Please please please stop telling yourself that your favourite character wouldn't look at you twice, wouldn't like you, wouldn't love you. Because they would. They would. I don't care what your excuses or reasons are, stop it.
Stop saying those things about yourself, even as a joke. Actually, especially as a joke. Shit like that gets in your head - it's hard to feel good about yourself or even okay about yourself if someone is always being mean to you.
I'm willing to listen to myself on this one thing, and so should you.
Let yourself have this one thing, okay? You deserve it.
Your favourite character loves you. Yes, even if they kill everything and everyone. Yes, even if they're awful and deserve what happened to them. Yes, even if they're an irredeemable villain. Yes, even for whatever reason or excuse you're thinking of as you read this.
They. Love. You.
No questions, no hesitations.
Just love, and a great big squishy cuddle for the love of their life.
the fact that virtually nothing changed in mha society is giving me hives because what do you mean the hero ranking system - which is so deeply capitalist it makes my blood boil - is still in place? what do you mean every member of the lov is either dead or in a worse position from where they started? what do you mean that people in society who everyone ignored or that whole entire systems let down were just thrown away like trash? what do you mean no heroes were held accountable for the harm they caused? i’m about to write so much fucking fic because how the fuck else am I to move on
based on this prompt list: ²⁾ “you’re telling me you really have nowhere better to be than here today?”
cws: FLUFF THIS IS SO FLUFFY WHO AM I, shigaraki is a pining mess, no quirks au, I know nothing about actual corporate offices except that I hate them lol
wc: 600 (a wee babe)
Shigaraki Tomura is not doing well.
For starters, he’s staring down the barrel at a year-long, cry-into-your-pillow-every-night kind of crush, and the object of his affection is literally standing outside of his house in the rain, asking to come in.
On Valentine’s Day.
He’s pretty sure his brain is visibly leaking out of his ears.
“Tomu, are you all right?”
You’d think after months of working in an office together, he’d have a handle on being normal around you, but apparently that’s not the case today. The nickname makes his heart hammer so loudly he can barely hear himself answer.
“You’re telling me you have nowhere better to be today than here?”
Thunder claps overhead. Rain starts pouring down in earnest, pounding the pavement behind you. He ushers you into the entryway, trying to keep his cool when you steady yourself on his forearm to toe off your shoes. Your shirt clings to the curve of your waist in a way he does not trust himself to look at too closely.
“What’s that supposed to mean? I like hanging out with you.”
You can’t be serious. It's you. The last person in the world he expected to be alone on today.
"You know what day it is."
You level him a look. "I do, actually. I have this thing called a calendar. I think you also have one installed on your phone?"
"Ha ha, marketing monkey."
You poke your tongue out at him. "Whatever, creepy IT guy."
He’s happy to sink into this routine, actually. It’s familiar. Touya calls it flirting; Tomura tries not to call it anything.
"I did get you something, though," you say. "For Valentine’s Day."
You hand him a simple red box tied off with a silver bow.
"Don’t laugh too hard at it, okay? I tried."
You’re never uncertain. He noticed that about you right away, assumed you’d be standoffish and rude because of it just like all of his other coworkers.
But you hadn’t been. You’d been kind in the way that made his teeth hurt.
He opens the box slowly, almost reverently. Inside are small, homemade chocolates, all molded in a somewhat clumsy likeness of his dog Mon.
Fuck.
He stares into the box, dumbfounded.
Sure, you play League with him on the weekends, and yes, he’s gone over the days you have coffee with him so many times they're seared into his brain, but that doesn’t mean you like him.
Except—
This is a lovely, hand-crafted gift that makes him feel so wanted he could actually drown in the feeling. It has to mean something. Right?
“Tomu?”
He snaps himself out of it.
"This is, umm." Shit, he actually has no idea what to say. He looks at you, which is a bad idea, because now all he can think about is how fucking pretty you look in his house, next to his things, bending down to greet Mon as he flies from downstairs to greet you.
"That bad, huh?" You pretend to joke, ruffling Mon's ears.
"No!" he all but shouts, wincing mentally before crouching down beside you. Mon rolls over to show off his belly.
"It's the best gift I've ever gotten," he tells you. "No one's ever made me something like this."
And because no one has ever made him something like this, Tomura takes a chance.
"Do you want to stay? You can run a bath while I grab some food and we can make a day of it?"
You grab his hand and thread your fingers through his, beaming.
A/n: I decided to try an idea that just popped into my big bulky brain because yes! This features: Mirio, Tamaki, Shigaraki, Midoriya & Bakugo
Extra A/n: Requests are open, feel free to request anything!
TOGATA Mirio -
He first met you after the fight with Overhaul. You and a bunch of students with healing quirks rushed into the room. Right before he fainted from blood loss, he saw your face. You were beautiful even with the serious expression on your face. You watched in amazement as he rushed out of his hospital room to go see Sir Nighteye.
When he got back to UA, he was helping students train by using him as a civilian in need. While coming back into the school, he saw you at the window. You looked up, saw him and waved. He waved back while Nejire watched with a smirk.
"You like her, don't you?"
"I do."
"Wow! So forward Mirio! Are you gonna ask her out?"
He nods. The thing is you are the second person to ever make him nervous. Like extremely nervous. You had a somewhat serious personality. He's rarely seen you smile. That's his main goal!
"I'm going to ask her out tomorrow!"
When tomorrow came, Mirio was sweating so bad. Even Tamaki was frightened.
"Mirio, you could always wait another day."
"No, I'm gonna do it today!"
You were usually in the medical office alone since Recovery Girl said you were fully capable of doing so. You see his tall frame in the middle of the doorway and peer over. A single pink tulip in his shaking hand.
"Did your stitches open again?" You question, quickly standing from your chair.
"N-No. I'm fine Y/n."
You raise an eyebrow at him and then eye the tulip.
"I-I wanted to ask you something Y/n."
"Go on."
"Would you like to go on a date-"
All of a sudden, he goes through the floor and his clothing. When he reappears, he's bare, booty, butt naked! Now you're both flustered and in complete shock. You turn your back to him and let out a breath. He can see your shoulders moving slightly. Were you laughing? He couldn't help but smile when he heard your snort.
"I - I haven't laughed like that in a long time! But yes, I will go out with you Togata."
He hands you the tulip and smiles at you.
"I'm glad!"
"You're still naked Togata."
"Oh right..."
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AMAJIKI Tamaki -
He always thought you were pretty; he's seen you around school sometimes. He was walking with Mirio and Neijire to go to Class 1-A when he saw you rushing to class. You gave him a small wave before continuing to your class. His face went red from the interaction.
"Someone caught your eye, Amajiki?" Neijire said, elbowing him softly in the arm.
He simply let out a groan and kept walking. During the representation of the Big 3, all he could think about was you. Even at lunch, he was just thinking of you and sighing. A confident person like yourself wouldn't want to be with him anyway.
"How about you just ask them Tamaki. It wouldn't hurt."
"It could."
"How about we all come with you to talk to her. We'll keep our distance."
He couldn't believe he agreed to those terms. He was extremely nervous already. Neijire found out your favorite flower and where you eat the most. He saw you talking to your friend outside, the sun making your skin and eyes glow like stars.
"Let's hurry Amajiki." She shoves a bouquet of [F/f]s into his hand and opens the door for him.
Soon your friend walks away and leaves you at the fountain. You mess with the water with your quirk. Amajiki approaches you nervously.
"Hey there, Amajiki! What's u-"
You catch sight of your favorite flowers and then Neijire in the background who was looking but quickly directed her attention back to Mirio.
"Are - Are those-" You couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the flowers. That's why Neijire was asking you those questions.
You take the flowers from Tamaki, accidentally brushing hands. Tamaki starts to fall backward into the fountain, but you use your quirk to gently cradle him with the water. You see Neijire and Mirio rush over to see what happened to Tamaki.
"He - He fainted. I can assume what he wanted to ask."
"And?" Neijire inquires, staring between you and Tamaki.
"I'll let him know whenever he wakes up. Will me answering directly make him faint again?"
"Probably..."
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SHIGARAKI Tomura -
(Takes place right before the battle in season 7 :) )
You were the one that gave him a lot of things. Dare I say a purpose. You were All for One's right hand and helped Shigaraki get started. AFO ordered you to stay with him for the first couple of years and then come back to him to work. Shigaraki's feelings grew for you after he saw what you could do and offer. He invited you into the League of Villains, but you declined and explained why you couldn't join.
He blamed his 'father' for being such a pain in the ass. You'd came back once and only once talking about a certain kid that AFO wanted for his quirk. But he can finally see you, without his father taking you away from him. He could almost cry when he saw you.
"Y/n..."
You turn around and face your boss. The city was in ruins all around.
"Shigaraki."
He walks over to you and leans against a big piece of rubble.
"I wanted to ask you something, if we're both alive after this."
A loud blast of wind shoots through the sky and you both direct your attention there. It's the kid that he was after. He brings you in for a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Get as far away from the city as possible."
He shoots into the air and leaves you amongst the rubble.
"WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANTED TO ASK ME!?"
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MIDORIYA Izuku -
As soon as Izuku saw you walking down the hallway to your next class, he gathered his courage to speak to you. He simply waves and you wave back as you walk over to him.
“Hey Izuku! What’s up?”
“Y/n, what class are you coming from?”
He looks you up and down, noticing the stains on your face and clothes.
“Oh, Hatsume blew something up again and I was trying to help her fix it. We’re both fine, thank goodness.”
He nods along and adds onto the conversation before asking you a question. At least trying to…
“Y/n…”
“Izuku…”
“Would - would you like to go-“
All of a sudden, he is gone in a flash. You frantically look around trying to find where he went. Iida snatched him up by his hero costume and bought him right in front of their classroom. He runs back up to you and looks at you while adjusting his glasses.
“We were talking Iida…”
“It’ll have to wait, you should get to class L/n.”
Iida runs back to class 1-A and drags Izuku inside. His face was very red. Even from far away you could see it.
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BAKUGO Katsuki -
He really loved your quirk and you of course. He just didn’t know how to say it. He would stare at you a lot but turned and pretended to do something when you looked his way. To his friends, it was absolutely adorable how he was treating you.
He helped you during training and always shared some of his snacks with you. His friend group would watch in amazement, he was very territorial with his spicy chips and noodles. And they finally decided to confront him about it.
“Do you like L/n?”
“What are you trying to say?!”
“Why are you dodging my question?” Mina raised an eyebrow and smirked.
He simply scoffed and munched on his chips.
You entered the common area with a blanket wrapped around your shoulder. You said hello to everyone before sitting down next to Bakugo.
“I thought you were going to bed L/n.”
“I was but it’s so fucking cold in my room. I came out here to sit next to my personal heater.” You lean on Bakugo’s shoulder.
His friends whisper to each other before fake yawning and saying they were heading to their rooms. You say bye to them and huddle close to Bakugo.
Katsuki could feel his face heating up. He was unusually sweaty. He’s never sweated this bad before, only when in combat for his quirk.
“Y/n. Can I ask you something?”
“Mhm…” Your tired eyes looked into his red ones.
“I…I.” He looks at your lips and then back at your eyes. You’re smiling.
You’re both leaning in closer to each other and slowly closing your eyes. Then the door opens wide to reveal Deku. He came back from his run and his eyes widen when he sees the both of you.
“Uh… I’m gonna go.” He quickly speed walks to the hallway as Katsuki glares at him.
“Damned Deku…”
His eyes meet yours again and you both lean in again. You hear someone’s throat clear but ignore it and try to continue. Your eyes shoot open when you see Aizawa standing there, using his scarf to pull you both away from each other.
“It’s past curfew. Go to bed.”
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A/n: Again… requests are open and check my pinned post to see who I write for.
Okay I don’t know if you’ve heard of this before… but going to the gym with boyfriend bakugou and you’re doing the captains chair and about to have a coregasm (if you haven’t heard of it it’s like when women are doing that specific exercise the muscles contract in a certain way and it makes them orgasm) and he’s all like come on do one more but you’re trying not to cum…
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i never wrote something like this before ! i hope i caught your idea correctly <3
this is lowk him talking you through it lolol
timeskip bf!bakugo x fem!reader nsfw !!
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the gym smells like rubber mats and metal and bakugo’s cologne—clean, strong, him.
you’re on the captain’s chair, forearms braced, fingers gripping the handles tighter than necessary. knees lift, core tightens, breath stutters.
bakugo stands a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes sharp like he’s clocking every tremor in your body.
“keep goin’,” he says. “don’t cheat.”
you swear under your breath as you lower your legs again. the burn is deep now, not just in your abs—lower, tighter. your muscles contract in a way that makes your body tingle.
your thighs shake, heat coils low in your stomach, unfamiliar and way too intense for something that’s supposed to be a workout. your breathing goes uneven, lips parting before you can stop it and bakugo notices immediately.
“…you good?” he asks, brow furrowing, voice rougher than before.
you nod too fast, “yeah, m’fine.”
but when you lift your knees again, your body betrays you—core locking up, muscles clenching hard, sharp pleasure shooting through you like a snapped wire. your legs falter mid-air and you moan softly.
bakugo steps closer. “hey. don’t stop now,” he says, smirking a little. “one more. you got it.”
you shake your head, eyes squeezing shut, “katsuki—”
“one more,” he repeats, quieter now, close enough that you can feel his presence like pressure. “you’re strong, you got the best of the best training you. now finish it.”
your abs contract again, involuntary this time, and you bite down on your lip to keep from making a sound. your whole body is tense, toes curling, breath caught somewhere between control and collapse.
bakugo’s smirk fades, “…oh,” he murmurs, finally getting it.
you're shaking more violently now, almost as if you’re orgasming then and there. your knees still up, body wound tight as a bowstring. bakugo's eyes are dark and hungry as he takes in your state, recognizing it immediately. the flush on your cheeks, the way you're gripping the handles like they're the only thing keeping you grounded.
”fuck,” he mutters under his breath before stepping closer. one hand comes to rest low on your back, thumb rubbing slow circles against your sweat-slick skin. “let go," he says quietly. "i gotcha."
his words send a shiver down your spine and it's enough to push you over the edge. pleasure crashes through you in waves as your core spasms almost violently around nothing at all. bakugo keeps his hand steady against your back, anchoring you even as his own breathing grows heavier.
“shit...that was hot," he rasps when it finally starts to go away. "i can't believe i never knew that could happen..." he helps you down from the captain's chair, his hands lingering on your hips as he pulls you flush against him.
you can feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing insistently against your stomach and it sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you. "let’s get out of here, yeah?” bakugo says, voice low and rough with desire.
♥︎ tomura shigaraki x reader. + quality time. canonverse.
tomura hovers. he’s like a shadow on you, always trailing just behind without a word. you really can’t get any peace.
going to the store? he had some errands to run anyway. watching tv? he’s on the couch beside you making avid commentary despite the fact that he “doesn’t watch your stupid show.” slipping away to use the bathroom? he’d better come too, just in case.
he doesn’t always talk a lot (though if you engage him in a debate he won’t shut up for the next two hours…) and usually brings his own things to do, too. he just likes existing in your space. he just likes that you let him.
he loves you - absolutely, without a doubt. even so, there are still things you do that irk him to no end. is it endearing? well, maybe. but still annoying nonetheless.
for one, he hates when you wear lipstick. he hates the red stains you leave behind, how every press of your pretty lips marks him like a brand. hates how easily it smears, ruining the natural beauty of your face. don't you know you don't need things like that? all it does is make a mess.
not to mention, they're a pain to clean off his skin. it'd be easier if he asked for your help, but you know how he is. he settles for grumbling after every kiss mark, muttering under his breath about having to scrub his already sensitive neck just to get rid of it. being the considerate partner you are, you decide to make things easier for him.
the next day, you buy transfer proof lipstick and immediately put it to test.
"tomuraaaaa!" you beam as you entered his room, met with the sight of him jolting in his seat, lost in playing some type of game you don't quite understand. he clocked that sly look on your face. it's adorable but he knows better than to trust the big grin you present - paired with your bright, reddened lips.
"whatever you're thinking, don't do it. i swear to fucking god y/n - don't you dare!"
but you have no mercy for the likes of him, a high pitched giggle escaping your lips. with a jump, you pounce, landing on his lap perfectly. smacking your red lips together, you nuzzle into his neck and begin peppering kisses along his skin. he groans, already exasperated, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes as if each kiss burned his skin.
"fuuuck, y/n - you're gonna stain my neck again!"
you silence him with a finger to his lips, your grin never faltering.
"maybe you'd wanna check first, hmm?"
he raises an eyebrow at your words, exhaling an unamused huff before swiping two fingers across his neck. when he brings them to his line of sight, he pauses-
oh wow.
no stain.
his eyes meet yours again, noticing the expectation in them. you bat your lashes at him, trying to gauge the reaction he's holding back. for a moment, he... doesn't actually know what to say.
because truthfully, he actually likes being marked by your kisses. no, not like - he absolutely loves it.
no matter how much he says he hates it, how hard he tries to scrub his neck clean, the residue always lingers. and when he finds it, he remembers just how much you love being affectionate with him - and it makes him hide his face somewhere soft, melting internally.
it took him a good minute to realize you were still on his lap, waiting for a reaction with an impatient frown and annoying pokes to his cheek. he caught your hand in his, glaring at you - only to soften his gaze the moment his eyes landed on your lips.
"...keep using the old one," he finally said after a while, burying his face into your shoulder, arms wrapping tightly around you.
"but-"
"no buts. just shut the fuck up and do it."
"... fine."
you close your eyes, smiling into his hair, arms circling his waist as he holds you tighter. even if he won't say it out loud, his grip says more than enough - after all, actions speak louder than words.
he likes your kisses.
especially when they mark him as yours.
a/n : hi hello sorry the end is abrupt i did intend for this to be looonger but my brain no no wanna work anymo :( i sleep now, ok?
