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Hazbin Hotel Characters React to You Asking for a Hug (PART 1)
Y’all already KNEW this was coming
Charlie
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“Oh my goodness, of course you can have a hug!!!”
So excited omg
Her love language is physical touch, she told me herself
Her hugs are Aggressive
Like, the whole tackles you the ground if you’re not careful
Bone crushing hugs
Hugging Charlie is cheaper than chiro, and works just as well 🤷‍♀️
She is So Here for asking for what you need though
So proud of you, even if this is completely normal for you
Vaggie
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“I mean, fine, but does it have to be me?”
Will begrudgingly hug you
Tries her hardest to hand you off to her gf
Proud Chaggie enthusiast here
Gives a Solid hug
Firm and safe vibes
Lowkey happy to came to her though
Won’t hug you for a long period of time
BUT
Will happily let you trail after her for the rest of the day
Angel Dust
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MY BELOVED
“Ya sure ya don’t need nothin’ else babes?”
Honest to god shocked when you genuinely just want a hug
“Ah, shit. Um. Okay toots.”
Starts off as the awkwardest hugger omfg
Doesn’t rlly know what to do
Realises that he kinda needs this too after the first few seconds.
One set of arms hold you, while the other plays with your hair
“Yo, do ya just wanna cuddle or somethin’?”
Y’all become eachother’s designated comfort person after that
you’re one of the only people who’s touch makes angel feel safe and cared for
Husk
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“Shit, really? Ugh, c’m’ere.”
Pretends to hate it
Probs the only person to instantly pick up on whatever reason you need a hug
“You need to talk ‘bout it?”
Canonically good listener
Won’t offer solutions unless you ask for them
wing hugs, wing hugs, wing hugs, wing hugs
Like Vaggie, won’t Actively hold you for long
But will let you cling onto him for however long you need
Tries to stop you from hugging anyone he deems “too fucked up”
it’s literally just alastor ffs
Nifty
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“OhohohhoHOHOHHO of course!!”
Literally scales up your body like the little gremlin she is
Basically just rides on your shoulders
Probs tries to steal something from you (hair, etc) for her “friends shrine”
It’s a lil creepy, but well intentioned
If you’re (un)lucky she’ll make you a crown of dead bugs
Sir Pentious
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“From me?”
Babes is so confused
But not unwilling
“Of courssse my dear friend!”
Tbh really touched that you trust him that much
Gets the egg boiz in on it
Probs starts rambling to you about his newest inventions
Is the type to forget he’s hugging you, and just continue on as usual and get confused when his hands are full
Beloved dumb bitch
Alastor
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“No :)”
I’m sorry y’all but he just Won’t
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Part 2 of Hatori Sohma HCs pretty please?
@whatthefragisinsurrance
Of course I can m’love!! So sorry for the wait but here it is <33
Hatori Sohma HCs (PART 2)
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Part one here
Hatori is a sucker for domestic life
Like,, all he wants is normality
He wants someone to wake up to in the morning, and fall asleep to at night
He wants someone to know how he likes his coffee, and makes it without thinking twice
(He’s a short black kinda guy, btw)
((The only other things he will drink is water or green tea))
Going off that, his primary love language is acts of service
You will practically never brush your own hair again
He loves being able to take care of you in such a simple way
Does the same whenever you have muscle cramps
^^gives really good massages
He struggles giving words of affirmation, but Loves receiving them
If you’re not really amazingly good at reading people, you probably didn’t realise he was interested in you
There were no major indicators
Shocked EVERYONE except Shigure and Ayame when y’all got together
((the same thing happens when he proposes three and a half years later))
Hatori gets Real jealous when his two dumbasses start flirting with you
When he gets jealous, just,,, silently fumes
Grumpy grumpy man
Doesn’t blame you, of course
Just regrets ever befriending them
Speaking of, Shigure and Aya Love you
Or y’know, they love shit stirring Hatori and you’re the best way to do that
Only reads non-fiction
What a boring bitch
And if you didn’t already realise
If you want Hatori
You’re getting his adopted son (Momiji) too
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Hi! I was wondering, if you are taking requests can I request reader taking care of Loona and/or Octavia like a mom or smth?
I dunno man I just want like… wrap them in my arms and tell them that sometimes shuts fucked but they’ll be okay
@idontreallyexistyet I’d love to!!
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Loona & Octavia with Maternal!Reader
LOONA
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Loona would be SO hesitant to accept you as a mother figure in her life
Like, it’s pretty well known to everyone that she was left at the shelter as a kid
So she didn’t have a parental figure until Blitzø
And as begrudgingly grateful as she is for him - he’s not always the best option
Enter you
You’ve worked at I.M.P as long as Loona’s been there
You’re the one who keeps everyone on track, and keeps them safe - patches them up once jobs are over
At first, Loona thinks you’re just doing this to get on her good side
And then she thinks it’s just because you pity her
But - eventually the hellhound realises that you just actually care
She subconsciously starts gravitating towards you
Sitting next to you in meetings, etc.
And on one really shitty day, she just breaks
Loona snaps, and you end up taking the brunt of the outburst
When you usher everybody else out of the room - she becomes even more defensive
But when you open your arms, and whisper “cm’ere honey, what’s really bothering you?”
She Caves.
In seconds, the usually sharp-tongued hellhound is blubbering in your arms, explaining how shit of a day she’s had
Now, she goes to you before it reaches that point
Sometimes, she slips and calls you mum
But you both pretend it doesn’t happen, for Loona’s sake
If she ever needs a hug, or to talk something out - you’re the first person she calls
Don’t tell Blitzø
OCTAVIA
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Although Via has a mum already, they don’t exactly have the best relationship
Alot of the time, the owlet feels as though her mum only uses her as a pawn against her dad
At least Stolas tries
So when her parents hire you to help with her schooling - she can’t help but feel brushed off yet again
But slowly, the two of you build a relationship
You’re not like her other tutors
You’re passionate, and you let her go on tangents about astronomy whenever it’s even a little relevant
You’re patient, and you understand things in a way Via can understand
Over time, Via starts opening up to you, telling you about her parents - how their fighting affects her
And you comfort her
But, she’d always sort of assumed they were just kind words
So one day; when her parents storm in fighting yet again - she’s caught off guard when you stand up from the table
Even more so when you tell them both in a firm voice and a withering stare that they needed to take their arguments elsewhere
Because they were making Via uncomfortable
So when her parents finally leave
The teen can’t help but run over to hug you tightly, whispering a quiet ‘thank you’
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Helluva Boss Characters Reacting to You Asking for a Hug
Tbh this series is just for my own enjoyment at this point lmao
I’m so normal about them, I swear.
BLITZØ
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Honestly, it depends on what type of relationship you have with him
Familial relationship? Best BELIEVE he’s coddling the shit outta you rn
^ def a cheek pincher
“Hey sweetie? Do you need me ta fuck someone up for ya?”
But if y’all are platonic, or SATAN FORBID
R O M A N T I C ?
Ur not getting Shit
Well, until you start crying
“You’re a fuckin’ baby, you know that?”
Very casual hugs
Always sits his chin on you
Will complain the entire time
But you both know he loves you
LOONA
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“Oh shit, you good?”
She’s blunt, not heartless
Honestly pretty touched that you asked for a hug instead of just going for one
Like her adoptive dad, very casual hugs
Usually just slings an arm over your shoulders
Won’t talk to you about it
Y’all just sit in comforting silence
Don’t let anyone point out that she’s letting you touch her
Will get v flustered
Depending on how you both feel - may let you play with her hair to self regulate
MILLIE
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“Sure thing, hun!”
Doesn’t matter who you are, or why you need a hug, she’ll take it
Physical affection is her top love language idc
Squeezes super super tight
Like, you can barely breathe
Gushes over how sweet you are
Will probs pepper your face in kisses too (doesn’t matter what ur relationship with her is)
((Millie is a strong believer in non-romantic kisses, she told me herself))
Will probs ask Moxxie to bring y’all a drink
MOXXIE
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“Uhh, you sure you want a hug from me?”
Yes babe I’m sure
Doesn’t think he’s the best one to be comforting you - will palm you off to Millie if he can
But will be offended if anyone else says he can’t look after you
^^ Gets all huffy about it
Distraction is his new best friend
Will tell you a mixture of stories and fun facts to try and make you feel better
Will also make you a hot drink
If you want to, will talk out your feelings with you
STOLAS
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Babes just blinks for a hot minute as your words register with him
Has the softest smile
“Of course, dearest. Come here.”
A hug isn’t enough for him, you’re in for a full blown cuddle sesh now
Likes the feeling of having you fully wrapped up in his arms
Forehead kisses. Forehead Kisses.
Will sometimes swaddle you in blankets like a literal baby
Hums softly for you
Tries to ask what’s wrong, will def push the subject
He just wants to fix it, okay?
Will just,,, smother you in affection until you’re okay
And then some
OCTAVIA
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Judgemental eyebrow raise.
Judgy, judgy girl
Y’all gotta be CLOSE for her to hug
((But not really, she’s so touch starved its not funny, but we don’t talk about that-))
Long, comforting hugs
If u end up crying, will fix your makeup for you
Don’t mention it though
Like, literally don’t mention it or it won’t happen again
She probs just breathes a sigh of relief when y’all hugs
Holds on a little too tight, for a little too long
If you ask first, she’ll start coming to you for hugs now too
FIZZAROLLI
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Baby. Baby, baby man.
Will wrap his arms around you several times over
Another really tight hugger
You had shit to do?
Sike, not anymore
Now you’re spending all day with Fizz
Your fault, you started it by asking for a hug
Is super worried about you, but tries to play it down
Will do stupid shit just to see you laugh
Will ALSO flirt with you until you can’t stand it anymore
ASMODEUS
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Immediately concerned, does not try to hide it
Much like his bf, cancels all plans for today
Y’all are gonna be chilling in bed and cuddling now
Just kinda,,, scoops you up?
Definitely plays with your hair
Gives a SOLID head massage
So so gentle and sweet
Just lays you on his chest
Draws pictures on your back and makes you guess what he’s drawing
^^ he does this to help ground you
Tbh he’ll probably drag Fizz to bed too, so know they’re both looking after you
Mans isn’t gonna let anyone get left out
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Could you please do Hatori Sohma headcannons?
Omg, absolutely yes I can @whatthefragisinsurrance ! I’m a maddd Hatori simp, so I apologise in advance for my shenanigans <3
Spoilers if you haven’t completed the series, so be wary
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Hatori Sohma HCs
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just look at my mans omfg he’s so-
No matter the nature of your relationship with him, he takes ages to warm up to you
But once he’s in it, he’s in it
Quiet ride or die
Always so soft and gentle w you
Type of mans to speak to you in a slightly gentler voice without realising it
Shigure and Ayame give him so much shit for it
Subconsciously very touchy as well??
Lots of fleeting touches, like resting a hand on your shoulder, fixing your hair
Most PDA you’re gonna get is hand holding smh
Even post-curse, will only hug you in public if you’re genuinely distraught
The kinda guy to cradle the back of your head while he holds you??
I would MELT omg
Love language is acts of service, obvs
^^ Does it without thinking half of the time
General hc is that because of his eye, he struggles with depth perception
So bc of this, he SUCKS at sport now
Cannot hit a ball to save his life
Table tennis between him and Tohru is fucking pathetic, it’s adorable
Can’t be caught being bad at anything, so simply doesn’t play sport anymore
^^ he probably injures himself cooking now more too
Pls scold him for not asking for help when he needs it
God knows someone needs to
Absolutely melts if you help him without asking
T E M P L E. K I S S E S.
He lowkey wants kids some day but will Never bring it up unless you do first
Even then, will pretend to be rlly unbothered by the idea
Okay, I’m gonna stop now or else I’ll ramble about this mans forever
Part 2??? 👀👀👀
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hey hey, what’s good?
i was wondering if you could do a Ritsu Sohma headcanons post thingy? there’s like nothing about her and I need some inspo for the fic im writing about her ;;
just miscellaneous headcanons are fine, things like music taste or what she’d be like in a relationship idk fshahsshahha—
cant you tell I love Ritsu? xD
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hope you drank some water today and ate something!
Hi @beesonhoneytoast!! So sorry it took so long to do, but here it is!!
RITSU SOHMA HEADCANONS
If you can't tell from my previous works, I am a Firm believer in MTF Ritsu.
Her mum def accepts her, but does worry for her safety
Wants to one day learn to make her own clothes
Is scary good at makeup, specifically natural/clean girl makeup
Vegan??
Definitely for moral reasons
^ won't speak up and say she's vegan though - will simply Starve
^^ (please speak up for her and make sure she eats)
Doesn't have pets, but is absolutely the type to leave food out for stray & wild animals
Results in Giselle from Enchanted vibes
Probs your biggest hype gal
But!! Be weary, cause she will tear herself down at the same time.
Once you get close, will take your every word as truth - so use this to help build her self-esteem
Doesn't really have many friends?
Will cry if you adopt her into your friend group fr
Gets really flustered by any forms of affection - platonic or romantic
PDA may kill her tbh
Feels the most loved with physical touch and words of affirmation
Shows love with words of affirmation and acts of service
Always has your favourite tea in the cupboard - ready to brew for the two of you
Overall, she's an absolute sweetheart and I love her.
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Seat 21 - Chapter 8
A/N - woot woot, now we're starting to get into the REAL shit
It’s odd, living with your teachers.
It’s not something I’d ever expected.
Yamada and I go back to my apartment, and grab the rest of my belongings. I set up my room in the Aizawa-Yamada household over the weekend; it’s nearly identical to what I had before.
Aizawa is doing much better by Monday, insisting he come back to school with Yamada and I.
He wins.
I’m the first student in class, unsurprisingly. Aizawa and Yamada are in the staffroom grading papers.
Pulling out a needle and thread, I reach for my spare masks. Yamada bought me an obnoxiously large packet; ignoring my protests to pay for it myself.
A ‘welcome home’ gift, he said.
By the time my classmates start filing in, I’m halfway through embroidering a starfish. The chatter grows louder with numbers. 
“Hinode-san!” A cheerful greeting comes accompanied by a leering shadow. Looking up, I meet a pair of sparkling green eyes. The shade reminds me of Jun.
Midoriya, how are you feeling? I ask, fingers moving swiftly.
My classmate cocks his head in confusion, and an embarrassed flush coats my cheeks.
I’ve been taking Aizawa and Yamada’s obscure knowledge for granted. Not everyone knows sign.
I open my notebook, grabbing a pen from my pocket. I scribble the same message, turning the book around.
“Oh! I’m doing really well, thanks for asking!” The boy’s smile is wide, genuinity shining through. 
His smile is contagious, I decide. My lips brush against cotton.
Aizawa clears his voice from the front, causing Midoriya’s head to whip around. With an apologetic smile, he hurries back to his own seat. 
Shallow whispers of concern break out across the classroom.
My heart still wrenches at the sight of my sensei. Yamada and I tried so hard to convince him to take another day off - even just a half day.
But I’m starting to learn that Aizawa is near as stubborn as I am.
“My wellbeing is completely irrelevant right now,” Aizawa grumbles.
Lies. My fingers move intuitively in my lap. 
“The sports festival is practically here, so we have no time to waste.” The simple sentence sends excited chatter through the class like a wave.
God.
I’d completely forgotten.
The U.A. sports festival. Some compare its audiences to that of the Olympics. People from across the country will watch us compete with one another; using our quirks to elevate usual sports to near deadly levels.
My identity will no longer be hidden.
The world will know me as the niece of Hinode Kaori.
The shock leaves metal in my mouth. 
I was fully aware this day was coming. 
But not so soon.
Others have their own concerns.
Questions about the attack on the school are raised, only for them to be brushed aside with promises of heightened security.
“The entire nation will be watching. Including any pro heroes looking to recruit provisional heroes. So keep that in mind while you train.” Despite the gravelly annoyance, Aizawa’s voice has a subtle hint of gentleness to it.
“Class dismissed, get outta my hair.” He mumbles, waving at the door before chatter can erupt through the class.
Everyone shoots up from their seats, running over into the small friendship groups that have started to form.
Bakugou. Kirishima. Kaminari.
Midoriya. Uraraka. Iida. 
Shoji comes over to Tokoyami and Dark.
I tuck my needle and thread into the side of the mask; shoving it into my backpack. 
My chair scrapes, and I start to walk down the hall alone.
The lunchroom is bustling as usual.
Luckily there is a clear table, tucked behind some of the indoor shrubbery.
“Kero, mind if I sit here?”
My muscles jolt in surprise. A simple nod, and Asui Tsuyu is sitting across from me.
“How are you doing, since the attack and all?” The frog-girl asks nonchalantly; shovelling salad into her mouth.
Leaning down to my bag, I pull out my small notebook.
‘I’m holding up well, and you?’ I scribble, passing the pad over.
“I’m glad, kero. I’m doing okay.” Asui nods. Her wide eyes survey the lunchroom, before resting on me.
“Are you excited for the sports festival, kero?” Her green hair swishes as the girl cocks her head.
‘More nervous than anything else. Yourself?’ I write.
Asui hums in agreement.
“Kero, pretty much the same.”
Silence settles between us as we eat, noise of the room filling the void. 
‘Why did you come to sit with me Asui?’ The question sits on my page, notebook in my hand. Asui leans over inquisitively.
“No one should eat alone, kero. And call me Tsu. All my friends do, kero.” She shrugs, tidying up the lunch trays.
The bell rings, and without a word Tsu stacks my tray atop of hers and carries it back to the kitchen.
An aching warm welcomes my chest.
A friend.
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The next two weeks past swiftly.
Tsu has lunch with me every day until the Sports Festival. Tokoyami and Dark do as well.
The three of us start gravitating towards eachother outside of lunch period, too. Group projects, partnered training.
One of my masks has a little frog embroidered near the ear loops.
Another has a little eclipsed moon.
At the apartment, Yamada encourages me to practice my voice in his home recording booth. He assures me it’s sound proof, but I wait until both him and Aizawa are on patrol to practise anyways.
But today is when it all matters.
Today is when I prove to everyone that I am here to help, not to harm.
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MASTERLIST
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Seat 21 - Chapter 7
A/N: As promised, more mass update!
 Ever faithful to his word, Mic sensei does come back. 
His flyaways are completely out of control now; static raising his hair. 
“Why hello miss Hinode!” A bright voice chirps from below. My eyes follow the sound, stopping by Mic sensei’s shin. Principal Nezu grins up, beady eyes shining.
“Would you mind letting us in? I have some things we’d like to discuss.”  Before I can so much as answer, the small rodent squeezes through the opening of the door. With an apologetic smile, Mic sensei holds the door wider; nodding at me to follow the principal.
Nezu strolls through the apartment without care; hopping up into the musty armchair thats older than I am. 
“Miss Hinode, it has come to my attention that you are living here unsupervised, yes?” Beady eyes are trained on my face.
Hesitantly, I nod.
“And you are aware that a minor living their own violates the national child protection order?” The words are so nonchalant; but make me freeze nonetheless.
“We can’t have any students breaking the law, Miss Hinode.” Principal Nezu tuts.
My blood runs cold.
Please don’t expel me. My hands tremble, temples stinging.
“Well, that’s certainly an option.” The rodent muses.
“You could move back home, but I understand that you would then have trouble with your commute. Yes?” A chaste nod is all I can manage.
“The third option, is you find another place to live - with guardians of some sort. Usually we would offer group homes or government foster families. But Present Mic seems to think that in an,, unfair decision.” My eyes shoot up to my sensei.
A half smile, guilt ridden to say the least.
“That is why he kindly offered up his home and guardianship to you. We have already spoken with your father, and he has approved this decision if you should proceed.” Nezu explains.
My father? I ask.
“Your ma, uh, didn’t pick up kiddo.” Present Mic whispers.
Oh.
I wish I could say I was surprised.
“It’s up to you kiddo,” It’s almost amusing how short Mic sensei is as he crouches down. Someone so tall looks odd looking up at me.
“But, if you decide to stay with me, I promise to look after ya the best I can.” The solemnity of his voice scares me.
Suddenly, I’m eight again; looking out on an audience of hundreds. Unable to say anything, no matter how badly I want to.
It’s times like this I feel how heavy the pearls are on my ears. 
But, Mic sensei is kind.
He is patient.
He saw how scared I was yesterday, and came to visit me today.
My instincts scream against me.
Don’t go. Don’t trust. Never trust. Alone is safer than together.
But, I want to be a hero. Mic sensei can help me. He’s a prohero, its his job to look after people.
He was a prohero too. So was she. Now look at them.
What, I start. Is your home like?
“Well kiddo. I live in an apartment with my husband, and our three cats.” Mic sensei explains softly.
Husband? Alarm bells ring. Not safe. 
What does he think? Hesitancy slows my hands.
“Well, Shou has abit of a soft spot for you. So I’m sure he won’t mind.” He shrugs.
Shou? Cogs start turning; surely not.
“Yeah, ‘zawa loves you kids. But he worries about you.” The blond muses, confirming my suspicions.
Aizawa sensei.
He promised he would be careful.
He let me stay.
He’s giving me a third chance.
Okay. If you’re sure. I sign.
“Wonderful!” Nezu claps, my entire body jerking in response. Climbing down from the couch, the rodent rests a paw on my teacher’s knee.
“I’ll go and start the paperwork, you and Miss Hinode can start packing.” Though he doesn’t smile, Nezu’s beady eyes glint as he happily strolls through the front door.
I swear I can hear him humming.
I deflate, held breath leaving me. Mic sensei’s own sigh echoes. 
“Alright, it’s getting late so we’ll just grab the essentials tonight; ‘kay kiddo?” He asks, tone gentle as ever.
Ok.
Rushing to my room, I grab exactly that - the essentials. My uniform, pyjamas, toiletries and the like.
It’s always shocking - how an entire life can pack away into just a few bags. I give myself a pat down, checking that I have everything.
Phone? Yes.
Wallet? Yes.
Keys? Yes.
Mask?
Shit.
My fingers graze my lips, rather than the cotton that should be there. My mind spins, trying to think of where it could possibly be. I sift through my memories, before landing on the incriminating moment.
The shipwreck zone, in the water. 
I ripped off my mask to call for Asui.
It’s gone.
Annoyance surges through my body, my lips pursing together. 
If I was home, on my own, this wouldn’t be a problem. I could see where buy some more fabric nearby, and have a new one stitched up by tomorrow.
But I can’t. I was given the choice to continue living alone, or continue my hero studies and I chose the latter. Mic-sensei has been kind enough to offer me a place to stay and I thank him by putting him and Aizawa sensei in danger.
Maybe All Might was right.
I am dangerous. 
A hand gently placed on my shoulder. My body jerks, twisting around at alert.
“What’s with the scowl, kiddo?” Present Mic sensei’s voice is patient. Kind. Too kind to be in such danger.
I clamp my teeth down onto my tongue, fangs piercing.
My mask, I lost it in the battle yesterday. I explain.
“Still feeling sick?” There’s an undercurrent of concern to his voice. “Maybe we should get you into a doctor.”
I shake my head.
For my voice. So I don’t accidentally use my quirk and hurt people. My hands fly frantically, and it surprises me that my sensei keeps up. 
“For your quirk?” The man tilts his head slightly. “Seems like overkill, kiddo.”
Liquid metal fills my mouth.
Is not. I argue, earning only a shrug in response.
“Okay, if you’re sure. I’ll pick up a pack when I do the groceries tomorrow.” Mic sensei concedes, obviously not understanding the looming danger.
Thanks, I sign curtly, scared that even my visual words will harm him.
“Other than that, you ready to go kiddo?” He asks, nodding towards the door. “Car’s still out front and ready to go.”
I nod again, trying to avoid words. A grin breaks out on my teacher’s face.
“Then let’s go!” His voice is back to that familiar cheer, slightly soothing my anxiety.
I duck under his leather-clad arm as Mic-sensei holds the door open for me. A jingle of the knob confirms that its locked, as he steps out beside me.
Following him down the apartment stairs, I keep as silent as possible.
I keep that same silence as I slide into the passenger seat of Mic sensei’s black SUV. 
My silence stays as we pull up outside a new apartment complex; one that looks significantly fancier than the one we just came from.
It stays silent, right up until the door to my sensei’s apartment opens. 
A series of frantic meows greets us.
A long haired tabby rolls over upon seeing us, purring into the polished floor. It blinks it’s large yellow eyes at me.
My breath hitches; heart stinging.
“That’s Kitaro,” Mic starts, not even looking up to identify the cat as he locks the door behind us.
“He’s an attention whore,” He continues. Laughter builds in my chest, threatening to bubble over. 
Taking a deep breath, I successfully suppress it; but I can’t stop the smile from forming on my face.
“‘Zashi? That you?” A pained groan echoes through the house. The voice sends flashes through my mind.
Careful. Careful. A toothy grin within a beak. Blood rushing down my sensei’s face.
“Yeah babe, it’s me.” Mic-sensei calls out from behind me.
“Be right back, kiddo. I’m just gonna go let Sho know what’s going on.” He explains, walking past me. Sheer guilt shoots through my heart.
I forgot Aizawa sensei didn’t know I was coming.
Standing awkwardly in the doorway, I hear voices murmur from what I assume is their bedroom. 
Kitaro rolls over, stretching as he steps up. With another needy meow, he bumps into my leg firmly. Bringing my hand to meet his head, a warm rumble shakes the cat’s entire body. My heartbeat slows with each purr. 
“Kiddo? Sho wants to talk.” Mic’s voice echoes down the hall.
Just like that, fear grips my heart again. I feel it pounding in my eardrums, making my footsteps inaudible.
My blond sensei stands in a doorway, a concerned smile.
“Now kid, he’s okay, but don’t be shocked. He did only come home from the hospital at lunch.” He explains gently, a hand on my shoulder. 
Mic-sensei steps aside, and tears immediately well in my eyes.
The only recognisable feature that I can see is the familiar black hair. Everything else, from head to toe, is covered in a thick layer of bandages.
“Hinode?” The lump of bandages speaks into the room, not moving from its spot in the large bed.
“She’s here, Sho.” Mic confirms quietly.
“Mic told me you were living on your own, is that true?” The fatigue is evident in Aizawa-sensei’s voice, moreso than ever. 
I nod, Mic sensei leaning over to whisper in my ear.
“He can’t see you through the bandages. You’re gonna have to speak, kiddo.” I could slap myself upside the head with the obvious realisation.
“I’m not going to make you talk, Hinode. But I still expect answers to my questions.” The bandages grumble. An arm sneaks out from under the duvet, resting near the side of the bed.
“Just sign on my hand, it’ll take me a second to get it though.” The arm is bandaged just as heavily as the rest of him, but I rest my hands in his palm nonetheless.
Yes, sensei. I spell carefully.
“So you were living alone? At fifteen?” The judgment in my teacher’s voice is clear as day.
Yes. I admit. A tired sigh.
“Do you know how ridiculous that is?” The scolding is gentle, almost, concerned.
Yes, I do. Embarrassment eats me alive.
“There’s going to be some rules here, okay?” Aizawa sensei’s voice is getting raspier by the minute.
Of course. I sign. Thank you Aizawa sensei.
“At home, you call us Aizawa and Yamada. We’re not your senseis here, we’re your guardians.” He starts, and my eyes widen. I turn to question this with Mic-sensei, only to get a pointed look in return.
Ok. Hesitantly, I agree.
“Don’t go telling all the other kids that ‘Zashi and I are married, either. I hate dealing with pointless gossip.” Aizawa’s lecturing is the most familiarity I’ve experienced since entering the apartment.
I nod my hand in his palm.
“Keep your room clean, help with chores. Keep doing your best at school. Saturdays are movie nights, feel free to join if you so wish.” There’s a finality to the last sentence. 
“I’m going back to sleep, I don’t care what you two pick out for dinner.” He addresses both of us now, retracting his arm back into the bed. 
“Okay, sleep well babe. Lemme know if you need anything.” Mic-sensei, no, Yamada, moves some hair out of his husband’s bandaged face fondly. Then, he turns to me.
“Let's get you set up, kiddo.” He smiles.
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Seat 21 - Chapter 6
A/N: So so sorry for the long wait on this one!! Shit hit the fan and I forgot to update lmao. Going to mass update soon!
“Do not fear, students,” A voice booms. The discomfort it usually brings me is overrun by relief.
“I am here.” All Might zips toward us, seemingly flying inbetween villains on the way.
Everyone he’s touched is down. 
I glance up at Aizawa sensei, his eyes losing their glow. 
Though suddenly, I’m looking down at him instead.
My shoulder clashes against someone else, the warmth of their skin startling me. Sopping wet cloth sticks against my tail. Frantically, I search for everyone; only to find them encased by the same large suit-clad arms as myself.
All might. 
Wind rushes over us, and I feel my fins start to shrivel away. 
Gently, we meet the reddish cement. 
“Everybody head back to the entrance; and take Aizawa sensei. He hasn’t got much time.” The number one hero instructs, barely sparing us a glance. All I can do in response is nod.
My newly returned legs tremble as I pull them underneath me.
The pavement is rough and hard, my shoes long gone in the struggle. By the time I’m up, there is little I can do to help except follow my fellow students up the staircase.
The mutters from my left are near incoherent, but concerning nonetheless. Words like limits, trouble, time, are all I can pick up.
“Tsuyu, Hinode?” He speaks up.
“Yes Midoriya?” Tsuyu croaks.
“I need you two to carry Aizawa sensei.” His voice is warbling, eyes distant. 
I’m scared. I know whatever he intends to do, it will be dangerous.
But I cannot help, not without hindering him.
I slide an arm under Aizawa sensei’s arm; Midoriya takes off. Heading directly back into battle.
Careful. I think. Be safe, be careful.
Mineta and Tsu scream after him to no avail.
A commotion begins from the scene and my head snaps. Three more classmates.
The hotheaded Bakugou, the cheery Kirishima and the reserved Todoroki.
Forcing myself to turn back, I trudge up the stairs; Aizawa’s weight heavy against me.
From there; everything is a blur.
By the time we get to the top, everyone is hopeful. All Might is winning. 
Thirteen is in as good a shape as Aizawa is.
My damp skirt does little to clean the blood off of my sensei’s face. 
Cheers; All Might won.
Iida bursts through the door - our teachers in tow.
The villains warp away.
Aizawa sensei is rushed to hospital, I stay kneeling next to where he was laying.
We take the buses back to U.A.
A policewoman with a feline head takes my statement.
I walk home; head spinning with worry.
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That night, dreams plague me. 
Blood running down Aizawa sensei’s face.
Midoriya starting to drown.
Blue and red and blue and red and blue and red and blue and red and blue-
I wake up with a soaked pillow and scales on my cheeks.
It takes what feels like years to fall asleep, but seconds to wake back up. My phone trills relentlessly.
A quick swipe, and the video call is answered.
Warm honey oozes out of me.
Hi Jun. I sign.
“Aneesan! I just saw the news! Are you okay? Was it cool? Did you sing?” Green eyes shine as my brother babbles on.
I’m fine, and it was I start, before Jun whines.
“Aneeesan, Mama’s at work, plus its a phone call. Talk to me!” 
I am talking. I grin cheekily. Another exasperated groan.
“Yes, it was very exciting,” I finish, all the leftover tension fading. His eyes shimmer like stars.
“Did you sing?” He asks again. My throat burns.
“I didn’t have a choice, Jun.” I explain.
“Whoaaa!” The boy awes, “I bet you were so cool.”
Laughter bubbles in my chest, floating out of my mouth. I can barely see his green stars, Jun smiles so big.
His smile drops, hair flopping to the side.
“What was that?” He asks, looking behind me. I hum, turning my head.
Then again, a patient rapping at the door.
“I’ll call you back Aneechan, bye!” Jun drawls, the chirpy dial cutting him off.
Wrapping a stray blanket around me, I scurry to the door. Considering yesterday, the peephole seems like a good idea.
Bright chartreuse stares right back at me.
“There she is!” A cheer from the other side of the door. Though the relaxed hair is different, its hard not to recognise those pointy yellow glasses.
Unlocking the door, I swing it opened.
Mic sensei? My fingers spell swiftly.
“The one and only, kiddo!” My teachers grin is overly wide, and comfortingly normal.
“Sho- uh, Aizawa sensei is awake now, he said you were pretty worried about him yesterday. Thought I’d come check in!” His smile softens, giving me a once over.
“Not alot of sleep, huh?” Kind eyes evaluate my face, quirking an eyebrow. I shake my head.
Is Aizawa sensei okay? I ask; images still flashing through my mind.
“Nothing he can’t handle, he’ll be good as new in no time!” A gentle hand on my shoulder, but when I look up; Mic sensei’s eyes are looking right through me.
“Your ‘rents home kiddo?” Again, I shake my head.
“They gone out for the day?” He asks, eyebrows furrowing.
No. I’m here for school, my mama and brother live on the coast. I explain.
“On your own?” Surprise is evident in his tone, but I shrug it off. 
“Not even a cat?” Surprise becomes shock, and I shake my head. 
“That’s,” Mic sensei pauses. “Not ideal, kiddo.” 
All I have to offer is another shrug. 
I manage.
Blond brows stay knitted together. 
“Hey kid? I need to make a few calls, mind letting your sensei in?” He asks.
I weigh everything up, ultimately deciding on letting him in. 
Mic sensei leads himself in, sitting at the kitchen table; diligently tapping away at his phone.
“You keep doing whatever you were doing kid, I won’t be long.” He waves offhandedly.
Awkwardly, I shuffle around the tiny kitchen - making a bowl of cereal to bring back to bed.
Junkun: Who was it?
Aneesan: One of my senseis.
Junkun: :0
Junkun: Is it a hero??
Junkun: Who is it???
Aneesan: Present Mic sensei
Junkun: THE Present Mic????
Aneesan: Yes, he’s just checking in on students today.
When I go back to the kitchen, Mic sensei is muttering into his phone.
“-just a kid,” followed by some grainy mumbles from the other side. I quickly hurry back to my room.
As I’m replacing my blanket for a hoodie, I hear an outburst from the kitchen.
“-have a duty of care! It’s not safe!” A chair scrapes, and I jerk back.
Not long after, a knock on my bedroom door.
“Hey kiddo, I’ve got some other errands to run, but I’ll come by and check in again later, kay?” Messy strands fall from his bun.
Ok. 
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SPIDERPEOPLE REACT TO YOU ASKING FOR A HUG
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MILES MORALES (1610)
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Bro is So awkward about it
Happy to give you a hug though!
Doesn’t quite know where to put his arms
Squeezes SO tight
Firm believer in Miles having cold-ass hands
Tbh he needs the hug just as much as you do
Does a Lot of talking
“Hey, hey, hey, you good? You don’t look good - NOT THAT I’M SAYING YOU’RE UGLY, S H I T”
He’s doing his best, okay 💕
GWEN STACY
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Doesn’t really *do* hugs
(She has the most sensory issues, tell me I’m wrong)
Will only hug you if you’re genuinely distressed
Another really awkward hugger
Uses Really nice shampoo - probs like,, a sea salt scented one or something
Is more likely to give you less intense physical touch
Shoulder bumps, leaning against one another, etc.
HOBIE BROWN
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Top love language is physical touch
Probably realises you need a hug before you do tbh
Very emotionally intelligent
Gives very comforting hugs
Smells like cigarette smoke
And his manky-ass leather vest (mf does not wash this, tell me otherwise)
“Ay, ay, you good luv?”
“E’rythin’s gon’ be ok, don’ stress it,”
PAVITR PRABHAKAR
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Probably a bit upset you even had to ask
Just hugs you out of the blue, expects you to do the same
Unironically calls you ‘bestie’ and ‘bro’
“Bestie!! Hi!!”
Always close by
Will be flustered if anyone points out how much he thrives off of affection
Smells like coconut oil
Please point this out, he’s very proud of it
PETER B PARKER
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Dad hug 100
Very warm
The most comforting hugs
“Hey, hey, whats wrong? C’mere,”
The most likely to focus on comforting you instead of fixing the problem
The best one to have a gossip with
Will make you have a mandatory movie night with ur fave takeout
MAYDAY PARKER
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Concerned babbles
Notices that something is wrong before any of the others
Tugging at Peter and Hobie to get them to notice
A Very serious face as she babbles and pats your cheeks
Best pep talk you ever got
The only time she’ll actually stay still
Will probably fall asleep on you
MIGUEL O’HARA
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No
Like Gwen, not happening unless you actually really need it
Surprisingly good hugs
Very Warm
Too busy to stop and hug you, so will pick you up and continue doing whatever
Starts muttering in Spanish
“Ven aqui bebe,”
“Estás bien, te tengo”
Will lowkey forget that you’re there
Gets upset when people don’t take him seriously until he remembers that you’re clinging to him
SPIDERNOIR
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Unrelated; but so cut he didn’t appear in AtSV
Another awkward hugger
Will try, but doesn’t quite know what to do
Wayyy better with verbal affirmations
“Doll, everything okay?”
“Come tell me all about it sweetheart,”
Another bitch with cold hands
Will let you fall asleep on him
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Jealous Ex!Katsuki x Fem!Reader
A/N: this is totally not based off of how i wish my ex acted when i had a creep hitting on me ha.
MDNI - SMUT BELOW CUT.
WARNINGS: ANGST/COMFORT, SLEAZY CREEP, HURT, UNPROTECTED SEX, RECONCILIATION SEX, DRUNK SEX
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It’s been six months. And I’m one drink down for every month since he left me. So I really shouldn’t feel as sick as I do when a random wraps their arm around my waist.
He tugs me into his scrawny, shirtless figure and my stomach lurches.
Everything smells of stale cigarette smoke. 
This is wrong.
Gently I push the stranger off, wandering back towards the bar. A tired smile from the bartender greets me.
“Hi lovely,” I smile, jumping up on the barstool.
“What can I do for you babes?” The small person hums, mousy hair flopping across their face.
“Can you make me another one of those yummy cocktails? Y’know, the one with the fireball and the-” I start, leaning inwards.
“The one that tastes like autumn?” They finish, a knowing smile.
“Yes!” I can feel my head slosh as I nod. Maybe I’m more tipsy than I thought. 
Unwanted arms twist around my waist yet again.
“Hey pretty,” Unkempt long hair tickles my shoulder. Hot breath on my neck. 
“I’m gonna go back to dancing,” I excuse myself, untangling us. Clutching my drink, I weave in and out of the crowd. The warmth is more uncomfortable than it was before, sticky and clammy.
A pain in my shoulder, my drink wasted on myself and the floor.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” I start, embarrassment heating my cheeks.
“Hey, watch where you’re-” A voice, so familiar it hurts. Low, and consistently gravelly.
“y/n.” Shock changes his tone. Aggression turns soft. My heart squeezes.
Six months.
Six months and I’m still so undeniably in love with Bakugou Katsuki it hurts me.
“Hi,” I mumble, eyes trained on my hands.
He clears his throat and my eyes can’t help but follow the noise. 
Rubies.
I always said his eyes were rubies.
Not the blood of his enemies, like Kaminari so often joked.
Rubies.
Warmth and pain mixes inside of me, and I find myself biting my tongue.
I love you.
It would be so easy to say.
“Aww did you spill ya drink pretty? ‘S okay, I’ll get you another one.” Cigarette overtakes my smell and I do everything not to gag.
“Um, I’m actually gonna head home.” Shaking the man off yet again, I go to turn around.
“Ooh, ready for some fun are we? Lead the way, beautiful.” Hands around my waist, and my throat closes.
“No.” I shake my head, squirming out of his arms yet again.
“Aww, but baby” His arms are tighter this time, face nuzzled into my neck.
“Oi, she told you to fuck off.” Katsuki steps forward, and I go to turn my head.
“Ha, you’re just jealous that I’m gonna get somma this tonight.” Wet warmth trails up my neck and I cringe away.
Stifling hold is suddenly tugged away.
“She’s not interested, dickhead. Now fuck off before I make you.” Katsuki’s voice is grim, fearless. All I can focus on is wiping the saliva off my neck.
“Fuckin fine. She’s not that cute anyway.” I hear a huff becoming more and more distant.  
Another arm. New, but old; drapes across my shoulders.
“Gonna walk you home to make sure no more creeps try’nd attack you.” Katsuki mumbles, gently guiding me through the crowd.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
The outside air is cold, drawing me closer to the man’s core heat. Small sparks on my shoulder act as a radiator.
The walk is quiet, and my head swims too much to understand if its comfortable or uncomfortable. 
Only when we reach my apartment, does his warm arm leave me. 
As if it’s muscle memory, he lifts up the pot plant; grabbing the spare key and letting us in. Kicking off my shoes, I wander towards the next best warmth I can get.
My bed is cushy, a welcome comfort.
Katsuki enters not too long after, water and toast in hand.
“You need to eat before you sleep,” He says, plopping down next to me.
Rubies, full of warmth.
“Why are you being so nice?” I mumble, eyes stinging.
I miss this. I miss him.
“Cause I fucked up,” He whispers.
“What did you do this time, Bakugou?” I sigh, picking up the glass.
“I hurt someone because I didn’t want them to hurt me first.”
My heart hitches.
“But then I realised that all I did was hurt both of us, for no goddamn reason.”  The water splashes against the sides of the glass as I tremble uncontrollably.
“She won’t even say my name anymore.” The grief is heavy in his voice, breaking it gently. And I can’t hold back my tears.
“You said you didn’t love me anymore,” My voice warbles past the lump in my throat.
“I knew you could do better,” He mumbles, picking at the duvet he helped me choose.
“I don’t want better!” I cry, gripping the glass.
“I want you.” Glancing over, I can’t help but stare.
Bakugo Katsuki does not cry.
Yet diamonds fall from rubies.
“Then be mine again. Please.” He whispers, voice catching. 
And all I can do is nod.
Coolness of glass leaves my hands. Warmth cradles my cheeks.
“Thank you baby,” His lips meet mine, and I’m home. 
Home tastes like cheap cola from the bar. 
Home is our teeth clashing as we smile through tears and kisses. 
Home is my fingers twisting through staticy blond.
“I missed you so much,” I whisper against his jaw.
“Missed you more.” Strong arms pull me effortlessly into his lap. His hands stay on my hips, tracing gentle circles.
“Lemme show you how much I missed you.” Katsuki asks, tugging me impossibly closer. Kisses tickle down my neck, and my entire body floods with adoration.
“Please,” I nuzzle into his hair, savouring the closeness. I jerk my neck away as he gently bites exactly where he knows I hate.
“Katsuki,” I whine, shoving his face away. A warm chuckle reverberates through his chest. The sound is contagious, making bubbles in my chest.
“You’re an ass,” I bite back my smile, gentling pushing him further.
“Yeah, but I’m your ass.” He mumbles, pulling me back in. Arms push me down, feeling him grow beneath me.
My body clenches excitedly, as familiar hands start tracing up my stomach.
“Take this stupid thing off,” His voice vibrates against my neck, as he tugs at the hem of my top.
“Hm,” I muse loudly, deciding to have some fun. “No, I don’t think so.”
“You little shit,” He growls fondly, pushing the top up as his hands wander further. A gentle squeeze to my breasts is all I need to continue my attack on his jaw.
“But I’m your little shit,” I mock inbetween kisses. I feel his jaw clench beneath my touch.
“Alright, thats it.” He huffs, wrapping an arm around my waist.
Suddenly, I’m off his lap; the bed bouncing at my sudden shift in weight. The bubbles in my chest build until they burst into a fit of giggles.
“There’s my pretty woman,” Katsuki smiles, eyes soft. Gently, he fully removes my top. And then his own.
The warmth of skin on skin is a comfort I’ve missed oh so much. 
Obviously, Katsuki missed it just as much; face disappearing into the valley between my breasts. 
Soft kisses leave pins and needles, and I reach for his hand. In an instant, our fingers are interlocked.
Like he never left.
I revel in the moment, using my free hand to trace patterns on his shoulders.
Small sparks greet my skin as his other hand massages my thigh. I feel myself dampen at the closeness - leaning into his touch.
“You sure you want this pretty woman? You’re still tipsy,” Its so odd, hearing such soft words from such a hardened, aggressive man. 
“Please, Kats” I breathe, moving my hand to his hair. A hum of agreement, and his loving assault continues.
I keep tracing patterns, unintentionally digging down as his hands get close to where I want them - no - need them to be.
A ghost of a touch, and I’m pushing myself up to meet him.
“Missed me that bad, did we?” He scoffs in amusement, fingers circling my clothed clit.
“Like you’re one to talk,” I mumble, cheeks heating. Softly grinding on me, my breath hitches.
“Sorry baby, but I’m not waiting anymore,” He whispers, pulling my panties off; his boxers following suit.
Rubies bore into me, sparkling with adoration.
And suddenly, pain and pleasure all in one.
“C’mon, you’re okay. You can take it.” Katsuki praises as he thrusts in. I blink through watery eyes, nodding.
The movement is slow at first, just until the pain falls away. 
Then, its relentless. 
The sound of skin on skin echoes through my small apartment, going at an unholy speed. My toes scrunch as I’m sent into ecstasy.
“See how much I missed you?” Hands grasp my hair, moving my head to the side to leave kiss after kiss.
“See how much I love you?” He grunts into my neck, suckling right near my jaw. Words fail, leaving me only able to whimper in response.
“Yeah that’s right,” He whispers to me, fastening his pace. More whines bubble past my lips.
“Love you so much, never gonna leave again, you hear that?” His words a near hiss, nipping my neck gently.
“Kats, kats, please,” I beg, gripping onto him for dear life. My stomach coils, and I don’t know how long I’ll last.
“Come on baby, cum for me.” He encourages, pushing deeper, faster.
I break, legs spasming as I gush.
But Kastuki doesn’t stop.
Instead, he pushes my ankles up near my ears - keeping his relentless pace. Tears spill over my cheeks at the overstimulation.
“Just a little longer, okay?” He promises, hot breath painting my thighs. I nod frantically, practically melting into the bed.
But the coil tightens again, and I can’t help but squirm.
“Come on, together this time. Where do you want me?” Katsuki asks, somehow pumping harder.
“Inside,” I croak through tears. It’s too much.
An eyebrow raises.
“You wan’t me to make you a mama, that it?” He huffs, beads of crystalline sweat coating his brow.
“Mhm,” I whine, clenching at the thought.
“Fuck, y/n.” He grunts, burying himself into me.
Warmth floods me, and my blond lover collapses ontop of me.
“Love you so much, Katsuki,” I whisper, tangling my hands through his hair. I press a gentle kiss to his temple.
“Love you more, dumbass.” He sighs, kissing wherever he can reach. 
-BONUS-
“I guess this means you’re reinvited to Tsu and ‘Chako’s wedding.” I hum, scratching his head.
“The fuck you mean ‘reinvited’?” Katsuki snarls sleepily, nuzzling into my neck.
“Honey, you were my plus one. You never got your own invite,” I gently remind him, amusement tickling my insides.
“What cunts.” He grumbles, pulling me close.
“Katsuki!”
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SEAT 21 - MASTERLIST
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INTRO
CHARACTER DESIGN - MAYUMI
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
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Seat 21 - Chapter 5
A/N - Welcome to chapter 5! I’m sorting out a masterlist now, so y’all can access the chapters easier. Happy reading!!
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Careful is not blood leaking from your hairline, flooding your face. Careful is not gravel leaving raw skin peeled off in chunks. Careful is not having your head slammed in by some,, monstrosity of a creature.
Taller than any person I’ve met, muscles bulging grotesquely from skin as dark as the deepest pits of the ocean. A bird-like beak, filled to the brim with canines has what can only be described as a grin etched on its face.
It makes me sick.
Seeing Aizawa sensei like this makes me sick.
My stomach churns, and I duck my head under the water to take a deep breath.
Oh my god.
Aizawa sensei is going to die.
We are all going to die.
The man of mist shows up.
“Tomura, one of the students have escaped. We should take our leave.” His voice hums through the thick silence.
“Ugh, that means the pro heroes will be here soon. It’s game over.” A man, boy? I didn’t notice him, steps from behind the creature. I can almost feel the pain of his rasp.
“It’s gonna be okay, we’re saved!” Mineta chatters, clinging onto Asui.
Disgusting, bulging eyes scan over us. Fear burns my throat.
“Huh, some of the brats made their way over. Maybe All Might will come if we start picking them off?” The young man - who surely can’t be that much older than us - stalks over. He crouches down, scanning our faces. I feel Tsu lightly tremble beside me.
“This one will do.” He sneers, reaching toward her face.
No.
I don’t know who he is. I don’t know what he can do.
I do know that Asui Tsuyu is so unbearably kind. I know that she has been the first person to know who I am and show no care in a very, very, long time. 
I know I want to protect her.
At whatever cost.
“Get your fuckin hands off, get on out of your seat.” His hand stops, inches away from Tsu’s face.
“All eyes on me, all eyes on me.” Their eyes; both Tsu’s and the villains turn to look at me. But otherwise; they’re still. I see the disgust in the villain’s eyes.
“I said get your fuckin hands off!” I spit as I sing, frozen as if my own song affects me.
I need to move.
“Get on out of your seat. All eyes on me, all eyes on me.” My voice warbles, just enough for the villains face to fall into a scowl. 
“You say the ocean’s rising, like I give a shit.” I hate everything about this, but I have no choice. I wrap my arms around Asui’s torso and tug her backwards.
She moves seamlessly through the water, the only major movement since I’d started singing. 
I need to breathe.
I need to keep singing.
A quick shallow breath is all I allow myself. 
“Nomu, finish him.” The villain glares, seemingly speaking to the creature.
No.
“You say the whole worlds ending,” Project. I need to project. 
Like Asui, Aizawa sensei is kind. He may not seem it at first, but he is. He gave me a chance. He protected us. Protected me.
He promised to be careful.
“Honey it already did.” My instincts scream against it, but I have to swim. 
“You’re not gonna slow it, heaven knows you’ve tried.” I haul myself onto the land, slightly winded.
Movement in the corner of my eye.
“Got it? Good, now get inside.” I cry out, holding the note as long as I can. 
He’s not too far. If I can just shuffle close enough…
“We’re going to go, where everybody knows,” The gravel scrapes my scales, stinging.
“Everybody knows, everybody knows.” I’m so close. I can almost reach.
“We’re going to go, where everybody knows, everybody knows.” I repeat, reaching out. And it blinks at me.
It blinks at me.
And then it bats me away.
Gravel digs and stings and I gasp. 
My webbing tears and I can’t breathe.
 “Aren’t you fascinating?” The rasp comes from closer than it should’ve. My hands, bloody, tremble.
“Hinode-san, move! His quirk disintegrates everything!” A desperate cry. Midoriya.
Large hands grab my hair by the roots. This is it.
Nothing happens.
“No.” Quiet. Pained. Firm. Frightened tears fill my eyes.
Aizawa sensei stares, eyes glowing and unblinking.
The villain drops me with a scoff.
“Hinode, go. Take the others and leave.” His voice is so,, quiet. I don’t like it.
“Wow, you really are so cool, Eraserhead.” The compliment is sarcastic, mocking. 
“You’d really die to save these brats?” Aizawa-sensei’s stare is more than enough answer.
No.
Please.
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Seat 21 - Chapter Four
A/N - your girl has been writing So Much oml. rip my uni marks for this semester lmao. enjoy!!
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“Asui!” I scream. 
“Midoriya and I are down here!” My throat scratches uncomfortably. 
Shocked eyes peer over the edge and no longer than a few seconds later are Midoriya and I wrapped in the long, slimy, muscle.  
“Oh my god is he dead?” Mineta questions, once the two of us slam upon the cold ship deck. I shake my head. 
Midoriya is still coughing, and I intuitively rub his back.
“Hinode-san, kero. You spoke.” Asui deadpans. I go to sign, but let my hands drop.
“I’m sorry. I had to.” Shame burns my chest, more than the chlorinated water ever could.
“Who cares if she spoke, she has a tail!” Mineta screams, gesturing wildly. 
Pitifully, I attempt to cover it with my skirt.
“I knew it,” Midoriya wheezes beside me. All heads snap to him. He stares at me, eyes wide.
“You’re Hinode Mayumi, the niece of Hinode Kaori. I knew it wasn’t just a coincidence!” His excitement takes me aback. The stars in his eyes are undeniable.
Hesitantly, I nod.
“Kero, as in the ex-pro hero Fugu?” Asui asks.
“As in the murderer?” Mineta’s eyes are wide with fear.
All I can do is nod.
“Your quirk is so amazing! I mean, look at your tail, it’s-” Midoriya reaches for my caudal, and I flinch away.
“Right, sorry!” He moves back.
“You’re not scared?” Mineta and I ask in sync. His eyes go wide, and he shuffles behind Asui.
“Well, a lot came out about the case later so-” Midoriya starts before Asui interrupts.
“No. You’re our classmate, kero.” Despite her blunt tone, the cogs are ticking in her mind.
“Also, kero, never call me Asui again. Call me Tsu, kero.” She adds, almost as if that were her original thought. Shock courses through my veins.
“okay.” My voice is barely a whisper.
Without hesitance, she moves past me to look over the ship’s railing. Her leg even brushes against my tail.
I could almost cry.
My chest burns, but instead of acid, it’s a cup of tea that’s slightly too warm. I’m at a loss for words. Surely she has no idea how such a small act can mean so much.
Mineta and Midoriya follow suit, leaning over the edge. 
Pale flesh speckles through the dried areas of my tail, but not enough to allow me to stand. The railing can only get me up so far.
“There’s so many,” Midoriya mumbles, “We have to figure out how to escape so we can find the others.”
“I agree, kero.” Asui - no, Tsu, nods solemnly. 
“Okay everyone, what is everyone’s quirks.” Midoriya spins around, eyes darting between everyone else.
“Well, kero, I can do pretty much anything a frog can. I can jump pretty high, and I stick to flat objects, and my tongue is really long.” She explains, Midoriya nods along attentively.
“I’m pretty strong, but it breaks my bones so I have to be really careful channelling it.” 
“Hinode-san?” Midoriya looks at me expectantly.
“My quirk has two aspects. The first is the aquatic mutation that happens whenever my entire body is covered in water.” I gesture down to my tail, more and more blotched flesh finding its way through. Air rattles my lungs as I prepare to continue.
“The second aspect is to do with my voice. Anyone who hears me sing will be sent into a state of complete paralysis.” 
“So that’s why you don’t talk, kero.” Asui - Tsu, hums. 
I nod, focusing on my hands. Talon-like nails pick at my webbing, leaving angry lines. 
“Woah, you guys are so cool,” Mineta sits there, mouth agape. “All I can do is take off these balls on my head, they’re really sticky.” 
What I had assumed was heavily gelled hair comes off of the short boy’s head with a light pop, sitting stagnant on his gloved hand.
“Okay,” Midoriya mutters “okay, okay, okay. We can work with this, if we do this, and then…” His mumbles quickly become incoherent, but the flickering of his eyes say he is not done yet.
Within seconds, he slams a fist into his palm.”I got it,” Stars are in Midoriya’s eyes as they feverishly flick across the group.
“Asui, do you think you can jump out of the test area?” The frog-like girl nods firmly.
“Easily, kero. But I don’t want to leave anyone. And it’s Tsu, kero.” She explains. Midoriya nods frantically.
“Do you think you can carry us all with your tongue?” The freckled boy asks. Another nod.
“I won’t be able to jump as far, but I think so, kero.” With that, Midoriya’s attention turns to Mineta.
“Mineta, how fast can you make those balls?” 
“Pretty fast, I start bleeding if I go too fast though.” The small boy mumbles.
“That’s okay! We can make that work!” Finally, pleading green eyes land on me. Tension winds my shoulders like a toy shoulder.
Surely not. He won’t.
“Hinode, can you sing to keep all the villains stuck in the water?” I open my mouth to protest, my head already shaking.
“We’ll use Mineta’s balls to cover our ears! And it won’t be for long, just until I can-” Midoriya’s words are speeding up, getting harder and harder to comprehend.
“Midoriya.” I speak, voice still burning my throat. He stops in his tracks, eyes sparkling.
“Okay.” Fear continues to wind my shoulders.
“Okay!” He smiles.
“Mineta, pass us some of your balls.” Midoriya orders, and the short boy obediently starts plucking them off his head.
“Asui- Tsu, sorry. On my signal, throw me at the villains, then grab Mineta and me and leap as far as you can okay?” A sharp nod from the girl.
“Got it, kero.” She hums. The green haired boy goes to give me orders next, but I hold up a hand.
“I’ll dive back into the water, and swim over once its safe.” I explain. The further they are from me, the safer.
“Okay, lets go.” Midoriya’s whisper is strong, determined.
He’ll be a fantastic hero.
I go to haul myself up; subsequently putting weight on my half-formed fin. Embarrassment heats my face.
“Here, kero.” Without thought, without fear; Tsu balances me on the railing. I swear my heart falls out of my throat.
Pleading green eyes and a nod is all I need to dive. This is what I signed up for.
The water is cool and welcome on my dry scales, bringing them out from my flesh. A small flick is more than enough to propel me back up to the surface.
Air is just as refreshing as the water. The dark figures advandcing in the water; not so much. 
Closer, and closer.
And its time.
“Are you feeling nervous?” A man with a shark mutation stops in his tracks.
“Are you having fun?” His eyes glaze over, but more still advance.
“Project, little pearl. Projection is everything.” 
A phantom hand straightens my chin. 
Head up. Open the throat. Elongate the diaphragm. Project.
“It’s almost over, it’s just begun.” My voice warms, crystaline rasp turning back to liquid. I refuse to move my eyes from the first villain.
I don’t want to know how many people I’m hurting.
“Don’t overthink this, look in my eyes.” Gentle sways of my fin keep me upright. I turn my eyes up, a flash of green in the sky.
My pause is noticeable. He’s impossibly closer.
“Don’t be scared, don’t be shy, come on in the water’s fine.” I push the air out of my lungs.
“Detroit Smash!” Midoriya’s voice follows my echo, sheer force rippling the water. 
His force implodes, creating an artificial whirlpool. Just as he expected.
It takes more effort to break free than expected, the water pulling me back in; time and time again. 
The still depths of the pool welcome me as I dive, searching for any side of my classmates. Three blobs of colour huddle at the edge and I head over.
My head breaks water, near the green blob that is Asui. Her wide eyes seem somehow wider, fearful, hands over her mouth.
Tracking her gaze, I understand why.
Careful. 
He promised. He promised he’d be careful.
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MASTERLIST
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Yuki, Kyo, Kagura, Momiji, Tohru with a reader from zodiac
FRUBA CHARACTERS W ZODIAC!READER
((reader’s zodiac is based off of western/greek zodiac signs; will be capricorn!reader))
YUKI
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Is so shocked to find out there is a second zodiac curse
So grateful that there are more people like him
^^feels really bad about this
Bc y’all aren’t from the same zodiac - physical touch is even more dangerous
I mean,, imagine seeing not only a rat surrounded by clothes, but a weird goat-fish hybrid???
Regardless, tries to have physical contact with you whenever possible
Linking pinkies, resting his head on your shoulder, being shockingly close at all times,,
Is worried about ur scales dehydrating when you transform - tries to keep water on him for you
Makes sure you never feel insecure about your zodiac form like he does
Has a really lovely feeling of solidarity w you
Would do anything to protect your secret
Because he knows you would do the same
KYO
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Straight up thinks you’re lying at first
“There’s no fuckin way”
You tackle him to prove it
“wtf that’s not even a real animal????”
Gets v flustered when u transform back
Mans is fine being naked, but seeing other naked ppl?
Hell nah
Eventually just kinda takes you under his wing w an annoyed sigh
So so touch adverse; is so scared of you seeing his true form
Like with the rest of his zodiac - wishes he was like you
So envious, but in a way that carries a deep sadness
Shows his affection through banter and friendly violence
((Mans will not hold your hand; however will kick you behind the knees - gentle enough as to not hurt, but hard enough to make you lose balance))
Scolds you for anything that could put your secret at risk
“How did you even survive before you met me, dumbass?”
KAGURA
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So so excited to learn there is another curse
“We’re the same!!”
Is jealous of your animal form
You’re a cool, cute, mythical animal; and she’s just a pig?? Unfair!!
Constantly lets you know how unfair this is
Pretty upset that she can’t cling to you all the time
She just wants to show you how much she loves you, y’know?
Ironically, tries to do alot of mud and clay treatments to your skin and scales
Loves loves self care nights together
Isn’t opposed to cuddling when no one else is around, despite animals and then nudity
Doesn’t care if you see her naked
But anyone else???
Instantly branded a pervert.
Tries to keep you all to herself; “to keep the curse a secret, of course!!”
MOMIJI
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Another one that is genuinely Thrilled to find out there are more like him
But is also instantly worried
“Who’s your god? What are they like?”
When you assure him that you’re safe, is So relieved
Even after this, is nosy as all hell lmao
Wants to know Everything about Everyone
“So you are Capricorn, ja? Who is Pisces? Because I am a pisces too!!”
Thinks your zodiac form is adorable!
Loves sitting in-between your horns when you’re both transformed
Unsurprisingly; will be exceedingly touchy-feely regardless of transformations
Mans does not give a single flying Fuck
Even when ur in public and have to be careful of transforming - is never Not touching you
Holding hands galore!!
Shows you off to the rest of the zodiac
But doesn’t let you anywhere near Akito
You’re too precious
TOHRU
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Feels so blessed to be meeting more special and unique people
Is very vocal about this
Is also V nosy; but not in a malicious way
Plays guessing games as she meets everyone
((Usually gets it wrong))
Doesn’t know as much about the Western zodiacs, but is very excited to learn!
Very very cautious to make sure you don’t transform
Thinks you’re beautiful and fascinating when you do though!!
But wants to keep you safe
However, its a well known fact that she’s one clumsy mf
Me too, Tohru, me too
Will tell the most Wack cover stories for you
Wants you to be besties with her zodiac
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OBEY ME BROTHERS AS TEXTS BETWEEN MY BESTIE & I
Alt title: welcome back to our shenanigans
Lucifer
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Mammon
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Leviathan
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Satan
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Asmodeus
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Beelzebub
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Belphagor
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