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mamashenanigans · 11 days

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AFO’s last words to Yoichi are great inspiration for what I’m already doing with his character in my fanfic ‘Urges’.

I went ahead and got this out of my head and felt I would share it with you all. This is the beginning of AFO’s POV in the 2nd chapter. The only difficult thing is that I decided to not give AFO a name in this fic, so I have to be careful to make sure readers understand who is talking and acting. Of course, I may introduce a name he gave himself for other people to call him, but I think it’s extra weird that he only wants Yoichi to call him Big Brother/Brother.

To read the first chapter, click here.

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Late.

He hated when Yoichi was late.

The world outside their nice apartment may be rebuilding, but it still was nowhere near safe enough for his precious Yoichi. Small and frail as a result of the syndrome they experienced in the womb, his little brother was a prime target for those unbothered by the reconstruction efforts of the populace.

Yoichi has always been a positive boon to their lives. Even when they were barely making it on the streets of a derelict society. Somehow, his little twin always found beauty in the dank corners of alleyways, and held an innocent, ignorant belief in the good inside the pathetic people around them. The individuals that scurried around like the rats the brothers had begrudgingly accepted as housemates.

As obnoxious as it could be, he cherished those memories of Yoichi’s optimism.

One such recollection always brought a nostalgic smile to his face.

It had been a particularly bad winter for the region. Luckily, he had come upon a most needed meta ability involving fire. It was nothing spectacular, only good enough for a small flicker, barely able to light a insignificant pile of trash. There was plenty of litter in the large, overturned dumpster he had found hidden down a long alleyway. Holes in its rusted exterior allowed venting of the smoke and the brothers had enjoyed cooked vermin as sustenance.

It was a delicious upgrade compared to their usual consumption of the rodents raw. His earliest memories involved catching them. As a baby already capable of crawling, it had been up to him to use the spike meta power he had always had to skewer the rats. He would then use the same power as teeth to mush up their bodies and bring the food to his frail, underdeveloped twin. Spitting up the pile in front of Yoichi, he would guide his mouth to the chewed up meat and pat his twin’s head as he eagerly consumed the slop.

The larger twin had fallen asleep late the night prior, but awoke with a start at the dinging sound of rain upon the decaying metal of their humble home, his arms empty of the person he normally awoke next to.

Yoichi was gone.

In a frenzy, he irrationally dug through trash in the dumpster to find him. With no luck, he had scurried out into the alley, whipping his head to and fro, scanning the lane for a mop of white hair. The atmosphere was muggy, even the young boy could feel the start of spring herald by a thread of warmth amongst the fall of water.

Then he finally found him.

Yoichi stood in the middle of the open street beyond their alleyway home. The older one’s building anger was extinguished as the melodic giggles of his small twin reached his ears. As he moved closer, he could clearly see Yoichi’s hands outstretched towards the overcast sky, his gleeful laughter starting and stopping as he filled his mouth with the naturally filtered water.

“Yoichi! What?” Their vocabulary was small and raw like the meat he used to dine on, but enough for the tiny twin to be momentarily startled out of his merriment. His visage quickly changed back to one of pure joy.

“Brother! Wet! Good!” Yoichi clapped his hands then signaled for his older brother to come closer.

Unlike his twin, the eldest was on constant alert. Once one foot stepped out from the safety of their side street, he immediately scanned the open area for potential threats, eyes wide like a prey animal.

Yoichi grabbed his hand and pulled him out with him, pointing at the sky and smiling at his large brother. That smile. Wide and toothy. Filled with such wonder and naivety. One of the few things in this terrible existence that warmed him regardless of the season or the chill in the air.

“Brother! It pretty! Pretty! Watch!” Yoichi raised one hand to the sky now, his other clasped in his brother’s hand.

But he didn’t watch the sky nor the rain. His eyes were trained only on his precious twin.

“Yes. Pretty,” he whispered as he continued to gaze upon him though the other’s eyes were entranced by the shimmering drops. He allowed his twin to look at something other than himself. Maybe just this once.

Yes. His precious Yoichi is so pretty.

#all for one #afo #yoichi shigaraki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha afo #bnha yoichi #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #fanfiction #my writing #mha snippet #bnha snippet

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lebbys-world · 1 month

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Reality Check

Todoroki x gn!reader; pro-hero!au, some slightly graphic description of injury/death, angst to comfort, facing the realities of putting yourself in danger everyday

notes: i know this is a comfort blog, but i am a such a sucker for angst + esp in regards to how corrupt the superhuman society of mha is. so no relationship angst here !! just some good 'ol facing reality head-on with the love of your life !!

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Your throat was searing with a burning pain, lungs overwhelmed as the cool metal of a knife passed across the skin covering your trachea.

The shock hits you instantly, yet the world feels as if it’s suddenly in slow motion.

One second, you were being held up by a villain, beaten and bruised, convincing yourself you’d make it out of there just fine.

The next moment, there was that burning sensation, and the villain holding you up lets go, forcing your weak body to fall helplessly onto the ground.

It hits you the moment your body slammed against the ground.

You realize what happened in that moment, but somehow your brain can't string together the thought fully.

You can barely move.

You can barely speak.

You’re desperate to talk, to say something, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is choked noises and blood.

Tears start streaming down your face, the overwhelming emotions only continuing to cut off your scarce breaths.

Your vision starts to become blurry, and you can feel your senses starting to numb.

The once booming screams and explosions now sounded so far away that you could barely register them.

You feel someone run over to you, lifting you slightly off the ground, trying to ask you something that you can't quite make out.

A cold hand is placed on your face.

Why is the hand wet?

Oh.

That’s right.

That’s the same hand that must have picked you up.

That hand must be covered in your own blood.

You’re dying, after all.

You wish you could clearly see the face of the person holding you so dearly, or hear the pleading words of reassurance coming out of their mouth.

But everything was such a haze.

Your senses nulled.

All you hoped was that Shoto was still okay.

. . .

You jolted upwards, your breaths staggered, sweat dripping off your brow.

Your eyes took a moment to adjust to the dark room, as the adrenaline continued rushing through your veins.

The visions that had just flooded your head suddenly disappeared, but you could still feel the agony of them weighing down on your chest.

From your sudden movement, you had woken up your husband next to you.

“Hey love, take a deep breath. Everything’s alright.”

He slowly sat up next to you, putting his arm comfortingly on your back as he continued to calm you down.

“Nightmare, hm?”

“...Yeah.” You answered, leaning into his touch.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Mmm… not yet.”

“That’s okay.” He pulls you into his embrace, “we can talk about it later.”

You were used to nightmares stemming from work, but you'd never had one that felt quite this realistic.

Even though you were awake, safe in your home, in your own bed, your husband next to you, you just couldn't shake the sinking feeling the dream had left you with.

As Pro-Heroes, this sort of fate could be your reality someday.

That was something you had to face when you took on the job, but only on nights like these did the severity of it ever really hit you.

That fate could befall you someday.

You could die out there someday.

Or even worse, Shoto could.

At that thought, you held him tighter.

“Can we just stay like this for a little longer?” You asked into his chest.

“For however long you need.”

#the dream was actually based off the death of an old oc #i was looking for inspo and found some from an old snippet #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki x y/n #shoto todoroki x y/n #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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thee-horny-thicky · 1 year

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So, a night of drinking and my secret obsession with Bunny Izuku combined, to birth what will eventually be the first chapter of a much longer fic. For now, enjoy this snippet :)

Thanks for the encouragement @myprettydarlings 💗

Update: The completed first chapter is now out on Ao3 :)

Bunnies and Vices

You weren’t the best at self-regulation. When you did something, you either did the bare minimum or went all out, with no in-between. A lazy overachiever if you will. Unfortunately, this little quirk applied to your vices, too. You either paid them no mind or indulged in them until you were a wreck.

Most of your vices were safe. Fanfiction, snacking, sleeping in, etc., allowing you to safely humor them. The one harmful vice, however, was your love for parties and alcohol. You were a sucker for a good time, and if free liquor was provided, you were there. The strong, fruity drinks were especially mouthwatering, as they had the winning combo of getting you fucked-up fast while tasting like heaven.

In the heat of the moment, guzzling alcohol with your friends was a ball. You danced like no one was watching, chatted with anyone who’d give you the time of day, and flirted with fine strangers with zero reservations. The stresses of day-to-day life and your self-image issues melted away, being too caught up in the moment to give a damn about them.

However, once the moment passed, all the alcohol you chugged seemed like a poor decision. Nausea and headaches began to set in, the alcoholic munchies you got leaving you bloated. The next morning, you’d be left with a raging hangover and intense regret over every little embarrassing moment you laughed at when liquor was flowing through your veins.

At 3 in the morning, your most dangerous vice had you staggering home, because your dumbass didn’t want to burden your friends when they offered to walk with you. You lived in the opposite direction, after all, and they were in no state to wander around town in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, you didn’t take your advice.

A yelp left you when a loud, high-pitched shriek sounded in the alley ahead of you. Your body tensed as the cries grew in urgency, your steps halting. You looked around and found the streets deserted, the lack of another soul making your heart rate pick up.

Going through the alley was necessary if you wanted to get home soon, but you didn’t know what horrors awaited you. You’d heard stories before of crooks setting up traps for potential victims. You were a drunk woman by her lonesome, making you a perfect target. Your skintight attire didn’t help matters.

You could go the alternative route, but that would add twenty minutes to your walk, and you wanted to get home as soon as possible.

Stealing your nerves, you bent down and removed your high heels. They’d be a hindrance if you had to run, and the platforms would serve as a decent weapon. Taking a shaky step forward, you entered the alleyway, praying to whatever deity up above to spare you. You tried your best to stay quiet, not wanting to catch the attention of whatever was in the alley. But a bundle of fur derailed that plan.

Two things quickly caught your attention. One, the source of that godawful screech was an injured rabbit. And more concerningly, it was green.

You blinked. Then blinked again, and when the creature remained green, you rubbed your eyes. A laugh bubbled out of you, your sense of survival being replaced by bewilderment. Just how much had you drunk?

“Hey, hey,” you cooed as the poor thing tried to inch backward, another cry leaving it.

Blood was oozing from its back paw, and a broken glass bottle laying feet away quickly revealed what’d caused the injury. Yet, it didn’t explain the uneven patches of fur, or the scars marring the exposed skin that the fur didn’t cover up. Your heart sank. While its coloring may be the result of too many margaritas, the scarring was a clear sign of mistreatment.

You slowly approached, dropping your heels as you tried to make yourself appear smaller. You’d probably have to walk home barefoot but considering those cheap demons had made your feet hurt all night, it was a small price to pay. A trip to your local thrift store would see them replaced.

“It’s okay,” you whispered when it let out a hiss. Briefly, you wondered if it had rabies. If it did, a rabies shot would take care of that, and you’d learn a valuable lesson. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Besides, if it did infect you with some disease, you’d have a fun story to tell, and one more of many examples of poor decisions your brain made when drunk. Because while sober you might’ve exercised caution, drunk you was removing your jacket and wrapping it around the rabbit’s body. It resisted, at first. But once you began to scratch behind its ears, it calmed down.

Your finger grazed across another scar, and you frowned. “You poor baby.”

Your grandmother would be having fits if she saw the scene before her. Luckily for you, she was dead, so you didn’t have to explain anything to her. She might be rolling over in her grave, though, as she looked up at you. The old woman was an unwavering animal hater, which made sense because she was a miserable hog. Hogs were aggressive creatures, after all, who didn’t like others infringing on their territory.

Gently, you wrapped the sleeve of your jacket around the injured foot to staunch the bleeding. Somehow, you simultaneously managed to pull your phone out of your stupidly small purse. You adored Y2K styles, but you wished that the bags were bigger.

You began to walk back to your place with your head buried in your phone, keeping a tight grip on the rabbit who’d begun to relax in your hold. A quick search showed that all 24-hour vets were ridiculously far away, but another showed that you had most of the material needed to take care of the animal’s injuries. Tucking your phone away, you decided to handle it yourself and make a trip to the vet first thing tomorrow. Stupid as it may be to take a random animal home with you after a night of drinking, you couldn’t leave a poor creature to suffer. Besides, the vet would most likely have the resources to rehome it.

A/N: I love my (living) grandmother very much, and the words written here do not reflect my views on her.

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fraisederouge · 1 month

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Hi, everyone! My page is drier than a desert, but I thought I’d share a snippet of my upcoming fanfiction & provide a brief summary if it helps garner any interest.

Read on for a brief summary (or rambling, whatever you’d consider that ...)

Title: Minute of Decay

Excerpt from: Chapter 1.

This started out as a little minific for ShigaDabi, but I ended up piecing together somewhat of a solid plot, and long story short; it’s no longer a minific. As of now, I’ve got two chapters, but I’m steadily working on wrapping up the second and starting on the third.

Anyhooow, to put it simply, this fanfiction is essentially about Shigaraki Losing His Mind and self-destructing (due to AFO, past trauma & being an insomniac). The first chapter weighs heavily on his poor decision-making (i.e., drinking, etcetera), as his dilemmas unravel throughout the rest of the fic. Chapter one is very NSFW-heavy, whereas chapter two omits that but focuses on the aftermath (and his feelings/depression/mental exhaustion).

I hope this makes sense, I feel ancient when I’m on here since I hardly post nowadays ... Sue me! I’ll stop rambling now. Enjoy!

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stickycreatorunknown · 1 year

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Drabbles - A little peek of the Dabi x Reader x Hawks thing I'm working on

Pairing: – Dabi x (afab)reader x Hawks

Summary: This is a snippet of a much longer fic I've been working on, so far it's about 5k words and it's not even halfway done so I'm posting this as a bit of a peek for fun ;)

Warnings: (Proofread) No spoilers, 18+ Content, Minors DNI, all characters 21+, lil smutty, sneak peek

Word Count: 1k (out of 5k+) Full version Here

You had all made it a habit of being together quite often now, craving each other so desperately that even when the moment was slow, you had to be touching. You quickly picked up on the men’s sexual nuances. Keigo was a bit slower, much more gentle, but found himself losing control at times, something you often edged him towards, loving the way his voice got so deep and his breaths so heavy when he felt that way. Dabi was a bit more rough, liking to leave marks and hear you whine in both pain and pleasure, smirking to himself and calling you dirty things to see your reaction, loving the way your eyes light up when he calls you his slut. Keigo could never, even when he was feeling intense and moving quickly he would always call you by your name, maybe call you baby or little one if he was really losing himself.

Tonight you were with Dabi, limbs tangled together on the couch as you ran sloppy kisses over each other’s bodies. Clothes mostly discarded on the floor beside the bed, the light low and flickering as the fire had been lit for a while but was dimming over time. All that was left to cover you was a pair of socks, one slightly wrinkled and scrunched around your ankle as it got tugged down when your pants were torn off. Dabi wore only boxers, the waistline askew as you had been trying to tug them from his body for a minute but he kept trying to tease, tossing your hands away with a laugh after every attempt. Keigo was coming over, neither of you knew when, but you hoped soon. Dabi’s breaths were heavy and his hands were getting rougher, the way they drug over your skin, keeping your body close on top of his. He was so warm against you, chests pressed close together as your lips found his again, following his lead and biting down on his bottom lip. He loved when it went you got a bit rough, laughing to himself before flipping you over suddenly, pinning your body to the bed with his own. He scanned your face slowly, lips curved into a smirk and eyes hooded and dangerous as they trailed you.

You squirmed beneath him, hands trying to pull him back down into a kiss, fingers wound tightly into his thick hair. His smirk was devious and his hands so easily took hold of your own, fingers winding around your wrists as he pinned them above you. His hands were so big, palms almost soft against your skin as his fingers wound around and overlapped each other, keeping your arms steady against the bed. You leaned up into him, body arching up into his, chests pressed together tightly. If the room around you wasn’t a bit cool you would be sweating, skin hot and nearly sticky as you tried to keep your body as close to his as possible. He grinned, face leaning down towards yours, lip barely brushing the surface of your skin, trailing from your chin to your temple.

“So needy,” He whispered, his breath hot against your ear before he bit down on it, tugging just a bit as he shifted to hold both your wrists in one hand, trailing the other down your body. He took hold of your hip, nails digging into your skin as he ground his hips down against you, letting you feel his erection, a few beads of precum dribbling into his tight boxers. You shuddered, keeping yourself close to him as you rolled your hips up against him, happy to know he was as excited as you were right now.

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pansexualkiba · 9 months

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"What," Aizawa gritted out, "Did I specifically tell you all not to do?"

"...Raise the capital city of the dead..." Came the ashamed voice of Yaoyorozu, holding the first-edition copy of the Necronomicon they had all found.

"And what," Aizawa continued, trying not to focus on the gigantic citadelic city arising from the sludge-like ocean, "Exactly have you done?"

"...Raised R'lyeh, the Capital City of the Dead..." Kirishima said, not looking anyone in the eye but staring dutifully at the sand.

#bnha #mha #Aizawa Shouta #Yaoyorozu Momo #Kirishima Eijirou #Shouta Aizawa #Eraserhead #Momo Yaoyorozu #Eijirou Kirishima #this is a really old snippet from a published fanfic but i'm proud of it

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jase-is-barely-alive · 1 month

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Spruce up the Truce: drabble

Prompt: patching up the enemy

TW: a bit suggestive at the end but nothing too wack.

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Izuku stopped walking through the hall of the small cabin once he heard a pained hiss, turning his head to the partially opened bathroom door. He moved slowly and peaked inside. He saw Seven biting her lower lip, and he felt a feeling of worry course through his mind.

He opened the door to see her sitting on the closed toilet, trying to bandage herself. The bandage from the day before was on the small bin, which he saw was now covered with blood. It seemed like she was trying her hardest but having trouble doing so.

She looked up to see Izuku staring at her.

“Hey…” she said lowly, trying to seem casual about the wound on her leg that was now bleeding from her being too harsh with her tactics.

Izuku sighed and walked in. He still felt bad that she had taken the bullet for him during the Quirk Farm incident. She had pushed him aside and saved him from certain death, and the result was now sitting right in front of him. Her kneeled onto the cool tile floor, placing his hands on her knees, gently pushing her legs apart to get a better look at the wound. The action made the villainess jump in shock. “What are you-“

Izuku felt that his actions took the villainess by surprise. She had her legs spread apart, and her breath was cut at the suddenness of it. The boy was completely oblivious to the way her face flared up and instead moved straight to the business of why he went into the bathroom in the first place.

He spoke calmly and softly to her, his hands moving to gently examine her leg wound.

"It seemed like maybe you could use a hand. What do you need?"

As his fingertips gently traced around her brown skin, she tensed up, unsure of what how to react. “I mean, I just had to change the bandages. Last thing I need is another wound infection.” She grimaced at the thought of putting up with another problem like that.

She watched Izuku grab a small cotton ball, dipping it in the rubbing alcohol before gazing at her with his cool jade eyes, trying to gauge if she was okay with him touching her. His lips formed into a soft smile as he looked at her.

"May I?"

Seven was still new to the whole ‘trusting others’ thing so she still seemed hesitant despite the progress they had made.

After a second of contemplation, she nodded slowly, giving him her consent to do what was needed. She gripped the edges of the toilet lid in preparation for the incoming sting of rubbing alcohol.

Izuku's lips remained in a soft smile, taking her nod as the consent he was looking for. He then took the cotton ball, doused it in rubbing alcohol, and proceeded to gently press the soaked ball onto her leg wound.

She'd be able to feel the cold sting of the liquid against her sore leg. Once he finished applying the rubbing alcohol on the wound, he spoke to her, his voice being soft as warm as it had before.

"Just breathe out. It'll be over in a bit."

She did as he instructed, releasing the long breath she was holding. The girl watched as the hero wrapped her leg with such precision. He was a hero in training after all, he’d half to know how to help civilians if no other healers were available.

Her cooperation made the boy relax, knowing now she was more lenient with allowing him to aid her in her wounds. Izuku then spoke to her, her being very compliant making the moment all that more special. His lips were soft as he spoke, a calm, cool demeanor permeating into his words.

"There we go. The worst part is done. I have to ask though, how are you feeling?"

Seven blinked and inspected his work, seeing that he was much better at it than she was. Then again, she rarely gets injured this badly so she hasn’t gotten too much practice with it.

“I’m okay.” She mumbled as she looked away.

The boy smirked when she averted his gaze, finding it to be funny that she was embarrassed in this situation. His eyes then followed her gaze as she looked away, his smile growing even bigger when he noticed how she chewed on her lower lip, a nervous habit.

"You know you can look at me, right?" He spoke in a low, almost teasing voice.

She scoffed at his words but kept her eyes glued to the shower curtain beside her, a defiant look on her face.

"I know that…”

He chuckled a bit at her stubbornness, the villainess looking somewhat childlike in her defiance. Though his lips were still pulled into a smile, his eyes were still soft, observing her in a caring manner.

His hand moved to place a light, warm hand on her chin, tilting her head so that she was looking at him once more.

"Then, look at me."

Seven sighed, allowing him to direct her head down to him. She was trying to get over her pride for him, trying her best to be humbler and reciprocate his kinder energy.

It was harder than she initially thought. She wanted to wipe that smirk off his face more than anything.

A small, triumphant smile came to his lips as she looked up at him. Just seeing how she acted made it evident that her defenses were starting to lower around him, as she continued to try and be kinder to him, even if it was just for a little bit.

He was content in that.

Seven huffed, standing up to put the first aid back in its designated cubby.

"Thanks." She muttered, bending over to place it in the cabinet under the sink.

"No need to thank me, I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to let me aid you." He replied.

She rose and turned to him, leaning onto the sink counter. "I meant...thanks for what you did yesterday. I've never cried like that in my entire life." She whispered; her amber eyes downcast.

The boy was caught off guard by her admission. It was a vulnerable truth, one that she would normally never address. His gaze met her amber eyes as she looked down a bit.

"Of course..." He whispered back.

They both stood in silence for a moment. It didn't feel tense. In fact, Seven felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders by Izuku's presence.

Izuku felt happy she let him see the more vulnerable sides of her personality, despite her hard villainess exterior.

"Sev...Is it alright if I visit you every now and then?" Izuku asked, walking over to her, placing his hands on either side of the counter, caging here between the sink and his body. He meant nothing about the action but Seven still felt heat creeping up her neck at the proximity.

The villainess hummed, looking up at him. "Sev?" She repeated the nickname, a smile pulling at her lips.

Izuku raised an amused eyebrow, matching her energy. "You do like the nickname, don't you?" He teased.

She chuckled. "Call me that in front of other people and I'll kill you myself." The girl warned, no real venom in her words. "But...sure. I'd like if you'd visit me." She whispered, leaning over him, her lips inches from him. "Try to be discreet about it though." The girl continued, as if their whole alliance wasn't already under the wraps from the public.

When she leaned forward, it threw him off. He blushed deeply when he saw her lips so close to his, her words sounding coyer to him. "Are you trying to do something here?" He inquired, trying to stand his ground, but there was an underlying giddiness to his tone.

"Noooo... Whatever do you mean? I'm just warning you. Wouldn't want anyone to know you're in cahoots with a villain now, do you? It'd be a shame if they knew what I let you get away with." She chuckled, gently playing with one of his curly locks, tugging it and watching it bounce back into place softly.

Her words made the boy's face go a deep red, her actions even more so. He scoffed playfully at her words.

"Is this your way of saying you want me?" His tone was quiet, but his eyes seemed to communicate that he was willing to humor her. She had him in a very vulnerable position, and he wasn't entirely against it.

"You already know the answer to that." She purred in his ear.

Izuku's heart throbbed. Her words echoed in his ear so tenderly and teasingly, she was riling him up yet again. That alone was enough to make his heart skip several beats. Her tone sounded so sultry, and her purr was a sweet sound to his ever whirling mind.

Before anything could escalate, she pushed him aside, cackling as she sauntered out of the bathroom in a way that felt almost taunting to the hero. He blushed a bit more as he saw her give him one last coy glance over her shoulder before stepping out of view. Was she attempting to tease the boy even more? Either way, it was working. A soft chuckle escaped him as he shook his head, following after her. He wouldn't let her get away with that so easily.

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Testing the waters with this one 😬 idk if I like it or not but playing around with their dynamic has been pretty fun.

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sofjoy82 · 1 year

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I couldn’t help it. Now, let’s indulge into the battles of villain Toshinori, a baby Izuku, and goldfish. I give @stormcallart Another snippet, fluff, this time😌

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Toshinori had faced many obstacles and threats in his life as All Smite. He worked hard to earn the title of Japans worst villain and that took a lot of time and sacrifice. He was considered a menace by the Public Hero Safety Commission. Surly there’d be nothing that could thwart him?

All Smite was currently having a heated face off with a thief. Blue eyes gleamed as he stared the menace down. He stood tall, waiting for the boy to make the first move.

The young menace held a stolen box of goldfish in his tiny hands. He babbled happily as he gazed up at his father. The innocent smile he had on his face suggested something evil. Izuku knew what he was doing.

All Smite narrowed his eyes at the boy. Izuku often played ‘too cute to be punished’. It worked almost every time. Yagi held out his hand expectantly. “Izuku, give it to me.”

The baby giggled and quickly shook his head ‘no’. His vocabulary wasn’t that broad at this point. Around… thirty words? ‘Gowlfish’ seemed to be his favorite word above all; and right now he was babbling it under his breath as he held the precious box to his chest.

Toshinori huffed and bent down. He wore a sweet smile, trying to coax the toddler closer to grab the box. “Izuku, baby, daddy wants some goldfish too. Can he have some?”

The villain smiled when Izuku nodded and walked forward. He held his hand out for the box, proud that to have this win.

Izuku was all too happy to ‘share’ his goldfish with his father. The villain let out a cry when several slimy goldfish were placed in his hands. He shook his hand quickly and wiped his hand on his pants. “Gross! The box! Not your slobbery goldfish!” He glared at the baby.

Izuku found his fathers distress truly enjoyable and squealed with laughter. He paused to look his father in the eye before reaching into the box and grabbing a chubby fist full, which he quickly popped in his mouth.

Toshinori glowered darkly. His son was truly living up to the ‘little menace’ title his onesie gave him. The two stared each other down before Izuku smiled…

… And decided to make a run for it.

“Hey! Get back here!” Toshinori stood up and watched his son dash down the halls with the open box above this head, leaving a spotted trail of cheesy crackers behind him.

“Gowlfish!” He cried victoriously, disappearing around the bend. “My Gowlfish!”

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Toshinori would end up finding his son an hour later, passed out on the living room carpet with his toy bunny in one arm and his blankey in the other. The box of goldfish was discarded beside the toddler.

Toshinori sighed when he saw the box was almost empty. A small school of fish had formed around Izuku’s head, resembling sheep in a dream.

Izuku had a content smile on his face. Obviously, this had been a fun day.

Toshinori let out a soft laugh as he picked up his boy. Izuku didn’t stir from his self induced cracker coma and his head flopped onto his papas shoulder.

“You really are a little menace.” Toshinori mused playfully.

#all smite #villain all might #midoriya izuku #sof stash #snippet #fanfic #GOWLFISH #mha #Izuku is a little menace.

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yoshkeii · 2 years

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could be inspiration for a drabble or just something to think about, up to you! but how to you think hugging shoto goes bc i really wanna hug him <33

doing this as a lil warmup since i wanted to save it till i had time to write,,, bc holy shit shoto i love you so much, i care him- this may not be what you wanted but this is what came from my head.

honestly, Shoto would be surprised you hugged him the first time you did. it was just a friendly interaction as its been awhile since you've seen him. unable to react he simply stared at you before his eyes wandered somewhere else, just a normal reaction you would see from him and aloof as usual.

but as his days kept going on normally he couldn't get his mind off that moment everytime he saw you. though the thought would dissipate quickly and left him with confused feelings, because your hug isn't as different from other people- right? it was just a normal one from his friend. a typical hug.

however, why did it feel more comforting to him? could it just be the circumstances of not seeing each other for days? or was it something else? Shoto couldn't put the feeling to a reason. he couldn't. although there was one thing he could put his feeling to... and its that he wants more hugs from you. and daringly enough, he would want cuddles from you. as you had jokingly said how, "Shoto's quirk would be great for cuddling!" with that dorky laugh and matching smile.

Shoto, wonders what if you weren't just joking.

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mamashenanigans · 5 months

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I know you asked for prompts a bit ago so I hope you don’t mind me jumping in here! But I wanted to offer up a cute idea that I’ve been thinking about with the twins (Afo and yoichi) in a kinder world/fix it of some kind. I may use this idea in the future too, so i hope you don’t mind me sharing anyway ^^’ without further ado, here it is!

Once someone explains to the twins that they are in fact twins, even IDENTICAL twins, they start pretending to be the other at times. Although everyone can tell who is who - not only because of the way they wear their hair, but also because Afo is significantly taller than yoichi. And also because when the twins try to play this trick, they can’t stop laughing.

I’m imagining this when they are young, but feel free to do with this what you will! Hope you are doing well!!!

HA! It would be hilarious if they tried to pull the “we’re identical twins” shtick, but they still look different like in canon.

(Here’s just a quick, cute thingy for ya! I’m using Daiki for AFO’s name from the other ask!)

Daiki, giddy and trying to suppress a smirk, quickly sat at the desk. He tugged his blue shirt down after it pulled up due to hardly fitting him and his slacks were almost unbearably tight. He ignored the outfit best he could because this was going to be hilarious!

As his classmates filed in, Daiki covered his snicker as he waited for his twin brother to make his appearance. Finally, Yoichi came in last and, wearing a huge grin, sat down at another desk. He too wore a blue shirt and matching slacks though his didn’t bunch up or look overly tight, something Daiki purposely ignored.

Their teacher came in and smiled at the class, her eyebrow arching as she noticed Daiki and Yoichi.

“Oooookay, class, we’re going to take roll call. As normal, let me know you’re here when I call out your name!”

She began to go down the list until she arrived at the Shigaraki brothers.

“Daiki?”

Giggles escaped Yoichi’s lips as he raised his hand and said “Present!”. Their teacher blinked as she looked between Daiki and Yoichi.

“And…Yoichi?” She asked with an edge of exasperation.

“Present!” Daiki answered between his chortles.

Their teacher sighed and covered her face. From behind her hand she said, “Daiki. Yoichi. Sweethearts. I know you guys are twins—”

“Identical twins!” They shouted in unison.

“Yes, technically identical, but—”

“You two are crazy! You guys look almost nothing alike! Isn’t that your fault, Daiki?” One of the boys said which resulted in the majority of the class breaking out into raucous laughter.

Daiki pushed the chair out from under him strong enough to crash into the desk behind his and was in front of the obnoxious kid in mere seconds. He towered over the boy, as he did all the other kids in the class, and glowered down at the now shaking child.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think I heard you right.” He growled.

The boy put up his hands and stuttered, “You two are identical! You two are identical!”

Daiki’s fake smile took up the majority of his features. “Thank you!”

“Daiki, leave him alone! And please tell me you have a change of clothes! My God, you two are going to be the death of me.”

Yoichi looked between the teacher and his brother, who had made his way back to Yoichi’s actual desk.

Innocently, he asked, “How did you tell us apart?!”

#all for one #afo #yoichi shigaraki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha afo #bnha yoichi #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha prompts #mha prompt #bnha prompt #mha snippet #bnha snippet

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help-itrappedmyself · 3 months

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BNHA 6

Masterpost

Shinsou is eleven when he gets picked up by the foster system again. Luckily, Kei wasn’t with him, but they caught him digging through some trash and brought him into a police station. They left him in a cold room by himself for hours. When the door opens again, two people come in, but neither of them look like cops. There’s a bright yellow one, wearing a leather jacket but with a bright smile and blonde hair, and a darker one, slightly shorter wearing all black to match his hair. They take the seats across from him.

“Hey, there! I’m Yamada Hizashi.” The yellow one speaks. “This Aizawa Shouta. We work with the police a lot. Our friend, the guy who brought you in here, noticed that you have some scars, the ones on your face. He was hoping you would tell me about them.”

He does. He tells them about the terrible foster homes, how he left because the streets had to be better. He tells them about how he’s struggled ever since his quirk came in, how he found food while homeless, how he found shelter, and even how the cop ended up finding him.

He leaves with them later, to what he doesn’t know is going to be the best home he’s ever lived. Those people end up his dads and he tells them everything about himself. But he never mentions that girl that he knew. He keeps her a secret, keeps his promise never to tell anyone about her, or her quirk. Until five years later, when she puts herself on the line for him, and he breaks his promise in return.

#my writing #fanfiction #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shinsou hitoshi #child shinsou hitoshi #original character #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #do they have a ship name?#They're together in this fic #bnha #mha #I think this is the end of what would be chapter 1 if this wasn't posted in tumblr snippets

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riahlynn101 · 1 year

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Fic Snippet: All for One/Inko

I might get back to this at some point, but for now, here's a little snippet of meet cute AFO and Inko. Only, AFO is still a creep and really weird and shouldn't be within ten miles of Inko <3

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All for One is a very thorough man. You don’t reach your two hundredth birthday and strike fear in all you come across by being sloppy. He was predisposed with a certain level of strategic ability. A skill he continues to fine tune even now. His non-quirk related observation skills however….

“Who are you?”

….might need some work.

Inko Midoriya-his current target. Not because of her quirk, though the thought of combining an attraction-type quirk with All for One did float through his mind. But because, whether she realizes it or not, Inko is Nana Shimura’s daughter. Which makes her the perfect avenue to hurt All Might. Acting upon this particular plan was easier said than done. For one, none of the twenty different informants he interviewed had warned him how beautiful she is-stares at him.

“Uh…Hisashi.” He feels like he’s been transported right back to high school. All flustered and nervous.

“Hisashi,” she draws, as if tasting the name on her tongue.

Internally, he swoons.

It’s probably too forward that he gave his first name instead of his last, but he’s never really been beholden to societal expectations (at least the ones that don’t benefit him).

She smiles. It’s nice and genuine, and completely different from the faux one he himself gives to insubordinates, so they don’t think he’s dead inside. “Inko Midoriya.”

He nods, resting his chin on the back of his hand. “I know,” he says, dreamily.

“What?”

He shakes himself from his reverie. All for One sits up straight, clearing his throat. “Sorry, that- that came out wrong.”

She giggles. “You’re funny.” Her brows furrow. “Weird but funny.”

His face burns.

She sits down in the chair beside him. A hand is gently placed on his arm. The touch is warm and if she lets go, Hisashi will just explode. It’s been so long since he’s had any human contact. And even longer since that contact was as nice as this.

“Anyways, I saw you watching me.”

“Yes, I was wondering if you want to…” he trails off, watching her curl a strand of hair around her finger. It’s dark green and matches her eyes perfectly. “Uh…I was wondering if you-”

He’s the scrounge of Japan. He strikes fear into the hearts of men. He’s killed and maimed and-

She squeezes his arm, the pressure more playful than anything else. He blinks, refocusing.

#fic snippet #all for inko #cross posted on ao3 #pre canon #mha fanfiction #mha au #shimura inko

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maypersonne · 6 months

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y'all ever open like your wips folder note app or google docs and be actually suprised to see wips there like damn that bitch does create and still got nothing to show from it

#listen the only fic i ever posted it was because i just got bored and just posted something i wrote like a year back #you people actually write stuff then post them ?#i call that witchcraft #i just forget about it after a few paragraphs #then i get pleasently suprised to find fic snippets that cater to my taste on my own pc #i may not recognize the faces of my children but they still fill me with joy #ao3 #writing #fanfiction #svsss #mha #bnha #naruto #dc #superboy #young justice #wouldn't be against any tips to instil object permanance into me if you got some

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oceanwetroses · 5 months

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Here’s a snippet from a Dabi fic I’m working on.

When a hand fists your hair and pulls you to your knees, a pitiful cry escapes your lips. With your hands clawing at his wrist, you plead between sobs, “Dabi! Dabi, please! Please!”

His fingers begin to dig into your scalp with insidious intent, but he restrains himself. Through clenched teeth, he growls out, his only signal for you to continue being the way he jerks your head slightly. Dabi hears your voice smothered in between sobs and whimpers, but can’t make sense of anything you say. Crouching behind you, he places his other hand on your throat, silently threatening you with a flash of heat across your sensitive skin. He brings his face besides yours, ensuring he hears your desperation clearly.

“It’s me, I’m sorry! I didn’t think— I didn’t know,“ you hiccup, breathing in sharply before exhaling on a shaky whine, “Toya, I ha—“

His hand at your throat quickly slaps over your mouth, hissing in your ear as his stare shifts around the club. “Shut the fuck up,” he sneers, dragging you with him as he stands. You scramble to your feet after him, tripping clumsily a few times before making it to the steps. Large hands wrap around your waist, lifting you to your feet and then hastily shoving you up to the dressing rooms. One of the few places he knew didn’t have any cameras. Shoving you into the lockers, he ignores your pained yelp, pressing his forearm against your neck. His other arm boxes you in, caging you in his wrath. “(Name).” He says it again, watching as your eyes meet him once more. But they weren’t your eyes, they were the navy-blue he’d associated with whoever was standing in front of him.

“Toya, it’s me. Look,” there was no point hiding. There was a risk he’d kill you either way, and if you were going to die by his hand, you wanted him to have the truth. Deactivating your quirk, your cherry blossom hair morphs to your natural shade. Everything about your manufactured persona vanishes before his eyes in a flash, leaving him with just you; the real you.

#dabi x reader #fanfic #snippet #mha #mha dabi #bnha #bnha dabi #archieve of our own #reader insert

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writersagony · 1 year

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TodoBaku fluff

Tonight was date night. Specifically, Katsuki's turn to plan it.

And to say he was stressed was... an understatement.

Kirishima and Midoriya both tried to calm the blonde's nerve while he waited for Shoto.

"It'll go find, bakubro."

"Yeah, Kachaan. You planned everything perfectly, I can't see anything that could go wrong."

"Ha? Of fucking course I did. You think I'd half-ass anything? It's the fucking extras there that are gonna fuck this all up."

They stopped when Shoto entered the room, looking how Bakugou might call, "gorgeous" - if he was a sap. Which he wasn't.

"Everything all right? I'm not late, am I?" Shoto frowned as he checked the time on his phone. 6:34 pm, nearly five minutes before Katsuki had wanted them out the door.

Katsuki turned towards his boyfriend, grabbing his arm and pulling him along to the door, ignoring Kirishima's encouraging shouts trailing after them.

Once they'd gotten outside, Katsuki glanced at Shoto again, seeing a far too amused face, which Katsuki couldn't bring himself to be truly upset about.

"So, what did you plan for tonight?"

"You'll just have to wait and see, won't you half-n-half?"

Katsuki felt a small bit of pride when he heard Shoto laugh - a sound so few got the absolute fucking privilege to hear.

"Guess I will."

The two held hands as they walked to Katsuki's car, when he held the passenger door open for Shoto - even though Katsuki wasn't a sap."

And Katsuki kept his hand on Shoto's thigh while he drove them to the restaurant he'd booked a reservation in. And only kinda smiled in amusement when Shoto ordered cold soba (he knew, of course, that's what his boyfriend would pick. It's why he reserved this restaurant). And he and Shoto walked, arm in arm, through the park afterwards under the moon.

And when he complained about the lights - which were "too fucking dim to see anything",- and heard Shoto laugh again, Katsuki's thoughts came to a halt.

Maybe he was a sap. But only for Shoto.

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skysurfing · 1 year

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hello, how are you? could I ask for some bakugo or more kirishima from mha if you're still into that? if not, maybe some bellamy from one piece? thank you, have a great day <3

always up for this bitch

#i pulled the costume outta my ass dont tell me how wrong it is #also i heard hes a vegetable nowdays #good for him #my biggest flaw is enjoying the art style of the manga #thus missing drawing/reading it sometimes #if someone wants to feed me lil snippets tho im not against it #bnha #bakugou katsuki #mha #fanart #sky talk

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