attention. “I’m a pro and yet I’m struggling so much. I feel so guilty for being so worn out when there are people who depend on me.”

Taishiro could feel himself beginning to tear up, and he tried to clench his jaw to stop it. Y/n noticed and reached up to cup his cheek with their hand.

“Tai, it’s okay to cry,” they whispered, “It’s okay, I promise.”

The dam burst, and large tears streamed silently down Taishro’s face. He sniffled and made quiet sobbing noises while Y/n wiped his face gently. Seeing Taishiro—Fatgum, the loud and bubbly hero—sobbing so softly and seeming so fragile despite his large stature, was heartbreaking. But he needed to understand that it was okay to not always be strong.

“Taishiro,” Y/n whispered softly, using their most soothing voice, “it’s okay to take time for yourself. I know you want to protect everyone, but how can you do that if you aren’t taking care of yourself? Your life is just as valuable as the lives of those you save.”

Taishiro looked at Y/n, his golden eyes watery, “I just—hic!—want to feel like I deserve to be called a hero.” His voice was wobbly and he hiccuped slightly.

Y/n smiled, and kissed his nose gently, “You know that if Red or Suneater were struggling with this, that you’d tell them that anyone who puts their life on the line to save others is worthy of being called a hero.”

Taishiro lifted Y/n up so they were now able to cuddle close to his chest, his large arms encircling them. “....Thank you,” he whispered softly. The tears had slowly stopped, and the uneasiness of his breathing began settling down.

Y/n smiled, “It’s the least I could do for my favorite hero.”

Taishiro blushed, but chuckled softly. He continued to hold Y/n close, enjoying their comforting presence and making a note to take some time off soon. Feeling a bit lighter than he did before (which usually only happened when he had taken a lot of damage, ironically) it wasn’t long before he fell asleep, knowing that no matter what happened that Y/n would be there to support him.