daria

lil blog for my mha brainworms ☀️

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i fell in love like you would fall asleep — slowly, and then all at once ⋆˙⟡

daria ꨄ︎ she/her. eighteen. taurus. angel wings haver. trying to survive senior year. bookworm. red riot's number one fan. interacts from @angelissed

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like any girl who's heading to uni this september... ive been thinking about meeting freshly pro hero katsuki while in uni. i imagine this as after like one or two years of being graduated from ua and slowly gaining ground as a hero katsuki decides to go abroad for some international heroics programme partially because he genuinely believes its a good programme that'll help him in his career but also partially because his life has slowly become more and more stagnant and he desperately needed to get out of that funk yk... so anyway he somehow ends up getting adopted by a group of people his age who go to uni in the area and eventually through various mutual connections meets you, and for the first time he understands what one of his weird cousins meant when he said that uni is an experience he'll be sad he missed out on.

you're visiting some of your friends who have forced their way into becoming his friends, and at first he dismisses you, assuming you to be overly friendly and slightly irritating like the rest of them, but he's immediately proven wrong when you don't insist on getting to know him and just act like he's been a part of your friend group forever. as the night goes on, katsuki can't help but be captivated by you - you're kind but witty, and you know how to make everybody in the room laugh without even trying (surprisingly, including katsuki). as people start getting into separate mini-conversations, katsuki scrambles for a way to try and talk to you. he usually isn't like this, but you've breathed life into him in a way that he hasn't felt for months, and he can't let go of that when it was half the reason he took the flight over in the first place

luckily, one of your friends notices this - the one who brought katsuki into this social circle, and for the first time katsuki finds himself grateful that this person can't mind their own business to save their life. they tell him which uni you go to and what you study, but right as katsuki's about to pry for more details, he's being shoved in your direction. up close, he can see the details of your skin and the hues in your eyes and its just all so distracting, but he somehow manages to spit out something along the lines of, "your friend over there told me you study [subject]?" and its in that moment that you immediately hit it off.

what was meant to be small talk turns into a full blown conversation about various random topics (this ranges from the differences between heroics in japan and in your country, and whether or not you could be indoctrinated into scientology), and the next thing he knows he's absolutely head over heels in love with you and is thinking of any random excuse to be in your city all the time

(he's pretty sure you mentioned the grocery store near your campus is quite nice - would it make sense for him to be grocery shopping in a completely different city? maybe you'd believe him if he told you the one he usually goes to shut down and he thought he'd try yours, even though there are many others that are much closer to where he lives...)

that night, katsuki returns home and finally lets a big, dopey grin break out on his face as he stares down at his phone screen - your number saved in his phone as "y/n :)", courtesy of yourself. just as he's about to get ready for bed, his phone pings with a message notification

heyy, it's y/n! it was really nice meeting u today :) im gonna be here for a little while longer so i was wondering if u wanted to hang out sometime? u seem rly cool haha. anyway, hope u have a good night!

thank god for your overly friendly, slightly irritating friends

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an hope u guys missed me soz ive been dead for so long but thanks for all the love regardless 🪽 this is 100% getting a part 2 btw its been my never ending thought for ages... the people yearn for young adulthood with bakugo

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Hey so we miss you😔😔🤍🤍

OMG HIIII 💖💖💖 im sooo sorry this sat in my inbox for so long ☹️ year 13 has been super duper busy for me so I’ve been trying to stay off tumblr so I don’t get sucked into writing fanfic cause TRUST the amount of history content I need to get thru by next month is horrific 😫 i have been checking my notifs on here every once in a while and so I’ve been seeing all the luv you guys still give my fics so thank u so so much for that 🥹 anyways fun fact this time 2 years ago i was writing fanfic on here for another fandom under a different user that is no longer w us while preparing for my gcse exams and i was thinking about that recently which is why i decided to take a proper look at this blog again cause it’s crazy how time flies 😭😭😭 might adopt that method tho cause it had me locked IN for real 🤗🤗 i hope u all have been doing well:)

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Hi my loveys finally finished all of my exams !!! 🧘🏼‍♀️ thank u so much for all ur patience w me hehe 🤗 blog revamp and new content will hopefully be coming soon 😚 take care x

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Hi guys I promise I haven’t forgotten about this blog 😣 my last exam is this Wednesday so I will be back soon trust 🙂‍↕️ thank u for all the love while I’ve been gone!!!! 💖💖

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Hiii, just letting u guys know that starting tmr I have mock exams for two weeks 🥹 so I will be a lot less active on here… I’ll try n maybe post a few shorter things here n there but I need to lock in so bad 😣 thank u for all the love, see u on the other side xx 💖

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DUTY OF CARE

Knight!Kirishima/Princess!Reader

synopsis: your loyal knight did not return to his post after the afternoon’s tournament concluded, so you take it upon yourself to see to it that he was properly taken care of. 

word count: 2.8k

warnings: secret lovers trope, alternate universe - no quirks, wound care, really idk much about period standard wound care and I am building this universe with 1x1 lego bricks so like…grain of salt

read on ao3 | divider by @/cafekitsune

The scene from the tournament haunted you. Your loyal knight was triumphant, appearing to be unscathed as his steed trotted around the arena to bask in the applause from the audience members from your country. The visitors jeered, having seen their hero be dismounted by your knight, but still paid their respects. Before your seat your knight stops, lifting the visor of his helmet to give you one of the roses he’d caught in return for the favor you’d given him at the start of the tournament.

But his eyes held a pain in them that you couldn’t shake. You saw one of the earlier strikes, noticed that it looked to pierce his armor but hoped it was simply your eyes betraying you. 

His squire had told you that he’d sent a message your way, reassurance that he was unharmed and would be by your side in the morning as intended. But you kept replaying the hit in your head and knew that there was something wrong. 

After tournaments he always came to you, wanting to tell you about his various opponents and how much fun he had in combat. There was always a lesson that he learned or something he thought of that you should know where combat was concerned, and he felt the sooner he told you it would be better to ensure that he didn’t misremember any of the experience. 

But even if he had nothing to share, your knight would never avoid you after a tournament.

Unless he was injured.

He would remove himself from your presence if he was injured. The last time you saw him injured you had cried, and he didn’t like seeing you upset. Unfortunately he’s now made you significantly more upset by hiding away when you’d been learning basic medicine skills. This time you wouldn’t have cried because you could actually be useful to him. 

It wasn’t the place of a princess to be outside her bedchambers at night, let alone sneaking through the castle with the intent of leaving the safety of the castle walls. His home wasn’t far from the castle grounds, still within what was called the “noble district” but that district was also crawling with potential thieves and other criminals looking for the opportunity to profit off of the richer – just as dangerous there as it was in the slums, according to the palace guard. So you stick to the shadows, a dark cloak covering your head and shoulders to hide your identity from the citizens you passed until you’re at the door you sought.

Three knocks and you’re face-to-face with the squire who you’d seen hours before, the shock on his face amusing but understandable given the circumstances. 

“Princess?” His hushed whisper is met with your nod, and you assert your royal presence by carefully pushing by the young man to enter your knight’s home. 

“My parents would be quite upset if they heard I was outside the castle this late. You’ll keep this a secret, I’m sure.”

“O-of course, Princess.” He’s nodding eagerly, taking your cloak when you hand it to him and leaving you to walk through the smaller house in search of your knight. Ideally he'd be resting, but your eyes go wide when you see red splattered across the floors. A trail of blood, used bandages and rags leads you to his bedroom, where you see your usually proud knight slumped over against the wall while trying to keep pressure on the wound he’d sustained. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he forces out, looking out the window to see the darkness outside before looking back to you as you adjust the skirt of your dress so you can kneel beside him better. “You’ll ruin your-”

“This dress is ages old, specifically meant for getting ruined running around a forest with you.” The reminder makes him smile, but he’s reluctant to move his hands from his torso to show you the wound. “Allow me to take care of you, my dear knight.” 

“It’s shameful to allow you to see me this way.”

“I’m sure we’ve been in much more shameful positions.” 

“Not in front of my squire,” he whispers, and you bite your bottom lip as you pull from the stack of clean rags. While his squire had sworn loyalty to him in return for his training, and by extension the boy had sworn loyalty to the crown, he was still a boy and gossip surrounding the royal family was always of interest to the denizens of your kingdom. Especially where you were concerned, as many attempts to arrange a marriage had fallen flat with neighboring kingdoms and various lords who had sworn fealty to your parents. Everyone wanted to know why the Princess was yet to be wed, and you could not at this time have it be revealed that your personal guard had stolen your heart. 

“Youung squire, could you fetch another bucket of hot water?” you call out, your eyes staying firm on your knight’s as your hands pull his bloodied ones from his wound when the squire gives an affirmative response. “You should’ve come to me.”

“Nobody should see me like this, least of all you. Besides, the squire has to come to terms with the reality of knighthood.”

“It seems you still haven’t come to terms with the reality of service to your Princess.”

“Protecting you from this sight is a service to my Princess. You haven’t come to terms with the reality that is being truly protected.”

“If it means being unable to care for you in your time of need, then that is not the protection I want.” 

The room falls quiet with your somber confession, your bloodied hands maintaining your focus despite the wound you were supposed to be inspecting. You could not be protected from every little thing in the world, and your preparations for your ascension to the throne involved being aware of the harsher realities outside of the castle. Criminals, assassins, spies, war — all of it needed to be understood by you so you could lead adequately. The realities of combat, whether friendly or unfriendly, did not escape your scope. Nor did you wish for them to, for you could not be an adequate ruler if you ran from the very basic facts of life.

“Besides,” you speak up again, looking up from your hands to your knight’s tired gaze. “I saw the strike and how you behaved afterwards. I knew you were in pain.”

“And were so worried you snuck out of the castle to come see me.”

“And I’d do it again without hesitation.”

“What is the plan for your return to the castle?”

“You’ll escort me in the morning.”

You had it all figured out, and you knew he’d do his best to be mostly recovered by the morning so he could return to his duties as your personal guard. You’d keep your activities light, probably confined to either your bedchamber or the library (more likely the library, considering your parents would not be happy about your late night adventure and would send you to study a military tactics book as your punishment). It would probably be for the best that the healer your father kept on retainer look after his injury to ensure it didn’t grow infected. Staying with him for the night would be significantly safer than trying to return to the castle on your own, or with a squire or injured knight as your guide. 

“Your parents will have my head,” he warns, but you only shake your head in denial of the claim. 

“And you, knowing you couldn’t properly defend me on the way home, kept me in your home to keep me safe.” 

He starts to argue, only to pause when the sound of his squire approaching becomes clear. For the young man to see his master arguing with the Princess, of all people, would be the opposite of the chivalrous values Sir Eijirou was trying to instill in his squire. 

“Here is the hot water, Princess.”

“Thank you. Now please run to the tavern and have a meal, and bring one back for Sir Eijirou. He’ll need it to keep his strength up.” 

You know that while extra hands sometimes were helpful, especially where needing to help your knight to his feet and into his bed would be involved later, but at this point it’s best that you sit privately with your knight for a short while. There was a tension in the room between you both, your own concern over his injury did not mix well with his concern over your presence in his house late in the night, and that tension was best worked out in private – not with the lingering eyes and ears of a squire. 

So you dip into the small purse you carried and fished out a few coins without really looking, holding them out to the squire as your knight watches on with interest. There were probably rules about taking gifts from the nobles and royals, but none of that mattered to you in this moment because you were the Princess and the highest ranking authority figure in this house currently. The squire looks at your palm, eyes wide as he looks between your palm and your face (that was quickly losing the gentle mask you wore while out in public), before they dart to his master’s tired expression. This continues for a few moments before you push your hand closer to him, prompting him to take the damn coin and be gone, but he doesn’t move until Sir Eijirou gives him a nod and request for bread and meat – any kind – then he’s accepting the coins from your hands and running off with his thanks. 

“Why was my authority as a Princess questioned?”

“Not your authority,” the knight assures, bringing his bloodstained hand to rest on your hip. “You gave him enough coin to feed the whole tavern, anyone would be uncertain to accept that much, let alone from the Princess.”

“It wasn’t that much,” you mumble, dipping the rag into the hot water– only wincing a little at the temperature– before bringing it to his skin to clear away the blood that had dried. “How much do you pay him, anyways?”

“He’s paid in room, board, and personal training from the Princess’ personal guard. My recommendation alone will ensure he’s on retainer for the rest of his career, after it starts.” You only hum, continuing to gently scrub at his skins with your movements growing gentler as you move closer to the wound in his torso. “I also give him a modest allowance.”

You nod, dipping the rag back into the bucket and watching as the water tints a pink color with the addition of his blood. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen blood, and it definitely wasn’t the first time you’d seen his blood. A lifelong friendship had you watching him through all of his training, and he’d amassed a significant number of injuries over that time. It wasn’t surprising that he could get hurt, tournaments were just as dangerous as any other activity a knight could find themselves in. 

A couple years ago a knight had died during your birthday tournament, which was horrifying but allowed Sir Eijirou to win his place as your personal guard. This injury was different from the bruises or superficial cuts you’d seen on him over the years – he’d been stabbed through his armor. You’d never seen a puncture wound like this, so to see one on your beloved knight that was causing him so much pain…you didn’t like this. He was pale, forcing a smile for your comfort despite the pain he was in, and he was injured providing your entertainment this afternoon. That might’ve been the worst part of it all – he’d done it for you and that was why he was injured. 

“I’m sorry,” is all you can bring yourself to whisper, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth in an effort to stop yourself from crying. 

“Why are you sorry?”

You can’t answer, your bottom lip trembles between your teeth as your wet fingers try to unroll the bandages left out. If you could bandage it tightly, he should be okay. If you could do it correctly, to help him until he could see your family’s personal healer, it could be okay.

His hands pull the bandages from yours, setting them in his lap before he carefully tilts your chin up so you’d meet his gaze.

“Why are you crying?”

“You’re hurt after participating in my tournament. F-for me, I can’t—“

“I was being foolish when it happened.” You want to be mad at his interruption, but his thumb strokes your cheek so delicately you can’t find the words to ruin this soft moment. You could ruin many other moments at a later date, this moment needed both you and your beloved knight to protect it with everything you had. ”Had I been mature, Bakugou’s strike would not have landed. So please, your highness, don’t cry for this clumsy knight.”

“It would be foolish of me to ask you to grow up,” you whisper, forcing a smile for your dear knight and feeling lighter when he returns the gesture. “Let me finish your bandages. Tomorrow morning I’ll take you to Father’s healer to ensure you recover quickly.”

“I apologize for causing you to worry,” he murmurs, his thumb running across your lips to silence you before you could interject. “It’s improper for a knight to cause such worry to the people he’s vowed to protect. If you’ll continue to have me as your protector, I will not make the same mistake again.”

”And what was your mistake, Sir Eijirou?”

”Acting foolishly on a battlefield to impress the Princess. Those are the mistakes of squires and the newly knighted, a knight wearing the crest of the Princess should never act that way.”

”You mean the crest of the King?”

”I did not misspeak.”

You have nothing to say to that, for further encouraging his disrespect to your father would only land you both in a lot of trouble if it became a habit. But you do tilt your head to kiss his dirty palm, making a note to properly scrub the rest of his body once you finish bandaging his wound. 

“The bandages, dear knight.” It’s not a request, and he knows that— you know that he knows— yet his hand still grips the roll tightly and refuses to acquiesce to your orders. “Your risk of infection increases with every second that wound is left uncovered in your hardheadedness.”

“Will you forgive me for my negligence, Princess?”

You’d forgiven him the moment you’d seen him in such a pathetic state, and still carried the guilt of HI’s injury regardless of what he’d said. His own negligence was a factor, and that would not be denied, but he was doing it for you. He wanted your smile, to confirm that your attention was his and his alone, you were the motivation for his negligence and the reason he was in the tournament therefore you were at fault. You could go back and forth with him regarding the semantics of who should be carrying the guilt until you both were blue in the face, and you know he’s equally equipped to battle you verbally as he is to disarm an opponent on horseback, so you chose to swallow your arguments and let him continue to carry his burden and belief that he also carried yours. 

“You’re forgiven, my dear knight.”

“Thank you, my love. Now stop wasting your tears, I’ve heard they’re magical.” His goal is to make you happy again, to lighten the heavy weight he’d placed on your heart with his actions today, and you know this too well. But he’s handing the bandages back to you, so you reward his cooperation by playing along. 

“Did you now?” 

“They say the Princess’ tears can help the blind see again.” 

“You’d make a fortune at the markets with your close proximity to her.” Your hands work diligently as you speak, tightly wrapping the bandaging around his torso to hopefully put a stop to any further bleeding. 

“I would never wish to see my Princess cry, or capitalize on her feelings that would cause her tears.” He leans forward, a grunt of pain leaving him as he does, successfully closing the distance between you. His nose brushes against your own, his skin pale due to the loss of blood but a smile on his face nonetheless as he continues, “I’m the richest man in the land carrying your love for me.”

“I think that should hold through the night,” you whisper, a smile on your face as he mumbles his thanks to you. You know your natural next step should be to help him to his feet and get him into his bed, but there was a comfort in being so close to him after expending so much worry on him. Especially when he rests his head against your shoulder, providing the moment of calm that you needed after an evening full of worry for your dear knight. “You’ll be more comfortable in your bed.”

“I’m most comfortable with you.”

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Me if I was in a love triangle w bakugo and kirishima

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thinking about gossiping with katsuki… he always has this holier than thou attitude when it comes to gossiping even when it’s just relaying information and not actual shit talking except he is nosy as hell and loves to eavesdrop… (s1 pro eavesdropper katsuki i’ll never forget you) it’s always the same routine with you and him: you’ll start telling him some story you heard from one of your friends from another course, he’ll pretend to be disinterested but will still be half listening because he’d rather die than make you feel like you’re not being listened to, by the end of it he’s weighing in and making theories and everything… next day he shows up to your dorm with new intel and you’re like where did you get all this information from?? cause you know your boyfriend well enough to know he hangs around the same four people every day and he’ll go “heh… i’ve got my sources” the sources being him just happening to be at the right place at the right time… he especially loves when you talk about other couples and even more when it’s a shitty guy specifically cause then he gets to go “hm. i would NEVER do something that heinous…” and flex about the fact that you two are the best couple in the whole school… he is so silly

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an this is all you guys are getting out of me today cause my mind is blank so sorry... pls send ideas to write 🙏🏼

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In my head this is how bakugo feels when he has a crush

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my fanfic villain origin story was back when i was 11 reading on wattpad and people would put their x oc stories in the x reader tag like who is u 😐

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Manifestmaxxing by working on manifesting my irl katsuki from now so I can have him by the time I start uni in September

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What should I write next 😮😮 I keep soft launching ideas on here but never actually doing them and I have a lot of randoms in my drafts 😭

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Whenever I think about katsuki I :,(

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wifey ୨୧ husband!bakugo x wife!fem!reader

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it had started out as a joke.

katsuki was at the gym with kirishima, since the latter had just moved into the city and missed "having bro time at the gym together, like we did at ua!" katsuki had scoffed when he heard this over the phone, but you encouraged him to go despite his insistence to sleep in with you. no matter how tough he pretended to be, you knew how much he loved his friends, especially kirishima.

they were warming up on neighbouring treadmills: kirishima rambling about some hero themed cafe he'd stumbled upon when exploring the city with mina, katsuki thinking about how cute your face must look right now, all soft and sleepy (it was the reason he'd wanted to stay in so badly, after all). that's when kirishima had asked the question.

"so, what about you? how's the wifey?" at his friend's mention of you, katsuki snapped out of his train of thoughts, smirking. despite having been married to you for just over half a year now, he didn't think he'd ever get tired of hearing you being referred to as his wife.

the nickname hit him second, "what?" he asked, now thrown off.

"your wife, katsuki, y/n. how is she?" kirishima clarified, "mina was wondering if we could do some double date kind of thing, but knowing her, she's probably set it up by now."

your husband's brow furrowed as he went uncharacteristically quiet, replying, "i know who my wife is, shitty hair, and she's doing good. she had some weird stomach bug a couple days ago, so she's been takin' it slow, resting, all that." he stopped himself before he went into more detail - he hated how chatty the mention of you made him, it made him feel like a hypocrite for pestering deku about his constant muttering.

the nickname stayed on his mind for the rest of his time at the gym, and on his way home, and as he entered your shared apartment.

"hey, kats, missed you," you said, still stuck between dreams and reality as you made your way over to the front door and burying your face in his chest, humming contentedly as katsuki's strong arms wrapped around you

it slipped out of his lips before he could stop it, "missed you too, wifey."

you giggled before pulling your body away from his to face him, and katsuki felt the tips of his ears burn as you asked, "what'd you just call me?"

he tried turning away so you wouldn't be able to see the look of embarrassment on his face, but there really was no hiding from you - you were the first to notice how the tips of his ears would turn red whenever he'd get shy or embarrassed. you were the first to notice anything beyond surface level about him. the first who bothered to dig deeper.

"'s nothing. stupid shitty hair called you that when we were at the gym 'n it couldn't leave my head."

"hey, its alright," you said, voice gentle as you cradled his face, your thumb rubbing circles into his jawline, "it just caught me off-guard, didn't think i'd ever hear something that silly come out of you."

after that day, it had turned into an inside joke between you. he'd call you wifey while tickling you to wake you up in the morning, or while competing against you in mario kart, or while throwing a handful of flour at you in the kitchen.

one time, he'd called you that after coming home from late-night patrol to find you crying into his pillow after a rough day. it was when you'd calmed down a little, no longer full-on sobbing, but still opting to play with his fingers as leftover tears occasionally streaked down your face. he'd said it then as a way to lighten the mood, to get you to crack a smile or maybe even laugh in that way only you did, the way that had him laughing right with you.

but you'd looked at him then with a look of pure, sticky sweet love, your eyes filling to the brim with tears all over again as you wrapped your arms around him and cried about how much you loved your sweet husband so much.

after that night, wifey was no longer a funny little nickname

an this one is written for all my fellow crybabies and SPECIFICALLY my crybabies who cry when people are so very nice to them <3 if only kirishima knew what he'd started...

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Hi babies something new shall hopefully come today 🤗🙏🏼 torn between another husband katsuki instalment or something new (for katsuki also I fear)

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Was thinking about husband katsuki last night… this might become my new niche