Random soft/sweet HCs I have for bnha characters that no one asked for:
Kirishima gives really good hugs and gives them freely
When Bakugo smiles--like actually genuinely smiles--he gets little dimples (but of course you can't point them out bc he would immediately go back to scowling if you did)
Shinso will use his quirk to help students calm down if they're having an anxiety or panic attack (he'll ask their permission first of course)
Izuku gets more freckley in the summers
Yoayorozu's love language is gift giving and she loves to make the other students random little gifts that are simple to create
Sato tries to remember everyone's birthday so he can surprise them with cookies or a cake
Students like to cling and snuggle up to Todoroki during different seasons, depending on whether they're trying to warm up or cool down (much to his dismay)
GoD these has been in my mind forever and i feel like i wanna share it somewhere LOL
So hear me out;
-Sylvie collects Squishmallows. She likes it cause they’re really soft and it comforts her. Her room would be FILLED with these things. One day Loki would just walk in her room cause he’s been trying to find her for the last 5 mins and there she is, asleep and almost hidden amongst the stuffed animals.
i can just imagine them going;
“Darling, did you order something? Theres a mailman at the door.”
“Oh its my dino squishmallow, could you get it for me please?”
“....this is your 14th squishmallow this week.”
-She loves oversized soft sweaters just bc she could attack Loki with the floppy sleeves
-Loki actually making a pillow fort with her cause he used to make one as a child with Thor but Sylvie never experienced that cause her childhood was taken away from her. She doesn’t even know what a pillow fort is.
Also;
“Darling- darling you dont need to bring every single one of your stuffed animals“
“Why not, they’ll be sad if they miss the pillow fort slumber party :(“
Edit: I see a lot of people agree with me on this post, which proves my point we all just want Soft!Sylvie. So marvel maybe if you could please reconsider-
max won’t touch hair products, so eleven usually is the one to do her hair
when max got her license she would sneak eleven out of the house for a late night drive and after they’d sit with the seats down and drink milkshakes in the dark
marigolds are max’s favorite flower
the first time they met, el was so awed by her pretty shade of red hair, she tried to reach out and touch it without thinking
eleven was always better at skateboarding than max, but only because she used her powers to keep her from falling
I have never asked for anything before and I don't know if this where I request. But uh can we have some fluffy yandereiplier x gender neutral reader? Like yandere gets jealous but instead of killing the person, Yandere just like, gets protective in a soft way? I don't know.
This sounds so cute :3 Thank's for the request!!
Fluffy Jealous Yandereiplier x Reader
* (y/n) = your name
*(y/f/n) = your friend's name
A/N: I'm not sure I did it right so if you have any constructive criticism or want it to be fluffier feel free to tell me and you can request something more!
• You two had been friends for a long time, you'd recently moved house and schools so you were new to the area and prepared to make new friends and Yanderipier loved every second of it, he loved you completely.
• Yandereiplier didn't love you at first sight. Looking back on it he thought he did but in all honesty? no
• There was no "love-at-first-glance" or romantic music swelling or cherry blossom petals falling around you, none of that.
• Instead, it was a buildup, it was a quiet but undeniable build-up.
• He fell in love with your jokes he'd hear when he was walking by With the way he'd see you handle yourself in front of others while he was across the classroom, with the way you looked at him always so kindly when you spoke to him in class, with the way you were nice to him no matter what. And he began to get infatuated with the way he'd see your smile stretch across your face when you laughed and the corners of your eyes crinkled and he knew it was a real laugh. He fell with the way you were.
• And he fell hard.
• He even started to love how you walked, memorising how you carried yourself on different days feeling different things; Your handwriting, from the notes you'd passed to others during class and he mimicked your writing down to each letter, your 'style', and how he thinks you'd look so cute in one of his sweaters, honestly everything about you that you deemed unimportant, that you may think is nothing specifically tailored for you but since it's you doing it of course he'd love it.
• And this love for you, this infatuation of you, this want-no this need to be with you, to see you happy and make you happy planted seeds in his heart that blossomed in his chest, twining between his ribs and spreading to every fibre of his being. His chest ached every night when he was alone with his thoughts and his shrine of devotion from things he borrowed from you, little things you wouldn't miss, and made in your honour. He loved you. He loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.
• He watched you whenever he could, seeing your movements, noting who made you happy, what about them made you happy and how he could replicate that in himself. He was desperate for you to feel as good as you made him feel. And he was good at it too! Until you had sneaked up on him to properly introduce yourself, making him jump and drop his notebook adorned in love hearts and glitter.
• Your smile was so warm. Infectious. His face blew up in the deepest red blush you had ever seen, but excusing it as general anxiety you mercifully didn't comment on until later on in your friendship.
• Yandereiplier.EXE has stopped functioning. Systems overheating, blushing too furiously. Shutting down speech ability.
• The heavy aching in his chest from the flower of love you unknowingly nurtured and bloomed instantly lifted when you looked at him. He felt lighter, fuller, so so happy, feeling his rapid heartbeat pounding away. He felt as if you two were the only ones in the school, in the world, in the cosmic universe. He liked that thought.
• You had crouched down to pick up his fallen notebook but he had enough composure to beat you to it, and lo and behold you brushed hands. He wanted to never wash that hand again but knew you would probably like someone with better hygiene.
• You two were good friends from then on, joking about how that moment could have been in "Anime's top 10 most romantic scenes,"
Yandereiplier would always sputter at that.
• By now it had been a few good months, you two were inseparable. He'd always be giving you gifts, things you never knew how he'd know you liked. And sometimes things that he personally liked, like his prized hello-kitty hair clips and sticker packs that only you were allowed to touch beside himself, it was like a trust pact. You'd exchange secrets, stories and gifts, sometimes, to Yan's immense pleasure, even clothes.
• He knew everything about you, from your likes to your perfume, to your tells to your fantasies.
• He thought he knew everything about your life.
• He thought he knew everyone in it.
• But he was proved wrong. So very wrong.
• When you hadn't replied to his good morning text like you do every day he was instantly filled with worry. He knew your routine, that text message went off 5 minutes after your alarm, he always wanted to be on your mind in the morning so always texted you and if the alarm failed then the text tone would wake you.
• He was pacing around wondering if he should go to your house to check on you or if doing so would overstep any boundaries, trembling at the thought you'd finally had enough of him or were in danger.
He could barely be able to survive if you'd had enough of him but he knows he wouldn't be able to live if you were in danger and he wasn't there to protect you, the very thought sinking its claws into his mind and crawling up his skin leaving a trail of frigid goosebumps in its wake.
• He grabbed his backpack and ran on out of the house way earlier than usual, sprinting to your house with the toast from breakfast in his mouth since he didn't have the time to spare to eat it at home on his way to yours.
• And when he got to your house, his stomach fell and the blooming flower in his heart burnt with a fire that licked at his skin, scathing his organs and clogging his lungs with thick smoke and reducing his once light and happy heart to cinders. And with the last embers he possessed, he managed to find the will to take the toast out of his mouth and say "Hey (y/n),"
• You turned around to see him, overjoyed as your two best friends will now get to meet each other! "Yan! Hi!" you said still hugging your friend, "This is (y/f/n), they surprise visited me today!"
• Yan gave a meek wave, too enraptured by the biggest smile he'd ever seen on your face, every vein in his body burning with guilt and anger he wasn't able to make you smile like that.
• (y/f/n) turned to see Yan and greeted them happily, still clinging on to you, "So you're Yan? Nice to meet you," they smiled.
• Yandereiplier would have said a curt hello, probably just ignored them completely were it not for the twitch of guilt he knows he'd feel to be seen as rude in front of you.
• "Hello (y/f/n). Nice to meet you too," he strained to smile
• And it was like that for the whole day because your friend not only had to walk you to school instead of Yan, but they furthered their surprise by spending the day at the school for some stupid transfer day and it was ruining everything. They weren't supposed to be able to touch you like that! Yan, as much as he hated the thought of you being uncomfortable, did try to look for any sign you were in discomfort but knew every conclusion was his bias.
• They had their arm around your shoulder. They made you laugh and smile all day but he loves your smile too much to be angry at that but his mind did wander to different ways to torture them should they be the cause of your smile vanishing. He watched, gripping his pen tightly in frustration as he watched from across the classroom how close you two were, how you easily talked fondly of secrets that had taken him months for you to be willing to share, you were joking, teasing each other, sitting closely, swapping stationary, whispering, the pen broke and splattered ink all over his hand and his work.
• What did they have that he didn't? What did they have he couldn't replicate in himself? What did he have to do to get you to love him as much as you obviously love them in whatever way you do.
• You were all sitting together at lunch, Yan quietly eating from his bento box while still, you and your friend talked. The rage still bubbling and blistering inside of him. But he kept quiet. He began shaking, anger coursing through his blood attacking all his thoughts. But he kept quiet. The heavy weight in his chest returning, aching for you once again despite being just a bit away, the crippiling aching. But he tried his best to keep quiet. The need to be the one by your side, to not only see you happy but make you happy, the need to be the one there making you happy because if it's not him then that means he- ... That means you don't need him. If someone else can make you happy just like you deserve to be then.. then it doesn't matter if it's him. If anyone can do it then he isn't needed specifically. You don't need him. Not like how he needs you.
• A shaky breath shook from his lungs, as he placed his chopsticks back in his lunch, the food now making him nauseous.
• His mind iitches to darker thoughts. Of hurting your friend. Of taking you far away so you rely on him; so you need him.
• ...
• No.
• No that isn't right he hates that.
• You'll never love him if he ever did anything like that.
• You deserve so much better than that.
• So, instead of waiting for you to love him as much as you do (y/f/n)
• He'll make you fall for him. No one can be him except himself and in that way, even if it's only in that way, he is irreplaceable. And you deserve someone as devoted as him.
• He marched back on out there pouting heavily as he watched you two sitting so close. He's on a mission.
• He takes all of his courage and he sits beside you, blushing like crazy to the point your friend thinks he's sick but he assures them he's fine as he offers you some of his bento, offering to feed you with his chopsticks so he can lean in close and try feel you blush too.
• Yan touches you more throughout the day, all where you're comfortable and have previously said you're okay being touched, trading books you brush fingers, he says there's a spider on your head so you can get close and "remove it and save you!", he wipes an eyelash from your cheek and smiles, saying for you blow it off his finger to make a wish, sending you notes holding compliments and doodles of hearts during class so you can once again brush fingers little things like that.
• Yan is also constantly offering you things much more than usual, he already got you little gifts, you'd help him overcome most of his anxiety about spending hours, days, even weeks worrying over picking the perfect present for you and instead giving you whatever he thinks you could possibly like, like shiny and pretty rocks, cute pencils, his favourite most prized hello kitty hair-pin, you didn't accept that last one knowing it would destroy him to part with it which hinted about what was going on.
• As much as Yan knew you, you also knew him.
• You knew his breath would get shaky when he wants something but is too scared to ask for it. You knew he was being more clingy, not that you minded in the least, except for he clearly wanted to do more.
• You knew he didn't want to burden you with his problems so he likely wouldn't say what it is, especially with someone he didn't know all too well around.
• (y/f/n) excused themself for a bit while Yan who was currently fawning over. the band you said you liked last week he memorised all their songs just so he could talk about them with you and hear the facts you knew about them that he already knew but loved the way your eyes lit up when you told him what you thought was something new.
• Thanking any gods, demons or supernatural entities for the time alone Yandereiplier engulfed you in a hug from behind, arms securely wrapped around your chest and face nuzzeling against your hair. He would have done this earlier but he didn't know if you were okay with this sort of affection in front of people so as painful as it was, he waited for so long to be alone with you.
• "Hey Yan, are you doing okay?"
• "Of course! I'm with you, my darling!"
• "Aww, your darling?" you teased him, his face once again exploding in a deep blush as he buried his face in the crook of your neck to hide his shame.
• He really meant his darling. No matter which way you interpreted 'darling' to be, he meant it as so much more.
• This was the last thing that tipped you off to what he was really after,
• When your friend returned, Yan was hyping himself up to be able to leave the warm hug that let you be in his arms, desperately waiting to not tear himself from you but even more desperate to not make you uncomfortable.
• "Heya y/n!" your friend called
• You held Yan's arms in place, leaning back against him, holding him in place. Yan now wasn't the only one with a mission.
• A long drawn out wheeze escaped his throat as you felt his face heat up against your shoulder through your clothes, slightly worried for him, you turned your head to him while (y/f/n) talked about something Yandereiplier couldn't bring himself to pay attention to you as he savoured the moment, memorising every feeling, every touch, every scent, everything he can as if it were his first time ever being near you, locking this memory in place so he can remember it for those cold lonely nights and for the rest of his life.
• The when saw Yan again, you saw his mouth fall open, bobbing open and closed like a fish as he struggled to articulate his thoughts while you stood before him in the sweater he left at yours a while ago. It smells of his cologne and he can smell it on you.
• His sweater. His.
• He was sure he had ascended at the very moment for the angel he saw wearing his sweater, in his clothes, his. His!!!! And he promises to worship you and treat you like the Angel you are, even if you don’t always see it in yourself. You are his Angel. And the flower bloomed in his chest all over again.
• You're his and he is yours. That's how it always will be.
• And he supposes, it's not all bad having (y/f/n) around. He'll do whatever it takes to keep you happy. He'll protect whatever makes you happy too.
• (y/f/n) also has so many good stories on you that Yan adores hearing and he gets to hear more about your life!
• Just don't forget him. Please. He loves you. So much. He'll always love you. No matter what.
Hi! I wanted to let you know I adore your writing! I have such a big craving for soft domestic cottagecore Andrea and I was wondering if you would do some headcanons or something like that? 😘
YES OFC IM HERE
Andrea always brings you flowers, never misses.
Sure its hard to see you, since he's always performing and busy. But when he does its flowers from wherever he finds them.
but the effort is what matters, besides they are always beautiful.
He loves pressing kisses to your hands and cheeks and neck.
Andrea always praises and worships you, treating you like your everything to him.
Sometimes after a long day, he'll even go so far as to make dinner for you. And shit, it always hits the spot but he's humble even after you kiss him and hold him and let him know how amazing the food might be.
Andrea is a bit of a little spoon when the two of you are cuddling or heading to bed. He'll start out as the big spoon but slowly end up with his back to you, nuzzling back into your body and whining.
But he's adorable so of course you hold him, running your fingers through his hair, kissing the top of his head and back of his nape gently as he sleeps.
When it gets cold you knit him a sweater, and he was over the moon when you presented it to him.
Honestly you didn't expect his reaction to be so big.
Andrea explained it reminded him of home and put it on immediately.
On the days where Andrea had to go off, performing and doing shows, you'd sometimes stay home. At this point you'd been to hundreds of his shows, so on days where you were extra tired he reassured you he would be ok. He would let you rest, tucking you in bed, telling you to get sleep, kissing you all over your face, giggling against you lips as he left for the night.
You woke up early, and found him in bed with you. Cuddling into your chest.
Andrea would often beat himself up at how late he would sleep in. He always was wanting to make you meals and do things for you. So on days where you would quietly sneak off into the kitchen and make him breakfast he would obviously be thankful but sigh heavily, grabbing your hand and kissing it, letting you know he could've done it.
You would just laugh, telling him he's very over the top and its fine to rest every once in a while.
But it didn't matter in the end because he would look at you, so much adoration in his eyes as he would take a bite, chew, swallow. Then smile, barely, but then it would grow and grow and he would chuckle. "I love you." Andrea would let you know.
And every time he said it, despite him saying it so many times in a day, it would make your heart flutter. Without fail.
"I love you, Andrea." You would sit besides him, kissing him gently.
How would Bakugou feel if you burnt your hands really badly ? Since he has explosion hands ... he may have a way to make them feel better 💜
omg this made me soooooooo soft anon 💖 thank you for sending this, I could dream up Bakugou scenarios for days~~~
w: burns/treatment of burns, bakugou as the tender idiot
let’s say, like, Bakugou’s over at your place and you’re cooking for him. you’re, like... crushing, but still just friends. “friends.” and if you’re anything like me, you’re absolutely ass-over-teakettle in love with him SO having him in your kitchen, leaning against the counter and helping you put dinner together... making you all fluttery and nervous.
So fluttery and nervous that mayyyybeeee when the oven timer goes off, you flit over to the oven and pull open the door, reaching in to grab whatever’s cooking inside with a flourish... only to realize that you forgot to grab your oven mitts.
Bakugou would take a little step forward, abandoning his perfect chopping with wait- evaporating on his lips because it’s too late. You’re already jumping back from the oven with a yelp of pain as the pan clatters back onto the oven rack. Your palms are streaked with reddening burns, and even if they’re not deep yet you can tell they’re going to blister.
You know you’re getting hit with that irresistible, signature gruff Bakugou brand of care.
“What the hell were you thinking?” He’d growl. “Idiot, didn’t anyone ever teach you how to use the goddamned oven?”
He’d grab the gloves and pull the pan out for you first, knowing that you’ll get even more upset if the food gets burned, too. But then he’s at your side in an instant, giving a little tch of gruff concern and grabbing your wrists to flip your palms over.
“Lemme see.”
And then the tenderness would start.
He’d take you over to the sink and put your hands under the cool water, telling you to stay there until he says so. He closes up the oven for you and turns off the stove. Every time he catches you moving away from the sink he barks “not yet!” and points at the running water.
Finally, after running your hands under the water for almost ten minutes, he comes over and gently (gently) thumbs the edges of your burned palms. They’re tender, but the skin has cooled, so he shuts off the water at long last.
If there’s one thing that Bakugou knows, it’s how to treat a burn. He pats your blistering palms gently dry, gets the first aid kit from under your sink (that he begrudgingly put together for you, after finding out you didn’t have one) and says something like “I told you you’d need it someday.”
but the kit has all the essentials. a little lotion that he rubs into your palms with a delicate touch that you’ve never felt from him before. he bandages your hands with a slow, steady, precise touch, and the concentration that settles into his features makes your heart swell. once your hands are bandaged, he won’t let you touch anything.
“Guess I’m gonna have to finish dinner myself,” he’ll rumble. and then you’ll get to watch him expertly whip up the rest of your meal in minutes, pour you a fresh glass of wine. you’ll crack a joke about being fed by him, but he’ll just roll his eyes and say “be careful what you wish for.”
he’ll keep coming around for days, too, making sure you’re changing your bandages. doing things around the house for you so you don’t tear the delicate blisters on your hands. and every time you try to thank him or tell him he doesn’t have to do this for you he’ll just brush you off. make some snide remark about how you’re the one who was dumb enough to grab a hot pan with no gloves on. then go back to fixing your coffee.
More Soft Bluepulse because someone has to keep this ship afloat even though we're stranded in the middle of the Pacific and there are sharks and albatrosses everywhere oh no.
So Bart came from the future and while he has every intent on being a hero in the current timeline as Impulse. Jaime still has dreams of college. He worries about doing well with school juggling being in Young Justice/The Outsiders but he still gets a lot of help and support!
Bart may not be the best study buddy because sitting down and focusing is hard. But he's great at helping Jaime with flashcards and in turn Jaime helps Bart get back on track with a lot of the schooling he's missed.
Jaime keeps what he wants to study generally a secret. It isn't until Bart sees Jaime just decompressing and mindlessly scrolling through Tik Toks of dental videos that he put two and two together. Also the fact Jaime will refuse to be intimate at night with Bart unless Jaime can tell he's brushed his teeth and used mouthwash.
So Season 3 exists.. yeah.. so here's how I'm addressing that. Jaime is bisexual and while Bart is very happy to see Jaime and Traci together. Jaime just kind of doesn't feel right with Traci. There definetly is a physical attraction there. But emotionally Jaime feels really confused about the situation.
Khaji Da actually helps him overcome the confusion. In the way that only a genderless alien superweapon can "Jaime Reyes, your brain emits dopamine and norepinephrine when you look at Traci. But when you look at Bart, your brain emits a very large amount of oxytocin that you don't get when you look at Traci. Use this information as you will."
Ever since the outsiders moved to Los Angeles, both Bart and Jaime have different feelings about the city. While Jaime is happy to show Bart more high-quality authentic Mexican food. It's just different than what he's used to back home.
Bart is just like hot boyfriend + good food = heaven.
While Bart is somewhat more tolerant of the cold. When it gets to be less than 70° (or 21° for my non-us readers) Jaime busts out the heavy jackets. Bart wanted to go to the beach one day when it was that temperature and Jaime said abso-freaking-loutely-not.
Jaime really cares about his family a lot and anything he gets extra in terms of money from his hero work he sends either to his parents or his Abuela in Mexico City. Hence why if Bart is paying for the date, he's going all-out. If Jaime is paying, they're probably getting food door dashed, watching a movie, and doing the do.
When Bart begins to annoy Jaime, Jaime will casually bring up how hot Nightwing and Superboy are. This always makes Bart super jealous but quiets him down. When Jaime takes it too far and Bart begins to sulk Jaime will turn around plant lots of kisses on Jaime. Perks him up every time.
Jaime has mild depression in my HC. So one day when Jaime couldn't find the strength to rouse himself from bed, Khaji Da just took over. Khaji went to the kitchen, made some eggs and toast and poured some juice. And just ate all while looking silent and soulless.
When Bart realized what was going on, Khaji had told Bart it was to ensure Jaime doesn't starve and that Jaime doesn't have the strength to function for some reason. So Khaji is in control. "I do not seek to harm you, Bart Allen. I merely seek to ensure that my host, Jaime Reyes, has enough nutrients and energy to keep myself and him alive and functioning at an optimum level."
Bart hearing Khaji say that using Jaime's voice scared the crap out of him. But he knew Khaji was telling him the truth. This doesn't stop Bart from shaking Jaime and yelling Khaji to let him back out.
"Bart Allen, my host does love you. Very much so. I believe humans have a term called a 'soul mate'. Jaime Reyes sees you as such. But Jaime Reyes has a chemical imbalance in his brain. And he cannot care for himself at this time. I am merely stepping in to assist."
Bart just breaks down and cries. He doesn't cry as much as Jaime, but when he does he really truly means it. It's at that point Jaime broke through and took back over. Jaime was not thrilled with Khaji at all for admitting all of his feelings and for taking over. However Jaime was just happy to know Khaji's response was to try to comfort Bart.. in his own way.
I know I said Jaime has a caffeine sensitivity in my last HC. He's working on it! By the time outsiders became a thing Jaime can do exactly one tall Starbucks coffee with LOTS of cream and sugar. But he has to have it hot. He has to take it slow. Meanwhile, Bart guzzles more coffee than Tim and that's no joke.
Nine times out of ten Jaime's the big spoon. Although usually, they sleep/nap holding each other with Bart laying his head on Jaime's chest (Jaime has a very defined and strong chest)
Despite Jaime's religious dental practices, Jaime has the worse morning breath of the two and Bart teases Jaime constantly for it.
Jaime has a very hard time dealing with what happens in Bart's future. It takes a long while for them to feel comfortable being intimate with each other while fully naked.
They are very quiet about it and will deny it vehimently, but all of the Bats are HUGE Bluepulse shippers. Jaime confides in Dick all of the time and ocassionally even Bruce will give his two cents. While Tim helps Bart with confidence and being a little bit more calm around Jaime.
Despite popular belief, Bart is a much dancer than Jaime. Jaime just never bothered learning how to dance and would rather sing or play guitar than dance.
