Anime and TV Character Requests [Temporarily Closed]+ Extra (16+
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I have some news as the new year approaches...
I will be transitioning off of Tumblr soon.
But don't worry, two of my friends on here will take things I've written, weave their own styles with them (their writing is crazy better than mine), and post them on their pages soon enough.
I don't want you all to lose your favorites because I plan on leaving.
@ashennox will be taken over the more mature stuff
while @lucidkisses will be taking over the more lighter, fluffy stuff.
So check them out and stick around for updates.
But anyway, I thank you deeply for all the support, reads, amd interaction.
I'll miss you, and I hope I left something for you.
Stay safe and well.
But don't worry, two of my friends on here will take things I've written, weave their own styles with them (their writing is crazy better than mine), and post them on their pages soon enough.
I don't want you all to lose your favorites because I plan on leaving.
@ashennox will be taken over the more mature stuff
while @lucidkisses will be taking over the more lighter, fluffy stuff.
So check them out and stick around for updates.
But anyway, I thank you deeply for all the support, reads, amd interaction.
I'll miss you, and I hope I left something for you.
Stay safe and well.
Recently added: BNHA Boys { Favorite Part of your Body}, Levi x M.Reader Pt.2, Jimin x Fem. Reader, sub. Yuji Itadori x Male Reader, Piccolo x Artist.Reader II, Hanta Sero x Reader, Leonardo x Reader Headcanons, Frieza Family x Reader Headcanons, Cell x Reader Headcanons, Yautja x Fem.Reader, Predator x Male Reader, Michelangelo x Fem. Reader, Frieza x Earthling. Reader, Raphael x Yandere. Reader Headcanons, Beerus x M. God of Life Reader, Android 17 x M. Arcosian Reader, Virgin. Senku x Fem. Reader, Eustass Kid x Fem.Reader
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BNHA
Lemons/Lime
Bakugo
Sub Bakugo x Male Reader
Shoto
Shoto x Dom. Male Reader
Shoto x Dom. Female Reader
Shigaraki
Shigaraki x Fem.Reader
Hanta Sero
Hanta Sero x Reader (REQUESTED)
Imagines
Bakugo
What Type of Boyfriend he'd be
Aizawa
What Type of Boyfriend he'd be
All:
BNHA Boys {Reaction to you falling asleep near them the first time}
BNHA Boys {Cuddling You}
BNHA Boys {Cuddling You Pt.2}
BNHA Boys {Contact Names}
BNHA Boys {Favorite Part of your Body}
One-shots
Bakugo
Bakugo x Kirishima Valentine's Day
Bakugo x Fem.Black Reader
Sero
Hanta Sero x Reader (Reader with Sepsis) (REQUESTED)
But don't worry, two of my friends on here will take things I've written, weave their own styles with them (their writing is crazy better than mine), and post them on their pages soon enough.
I don't want you all to lose your favorites because I plan on leaving.
@ashennox will be taken over the more mature stuff
while @lucidkisses will be taking over the more lighter, fluffy stuff.
So check them out and stick around for updates.
But anyway, I thank you deeply for all the support, reads, amd interaction.
I'll miss you, and I hope I left something for you.
I don't why this came to my brain 😭 Did it come out well? Let me know if you want a full love story flashback with...hmm...50 hearts? I don't think that's too bad.
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Love Archive (Marvel)
Warning(s): Fluff, kinda long, slight angst bc past Loki, Ragnarök, Reader is stuck with insanely long life, Exes (ouchies), Smut (but not graphic and will leave warning when time)
You and Loki were in love once, then it fell apart...Only to see each other again over 200 years later...only to be forced to save the universe together...fun...
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"[Name]! Is it truly you?"
With furrowed brows, you turn to be blinded by a bright grin.
Yeah, you had no idea who this bulking blonde was.
"Who are you, sir?"
He chuckled, running a hand through his short hair, "Right, you wouldn't know me. You knew my brother, Loki. Correct?"
Hearing that name still strangely brought warmth to your heart.
But how...?
"How do you know of me?"
"Ah!...I might've...followed Loki once and saw you. He doesn't know."
With a huff of amusement, you cross your arms. So this was Thor. Loki often spoke of him.
So you knew he was nosey.
"And what do you need from me?
"I saw you fight. Earlier."
"That was only but a correction."
You were a type of security on Grandmaster's planet, but because you were a pretty boy, people liked to test you.
Let's just say that was a mistake.
"Well, I'd like you to join my team. I need a fighter such as yourself."
"Team?"
"Yes, the Revengers!"
"Re...ven?"
"Yes, a team of those who want revenge against the world and this place."
You didn't have anything in particular you wanted revenge over, but...you were a bored old man.
"Sure. Sounds fun."
"Wait, really?"
"Yeah, where do we start? How many members are there?"
"Ah...less than five?"
"Oh, dear."
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So much happened in less than an hour. You met a socially awkward scientist that Thor swore could transform into a monster, but the man stayed a man. Until...he wasn't?
You were confused.
Even as a half-human yourself, you found humanity weird.
And then, after doing a little...ah...clearing of obstacles, you were told to come to a familiar room.
You could hear conversation on the other end as you knocked the random code Thor had given to you.
And the door opened...he was there. Restrained, but there.
Loki.
And he froze in place, just as you did.
He looked like a deer in headlights, guilt you didn't understand riddled his face.
You smiled, "Hello. It's been a while."
"Ah--Yes, hello. It has."
The silence was heavy with a story that slowly bared itself from the archives.
"They definitely know each other," Bruce observed.
"Obviously," Valkyrie, one of your coworkers, deadpanned.
That was an understatement.
1800s Britain, that's when you met him.
You were 26 at the time, but you'd long discovered magic and the inhuman part of your lineage.
Loki could smell the magic on you, he was drawn to that and your quiet charm.
You mostly kept to yourself, a bit soft-spoken, you weren't brutish like many men were at the time.
And in a short span of time, he realized just how easy it was to talk to you.
You were understanding, you always listened. And you loved no matter what.
That's all he'd ever wanted.
Someone to just smile and say, "I love you, I'm listening."
Someone to hold him when he wanted to cry.
Someone who made him feel like he belonged.
Someone who could kiss him like he was their world.
And you were his.
But one day, it hit him. He wasn't good enough for you.
So he left, and what broke his heart even more?
You understood. There were no hard feelings.
But ever since that day, he'd wished you had been selfish, wished you'd disregarded his words and kept him close.
And now here you were, over 200 years later.
One of you still felt a warm love.
And the other was filled with guilt, having taken out that regret on others for years.
"So, how have you been?" Loki forces the words out instead of keeping the silence that was admittedly getting awkward for everyone else.
Oh, it hurts that you still smile at him so warmly. Why couldn't you at least pretend you hated him?
"I've been alright. Mostly travelling. You?"
"Ah--Well, mostly mischief."
"That's a given."
"Any, uh...Did you ever have a...?" How did he ask?
You nodded, "Yeah. For a while, I tried again. But mortals, you know, they die. So...after that, I decided I'd save myself from losing anyone again."
Then Loki took in what was around your neck, and his heart warmed at the sight.
You'd kept it. The ring he gave you, the promise ring that held a false promise of forever.
To him, it was a failed promise.
To you, it was a devotion of love. One you could never get rid of.
Even after all this time, you could say, without hesitation, you still loved him.
Even when you learned he'd tried to betray Thor as you tried to escape this forsaken planet.
He still arrived to save the day when it was needed.
And he was still there to guard you as you struggled to heal the wound of Hela.
And you were there for him as he mourned the home that never felt like home in his heart, but still belonged to him.
The father that never felt like home, but still belonged to him.
There was so much pain weighing on his shoulders.
He just needed to wash it away.
Scrub it away.
No, it needed to burn like the flames that had engulfed Asgard.
And you were the only person who could ever burn things away, even if just for a little while.
"Please. I don't want to think."
"I understand."
You always understood.
You understood that he didn't want words, not now. You did well enough at that.
He wanted warmth.
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His mind began to blank out the moment your lips trailed down his skin.
"I want to burn it all, [Name], can you do that?"
"I'll utterly engulf you. As much as you want. Wherever you want, my love."
It wasn't long before you had his skin scorching, flushed, and red.
He gasped for breaths between kisses as you got so close you were one.
He left thin, hot trails of red down your back, your sides.
And when he wanted the control, you relinquished it.
And by Odin---perhaps it was improper to say that, a habit--you were utterly beautiful beneath him, too.
He felt flattered to know he's the only one who's ever had you in this way.
The only one to have you vulnerable for a change.
Once again. Loki was realizing...
He was a fool, an absolute fool...for putting your love in the archives.
Aye! Just wanted to firstly say I love your work and hope your doing well also good luck with your summer classes! <3 Can I request Frieza x reader with prompt 39? Basically after reader admits she's pregnant Frieza becomes extremely overprotective till she gives birth? Maybe even some Kuriza content? Remember to drink water and take care you yourself!! Also don't stress about this one shot if its too much :)
Frieza x Fem. Pregnant Reader
All these requests are so old now 😭
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Un-Fearless Leader
Warning(s): Fluff
You have the ease of giving someone as cool-headed as Frieza anxiety, but add a baby to the mix?...
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Frieza was already protective over you
Like, "vaporize people for being rude to you on the spot" protective
So when he noticed you seemed more nervous than usual
He thought it must have been time for someone to die
That was until you nervously stammered the words "I'm pregnant."
He was in disbelief
But far from upset like you'd expected.
He seemed like he was a little casual about it
Until he returned with a ton of blankets and had you encased in them on your bed.
That was the beginning.
The next morning, you woke up to a practical breakfast buffet in bed.
"Uhh, Frieza? I don't think I'll be able to eat all this..."
"You're eating for two now. You can't allow yourself to starve!"
"Um...okay?"
He made sure you had the best bath oils
Didn't let you walk anywhere yourself
You can't forget the time you stubbed your toe
"Darling, are you alright?!"
"I just...stubbed it. I'm okay."
Or the time you stumbled over a misplaced slipper, about to catch yourself when suddenly you were in someone's arms with a gust of air.
"You should be more careful, dear. Guards! Where were you?!"
"To be fair, I barely tripped. They're fine."
"Well, what if you had fallen, and I wasn't here?"
He went off if any of his pawns irritated you.
Or if chefs severed any food that he read from some space article that was bad for children.
And randomly he would apologize to you.
"I don't want the baby to hurt you because we don't know how your body will handle it."
You were different races, but you didn't regret a thing.
One time, Kuriza was playing a little too close to you and Frieza went off.
"You need to be careful! You could hurt them!"
"He's okay. He was being gentle."
And things only got worse once he felt the baby kick for the first time.
In the moment, he smiled as he rested his head against your stomach. Gently poking back where he'd felt it
But after, he was protective with a whole new vigor.
It was getting so bad, Kuriza was getting protective, too
Like a distance circle made of some rod, keeping people at least a few feet from you.
The death toll definitely increased, from anyone so much as accidentally bumping into you.
Frieza would literally carry you everywhere you went together.
Dheuxjwdusiwi finaLLy a dragonball writer! Can I have scenario where Future Trunks S/O is taking care of him when he falls sick? I swear sayians don't really get sick but Trunks is half human so I'm sure at some point he catches a bug or flu or smth. Please let me cuddle him and hold him
Hiii. I'm not dead, I just low-key forgot about this account after college this past year 😂 But I'm here! This is part 2 and the prequel.
Here's part 1. (MHA or My Hero Academia)
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Mask of Fear
Warning(s): Fluff, Angst, Smut (not highly decriptive, but I'll still leave a warning), slight spoiler to new MHA people, teen to adult Shoto
You swore you'd never love a hero...but you fell for this one.
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All your life, you wore a mask.
It was better to fit in than be different, especially as a little Black girl in Japan.
So from the ripe age of 5-years-old, you followed the others and played hero games, collected hero cards, and admired the pros from the screens.
And when the other children (and adults) feared your Quirk of bringing fears to life...
You hid it.
Even though the repression caused you pain.
Because doing otherwise, well, that would make you different from the herd. And you stood out enough as is.
Then one day, things changed.
When you were 11, a crime happened at your school. A hostage situation.
Everyone was panicking, screaming.
You decided you wanted to be a hero and save them.
So you walked up to the villain, although you were afraid.
"Hey, brat! Step away before you get hurt!"
You touched the villain's arm with the tip of your finger, and darkness seeped from you as your eyes turned pitch black.
You went blind whenever you used your Quirk, it was scary. But that was okay if you could save people.
This man feared darkness.
"You don't like the dark, do you?"
After the words left your lips, he screamed.
And the students did, too.
"I can't see! My eyes!"
You couldn't see the man's eyes go white, him waving a hand in front of him, then almost clawing at his eyes in fear as he cried.
Then you deactivated your Quirk, but he still couldn't see.
You smiled in relief, you didn't feel that pain of repression anymore.
But no one thought that same way.
Students and teachers alike kept their distance from you until a hero arrived.
And you smiled at them, the hero could see you saved them all.
"See? I was a hero like you!"
But their words crushed you.
"You could never be a hero with a Quirk like that, kid. That's more like a..."
They didn't finish, but they looked at the villain with scratch marks around his eyes.
And you got the hint.
You weren't a hero. You were a monster.
You plastered a smile on your face, "Yeah, I get it. He's the villain, but I'm the bad guy. I'm sorry I didn't follow your rules."
After that, you ran. And as you ran, you realized something.
How do people determine what's heroic, how do people just get to decide someone's villainous because of their Quirk?
They all thought you'd be a villain...so maybe that's what you'd start to be.
And when you were 15, having better control of your Quirk, you were invited to join the league.
You'd felt as if you finally belonged, that other people knew how you felt.
They all somehow didn't fit in with what the world wanted from them.
They were protective over you as the baby in the group, in a way no one had been for you before.
And you were loyal to them as your family...until your problem.
You see, as a member of the group early on, you were sent to infiltrate U.A as a student. Aoyama didn't know. Which they wanted, they needed someone to watch everyone else as well as him.
And you kept to yourself, you were just here to do your job. You didn't care about these heroes.
Until you did.
When one day at the sports festival, you overheard Shoto Todoroki.
It gave you a new bitterness toward the hero Endeavor...but for some reason you felt your heart clench for Shoto.
But you brushed it aside, you weren't here to feel.
Though, with time, these randoms started breaking down your walls.
You brushed it off as getting too immersed.
But then you started feeling things.
You started bonding with Shoto, you were always the person to help him understand sayings. You were the one who respected his space. Not only that, but you were the one that didn't pity his scar; you looked at him like any other person.
He found you intriguing. From the non-traditional food you made, to your magical hair that grew in length when you were fresh from a shower.
You started having late night talks over the phone about any and everything.
You were doomed.
The closer you got to these people, the guiltier you became.
Until finally, during the final war...your role was revealed.
And you hated the looks of betrayal on their faces...but Shoto's?
He looked so heartbroken it almost brought you to tears.
He slowly walked over to you despite the warnings, he couldn't believe it. He wanted--no, needed to hear you say it.
"Yeah."
But it was then you realized you'd never wanted to be a villain. The world just assigned you to a role before you had a chance.
And your friends accepted you to their side. For real, this time.
And for the first time in your life, you fought as a hero.
After everything, you were on probation the last two school years as punishment, since you'd never killed anyone (that they knew of), but commited crimes. But things were a lot better for you. And you decided the hero life wasn't what you wanted anymore, either.
So you lived in the Hero course dorms to stay in proximity, but you were assigned to the Business course, since you'd developed an interest in that area.
But in this time, you and Shoto fell deeper, you could completely be yourself without hiding anything.
He comforted you from your loss of the League members, understanding they were your family.
And you slowly helped him heal from his past, along with his other friends. Until, you became more than that towards the end of your second year.
And you also got him addicted to cuddles.
By the time you were third-years, he'd happily cuddle with you or hang off you wherever you're standing.
And he grew attached to your little domestic daily system.
He'd wake you up, since you were not a morning person.
You'd both get ready for the day.
As the both of you left out, you'd pass his lunch to him after walking to the building with all of your friends.
And more often than not, he'd walk you to class, even when you protested.
"Sho, you don't have to walk me. My class is so far from yours. You'll be late."
"I'd be early regardless, I don't care. I'd still be on time. I like having time with you by myself in the morning."
You're there with dinner for him after work studies, that he always eats with you. Though, the spoiled brat prefers to be fed.
After, you'll study together and help each other.
Then something fun, whether it was your weekly spa day, or doing something more artsy.
Then you'll cuddle before heading off to your respective rooms.
Or sometimes...you both fell asleep right there, having to stealthily sneak back to a room early in the morning.
You been caught a few times, but the teacher grew used to it.
By the time you both graduated, Shoto asked you to move in with him in his very Shoto way. And you agreed, even though some said it was too soon. Those people didn't know you, though.
And with ease, you fell into a new domestic routine as adults.
He'd leave a little later than school had required, but still woke up before you. He'd watch you, admiring your beauty (you thought you looked rough in the morning, but he insisted) and watching you just be at peace. He liked that you could be in that vulnerable of a state around him.
Sometimes--and he keeps this to himself--but as he looks at you in awe, he'll brush a thumb against your jaw, against your bottom lip. He'll smile, wondering how he got to this point.
He'll usually let you sleep in until he gets really hungry, because even with your help, he can't cook much. (Plus, he likes your food better. It's really good. And it keeps him bulky.)
Then he watches you walk around the kitchen like an adorable zombie, helping you get skillets or occasionally helping with easy small stuff.
Then he gets ready to leave, parting ways with you after two pecks. It's a habit you both formed, and every time it reminded you of the first time Shoto decided it would be tradition.
"Two?"
"One because I love you, and another because I'll see you again."
It caused you to smile big, "Yeah, okay."
And you'd return together after work, spending the rest of the night with dinner, a movie, whatever you decided on.
You loved this domestic life.
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But one night, things were different.
Shoto was returning from a mission that was longest he'd ever had. He was gone for a while. And he missed you.
He decided he'd surprise you and not tell you he was coming home yet.
And when he came in, he smiled at his girlfriend of almost 3 years swaying her hips to her R&B in the living room, it felt like home.
You were home.
You jumped, almost dropping the broom you held when you felt arms wrap around you.
Then you smiled, leaning back into them, "I missed you, Sho."
He smiled into your shoulder, before kissing your cheek.
You giggled, "You missed."
"Hm?"
"You've been gone for almost three weeks. I expect a real kiss."
And when you turned to face him, he indulged.
He put everything into it. He really had missed you.
And then you kissed him back, hands sliding up his back.
And then he found he couldn't stop. Neither of you could stop.
And suddenly, he felt as if there was too much clothing between you.
And your thoughts trailed the same way.
As you stumbled to your room, you both remembered the fact that you'd never done this before.
But you trusted each other, and you loved each other, so you weren't afraid.
You used the time to explore what you liked, what you didn't like.
And Shoto was so gentle with you, from the kisses, to the touches, to when he finally sunk into you.
He did everything possible to not hurt you.
He never wanted to do that.
Only his desire for that overpowered his urge to just lose all restraint and move as fast as he wanted to. You felt so nice, but he could hold back.
There were whispered "I love you's" in between breathless kisses and clasped hands.
Shoto's arms shook from exertion, while you trembled from need.
Quickly, Shoto knew this was another form of intimacy he'd crave from you as your nails dragged down his back.
And you knew this would be another form of connection you'd love.
In that moment, you realized how vulnerable you were in front of a person.
You never thought you'd take off that mask for anyone...
Hiii, so since yesterday I went on a whole 30 min long analysis after my first post. So today I'm going to be ranting about....buhbumdadaaaa
Katsuki Bakugo's Mentality! 🤯
It's long, but analysis usually is, so, oh well! Don't read if it's a problem for ya! 😜🤪
If you like this, check out my BakuDeku analysis!
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From the beginning his brain is warped into thinking he's the best. Those with Quirks on top, Quirkless the bottom.
Him? He's above them all.
He was taught that from the beginning.
"Your Quirk is so amazing."
"Your Quirk is the best."
Constantly getting those statements before you can even explore the world with this Quirk... Leads to a type of brainwashing.
So now as a child he has a superiority complex, due to society.
But then there's someone who breaks this molded ideal.
Izuku.
See, Bakugo is taught that people without Quirks are less than. Yet this little boy is brave and saves people despite not possessing one.
This makes Bakugo get angry because he contradicts what he's been taught, yet deep down he admires him for it.
In his mind he feels like he has to remind Izuku of his place. "I'm just helping you, maybe you got lost, this is where you're supposed to be. That's what I learned."
Izuku never stayed in that place, he always hoped for more. And when someone is brainwashed, it really ticks them off if someone breaks the mold they learned.
And when Izuku actually had the guts to stand up to him, it was past just the hopefulness. It probably scared him a little. "That's not what you're supposed to do!"
When you're brainwashed, something contradicting what you've been taught can be scary. Because then it makes you question what's really true.
I feel like the icing on the cake was the Hero versus Villains lesson.
First, the one who he thought was weaker than him stood a chance against him and WON.
This contradicts that people without Quirks are weak, especially considering Izuku had one now.
So in his mind, he probably thought he was tricking him. And if anything, mentally reassured him and disappointed him.
Assurance because, "Okay, now you're not contradicting what I've been taught."
But deep down, "I admired you because you didn't have a Quirk and did what you did, but you have one you've been hiding the whole time?"
Then also because of his superiority complex, "How dare you think you can trick me? You think you're better than me?"
But all this time something else has been building, and it cements itself in his brain when he sees Shoto's skill.
Bakugo gets a reality check when he sees that someone is stronger than him. And it scares him.
It's the start of his inferiority complex.
So now he starts to feel inferior, and tries to find ways to still prove to himself that he's the best.
The Sports Fest was about proving to himself that he was still good enough, not everyone else.
But when his win wasn't because he actually won, but because Shoto fell unconscious... He wasn't assured. If anything, it made his inferiority complex worse.
Then comes his internship. He was chosen because Best Jeanist wanted his personality to be corrected, his appearance.
Usually people fawned over his Quirk, but B.J. kind of brushed it aside.
"Yeah, you're Quirk's good. You know how to use it, but your personality sucks."
And this made him defensive, cause time and time again he'd been getting comments about his personality. And this is another contradiction, because he'd been raised this way. This is his normal. But there are people telling him it was wrong. Which makes him question things.
He also gets upset because he felt like he didn't learn anything to help his Quirk grow...
Not even realizing how much this would help him later. Which is why Jeanist became special to him after, too.
But back to that later.
Exams.
That also made his inferiority complex worse. It wasn't an easy win and he had to count on Izuku of all people.
This made him feel inferior to even him.
He was relentless and didn't want to give up because he didn't want to let himself down and feel like he's less than.
But he fell unconscious and needed Izuku to help him win.
I feel like because of that, he didn't want to be seen by anybody. So he avoided the class shopping trip.
Then I Island happened, again, he felt like he got to prove himself a little.
And after, camp.
The kidnapping.
Which was a lot more traumatizing to him than he let on.
His inferiority complex really hit him in the chest when he was the only one who got kidnapped. (After people already recognized him everywhere for the Sludge Villain incident where he was helpless ((which was also more traumatizing than he let on)).)
The only one people thought would go to the villain side.
And All Might stepping down from number one after saving him.
He was probably already beginning to blame himself, but what cemented the feeling, I think, was his mother's words.
"It's your fault. All this trouble is your fault."
Because that's what he says to Izuku when he confesses how he feels.
"It's my fault."
He sits in the blame he feels like everyone has on him.
Then once it's confirmed that Izuku gained the Quirk from All Might, his admiration is back.
And slowly, in this time, he realizes what Best Jeanist's point was.
Not everything is about Quirks, he needs to work on who he is.
So he starts working on his personality slowly outside the spotlight in season 4 (anime). Then it shows in Season 5 (anime) when he works with his team much better than before.
Season 6 (anime) he finally apologized to Izuku, which he had to grow past his pride to do.
And as time went by throughout the series, he desired to be Izuku's friend, like it should have been. He just had to learn to jump over the wall society put around the two of them. To learn that it was okay to be friends with someone Quirkless. To learn that there was more to people than their Quirks to define them and what they'll do.
He had to break from the mold.
And Izuku was a piece of that puzzle, as well as Eijiro, who opened him up to feeling equal with other people. Having people he could feel equal to. Having those he could appreciate even if they weren't at his level in terms of power. Someone real, who wasn't only his friend because of his Quirk. But really wanted to get to know HIM.
He's continuing to grow.
Just jumping in to save someone without thought? And Izuku at that? He wouldn't have done that months back.
If you think about it, his development has been the most teenager like.
But I think his pattern of development was different and made sense. He needed to learn how to focus on himself more than growing his already powerful Quirk because it was all that mattered to him.
And needed to learn how to love himself genuinely and love others.
Everyone else majorly needs to develop their Quirks, so outside of it being society's focus, that's where they need to grow the most.
Katsuki, on the other hand, is strong in what he can do with his Quirk. Just...not his identity outside of what he was told and molded to.
And how much he's grown so quickly shows that he probably already had a desire to, but didn't realize.
And even though he's fictional, as someone who loves to see people real or not grow...
I think it's interesting how they show Izuku and Katsuki's growing friendship.
Some people mistake it for romance brewing, but I personally think it's impossible at this point in their relationship.
First, although they start as childhood friends, that drastically changes. Katsuki becomes Izuku's bully, torturing him for years. Kinda hard for romantic feelings to bloom for your bully, especially when romance is the farthest thing from Katsuki's mind, too.
I think a friendship is the healthiest thing for them, a good start.
And in order to have a healthy friendship, each of them needed to grow.
Now to my next point, which connects later.
Character growth and the world they live in.
Bakugo seems to be the most teenager-ish developed character. Mostly everyone else is more Quirk focused.
Which seems to reflect how their world is, Quirks matter more when it comes to a person than who they are within. You see this with how they treat villains and how they treat All Might when he reveals the truth.
But back to Bakugo, his development being less about his Quirk and more about his personality reflect his new view of life and realization that Quirks aren't everything.
Izuku's development on the other hand is a little more extreme. He goes from wide-eyed and timid, to closed off and confident in his Quirk. Not himself. You notice everything fall into place for how he'll be later in the series; he'll fall apart. He doesn't care about his life and prioritizes others more. First, when his point of view is shown it's showing how he views the world, it's more focused on Quirks and others. Even his hero journals, he prioritizes heroes---other people.
He lacks self worth---lacks understanding of friendships, and is still trying to find why to love his life.
At this point in time he has confidence in his Quirk, he's just learning how to have confidence in himself; as much as he has in others and their abilities.
I blame the society for this insecurity, not Bakugo; he was raised by it. The society is taught that people with Quirks are higher up than those who don't have them. Taught that some Quirks are great, good, good enough, weak, or terrible.
His mother didn't help either, Mitsuki is a toxic parent. But it's not her fault either, she was raised by the same society.
I feel like the feelings Izuku and Bakugo have are admiration for each other. The other is like second to All Might to them both. It would have been hard for them to be friends due to society standards, though.
So development needed to happen first, so they could build themselves past what society wants. And become friends that could be healthy after the past they had.
And they still have more growing to do. But it's creating a nice place to begin at.
Warning(s): Smut, kinda choppy cause this was done forever ago between classes, curse words, idk what else
Shoto misunderstands your arrangement...
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“This is my friend, [Name].”
Oh, you hated that sentence with a burning passion.
Especially considering you were more than that.
You leaned into Shoto’s ear, “I didn’t know a friend ate out another friend the way you did yesterday night.”
Only you saw the subtle bob of his Adam’s apple.
Shoto knew very well of the activities that you engaged in.
The only problem that you hadn’t realized until this evening?
He seemed to think you were only friends, despite you making it very clear that you’d passed that level.
Though you couldn’t blame him, he was new to relationships more intimate than friendships.
Hence, why he thought you were still friends. Even though every other night he’s balls deep—
“[Name]?”
“Yes?”
“Champagne?”
“Please.”
He knew you liked these stuffy galas as much as he did.
Which wasn’t at all.
All anyone would do is come up to him and try to make connections since he’s a high-profile hero—all night.
That’s how he met you, during his escape one year, he ran into you.
And then he’d take you as his date to any of them he didn’t prefer, letting you be his excuse to leave early.
“I’m sorry, I have to go. My friend [Name] here is exhausted, you understand.”
At some point, you became more than his excuse to leave, first a friend, then whatever you were now.
You were his first experience with something intimate, it was a process of years to build him up to his level of sexual comfort now.
And he appreciated your patience.
Now, Shoto craved something more with you…he didn’t know what it was, what was missing.
But he knew he wanted it.
He didn’t know why saying you were a friend left a bitter taste in his mouth every time he said it.
Or why he felt like strangling the men who looked at you hungrily at every stuffy party.
Or why he had sudden urges to kiss you, even in front of all the people.
Why you made him feel all jittery even outside of the bedroom.
He wanted to know why.
But he couldn’t ask you, never. He feared it would cross the boundary of friendship you had.
And the last thing he wanted to do was ruin what you had.
You pulled him out of his thoughts with a request to dance.
“Of course, you know I love dancing with you.”
The only time he liked dancing was when it was with you.
He liked holding your waist, your hands touching his body with even the purest of touches.
But he loved the eye contact the most.
Even from the beginning, you were never thrown off from his eyes. And he loved the connection he felt.
By the second song, he allowed a small smile on his face.
“Hey, [Name]?”
“Hm?”
“Thank you for being such a good fri–”
He was cut off with a finger to his lips.
“I swear if I hear you say that one more time.”
He raised a brow, utterly confused.
“You know? I think I need to clarify this confusion for you,” you traded your index finger for a thumb that teased his bottom lip.
Shoto involuntary shivered at the look you gave him, he knew that look.
“Think they’ll mind if we leave way too early?”
“Here.”
You couldn’t hide the surprise on your face, though you were intrigued, “Here? At your father’s little party?”
“He’ll be looking for me later—my stupid speech thing. I don’t want him harassing me with phone calls if I leave.”
“I see. You want to be a good little son, hm?” you couldn’t stop the smirk that appeared.
“Quite the opposite,” he teased your thumb past his lips.
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“Take it off.”
Shoto shed off the suit jacket of his three-piece suit.
It didn’t take long before there was nothing left to hide his torso from you.
You kissed his neck.
He let out little pants, a little embarrassed he would still tremble at the feeling.
“I won’t–leave marks so you can still look allll pretty for your daddy~”
“I want them. Want them all to see.”
You couldn’t say no to a cute little whine like that.
“Ah~”
You didn’t hold back all the love bites, his neck, his chest, his delicious abs.
“[Name], I want to—I want to touch you, too. Please.”
“We have something to clear up first,” you trailed the hand that was at the band of his pants even lower. You giggled as the gasp he let out.
“Clear up? What do you—fuck.”
You rubbed your hand over his eagerness.
“You seemed to be confused with what we are. What did you call us? Friends?”
“We-we are…”
“No, no. Sho, that isn’t what we are. Friends don’t make friends feel like this, don’t touch them like this.”
He couldn’t think properly once you’d pulled him out from his slacks.
Then you kissed him roughly, passionately.
He desperately kissed you back.
Then you pulled away before he was ready, he tried to chase your lips.
“We’re a lot more than friends. Friends don’t kiss like that.”
“I want–want more, please…” he gasped out.
You smiled, “I’ve noticed you learned how to ask nicely. Good job, Shoto.”
You didn’t miss how he twitched in your hand at the praise.
“Please, I—” his breath hitched.
“What do you want, baby?”
Your mouth, he wanted your mouth but he couldn’t find the words to say.
“Mouth—You, I want—I need—Hah~”
“You’ll have to earn it, Shoto. You know how to do that, don’t you?”
Within seconds he was lifting up the bottom of your dress and placing you on a desk.
“Someone’s eager.”
You openly watched as he dove in, his nose brushing a wonderful spot before he dug in.
A high-pitched gasp left you, Shoto was a quick learner, he’d learned what to do and how to please you.
This was different.
He had a whole different vigor, gripping your thighs tight. And the contrast between his hands and tongue never gets old.
You run your hands in his hair, moaning your approval.
“You know, if we were just friends, you wouldn’t have this. Someone else would.”
“I don’t wanna…” was all he could groan out before he lost himself in you again.
He didn’t like sharing. He wanted your body to only be for him and his only for you.
He decided he’d convince you he deserved you, putting a whole new level of effort into it.
And you noticed, you were unable to hold back your sounds of pleasure as much as you usually did. You were getting loud. And when you felt your eyes about to roll back, you had to stop him. You couldn’t lose control here.
“Shoto—Stop.”
He leaned away on his knees, chest heaving. He looked up at you in desperation, eyes blown out.
Your legs quivered a little and his eyes flicked back down, hungry for more.
“Your turn.”
“But I didn’t make you…I should’ve–”
“–Your turn.”
A few minutes later he was bucking into your mouth, begging, pleading.
“Please, I want to—I need to—Please~”
You pulled away, him whining at the action.
He watched as you slipped off your dress, trading the noise for silence. Only watching.
Almost a little predatory.
Maybe there was some dominance in there somewhere that was hidden, hidden until he got a little more comfortable to try.
Perhaps you’d explore that with him another day.
For now…
“Now, let’s get something clear–Sit down.”
You had motioned to the desk, but he was so out of it, he sat in the chair.
It didn’t matter, you supposed.
You caged him between your arms, “We aren’t friends. We’re more than that. The things we do are things that lovers do.”
“Only lovers touch each other the way we do. Kiss each other. Fuck each other.”
Lovers?
There’s was something else to call what you were? Shoto didn’t realize.
“I want to be that.”
“Good. So we’re not confused anymore?”
He shook his head.
But something was still missing, he swore it.
“I want to…go on dates and things like that…”
Your body language was open, listening, he continued.
“I want to only belong to you…and I don’t like when other guys look at you how I look at you. I want to kiss you. A lot and…all these other things I don’t understand.”
It seems both of you had misunderstood what you desired to be.
You thought he had just misunderstood there was a difference between friendship and what you were—what you thought, anyway.
He wanted to be more than lovers.
He wanted to be with you.
Was it strange that it made you feel warm inside?
“That would be…something more than lovers, Shoto.”
“Something more?”
“That’d be a romantic relationship. That’s what being exclusive to each other in a romantic way is. You do a lot of things together other than sex. Is…that what you want?”
He nodded his head.
That made all of this different now.
“Okay.”
Your next kiss was gentle.
So gentle it made him flush harder than he ever had.
“I’ll make this different okay? It won’t be like the other times.”
He bit his lip as you settled onto him; slowly.
“Fuck~”
You moved slow at first, his hands settled on your hips.
“Shit—Shoto, you’re mine. All mine, you got that?” you groaned out.
“All yours, yes.”
It didn’t take long for the pace to get faster.
But it was different, it was filled with something Shoto couldn’t put into words.
It made him feel whole. Made him want to scream. Made him want to smile. Made him want to cry.
He expressed it with his hands, squeezing before one moved lower.
“Yes, touch me right there.”
You tightened around him, making him whimper into a kiss.
He was close.
Your kisses went down his jaw, then his throat, “Go ahead, baby.”
He gasped, releasing it all. His hips were out of control as he emptied everything.
But eager to please you, he kept moving until you did, too.
It took a few minutes to recover, bodies pressed together in the chair.
“So, Shoto?”
“Hmm?”
“Whose office is this? You seemed to know exactly what room to go to. Do you know when they’ll come back?”
All he did was breathlessly chuckle.
The only reason he’d be laughing like that, with a hint of mischief in his tone…
“You didn’t!”
“I did. He’ll never know.”
You pulled away enough to laugh, “It’s your dad’s office! That’s like, the biggest ‘fuck you’ you can give.”
“It’ll take a while to fully forgive him, I couldn’t help it since I had the opportunity. He deserved it.”
You fell into a fit of giggles, “Petty ass.”
At some point, you finally got straightened up and dressed, leaving the room on your way back to the party.
Shoto raised a brow when you stopped him.
“Where’s your tie?”
“Hm?”
He looked down and noticed it was, in fact, not on him.
“Did you forget it in the room?”
He smirked, “Well, guess dear old Dad will be getting a little token of our appreciation, for the used space.”
Sero takes you out on a date or... You take him out???
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Before Sero’s knuckle could leave your door, it was open in a rush.
He jumped back in surprise, but couldn’t hold back the fond smile at what he saw.
You grinned wide, jumping in excitement, “Hanta! It’s snowing on Christmas! In Japan!”
“I know, can’t say I expected to wake up to it.”
You hurried back in to put on your cute Christmas coat and boots you liked before closing the door behind you.
He sighed, the puff of air visible with the chill, “Looks like our original plan won’t work with all this snow.”
Your grin was wide, “That’s okay. We can improvise.”
He yelped as you quickly grabbed his hands, dragging him along. Then he chuckled.
“I’m coming, baby. I promise.”
“Then put those nice thighs of yours to use and walk faster!”
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“So, what are we doing first on this improvised date of ours?”
You didn’t answer, too focused on all the pretty Christmas decor decorating different places.
“[Name]?”
“Hmm…? Oh! We should check out the antique Christmas stand first!”
You dashed away, Sero having to rush after you.
“Hello, sir. You have such pretty things here,” you were looking with interested eyes after a polite bow.
“Oh, yes. I have old Christmas gadgets from all over the world here—I’m quite a collector, but I’m getting older you see. I’d like to let you younger folk gain happiness from them like I did at your age.”
Sero watched you look at everything with a soft smile.
He loved you so much.
As if you felt his eyes, you looked at him, only to shyly smile at the burning gaze and busy yourself with a Santa plate.
And you didn’t even know it.
The two of you hadn’t exchanged the ‘L’ word yet.
It wasn’t because he was so busy at UA, because you visited him every other day with special permission.
Or because you hadn’t gone on too many dates.
It was fear, he’d met you during the break before high school started. And you hadn’t known each other long before he’d gone through USJ. You were a rock he hadn’t known he needed.
You stuck by him. Helped him with his studies, helped him just get a break from it all, and comforted him after each villain situation.
He fell for you, it was impossible not to with how kind of a soul you were, and you fell for him.
So you made it official. But things were still kind of fresh.
So he thought it would be too soon to tell you…. ‘[Name]! I’m in love with you!’
So he just kept all that deep love in, letting enough of it seep out and pass as ‘like’.
Even though what he felt was so much more deeper and passionate than the simple feeling of ‘like’. ‘Liking’ was a boy’s feeling, he was a man that loved you.
But…what if you didn’t feel the same?
“Hanta? Are you still there or did you freeze from the cold?”
He snapped out of it, eyes meeting your amused ones.
“Yeah, just…You’re really cute right now.”
That look, so full of something you couldn’t place had you playing with your gloves. It was too intense.
“W-well anyway, I decided to get this,” you showed him your choice. “Let’s go!”
You zoomed away, but something caught his eye before he could follow you.
A gold carnation necklace.
“Ah, yes. It isn’t necessarily Christmas-themed, but I wanted to get rid of it.”
“How much is it?” he looked back up to the seller.
The elder man smiled at him, “Free of charge. You can take it.”
“There’s no way I could—”
“I know a man in love when I see it. Carnations are a wonderful flower to show that love with—and it’s old, nothing I can do with it. Go ahead!”
“Thank you.”
The seller put the necklace box into a pretty bag.
“Merry Christmas.”
“Yes, you too.”
You patiently waited a distance away, looking in different directions to find where Sero had disappeared to.
“Sorry, I got caught up buying something.”
“That’s okay! I noticed there was a hot chocolate stand not too far from here, let’s go there next!”
Sero just followed like the dutiful boyfriend he was, though he had to admit, once it cooled down a little, the hot chocolate was delicious.
The two of you continued walking, holding each other’s free hand as you talked about anything coming to mind.
Then Sero got bumped into.
“Ah!”
“Sorry!”
“Hanta! Are you okay?”
He waved off the person so they wouldn’t keep feeling bad.
You pulled him to the side to check his hand.
With the pout, you checked his hand, body hovering over it to block some of the cold.
“I told you you should’ve worn gloves…that would've helped a little.
“I wasn’t thinking about it.”
He watched as you took care of his hand, so gentle with him, checking how he was feeling.
You were always gentle and caring with him.
That’s why…
“I love you.”
Crap, did he say that out loud?
Your hands paused just as you placed one of your gloves on his wrapped hand.
“Uh, [Name] I—I shouldn’t have—”
“—Do you mean it?”
He couldn’t lie to you.
“...Yes. I love you so much it–it doesn’t make any sense. I love how much you care for me. I love when you’re so happy your face lights up. I love when you’re sad and come to me, wanting me to make you feel better. I love everything about you…” he looked away from you, “I know it’s kind of soon, but I just can’t help it. I–”
“—Love you, too.”
“Wait, huh?”
Your smile was soft and happy, “I love you, too. I had been hoping you felt the same way. I was going to ask you later today.”
Now Sero was happy, a bubbly grin stretching onto his face, “Wow. This is the greatest Christmas present ever—And I didn’t even need the necklace.”
“What necklace?”
He shyly rubbed his neck, “I, um—That man from the store gave me a necklace—A flower to confess love or something.”
“I’ll still take it. Just to be sure you really love me.”
“Of course, I love you! I’m serious!”
“I’m just teasing, Hanta. I know.”
“No. You need to be assured,” he went to attack your face with kisses.
Thank you so much for all the love and support! I'm not gone, college work as just been kicking my ass xD I've been working on some stuff though, so by christmas break, I'll hopefully release some things! Love you all! Have a good day/night :)
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The prequel, part 2 is out! Here.
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Rainy Days
Warning(s): Fluff, (hints at suggestive language) adult Shoto
You and Shoto's dating life after you leave your villianous past behind.
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When you wake up, the first thing you see is hetrochromatic eyes already looking at you.
"Good Morning, [Name]."
"G'Mornin," you mutter into a pillow (his intense gaze with no preparation led to you resetting there).
"Your sleep talking is cute every time."
"Ony yud tink tat (Only you'd think that)." You finally turn to meet his eyes, "Want breakfast?"
He nods, "I've been hungry for a while."
You groan as you roll out of the bed, shuffling on some slippers, "Why didn't you wake me up sooner, Sho?"
"You looked peaceful. I could wait," as he got up to follow you, he re-tied his pajama pants.
As you made your way to the kitchen, you yawned, grabbing all the dishes you needed robotically; it was like a seamless routine.
Shoto made himself helpful and helped grab ingredients (which also subtly hinted at what he wanted).
Once everything was set out, he obediently sat at the kitchen island and watched you.
At this point, you'd taught him a little about cooking...but Shoto couldn't be awesome at everything.
After years of teaching him, he'd only managed to master eggs, toast, tea, and cutting vegetables on a good day.
The minute he started your playlist, you sang along like it was your duty as an R&B nerd.
And as he watched you in your element in his kitchen, he felt glad that you were given another chance.
His gaze went down your figure, from your blindingly beautiful smile and plump lips that he could never stop finding attractive no matter how much time passed...
To your hips that swayed with your head to the music; your legs that he loved to hold and have around his—
"Why're you looking at me like that?"
His eyes slid up to meet yours, "I just...I glad that you're with me. I love you."
You didn't know how those three words still managed to fluster you after years.
You smiled, "I love you, too. Wanna try this? See if there's too much seasoning for you?"
Shoto chuckled, "I've been with you long enough to handle some seasoning by now, [Name]."
But he didn't object to being fed, of course he didn't. He loved your soul food no matter what time of day it was.
He was glad that the others weren't here to see this time, sometimes the whole 'you two are a married couple' teasing would get on his nerves.
Let him get spoiled from his Queen in peace.
As he thoughtfully chewed, you kissed his forehead and got back to work.
"Should we go out today?"
"You might want to wear more than just my shirt before we do that."
You rolled your eyes, "Obviously. I hate to see what you'd do if anyone else saw me like this but you."
He stared at you in silence for a long time, you didn't realize he was until you placed the plate in front of him.
Not a twitch.
"Shoto?"
"Hm?" he blinked back to reality. (Oh, there goes gravity.)
"You okay?"
"I was thinking about what I'd do...Probably not the best thing to happen."
You weren't any less confused as he got to eating.
"What does that mean—?”
"—It'd be better if you didn't know."
Well, okay then...
"Besides, it's raining. There's nowhere to go."
Only now did you notice the rain pounding on the window.
"And on your day off, too..."
You felt fingers intertwine with yours before lips brushed against your knuckles.
"That's okay. We don't need to go out for me to enjoy time with you. Last night, for example—"
"—Anyway. We could watch a movie or binge a show."
"If we get to cuddle, deal."
Cuddling was admittedly Shoto's favorite form of physical affection with you.
He loved the way your head fit perfectly in the crevice of his shoulder and head.
He loved the smell of your shampoo while your hair brushed his cheek.
He loved that the curve of your body fit into his, he loved your warmth.
He loved the little whispers of love and affection passing your lips.
He loved the soft neck kisses.
Your nails grazing his back.
He loved your random muttering in English, hearing the slang he understood, the slang he didn't.
He loved the intimacy, he loved how close he could be to you. The pure affection. Something he'd craved for a long time.
He loved the vulnerabilty.
He loved what it represented, the first time the two of you cuddled after a long night of talking.
He loved the trust. The safety.
He loved cuddling with you because you were truly his home.
He needed you.
Absentmindedly, he began to kiss your neck as he went deeper into thought.
More than he realized sometimes.
His friends made him learn what friendship was.
But you taught him what love was like.
"S-Shoto?"
He handn't realized his hands had traveled.
"Yes?"
"What happened to inocently watching the movie?"
He smiled into his shirt, "I never said anything like that...besides, what else is there to do to repay you for the breakfast?"
Oo, thanks. Its set during winter in a fictional town in Belgium, and some places in Poland and Germany, so there's lots of snow and cold weather in general.
A recurring theme is mist, rain and grey skies, I think it just has a certain vibe.
There's lots of pathetic fallacy in my WIP
For the Rebloggers:
Where did you get the origin of your current WIP idea? What inspired it? Where did you begin?
Answer to the first question: Ryley. She's a rough, gritty, and rebellious future mechanical engineer who's not big on romance.
Answer 2: The rain is pouring heavy, the sky dark, and the air chilly enough to raise goosebumps.
Answer 3: I have too many to count and I kind of work on them when I'm in the mood, so I don't really have a single WIP that's current (if that makes sense?). But anyway, I get inspired from life, books I read, and shows I watch. Those things inspire me to make stories that I don't really see and would love to create and have out there :)
Question for the next rebloggers: Which character is the most important to you and why?
I wrote this to flesh out the possible relationship between Aizawa and an OC for my fanfic.
Want more from me? 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
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🐱Beauty at the Café🐱 (MHA or My Hero Academia)
Warning(s): Reader is a rich MILF (Kid is in his class), Bold=English
You and Aizawa have frequent meet-ups at a quaint little cat café...it's about time you met his friend Present Mic...
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The first time you ran into each other was purely coincidence.
He heard of this newly opened cat café that was popular, yet somehow quiet and far from packed.
And he liked cats, so why not check it out?
You sponsored the café due to the owners being young, you wanted to support them as a fellow cat lover and owner. They wanted you to try out all their dishes for your opinion.
You noticed him as he sat down at a table next to yours.
"Oh. That you Eraser head?"
He slowly turned his head, recognizing the voice, "Ms. [Last Name]."
You leaned your head on a fist with a pearly white smile, "I'm both surprised and unsurprised to see you here."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked dryly.
"You kinda seemed like a cat kind of man, that's all. Funny we ran into each other, though."
"What are you doing here? This isn't usually the area people in your class enjoy."
You chuckle, "Even the rich like cheap when we're modest—But actually, I'm here on business."
"Business. Sounds about right for the richest woman in the world," he turned his attention to a soft-looking Birman.
"Cinnamon."
"What?"
"That's her name. Cinnamon."
"Oh."
Eventually, he would sit at your table with you. And eventually the length of conversation grew.
Once he realized you weren't some snobby rich lady, he was quite a bit more comfortable with you. But he wasn't too surprised, your daughter acted far from spoiled. Had no idea she was a rich kid until he met you and learned you were her mother.
He was glad one of his favorite students had a good parent to match.
And even though he didn't want to admit it, he was really starting to warm up to you.
He wasn't the biggest fan of the business suits, heels, and overall made up look. He wasn't one to care about appearance that much.
But your coiled hair, thick and natural...
He loved the feeling of freeness it gave off, it took away the intimidating classiness that clashed against his...he didn't know.
And he supposed you weren't always dressed to work, sometimes he saw you in casual and steetwear. Baggy clothes, tees with the faces of old rappers, heavy boots and cardigans.
He admittedly liked when you wore comfy clothes better.
But he thought you could pull of anything.
You best accessory to him other than your hair was your smile. Which was saying a lot coming from a guy who wasn't the happy type.
But there was a problem.
Someone was onto him, noticing he was going out more.
Hizashi.
So Aizawa tried to be slick, hide you from him...
But he should've known his friend better than that.
"You don't need to come with me."
"I just wanna see what's so great, that has you coming here every other day! You never go out this much."
"I like cats."
"Sure, cats," the blonde smirked, "You met a woman there didn't you?"
"No."
"You did!" he gasped, "Is she there now?"
"I don't know."
"I want to meet her!"
"That's not necessary."
When Hizashi laid eyes on you, he had to lower his shades, he was in complete disbelief.
"Huh...she's actually very pretty."
Aizawa glared at his friend, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I just thought it'd be someone sadder-looking, like you. That seemed like it'd be more your type."
Aizawa can only sigh, then you happen to look up mid-bite.
You smile and wave to the familiar pro-hero as he approaches, "Hello, again, Aizawa. How've you been since the last time I saw you?"
He groans, sliding into the booth seat across from you, "Could be better. Got tailed this time."
You lean forward on a fist in intrigue, observing the person accompanying him, "You're a friend of Aizawa's...Present Mic, right?"
"You can call me Hizashi!"
You and Hizashi seemed to get along swimmingly, which made Shota feel both fond and annoyed at the same time.
Then he lost you both when you started speaking in English.
"Nah, there ain't no way!"
"Yeah, that's what he did," Hazashi was cackling like a hyena.
"That villain was tweakin'! What did he think you was finna do? Let him just do that? Crazy!"
Apparently when you were comfortable, your English became more casual. Aizawa thought it was cute.
Then he decided he did enough social interaction for one day.
But just as he and Hizashi went out the exit, he sharply turned to him.
"What?"
"Give me your phone real quick, Shota."
"Why?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"Just trust me."
"I'm not trusting that smile," but Shota gave it to him anyway.
Hizashi ran back inside and Aizawa impatiently waited until the blonde came out with a goofy grin, handing him his phone back.
"Why are you smiling like that?"
"You can thank me later. And look, you already got a text!"
Aizawa looked down at his phone. Your name was on the screen and lo and behold, there was a single text.
'I had fun! It was nice to see you again Eraserhead o(^▽^)o'
"Whoa! Is that a smile I see?"
The minuscule smile was gone, "No."
"It waaas!" he gently elbowed his lonely looking friend.
"It wasn't.
"You think she's cuuute," he poked Shota's side.
"...Whatever."
"You didn't deny it! Who would've thought you could pull?
Hi, was wondering if i could request headcanons for Levi from AOT with a f! , short, and shy reader? Tyy
Levi x Fem. Shy Short Reader HCs
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⚔Vertically Challenged⚔ (AOT or SNK)
Warning(s): None
Levi utterly enjoys being taller than someone for once...
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Levi showed a slight favoritism for you from the beginning.
Nobody knew why
But it was a thing
He often stood next to you when all of you were gathered as a group
And when he would scold you, he would always lower his head
Some guessed it was because you were so small and shy, that he felt the need to keep an eye on you.
They were half right
He just liked being taller than someone for once
When he'd stand by you, he felt a little taller than usual
When he lowered his head to you, he felt manly and tall
And he enjoyed the feeling
And he retuned the favor to his new source of confidence, whenever others picked on you, he'd shut them down
All you could ever utter was a quiet thank you, but deep inside the feeling of a person looking out for you was an enjoyable feeling
You decided one day to thank him personally. You mustered up the courage to give him a letter you wrote.
But after you gave it to him, you chickened out and tried to leave.
"[Last Name], stand right here. It's an order," he pointed to a spot in front of him.
He just wanted to tower over you, really
You squirmed in your spot as he read.
You found it a lot easier to speak when writing it out, you could avoid the anxiety of a person's reaction.
But you were stuck.
Then his eyes met yours.
He looked you over
You were so adorable and he was whipped
And after a while, the two of you ended up being the unofficial married couple
He would tease your shyness
And be completely flustered during rare times of boldness sneaking out your shell
He became even more protective of you
Occasionally will have an arm around your shoulder, more often he'll just shadow you
Will go on beast mode if someone tries or does hurt you
Will pat your head and call you short related names
"I'm not that much shorter than you!"
Will carry you like a princess for the smallest of reasons. A headache? Carrying you. A stubbed toe? Carrying you. A pulled muscle? Expect to be carried.
He doesn't tell you that you make him feel manly because of this, that this small difference in height boosts his ego.
And he gets pissed off when people call you both short
"We're just vertically challenged. And besides, I'm taller than her."
