Some random sketches by Horikoshi Kohei!
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Some random sketches by Horikoshi Kohei!
These are by far the best thing I have seen today!
Ooooooo could you do the dialogue prompt thingy with Aizawa!?! I can imagine #46 being something he'd say with his bright little girlfriend!!! Make it cute and silly with just a smidge of grumpiness.
Be still my beating heart, I love this!!
46. “You make me nauseous.” “It’s called love. You’ll get over it.”
It is common knowledge that the pro hero Aizawa was not a typically loving man. He expelled students on their first day, graded with an iron fist and despised any semblance of joy in his sleepy life. It always seemed that way until…
“Hey snookums!”
Her, the bright little pocket sized love of his life. If he was a thunderstorm she was the rainbow that shone in front of it. You could not have one without the other.
The kids in the class had the shock of their lives the first day they found. Aizawa has left his lunch at home and being the considerate girlfriend that she was, Y/N made the journey to the school to drop it off (with an additional drawing of mini chibi her blowing kisses and wishing a lovely day).
Running into All Might in the halls, he directed her down onto school grounds where they were doing all rounder tests again to observe improvements. Bounding towards the tired man, arms crossed as he recorded results, Y/N slid in behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She felt the momentary tense of his muscles before he relaxed, unwrapping his own arms to grab her hands and bring her into a side hug. She looked up into his eyes and grinned as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before returning to watching his students.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing here?” he questioned, moving his hand down to her back and rubbing small circles into her spine.
Y/N held the bag up, a sparkle in her eye. “Lunch, you goose!” She placed the bad into his extended open hand and pulled on his scarf so he could lean down and place another kiss somewhere on her face. There was a gasp and then hurried whispering from a variety of voices that slower began to creep closer, causing Aizawa to sigh and bury his face in her hair.
“Shit...” was his response and she let out a giggle.
“It was going to happen eventually.”
“Over my cold dead body.”
“Teacher! Who is she!” was one kid before another started.
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“Is she your wife?”
“Yeah, babe! Am I your wife?” Y/N asked, a devious look playing in her eyes as she stepped away from Aizawa but their hands remained intertwined.
“She is not my wife, nor is she my girlfriend,” he paused and she gave him a sharp look. He let loose a small smirk. “She’s my partner. We are not children.” Y/N giggled and pulled on his hands so that she could wrap her arms back around his mid-drift. “Well, I’m not at least.” Hundreds of questions began flying at him again and she had to bury her face into his chest to hide her laughing. With a sharp look, he silenced all the talking and sent them away with a few scathing words.
Even though the students had left them alone, the whispers and shocked looks continued to be thrown their way. He groaned and started to pay attention to his students again, his thumb rubbing over the bag in his hand.
“Those children will never leave me alone again,” he mumbled.
She snorted and turned to rest the side of her face to his chest to watch the kids. “If they attack us again, I know I’ll be safe though.” He hummed before she continued. “I just feel so safe with your arms around me.” He groaned and she giggled again as she buried her head into his chest.
“You make me nauseous.”
“It’s called love. You’ll get over it.” She removed herself from his arms and pulled him down to place a sweet kiss on his lips to remove his grimace. “I have to go, I’ll see you at home snookums, love you to the moon and back.”
He smiled, full teeth, sun shining from behind a cloud, earth-shattering smile that took her breath away. “I love you so much it’s ridiculous.”
can i get the "excuse me i have to go make a scene" where reader is tokoyamis boo and she sees mineta harassing the other girls and tokoyami just reflects on how much he loves her esp when shes getting on mineta
Okay, so I love this ask so much but also GUESS WHO GOT INTO UNIVERSITY. ME Y’ALL. I’m gonna GET that education. WOOOOO!
12. “Excuse me, I have to go make a scene.”
Y/N could put up with most things that happened at school. Bakugo exploding her desk in a blind rage at Deku? Cool, nothing of extreme value was lost. Uraraka sending her floating out the window and releasing her to crash two stories onto the ground? Hey, accidents happen! Mina melting Y/N’s hero outfit to the point were it couldn’t be salvaged? She needed a new one and at least Tokoyami was there to protect her dignity. But the tiny, pathetic excuse of a hero in training known as Mineta was the one thing she could not stand. As a level headed human, she had given him plenty of chances to redeem himself but each time Y/N has to be held back from kicking his ass into space.
It was a beautiful day and lunch was held outside for a change of scenery. Y/N was sitting between Tokoyami’s legs as he leaned against a cherry blossom playing with stray stands of hair. She lazily looked out across the yard, watching a group of girls from her class laze about a lunch table. Noticing her staring, Tsu gave a wave and Y/N grinned and waved back. Occasional conversation between Tokoyami and his girl was relaxed and comedic and he couldn’t help but count his blessings. It ended suddenly when he felt her go rigid and her grip on his legs tighten.
“Babe, you’ll have to excuse me, I have to go make a scene,” and she launched herself up and marched over to the table. Tokoyami eyes furrowed until he saw Mineta inching underneath the seats to look up skirts. He hid his grin behind a hand as she leaned down and dragged the purple haired boy out by his colllar and then threw him across the yard before marching back over to him and giving him an earful.
‘God, she’s beautiful,’ was the common, reoccurring thought he had whenever she went into a blind rage at Mineta. Her usual calm demeanor melting away into pure blooded righteousness to all female kind. He often told her she was a revelry in the light, an embodiment of jolliness when not taxed by Mineta’s existence. Snapped out his reflection, he felt her lie back down in between his legs and sigh heavily.
“What a little pervert,” she mumbled, taking one of his hands and threading it with her own. With a small smile, he rested his beak against her head and decided to take her other hand as well.
“Indeed.”
“I’m going to kick his ass properly one day.”
“I fully support you.”
She looked up into his eyes and smiled. “Thanks for having my back babe.”
“Anytime.” Yeah, she was who he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, a vibrant light that burned just for him.
Dialogue Prompt number 16 and 67 (lmao at 67) character Shinso and a cute, shy girl reader who likes him. However she sees a mean popular girl hanging with Shinso lately which breaks her heart. So she goes up to him when he’s alone and with determination tells him how he’s gonna be such a cool hero and doesn’t deserve a villain like woman in his life. She says she is in love with him, Kisses him on his nose, then screams at what she has done,and then pushes him and runs away. 😂 He follows her.
This is too sweet! I’m also sorry for how long this took! The cyclones didn’t mess up my life too much, there was just a lot of rain. Any way, I hope you like it! Any issues please contact me
16. “You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”
67. “She is the embodiment of snorting chlorine and then drowning yourself in a pool.”
Y/N was convinced that the new girl who arrived at school a few months ago was the devil incarnate. She had gained popularity quickly and had away of making herself superior to everyone else through clever wording and snide comments masked as compliments. It annoyed her to no end that no one else seemed to notice it. Y/N also didn’t want to start anything and have everyone come after you. The thought of having all the attention on her sends somewhat of a shiver through her spine.
The thing that absolutely sets Y/N’s teeth on edge is the fact that she leached onto Shinso like the blood sucking parasite she was. He didn’t seem to know what to do with the attention he was receiving and resorted to awkwardly rubbing the back of his head and looking away whenever she payed him a compliment or pushed herself up against him, latching onto his arm. From a safe distance, Y/N would pout and grumble, blushing when Iida would tilt his head to the side and question if she was alright. Looking down, she would nod and then scurry off to the library to escape the sickening sight and embarrassing situation.
It was one of the days were she had run to the library, tears of frustration actually threatening to fall. With a small chuckle , she rubbed furiously annoyed at the childish action of crying tears over a boy she wasn’t in a relationship with. It was stupid and she just wanted to protect him from that bitch.
Collapsing into a table at the back of the room, Y/N pulled out her books to get some work done for Present Mic’s class, with English being her worst subject by far. She absorbed herself into the work, her eyes drying and the redness subsiding. She was so focused she didn’t notice the mop of purple hair moving closer to her.
“You know, considering the amount of time you spend in here working on English, your grades should be better,” was the offhanded comment accompanied by the scraping of a chair as he took a seat. Releasing a muffled scream, her body relaxed and she looked him in the eye, smiling meekly.
“Ha ha, very funny Shinso, at least I’m not failing maths,” she returned, turning her eyes back down to the pages in front of her, the intensity of his eyes causing a burn to dust her cheeks. He hummed in reply, a sly grin on his face. More often than not, he would tease just to get a precious little reaction out of her.
“Maybe I should get Tayla to help me?” he mused, watching intently for her reaction. He knew Y/N hated her. He thought it was cute, and slightly terrifying, how she would glower before turning away whenever the new girl was around. Y/N froze and mumbled something quietly underneath her breath as the grip on her pencil tightened. “What was that?”
She took a steadying breath and she looked him in the eye with a deadly determination. “I said, she is the embodiment of snorting chlorine and then drowning yourself in a pool.” His grin split and he released a hearty chuckle as her headed thudded down onto the desk and she hid her face from him under her arms. Y/N shuddered as he continued to laugh and decided that, seeing as though she had already dug herself a hole, it may as well be six feet deep. “She is a villain, you realise that right? Tayla is just gonna drag you down and stop you from being the cool hero that I know you are gonna be. Hell, you’re already a hero in my book. Just… please don;t let her change you.” When silence followed, Y/N cringed at the thought the he had left out of annoyance at her rambling but jumped when a hand touched her head.
“You know, you gotta stop doing that.” Peeking out from in between her arms she slotted her eyes and took in his gentle smile as he removed her hand to lean on the table to look her in the eyes. Her heart rate increased as he moved in closer to her face.
“I.. uhh, what?”
“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.” Y/N swore that her heart skipped a beat and she let out a quiet gasp before diving back into her arms to avoid his intense gaze. With a gentle chuckle he gave her a gentle pat and leaned back in the chair. He became startled as her chair was pushed back and she moved around to him, grabbing his face and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away and resting her forehead against his.
“I am so in love with you its ridiculous.” And with that, she sprinted out of the library, abandoning her books to hide and hopefully never be found. With a tired grin, Shinso packed away her things and set off to find the girl. He needed to return her kiss.
Okay so hc for Aizawa, All Might, And Present Mic (or as I call them Pro-trio) reacting to their s/o asking them to find a job that is safer because their s/o feels like people they know and/or care about seem to die. Like when s/o was growing up a few of their friends died at different points and a lot of their family (not parents tho) have died through their life. Also that they see people had died a lot on the news and social media. This happens to me a lot tbh. - Trash-Anon
THERE HAS BEEN TWO CYCLONES WHICH HAS COOKED MY INTERNET AND FLOODED MY STREETS I AM SORRY FOR NO UPDATSES. Hello there trash anon! Love the name and I hope you hang around.
Aizawa
You know that he is a safe and aware of what he is doing when he’s saving the lives of people.
But you always lay awake while he’s out and wonder who is going to save him.
Whenever he comes home, I’m talking as soon as you hear his footsteps outside the door, you are there to pull him into a hug and just hold him to make sure that he is there and he is alive.
If there’s a huge attack on the city and all the heroes are called to help, you will flick through the news channels on the TV rapidly, looking for updates constantly.
You’re heart would stop every time he appeared on screen and you would cling to to the nearest pillow.
Anguished cries would escape your throat as he’s thrown to the ground and all you can think of is the time he almost died fighting Shingaraki.
You are on the verge of vomiting as he stays on the ground and the camera pans away as various heroes return fire so that he can be safely evacuated.
You want to cry and scream because you can’t do anything. You don’t know what condition he’s in, what hospital he’s at or if he’s dead in a ditch. All you can do is wait.
Eventually, you get a call from the hospital and you’ve literally never ran faster in your life.
You think you must look like a mess. The nurses lead you through the halls, giving you small side glances as you wrung your coat on the verge of tearing it.
You pretty much slam into the room and rush to his side, trying to touch him while not hurting him. It’s painful. He’s breathing is too slow, too shallow and for once he seems too small.
You stay by his side, the tears all dried up but the burning sensation still remaining. It would be horrible, staring at his still form, mind simultaneously blank but running rampant.
So spaced out, in fact, that you don’t notice he’s woken up and staring at you, alternating between your face and the hand that grips his.
He sees the empty look in your eyes and his heart cracks. Gently, he squeezes your hand with the most strength he could muster.
Your head would snap up with a shaky breath and the tears would start to come again. He looked so tired and hollow but he still gave you a smile that reached his eyes.
You layered your head to the side of the bed and he stroked your hair while you poured your soul out. He felt tears himself.
Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you tell him. You love him, you can’t live without him and you can’t keep doing this.
You can’t look him in the eyes but he stares intently at your face. You never talked about your life so much. The friends and family you’ve lost over the years, the constant feeling of dread when you question when he’s next to go.
As you finish, you realise he is no condition to talk about this right now and profusely apologise for it.
With a meek smile, he tells you he loves you, he’s sorry and that he wants to keep talking about this once he gets better. He tells you that he’s been thinking about it a lot as well and that he wants a future with you. *cough* maybe kids *cough*
The situation may not fix itself straight away but given time, the two of you would work things out. For now, you focus on his recovery and giving him all your love.
All Might
You love him more than words can express and have been with him for the better half of his life.
He’s your number one hero but he serves the public first before you. You don’t mind because at the end of the day he comes home to you, holds you in his arms and shows you his true self.
It started when he almost died and got the large flowering scar on the abdomen that serves as a constant reminder.
His health deteriorated quickly and you were scared. Each fight brought him a little closer to the all consuming sickness his body was desperately trying to hold off and a little closer to a time without him in your life.
Occassionally, you would make small, innocent suggestions for him to stay home a little longer, let another perfectly capable hero deal with it.
He would laugh and say no, he has a duty to protect the people, especially you, from the dangers of the world.
Meekly you would give a small nod and a kiss to his cheek and off her went.
Flash forward to his training of Deku and you want to cry. On one hand he’s happy, he has a young man with gusto and passion to carry on his power while also providing him with a son of sorts. On the other... he was dying more rapidly, the flame dying as Deku grew stronger. You could only watch on and increase the amount of times you insisted he stayed back and let another hero handle it.
The stares came to ends when Bakugo was kidnapped, Yagi blaming himself for the circumstance even though he could not do anything to stop it. It killed you but you kept a smile on your face with soothing words. You were his rock, you couldn’t crumble when he needed you the most.
You were shopping when the push to save Bakugo began, gathering groceries to make Yagi dinner that night. You would drop the bags as he appeared on screen, all feeling leaving your body as he hopelessly pushed his body beyond its capacity to stop All for One.
Everyone was staring as he succumbed and you felt the tears stream down your face as his true form was revealed.
With the end of the fight he was still standing but you could see the strain, making sure the villain was locked away before being led to the ambulance.
Getting the hospital name off the ambulance, you sprinted away from the streets, tears running uselessly from frustration and pure fear. You couldn’t lose him, you couldn’t lose another person you loved.
He’s awake when you arrive, looking incredibly small for such a tall man. Every part of his body is wrapped in bandage and cotton gauze.
Pausing at the door you just stare at him as he looks down, a distant look in his eyes. Slowly, you walk in behind him and place a hand gently on his shoulder. He flinched at the contact and turns to you, tearing his gaze from the floor.
Instantly, you move around the bed to sit beside him and bury yourself in his chest, careful of the injuries and cry. You cry so much you soak the bandages. He just holds you to him, relishing the sobering feeling of your heart beating erratically against his chest.
He already knows what he has to do, he made the decision as soon as the fight finished.
You wouldn’t have to say anything, he would quietly whisper into your hair that he’s done being the people’s hero. He only wants to be your hero now for the rest of his life
(I SWEAR if he dies next season I’m breaking some necks)
Present Mic
He always aims to be safe, never put himself in extreme life threatening danger unless another persons life is imminently in danger.
Always aware of his surroundings and can easily keep enemies at a distance so he can help provide cover while injured people are evacuated.
Seriously, he’s the safest out of all three. But if Aizawa is in danger, he is going in headfirst to protect the shit out of his friend. He has a similar situation to you, he’s lost too many and can’t handle anymore. He doesn’t realise rationally that he’s doing the same thing to you.
You don’t be as harsh on him about finding another job because he’s safer about it. But still when ever he fights and gets close to death, you fully freak out. He tries to joke about it but you tell him he’s a moron (your moron) and that he needs to pull his head in.
His recovery is always quick, the wounds never serious enough to hold him back until one day he gets the daylights knocked out of him. I’m talking every bone broken, internal bleeding, punctured lung, organ failure... and you crack.
You don’t see the fight, instead Aizawa arrives at your door and gently pulls you into his arms, whispering the situation at hand and you cling to him as the description gets worse.
He will take you to the hospital and lead you to the room where you see the love of your life laying on the stark bed sheets. He looks broken beyond and you don’t even notice as Aizawa leaves the room.
You would sit gently on the edge of the bed and stare down at him, fussing over his blankets and pillows while he rests. There are no tears yet, only dread.
You should have tried harder to get him to stop his full time hero work. You should have gotten him to focus on you and your future together. You should have-
The fingers that weakly grab yours shocks you to your core. He shouldn’t be moving. He needs to stay still and recover.
He gives you a smile, one that’s not up to his usual standard (he’s missing teeth) as if to say that he’s fine and that your worrying for nothing. But when you don’t smile back he knows it’s serious.
With an audible breath you would look at your hands, intertwined, and start a conversation that needed to be done a long time ago.
You would bring up the idea of family, both of you losing people too often and his health. It’s emotional and there are a few tears but nothing extensive.
The conversation ententes with small nods and then you lay down beside him careful to not touch him and tell him how much you love him.
Hi! For the prompt list, I was going to request prompt no. 21 with Iida (Maybe something with a cute theme) Thank you! 💙😌
I love my boy Iida!!! Also, I lost the first half of this and had to rewrite it 😥 pray for me fam. I am so upset cause I was really happy with it :,) ANYWAY LETS GOOOO
21. “Oh my God. You’re in love!”
Iida had never been so disturbed by a look. Usually, he understood that eye contact was the key part of conversations with other people to show that you were attentive. Yet he had to look away.
It started with UA having an extra seat in the notorious class of 1-A (Mineta died, don’t ask) and so the exchange program began. Schools across the world were contacted and offered the opportunity. Numerous interviews were held and students were put through gruelling trials to determine their worthiness. And now, here you were, introducing yourself in Japanese that had the strong accent of your home country mingling in. With basic facts exchanged, and a blush staining your cheeks cause everyone was staring, Aizawa pointed to your seat. Your every movement was tracked and you grinned nervously at a few people introducing themselves, mainly Midoriya and Yaoyorozu. Situating yourself, you took a cursory glance around the class to survey the students. He should have been looking forward, paying attention to Aizawa, but when your eyes settled on him, he forgot how to breath. You gave him a warm grin and simple nod of the head and his head whipped to the front of the class, a hand covering his face to stop the red shining through.
Of course, as class rep, Iida had to show you around the grounds and answer any questions you had. Thankfully, he Midoriya and Uraraka to help him with conversation as he couldn’t seem to look you in the eyes. As the days went on, you were intergrated into the friendship group pretty quickly although you did befriend everyone possible. Even Bakugo seemed to tolerate your presence.
One day, a week before exams, he went to the library to get in some peaceful study hours. Upon entering, he noticed you hunched over a table, hands ruffling your already screwed up hair, panic stricken look plastered across your face as you were buried underneath a mountain of textbooks, highlighters and worksheets.
Instantly he jumped into action, matching up to your table and placing his own books down, causing you to jump at the sudden noise.
“L/N, do you need help?” Disturbed by the upfrontness of his question, you scrambled to gather your bearings.
“O-Only if y-you want to?” She replied, hastily trying to clear books away to make room for him. “Honestly it’s just the Japanese test I’m freaking out about!” Iida frowned and placed himself next to her, scanning the pages of neat letters she had copied out, for in complex sentences.
“It seems fine to me,” he replied curtly, flipping open his own books. “But explain to me what’s troubling you.” He watched as you physically deflated and looked pleadingly into his eyes at which he managed to hold for a few measingly seconds before pulling your book closer to actually help you. It was also to ignore the beating of his heart that he put down to how hot it was in the library.
Encounters like this continued for weeks, each time Iida would work up the courage to look in your eyes for a little longer. The feeling of his heart threatening to burst out of his chest did not leave though. It all made sense one day when you and him, as well as Midoriya and Uraraka, we’re walking back to the dorms and you gasped before excusing yourself to grab something you left back in the classroom.
“Sooo,” Uraraka started, turning expectantly towards Iida. “When are you gonna ask them out.” Iida instantly paused, his entire face going slack.
“E-Excuse me?” He questioned turning to look at her.
“Yeah, you look at them like they’re the best thing sliced bread but get all embarrassed when they look at you,” Midoriya added, scratching the back of his head as they watched your retreating form head back to the school.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I am merely checking that they are ok and I haven’t been feeling well so I don’t want to breath directly on them when they talk to me,” Iida replied looking straight forward, missing the smile his two friends shared.
“Oh my God. You’re in love!” Uraraka squealed grabbing his arm and shaking him side to side.
“Excuse me?”
“You like them! You want to kiss them! You want to date themmm!” She sang, dancing around him, while Midoriya gave him a week smile and a shrug.
“You are being ridiculous! I do not love them! It is a prepos-“
“Hey guys, what’d I miss?” You asked, bouncing back down the road in time to see Iida jump a foot in the air and look in your eyes. The grin you had on your face caused his heart to beat wildly and his palms to sweat. Quietly he turned to his friends.
“Ok, maybe a little?” He whispered as you spotted yourself in beside him and hugged his arm before releasing him and running ahead. “Ok, maybe a lot?”
No really an ask but wanted to say you are such a wonderful writer and hope you have a nice day! 😊
Ohhhhhhh my Godddd!!! OHHHHHH MY GOOOOODDDDDDD!!!! Thank you so much! I made the most inhumane screeching noise when I saw this! This is still a new blog and I’ve never written for any fandoms before so thank you for the encouragement! I hope I can continue to produce works that you like <3
Too much energy drink fries Denki’s brain too
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Hawks x Hero!Reader
Someone needs to learn where people’s eyes are.
Words: 804
Warnings: Light swearing
This is it, you think, seeing red as you charge through the doors of the office. Today is that day I finally murder him.
Your morning had started well enough. You’d woken up on time, (relatively) well-rested. There hadn’t been a line at the coffee shop, which meant that it was supposed to be a good day–a lucky day, free of worry and anything even resembling stress.
With hours to kill before you had to be at the agency, you’d settled yourself at a table, content to lounge about and sip your latte. Sitting there, it had been easy to forget about everything, lulled into a naive sense of calm by the smooth jazz resonating through the air.
The stares–particularly those that you got from the two old ladies sitting in the corner–had been enough to shake you from your trance. You were used to people watching you, but usually, they snapped a picture or two when they thought you weren’t looking and went about their business. These ladies had been different. They’d alternated between peering up at you with beady little eyes and gazing down at whatever stack of papers it was they’d had strewn across their table, shaking their heads the entire time. Now, you were no mind reader, but you’d seen that look enough to know what it meant. They were judging you. For what reason, you hadn’t had the slightest idea. It wasn’t until they left and you’d marched over their table and seen the newspaper lying there, that you’d finally understood.
Plastered across the front page was a picture of you and Hawks on your most recent patrol. In it, you were chatting with a group of civilians, wearing a toothy grin that stretched out beneath the shadow of your visor. The winged hero stood to the back, smiling, but very clearly apart from the conversation.
He’d been too busy ogling your ass to contribute.
It’s funny, on a typical day, it took you ten minutes to get to the agency. Today, you made it in less than five. Who knew that pure, unbridled rage could be a cure for tardiness?
“Where is he?” You hiss through gritted teeth. The young woman at the front desk flinches at your harsh tone. She knows better than to get involved in one of your spats with Hawks.
“His office.”
You ball your hand into a fist, sending his secretary a look says look for a new job, because your boss is going to be dead in a few minutes. Then you barrel down the hallway.
When you kick open the door, Hawks shoots up from his chair, and you can just tell he knows he’s screwed up. Holding up the newspaper in plain view, you take steady, ominous steps towards his desk.
“Any last words, birdbrain?”
He holds up his arms in a show of surrender. “Okay dove, I understand that you’re angry–”
“Oh, I was angry the first time this happened.” You growl, hurling down the paper in favor of clutching the edges of Hawks’s desk, poised to chase him should he bolt. “Now, I’m out for blood.”
“Right, right, I get it.” He takes a tiny step to the side, like he really thinks you won’t notice him trying to mount a speedy escape. “But do you really want to hurt your loving husband?”
You mimic Hawks’s shift in position. “He’s a little too loving for my tastes.” His eyes dart around the room, desperately searching for something, anything that might offer him a chance at surviving the situation with all of his limbs intact.
“Your partner in crime?” He continues, his gaze falling on the stack of documents strewn across the top of his desk.
“I’ll find another.”
He presses his palms against the desktop and his wings twitch. You’re convinced he’s going to try to vault it. “The father of your two, wonderful children?”
“Photo albums exist for a reason.” You assume a wide stance. “They’ll remember you as a hero, and not as the shameless sleaze that you actually were.” If he was going to jump, you were going to tackle him before he made it out the door.
You never expected him to shove the upwards of a hundred papers your way. It was just the distraction he needed to retreat towards the window. Before you even have a moment to react, he’s got it open and is flinging himself out into the open air. You get there in time to catch a glimpse of crimson before he disappears behind a skyscraper.
As you storm out of the office, stringing together every curse word you know into a single sentence, the rest of the agency takes bets as to how long it’ll be before you and your husband are making headlines again.
This is fantastic! Hawks character hasn’t been put in the anime yet but this makes me feel like I know him and I love it <3
Hiya! Could you do “I have a plan” 2) “ I have to... iron... my cat” prompt. character Dabi x Reader. Genre: Rom Com Scenario: A fem robber whom Dabi “accidentally” always runs into, whom flirts with her to try to get her into the league but she refuses every time. Dabi one day decides to ask her out for dinner, catching her off guard. She is a robber but a horrible liar and proves so. She tells him no because she has to “iron my cat.” Dabi cracks up at this lame attempt of rejection.
Of course I can you lovely anon! I love the visual of this. All I can see is Dabi constantly being like “Welp alright then” and appearing at stranger times every time. GOD this gives me LIFE. I hope you like it and if there are any issues, please hit me up! This is under the readmore because it’s 2900 I GOT CARRIED AWAY SORRY.
Prompts
13. “Yeah, I have a plan.” “Is it a good one?” “I have a plan.”
15. “I have to go... iron... my cat?”
He first saw her from afar. If Dabi didn’t know himself any better he would have called it love at first sight.
It was nearing midnight but the streets still hustled with activity with Christmas celebrations running into early mornings. The thick crowds of intoxicated people created the perfect breeding grounds for criminals, whether it be basic pick pocketing or straight up robbery. Casually leaning against the wall of the apartment building, hood pulled down low, Dabi watched the girl with bemused interest.
She had walked past the jewelry shop window, glancing briefly inside before coming to a grinding halt, a particular diamond necklace catching her interest. With a particularly long draw of his cigarette, he watched as she gently placed her hand on the glass and gaze longingly at the expensive piece before noticing the determined look in her eyes.
He grinned as she cautiously glanced around, desperately trying not to draw attention to herself before she slowly began to move through the glass into the shop. Dabi quirked an eyebrow. “Neat trick.” She brushed herself off and moved further into the shop to the case that held the necklace, placing her hand against the glass once again. However, as soon as she touched it, red lights lit up the shop and blaring alarms startled the people in the street.
Dabi’s grin widened as he watched her panic as the front doors barricaded themselves and she gasped before sprinting full speed out of the shop windows empty handed, across the road and into the alley of the apartment building he was standing by. The people on the street made no move to catch, instead opting to watch in a drunken haze before moving on.
It was a minute and three seconds later when a few heroes arrived, interrogating a few of the bystanders and checking the shop to see what items were stolen.
“Psst!” A voice harshly whispered nearby. “Guy with the hoodie, how many heroes are there?”
Lazily, Dabi turned his head sideways to look at the wall where the sound was coming from. He gave a small grin when he noticed the chin, lips and nose sticking out from the wall. “Come out and check for yourself.”
The lips pouted and his grin grew a little, increasing as the rest of her body followed her face. She had thrown on a black hoodie that was sizes too large for her, swamping her frame and hiding her face. “I don’t want to get caught though,” she mumbled quietly, crossing her arms over her chest, hoping not to be heard.
“You won’t, you didn’t steal anything so you aren’t a priority,” he mumbled back, reclining against the wall after crushing his smoke under the toe of his boot. Her head whipped up to look at him momentarily, terrified that he would expose her. He turned and cocked his head to the side as if to say “You really think I would do that?” She frowned and nodded solemnly before dropping her head back down. Silence overtook as the two watched the police arrive and formal investigations begin. “You know,” Dabi began, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, “that’s a pretty interesting quirk you got there.”
He watched her brighten up and turn to him. “Thanks! I’m still working on it but it lets me go through certain materials if I concentrate hard enough. Although, it failed just now cause I have to touch the material to feel its chemical makeup so I can adjust my body’s molecular makeup so that I slip through-”
“You talk a lot,” he broke in, staring down at her intensely. She paused, open mouthed, and slowly began to blush a deep red that she hid behind her hands. “Huh, cute.”
“S-Sorry,” she mumbled, her hoodie slipping over her face as she pulled the strings to disappear inside.
“Nah, don’t be, it’s cute,” He casually stated, pulling his pack of smokes from his pocket, taking one out and lighting it. She seemed to make herself into an even smaller ball at the compliment. “You know, that quirk would be useful in the League of Villains.”
She snorted, an action that broke her out of her embarrassed trance. “What, are you like their recruiter or something?” she giggled, turning to look up at him. He glanced down at her idly and shifted so she could see his face. Her jaw dropped and she released a quiet “oh”. He readjusted his hood and looked forward again. Dabi remained silent while waiting for her to make her decision, ignoring the fact she was still staring at him. A car door slammed and she jumped in surprise, nervously fidgeting with the sleeves of her coat. “L-Look I appreciate the offer but I’m not into the whole m-murder and world domination thing. Sorry,” she added on at the end, the fidgeting increasing as he turned to look at her again.
“Sure I can’t change your mind, babe?” he asked grinning lazily down at her. Her entire face flushed red again and she shook her vehemently. “Ah, well, too bad. Maybe next time…?” He trailed off looking at her expectantly int he most disinterested way possible.
“Oh! Um, Y/N. My name is Y/N.”
“Until next time Y/N. See you around love.” And with that he pushed himself off the wall and dissipated into the night, missing the way she shone a beautiful red in the streetlights.
***
Dabi was a NUISANCE. Y/N had her back against a tree in the local park as the police AND fire sirens disturbed the peaceful night as the top level of the bank building burned ferociously with blue and red flames alike. Dabi had a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he watched her take heaving breaths, calming her heart rate after running for her life from the dumpster fire of the robbery she had been trying to pull. The daggers she was shooting his way could cut to the bone.
“What… do… you… think… you… are… doing?” she growled at him between breaths.
“I have no idea what you mean,” he casually replied, leaning into the shadows as yet another police car flew past. She gave him an exasperated look.
“Well I certainly didn’t make the building burst into blue flames!” She was a flustered mess, hair sticking out at odd angles and clothes slightly singed. He grinned, looking away as his hand came out of his pocket to scratch the back of his head.
“Weird, isn’t it?” He moved from the shadow of his own tree and strolled over to her, resting an arm above her, the rough bark biting into his skin. The movement boxed her in and so, to fuel the pink of her face, he leaned in close. “Ya know, this probably would stop happening if you just-”
“Do not even go there!” She whisper yelled as a couple came strolling past, heading towards the fire to get a better look but pausing to view the two. She pulled Dabi in closer to hide him from the people and gave them a strained smile from around his arm. “He can’t keep his hands to himself, even out in public!” Y/N complained, a little over the top if you ask him, to the couple with a slight chuckle which they returned before continuing on their way. She released a breath, closed her eyes and let her head thud against the tree, giving Dabi yet more room to lean in closer.
“Good save there princess,” his breath tickled her neck and she squeaked, bringing her hands up to her face to hide her embarrassment. “We would make quite the couple, wouldn’t we?” She groaned and removed one of her hands to push his face away. Dabi caught it before running his thumb over the back of it, placing a gentle kiss on the skin. Pleased when she broke into goosebumps, he completely moved himself from the tree and released her.
“Think about it babe, the League would be a lot more… interesting with you,” he replied comfortably as if he hadn’t just been giving Y/N a heart attack. He fixed his jacket and turned, leaving with a little wave. “Lookin’ forward to our next meeting love.”
Y/N was caught between fainting and seething. That was the sixth time that bastard had crashed her robbery and she was getting sick of seeing his self-righteous face coincidentally every time she sprinted from an establishment as something went wrong. Especially when it was such a nice face…
***
“New day, new joint” Y/N repeated on a loop as she cautiously took note of her surroundings, looking for the devil himself that seemed to enjoy cutting her little trips short, leaving her empty-handed. Satisfied that Dabi wasn’t lurking in the shadows, she ran to the jewelry shop, passing quickly through the door without a moments hesitation. Quickly, she headed to the back of the shop, skipping over the trinkets displayed. The one she wanted was locked away in a safe in the managers office. Usually, such safe would cause burglars to waste precious time unlocking the variety of pass codes and puzzles but she had been perfecting her quirk for this exact mission. Feeling confident, she reached the door, grasped the handle, and pushed her way in with a smile. It dropped when she saw him sitting in the managers chair, his feet propped on top of the desk and a satisfied grin plastered on his face as he played with the jewels in the foreground of the opened safe.
“Hello princess, fancy seeing you here,” he practically chirped, and he never chirped. He was breathing the slack-jawed expression she wore while her arms dangled uselessly by her side. Promptly, she snapped her jaw closed, pressed her palms to her eyes and took a deep breath before shakily releasing it. She crouched down on the floor and curled herself into a ball, hiding her face from him.
“Is it your personal mission to make my life a living hell?” she mumbled out.
“Nah, I just love seeing your face, its pretty cute,” he replied and she moaned miserably. He grinned down at her, taking his boots off the desk to get up and walk over to her. He pulled her hands away and helped her stand but she wouldn’t look at him, instead choosing to pout. Biting his lip, he slipped the jewels into one pocket while he grabbed a necklace from another. “I also wanted to give you this. Think of it as a peace offering.” She looked at his hands, holding the necklace she was originally trying to steal from the shop the night they met. “I thought it would go with your eyes,” he said as he moved behind her, clipping the necklace in place before moving back in front of her. Her hand gently touched the stones and she gave him a look.
“You are an enigma,” she whispered, giving a small smile that Dabi committed to memory.
“I do my best love.” He looked her in the eyes, running a hand through his hand. She looked away, red dusting her cheeks before turning back to say something.
“You know-” she was interrupted by the sound of sirens blaring not only in the shop but also outside.
“Oh, shit!” Dabi hissed, dragging her by the hand once he saw the police and heroes lining the front of the shop. “Out the back we go!” He pulled her close to his side, protecting her from the view of all the people outside. His hand touched the door handle before promptly deciding against as a voice on the other side threatened them to come out with their hands up. “Up then,” he grumbled. Heading up the stairs to the buildings second floor, he asked, “you got anything?”
“Yeah, I have a plan,” she replied looking at the nearest wall covered in promotional posters and letters, releasing herself from his grip to touch the materials.
“Is it a good one?” he mumbled as the heroes demanded that they exit the shop peacefully and with dignity.
“I have a plan,” she repeated with an uncertain smile thrown over her shoulder. She held her hand out for him to take.
“If we get caught, I’m throwing you to the heroes and saving myself,” he grinned and grabbed it, his hand engulfing hers.
“Thanks for the consideration. Now brace yourself, I’ve never done this before and it could all go horribly wrong,” she said stepping back and taking Dabi with her. “You need to run and jump just before we hit the wall.” He gave her a bemused look. “You gotta trust me cause I don’t want to be thrown to the heroes today.” The sound of glass breaking downstairs caused Y/N to tighten her grip on his hands as she dragged him forwards into a run. “Time to go!”
Dabi gripped her hand even tighter and jumped with her just before the wall. A strange feeling encompassed the entirety of his being, causing him to feel numb. He crushed his eyes close, preparing for the painful hit of the wall but all he felt was air rush over him. Risking a look, he opened his eyes and saw that the two of them were jumping from the second floor into the floor of the neighbouring building. After passing through the wall, the numb feeling left and was replaced by the urge to puke. “Oh my God,” he groaned as he released her hand and placed his hands on hes knees, fighting the urge vomit on her shoes.
“Yeah, I thought something like that would happen,” she cooed, as she rubbed his back hesitantly at first before relaxing into gentle, soothing motions. “I hate to tell you this but we should probably do that for a few more buildings until we get away from here.” He straightened and nodded his head although he did look a few shades paler.
“Fine, let’s get it out in one go,” he slurred and held a hand to his mouth. She nodded and laced her fingers with his.
“Let’s go.” After building hopping for another two blocks and crossing through one home, Y/N pulled them to a stop in an alleyway where they couldn’t hear the sirens anymore. Dabi released her hand and collapsed against the wall, slumping down until he was sitting upright.
“That is by far one of the worst side-effects I have ever felt from any of my actions,” he grumbled, rubbing is hands up and down his face. She wandered over to him and held a hand out to help him up.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t know how it would affect you. Also, we can’t stay here, we’re still too close,” she whispered quietly, trying not to make him feel any worse. He took his hands off his face and glared at her hand before reluctantly accepting it. He stumbled into a standing position before pulling her into his chest and wrapping his arms around her. Effectively trapped, she looked up at him.
“I hate that you’re right,” he mumbled, placing his head into her neck and breathing deeply. Slowly, she raised her arms and began to hug him back, despite the burning of her face which she decided to hide in his shirt. Instantly she regretted it because he smelt divine, none the less she stayed there with him. “Thanks for saving my ass back there babe,” ventured Dabi, his lips dragging across the skin of her neck. She shivered at the feeling and gave a small nod.
“You’re welcome.” Breathing deeply, he pulled himself off of her neck and pulled her off of his shirt with a hand gently grasping her chin. Ever so gently, he brushed his thumb across her lips and gave her a casual grin.
“Sorry about that love, you had soot on your lip,” he sighed, releasing her chin. She began stuttering a reply but he turned them and placed them against the wall of the alleyway, pressing himself into her as a group of people walked past, staring at them curiously until Dabi pressed his lips to Y/N’s. She let out a muffled gasp and he lifted a hand to shield her face from the people.
“Tch, never mind, it’s just a couple of kids,” one of them said, moving the group on. Dabi held the kiss a little longer before nipping at her lips and pulling away. Pleased he noticed the dazed look in her eyes and the pink that stained her cheeks.
“I really can’t keep my hands off you, can I?” he mumbled, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Well, my as well do it right and be a gentleman. Y/N, would you bestow me the honour of having dinner with me and we’ll see if I can keep my hands to myself,” he mockingly finished with a little wink. He watched as she stuttered over herself to reply, still spaced out yet staring at his lips. To tease her further, he licked his lips.
“I… have to go… iron… my cat?” she quietly replied dragging her eyes away from his mouth to his eyes. Dabi cocked an eyebrow and leaned in close once again.
“How about you leave the lying to me and just say yes.” She bit her lip and nervously began to chew on it before giving a little nod. He grinned down at her wolfishly and caught her lips again, lathing his tongue over her abused lips. Her hands flew to his shirt, gripping him like an anchor. Abruptly he pulled away from her entirely and grabbed her hand, dragging her out of the alley and towards safety. “Let’s go then princess.”
Dialogue Prompt List One
Hey! I had a whole bunch of funny prompts that I have written down over the years from other sites and stuff, so I thought I would compile them all into one post. If you like any of them, request them (max. of two) with a favourite character and maybe a genre you want it written in. I thought this would be something fun to do as I have a bit of free time on my hands and I want to practice writing some short scenarios! Have fun and I love you guys. Feel free to repost <3 None of these prompts belong to me originally except for, like, one. Tumblr messes up the nice formatting I did on the computer so I had to fix it for mobile🙃 Now it doesn’t look like I wanted it to :(
“All I know is, one of us is right, the other one is you.”
“You did what?” “It wasn’t as bad as last time, I swear.”
“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four.”
“I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain this to you.”
“Remove your hand or I will rip it off and beat you to death with it.”
“Ohh, so you think I’m cute when I’m angry? Well, get ready because I’m about to be gorgeous!”
“I’m going into the woods to scream for a bit, anybody wanna come with?”
“I am either going out for ice cream, or to commit a heinous crime. I’ll decide in the car.”
“So... I’ve just realised... that I’ve been shot.”
“I love it when someone insults me. That means that I don’t have to be nice anymore.”
“I don’t care if you are panicking - just... do it quietly.”
“Excuse me, I have to go make a scene.”
“Yeah, I have a plan.” “Is it a good one?” “I have a plan.”
“There are at least seventeen ways this could have gone better. Literally. Like, I’m counting them right now, you moron.”
“I have to go... iron... my cat.”
“You gotta stop doing that.” “What?” “Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”
“Your existence gives ma a headache, go stand over there.”
“You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.”
“Everything here can kill you, but I can do it the most efficiently.”
“look at you, sacrificing yourself for others! When did you get a heart? I had thought you lost your moral code.”
“Oh my God. You’re in love!”
“Just know that I love you. I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart.”
“If you don’t terrify people a little bi then what’s the point?”
“Is this coffee bitter?” “No, it must be you.”
“Wow, can we just pretend, for one second, that you’re not a complete douchebag.”
“You’re weird.” “Sorry.” “No, that was a compliment.”
“I will be the first to tell you that I am a terrible liar.”
“underestimate me. That’ll be fun.”
“I am not above slashing my own tires to avoid going to this family brunch.”
“I know that I just spit blood all over you, and this is probably the wrong time, but I kind of like you.”
“Why are you such an ass?” “Everyone has to excel at something, right?”
“Did I ever tell you about the time I started a cult?”
You’re judging me.”“It’s what I do - it’s a hobby of mine.”
“Was that supposed to hurt?”
“Well, the best of the best weren’t available... so we got the best of the mediocre.”
“Give me the books!” “Only if you promise not to kill anyone with them.”
“Here, hold my dignity... I’ve got some sketchy shit to do.”
“What I lack in common sense, I make up for in sarcasm.”
“...on the bright side I am not addicted to cocaine.”
“I’ve found puddles deeper than you.”
“Well, aren’t you a little ray of pitch black?”
“Okay, listen, I’m not saying that I’m awesome and that you should definitely love me, but... yes, that’s exactly what I am saying.”
“You know I love you right?” “Yes.” “Okay, well since I love you, I want to tell you how much of a dumb ass you are being.”
“Fuck! I was so smart five minutes ago! What happened?”
“What happened to your face?” “Beauty.”
“You make me nauseous.” “It’s called love. You’ll get over it.”
“I’m not playing hard to get, I literally hate you.”
“How do you want your coffee?” “Like my sense of humour.” “Tasteless?”
“You shake when you get angry.” “I do not!” “You’re like an angry lil’ chihuahua.”
“Oh God, are those abs real? Can I touch?” “I don’t know. I feel objectified now.”
“Your self help group is turning into a cult.”
“I could run a marathon. Right now. I’ll do it.” “It’s literally 2 am.” “I peak at 2 am, you should know this.”
“If there’s anything I’ve managed to do pretty well in my life, so far it’s not die. So we’re off to a good start on that one.”
“I’m naked and afraid!” “I’m clothed and traumatised!”
“Can someone explain to me, in small words, why I’m being assigned to this mission?”
“Are you there?” “Physically, yes. Mentally is debatable.”
“Why aren’t you dating him?” “Because I’d destroy him.” “He’d been into that!”
“How are you feeling?” “Well, my eyebrows don’t hurt.”
“If my day gets any worse, I’m asking hell if they’re having an exchange program.”
“My grandma is a badass. She can break a man’s nose in a single blow AND she knits dope-ass sweaters!”
“Why does everyone fear you?” “Because I can do things they can’t.” “Like?” “Mind my own business, for one.”
“Damn it, why aren’t you obeying the laws of physics?”
“All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes!”
“It’s no surprise to me that things have turned out this way.”
“How was I supposed to know you were telling the truth when you said that danger was your middle name?”
“That’s not exactly a good coping method.”
“She is the embodiment of snorting chlorine and then drowning yourself in a pool.” (This one is mine and its about a teacher I use to have)
“I’m bitter and complicated.It’s one of my charms.” “I don’t think you know what that word means. Or how to count.”
“You scared me!” “Well, I am naturally terrifying.”
“Are you decent?” “Not morally, but I am wearing pants, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Dressing up the disaster boy for the next comic
Concept: his shirt says “WHO NEEDS BULLETS WITH THESE GUNS” and each of his sleeves say “PEW!”
This is a masterpiece and I want the shirt.
can i please get dabi being protective of his girlfriend?
Oh, it’s Dabi again! (•◡•) It seems that Dabi and Shigaraki are the favourites among the villains heheh. Thanks for sending this in! I hope you like it! (~˘▾˘)~
This ask has mentions of alcohol, so please skip this if you’d rather not read about it!
Dabi
He had a feeling that something bad was going to happen today.
Everything went smoothly with the other villains today. Toga didn’t try to stab him after he had said he didn’t want to have a knife sticking out of him today. Kurogiri was in a better mood than he’s ever been in since he joined the League of Villains. Even Shigaraki was being more cooperative than he was used to.
It wasn’t normal. Something bad was going to happen today, and Dabi felt it, the threat of something unseen heavy and solid in his gut. He shook his arm free from your hold and threw it across your shoulders instead, bringing you flush against his chest.
“Babe?”
He took a quick scan of the entire area, taking note of all the places where he knew something or someone bad could be lurking, before he turned back to you. “It’s nothing. Where are we going again?”
His question had distracted you enough, much to his relief. You began telling him about your day, that it went well also, and he felt a little more than unsettled. But it’s better to keep you safe than for him to be sorry after something truly went wrong like he expected. Dabi gave a noncommittal “that’s great” to fill in a pause in your chatter, taking a glance behind the two of you just because. It didn’t do anything to relieve his suspicions of something bad happening when the mysterious figure moving in the shadows was just two kittens chasing each other. Dabi kept walking, his free hand already heating up from his quirk with an anticipation of a mishap of some sort.
You led him to a little bar that you loved. He adjusted the mask he had on and pulled on the hood of his jacket to cover more of his hair, before he stepped into the dimly lit establishment after you.
Dinner was good. Beer was good. Service was good. Crowd was good. Everything was good, except for the one guy on the other side of the bar who kept looking over at you. The bastard even shifted so that his torso was facing you, head resting on his open palm as he sipped at his pale ass beer leisurely.
So this was the bad thing he had been so worried about the whole evening? Some sleazy fuck who wanted to try and seduce his girl? And Dabi was right beside you too. You had this weird habit of tapping your feet against his whenever you swivelled the barstool to face him as you talked. He knew you well enough to be damn sure that you only did that with him, and not with any of your friends.
“Hey, Y/N.”
Dabi reached over when you looked up from your beer at the call of your name, and he wiped off the sauce sitting at the corner of your lips. He made sure to look the bastard across the bar in the eye as he licked the sauce off his thumb, and then leaned forward to kiss you when he was sure the other guy was watching. You easily yielded to the repeated press of his lips on yours, even if there was a wrinkle in your nose from the little noises he made as he kissed you. Dabi gently tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth, eyes opened for a second to ensure that the bastard knew you were taken.
“That’s right, you fucker,” he said, in a moment that you pulled away from him to have a sip of your beer.
“Some guy across the bar with a nasty ass face again?” you teased, the smile on your lips matching your tone.
Dabi leaned in again and said, “Just making sure you know you got the guy with the nastiest face sitting in front of you. You don’t need to go looking anywhere else.” The breathless laugh you let out at his words only made him want to crush his lips against yours again.
This is… so cute??? Very sweet boyfriend Dabi is a pure image <3
• Playlists for their S/O Headcanon •
Ayyyy, I really enjoyed doing the first lot of these so decided I would do more for some different characters! Hope you like them! Feel free to request, just check my FAQ post <3 Any song suggestions, send them through.
TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE
SING - My Chemical Romance
First Date - Blink 182
Safe and Sound - Tonight Alive
Sophie - Bear’s Den
Olivia - Rayland Baxter
IIDA TENYA
Never in My Wildest Dreams - Dan Auerbach
lovely (with Khalid) - Billie Eilish
If We Were Vampires - Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
Stay With Me - Angus & Julia Stone
That’s What Makes This House A Home - Holley Maher
ASHIDO MINA
Devil Eyes - Hippie Sabotage
Lips - Marian Hill
Make You Mine - Us The Duo
Mmm Yeah - DJ Dynamite
Let’s Get Started - Dylan Gardner
URARAKA OCHAKO
Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings
I Can Wait Forever - Simple Plan
Hearts Don’t Break Around Here - Ed Sheeran
Lovit- Marian Hill
Born To Be Yours - Kygo
ASUI TSUYU
I Believe In A Thing Called Love - Branches
Natural Woman - Kaiit
Location - Khalid
Feel My Love - Türküm
Sally - Thundamentals
Hey! I’d like to request hcs fo Izuku, Katsuki and Shouto going to a concert with their male s/o? Thanks!
HELL YEAH BABY I CAN DO THAT FOR YOU! I had a TON of fun writing these! Hope you like it but if there are any issues hit me up!
• Concert Headcanons with a male S/O •
Izuku
10 out of 10 best person to go to a concert with. 32 out of 10 hella nervous. Excited for the first concert date with his handsome man.
Y’all bet you’re wearing matching outfits! You even found a pair of red shoes that matched Midoriya’s. I’m talking matching to the point where you get the same necklaces AND rings. Baby boy goes all out.
Before going to the concert he makes sure he has everything so you have the best experience. He has a bag (with pins of the band you’re going to see on it) that has the tickets, pain killers (if you get a headache), money (for cab and food), snacks, water, energy drinks (dancing and singing is hard work) and just about anything you could think of needing.
Very nervous the night before. He wants to have a genuinely good time with you and doesn’t want to mess up cause he honestly loves you so much (so does his mum, she loves having another baby boy to look after, especially someone who loves her son like she does).
The morning of he gets decked out in his merch before grabbing the bag and picking you up. Fumbles with whatever he is holding in his hands when he sees you. You look like a GOD of concerts and he can’t help but feel even more blessed that he can such a gorgeous human his man.
Y’all rock up to the concert, and make your way to the front of the mosh pit closest to the stage, hands gripping tight so you don’t get lost in the crowd (and also cause he likes holding your hand).
He can’t help but notice that as more people arrive the more attention you get from people (girls and boys). He pulls you close cause he can’t help but get a little jealous and protective of you.
The concert starts and he immediately decides that the two of you are going to do this more often. The flashing lights make you appear heavenly and the smile that illuminates your face makes him fall in love all over again.
You dance and sing and smile the entire time while he joins you but unfortunately the concert has to come to an end.
The lights come back on, the artist leaves the stage and reality returns. For a brief moment you just look at each other before he shyly pulls you in for a quick kiss.
Happily you return it before dragging him off to the merch table to grab some items to commemorate one of the best dates of all time.
Super sad to have to drop you back home but promises that he will take you on more dates like this.
Katsuki
Excited for the concert internally, especially if it’s one that he loves, but refuses to express externally until the concert draws nearer.
May not have the matching outfits going for you like Midoriya does but dresses MORE than appropriately (hell you might see him in slight eyeliner, don’t question it). Even if the concert has a pastel theme, he will be HARDCORE pastel. Y’all make the cutest AND best dressed couple at the concert N/A.
Will somewhat rely on you to be prepared equally as much as he is cause he is SO excited. What’s better than spending the day with his man, at a concert that lets him wind down and focus on things other than being the number one hero. He has his ticket and money (for possibility of getting ice cream to finish the date off).
Pretty bloody hyped the night before but because he’s busy becoming stronger (and impressing you with his huge muscles) he sleeps like a log. His parents are genuinely surprised that the angst filled anger child they raised has managed to snag such a nice gentleman (who doesn’t yell???).
He wakes up, puts on the eyeliner, picks you up, and both of you genuinely rock each other’s world. I mean he’s wearing EYELINER, what a MAN! He is SHOOK looking at you. He scored big time with how good you’re looking. When asked why he’s staring, he will just brush you off and call you an idiot before grabbing your hand to lead you to the concert.
Y’all rock up to the concert and he will be throwing elbows to get you and him as close to the stage as possible. He’s casually holding your hand so no one messes with you (he’s also about the contact but doesn’t express it as much as Midoriya).
Throws an arm around your shoulders and pulls you to deter people from the start cause he will burn the stadium down if someone tries to make a move on you. If, god forbid, IF someone ignored the possessive body language and continue to check them out, he leans in to place a kiss on your forehead, shooting daggers at them over your head. HOLY CRAP if the person still continues to check you out, he’s going to go for a full makeout, hands around your waist with a small amount of butt grabbing.
Promptly releases you as the concert starts and reality just falls away, the only anchor being your hand in his. It’s beyond perfect, the music rocking your souls, the lights flashing in time with his heart cause GODDAMN you make him lose his breath with how handsome you are.
He starts to relax and smile (good lawd his smile), singing along with the artist, maybe swaying a little from side to side with you, laughing at your dance moves (he lives for them).
When the music stops, he feels like he’s on cloud nine. Both of your faces are flushed and giggling. He grabs your hand again and pulls you close as you exit the stadium. He’s gonna pull you closer and give you a sweet smooch. Yeah, best night of his life.
Shouto
Least keen to go to the concert, not because he hates music, but because it’s crowded and not intimate. He’s still excited to go with you though because you literally light his life up.
He will rock the artists shirt but that’s about as he will go with what he is comfortable with. He will wear what you suggest to him though if you want him to as long as it isn’t too extreme. PSST! He’s gonna wear jewellery! Like a necklace and a ring :0
He’s never been to a concert before so expect him to ring you and ask just exactly what he needs to bring. Packs lots of things cause he cautions it’s probably better to be over prepared rather than under prepared.
Feels a little bit nervous but it’s calmed by the overwhelming love he has for you because he LOVES going on dates with you because you bring so much joy to him. His dad doesn’t approve when he learns of your relationship (which is MONTHS in mind you cause man does not care for his children) but does acknowledge that you bring more of a spark to Todoroki when he fights. Shouto’s sister absolutely adores you and loves having another brother in the family.
He wakes up, gets ready, feels like he’s about to vomit, and goes to pick you up. LET ME TELL YOU he looks so bloody good. You got yourself an absolute gem in terms of hubby material. He thinks the exact same. Is he turning a little bit pink or are your eyes playing tricks on you? He is such a sucker for a good lookin man.
He will nervously stick close to you so thread you arm around his and grab his hand. HE WILL APPRECIATE THAT. Slowly, the two of you will make your way to the stage.
Keeps an eye out for anyone checking you out and if he sees, he WILL pull you in front of him and hug you from behind. Don’t question him, he’ll just answer that he wants you both to be in the moment when the concert starts. Smooch that cheek and he will blush.
He realises why people love concerts when the lights dim and the music starts and suddenly he is transported into a moment where it’s just you and him. Your smile makes his heart stutter. He may not sing or dance as he believes that you are better than whoever is on stage. It’s cheesy but he could watch you forever when you sing at him, the lights flashing frantically around you.
This has been one of the best experiences of his life with one of the most memorable days he holds near and dear to his heart.
He’s actually sad to leave the concert but loves how animatedly you talk while he silently listens with a smile on his face cause you are too perfect to be real.
You BET your ass he tells his mum about the concert and she absolutely LOVES you and how sweet her son is on you.
• Christmas headcanons •
Getting close to the best holiday of the year and decided to do some headcanons for these handsome men. The idea came from @sexuallylevi so all credit to them and go check out what they wrote!!
Aizawa
Low key LIVES for Christmas but he probably won’t express it outwardly.
Like, he won’t put the themed music on in the staff room but he won’t object to it being played. Will not fight the antlers placed on his head but will be more gruff than usual for the first few minutes as the teachers take photos and then will return to regularly scheduled tiredness.
Secretly bakes Christmas cookies that he will insist aren’t for the holidays but even Todoroki could tell that those cookies are shaped like snowmen.
His pijamas would be ones that you gifted to him. Black tracksuit pants with little green wreaths with red bows all over them. Simple grey t-shirt (you gave him a size too small as a gift to yourself). You would get yourself matching ones for optimum photo opportunity.
On Christmas Day he would wake up a bit later than usual, it is a day off after all, and he would cuddle you in bed for a while before pulling you both out to get coffee and start the gift giving.
He’s a simple man of simple pleasures so he would absolutely treasure anything you got him. He would like socks with little cats on them, a mug with pictures of the two of you on it, anything that is sentimental and dorky he would LOVE. A serious gift you would give would be something a solar system bracelet that has all the planets on it with him as the sun or just a few corded leather bracelets with small charms and beads weaved throughout. HINT: he would love little hearts as he would be reminded who it’s from.
For you he would get you EQUALLY dorky gifts but also serious stuff like a small heart locket with a picture of the two of you or a simple bracelet with a charm on it. He likes the idea of you having something physical that reminds you of him. You two would probably end up getting tiny, and I mean tiny, matching tattoos cause he likes the idea of sharing something with you physically.
Anyway, the rest of the day is spent relaxing on the couch watching movies (he’s wearing the socks you got him) while eating pancakes the two of you cooked together.
A couple of people would visit you throughout the day, mainly All Might and Present Mic. All four of you would sit around trading stories and just relaxing with one another.
The day would end with you curled up into Aizawa’s side, hands and legs intertwined, nodding off while the talking continues. Overall, great Christmas with handsome tired man.
All Might
This man LIVES for Christmas. He has decorated the entire house by November and the office at school is quick to follow.
His decorations look like Santa Claus exploded. Tinsel, baubles, tiny trees, themed headbands, YOU NAME IT.
Loves baking and giving it out to anyone and everyone. It may not taste the best but god damn does his effort makeup for it. You get into the kitchen and actually help him to create some tasty stuff for the staff and students. Everyone loves you.
You got him pjs that he wears religiously every Christmas time. They’re extra soft and comfy for his real form as the boy is delicate. Red trackies with Christmas trees, snowmen, and bells, with a black shirt OR if he is feeling EXTRA festive, he has a shirt that looks like tinsel and gift wrap. You’re wearing All Might pjs (appropriately themed) that he didn’t get you but loved the instant you showed them to him.
Christmas Day would be equally if not more relaxed than Aizawa’s day. Yagi would stay in bed with you, cuddling and watching movies until someone’s stomach started to growl. The two of you would get up and make hot chocolate while eating bacon and eggs.
There would be a small exchanging of gifts before guests stared to arrive. Like Aizawa, he’s a big ol dork who loves big ol dork gifts. Technically, he feels like you don’t have to get him anything as he feels like having you in his life is the best gift he can get considering he sees his life as a complete and utter wreck. Would actually DIE if you gave him anything hand made. Give him a tiny clay turtle and blood will pour from his mouth. HELL give him a framed photo of y’all and he will feel so blessed to have you.
HES GONNA SPOIL YOU. Expect jewellery, expect flowers, expect perfume! He loves you and Christmas is an excellent day to spoil you. Of course you get nerdy gifts too, any little trinket he saw that reminded him of you.
The day is completely relaxing. People come and go, food is devoured, naps are taken, and relationships are threatened through not so friendly board games when friends and family come over.
It is beyond perfect and you couldn’t imagine spending it with another.
• Playlists for their S/O Headcanon •
First thing to post on this blog, woohoo! Basically it’s songs some of the boys would have in a playlist for you; songs that remind them of you or how you make them feel. Let me know if you want me to do any others (teachers or students) or add more songs to these guys! If you have any suggestions for songs send them through! Gifs are not mine!
MIDORIYA IZUKU
1. Whenever (feat. Conor Maynard) - Kris Kross Amsterdam
2. Perfect - Ed Sheeran
3. Hey There Delilah - Plain White T’s
4. Trumpets - Jason Derulo
5. I’m A Mess Without You - Maribelle
BAKUGO KATSUKI
1. Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon
2. Cold Hard Bitch - Jet
3. Ass Like That - Eminem
4. Savage (feat. Flux Pavillion & MAX) - Whethan
5. We Ride - Gucci Mane
TODOROKI SHOUTO
1. Silence - Marshmello
2. Caroline - Aminé
3. Nobody Else But You - Trey Songz
4. Best Of Me - BTS
5. Can’t Help Falling In Love - Elvis Presley
KIRISHIMA EIJIROU
1. Pretty Girls on Bikes - Dubé
2. You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi
3. The Light - Common
4. Your Love Is My Drug - Kesha
5. Still Into You - Paramore
KAMINARI DENKI
1. You’re the Nearest Thing to Heaven - Johnny Cash
2. It Girl - Jason Derulo
3. Take Your Shirt Off - T-Pain
4. DADDY - PSY
5. Princess - Short Stack