Loyalty Over Royalty

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[katsuflossy]

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Business | Bakugou Katsuki

Reader from Zoo York Pt. 2

Tell Him | Shinsou Hitoshi

Positions | Bakugou Katsuki

Just You And I | Hawks

[melanimed]

ℙ𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦

pairing: izuku midoriya x gender-neutral!reader

warning: dance au!, aged up characters (midoriya is in his 20's), depictions of anxiety, slight angst, reader auditioned for a female role but no pronouns are given to them.

w/c: 3.5k

synopsis: You and Midoriya are competing against one another to get a lead role with one of the legendary dancers, Shouto Todoroki. To get some more practice, the two of you head to the studio only to find the passion both of you were missing were in front of you all this time

a/n: as someone who used to do dance and loves midoriya, this was an absolute treat to write.

A room of creativity, of passion, of poise, and with heart—the words your instructor told you the first time you were admitted to this dance company. Known for their prestige globally, Yuuei Dance Company was esteemed and known to educate the next generations of performers and entertainers in dance. At one point you would have considered yourself a part of the best, one of the many jewels that could go wherever and be successful dancing under the light of the stage.

It’s too bad you felt you’ve lost your luster.

The room was large, the hefty windows displayed the active streets of Tokyo. As the sun beamed in, some onlookers observed the various dancers inside. Small groups of them were stretching, letting their bodies contour as if they were beautiful masterpieces in a museum. Smiles and small chatter filled the room, hoping a good day of practice would come.

Some were to the side, holding onto the wooden barre, lifting their legs up high towards the ceiling—toes always pointed up. Others hug the wall, letting their lower limbs stretch outwards to complete a perfect slip. Others were tying their shoes, clearly beat up for days of practice and use, soft orchestral music playing through the speakers.

Everyone seemed to be ready to show off their best today as the upcoming play was coming up soon. The auditions will be conducted tomorrow, leaving a fierce competition with you and your peers to get the best roles. As this was an original production, no one truly knew what to expect—leaving today as one of the last days to get any proper practice before then.

As you stood overarching your back to do a simple pirouette, the door opened up revealing the instructor, a bitter expression on his face. His dark eyes loomed over the room, the once positive energy dissipating at once.

“Everyone get into position! Hurry up,” he barked, marching towards the front of the room. As a commander who led his soldiers to battle, Shouta Aizawa was extremely strict when it came to dance. Notorious for his short temper and seriousness, he was infamous at the dance company. At first glance, no one would know his preferred dance was ballet—scruffy beard on his ashen skin, long messy hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He stuck to the shadows, there wasn’t anything truly unique to him—at least until he danced.

Onlookers would watch in awe at his shows, his poise, grace, reflexes, and flexibility. He would witness countless standing ovations.

Until he tore a muscle ruining his once stunning career.

Now, he watches the next generation take the pride he once had in this industry and make it even better. You knew he went through a rough path, still finding success in teaching.

You wish he wasn’t such an asshole though.

“And 5, 6, 7, 8...one two three four five six seven eight,” Aizawa shouted out.

As the familiar tune played out, the group of you began your private performance. You let your consciousness drift, letting your body move exactly to the beat of the music. The complicated moves always brought you back through, a scowl etched on your face. Aizawa narrowed his eyes over at your group, clicking his tongue out loudly. He walked forward holding his arms out and waving them together, a sign for all the dancers to stop and look over at him in self-disappointment.

“Guys! You still aren’t getting this part done correctly! I told you all to practice and this is still what you’re coming here with?” Aizawa complained, raising a hand to massage the brow on his head for the impending headache.

“Everyone is going to need to work much harder if you want the roles you want. I will not let you make a joke of yourself and myself out there on stage in a month!” Aizawa hissed out, glowering at all of you. His eyes fell over at the bi-colored male, the male bearing a stoic expression back at his teacher. Aizawa let out a sigh, walking back a few steps.

Todoroki was one of the stars at Yuuei. Known for his aloof attitude and famous father, he had already begun making a name for himself in the realm of dance. Preferring ballet out of all the styles, it was as if he was an expert when he performed. Todoroki had long hair, red and white strands splitting through the middle of his head. His pale skin shined in the natural glow of the room, a dark crimson scar prominent on his face. You never knew what was truly behind those grey and cyan eyes, they seemed distant as if he was in a different realm of existence to you.

In many ways, it seemed like that.

“Todoroki, show them how it’s done,” Aizawa grumbled out. You and the others walked back letting Todoroki soak up the attention in the room. As he danced he seemed confident and cool—nothing holding him back from perfection. Each move is poised and dignified as a true dancer should achieve. Everyone knew how talented he was...

“Fucking Icyhot…” a voice cursed behind you.

...Which sometimes created turmoil and jealousy of one another. Whenever there was a lead role, Todoroki would usually be the one to fulfill it. You weren’t innocent yourself—you felt a deep pit of envy of the heterochromatic boy.

As Todoroki finished, Aizawa clapped his hands.

“That’s what I want to see. Stop disappointing me and get into positions,” Aizawa called out, prompting everyone to get into positions.

“And 5, 6, 7, 8…”

As you all practice the ensemble for what it seemed was eternity, Aizawa finally permitted a much-needed break. Your muscles ached, lungs blazing desperate for more air. You put your bottle to your mouth drinking the much-needed cool water. Droplets managed to escape your lips, but your body temperature began cooling down and relaxing from the rigorous training.

Sitting on the ground and catching your break, a mop of green curls plops down beside you. Your eyes snapped over to this figure as you wiped your damp mouth, putting the cap on your bottle.

“Hey, we didn’t really get a chance to talk today! Are you alright, you seem kind of down,” Midoriya murmured, a small frown on his face. Midoriya has been one of the people you’ve managed to bond with at this company. His big emerald eyes always seemed to peer into your own trying to read the negative emotions wiped all over your face. The two of you were underdogs, making you bond at the bottom of the ladder. You knew Midoriya had aspirations much higher than those you held now. His eyes sparkled with the thought of being a world-class dancer. If only he wasn’t as clumsy, he could probably have achieved that months ago.

“Said the one that was frowning. Don’t think I didn’t see that joke of a plié and leap. I’m shocked Aizawa hasn’t broken your feet to permanently point them by now,” you chuckled. The frown on Midoriya’s lips immediately turned into a frown as he placed his head on his feet. His freckled cheeks were dyed red in shame and embarrassment by your playful but serious critiques. One quality you’ve always noted about the shy boy was the ignorance of his own flexibility.

“I’ve been practicing for what it seems like forever...I just can’t nail it. Something’s just missing. I just have to put in more work. I want this lead more than everything,” Midoriya whined out. He lifted his body up, letting his gaze fall up to the ceiling and resting his scarred hands on the hard floor. He briefly fluttered his eyes closed, showing off his long dark eyelashes to you.

“Even though I know Shouto will be the one to get it, I still want to work hard and try. I’m just...nothing compared to him though. It’ll take me ages to get to his level,” Midoriya sighed out, curls sticking to the sweat of his forehead. Your eyes softened over towards your close friend as you reached over and placed a hand onto his shoulder. His eyes flashed open, peering over at your empathetic form.

“Izuku, you have a crazy amount of potential. You’re going to surpass Todoroki, Aizawa, and even Toshinori one day. Aizawa is just a blind idiot for not seeing that now. Have more confidence in yourself,” you plead. Midoriya let out a low chuckle letting his head fall and properly look at you.

“Thanks (Y/n). You’ve always had my back here,” he stated, grateful for your encouragement. You took your hand away from his broad shoulder offering him a sizable smile.

“What about you though! Are you going to try to audition for a lead! You have to!” Midoriya chimed. Your smile began to waver, your eyes darting away from Midoriya. Sensing your sudden distant nature, Midoriya's face curled into a worried expression.

“No. Honestly, I’ve been thinking about leaving the company—”

“Leaving the company!?” Midoriya shouted out. Your eyebrows furrowed, aggressively putting a finger towards your lips. Sensing his mistake, Midoriya cringed and looked over to the other groups small-chatting with one another—all their attention now at the two of you. You let out a sigh as Midoriya muttered out an apology.

“But why though?! You’re a fantastic dancer (Y/n)!” Midoriya loudly whispered to you. You held your arms together, a bitter smile on your lips.

“...I don’t feel like that at all. Maybe at one point, I thought I would go far but now? This all just seems more like a hassle that will lead to failure and disappointment,” you admitted. Midoriya placed his large palm towards your thigh.

“You lost your love for this, didn’t you…?” he mumbled. Just as you were opening your mouth to answer your close friend, Aizawa stormed back in. Every footstep he took, the once loud chatter shushed to deafness.

“Come on. We have 3 hours to get through. I want you all at your A-game!” Aizawa yelled out. Midoriya sighed, disheartened he would have to pause this conversation with you at a later time. He stood up quickly, leaning over to give his hand out for you to take. As you reached over and did, Midoriya drifted over to your ear.

“We’re talking more about this after class.”

Class eventually came to a close as everyone began packing their things discussing the big day tomorrow. You sat by the side with your duffle back untying the satin ribbons of your shoes. As you took them off, your feet ached—thankful to be able to feel the cool air of the room once more. You briefly massaged the pulsating soles before putting them on your slides and placing the rest of your things in your bag. As you got to your feet you noticed Midoriya and Aizawa were discussing something. Not wanting to interrupt you left the room and building.

The blue sky greeted you along with the hustle and loud noises of the city around you. You leaned over the stone pillar at the entrance of your dance school, breathing a heavy sigh out. Your heart still felt heavy seeing Midoriya’s shocked expression at your admission. His outburst would surely grant the rest to whisper around you. Maybe thankful you were on your way out.

Still, you can’t help but feel nostalgic when you first started out. Your smile always dazzled in the stage light, happy to show the work of your heart and dedication. It seems as though you can’t even pinpoint when that smile began to fade, leaving you empty almost every time you thought of dance. The warm looks of the audience became cold. The compliments from your instructors disappeared.

It felt as though you were in a dimly lit auditorium all by yourself.

“(Y/n)! Hey! Over here!” a voice called out to you. You turned your head to see Midoriya jumping down from the stairs of the entrance of the dance studio. You forced a smile on your lips, as the two of you began to walk the busy streets of the cities. You discovered early on the two of you lived relatively close with one another. He was only one train stop away from you. There were many nights you were over each other’s homes—his rickety door and the way his floors always creaked near the entrance. You knew about these little quirks since movie night was frequent between the two of you. One brought the movie while the other ordered the take-out.

What you thought would be a simple dance peer bloomed into something more.

“...Hey, I know it’s selfish to say this, but I really don’t want to see you go (Y/n). I think you just need a reminder and find the joy in dancing again,” Midoriya murmured out looking down at the concrete floors. You quirked an eyebrow up, curious about his statement. It would take a lot to find joy in a field you feel so disheartened about. Even though he wasn’t looking at you, you distinguished that glitter of determination in his eyes.

Midoriya lifted his head and exhaled before looking over at you with a small smile. He dug into his pocket, revealing a small key on a chain. The metal glinted in the light as you stood there surprised at Midoriya’s acquisition.

“Aizawa ended up giving this to me with a little convincing,” Midoriya revealed, beaming once more. He gazed down towards the small key in the palm of his hand.

“Some snacks, practice, and good music might help some. It may even get your mind off of things and not be in your head so much,” Midoriya added as the two of you shuffled in a crowd of people.

“So, are you in?” Midoriya asked. Your eyes slightly narrowed at Midoriya as he blinked over at you with false innocence. You groaned outwardly towards the sky.

“Fine. God, you're so stubborn!” you murmured out. Midoriya’s eyes widened, rose coming back to his cheeks in embarrassment once more.

“W-Where is this coming from!? I’m not that stubborn!”

Night had fallen over Tokyo. Stars faded in the bright lights of the city. Most people headed home to relax or were about to go out to party this evening. You on the other hand were going to try not to complain and enjoy the gift Midoriya was trying to give you—your passion back.

You walked up the stone steps of the entrance, the dark glimpse of the studio looking back at you. You knocked on the door a few times hoping to see Midoriya’s goofy smile greet you. Were you here too early?

Just as you thought of that, Midoriya sauntered over to the door giving you a wave. He inserted the key on the other side as a click echoed out. He quickly opened the door letting you enter the building before he closed it once more.

“It seems like forever since I saw you,” you joked heading over to the practice area with him. Midoriya snickered at your bad joke, interrupting the once quiet building space.

“Right? Haha…” he chuckled out. The two of you walked into the lit practice room as you placed your bag down with a sigh and took your slides off. Next to your bag laid Midoriya’s, Gatorades, and bottled coffee drinks poked out the top of it.

“Oh! I also didn’t know if you ate so maybe after this we can grab dinner. Practice usually gets me hungry afterward,” Midoriya admitted. You smiled over to him, shaking your head. Midoriya was always so meticulous with everything. He always seems to think of everything when planning an event. Even when he creates his own routines, it’s fresh leaving you wanting more.

“Thanks, Izuku. I’ll pay, my treat,” you repliéd. Midoriya flashed a scrunched displeased face at you as you playfully rolled your eyes in response.

“Fine, don’t take my charity!” you laughed. Midoriya let out a few chuckles before walking over to the stereo where his phone was plugged up.

“Okay! First, let me know what you think of this. I want your honest opinion!” Midoriya called out. You walked over towards the stereo as Midoriya got into position in the middle of the room. As you yelled out the countdown, you clicked the button to play the music. Familiar tune of Camille Saint-Saëns’ Danse Macabre bled into the room.

Midoriya let his body move towards the fast beat of the music. He leaned over, doing an arabesque gliding across the floor before moving to a brisé. From there he pliéd and lifted himself off the ground with a twirl landing in the third position.

From Emboité to Coupé, Glissade to Penché—you could tell how hard Midoriya worked on this. His eyes held such a serious joy to it all as if he was one with the music. His moves weren’t as dignified and sharp as Todoroki’s but there was something there that made you want to watch more. Midoriya commanded all eyes to be on him as if he was concocting a spell you fell victim to.

As the music faded, Midoriya stood in the middle trying to catch his breath. His chest puffed up and down, his brow furrowed and dripping with sweat. His arms were tangled into his curly hair, eyes looking over at you for approval. A smile decorated your face as you walked over to him clapping your hands.

“Izuku that was amazing! I can tell you’ve been practicing so hard. You really just need to sharpen those moves so they look cleaner. Ballet is a really poised type of style compared to your favorite, modern. Todoroki’s gonna have some serious competition soon, for real,” you said. Midoriya sighed, letting his hands fall to his sides.

“See, when you do some of these moves, you do it with such ease. Me on the other hand…” Midoriya murmured. You chuckled again loudly, taking his hands into yours and squeezing them tightly. Midoriya paused for a moment, looking down at your display of affection. His hands felt clammy—he couldn’t tell if that was from himself practicing or from them being held by you.

“...C-Could we maybe try to do a pas de deux together? I overheard Yamada telling the rest of the instructors we are doing the Nutcracker this Christmas,” Midoriya whispered. You quirked an eyebrow up confused at Midoriya’s question.

“We always do the Nutcracker, Izuku. But it’s such an intricate and intimate dance. Plus Christmas is months away. This audition is tomorrow,” you reminded him. You noticed Midoriya’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his cheeks much redder than his usual bouts of embarrassment. You gazed down looking at your hands tightly around his.

“...N-No! I-I know t-that but...I dunno. I-I think I can still l-lean a lot. A-And I need m-more practice d-dancing with s-someone,” Midoriya babbled. Your gaze softened as you let his hands go. As a pit began to form in Midoriya’s stomach. You walked over to his phone and unlocked it. Soon, the music of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s “Pas de Deux” poured out of the speakers.

You let your body move the moves of the Pas de Deux as Midoriya quickly followed suit. You knew the dance by heart, auditioning for Clara over and over again, to be rejected time and time. You didn’t think about that at all though. The only thing on your mind was the fluttering heart you were sure Midoriya could hear, or how your body felt lighter, feeling his hands hold, glide, and spin you. His warm breath was on your neck as you tried to stop your body from shuddering—the hairs standing up on your body.

As you lifted your leg up to a pirouette, his hands were firmly on your waist. Every turn you looked back at the mirror to see the two of you dancing. Midoriya's awful soft gazed remained etched in your head. You couldn’t help but stop yourself from stopping the pirouette towards him. He gazed confused before you slowly leaned in. Your noses brushed millimeters apart from one another.

“Don’t go please...let me help you find that passion again,” he whispered out. A tender yet somber smile plastered his face as he let his eyes close, the two of your lips met with one another.

Sparks shot out between the two of you as if this man lit a match in your blood. You brought your hand towards his plush cheeks before slightly leaning away. His hands were holding you too tightly as if any minute he would let go, you would disappear from his arms forever.

“...You already are, Izuku,” you whispered out, lips whispers apart before closing the gap once more.

Joy and passion you had lost for something you once loved are always hard to earn back alone. But given a chance, they always remain in your heart waiting for you to return one day. You thought the lonely empty auditorium would be your future forever, but Midoriya managed to change that. Dancing with him in the spotlight with or without an audience unlocked that passion once more.

It was far past time you stopped being in your head and listened to your heart.

[house-of-elves-archive]

A Night To Remember Pt. 1

Pairing: Toga Himiko & Shinsou Hitoshi

Genre: Humor, crack treated seriously, inspired by an episode of Teen Titans.

A/N: wanted to try my hand at writing character pairings. I think it'll help me with writing characters in the future! Also it just seemed fun!

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"That jerk!"

A loud crash followed after, alerting the rest of the League.

Rushing into her room, Dabi was shocked to find a slew of rolled up tissue and half eaten junk food strewn across the carpet. And in the center of it all was a sobbing Toga, being gently held by Twice, "Don't cry Toga-chan!" He soothed.

"What the hell is going on here?" Dabi asked tiredly, clearly just have woken up.

"Toga was dumped by the guy she went out with a month ago."

Dabi raised a brow, "You mean that bum we found outside a bar bruised and bloody without a dime to his name? Yeah, I'm surprised he went so quick too..."

In a flash, Twice zipped up to meet Dabi's face, looming over him with a glare, "Do NOT mock Toga's pain! It's insensitive! "

The man simply rolled his eyes before taking a glance at the young girl. Her hair was down, matted, and messy. She wiped her nose in her pink pajama sleeve.

Dabi's gaze softened. Though he wasn't interested in Toga's drama, it did make him a bit depressed to see her so... well... depressed. Letting out a sigh, he sauntered over to the girl and knelt down to where she sat.

"Look, I'm not great at giving advice on guys. But I can cook 'em medium or well done."

"No, you can't hurt him." She sniffled, "He left a note saying he fled town..."

"Ah."

"But... there is one thing I think could make me feel better." Toga wiped her face once more, looking up at him with golden puppy eyes.

The burnt man already didn't like the sound of this, his face scrunching up in a grimace, "And whatever could that be?"

"Yeah, what is it?" Twice chimed in, "Whatever it is Dabi and I will surely get it done! No matter the cost!"

Never in his life had Dabi wanted more to shove Twices' words back into his throat.

Slowly but surely, Toga's signature grin crept onto her lips as she got up from the carpet. Rummaging through her nightstand drawer, she pulled out a folded piece of paper and held it up for the two to read.

The men read aloud: " 'The U.A. Fall Dance. Be Plus Ultra or be square!'. "

[myhoodacademia-deactivated20240]

afro puffs

pairing | none (yuuta & his daughter)

word count | 0.5k

content warnings | none

Slightly wincing at the sharp feeling of the wide toothed comb currently running through her hair, your daughter sat criss-crossed on the carpeted floor of your shared home as Yuuta sat behind her, attempting to do her hair.

“Sorry angel, you okay? I’m almost done with this section, I promise.” Rubbing her shoulder in an act of reassurance, she gave him a small nod as her eyes shifted back to the children’s show playing on the TV. He’d never been more thankful for “Doc McStuffins” in his life.

Returning his focus to the section of hair at the back of her head, he was now more careful as he continued to detangle, aiming to make the process as painless as possible.

When the section looked to be as combed out as it could get, he reached down to grab a plain black hairtie from the clear container on his lap and start braiding like he’d taught himself to when he felt a tug at his pant leg.

Instantly stopping his movements, he looked down at her once more. “Did I accidentally pull too hard on your hair again?”

Shaking her head no as she met his eyes, they quickly widened into large puppy-dog ones as she jutted her lower lip out. “Could you please please pleaseee do those two puffs you done before on my hair again daddy? I don’t wanna have this style again.”

Damn it, she was smart. As soon as her pleading look registered in Yuuta’s head, he was already reaching into the container for a bubble ball tie instead. “Sure angel, what color hair tie do you want?”

“Mmm, purple.”

Pulling out two purple bubble ball ties as he grabbed one of the sections, the brush and container of gel that sat next to him was used to slick down any waves or humps that formed. Pulling her hair through the hair tie twice as his tongue slightly peeked out in concentration, he repeated the same on the opposite side.

Smoothing down the front of her hair one last time as he aimed to make the puffs look just like the ones he saw on Youtube, he left a kiss directly on the middle part between the two. “Done. Do you like it?”

Worried that she somehow wouldn’t like it as she excitedly got up and sped towards the bathroom, he let out a small sigh of relief as he heard a squeal come from the hallway. “I LOVE THEM! Thank you daddy!”

A smile grew on his lips as he got up and stood in the bathroom doorway, watching as she admired the hairstyle in the mirror. Because of her small height, she had to stand on the rim of the large bathtub in front of it.

Suddenly turning away from the mirror to jump into his arms, he let out a startled yelp as he managed to catch her, shifting her over to one of his arms. Letting out a giggle, she wrapped her arms around him as he pressed another kiss to the apple of her brown cheeks.

“You’re welcome sweetheart, I’m glad you do.”

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[katsuflossy]

This is a reminder that i worship the very ground Maki steps on

[katsuflossy]

🌷🌼 Send this to ten bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep the game going! (no pressure <3)🌼🌷

Thank you Rumi ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[mypimpademia]

HAPPY 1 YEAR JUICY!! can I have a smau with sero and reader tyna decide where to eat? Like they can't decide what they want? Thank you so much!

Sero x reader

TW: none

Note: TY RUMI💖

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[myhoodacademia-deactivated20240]

JJK CHARACTERS + THE TYPES OF BRAIDS THEY’D LOVE ON THEIR BLACK S/O

feat. Itadori, Megumi, Gojo, Nobara

inspired by @hvnlymha’s BNHA version here

lil side note: might do a part 2 because I wanted to do sum more but that 10-photo limit got on me

ITADORI YUUJI

BUTTERFLY LOCS

stopp because he would be all over you whenever you get these done

his reaction to seeing you with butterfly locs for the first time would be mad cute— he just mouths the word “wow” while admiring you for a couple seconds

he knows it probably took a long time to get them done, so he showers you with his appreciation for them whenever he can

he’s so captivated it’s adorable

bonus points if you get them done in a color different from your natural hair or if one loc isn’t like the others, because he’s tryna figure out how you did it

he wants to know more about anything relating to your hair really, since he wants to be able to help out with it more

“wait, so these are sealed with glue?”

“yeah, on the ends so they don’t unravel.”

“woah, that’s cool”

sits with & encourages you to keep going during the hours-long process of taking them out after a while

he’s a very persistent but helpful motivator, mainly because he’s happy to do anything for you while you’re in the middle of taking them out

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

BOX BRAIDS

loves how simple yet attractive they are

especially when you decorate them with various lil gold bands and cuffs, he thinks the gold touches look pretty on you

“you look really nice today.”

*cue yuuji, nobara, and gojo gassing him up behind you when he finally says it*

he loves seeing them down and over your shoulders, braids framing your face

he stares at the neat square parts whenever you’re laying down in his lap, his fingers thumbing down your braids

him oiling your scalp for you is always really calming and intimate, because it’s a comfortable silence between y’all while he works the oil in with slow movements

him and his unruly hair NEED a bonnet, so after some constant nagging he even agrees to have matching ones

y’all got a whole pic together of both of your matching jumbo bonnets on and it’s so cute

he always silently places it on your head the nights that you forget

and speaking of nights... he tries his best to comfort you during those first nights with box braids, letting you lay your head on his chest while you (try) to go to sleep

GOJO SATORU

GODDESS BRAIDS

the moment you walked in with these done, he dead felt like his infinity had activated and he was floating

he even lets out a loud wolf whistle. he’s a lil shit but he really does love them alot

whatever length they are, he’s instantly attracted by the way they sway back and forth whenever you walk

he likes playing with the curly pieces whenever you’re right next to him, twirling the strands around his finger

would 100% try to attempt the style on a mannequin head he bought just for this because he thinks it looks easy to do

yeah... he stopped halfway and claimed that he didn’t want to continue because he “didn’t want to put your current stylist out of buisness”

loves when you recieve compliments and attention for your hair in public, cause he agrees and knows that you’re gorgeous (but he still makes it clear that you’re his)

he’ll often come up behind you to rest his chin on the top of your head, but if your scalp is still tender and he knows that he’ll opt for your shoulder instead

he loves the lingering sweet smell of the products you use whenever he does

NOBARA KUGISAKI

PASSION TWISTS

she loves any sort of twists on you tbh; senegalese, marley, havana, you name it

twists in general just look so pretty, and they seem incredibly versatile

however it was passion twists specifically that caught her eye when she first saw you with them, and ever since then she’s been obsessed with the style

if itadori’s vocal about his love for your hair, imagine that x2 with nobara

asks demands for pictures of your hair whenever you get it done, always making sure to spam you with compliments and praise on how good you look

like gojo, she also loves seeing you recieve compliments about your hair from other people in public

she’ll flaunt tf out of you being her s/o too, she knows she bagged a baddie

her favorite style to see them in would have to be when they’re up in a high ponytail, two twists left in the front

she helps when it’s finally time to take them down, taking over when you start to get tired and keeping you occupied by talking to you about something she heard

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[katsuflossy]

hey stink🙄❤

Hi stinka 🥰💖💖

[melanimed]

𝕊𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕

pairing: momo yaoyorozu x fem!reader

warning: aged up characters, fluff

w/c: 0.8k

summary: stressed about work, momo gets a surprise from you at work

a/n: this is for @bnhapocuties pride collab! I hope you all enjoy it.

A sigh passed through Momo’s painted lips as she strummed onto the hard wood of her desk. The low roar of her agency rumbled behind her office door, the pressure on her head intensifying glazing down at her paperwork. Her painted fingers attempted to rub the irritating headache away, but it persisted, draining her of her energy and focus. She needed to get this paperwork filed and due by the end of the day if she wanted to go home on time.

Momo sighed once more covering her dark eyes. All she wanted right now was to be held by you, cozy on the couch with one another watching silly cooking shows she was infatuated with. She’d do anything to feel that tranquility of being in your arms, feeling the warmth of your smile as you pressed your lips against her cheek. She loved you so much it hurt sometimes.

“Ms. Yaoyorozu…” a voice called out. Momo’s eyes widened snapping out of her fantasy as she looked up at her secretary by her door, knocking the wood with her finger. Her secretary graced a small smile, in her hands a vase of flowers.

“We just received this delivery for you, ma’am,” she stated, placing the bouquet down on her desk. The bouquet was beautiful, fashioning various pink and purple flowers, fashioned in a blue-tinted vase and bow. A smile fell on Momo’s lips leaning into to smell one of the beautiful pink roses, its sweet aroma filling her senses.

“These are so beautiful ma’am! Do you know who sent them?” her secretary asked. Momo chuckled, swiping a long loose strand of her hair away from her eyes. Her cheeks filled with pink, her eyes softening looking at the petals.

“Yes...I do. Thank you for bringing these in for me,” Momo replied. Her secretary flashed a kind smile before bowing her head and leaving her office. Hearing her door close, Momo reached out, playing with one of the stems of the flowers—rotating it back and forth.

“Pink roses for elegance, joy, and admiration…” Momo trailed off, her eyes drifting onto the other flowers.

“Purple roses for love at first sight…” she muttered, hands now feeling the cold glass of the vase.

“And blue for loyalty and trust,” she finished. Her smile widened as she erupted in a fit of laughter, raising her hands to try to quiet her joyous giggles. She flipped her hair to the side, looking outside the window of her office that looked down on Mastafu below.

“God, you’re so cheesy, my love…”

Momo turned the keys into her penthouse, heels clicking on the hard floors. She immediately took her shoes off walking out into the living room. Her eyebrows quirked up, eyes scanning the room to see if she could see you.

“Love...?! Baby…?! Where are you…!?” she called out, voice echoing out to the large space. The sweet aroma of food alerted her to where you were. She headed to the kitchen, noticing the disarray. Flour littered the once polish marble counters as pots and pans were thrown all across. You sat on the barstool, flour caked onto your once clean skin and hair. Momo exhaled, before smiling.

“What have you gotten yourself into this time (Y/n)?” she asked as she walked over to you. She leaned over, giving you a quick peck which you happily returned. Momo’s hand caressed your cheek trying to wipe off the white substance on it.

“...Well...I wanted to surprise you before you got home. It seemed that I messed up the first time so I had to rush and try again,” you murmured. Momo tilted her head confused about what you were implying. You jumped up running over to the cabinet, revealing a homemade messy cake.

It was chocolate, rainbow sprinkles spread across it. In shaky lettering, it read ‘happy pride’. Momo laughed once more seeing the state of the cake. Her observation was spot on, you really were in a hurry.

“You burned the first one, huh?” Momo asked, wiping a tear from her eye. You bit your lip, looking down onto the ground in embarrassment before nodding—cheeks feeling particularly hot. Her lips met with your cheeks, holding the cake with you.

“I love it. Just like I loved the bouquet you sent me. Thank you, baby,” she whispered out. You sighed in relief looking back up at your girlfriend.

“I love you,” you hummed. She leaned in—grinning ear-to-ear— nose touching with yours.

“I love you so much more…” Momo cooed. She placed the cake back on the counter before pulling her white sleeves up from her work blouse.

“Now, why don’t we clean you up before enjoying your lovely cake. Plus, I have my own surprise to give you,” Momo chimed, wrapping an around your shoulder. Your head leaned onto her shoulder as you let your eyes flutter close. The familiar scent of her perfume was calming as she leaned her own head against yours affectionately.

“I have to spoil my darling for spoiling me so much today.”

[katsuflossy]

ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕙!💜💜

HAPPY belated JUNETEENTH YALL

[katsuflossy]

I fell for a yt boy💀

HIS SINGING VOICE IS JUST 💞💞💞💞

We will never be free.

[katsuflossy]

hi shawty it’s been a minute how u been 😩

Cookieeee 🥺🥺 yeah this ain’t like days late

I miss talking to you bruv 😩 I’m good just been swamped but I’m okay now

How’s you 🥺

[katsuflossy]

HI NI I LOVE YOU SM AND I MISS YOU

IMMA START BOTHERING YOU MORE

LMAO PLS I LOVE AND MISS YOU TOO

Imma start coming on more often 😭 real life pulled me away from tumblr

Yess come and bother me more I missed you like crazy 🤧💜💜

[house-of-elves-archive]

Ocean Man (Siren!Shinso x Black.Gender Neutral!Reader)

Warnings: Cursing, Attempted drowning kind of.

One thing's obvious, it had eyes.

The person, the monster, the creature -- whatever it was, had a stunning set of lavender orbs that eyed you with constricted pupils, intent to kill.

It had hair too; a wild indigo mane that was sticking up, out, and every which way while the rest of its body stayed submerged underwater.

A good minute or so had passed as the contact remained between you and the creature. Blood ran cold through your veins, colder than the air around you. Cautiously shooting backwards, you felt around the back of the canoe for the paddle with your gaze still fixed on the creature.

Unfortunately, it had seemed to notice your attempt at escape and began to submerge itself completely under.

This made your heart skip a beat as you made a frantic dive for the paddle, not caring how it made the canoe wobble. What you did care about, however, was the pale webbed hands that had emerged from the water, reaching for your luggage.

Eyes widening at the scene, you managed to find your voice and shriek out, "NO!"

Lunging for the paddle you managed to grab the end of the handle, pulling it back with all your might.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKING SEA BASTARD," You screamed, "Gimme my fuckin' paddle!"

The creature had risen with the top half of its face showing once again, this time the eyes wrought with testing ferocity; it was challenging you.

In turn, your brows furrowed as all anxiety had been replaced with a rush of determination. You grit your teeth and jerked the handle back and it pulled the creature forward along with it. It's eyes widened at your resolve.

Your lips curling up into an almost maniacal grin, you chuckle victoriously, "Yeah, you thought you had me, huh?"

While off your guard the creature had pulled the bow back with full force, making the stem slip to through your fingers.

"No no no no-" You stretched out your hand but came grasping at air as the creature swam backwards, letting the rest of its body rise as it did so.

If the hair wasn't an eye-catching feature before, you now had a set of ear fins to add on to the list. Your mouth parted in awe as your eyes traveled down his pale abdomen, with gills moving slowly as they took in the water below.

Shaking your head, you forced yourself to look back up at the... man? Some kind of merman, whose lips curled into the smallest of smiles, twirling your paddle in one hand as he looked upon you condescending.

You gulped, "H-hey man..."

He tilts his head in reply.

You put your hand up in a defensive gesture, "I know we got off on the wrong foot but... I'm gonna need that back, alright?"

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It's my first one of making these! Part 2 coming soon! Hope you enjoy! - Nae

[theyscreamjade]

Just got a big brain request!

So I read some fuckboy!hc’s and would love to request head cannons of fuck boys Hawks, Bakugo, and Dabi reacting to getting attached to their recent fuck buddy! She’s not sad or angry when they do the whole thot speech on “no strings attached” and it was “outta fun”, she only cares about fucking her niggas safely and that there’s no std’s.

Reader has the curves, the wap, vaccum throat for head, and an amazing personality but isn’t too phased with players and can easily leave em to squat on someone else’s dick. However, said men grow possessive and fall for the reader who dead ass tells them she’s gonna end the fwb relationship because she wants someone who loves her to blow her back out. It’s up to you if they change for her or if she finds someone else

Desires

Hey my beauties, I hope you all are having a great night! It’s been a while…again. Sorry for the lack of posts lately, I’ve been dealing with a few bull crap for a while throughout this summer.

18+! (Anyone who’s underaged will be blocked!)

Disclaimer: Cursing, Sexual Acts, & Toxic Relationships.

* Let’s talk about fuckboy Bakugou okay?

* Now, at first it was a one night stand after going to the club with Kirishima but honey..

* You put a spell on him and with the greatness of Instagram, he found you again.

* He sat out rules ahead though after the second session and three rounds back to back.

* He didn’t want you wrapped up in the bullshit of his status and plus, he didn’t want any villain to take advantage of the fact he was dating someone. You’d be a instant target, so he simply said you two were fuck buddies.

* You completely understood and accepted.

* Now, to the good part. When he texts you, you better answer or he’ll just pop the fuck up.

* He doesn’t even wait until you can respond when he walks in, all undergarments better be gone because he needs that quickie.

* The number of times he’s pounded you right at the damn door is a full-blown shame.

* But when he finally got a company car, that unleashed a whole new side of him.

* He arrives late at night, calls you and fucks you right in the backseat.

* “Mm, you love being fucked silly, don’t ya?”

* He’s bold as hell in his dark tinted car. The blonde, cocky bastards once pounded you right in the parking lot of his office, just to name a FEW of the places that he’s taken you.

* Alas, like all things, some should come to a end and trust me. He noticed.

* He noticed how there was a presence of a another guy and the change in your personality. How you once moaned his name with each slam of his hips but now simply moaned.

* Who would’ve expected that guy you were seeing to be his buddy, Kirishima?

* He found out after a round at your place and discovered the remainder of red hair dye and hair gel, a key sign he was there and he..simply cuts you off. Then and there.

* This confuses you, not only you but Kirishima because he’s lost to the reason why his buddy was acting so damn strange…it takes a few days but Bakugou snaps at Kirishima.

* In the midst of his anger, he confessed his hidden and well kept feelings. You honestly think he never thought about making you his? Hell, after getting it a third time and watching you ride him..he was ready to reconsider. You worked your unbelievable magic on him and he couldn’t hide it…he was jealous.

* That’s when everything was opened, Kirishima was actually a simple friend of yours. You two has actually met days before and you introduced him to the wonders of Göt2B and how it holds its hair without any damage. By simply being a good friend, you redid his hair and this time safely.

* How the stupid feeling and jealously seemed to wash off his body at that moment. He didn’t even say a word, he promptly grabbed his keys, got into that infamous car and drove to your place.

* The moment you caught the whiff of caramel, it angered you and you glared at the door while he did the unexpected.

* He confessed his feelings. He actually had feelings for you that you also ignored for the sake of the relationship. Your heart was pounding in your chest before the question was asked.

* “Be my girlfriend.”

* (I’ll leave that for you guys do decide on.)

* How I love him so yet his personality gives me the highest of fuckboy/one night stand vibes that it breaks my heart.

* He’s the king of one nighters and can you blame them?

* Fucking a hot guy like him? Honey, he’s irresistible.

* But when he found his way to you, discovered what that mouth and WAP can do. Oof, he was hooked!

* Fight me, but he’s a eater.

* He’s a people pleaser, you don’t think he’ll devour that blessing between your legs until your shaking? It adds to his high ass ego.

* “You taste so fuckin good, baby.”

* He’s the adventurous bastard as well, ever heard of the mile high club?

* Just imagine that without a fucking airplane. Y’all fucked midair and it was grace from god that no one even saw you two.

* His favorite times to arrive at your place is morning towards the afternoon, night shifts are his work hours. So homeboy sometimes pop up right after work, just for that fresh, piping hot WAP served fresh.

* At least he’s considerate enough to bring you breakfast from a fast food restaurant during his flight to you.

* Let’s talk about those feathers and to all my plus sized beauties? Those feathers don’t give a fuck. If they can hold endeavor over thousand pound ass, they can hold you.

* Now, being a kinky bastard that he is. If it’s late at night and that feather starts to move and tug before more simply appear and scoop you up. Honey, you’re in for a ride and I hope you’re on birth control.

* Especially during mating season, whew! He. Goes. In. Every. Time.

* He’s more observant that leads on though. He knew you were talking to someone because he discovered you on a dating site during a investigation.

* When you come clean and suggest to end the relationship after you start dating a guy…he accepts. Of course he does, but also goes about to check the guy out too.

* He doesn’t admit how jealous he is but he can’t let that go. Not that easily. He has tried to replace you but none of those girls can’t do the wonders you’ve done.

* Hell, In the end..he wants you to be happy….but he can’t let you be happy without him.

* It’ll take some time..but he’ll confess his feelings to you. However, he was too late.

* The new guy wasn’t just a boyfriend anymore. He was a fiancé and you were soon to be wed, leaving Keigo accepting the fact that was happening before him.

* Yet, he accepts this pain like his past. In absolute silence and push to work himself to the bone all over again.

* Touya is the equivalent to a fuck boy but these a bit of a deeper issue within his mind that some would seem scary.

* Your relationship starts as a complete and I mean complete accident. You two were full blown drunk and high. Even while drunk however, he brought out those daddy issues and made you scream bloody murder that your neighbors were worried.

* The hickeys that covered your body along with the slight burns on your wrists and hips weren’t satisfying but the way he put it down was an addiction.

* Touya, himself became addicted to you. How you took him with ease and didn’t have a single dry spell. Dripping wet all throughout as he made your body seem worthless.

* Touya doesn’t even have a specific time or anything. He just shows the fuck up whenever and however he wants. There’s been times you’d come home from work and he’s simply chilling in your living room and eating your chips.

* You can do ANYTHING. And he’s turned on. Something as simple as grabbing water, boom. You’re bent over at the kitchen table. And let me not get started how adventurous he is!

* He doesn’t care who or what sees. I mean, yeah. Kids are excused and the elderly but you’re talking to a man who fucked you inside convince store.

* He doesn’t care, he fucked you against a giant window, in front of mirrors, in a Ferris Wheel. The list goes on.

* “Mmm, you want to be seen huh? The way your squeezing this dick, I would think so.”

* Again, like all things it must come down an end.

* Touya’s a wanted man and made such a significant and traumatic impact on you and others life’s.

* It honestly pained you to see how much he hates his own family all because of the bullshit his father pushed and out him through.

* He never spoken about but once and that was the first time you two had done it.

* You couldn’t handle the risk of being caught up in his shit so you cut it of instead of him.

* The moment you start dating a new man, a old feeling I rushed through your veins. Touya was an addiction you couldn’t just stop, especially when he had full control. He knew your body, he knew how to turn you on.

* He didn’t give a rats ass who the hell was your supposed new boyfriend, you’re his. His possible possessive tendencies could come out and..if the new guy is found in a pile of crisp one day by a officer.

* It’s just another body to add to the long list of Dabi murders but to him?

* It’s a fucker that got too close.

[mypimpademia]

Hi , I first want to say I love your work and thank you for putting on for us black readers!!!❤️ Its nice to be included for once ❤️ Anyways I was wondering if you can write a fic about Ochako shading Bakugo and reader sticks up for him immediately! And he’s just looking at her with heart eyes because that’s his baby and she’s hot when she gets mad especially if it’s cause someone was being shady towards her man.

— Watch It

Bakugo x black!reader

TW: Swearing, verbal fighting

Note: tyy, and ofc, I love providing for us💖 this took a min to get out, but I hope you enjoy😭🙏🏾 I assumed black reader bc of how the request started off so-

At first, you and Katsuki seemed like an unlikely pair.

He was a loud mouth arrogant hot head, and you didn't take shit from anyone. You often clashed in the beginning, but after some strange turns, you actually realized you fit together perfectly, and ended up being best friends (but you still fought a lot).

You were prone to defend your friends when you felt the need to do so, which was often what caused the fights between you and Katsuki considering he always had a bone to pick with someone. But nonetheless, he was still someone you considered a friend, so you'd defend him like one too.

"C'mon Deku, you're overthinking it, you're not bad at all. You could be... some arrogant hot head or something, y'know, like a certain someone." Uraraka said, slightly glaring in Katsuki's direction.

You couldn't help but overhear and catch her stare, and it didn't sit well with you at all.

"Now I know she's not talkin' 'bout you." You growled, face twisting in anger.

Usually, you wouldn't be this mad, you'd simply tell the person to watch their mouth and move on. But the fact that she was taking shots at Katsuki made something in you snap.

Of course, Uraraka had a point, even you knew it. But if she had a problem she could say it up front or take it up with you.

"Who the hell cares? I don't get a damn about what the extra has to say about me if she is. Wait- did you just call me an arrogant hot head?" Katsuki tried to ask, but you were already up and out of your seat, headed towards Uraraka.

"Uraraka, I know you not throwin' shade at Katsuki right now." You barked.

She decided to play the dumb game, tilting her head to the side and raising an eyebrow at you.

"At Katsuki? Huh-" Uraraka tried to say, feigning her innocence. But you weren't about to be made out like a fool by her of all people.

"Fuck you mean 'huh', bitch? I know I didn't stutter. And yes Katsuki. You right he is an arrogant hot head, we all know it, but if you can't say it straight up– don't say it." You hissed.

The fact that she continued to play dumb afterwards only fanned the flames, and you were just about ready to punch her lights out.

But unbeknownst to you, Bakugo was still seated, but he was listening.

And he swears nothing has ever made him so attracted to someone. Normally he hated when people defend him, he thought it made him seem weak. But there was something about the way you went about it that rubbed him in all the right ways.

"Look officer airhead, I'm two steps away from knocking you in the skull. Keep his name out of your mouth or I'll actually do it. And next time you got a problem, speak on it or sleep on it, because if I catch you sneak dissing again you're getting a black eye and I'm getting suspended." You swore.

Uraraka nervously bit her lip and gulped. Izuku started pulling her away from you, saying that you should probably go separate ways before something happens.

"Whatever, just make sure she watches it... let's go Katsu." You grumbled, grabbing Katsuki's arm and pulling him away.

Honestly, Katsuki was blushing a little... and maybe even realized that that "something about you" was actually a crush.

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