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inkykeiji · 3 years

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i've been going through your bnha works and have had this in my head for literal days now and wanted to share. while touya-nii is out of town, you get deliriously feverishly sick. he'll be back asap but asks keigo to check on you, who of course obliges. and sweet keigo, he just wants to help you feel better, baby, and you're really not well, so he'll just use his tongue, or so he tells himself at first, maaaybe just the tip anywayy i adore your writing and hope you are well! ty for all you do!

oh my GOSH i love this ask so much aaaaah THANK U for sharing!!! n thank u bb i hope u are well, too <33

❅ CW: implied pseudo-incest, implied yakuza!touya, dubcon/noncon, cheating

❅ words: 2.2k

He’s away on business when it happens.

“Touya-nii,” you whine weakly, voice staticky through the speaker, and his heart drops. “Touya-nii I—My h-head, it hurts,”

You rarely get sick; Touya makes sure of that, keeps you in good health just like all niichans are supposed to do, forces you to eat all your fruits and veggies and ensures that you get an adequate amount of physical activity. So you shouldn’t be sick. You shouldn’t.

But you are. And he’s miles away, stuck in some dingy motel room with cigarette burns on the matted carpet, aggressively tugging his fingers through his hair as he wracks his mind for some sort of solution.

For a brief, fleeting second, he considers leaving, envisions himself throwing all of his shit haphazardly into his leather suitcase and peeling out of the cracked parking lot, tires squealing and car thrumming as he races towards you.

But he knows he can’t, knows that’s an automatic death sentence for him, knows he’s stuck here for at least another day, which is much too long for his precious baby sister to be sick on her own.

His fingers tremble a little as he scrolls through his contacts, thumb slamming down on Keigo’s name. He picks up on the second ring, Touya’s molars grinding together at his trademark easygoing drawl.

“Listen, I have a favour to ask of you…”

—

“You really are sick as a dog,” Keigo’s saying with a frown, perched on the edge of your bed and looking down at the thermometer beeping in his hand, a glowing 103.5 staring back at him.

“H-Hurts, Kei,” you whimper, trying to shuffle closer to him, body wrapped in a cocoon of sheets. Sympathetic golden eyes gaze down at you, a palm coming to pet your sweaty head, lips turned down as he sighs through his nose.

“I know, songbird,” he murmurs softly, knuckles caressing your cheek. “First, though, we gotta unravel you from these blankets! They’re doing nothing good for your fever, sweetheart,”

And, really, it’d be hard to miss the sharp intake of breath he sucks in through his teeth the moment he finally frees your clammy body, clad in a skimpy little tank top and a pair of sleep shorts, drenched in sweat and sticking to your skin.

“Christ,” he breathes, honey eyes scanning you slowly, choking back a soft sound when his gaze lands on your chest, nipples perking up through the thin material and your body breaking out into goosebumps the moment the cool air of your bedroom hits your damp, heated skin.

“Well that just isn’t fair,” he mutters with a crooked smirk, eyes darting to yours quickly before drifting back to your body again. You hum in question—or maybe that’s a whine of pain, he isn’t sure, he doesn’t care—and he chuckles. “You’re not allowed to look this fucking hot being as sick as you are,”

He’s nearly positive Touya wouldn’t have called him had he known the way you were dressed, snickering to himself at the thought. No, Touya would’ve bit the bullet and called your parents instead, who are much more equipped to handle such a sickness than Keigo is either way. Oh well, he shrugs to himself with a little nonchalant hum—he can’t be held accountable for his actions now, not when you’re dressed like that, chest rising and falling rapidly with your shallow little breaths, whimpering and tossing a little in the sheets.

“Oh baby,” he coos, pushing sweaty hair away from your forehead. “Oh, you poor thing,”

“M-Make it go away Kei, make it go a-away,” there are tears collecting in your eyes now as your little hands paw at his hoodie, and Keigo’s frown deepens—you must really be in a lot of pain. Almost enough to stop the words that leave his mouth next.

“You want me to make you feel better, baby?”

Almost.

A sharp whine gets caught in your throat as you nod, movements slow and lethargic. Please, your begging him in a whimper, fingers curling in the cotton as you weakly try to pull him closer. Please make me feel better!

“Yeah?” he murmurs, the word just a huff of breath as his hands travel up the sides of your torso, nimble fingers idly playing with the spaghetti straps of your tank top. One more nod, and his fingers are hooking in the waistband of your tiny shorts, your forehead crinkling in confusion as you press your thighs together.

You mumble something that sounds vaguely like his name—aw, that fever must really be getting to you, now—and he coos mockingly, gold eyes flicking up to meet yours, fingers still tucked in your waistband, wiggling a little.

“You wanted me to make you feel better, right?”

Blinking twice at him, your head tilts to the side a little, eyes narrowing as you try to recall the words that were spoken merely a few minutes ago. You don’t know, you can’t remember, you think so, but…

It’ll make you feel better, he says. He’ll be gentle, he promises, soft hands tugging baby pink shorts down your legs, knuckles caressing your skin as they go. He’s never lied to you before, has he?

No, you suppose he hasn’t, shaking your pounding head a little as he pushes your knees open, revealing your bare cunt to him.

A hushed curse falls from his lips as he gazes at you. If you were in the right state of mind, you’d feel dirty, overexposed and self-conscious—but all you can do is whimper, staring at him through glassy, lidded eyes.

Just a taste, he promises to himself as his hands skim down your inner thighs, pushing them open more before his upper body languidly settles between them, whining quietly as he drags the tip of his nose across your hips, all the way from one side to the other, placing tender kisses against where each bone would be.

“You’re gorgeous,” he breathes, breath hot against your cunt as he adjusts himself to be eyelevel with it.

You don’t respond, can’t respond, because his tongue is flattening itself against you the moment he’s finished speaking, slowly dragging up your slit in long, rough laps and keeping his eyes on your face the entire time.

He’s determined to get you off with his tongue alone, already reveling in the tiny sounds he’s pulling from you, soft puffs of his name interspersed with broken little moans. It swirls around your little hole, prodding it with the tip before working the muscle into you. He thrusts it a few times—only enough to be teasing, really, to stretch you out just a little, before he goes back to your clit, empty hole fluttering in disappointment.

Using the tip of his tongue, he flicks your already swollen clit, slowly, and then fast, too fast, your back uncontrollably arching off the mattress as you push your hips towards his face. He chuckles against you, vibrations shooting up your spine, as strong arms wrap around your thighs, hands curling around your hips as he steadies them.

It’s over pathetically quickly, you creaming all over his tongue as he moans at the taste, one hand weakly tangled in his hair and holding his head in place as you buck against his face. He allows you to grind against him, grip on your hips loosening up a little, waits for your body to go boneless again before pulling back and sitting on his heels, dragging his forearm across his gleaming chin. You’re at him like he’s some sort of god, face full of bliss and absolutely fucked out, and he can’t stop the words that tumble from his lips next.

“You want more?” he breathes, golden eyes shining in the dim light, tongue tracing his lips as he licks away the remnants of your orgasm. “Huh?” he looks down at his cock, straining against his grey sweatpants, then meets your eyes again. “Just the tip, babygirl?”

A low whine slips from between your lips, head nodding lethargically before glowing, vibrant sapphire flashes through your mind, deep voice rumbling somewhere in the recesses of your skull, words jumbled and unintelligible.

“But…” you trail off, blinking your bleary eyes, eyebrows knitting together in confusion as you try to string the words together. “Touya-nii?”

“What Touya-nii doesn’t know won’t hurt him, now will it, songbird?”

His voice is so soft, so sweet as gentle fingers trace along your hairline, pushing little strands back from your forehead, and you shake your head a little. You guess it won’t. You want to tell Keigo that Touya always knows, though, that Touya somehow always finds out, but then he’s pushing the head of his cock into your little hole, groaning a little as you stretch around him, and your mind goes completely blank, filled with nothing but thoughts of how thick he is, how it feels like he’s splitting you open as he sinks into you, inch by inch, honey eyes mesmerized by the way your cunt greedily sucks him in, gaze glued between your bodies.

What happened to ‘just the tip’? The question buzzes around in your head, doing nothing to help the ache that’s settled deep within your skull, those six words smashed to pieces the moment Keigo draws his hips back only to slam into you again.

A loud cry rips from your throat—it stings, but Keigo doesn’t seem to care, abandoning all caution as his hips set a rough, brutal pace.

And you’re too weak to do anything but take it, letting Keigo manhandle your limp body into whatever twisted position he wants to, pushing your knees up to your chest and then pressing them together, forcing your lower body to twist onto your side as your back stays flat against the mattress.

It feels good though, that burning pain mixing with intense pleasure as Keigo angles his hips just right. A heavy sigh slips from between your lips as your eyes fall shut, pliant body practically melting into the damp sheets.

You think you’re saying his name, though you can’t be sure—you’re definitely saying something, lips moving and voice vibrating in your chest, though your words sound muffled, like someone’s stuffed your ears full of cotton, and you can’t decipher them.

Keigo’s speaking too, body draped over yours as his hips snap viciously, lips against your earlobe.

“What would your precious niichan say if he could see how much of a slut you’re being, hmm?” Keigo hums in your ear, voice sweet as honey, smooth and syrupy. “While sick, no less,” he tuts his tongue, as if he wasn’t the one who instigated this whole thing.

Whimpers spill from your lips as you try to shake your head, wincing at your stiff neck and the spears of pain shooting through your brain at the simple motion. No, you want to protest, bottom lip automatically jutting out into a pout. You’re a good girl for your niichan, really, you are!

“Bet he’d be disappointed to—f-fuck—to find out how much of a little whore his baby sister really is,” he growls, spitting out the words harshly between deep grunts. You try to shake your head again, whining as the familiar sting of tears prick your eyes.

And it’s so much, it’s too much, the way he’s pounding into you, cockhead nudging against your cervix each and every time and sending shooting pain radiating throughout your lower abdomen, then dragging against that one spot that makes your entire body feel like it’s on fire, over and over and over again as his mean words cut into your flesh, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes while your hazy mind tries to knit some sort of rebuttal together, and everything feels like it’s about to—

Your thoughts cut off with a sharp gasp that fades into a low moan, eyes rolling back in your head as your pussy pulses around him.

He’s praising you now, but you can’t hear him—can barely see him, having immense trouble keeping your heavy eyelids open, your vision fading in and out of focus, darkening around the edges. It only takes three more quick pumps of his hips before he’s stilling, cock throbbing as it spurts load after load of hot cum inside of you.

Keigo collapses on top of you for a moment, heaving chest pressed against yours, but your pitiful wheezing is enough to remind him how sick you actually are, and he gathers enough strength to push himself up, sitting back on his heels again. Lidded honey eyes snap open the minute his gaze connects with yours, a gasp falling from his lips.

Oh no. You’re really not looking good now, babbling deliriously, all of the colour faded from your skin, from your entire body, lips dry and cracked, sweat beading along your hairline. Keigo presses the back of his hand to your clammy forehead, hissing when he feels how hot you are and shoving the thermometer in your mouth.

“Keep it in there,” he instructs sternly when you make a face, getting ready to spit it out, golden eyes watching you sternly as his fingers tangle together, anxiously awaiting that obnoxious beep. He snatches the tool from your mouth the moment it goes off, trembling hands bringing it close to his face, eyes squinting a little as he reads it.

104.2°

“Shit,”

#takami keigo x reader #takami keigo #hawks x reader #hawks bnha #takami keigo smut #hawks smut #tw dubcon #tw noncon #tw pseudo-incest #tw cheating #scumbag hawks

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darkdevasofdestruction · 3 years

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Can you make headcanon with Demons Brothers ( Obey me ) who finds out about reader was abused ? Sorry for my english, it's not my first languague.

Well, I don’t know what’s like to be physically abused by your family, but I’ve been through my fair share of abuse in a relationship, so I can understand where you come from here.

For anyone who sees this post and needs comfort after any kind of dark thing that happened to you, including abuse of any kind - Yes, even the types that happen in relationships - You get what I mean - I will write for that.

I had BNHA blogs who wrote comfort pieces for me and it helped to make me feel better, and if I can help anyone feel better with themselves after this like that, then I’m happy x

Also, I don’t write for so many characters in one post anymore, it’s honestly draining and I can’t bring myself to write like that anymore, so I will just write for Lucifer, Mammon and Satan x

- - - - -

Lucifer

Out of everyone, Lucifer is the only one who can keep his composure, albeit barely so.

He is a demon, he knows all humans sin, but unlike demons, humans are supposed to be both good and evil, so what the hell possessed those idiots to behave so terribly with a pure angel such as yourself?

He just couldn’t comprehend why the hell humans are capable of such atrocities, when not even demons behave this way.

Ahh, the anger he’s feeling, not even Satan, in his worst phase, could understand - It was a monumental, infinite, incomprehensible kind of rage that burnt his heart so badly.

Despite everything he was feeling as you told him everything that happened, he merely bit his lip to contain himself, and hugged you tightly, letting you cry in his arms, as he stroked your hair, knowing that it can calm down a human - Or at least some sort of sense of protection and warmth.

He would tell you how you were so incredibly brave for managing to tell someone about the horrible, while also, you are so strong for being able to live with this for so long, and bear with the consequences of abuse.

But you managed to break through, somehow, and you were amazing - In his eyes, you were the strongest human alive.

Lucifer knows how horrible emotional pain is, and he would much rather feel physical one, than the other type, because he knows he won’t break that way.

But seeing you so fragile, small and broken in his arms ultimately shattered his heart, and he swore to get revenge in the worst way possible on your abusers.

He knows revenge solves nothing, but at least he’ll get some satisfaction, and somehow, knowing that the people who did bad things to you are there no more, may make you feel just a bit safer.

Despite being one of the most sensible brothers, he will still search to do more and more human psychology research, and with your help and insight, will try to help you recover, even a tiny bit, and will be there every step of the way as you are healing, never letting go of your hand.

- - -

Mammon

Okay, lemme tell you straight -

While Mammon is the most in-touch with his emotional side, he will suffer the most hearing that you, his most beloved person alive, had to go through such terrible things in your life.

You were just a small, frail human, you barely lived, compared to him, so why did you have to go through such trauma?!

He would outright cry, like anime waterfalls, and would cling on you, rocking with you back and forth, but he wasn’t sure if he was trying to comfort you, or himself, at that point, since he was hurting so much.

His brain would stop for a little while, and he would remember all the shit he got from Maddi, and sometimes, even the bad things that he accepts from his brothers, as a way to keep them happy, but ultimately, he would manage to get to the point where he tries to find ways to ease your soul of your burdens and traumas.

He will be even clingier than before, will spoil you even more, will make sure NOBODY yells around you, does moves too abruptly to scare you off, and basically, will thread carefully every step of the way to prevent anything from being a potential trigger.

Will literally kill Asmo if he tries to hug you without consent, or if he tries to flirt or make advances towards you, and while he won’t say why, he’ll just throw Asmo away and drag you away, to a safer place - Unless you reassure him that his younger brother isn’t a trigger or a threat in your eyes.

Poor Mammon will be a bit paranoid and will go overboard with a lot of things, threating you like a frail snowdrop, and it isn’t until you tell him that you won’t break from little things like this, that he can afford to take it a bit easier than before.

But don’t forget that he will even yell and fight Lucifer if he dares get mad at you for whatever reason, or use his demon form or powers around you.

And the same goes for the Avatar of Wrath, or Gluttony, when he’s dangerously hungry.

Also, he will kill Belphie if he attempts to kill you.

- - -

Satan

Satan.exe stopped working.

I mean, how is he supposed to react anyway?

His most precious person tells him that they have been mistreat, and he’s supposed to stay...Calm?

That’s impossible.

He will literally get up and leave without a word, will leash out his rage in a place where you couldn’t possible go, and when he’s finally done, will return to you as if nothing happened, albeit, with the necessary apologies for leaving like that, and returning with a lot of sweets, comfort food, flowers and anything that he knows you love and would bring a smile on your face.

Despite how much he reads, he only knows things in theory, and needs your guidance to apply things practically because, as he knows very well, every person is different, and different things work for different people.

With you, and around you, he will be the calmest specimen possible known to this realm, and the others, because he knows his rage could be a horrible trigger for you, and the last thing he wants is for you to be afraid of him, or, Heaven forbid, cry because of his mistakes.

Satan will make sure to check on you at all times, either f2f or via texts, and when you’re going out somewhere, or just chilling together, he will hold your wrist.

He will say he thinks you have very cute and delicate hands, but really, he subtly checks for your pulse to see if you have any anxiety spikes or anything that would be proof that something is bothering you in any way, shape or form.

As everyone knows, Satan is very attentive about literally everything, and incredibly detail-oriented, so he will over-analyse anything and come up with his own conclusions, and once he’s used to understanding your behaviour, he will automatically go and solve anything in your place, and it will shock you, ‘cause he’s so on point?? How did he even guess??

He won’t treat you any differently, considering that he’s always been sweet and polite with you, but will definitely criticise his brothers or other strangers if they behave in a way that may be triggering...Or hell, maybe annoying, ‘cause it gives him a motive to get away from nuisances who won’t stop talking.

Apart from his inferiority complex, he never received any kind of abuse, so he isn’t familiar with the feeling, nor can he claim to fully comprehend or sympathise with what you’re going through, however, he understands logically, and knowing how much it hurts you even know, and how it still affects you long-term, he is aware that he is unable to let you brave this storm alone.

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levworship · 3 years

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OKAY, I cant get this out of my head. It's usually tsukishima that always has the upper hand against yamaguchi right???? BUT, it comes to Yamas attention that tsukishima is a virgin and yamaguchi takes so much pity on poor tsuki that he offers to help him out. So yama came to you, his cute little girlfriend with this amazing opportunity to help out his best friend. And ofc you say yes..why would his cute little baby say no?

I love you, drink water and eat something you haven't already😤🥰‼️

finally writing again. shocker, i know. also thank you nonster ilysm <3

cw: dom!yams (kinda), mentions of yama x tsukki, reader is cute idk i like her, virgin!tsukki, tsukki being mean in his head, yamaguchi also just a tad bit mean, idk what else?, just a handjob (for now), prob errors

word count: 1054

summary: yamaguchi being the sweetheart he is and sharing his precious girlfriend with his best friend <3

the sight of the two of you always made tsukki feel sick to his stomach. watching his best friend be all lovey dovey with someone who’s so disgustingly sweet as well? it was no wonder he avoided you two at all costs.

he avoided making eye contact with you two even throughout high school. at games, in the hallways, during lunch. but he especially avoided it right now. he was afraid to peer up through the foggy lens of his glasses, because he knew the moment that he did-

he’d be forced to meet you guys’ gazes. those precious smiles still beaming down at him even with the undeniable hunger behind both of your eyes.

tsukishima scowled, turning his head as if he’d found something more interesting to stare at on the ground. when tadashi initially made the offer to him, he simply shrugged it off as bluff. especially since he figured there was no way you’d agree. but...

“come on, tsukki.” the blond flinched when your fingers just barely skimmed the skin of his arm almost as if you were afraid to break him. the harmless action still somehow managed to offend him. were you mocking him? did the two of you think you were better because you just so happened to have sex before he did? he could have sex if you wanted. he didn’t need your help. he didn’t need either of you.

yet, even as those thoughts echoed in his head, he simply couldn’t deny the fact that for whatever reasoning, he still showed up at your doorstep and faced you two with shuffling feet and fading pride.

he tsked once - twice- before he finally grew some balls and turned to look the two of you in the eye. and god did he regret it, because he was immediately greeted by the sight of the two of you pawing at him to rid him of his baggy clothes. the pairs of hands gripping and grabbing at each inch of visible skin had tsukishima’s face flushed an embarrassing shade of pink, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat until finally you two had stopped acting like fumbling teens and stripped him down to his boxers, erection pressing humiliatingly hard against the dampened fabric. it was amusing to him, how even as the two of you managed to lead him into the intimacy of your bedroom, he still held a higher sense of maturity and composure over you both.

at least, that’s how he viewed it in his mind. even a passing glance at him would reveal just how nervous he was. quite literally shaking where he lay.

“remember to be gentle, okay?” tsukishima scoffed at this. “relax tadashi. i am not going to hur-“ “i wasn’t talking about you.” yamaguchi cut him off with a piercing look that sent shivers throughout tsukki’s entire body like never before. since when did the freckled man have the ability to hinder him speechless so quickly? before he could even bother to crack out a weak comeback,

“oh shit—“ he hissed through his teeth when your small hand wrapped itself around his sensitive cock, successfully distracting him. his chest rose and fell heavily as his pretty eyelashes fluttered shut. “wow. you were right tadashi. i barely touched him and he’s already about to blow his load” you shook your head in genuine astonishment.

“has anyone else ever touched you here, tsukishima?”

even despite your sweet tone,, he wanted to bark at you. grab you by your hair and tug with all of his strength. shove you into the mattress and grunt in your ear that he wasn’t going to sit there and take shit from a slutty fucking brat like you. but how could he? how could he possibly let any words out before they melted away from him just as quickly as they’d formed in his mind? how could he think, when your thumb pressed itself against his tip, now red and swollen with reluctant want, and messily spread his precum across his cock. it was sloppy. it was dirty. your slender fingers tugged at his cock with a wet shlick that made his entire body tense with disgust and guilt from just how much he was enjoying your hand on him. he had to bite down on his lip to avoid making any noise. a weak attempt on his behalf to cling on to any pride he had left.

“-he’s long, too.”

the sound of your voice was enough to drag him out of his mind again. how long had you been talking? or were you too busy watching in shocked silence as he quits literally fell apart in your small grasp? were you and tadashi simply talking around him the entire time? he figured so, judging by the way both of you seemed to be almost observing his limp figure.

“mhm. but not as thick as me, is he baby?” tsukki’s stomach twisted when he watched the two of you engage in a sloppy kiss right in front of his eyes. he hated it, the not-so-PDA. or at least, he figured he did. but that wouldn’t explain why watching you two was already bringing him closer to his release than he’d like to admit.

yamaguchi seemed to read his mind somehow, humming when the two of you finally separated. a swift hand moved to grab your wrists. “‘gonna make him cum too soon, sweetheart. hurry up and get on top before he passes out” he chuckled before grabbing a handful of your ass, still clad in the pants you’d been wearing since tsukki showed up at your door.

fuck you. i don’t need you to get on top. you’ll regret talking about me like that when i have you and your fucking boyfriend bent over in front of me.

the violent words once again died in his throat before he had a chance to utter them. he watched you like a fucking horny mutt as you removed your clothes. his eyes remained glued onto your figure through his blurred vision (his glasses had been discarded a while ago), while yamaguchi’s eyes remained glued onto him. his expression was a mix of prideful and just a hint of possession if you stared for long enough. but it was hard to be selfish when you have your hot as fuck girlfriend and undeniably attractive best friend nearly blowing their lids trying to fuck each other.

who would wanna miss that sight?

i may do a part two where they actually screw if anyone is interested.

thirsts and requests for haikyuu and bnha are open.

#haikyuu smut #haikyu!! smut #tsukishima smut #yamaguchi smut #hq!! smut #tsukishima x reader x yamaguchi #tsukishima kei smut #yamaguchi tadashi smut #haikyuu dirty imagine #.chiyo’s works #.chiyo’s works hq

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callsignavalon · 3 years

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BNHA characters react to you flinching at their voice/touch

warnings: y/n clearly has been abused in this situation so pretty much abuse/trauma behind abuse, flinching, trauma in general, crying,

| bakugo x reader, izuku x reader, hawks x reader, shigarki x reader, kirishima x reader, dabi x reader, all might x reader, aizawa x reader |

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Bakugo

- Is naturally loud as fuck so when you flinched he was like ???

- Wouldn’t hesitate to come over and see what he did wrong

- probably very angry at first because he hates whoever would hurt his girl

- calms down enough to hold you

- He’s a softy, but only for you so he’d definitely ask if he had to kill someone

- Would call you a stupid nerd and reassure you that he’ll literally never hurt you, like ever

Bakugo is a very animated person, extremely loud, and always throwing his hands around. So when he had reached out his hand to pull you in for a kiss and noticed your entire body flinch he got pissed. Not at you, but at the idea someone had ever hurt you. He let out a growl, noticing you grab his hand to calm him.

“Don’t do that nerd, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He said, letting you pull yourself against his body. “You don’t have to tell me kitten, but I’ll fucking send them straight to hell if you want.”

“No, just want you to hold me. Sorry for flinching..” Fucking hell. Those words hurt him, he wanted to hurt whoever made you feel this way.

“I’d never hurt you, fucking nerd. C’mon and lay down with me, can’t have you all sad for me.”

Izuku

- immediately would take notice of what he did and literally never do it again

- would kiss your head and say it’s okay

- warm blankies and soft cuddles

- literally apologize and give constant reassurance

- forehead kisses

- most definitely thinks up a plan to make you feel comfy 100% of the time

What did i do? Deku was panicking and trying to find the source of what had you crying. “What did I do princess? Please talk to me.” He begged, sitting beside you. “I didn’t mean to scare you love bug..” He was way too gently and caring, it made you cry harder that he’d even think he did something wrong. So when you explained your past, he gave you a soft forehead kiss and got up, coming back with your favorite hoodie of his. He picked you up, held you close and cuddled with you for hours. He whispered about how he’d always protect you, then would give a few soft kisses over your face before reassuring that you were okay. He promised himself from that moment on he’d do anything he could to never let you feel that way again.

Hawks

- would probably cry

- absolute softie, he’d wrap you up between his wings

- wouldn’t let you leave his arms until you stopped crying

- secretly planning to find the person who hurt you and kill, fight them

When you admitted to Hawks why you were always so flinch around him he almost cried. You were sitting on his lap, little tears falling as he just wrapped you both in the warmth of his wings. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you little bird.” He kissed your shoulder, a few tears falling from his own cheeks as he held you close. He felt hurt that someone could ever bring harm to his favorite person in the whole world, and he’d do his best to never make you feel unsafe again. “I got you little bird..” He reassured as his arms cradled you in the warmth of his wings, tempted to keep you there forever.

Shigaraki

- used to people flinching at him, but is definitely confused

- feels bad because its you

- tries to be comforting, kinda sucks at it

- puts you in his lap and plays video games until you wanna talk about it

- promises to kill them if you want him to

“What? Did you really think I’d use my quirk on you?” He was honestly a little annoyed, never imaging the words you told him next. Someone had hurt you? His world, the only thing he felt was keeping him grounded to the small amount of sanity he had left? His blood boiled. “I’m not against murder, I can make it slow an painful if you’d like?” he suggested, tilting his head like a puppy to watch you. When he didn’t get a response, he got up from his gaming chair, picked you up and placed you comfortably in his lap. He didn’t say anything else, just wrapped his arms around you and let you nuzzle his neck as he played his game.

Kirishima

- probably cries about it later

- feels super bad because he literally would never hurt you

- lots of cuddles

- now understands a lot more about why you are the way you are

- gives you a heating pad and tea

- probably confused but wants to do whatever he can

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asks gently, leaning down to sit in front of you. “Are you okay?” He was super confused right now. He had never seen you do that before, and definitely didn’t wanna see it again. You looked so heartbroken when your eyes met with his, and you poured out all those built up emotions to him. He felt sad. He didn’t understand why you always seemed standoffish in a lot of situations, but now a lot of pieces about you were clicking together. “I don’t .. I don’t really know what to do.” He admits, taking your hand. “How about your favorite heating pad and I make your favorite tea?” He suggests, pulling away from the hug he had you in. It took everything in him not to cry as he got some fixed up for you. Why would anyone ever hurt such a precious Angel?

Dabi

- doesn’t know what to do or say

- makes a joke about how he was abused

- gives you kisses and says you’re too sensitive

- offers to murder them

- probably wants to fuck so you arent sad

- literally the worst at being comforting but does what he can

Silence. Pure silence. What was he supposed to do? Give you a hug and say it’s gonna be okay? “Hey uh,,” he slightly kicks your foot, a teasing grin on his face. “Ya know, my dad was emotionally and mentally and probably super physically abusive but I’ve blocked most of that out and turned it into silent rage.. I don’t know if that helps but I’m completely okay.” He says, making you break into a smile as you lean up to hug him. “Shut uppp, you’re too sensitive doll.” He murmurs, kissing your forehead. “Want me to fuck you better? I’m not good at this emotional shit.”

All Might

- big sad

- used to people being intimated by his size but wants to cry when you flinch

- has noticed it for a long time and just casually picks you up to hold you

- is very comforting and makes sure your feelings are heard

- cuddles for hours

Oh my god. She’s crying, you’re crying. Why are you crying? Why did you look like a broken doll shattered in front of him. You had just spilled out a ton of emotions after all might had accidentally made you flinch which resulted into a full blown panic attack in front of him. It wasn’t the first time he had noticed you do this, but the first time you ever admitted to what had happened to you. “It’s okay pretty.. I’m never gonna let anyone touch you again. You’re safe with me .. now lets cuddle, you can even wear my cape.” He says and lifts you into his arms.

Aizawa

- flinches at seeing you flinch

- asks if he can hold you

- talks about what’s going on

- burrito blankets

- holds you for hours

- makes sure to tell you it’s okay and not your fault

“Hey..” he said, sitting next to you after you had admitted to him what made you so anxious and nervous around him. “Is it okay if I hold you? We can just sit back and get all curled up in the blankets..” he wasn’t normally this emotional, but he cared deeply for you and it was hard to see you this way. Of course you immediately nuzzled him, laying in the bed and getting all rolled up. He lets you talk about it for hours, mumbling gentle things to make you feel safe. “None of this is your fault kitten.. than you for telling me about it..”

a/n /writers perspective: never been physically abused but emotionally/mentally and I react to voices by flinching, I react to peoples hands coming near me with flinching so I do have a small insight on how one feels.

Published: 3 February 2021

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Point Of View ~k.b.~

katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

warnings: fluff

synopsis: no one believes that katsuki is a good boyfriend until they see if for themselves AKA the three times people how sweet bakugou can be.

a/n: ah so i’ve neglected bnha quite a bit.. debated keeping this to myself but everyone needs a bit of soft and respectful bakugou. hope you enjoy :)

You weren’t oblivious to the worry and concern in people’s eyes when you told them that Bakugou was your boyfriend. The two most infamous things said in response were: “You’re joking, right?” and “Are you okay? Does he get violent with you?”

It was quite frustrating to reassure people that being with him was okay. You know he's a good guy. Why does everyone assume that he’d be a shitty boyfriend? Why doesn’t Bakugou want other people to see the more tame side of him that he’d developed the past two years you’d been together?

Everyone learned to just take your word for it, though they’d never really seen him be affectionate with you. That’s why it was so shocking once they actually saw the true nature of your relationship with him.

1: Your Parents

“Bakugo!” your little sister yelled, running up to hold onto his leg.

His eyes widened as he looked down at her, confused as to where she came from. “Hey, Rugrat. What are you doing running around by yourself?”

“Mom and Dad are over there!” she points to a store in the distance and continues talking, “Are you here with my sibling?”

She stepped back, grabbing onto his extended hand as they walked towards your parents.

“Not right now. They’re here somewhere with their friends.”

“I thought you were their friend,” she pouted, “Are you guys not friends anymore?”

Bakugou sighed, “I’m a different kind of friend, Rugrat.”

“What do you mean?”

“Tenshi! There you are!” your mom says, rushing over to the two of them.

“She saw me and ran over. Sorry about that,” Bakugou awkwardly scratched the back of his head, feeling uncomfortable with the apology passing through his lips.

“She must really like you, then. She never does this with anyone,” you mom notes, slightly impressed that he won your sister over within a few short months.

He softly smiles, looking down at her, “I think we just understand each other.”

“You still haven’t told me what’s so different about you being friends with Y/N!” she points at him.

He squats down to chat with her, “It’s the kind of friend that gets to hang out with a cool kid like you in their free time.”

“That’s the best!” she exclaims.

Bakugou’s phone buzzes, and he pulls it out to see a text from you that asked where he was. “I have to go, but I’ll see you at your birthday party.”

“Promise?” She sticks out her pinky.

“Promise.”

He clasps his pinky who hers quickly before getting up and saying a quick goodbye to your mother and rushing off.

Tenshi grabbed your mother’s hand as they watched him.

You came into view with a few bags on your arms and he immediately took them from you despite your apparent protest and gave you a quick kiss before walking in the opposite direction.

Your mother realized that she may have had the wrong idea about Bakugo this entire time.

2: Class 1-A

“How are you not sore from weight training yesterday?” you whine as you both walk towards the classroom.

“I train all the time. You just aren’t used to it,” he smirks, nudging you slightly with his arm.

“Whatever. You didn’t even go easy on me, a beginner.”

“I’ve never gone easy on you. Why would I start now?”

“Fair point,” you shrug as you walk through the classroom door and all eyes immediately fall on the two of you.

“There’s the cutest couple in school!” Mina exclaims.

You both look at her bewildered by her statement.

“I didn’t know Bakugou actually had a heart,” Iida muttered, looking at something on Kirishima’s desk.

“What did you do?” Bakugou whispers with a hint of agitation in his voice.

“I didn’t do anything. I have no clue what they’re talking about!”

“Kirishima saw you guys at the New Year’s Festival. He took a really cute picture of you guys!” Kaminari explained, walking over to show you both the picture on his phone.

You both looked at it to see your little sister, Tenshi, on his shoulders with a smile on her face as she pointed at one of the booths. Bakugo had one hand keeping her stable on his shoulder and the other was laced with yours. He had a large smile on his face as if he was laughing at something you said.

“What were you guys talking about?” Mina asks.

“None of your fucking business,” Bakugou grumbled, pushing past all of them to his seat with you in tow as he continued, “If you ask us another question, I will kill all of you.”

“Bakubro, they wouldn’t let you kill us even if you wanted to,” Kirishima laughed.

“You even gave them your jacket!” Sero exclaimed, “I remember when you tried to fight me for even trying to borrow a blanket when we were in your room!”

“He can’t let his precious girl get cold,” Kaminari sang.

Bakugou grumbled, crossing his arms as he sat down, knowing that anything he said would only fuel the fire.

3: His Parents

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed as your umbrella bent backwards, officially breaking after three long years of service.

The rain didn’t even have a chance to touch your body before Bakugo quietly handed his umbrella over to you, taking the broken one from you. “Don’t need you catching a cold.”

As soon as you took it from him, he took his jacket off and wrapped it around your backpack. He forced your broken one closed and held onto it to throw away later.

“Katsuki, you’re going to get soaked,” you tried to argue.

“I’ll be fine. My backpack is waterproof.”

“At least get under the umbrella. What if you catch a cold?”

“It isn’t big enough to even cover your backpack, dumbass. I’ll be fine. I haven’t gotten sick in years.”

“I’ll just put my hood on until we get to your house and then walk home from there with the umbrella.”

“Not happening, I’m taking you home. I can’t let you walk by yourself.”

Thirty minutes later, Bakugou walked through the door absolutely soaked from head to toe with two broken umbrellas in his hand and his jacket wrapped around his waist..

He let out a huge sigh as he dropped his backpack and took off his shoes.

“Katsuki, I need-” Mitsuki’s eyes widened as she looked at him.”Go get out of those clothes and take a shower! You’re going to catch a cold in those if you stay in them any longer!”

“You don’t have to yell, you old hag!” he snapped as he walked to the bathroom.

After he showered and put on some warmer clothes, he was met with the curious eyes of his mother and father as he took his towels and clothes to the washing machine.

“What?” he questioned, pausing on his way.

“You had two broken umbrellas and were absolutely soaked. What happened?”

“Y/N’s umbrella broke, so I gave them mine. It’s too small to do anything but cover their body, so I wrapped my jacket around their backpack so their stuff didn’t get wet. I was soaked by the time we got to their house, so there was no point in putting my jacket back on, but I promised them that I’d use the umbrella on the way back and it broke from the wind.”

Their jaws dropped.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he grumbled and justified himself, “I didn’t want them getting sick. They don't take good care of themself when they feel bad. Can I go to my room?”

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll let you know when dinner’s ready,” Masaru said.

Katsuki walks off without another word.

The next morning, Mitsuki was yelling at Katsuki to get up from the other side of the house, but she wasn’t getting the usual response back.

She paused outside his door when he heard the low murmur of his voice as if he was on the phone and slowly cracked the door open.

“Do you want me to come over?” she heard you ask.

“No, I can’t take care of you and me. If you catch my cold, you won’t eat like you’re supposed to. I swear you’re like an annoying little child when you’re sick.”

“Always so mean,” you laugh, “I can take care of myself, Katsuki.”

“I know you can, but I want to take care of you, so shut up,” he coughed, “And don’t hang up on me until you are inside of the school safe!”

“I feel so bad. You got sick because of me.”

“Well, make it up to me by kicking ass in class today, okay?”

“Don’t I always?” you tease, causing him to softly laugh.

Mitsuki smiled to herself as she quietly closed the door, hoping that you’d be in her son’s life forever.

#katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo #katsuki #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki x you #katsuki bakugo x you #mha masterfind

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 296: Ngl, This One Pissed Me Off

Previously on BnHA: Deku was all, “p.s. I actually activated yet another quirk several chapters ago when Kacchan got stabbed.” Compress was all, “[gets captured and passes out].” Spinner was all “[rifles through Tomura’s pockets and slaps a random Charbroiled Hand onto his friend’s unconscious face].” Tomura was all, “SOMEHOW THAT ACTUALLY WORKED” and woke up again, except it wasn’t really him, it was everyone’s favorite Final Villain, AFO. AFO was all, “time to escape finally” and summoned a bunch of Noumu and Absconded with Spinner and the DabiMarble in tow. Skeptic was all, “Horikoshi forgot I existed, but I’m actually Absconding in marble-form as well.” Deku was all, “ATTENTION WORLD, I WOULD LIKE TO ANNOUNCE THAT I OFFICIALLY WANT TO SAVE SHIGARAKI TOMURA.” And then the arc just sort of ended lol.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all, “but when you think about it, do we really need literally any female teachers at U.A. at all?” and for whatever reason doesn’t stop to wait for an answer. Midnight, who absolutely did not need to die, Dies, and I’m pissed about it. Ochako wanders the ruins of Jakku for what feels like hours, rescuing small children while her adult hero compatriots fall to pieces around her, because apparently the U.A. kids really are the only people who have their shit together. The citizens of Japan are all “damn that’s wild, wonder how fucked we are now,” but are actually super casual and chill about it which is oddly realistic. The chapter ends with AFO in Tartarus being all “lol time for the prison break arc,” without giving us so much as a chance to catch our breath, like holy shit. Are we on the clock or something now, goddamn.

lmao it’s like 7pm on a Sunday night and this is out already. this is like the worst possible timing lol. there goes my nice, relaxed evening. unless of course this turns out to be a nice, restful, soothing chapter, as chapters coming on the heels of traumatic, earth-shattering battles so often are. yeah, break out the Pina Colada song and the little drink umbrellas, I got a good feeling about this one

(ETA: I mean, I was obviously being sarcastic here but damn, Horikoshi.)

-- fff why did I laugh

it’s the crumbling city ruins in the background that really does it, I think. JUST LOOK AT THIS MESS THAT YOU HAVE MADE, EVERYONE. FOR SHAME

also, the title is dramatic af and I am so fucking excited you guys, like holy shit. BnHA’s In-Between arcs have always been my favorite part of the series, because it’s when all the character development and angst and/or catharsis happens. just, those little breathing spaces in between the action when everyone gathers to recuperate and compartmentalize their fresh new traumas lmao. bring on that angst!! but also, let’s please have some Comfort to offset all of this Hurt too, please and thanks

blah blah blah so the survivors were evacuated, good good, can you actually show us though?

AHHHHHHH

PIXIE BOB SURVIVED!!!! WASH IS STILL ALIVE LMAO HOW. THIRTEEN’S FACE, OMG SHOULD I LOOK AWAY. IS IT LIKE MANDALORIAN RULES. IDK HOW IT WORKS

HOW THE FUCK ARE THEY ALIVE. LOLS ANYWAY I’M HERE FOR IT. FEEL FREE NOT TO KILL ANYONE ELSE HERE HORIKOSHI, I THINK WE’RE GOOD

(ETA: it’s like talking to a brick wall.)

oh my god do we really need exposition about how the heroes tried to stop TomurAFO from escaping and OF COURSE failed completely because they suck lmao. oh my god I am shocked, that is such shocking news

wow they only managed to defeat three of the Noumus. holy shit. again, all of the Not-Kid Heroes are only slightly more useful than cardboard cutouts of heroes at this point, MORE AT ELEVEN

so Tomura may have lost the PLF, but he still more or less has an army then, huh. I really don’t know how anyone could expect a timeskip with that threat looming over everyone’s heads

oh nvm lol there are only seven Noumus left. wait so you’re telling me there were only ten Nearly High Ends in that last chapter?? felt more like fifty but whatever lol I’ll take your word for it

COMPRESS YAY YOU’RE ALIVE TOO

MAYBE THEY CAN EVEN REATTACH HIS ASS. I’M SERIOUS LOL, BECAUSE HE STILL HAS IT, DOESN’T HE? OR IF NOT, THEY CAN REBUILD HIM WITH A PROSTHETIC ASS. he’ll be more powerful than ever

WHAAAAAAT YEAH BOIIIII

WOOO, EDGESHOT, WOOOOO. THAT’S HIS WAY OF THE NINJA

YEAHHHHH SUCK IT, PLF

(ETA: for the record I don’t think Cementoss is dead here, just badly wounded. if he had died he would have been included in the forthcoming In Memoriam page along with the others.)

GET BENT LOL. TRUMPET I FOR REAL FORGOT YOU EVEN EXISTED. I NEVER WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU LOSERS AGAIN PLEASE. ONLY INTERESTING CHARACTERS MAY PROCEED PAST THIS POINT

dsflksaldkh;l

that’s... holy shit. that’s a bigass mansion, that’s what that is. also so does this mean there are still eighty thousand PLF members still at large, because that’s a plot line I very much do not care about in any way whatsoever lol. can’t we just retcon to say that Re-Destro was exaggerating? I mean hell, a CEO criminal pulling some Enron-type bullshit is pretty believable, isn’t it? those poor bamboozled shareholders

“makeste, here’s an idea, what if you scrolled down to read the rest of the page” lol gtfo of here with your logic and your sense

well those 132 people have made it onto my enemies list, but at least it sounds like they more or less took care of the rest. good riddance

and Toga escaped, as we knew already, and is now on the lam. hopefully she reunites with the League again at some point. although her doing her own thing could also be very interesting. idk what I want lol

anyway so there’s another big panel showing how fucked up the city is, just in case it hadn’t already been hammered into our skulls yet. there’s a car dangling off a roof somehow. how does that even happen. did Machia pick it up and put it there or

NOOO OMG RANDOM SMALL CHILDREN IN PERIL WHAT IS THIS

OCHAKO PLEASE SAVE THEM OMG

“if it falls on me, I want you to have my Endeavor pouch” OH MY STARS. HIS MOST PRECIOUS POSSESSION. NO MY CHILD YOU CAN’T GIVE UP HOPE YET

LMAO

“FOR THE LAST TIME NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR DUSTY-ASS POUCH, KYLE” fffff these children are dying and I am cracking up so hard my eyes are tearing up what is wrong with me

YAY THEY SAVED THEM

but listen. not that I don’t love seeing the girls kick ass, because you know I do. but I also really, REALLY need to know what’s going down with the Musketeers, and I’m not looking forward to waiting three whole weeks for that so please Horikoshi. please hurry this along so we can get to them

goddamn it Tsuyu is saying she’ll take the boy to the shelter to get first aid, and I was all “okay great because that’s probably where Kacchan and the others are too”, but now someone else is shouting for help and Ochako’s all “I’ll go” and it’s like OKAY BUT PLEASE? this chapter is already more than half over omfg. ‘bout to start wringing some hands here

oh my god

is this Toga again??? WHAT THE HELL, THIS CREEPYASS HALF-DEAD DUDE BETTER BE LEADING UP TO SOMETHING INTERESTING, I AM REALLY GETTING IMPATIENT

OR, I GUESS, WE COULD DO THIS INSTEAD

“SO AS IT TURNS OUT, NOT EVERY CHARACTER WHO NEEDS HELP SAVING THEIR SPOUSE FROM FALLEN RUBBLE IS ACTUALLY TOGA IN DISGUISE” HUH, OKAY. DULY NOTED. FILED AWAY FOR FUTURE REFERENCE

but fucking... okay, look. I love Ochako, I do. but I like her a whole lot more when she’s interacting with other characters I actually care about, as opposed to running around in the rubble rescuing random people while the fate of my other children is still up in the air. like okay, I get it, shit’s bad, now if you don’t mind we really don’t have to spend all day here though

...anyways but nope, we’re still staying with her. she’s bouncing around rescuing all of these other people. omg. I literally have no patience here at all and it’s terrible, I know, but oh my god

omg finally something interesting is happening!!

look at that, an adult hero standing around being useless while the kids are busy getting shit done. why is this becoming a recurring theme

MY DUDE, THIS IS SERIOUSLY NOT THE TIME THOUGH

I GET THAT IT’S OVERWHELMING AND THAT YOU’RE TRAUMATIZED AND SHIT, BUT GUESS WHAT, SO IS EVERYONE ELSE. THAT’S WHAT YOU SIGNED UP FOR. JUST LOOK AT OCHAKO! SHE’S SO EXHAUSTED HER HAIR HAS EVEN LOST ITS FLOOF, AND YET SHE’S STILL OUT HERE DOING HER BEST. ONE SAVE AT A TIME MY MAN. GET IT DONE. LITERALLY A SMALL CHILD IN THE BOTTOM RIGHT CALLING FOR THEIR MOMMY AND YOU’RE JUST STANDING THERE ALL “WAHH IT’S TOO MUCH” LIKE COULD YOU PLEASE POSTPONE YOUR CRISIS UNTIL AFTER YOU SAVE THEM PLEASE

OH MY GOD

MAYBE YOU SHOULD!! oh my god I really cannot, like wow. oh no I actually have to save people and do my job, god forbid. jesus christ, at least the other heroes tried. but Moping Hero: Bellyache here is just throwing in the towel and fuck everyone who still needs his help I guess. you are like the anti-Deku my dude

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NO OH FUCK

THAT’S MIDNIGHT’S HAND OH FU -- SHE BETTER NOT -- HORIKOSHI I SWEAR TO GOD --

I’M GONNA LOSE IT I REALLY AM!!!!

HOLY SHIT HOW INTENSE OF A RAGE DO I NEED TO BRACE MYSELF TO BE FEELING HERE. THIS CHAPTER WAS ALREADY TRENDING TOWARDS DISAPPOINTMENT, DO WE REALLY NEED TO GO AND COMPOUND THAT

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON

you’re telling me Tomura wasn’t brought back by that electric shock, but by his “fuck you” attitude? why are you explaining this to us now, again??

......

HEY, SO UM, FUCK ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS, THOUGH. (: OH MAN. OHHHHHH MAN. I HAVE... I HAVE GOT A LOT OF WORDS FOR THIS AND HERE ARE SOME OF THEM

FUCK

THINGS THAT SHOULD BE IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO “SOME BULLSHIT”: THIS

FUCK

GET FUCKED HORIKOSHI

AND ALSO PLEASE FUCK RIGHT OFF!!

AND SERIOUSLY THOUGH FUCK YOU

NO BUT YOU KNOW WHAT THOUGH!! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED OFF ANYONE. LITERALLY ANY CHARACTER. YOU HAD TWELVE FEMALE PROS. TWELVE. YOU COULD HAVE MADE MORE OF THEM. PROBABLY, IF THERE ACTUALLY WERE SUPERHEROES IN REAL LIFE, THERE WOULD BE MORE THAN TWELVE OF THEM IN AN ENTIRE NATION. BUT NO, YOU WERE ALL “TWELVE IS MORE THAN ENOUGH.” AND THEN WHEN IT CAME TIME TO KILL PEOPLE OFF, YOU WERE ALL “WELL ALL RIGHT THEN, LET’S SEE, I PICK... THESE 18 RANDOM SIDE CHARACTERS WITH LITTLE TO NO DIALOGUE, PLUS THE ONE SINGLE FEMALE U.A. STAFF MEMBER WE ACTUALLY HAD. YEAH THAT OUGHTA DO IT”

AND BY THE WAY, HORIKOSHI, I PICKED SOMETHING UP FOR YOU ON MY WAY HOME, HERE IT IS, ┌П┐(・＿・) do you like it it was on sale. I saw it and was like, “Horikoshi would really like that.” so there you go. sorry it wasn’t gift-wrapped

p.s. I hope y’all can tell that that’s supposed to be a middle finger and not... something else lmao. er. anyway

(ETA: so I got a few asks from people who were really put off by this part of the reaction post, and so I’m just adding an extra note here to make it clear that I do not actually wish harm on Horikoshi in any way or even particularly dislike him. I wasn’t happy about Midnight’s death and I wanted to convey that, and so I went with my usual LOUD CAPSLOCK REACTION tone, but looking back on it I can see that it’s kind of a lot, lol.

so just to be clear, the “fuck you” stuff is almost entirely tongue-in-cheek. that’s on me, I forget sometimes that there are people who share these sentiments unironically and so I didn’t think to make sure my intended meaning here was clear. anyways, killing Midnight was still a really problematic decision for numerous reasons but it is what it is. Horikoshi is not perfect, the story isn’t perfect, and I’m not gonna pretend like it is, but again just to be clear, I don’t harbor any actual ill will toward Horikoshi here.)

shit. and wow this man really went and killed off fucking Mystic too on top of that. have you ever seen a character fail so spectacularly at living up to their hype. r.i.p. Mystic you were like the Star Wars sequel of characters

(ETA: I have no fucking idea why I keep thinking Majestic’s name is Mystic lol. rest in peace you old scarecrowy bastard.)

and poor Momo, though. fuck. lost two mentors in a single day. and do not even get me started on Aizawa holy shit

so now we’re cutting to some random townspeople who are gossiping about the Todoroki drama. this is actually interesting in spite of my newfound determination to hate this chapter lol

ngl I am kind of heartened to see that not everyone fell for Dabi’s bs hook line and sinker though. Jeanist returning from the dead literally two seconds after Dabi was all “I SWEAR ON MY HONOR AS A VILLAIN THAT HAWKS MURDERED HIM” probably helped with that a bit! but there will doubtless be many other people who do believe him, or are at least still inclined to side-eye the heroes in general either way given how much they sucked in this arc. very, very interesting

so it seems though that even more than the whole Endeavor reveal, at the end of the day it’s going to be the heroes failing to live up to their end of the “put your faith in us and let us use our quirks and in return we’ll protect everyone and keep them safe” implied social contract that’s going to have the biggest impact on people’s opinions moving forward. basically this was always going to be a disaster no matter what

OH MY GOD FINALLY AHHHHH

Horikoshi really tapped into some of the real-life political energy of the past few years huh. Fuck Him Still for killing off Midnight, but I will admit that so far this is hella intriguing and I am really, really curious to see where things go from here

OH MY GOD THE LITTLE KIDS FROM THE BABYSITTING ARC

“FIVE PEEPEE MAN WOULDN’T LIE TO US” YES CHILDREN YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. at least the little ones still have faith

( •̀ へ •́ )

that’s great. that’s really keen. all we need right now, amirite

GOOD FOR YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT

let’s just wait for him to explain what he feels. you know he likes to drag it out

is that Dabi crouched down there next to Spinner? looks like they got him out of the marble after all. but why has his hair changed colors again lol what

anyways. your turn to what??

:’) excuse me what

hahahaha are you fucking kidding me. and that’s where we’re going to end the chapter then. lol okay

so let’s recap. Midnight died. we spent ten hours watching Ochako dig people out of rubble for no apparent reason and were then introduced to my new least favorite character, and because Ochako is so nice she didn’t even punch him in the face even though she really should have. we did not get any Kacchan or Shouto. we got one panel of Deku, who is Finally Asleep. and the chapter ended with AFO ordering his Noumus to go set free, AND I QUOTE, HIS “MAIN BODY.” and now I gotta wait an entire week for Caleb’s translation to confirm that last part. omg

but it sounds like a prison break is imminent, which is very, very interesting. ...and actually, is it weird that I’m actually rooting for it to be a success? I have no idea what this guy is planning, but I do know that as long as the main part of his soul is still residing in Tomura’s body, Tomura’s chance of surviving the series is close to zero. and villain though he may be, I’m still rooting for his redemption (nice to have Deku on my side now too), and so yeah. so like if AFO feels like using some latent Exorcism Quirk or something that he��s been saving for just such an occasion, be my guest lol

meanwhile this doesn’t bode well for All Might though. or anyone else aside from Tomura, really. shiiiit

anyway. [slaps roof of chapter] this baby can fit so much bullshit in it

#bnha 296 #midnight (bnha)#uraraka ochako #all for one #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #sorry this took so long to post lol #I really need to learn to add an extra 2-3 hours to any time-sensitive estimates I make #anyways

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vs-redemption · 2 years

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Hopefully you like these as I had a fun time thinking of them. If you arent doing soft sunday feel free to just use this the next time you do.

Characters:

Sero definetely went through an emo phase and occassionally listens to that type of music but only when he is sure he is alone. You have definetely caught him trying to scream/sing along when he wasn't looking.

Denki likes it when you put makeup on him even if you arent good at it. He likes to do it on you as well just for the fun of it and yes he has definitely poked you in the eye with eyeliner.

Kirishima really likes celebrating the holidays especially the winter ones. If you celebrate christmas he loves to take you to look at lights and he always wears the most horrendous christmas sweater.

Tendou likes to leave random things around the house for you to find. Sometimes its notes or small gifts or its weird like a rock with googly eyes. Either way its always fun to find stuff.

Sakusa is really good at cooking pasta. I dont know why but I just have a feeling he knows how to make the dough and everything from scratch.

Tsukishima used to be obsessed with geology back in middle school and knew a lot about the layers of rocks.

Ships:

Kiribaku likes to get drunk and go to karaoke after a stressful week of hero work. Its up to you if you think they are good or not I feel it would depend on the type of music.

Shinkami have "nap dates" where Shinsou lays his head in Denki's lap while he games out. Shinsou only sleeps well when they are together so this arrangement works well for both of them.

Iwaoi likes to have debates about the most random things just to see who is the better at coming up with things on the spot.

Tsukiyama will do study dates at Tsukkis house where Yams gets a kiss every time he gets a question right. Tsuki is the best motivator.

Soft Sunday BNHA and Haikyuu Headcanons

featuring: BNHA: Sero, Denki, Kirishima Haikyuu: Tendo, Sakusa, Tsukishima Ships: Kiribaku, Shinkami, Iwaoi, Tsukiyama

If I caught Sero screaming or singing along to some emo or punk music, I would be shocked for a moment, maybe laugh, but then get super excited and force him to sing some songs together the next time everyone goes out for karaoke!

Putting make up on Denki reminds me of this time in high school when my friend was putting eye liner on her boyfriend, and his eyes were watering so bad it was just washing the make up right off. She reapplied it a few times but his eyes just kept watering. I'm just picturing this happening to Denki and he ends up with black lines all down his face.

No shame in wearing ugly Christmas sweaters! And Kirishima is so sweet, even if you don't celebrate Christmas he is more than happy to celebrate whatever holiday you DO. He's super open minded and is excited to learn and try out your holiday traditions!

I love Tendo so much! It can get tedious falling into a routine and doing the same thing day after day. Precious Tendo never lets that happen though. He always finds way to add little surprises every now and then to make you smile.

Sakusa better prepare for a lot of puppy dog eyes and please for him to cook his special homemade pasta. He might act like it's an inconvenient to put in all that work, but inside he's thrilled that you love his cooking.

Used to be obsessed?! Tsukki get it together! You can't outgrow Geology. It will always be cool... or maybe I'm just a nerd. I took Geology for fun in college, and I will forever be sad that they canceled the trip I was supposed to go on which involved a train ride through Canada to look at natural rock formations. Tsukki take me on this date, please

SHIPS

Kiribaku: Oh... I'm not sure if they're good singers or not. Wasn't Kiri kind of a bad singer in that episode where they were trying to pick a singer for the culture fest? Even so, I think it would be good for both these boys to blow off some steam with karaoke.

Shinkami: Denki getting super excited or disappointed about something in his game but mustering up all his self control to stay quiet so as not to disturb his sleeping boyfriend. So cute. Also, someone have a nap date with me.

Iwaoi: And they always bicker over who won the debate because Iwaizumi will come up with a few sound arguments while Oikawa rattles off a million of the most flimsy little retorts possible. OIkawa says he'll concede for a kiss, but Iwa is just so stubborn.

Tsukiyama: Yamaguchi getting so flustered over the kiss that he sometimes forgets the answer to the question he just got right. Tsukki doesn't know whether to be annoyed at Yams or proud of himself. Either way, this is very cute ♥

#kenmakai💖#best moot squad #soft sunday #Tsukiyama #Iwaoi #Shinkami #Kiribaku #Kei Tsukishima #Kiyoomi Sakusa #Satori Tendo #Hanta Sero #Denki Kaminari #Eijiro Kirishima #BNHA #MHA #Haikyuu

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cafedanslanuit · 4 years

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[ k i n k t o b e r ] d a y 10 - masterlist

↪ character: takami keigo / hawks [boku no hero academia]

↪ tags/warnings: +18, female!reader, praise kink (giving and receiving), mentions of scars, manga spoilers, a bit of angst but also sweet moments.

↪ a/n: set after the war arc in the bnha manga, so spoilers up to 271.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Keigo whispered against your lips before he kissed you hungrily. The fact that the first thing he saw when he got home after a particularly long day was his girlfriend dressed in black lingerie waiting for him had him seeing stars.

You chuckled in between the kiss, but let him push you on the bed as he kicked off his shoes. His jacket followed right after, your hand immediately caressing his arms. You hummed contently when you felt his muscles twitch under your hand.

"Long day, baby?" you asked, helping him take off his shirt.

"Longest ever," he groaned. He pulled away from you to take off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. His pants followed soon after and your legs immediately parted, making space for him to settle between them.

"Look at you, babe," he breathed out, his hips bucking against yours. "You're so goddamn beautiful. How did I get so lucky to have you waiting for me in these?" he asked, his fingers caressing the fabric of your bra. "You look so fucking delicious," he grunted, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your shoulder.

"You're not so bad yourself," you teased him, squeezing his biceps, to which he just laughed. You closed your eyes for a second and basked in the sound of his warm laughter.

"Maybe," he said, propping himself up and taking a look at your entire body. "But I can't compete with that. You're gonna make me lose my mind over the memory of you in this lingerie. Fuck, it's like you're doing these a favour," he exhaled, grabbing them hem of your underwear and snapping it against your skin playfully. "Makes me want to take care of every single part of your body,” he said, looking straight into your eyes.

He started leaving small kisses on your neck and your hands travel to his hair, ruffling it a bit and smiling. In a quick movement, you pushed him on the bed and straddled him. The absence of his wings made it no longer uncomfortable for him to be in that position. You held his head with your hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“What about you, my favourite birdman?” you said, looking at him tenderly. “You’ve worked so much today-- hell, you’re always working so hard,” you sighed, caressing his scarred cheek with your thumb.

“Doesn’t matter if you’re waiting for me at home,” he argued, but you put your index finger on top of his lips, silencing him.

“Shhh, no. Tonight is about you. I want to spoil my perfect boyfriend. My perfect, loving boyfriend with the most beautiful golden eyes I’ve ever seen,” you smiled. “My perfect boyfriend and his hair, always looking amazing even after a long flight. My perfect boyfriend with his beautiful face,” you sighed, kissing the scar on his cheek. “You work so much and always come home so tired, yet you always ask how my day was.”

Your hands travelled down to his shoulders and rubbed them with care, your fingers taking their time to knead the knots that were formed there, preventing him to relax fully.

“I got you now, baby. You’re mine and I’m yours, right?”

Hawks nodded and you kissed him again, your tongue stroking his bottom lip as he opened his mouth for you. The kiss was slow and sensual, your bodies flushing together as he held you by your waist firmly.

“I’m so in love with you,” you whispered against his lips, feeling your heart flutter like the first time you kissed him. “You’re so beautiful. You’re so kind. You’re such a good person.”

“I’m definitely not a good person,” he huffed, stroking your sides softly.

“You are,” you said firmly. “I know what you’re thinking and please, don’t. I know you’ve done some bad things in the past, but that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. The Commission may have taught you a blotched version of this society, but you’ve seen the truth now. And even when you didn’t, you still were kind. You always tried to help out and do whatever you thought was the right thing to do. And I will always love you for that precious heart of yours that only wants what’s best for everyone. Even when it may not be the best thing for you.”

You stroked his chest softly, and took a deep breath.

“Even after losing a part of yourself,” you whispered, remembering the crimson wings that used to be sprawled underneath him. “You still go out there and try to do your best for everyone. And then, you come home to me. No, I’m sorry,” you corrected yourself with a chuckle. “You come back and create a home with me. So yeah,” you shrugged with a smile. “I’m in love with who you are, Takami Keigo.”

Remembering your earlier intentions, you began leaving small kisses on his neck and then lowered to his chest. You took your time in covering his entire skin with kisses, your hands caressing and squeezing his arms softly as you took care of the man underneath you. You whispered more praises and words of love to your boyfriend as you trailed down to his abs, your mouth watering a bit at the sight of his toned muscles. You pressed a small kiss right under his belly button and giggled when you felt him trembling under your touch.

“Hmm, you like that, baby?” you asked, looking up. As soon as you saw his face, your smile disappeared completely.

He was crying.

You quickly crawled back to his face, your eyes filled with worry as you saw the tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

“Keigo, what’s wrong?” you said, cupping his head and wiping his tears with your thumb. “Baby, did something happen today?”

He shook his head, but the tears didn’t seem to stop. Keigo gently pushed you to the side and sat up on the bed, rubbing his face with his hands, trying to control himself. You crawled to his side and kneeled beside him, scared about his current state. The image of your boyfriend crying on his underwear made your heart clench in pain, even more when you didn’t know what was happening.

“Talk to me, please,” you whispered, pressing a kiss on his shoulder. He turned and looked at you, his face damp as he was unable to stop crying.

Keigo pulled you closer in a tight hug and buried his head on your chest. Your arms quickly embraced him, stroking his back softly, trying to comfort him the best way you could. You gently caressed his hair, doubting whether it was a good idea to ask again what was going on.

“Please don’t ever leave me,” he muttered in a broken voice.

“Leave? I won’t leave you,” you assured him, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“No, no. I--” he started, but fell silent again. You felt his back rising as he took a deep breath before talking again. “What you said. Just took me off guard, I guess,” he sniffled, his arms still around your waist.

You immediately recalled the previous compliments and love promises you had made just moments ago. Even though you thought it was obvious how much in love you were with him, it seemed this was the first time he had taken your comments seriously. Your heart broke at the idea he had been so appalled by your loving words, his emotions had taken the best of him and he didn’t know how to handle it.

“You are the best man I’ve ever known and I’m hopelessly in love with you, Keigo. Leaving you would be my worst nightmare,” you promised, kissing the top of his head. “I will always be by your side. Always.” You felt him nod against your chest, and the tears followed soon after once more.

That night, when you both finally decided to sleep, you made sure to hug him a little tighter, promising to yourself that from that moment on, you would do everything in your power to fill the rest of his days with all the love he deserved.

#hawks x reader #bnha x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2020 #takami keigo x reader #bnha hawks #keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo #bnha smut #hawks smut #allie after hours

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Bnha yandere shoto with darling that's has autophobia ( fear of being alone, unloved, unwanted, ect...)? They don't care that they been kidnapped just please don't leave them alone.

It’s nice to get back to writing with a Darling that’s just as needy as their Yandere, or… almost as needy, at least. Shoto makes for steep competition, even if he seems apathetic, more often than not.

Title: Monophobia.

TW: Emotional Abuse, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, and Mentions of Injury.

“I thought I told you not to wait for me.”

He hadn’t, technically. Shoto had told you to keep yourself occupied while he was gone, to cook and clean and do whatever passed the most time, to stop locking yourself in your closet whenever you heard footsteps from outside his apartment, but he’d never specifically told you not to wait, or, not sit by the front door and hug your knees to your chest, your back pressed against the threshold and your mind preoccupied with every villain Shoto had ever fought, everyone that could have a vendetta against him or a price on his head or a death-wish prevalent enough to purposefully take on one of the top heroes and knew where to find him. And, as your thoughts wandered, everyone who knew where to find you.

Everyone who might want to do something unadmirable with that special piece of information.

You couldn’t tell Shoto that, though. Instead, you swallowed your dread, trying to focus on the image in front of you. On the front door, locked and secured, and your loving, capable boyfriend - the man who’d promised to never let anything or anyone hurt you and who’d sooner chew off his own hands than lay a finger on you. The man you trusted. The man you had to trust. “I was worried,” You explained, your eyes flickering noncommittally from your knees to the living room, where Shoto was still struggling off his jacket, a wallet and a facemask already thrown to the side. “You were late. I couldn’t call you, and I was… I was worried. How would you feel if I didn’t come home?”

At that, he frowned, but you’d been around him long enough to tell he was more upset by the fact that you’d asked than the thought of you being an hour or two behind schedule. No, if you’d walked through that door without a call or an apology or plea for his forgiveness, he wouldn’t have been displeased or concerned or disappointed, he would’ve been furious. He’d always been furious. He was still furious, sometimes, when you forgot about one of the terms of your new relationship.

He turned towards you, but he didn’t step forward. No, you’d have to close the distance yourself, if you wanted him to put in that kind of effort. “There are emergencies. Things come up and I’m the one who has to find a way to fix them.” It was a hypothetical excuse. There could’ve been an emergency, but he wasn’t saying there was. You doubted you’d get a straight answer out of him, not when he was feeling so aloof. “Do you have a problem with that?”

You did. You were left alone, and he was the one to blame. He’d abandon you, leaving you defenseless and exposed with only your own weak quirk and four thin walls to protect yourself, and if something happened, your blood would be on his hands. It was an irrational fear, fueled by implausible scenarios and the knowledge that you had so many enemies and so few allies, but your paranoia clung to the idea like a security blanket, like a lifeline. Like it was the only thing you needed, more precious than food or water or freedom could ever be.

But, you couldn’t say that. You couldn’t make your mouth form the words, even if you wanted to. Instead, you glared at Shoto. “You promised to take me to your agency, today. You said you wouldn’t leave without me.”

“It’s too risky,” He replied, automatically, stepping towards you. His scowl softened ever so slightly. That, or you were just being hopeful. “Sweetheart, if someone recognizes you, I’ll get into a lot of trouble. You know that. You’ll be taken away from me. Is that what you want?”

He was trying to guilt you into submission. That was always his first tactic, when you were being stubborn. You pursed your lips, telling yourself his anxieties were just as unreasonable as your own. “You promised. You told me that is I behaved, you’d--”

“I told you I’d take care of you.” Another step, another injection of artificial sympathy into his veins. The way he spoke was forceful, but it was compassionate, too, brimming with the manufactured tenderness he constantly saw fit to gift you with. “That comes first, your safety always comes first. I’m not going to hurt you, but I don’t know about everyone out there. I can’t be sure about them, I can’t trust them. You’re smart, (Y/n), you can see why. You know how dangerous the world can be, if I let it get to you.”

You pulled your legs into your chest, but you refused to give him what he wanted. The slightest hint of something vague and ominous wouldn’t make you surrender, not when you weren’t the one in the wrong. “Still,” You persisted, taking on enough venom to balance out his sweetness. “You can’t just lie to me, Todoroki, it’s not fair. I can’t stay shut up inside this apartment for the rest of my life, and you can’t act like I can--”

“It’s like you want to get hurt.” If he was annoyed before, he was frustrated now, the words spat through grit teeth, his hands curling into fists at his sides. For a moment, his anger was visible, vivid, but with a deep breath and a slow blink, he kneeled in front of you, regaining his composure with a practiced display. He didn’t touch you, but you wished he would. You wanted comfort, you wanted reassurance, but Shoto rarely cared about what you wanted. “So many things could go wrong, too many things. What if I have to leave you alone? What if I get called out for something only I can handle or lose track of you? What happens when you get lost or panic or try to run, and someone sees a vulnerable, scared civilian that doesn’t know better than to trust the first person who offers them help? What if I’m not there and some awful, manipulative villain comes after you just because they want to get to me? What if you get hurt because I’m not there to save you?”

You knew what he was doing. If anyone knew how much you needed Shoto, it was him, and he was using your own dread, your own fear, your own dependency against you, and he was doing it with a gentle tone and a kind expression and the type of distant, selfless, protective phrases he knew you wanted to hear. He was being cruel. He was cruel, and you knew that. You could see that. You weren’t naive enough to believe he was actually doing this for you.

And yet, you wanted to. More than you’d ever wanted anything else.

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out, any denial on your tongue replaced with a breathy, raspy sob, half choked and utterly desperate, as pitiful as it was pathetic. You didn’t bother wiping away the tears beginning to flow over your cheeks, only shutting your eyes and reaching out with both arms, blindly finding Shoto’s shoulders and pulling him close, as close as he could be. With only the slightest hesitation, Shoto gave in, drawing you into his chest and lifting you out of the doorway, letting you wrap yourself around him so tightly, you could convince yourself you’d never have to let go. That he’d never let go. That he couldn’t let go, because he loved you and needed you and wanted you, as badly as you wanted him.

So badly, you could almost ignore the small, careless smile pressing into your neck as Shoto cooed soft nothings, playing the role of caretaker so well, both of you almost believed it.

Almost.

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kireii-writes · 4 years

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pairing(s): reader x chisaki kai (overhaul)

fandom: BNHA

warning(s): swearing, mentions of blood, yakuza, violence, mentions of torture, mentions of death, kidnapping, murder, mentions of drugs, au where everyone is a normal human with no quirks whatsoever , badass reader

summary: in which y/n is a young yakuza leader who one day caught the attention of the leader of their rival gang, chisaki kai.

The heavy stench of smoke hung in the air as you blew out another puff, dead eyes looking out of the glass windows and into the night skyline. Shiny, you thought. the night view of this city was dazzling- but at the same time, dangerous and deceptive. just like the life you’re currently living. Taking in another deep puff, you let out a deep sigh, along with the smoke that dissipated into the air. gone, but not quite. How long has it been since you’ve stepped into the world of the yakuza? For as long as you remembered, your father had always been the one in charge of the yakuza while you- his precious child, lived a life away from the dark and grim world of the yakuza. It has always been that way, until that one day when your father was taken away from this life, five years ago. Shot by a rival gang, didn’t make it in time. That was what you were told. Naturally, the next-in-line would be you. It was one thing to see and hear stories of the yakuza, but overseeing the entire organization was another.

Two gentle yet firm knocks interrupted your train of thoughts, and a stream of white light trickled into the dark room as the door opened.

“Boss,” a rough voice called out.

“They got him.”

It was the third time this week. The third time one of your underlings have been killed. This time, it was a new recruit. Sighing to yourself, you stubbed out the cigarette that rested in a delicate balance between your fingers. You can never have a day of peace as a yakuza leader. Pushing yourself up from the plush sofa that occupied the middle of the huge room, you involuntarily let out another deep sigh as you made your way out, the clacking sound of the heels of your shoes on the hard floor echoing through the hallways.

“... Found dead in an alleyway, he was most likely beaten to death by a bunch of them.” You were informed as you looked down at the poor boy’s cold and lifeless body, his wide and sunken eyes stained with tears seemed to bore into your cold, emotionless ones. His dead eyes reflected the fluorescent light above but no matter how the lights flickered above him, he never flinched. His once pale skin was now covered with cuts and bruises blooming all over his paper skin like deadly flowers. Part of you felt apologetic- the teen had joined the yakuza because he had nowhere else to turn to. He had pledged his remaining life to you and the organization, only to have his troubled life cut short by a rival gang.

“Boss, don’t you think this is getting a little out of hand?” Your lackey commented. “If this goes on, everyone’s going to think we’re pushovers. Let me bring a few men, and we’ll teach those punks a lesson or two.” Involuntarily, you closed your eyes, as if in attempt to drown out the pounding headache that was creeping in.

You had to say something- anything. But what? When you were first appointed as the next leader, half of your late father’s followers were unhappy. They didn’t see you as a leader. Instead, all they saw was a sheltered child who didn’t deserve the title of ‘boss’. You knew that was going to happen, which was why you worked your ass off to prove that you were capable of running the yakuza on your own. You have your father’s blood running through your veins, of course you were capable of running the yakuza. Slowly but surely, many of them started to respect your hard work and dedication and began to acknowledge you as their new leader. However, there were still some of them lurking in the shadows who would wait for the time where you fail and use it to strip you of your title. It was at times like these where you had to make the right decision. one wrong move and you could be toppled in an instant. Feelings of irritation and frustration bubbled up inside you as every pair of eyes were on you at that moment, awaiting your next order. Lighting the cigarette between your lips, you blew out a puff of smoke as you made your next decision.

“No,” your command settled onto your followers, and immediately hushed whispers filled the room. “We wait. If we blow things up now, there’s no knowing what will happen next. The Shie Hassaikai is one of the most influential gangs among us. Picking a fight with them would be the last thing you want to do.”

“But the boy’s the third victim this week! If this goes on, they’ll soon climb over our heads!” the same lackey argued. “Sure, they may be influential, but we’ve been the biggest and most powerful yakuza in the past decade. We could easily destroy them! Or are you too afraid to face them, only hiding behind your title?”

“... No.”

“But-” the man tried to argue, but was immediately thrown onto the cold, hard floor by another of your follower.

“I’m saying,” you started as you casually placed a foot onto his chest. “If you want to be killed, go ahead. I won’t stop you. What’s one less mouth to feed? But I don’t need a bunch of Shie Hassaikai guys to come to my front door and slaughter everyone, so dogs like you should shut the hell up do as you’re told. Do you understand?” You let out a breath of smoke as you narrowed your eyes at the man beneath your foot. “If you understand, scram.”

Just as you thought you had more than enough to deal with already, a sudden bang of the door was a clear enough indicator that there was more to come.

“Boss, we caught one of them.”

“One of what?”

“One of the Shie Hassaikai guy’s responsible for the lad’s death. He’s in the interrogation room, would you like to question him?”

Letting out a frustrated grumble, you put out the fifth cigarette you’ve lit today. For heavens sake, you can never finish smoking one cigarette with so many things happening. Letting out yet another sigh, you followed the guy that had informed you of the man in the interrogation room.

~~~

The interrogation room was dimly lit, and in the middle of it was a man tied to it. He was beaten to a pulp, and you couldn’t help but snicker at his bruises, blood coating his skin.

“I see that my men have been treating you well.” You broke the silence as you sat on the sofa in front of the captive.

Silence met your statement as the man that was brutally thrashed glared at you.

“Mind telling me why you had to go ahead and kill my new recruit? Poor boy, his first official job and you killed him.” You sighed as you lit yet another cigarette. At this rate, you’re bound to finish the entire pack just in one day. Why did you start smoking anyway? As far as you can remember, your late father was always smoking, whether he was handling yakuza business or not. Did it run in the family? Or was it because of something else? You couldn’t remember.

“Oi, bastard.” Your lackey in charge of overseeing the tortured man landed a blow on the captive. “When the boss asks you a question, you answer, do you understand? You’re in our territory, we can kill you anytime we want.”

“There’s no need to rush.” You drawled, inhaling a large puff of smoke, your foot unconsciously twirling lazily. “I’m sure he’ll speak soon enough if he wants to protect the Shie Hassaikai.” Letting a tiny smirk line your lips, you turned to the man in front of you.

“Unless, he wants the Shie Hassaikai’s drug dealings to be exposed.” Almost instantly, the beat up man perked up and looked at you with the expression you’ve seen on so many men who’s ever stepped in here before.- one of paralyzing fear, anxiety, and burden of the yakuza’s secrets.

“How... h-how did you know about that?”

“So you can speak.” A bright smile pulled at your lips, almost childlike. Anyone who saw your expression would no doubt think you have a few screw loose in your head. But once you step into this life, everyone’s bound to go crazy at some time, right?

“You’re going to answer my questions first, young man.” You let out a silent chuckle as you made your way towards him. The frightened man looked almost the same as you- 28 years old at most. And yet you were here, calling him ‘young man’ like you’ve seen your father did so many times as a child. Maybe you just got used to it.

“Why did you kill my new recruit?” Inhaling a puff of smoke, you blew the thick and intoxicating smoke right into his bruised face, causing him to gag and choke. Sighing, you extinguished your almost finished cigarette on a fresh cut of his skin, causing the man to scream out in pain.

“Be-because our boss told us to! He said to dispose of any of your men t-that we see. I-I swear, it isn’t my fault!” The man confessed as terror thundered through his entire being.

“Are you responsible for the recent deaths of my men as well?” You asked, your voice dangerously low as your eyes meet his eyes dark with fear. Swallowing hard, all he could manage was a small nod.

“B-but I wasn’t entirely responsible for it! T-there were others as well!” By now, the man was shaking with fear. Everyone in this line of work knew that once you were captured, it was the end. Maybe it was to buy a little more time for himself to stay alive, but what for? He was going to die anyway.

Sighing to yourself, you straightened yourself and made your way towards the exit.

“I’m done here, do whatever you please with that scum, but dispose of the trash properly later on.”

The last thing you heard, were the screams of the man before everything went silent abruptly.

~~~

“What are you going to do now, boss?” Your right hand man asked as he stood in your office, your back towards him.

“Leave.” Was all that came out of your mouth.

“.... Then, if you’ll excuse me.” With a silent bow, your most trusted man exited your office, a soft click indicating that you were finally left alone.

How many times have you wondered how your life would be like if your family wasn’t involved in the yakuza? Hundreds of times. What if your father was still alive? You could be living the life you always have- free from yakuza dealings, free from the dark, grimy world that you live in everyday since you turned twenty. A typical 25 year old adult should be having a normal and stable 9 to 5 job as a source of income- not having to deal with men getting killed almost everyday, gang fights, and illegal dealings. But then again, there was no denying that at times, you felt as if this was the life for you. It might not be so bad after all, right? Compared to going to a 9 to 5 job everyday doing the same thing over and over again, at least this life gave you more excitement, in a way. But at this rate where you don’t have time to breathe before a new problem arises, you might really go crazy one day. But this is the life meant for the child of a yakuza leader- isn’t it? To follow in their parents’ footsteps and bring the organization to greater heights. That was why you were born, isn’t it?

The sudden, shrill whine of the telephone in the cold and dark office made you snap out of your thoughts instantly. Cursing silently under your breath, you picked up the phone, wondering who it could be.

“I heard you caught one of my men.” A dangerous yet soothing voice crackled through the phone.

“Looks like it’s time to pay my respects, isn’t it?” You snickered. Who would have thought the man responsible for all this would show himself this fast?

“Isn’t it, Chisaki Kai?”

#anime #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha overhaul #overhaul x reader #mha #mha imagines #mha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha chisaki #mha chisaki #kai chisaki #overhaul #yakuza #chisaki x reader #overhaul smut

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stariwrites · 3 years

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Chasing It Down by Mother Mother always puts me in the mood to write! Especially for Dabi-

maybe that song can give you some ideas too :)

Thank you so much love this helped a lot!!

Character study of Dabi and Shoto

Bnha spoilers, canon divergence

Word count about 2k

content/trigger warnings:mentions of abuse, origin story of Dabi so if you haven't seen it or don't know it this contains spoilers, suicide ideation just to be safe, little bit of angst

Summary: He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to abandon the only person who ever cared about him, but he couldn't do it anymore.

How many times would he have to endure the screams of his brother or his mother's cries? /how long could he stand burning himself alive only for his hero to turn a blind eye.

He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to abandon the only person who ever cared about him, but he couldn't do it anymore.

Maybe that's why he went to that mountain. Maybe that's what possessed him to try Prominence Burn for the first time. He doesn't know if it was to show Endeavor he could be a hero without the man or if it was a way for him to take everything he was feeling out in an explosion.

However, it didn't work. The blue of his flames turned back on him. The forest turned into an explosion of blue. He could only scream with blue eyes filled with fear before tumbling off the cliff towards the water below.

It was cold. That's all he could remember from the plunge. That was the last feeling he ever felt.

Looking in the mirror he could barely see the little boy he used to be, instead all he saw was scars. He let out a sigh before putting on his cloak and walking out of the hideout. He needed to clear his head. After nightmares like that he always needed to be alone.

Well, as alone as he could be, the crushing loneliness had a hold on him. It sunk it's claws into his chest and resided around his heart like a curse. Dabi was sure it would stay with him until he died.

He continued to walk, the black shades obscuring his vision slightly. Around him people were all chatting happily. He tuned them out until he heard a familiar voice. Dabi's posture went rigid as his head snapped towards the sound.

It was his father's precious champion with the man he used to admire. He must've said something to the man because his flames rose in power while his mouth formed into a frown. The doll walked faster than the hero causing a vicious smirk to crawl onto Dabi's face.

He could take advantage of this.

Following Shoto Todoroki proved to be easier than he thought. Especially conisidering what happened to his classmate. The loud kid with explosions, Bakugou was it?

Not that it mattered now because he could finally do what he was craving to do ever since he was younger. He could end Enji's reign of terror once and for all and little Shoto was going to pay for it.

He felt the familiar heat of the blue flames licking at his wrists all he had to do was aim at the hero in training and that would be it. He'd meet his end in the abandoned alleyway and all of it would stop.

Just as he was about to, the teen began to clap his hands. Dabi raised an eyebrow keeping himself hidden. Just what was he doing?

"pspspsp Cat." The boy called out while he crouched to the ground.

A small meow rang out in the empty alley before a relatively large cat crawled out of the darkness. It was a black cat with electric blue eyes. Tentatively, Shoto reached his hand out for the cat to sniff.

Dabi hoped the cat would bite him, but instead it only nudged Shoto's hand. Getting the hint, Shoto began to pet the top of the cat's head.

"I'm sorry it's not much," he said taking off his backpack and zipping it open to reveal two bowls. One for cat food and the other for water Dabi assumed.

He could kill him, he could put a stop to Enji Todoroki's plan right now, but he couldn't. All he could do was observe the movements of Shoto Todoroki as he poured water and cat-food into their respective bowls.

The cat or Cat, as the doll called him began to devour the food like a man starved--which Dabi supposed wasn't too far off considering the fact that the cat was most likely a stray.

"You can pet him you know," Shoto said turning to face Dabi with his usual unreadable expression. "He doesn't bite."

Dabi gritted his teeth. This goddamn idiot, he knew he had been following him the whole time and just let it happen?!

"If you wanted to attack me you would've done it already."

Apparently Dabi said that out loud. Instead of saying something else he held his tongue and took a seat six feet away from the trophy Endeavor had been so obsessed with. He sounded like a worried older brother just then and he hated it.

He was not his brother, he was going to kill Shoto Todoroki no matter what. He shouldn't be here, fraternizing with the enemy in front of a cat the teen named after him. He cringed at that thought alone.

"So," he decided to speak up after a while. "Why Cat?"

Shoto shrugged. "That's what he is."

Dabi wanted to smack him. If this was how Shoto normally was he felt for his classmates. Not that he could talk considering he rarely ever spoke to the other league members with the exception of Twice.

"I never really named anything before," Shoto's voice was so quiet Dabi almost missed it. He turned to the teen only to notice his eyes were trained solely on the cat in front of him.

"So you decided to call him Cat?"

"He responded to it."

Dabi rolled his eyes. This kid.

They sat in silence for what felt like an eternity but was only a couple of minutes. The only sound between them was the cat chewing on the food Shoto bought.

Dabi was about to get up and leave whatever the hell this was when he noticed a bandage on Shoto's right arm. He gestured to it.

"What happened there?"

At the question Shoto was confused before he brought the arm closer to his chest, out of Dabi's view. "I fell," was the only explanation he gave.

Dabi wanted to scream, instead he put his hand in front of the cat's face after he was done eating. Cat purred happily when Dabi began to pet him and crawled into the man's lap.

"He likes you, he's never done that to me before."

"Well maybe if you didn't give him such a stupid name he'd like you more."

Dabi frowned slightly at that. The one thing he had against Shoto and it was a goddamn cat.

"I-" Shoto began before faltering. Taking Dabi's silence for a means to continue he took a deep breath. "I don't want to go back home."

"So don't."

Judging by the way the teen spluttered with wide eyes it was clear he wasn't expecting Dabi to say that. The man couldn't help it, he tossed his head back and cackled except it didn't lack emotion, oh no, it was filled with it. He wiped the blood from his eyes before Shoto noticed.

"You looked like you almost shit yourself. What? Were you expecting some speech about how you shouldn't be selfish and leave your family behind? How it's noble to stay even if you don't want to?"

Shoto's face turned bright pink as he looked away from Dabi. "Something like that," he muttered but Dabi still heard it. He snorted with a shake of his head.

Cat, meanwhile, was still curled in Dabi's lap completely unaffected by how loud his laughter was.

"Kid, I'm gonna be honest with you some families suck total ass. You need to do what you have to do, even if it makes you look like the bad guy."

What was wrong with him?! He shouldn't be giving advice to the person he's going to kill in the end. Hell he shouldn't even be here. If only Shoto knew who he was, if that was the case there would be no way he'd still be sitting here.

Before he could do anything Shoto only mulled his words over.

"Makes you look like the bad guy, huh?" He mused with a hand holding his chin. Dabi rolled his eyes, but it was lighter than the first time. It was almost fond.

He closed that thought as soon as it opened. Nope, there was no way in hell he would be attached to this idiot he unfortunately shared DNA with.

Shoto looked like he was about to ask another question until there was a booming voice that disturbed the quiet.

"SHOOOOTTTTTTTOOOOOOOO!"

Both of them cringed at the voice. Dabi knew he could be loud but this was pushing it.

"Jesus, does he always do that?"

Shoto let out a sigh as he stood up. "Unfortunately." He was about to discard the water from the bowl before Dabi stopped him.

"It's okay," he blurted. "I can clean up," he gestured towards the source of the noise with his head, making sure he didn't jostle Cat too much. "Go before he causes a public disturbance."

He could've swore he heard a small laugh from Shoto as he set the bowl back down onto the floor.

"Thank you." He rushed out zipping his bag up once more. "For the talk, it helped."

Dabi let a real smile slide onto his face. "Sure."

He could hear Shoto's footsteps rush out of the alley before meeting his father with a crisp 'What' that almost made the villain laugh again.

Instead he only shook his head before staring down at Cat. What a stupid name.

"How about Shou?"

The cat only blinked up at Dabi.

"What? I never said I was good with names either."

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inkykeiji · 3 years

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uhm hi,, i wanted to ask how you deal with pressure, stress and lack of inspiration...... i ask because i have to write a history essay and i feel like i spend more time crying than actually writing this... it’s just so hard and the effects suck it looks like shit,, i really appreciate you as a writer and i just you know wanted to ask for help.. i dont know what to do and how to do that and i want to know if you sometimes also feel like this and if you do how you overcome this. i am sorry for this ask and if that makes u uncomfy in any way you dont have to answer it... also happy egg:)

aaah hello sweetpea!! <33 oh no bb okay okay i’m gonna try and help as best i can!! warning: VERY long post beneath the cut!! <33

aaaaaaah bb okay first of all, i’m so sorry you’re feeling this way :( ‘i feel like i spend more time crying than actually writing this’ oh my precious i know this feeling and i have definitely had my fair share of breakdowns over assignments during my time at university!!

it absolutely is so hard to get your work done when you’re feeling so yucky. it turns into a very vicious cycle where you’re upset/anxious because you have no motivation, which in turn makes you upset/anxious with the work, upset/anxious at the fact that you ARE upset/anxious, etc etc etc. it all feeds into each other and makes everything that much more chaotic.

first, let’s calm down, okay?

the first thing i want you to do is take some very big, very deep breaths—even better if you can a very short little video you can follow or try out some of the exercises in articles such as this and this (some of the exercises in those articles overlap but it’ll give you a general idea!!). but if you feel too anxious to even do those, just take some biiiiiig big big deep, breaths for me. if you’re crying, try to calm your sobs through your breathing. this doesn’t have to be for long, i just want you to breathe a little!! just for a minute or two!!

now i want you to remind yourself that it is okay to feel stressed out over this, your feelings are VERY valid and very normal. i also want you to remind yourself that, while your grade may be important to you (mine were very very important and special to me!!) it still does not dictate your worth or your intelligence, and it is not a life or death situation. i’m not sure if this applies to you as well, but i personally have an issue with ‘catastrophizing’ when stuff like this happens to me, so it always helps just to keep these things in mind. if you do bad, it isn’t the end of the world, i absolutely promise you. it may feel like it’s a massive deal right now, but in the grand scheme of your life this is just a lil history paper!! just a tiny little blip in the masterpiece of your life!! it’s okay if you don’t do as well as you hoped; you are trying and that is the most important thing. you are doing your best under these current circumstances, and this will serve as a learning experience either way!!

now, let’s figure out a strategy to get it done!!

as for how i dealt with this in uni, i liked to (and still do, with big tasks!!) break everything down into easier-to-manage pieces. if you haven’t, make a bare bones outline for your essay; just your paragraphs and general arguments for each; nothing crazy or extensive. if you’ve already done this, do it again; write it out physically on one piece of paper so you can see/’visualize’ the entire thing from a birds eye POV. don’t worry about it being shit, just organize the general structure of your outline at this stage. push through those thoughts that are telling you it isn’t good!!!

for me, i usually break this outline into pieces after i’ve made it. we’ll use the example of an essay since that’s what you’re dealing with right now. having outlines for everything is what works the best for me, so i would take each body paragraph and break it down into my main arguments and evidence supporting them. so for example (and don’t laugh at my hypothetical essay here hehehe):

thesis: dabi and tomura are the best bnha characters because x, y, z.

paragraph one:

✰ ARGUMENT: dabi is the best bnha character

✰ EVIDENCE: x, y, and z

paragraph two:

✰ ARGUMENT: tomura is the best bnha villain

✰ EVIDENCE: x, y, and z

and so on. i don’t know how much time you have left until the essay is due, but if you’re really in crunch mode only spend an hour or so on this. for me, making these little outlines of the entire essay/piece and then of each paragraph itself helped me feel a lot more organized and in control, and it also enabled me to see how much i had left to do. i like to physically write these out, because for whatever reason i find it easier to comprehend if its on a sheet of paper/in a notebook.

the other thing i do is TAKE BREAKS. even if i was pulling an all-nighter to get an essay done, i would still promise myself a 10-15 minute break after completing a paragraph or two. it helped me stay motivated, knowing that i’d get to eat a quick snack, or watch a quick video (or fan edits!!) or listen to a song or two just to relax for a moment before diving back in. try and stay AWAY from social media during these breaks unless you have very good self-discipline. i had to be very strict with myself, though: any time i would start to tear up, or get distracted, or get caught up in my thoughts, i’d sternly tell myself that i can stress about it later/this time right now is dedicated to my essay and essay ONLY, so i must use all of my focus and brainpower on my essay until the next paragraph is done. does that make sense??? it requires a certain level of self-discipline, but you CAN develop this, and the best way to develop it is through practice!!

if you aren’t pulling an all-nighter (finger’s crossed that you aren’t!!) your breaks can be even longer. sometimes, though, we even get in the flow and *in the zone* once we begin writing, and sometimes you don’t even want/need those breaks because your brain is flowing well, and then you can just power through it until you DO need a break. it all heavily depends on your situation!! make these decisions at your own discretion <3 whatever works for you, works for you!

motivation for work you really, really don’t want to do, or work that makes you extremely anxious, can be very hard to find, but i promise you that you are very capable!! dig deep inside of yourself and find the strength to push through it, because you CAN. it IS possible!! you will get this essay done, and then it’ll be over and you can move on with your life!!

there is absolutely no reason to apologize bb don’t even worry about it <33 happy egg my sweet anon!!! i hope this helps you out at least a little <3 these are just the strategies that work for me personally—everyone is different especially when it comes to work flow, but i hope these provide you with at least some guidance <3 either way please know that you are absolutely not alone in this feeling; everyone i know has experienced a similar situation in college/university. school can be so fucking stressful it’s ridiculous. keep in mind that this essay does not in any way define you or your worth, and that you CAN do it <3 i believe in you and i am cheering you on!! HAPPY EGG BABIE!!!!

#AH I TRIED TO ANSWER THIS AS FAST AS I COULD #I HOPE YOU SEE IT #SORRY IT'S SO LONG #BUT I TRULY HOPE IT HELPS #IM SENDING YOU SOOOO MUCH LOVE AND STRENGTH SWEETPEA #YOU'VE GOT THIS I PROMISE YOU <33333 #you can do it!!!!! you will do it!!!!#kick that essay in the ass and then you can move on with your life!!!#it's okay! you're okay! you are going to be okay!#i love u <333 #sweet anon 🥺#clari gets mail

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ignitification · 3 years

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Hi so I like your BNHA metas and your take on the villains’ redemptions. The only thing I disagree with is you thinking Shigaraki will die.

Okay so yes I am hoping hard that he doesn’t die, but that’s not the only reason I say this. I wholeheartedly believe that Shigaraki will survive his redemption.

The number one reason is: this is a story about how Deku becomes the greatest hero who ever lived. We already know Deku is going to be the greatest hero ever-the question is how? Well, if Shigaraki dies, Deku has not accomplished anything that past heroes haven’t. Deku can’t the greatest hero who ever lived if he can’t save his very obvious parallel/counterpart. Just like Shoto is going to save Touya, and Ochaco probably will save Toga, Deku has to save Shigaraki. If he doesn’t, then he isn’t the greatest hero who ever lived, he’s a great hero—but he’s no different than All Might, who failed to save Shigaraki the first time. I believe this story is going to show us how Deku and his classmates (mostly Shoto Bakugo and Ochaco) are going to raise the standard for heroes, show us what true heroes are, and show how Deku and Shigaraki are going to put an end to the long battle between AFO and OFA—together. The set up for Shigaraki to play a huge part on defeating AFO is very obviously there, and we already know that OFA was created to defeat AFO-so there’s those two major set ups.

The number two reason: time and time again throughout the story the students have shown that you aren’t saved if you’re dead. Ending wanted to die, but during their fight Bakugo stated that that wasn’t going to happen. So what does this tell us? BNHA’s definition of saving includes being physically saved. And Nana’s definition in All Might’s flashback during his fight with AFO shows that hers and his definition of saving is saving the heart and body. Also, Shigaraki being Nana’s grandson is a huge part in his survival. Nana’s son already died prematurely, why should her grandson? It just seems like cheap writing.

Number three: BNHA is happy and hopeful and optimistic, and the heroes have hardly failed at anything throughout the story. Deku saying he wants to save Shigaraki, that was such a HUGE moment in the story. It would be dumb and wasteful for Horikoshi to just throw that obviously important moment away by killing Shigaraki off.

ANYWAY I like your metas and your blog, but I really hope you might have more faith in Shigaraki’s survival! I didn’t even dive into all my reasons for believing wholeheartedly he’ll survive, this is just the tip of the iceberg.

HI! Thank you so much for taking your time to read and like everything I posted, makes me extremely happy!

However, onto the content of the post, while I do agree to some degree with what you said - I am also very skeptical of it. You set very good reasons for Shigaraki's survival, that is for sure! But it might be just my perspective, and sixth sense, that screams at me hard that exactly because of the reasons you pointed out, Shigaraki is likely to die.

I’ll explain myself a bit better illustrating what I mean.

First things first, we have the whole narrative around Shigaraki. Or rather, Shimura Tenko. He is an extremely sad child who likes playing hero in secret. His father does not want to acknowledge his son’s ambition and his mother does nothing that might help him in the long run. However, this refusal to being accepted, as a child, as a future potential hero and a little kid who wants nothing more than his parents finally noticing that he is there, gnaws at him so hard that he starts scratching all over. And it fuels up his internal scratch, and by the time that peace breaks out, he killed his entire family and finally does not hate being himself anymore. Only that, this feeling lasts about an instant, and then Tenko is back again being an unhappy child with a scratch, painful memories and a quirk which he does not know at what degree can be harmful. Then, we are catapulted in his 20s, where Shigaraki looks pale, sick, consumed and frail at best, and decayed at the worst. He loses Kurogiri. He fails in his plans again and again. His body has exhausted itself beyond recognition, and he is being tested on by a mad scientist, while the person he thought was the closest thing to his father figure is actually using him.

Shigaraki, at its core, is a lost character, trialing and making error after error to understand what goddamn he wants and what is feeling day after day. What does he wake up for?

I hate saying this because Shigaraki is genuinely the first character I liked in BNHA, but he looks tired. He looks like he needs some rest. He looks like he needs a hug from his grandmother and her saying to him that he is not alone, and that it is okay for him to let go.

I know this sound like sad words, which not even be true, but Shigaraki has been thrown to hell and back in these years and months and whatever he wants now is gone. He has nothing left but AfO’s will and the pure feeling of wanting to see everything decay. I believe that everything hurts him. Shigaraki has no tough skin, he is a bared soul to the world who has wronged him in so many ways, and once he gets his revenge nothing will be left anymore. Not in him, not for him. Because when he said he won’t forgive anyone, he meant it.

My fear, however, stems mostly from the fact that AfO has gained control of Shigaraki’s consciousness. Not in all moments, but likely a lot of the time - which confirms my theory that Shigaraki is exhausted (going through the motions of whatever the doctor put him in) but still he is not ready yet to be the weapon AfO intended him to be. Which is why, as well, when AfO’s objective to gain Shigaraki’s body has been only partially succeeded, my alarms started blaring off. If, by chance, AfO does get Tomura under his total control, Shigaraki is as good as dead. It would be amazing, however, if the set up of him rebelling against AfO and making allies with Izuku into defeating him would come through. Point is: how is that going to happen?

Which brings me to a further point I want to address: I want to have hope in Deku and Shigaraki himself, but as I said, I really do not see it happening. It would be utterly unrealistic and would bring a lot of misunderstanding even if the story is set up for exactly that. I think that Deku, nonetheless, will try to save him, like he always does. Izuku is precious and yes, he would sacrifice himself every damn time again if that would bring everyone to safety.

Another thing which I wanted to address (I am trying to keep it short) is how you made parallels between Shouto-Touya, Deku-Shigaraki and Ochako-Toga. I am genuinely kind of unhappy on the writing of the women of BNHA. Maybe it is just me, but I do find most of them to be bland and with no appeal (which is no surprise, as the only interesting female character so far has been Rei for me). Ochako in particular, is very much the epitome of ‘Wanted to do loads - Accomplishment still in progress’ which relegates her to a very grey zone in my opinion, to the point that she seems instrumental to only express her gratitude and love for Deku by trying to get better, in which she mimics Toga (funnily enough). On the contrary, I dislike Toga. I really do not like her character, but I appreciate her behaviour toward the other League members and Twice in particular. Which is why, I am hoping that the two get a development soon (is Uraraka the traitor after all?). So as far as it regards them both, I hope this dichotomy between the two of them gets further explained and explored and that in the end we can really see Ochako evolving and Toga accepting herself as she is, instead of running toward fruitless horizons.

Last things last, I do not agree with the fact that if Deku fails to save Shigaraki he will not become the Greatest Hero. Why? Simply because Deku’s accomplishments so far already put him in another league to everyone else, and I genuinely do not think that only because he fails to save him, he will lose his spot. However, I do agree that this is maybe the strongest argument toward Shigaraki not dying (surprisingly), because after all, this is still a shounen and the redemption theme is very strong so it might be that Shigaraki’s death might not be in character with all that has been planned so far.

I am sorry if this post is a bit sad and/or confused. I just want everyone to survive and be happy, I just know that it’s not realistically possible. But thanks for not agreeing with me on this. I hope we can both hope for better days this way.

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makeste · 4 years

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BnHA Chapter 264: You Either Die a Hero...

Previously on BnHA: The kids of 1-A sat around waiting for something exciting to happen, and then it did happen, and they were all “!!” Over on the front lines, the heroes charged the Ol’ Villain Hotel with poor Kaminari crying the entire time, but we’ll excuse him since he is only in the second grade. Tokoyami gave him some gentle encouragement by reminding him of how hard he can slappa da bass, while Midnight told him to think of his one true love in order to find his inner courage, so he immediately thought of Jirou and everyone was like WHOA DID THEY REALLY JUST, and yeah, they kind of did? Anyway so Cementoss ripped the building open and Kaminari got all Thor on us and started battling this other electric guy, and then we cut to Hawks and Twice, who were having a friendly conversation similar to the friendly conversation Hawks had with Best Jeanist on the very same day that Jeanist abruptly went missing and was never heard from again! Hey, wait a second. You guys don’t suppose...??

Today on BnHA: Re-Destro gathers in the basement with all his followers and they’re all like “Re-Destro!!” and he’s all “what??” and they’re all “the heroes are attacking!!” and he’s all “:) :) :) the fuck??!” Outside, the heroes continue to wreak havoc, and between Edgeshot, Midnight, Honenuki and Toadette, I’m pretty sure they have actually killed some of these guys. But that’s silly though because heroes would never actually kill someone. Speaking of heroes not killing someone, back in the hotel, Hawks is all “(Ò‸Ó)” and Twice is all “(இ‸இ)” and then Hawks is all “I’m gonna arrest you but I’ll help you get through this and get back on your feet again afterwards because you’re a good person” and Twice is all “WHAT THE FUCK NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN” and does the whole Sad Man Parade thing. And Hawks is all “I don’t want to fight you!” and Twice is all “TOO BAD” and meanwhile Dabi is running up the stairs all “time to start some shit” and then the chapter ends. So while I’m relieved on behalf of Hawks’s soul, I can’t help but be a little concerned on behalf of his, uh, life. Shit.

okay, so! I finally have time to read this damn thing. but before I start, a couple of holdover thoughts from the prior chapter!

firstly, I want to go on the record now and say that I’ve decided once again that Hawks, in spite of all appearances, is not a murderer. you hear that Hawks. I’m putting my neck on the line for you. gonna look like a real stooge if you go and murder Twice before going on to fight Dabi to the death while we cut to Noumu!Jeanist taunting Bakugou

but in all seriousness, I just can’t reconcile it with what we know of Hawks’s character. his behavior during the fight against Hood almost got him exposed because he couldn’t bear to let anyone get hurt or to let Endeavor get killed. I know the HPSC got their claws in him at a young age, but in spite of that I don’t think he’s harboring a dark side. to me he always just comes off as tired and struggling to do the right thing even though he never asked to be put into this kind of position. he’s smart enough to understand the whole “needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few” thing, but he’s also young enough to still hold to a certain idealism, and juuust cocky enough to have faith in his own cleverness and convince himself that he can somehow achieve this mission without sacrificing anyone else’s life

so in short, I don’t buy the dark!Hawks theories. I just can’t. but I guess we’re about to see! and my guess is that Horikoshi will probably have Dabi interrupt before Hawks can reveal his hand either way, because Horikoshi is just like that. what a troll

(ETA: I forgot that sometimes Horikoshi also likes to troll by giving you exactly what you want but in the most painful way possible. shit.)

now, moving on, the other thing I wanted to quickly address is Viz’s translation of this very important line from last week! so as a reminder, here is readheroaca’s version

and here is Caleb’s

I’m actually really glad I’ve been reading the fan translations first, because it made me more aware of the potential nuances in this scene. so is KamiJirou actually being confirmed here, or not?? and I spent 20 whole minutes digging into this more the other day because I have no life, so here are my findings!

first, here is the actual Japanese panel

and while I don’t speak Japanese, I can read hiragana well enough that I was able to plug it into a couple of translators to basically figure out what was being said. so here’s the full dialogue:

どこかの誰かじゃ

難しいなら --

今一番大事なものを

心に据えな

so the part in bold there is the line in question -- 大事なもの (daijina mono). “daiji” means “precious” or “important”, but the thing is, “mono” for whatever reason is written in hiragana and not kanji. and the word mono (which can be singular or plural btw) can hilariously mean either of the following depending on the kanji used:

lmao. so basically the bottom line is that from what I can see here, Horikoshi purposely didn’t specify! now I could be completely wrong; maybe this is a common enough expression that Caleb felt comfortable deciding that he meant “person.” or maybe he just guessed based on the context. or maybe he just said “fuck it, you only live once” and just went there because why the heck not

anyway, so that was fun, and for me it reinforced the fact that I really do prefer to have at least two different translations to compare in order to get the most complete picture of what exactly is going on here in this stupid manga that I obsess over week after week! so now let’s finally get to reading this thing

oh my

I have so many thoughts whirling around in my head right now, such as “oh my god look at all these secret entrances/exits the villains apparently had” and “wow the heroes are so thorough” and such, but ngl, right now the biggest one is “why are they all entering so slowly??” seriously though. let’s just gradually meander on in single-file. no rush. meanwhile 800m northwest and 1 km east, Cementoss is literally tearing the building in half and the other heroes are charging full speed all “ARGGHHHHH.” and over in Jakku, Miruko kicked a door open so hard it killed a guy. but we’ve all got our own styles I guess??

at least this one guy 800m north of the hideout is doing some doorbusting. sheesh. be more exciting please

oh hey it’s this place

behold. the great realm and dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf. well there’s an eye-opener and no mistake

LMAO THESE GUYS DON’T KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING YET OMG

oh my god. first of all wtf is that shirt. and second of all oh my fucking god, let me just shut up and read this is amazing

SDKLFJLSJK

LMAO

oh man. Re-Destro is one of the few characters whom I really want to see die. come on Horikoshi. don’t be a fucking coward. he’s had it coming ever since he killed that little mouse. and let’s not forget Giran. JUSTICE FOR GIRAN

oh we’re actually cutting back to this fight!

I wasn’t sure if we would! shounen authors have this habit of showing the start of a really cool battle only to then cut away to a bunch of other stuff and leave us hanging for a dozen chapters, so yeah. of course, that may still happen. I’m just lucky that I’m invested in virtually every single thing that’s going on right now, so it’s a win-win for me no matter where we cut to next

(ETA: lmao there really wasn’t much more to this fight to speak of. but what do you want to bet Horikoshi will try to pull this shit with Dabi and Hawks next week though.)

holy shit

this looks like when I attempt to build a gingerbread house. that’s uncanny

lmao Kami

YOU’RE DOING GREAT BUDDY. KEEP IT UP CHAMP

(ETA: Kaminari’s ridiculous smiling face is the balm we all need in these troubled times. tempted to ask him if he wouldn’t mind heading up to that telenovela happening over in Twice’s room and telling them all to lighten the fuck up.)

Lefty is all “does he have an absorption quirk?” because apparently he’s one of the two people that never watched the U.A. Sports Festival? how does anyone in this day and age manage to come across one of the 1-A kids and not know what their quirks are. and you’re a fucking general or whatever too, aren’t you? god you suck

so now he’s all “I BET YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO HANDLE... A FEW MILLION VOLTS” jesus christ. I bet you he can! but still, that’s awfully murdery of you. and to think, he’s on your side!! Kaminari are you really sure you want these guys as your friends

YOOOOOOO FUCKING KAKASHI ALL UP IN HERE DOING HIS HUMAN YONDU ARROW THING WHAAAAT

straight up prepared to be massively disappointed in Viz when they inevitably translate the “Ninpo” part instead of leaving it alone and letting everyone bask in these sentimental Naruto vibes. and also ngl I prefer for Edge’s lines to be as close to the original as possible so I can better imagine them in my head. stupid sexy Edgeshot

holy shit “I’ve pierced a small hole in each of your lungs” !!? WELL ALL RIGHT THEN, YOU SADISTIC WARRIOR OF THE NIGHT. YOU HEARD HIM BOYS. I’M SORRY, BUT HE’S ALL OUT OF FUCKS TODAY

OH HEY Y’ALL, MIDNIGHT HEARD YOU WERE KICKING ASS AND DECIDED TO JOIN IN, HOPE THAT’S ALL RIGHT

and if it’s not all right, well. tough

can you imagine. you’re just a simple villain, chilling out in your Hilton Garden Inn HQ and minding your own business when all of a sudden the walls come to life and some fucking shinobu busts a small hole in your lungs, and then you just fall asleep. sometimes life comes at you hard

now Kamui Woods is doing his whole Lacquered Chain Prison thing, but we’ve already seen that one so I’m not gonna bother showing it! tough break Kamui!!

OH MY GOD IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS

HALF OF THESE PEOPLE ARE ALREADY UNCONSCIOUS WITH HOLES IN THEIR LUNGS, SO SURE, HONENUKI, LET’S GO AHEAD AND FUCKING DROWN THEM TOO LMAO

LOOOOOOL OH CHRIST

CLASS 1-B WITH NO REGARD FOR HUMAN LIFE!!!

LMAO AND NOW SHE’S STANDING WITH HER ARMS UP OVER HER HEAD ALL SMILING LIKE ERI AT THE FUCKING CONCERT. A COLD GOD IN AN UNCARING UNIVERSE. WHAT THE FUCK

oh shit everybody shut up we’re cutting back to Hawks!!

but you pulled it off because you’re so damn smart. so now let’s stand around and explain your plan to everyone. what the fuck, Hawks

(ETA: and the thing is, now I’m thinking that by “incredibly difficult” he doesn’t mean that it was the cipher part that was difficult lol. that part was child’s play. any simpleton could do that. no, the difficult part was betraying his new friend. anyway so how’s everyone doing? what a fun chapter!!)

hey everyone I still have unwavering faith that this man is not a killer just FYI

what does that say about me I wonder. let’s just completely ignore everything being presented on screen here. also what the heck happened to all this furniture? did he upend the entire room with his crazy feather attack, or is that damage from Cementoss’s shenanigans?

HAHA!! FUCK YEAH

I KNEW YOU WEREN’T A KILLER YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!!

fuck yeah. of course, I realize that by betraying Twice so harshly like this, Hawks has still found himself on lots of people’s shitlists. but I would just like to put out a friendly reminder that Twice, despite being the nicest and most loyal guy you will ever meet, is still a terrorist who was going to kill a lot of people because he’s friends with a guy who wants to destroy the entire world. so basically there’s just no clean way out of this and it’s all very tragic

but anyway if it’s any consolation, I fully expect Dabi to turn up in the very next panel and be all “BLARGH! IT’S ME!” before we commence with the single sexiest battle in this manga to date

lmao Horikoshi. “but before we get to the sexy battle let me just twist that knife up in there real good!” jesus

friendly reminder that despite all appearances, Hawks is still objectively the good guy in this scenario. anyways for real, how are we all doing this afternoon. how many death threats has my bird son gotten today. I’m afraid to check. poor Twice is so trusting and I really hate to see him cry like this, poor baby. but I’m sure it’s also tearing Hawks up inside as well but we’re just not seeing it

and here we have Hawks, about to unleash his Mangekyou Sharingan

“are you sure you don’t think this sinister maniac looming in the shadows with the deranged look in his eyes is a ruthless killer, makeste?? are you really sure?” Horikoshi asks while pouring every last inch of malice he can into a single chilling panel

and yes, you bastard. I am sure. fuck you, how long are you going to make me sit here looking like a complete ass. look, we get it!! either way, Hawks is clearly a compelling actor! but the question is, which one is really the false face? is it the smiling, easygoing Hawks who always seems to have a faint hint of sadness in his eyes? or is it this menacing figure stripped of all mercy? is it really so crazy to go ahead and say that it’s the latter? huh?? [pokes Horikoshi in the chest] huh?????

anyway so Twice seems to slowly be progressing his way from despair to anger, which is probably not good. heh. fuck

maybe I was wrong about Dabi showing up and saving Twice, maybe his arrival will actually save Hawks instead lmao

anyway Hawks is still being all cold and creepy, and he’s all “you have my thanks.” and Twice is still crying, so maybe he’s still more sad than angry. well this is starting to drag out now though so if a certain spicy flame boi wants to make his grand entrance now, he’s welcome to do so anytime

oh shit Hawks is throwing me a bone!!! yessssss

YOU SEE!! THE SAD LOOK. HE DOESN’T WANT TO DO THIS. HE’S A GOOD BOY. oh my god I just realized how tense I was. hahaha what is this chapter

FINALLY OMG

NOOOOO I THOUGHT IT WAS DABI SNEAKING UP BEHIND HIM. OH MY GOD I CAN’T. WAS THIS HORROR MOVIE SERIAL KILLER ANGLE REALLY NECESSARY THEN, HORIKOSHI. WHAT THE FUCK

TWICE SHUT UP YOU ARE DIGGING YOUR OWN GRAVE!!!

fuck!!! this is why I was so sure he was going to die! because he won’t go quietly; he’s not the type to ever betray his friends. to him the League are basically the only family he’s ever known, so of course he’s not going to just be all “okay sure I’ll go to prison and let you reform me”

so then what, Hawks?? you didn’t fucking think this through you stupid kind-hearted punk!

sob!!!!

is that one of Hawks’s feathers slicing open the mask. sing it with me guys. to the tune of Jingle Bells: fuck fuck fuck, fuck fuck fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuck

OH MY GOD NOOOOO

I WEIRDLY WANT TO COVER MY EYES LOL OH GOD. I DON’T WANT THIS BUT I CAN’T LOOK AWAY HELPPPPP

FUCK ME, IT’S REALLY HAPPENING. HE COULDN’T BRING HIMSELF TO KILL HIM AND NOW HE’S SCREWED HIMSELF AND EVERYONE ELSE OVER, FUCK

FOR FUCK’S SAKE HAWKS YOU COULD HAVE JUST KNOCKED HIM OUT THEN!! YOU JUST HAD TO GO AND FUCKING TRY TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF. DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED IN DEIKA CITY, HAWKS. DO WE REALLY WANT A REPEAT OF THAT. SURE, WE’VE GOT CLASS 1-B OUT IN THE BACKYARD MORE THAN READY AND WILLING TO KILL ANY NUMBER OF BITCHES BECAUSE THAT’S HOW THEY DO, BUT STILL

oh shit!?!

lol excuse me are you really just going to end it there? fucking seriously. Dabi running up the stairs with the crazy eyes while Hawks regretfully thinks of himself and his side as “hero scum”?? fff

and that last part! holy shit! again, I don’t buy into any of the dark!Hawks theories, and that includes the theory that Hawks will turn on the heroes and end up siding with the villains (because, again, it has nothing to do with him liking the villains, or secretly resenting the HPSC; it’s strictly on account of the whole “the villains want to destroy the entire world” thing. like. unless you think Hawks is cool with all of that of course). so I have to admit this was very startling for me to read

but I do think this is probably just some of the inevitable self-loathing finally spilling over after being forced to play this role and do all these things for the sake of the greater good, rather than him hinting at a desire to turn against the so-called “hero scum.” but still, that’s probably as dark as we’re gonna get from him, and ngl, it’s some heavy stuff

goddammit. feel like we need to cut to some wholesome class 1-A antics or something after all of that. as always, angst is a double-edged sword that I always anticipate and love but am also destroyed by sigh

#bnha 264 #hawks #twice (bnha)#kaminari denki #re-destro #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste spoiler recap #makeste reads bnha #at least next week the anime will finally get to the concert!#I can't wait omg #exactly the type of wholesome antics I was referring to #the manga is so tense right now holy crap #got a feeling we're gonna need this

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myherodreaming · 4 years

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Just a Cup of Tea | Kirishima Eijirou x reader

word count: 2.5k

A/N: as a first fic for my new blog, it has to be my first bnha love :’) This was inspired by the Shie Hassaikai arc in season 4, and as such does have (very) mild spoilers for it!

It happens almost every night. You wake up somewhere around 1 am with your mouth and throat so parched you can’t even swallow. Tonight is no different. With a groan, you rub your bleary eyes and kick a leg over the edge of your bed, then the other. One of these days, you’ll remember to bring a glass of water along with you to your room.

As quietly as possible, you ease your door open and tiptoe down the hallway, toward the common room and kitchen. You’re so focused on getting a glass of water that you don’t notice the shape on the couch until you’re making your way back to your room. As you pass by, the shape moves, and you try your best to muffle your shriek as your precious water sloshes over your hands and onto the floor.

“Woah, you alright?” You recognize the voice right as the face it belongs to moves into the faint light that falls through the window. Kirishima has his hands lifted like he wants to help, but isn’t quite sure how.

“Kirishima-kun!” You breathe out in relief. “You startled me. What - what are you doing here?”

“Ah, sorry.” He reaches for the back of his neck, offering you a half smile as he sinks back down onto the couch. You frown. “I just couldn’t sleep, that’s all. No big deal.” He grins, but you’re not convinced.

You look down at the water remaining in your glass before you sit down on the opposite edge of the couch. It had only been a matter of days since he and Midoriya, Ochako, and Tsu had returned from, well, from whatever they’d been involved in. To be honest, the details are still a bit foggy to you. All you know is that it was big, and he’d been hurt. When you look up, he’s watching you curiously.

“Are you alright?” You finally ask. You aren’t sure where this bravery is coming from. It probably has something to do with how late it is, and how sleepy you are. The logical part of your brain probably isn’t really awake right now.

His mouth opens and closes once before he finally answers you. “I will be. Just need some time to process, y’know?” He shrugs, and there’s that toothy grin again. Somehow, no matter the situation, it seems like he’s always smiling. Something about that fact tugs at your middle.

“Well.” You say slowly. “My friends say I’m a pretty good listener.” You finally let yourself look him fully in the eye. “If you want to talk.”

“Wow, that’s really nice of you.” He shakes his head. “But I’ll be fine, really. I don’t really know if I’m supposed to talk about it, anyway.” He laughs weakly. “Besides, you should get back to bed. Class tomorrow, and all that.”

“You’re probably right.” You say, getting to your feet as you silently kick yourself for even suggesting something so silly in the first place. Why would he want to open up to you, of all people? “Night.” You lift your hand in a slight wave as you turn to head back to your room.

“Sleep well!” He calls out after you in a half-whisper, and you can’t help but smile to yourself.

Back in your room, you find that you aren’t all that tired anymore. The weird crush from the first week of school that you thought you’d gotten over is rearing its head again. Kirishima is such a genuinely nice guy. He might be a little, well, pointy, but he has a nice face and a big smile, and he’s always been kind to you. He’s kind to everyone, though.

In your opinion, someone like him is destined to be the perfect hero. Someone like him doesn’t deserve to have the look you’d seen on his face the moment you turned to go back to your room. You almost get up to go back out there, but the logical side of your brain must have finally woken up, because instead you roll over and finally make a conscious effort to fall back asleep.

***

The next day in class, you tell yourself it’s not weird when Kirishima’s eyes are on you when you walk into the room, and your heart does not leap in your chest when he flashes you a quick smile before turning back to Sero and laughing at whatever he’d just said.

***

That night, like clockwork, you wake up and slap your hand around on your bedside table. No water, again. With a heavy sigh, you shuffle out to the kitchen. The night before is still stuck fresh in your head, so you glance toward the couch on your way, not really expecting him to be there again. This time when he looks up at you, you manage not to make a sound.

“Y/N.” He seems surprised to see you again, so you offer him a small wave.

“Me again.” You chuckle softly. “I was just thirsty.” You point in the direction of the kitchen, and he nods. “Would you, ah, like me to make tea or something?”

“Oh no, no!” He refuses quickly, waving his hands in front of him. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t mind.” You say honestly. “It might help you sleep. I wouldn’t mind a cup myself.” You add. You can tell he’s about to refuse again, but to your surprise, he nods.

“Okay, sure. That would be... nice.” He draws his knees beneath his chin and hugs them to his chest.

“Okay.” You say, still not quite believing he’s agreed as you move around the kitchen, heating the water and finding two mugs. When it’s ready, you carefully balance everything between your two hands, and carefully set the mugs on the table. “Honey?” You ask, lifting up the jar.

“Huh?” His neck snaps in your direction, eyes wide.

“For your tea?” You add quietly, biting down on your lower lip as you try not to smile. There is no way that he just thought you were addressing him by a pet name.

“Oh.” He is suddenly looking anywhere besides your face, but he nods. “Sure, maybe. Just a little.”

When you hand him the mug, you try not to think about the way his fingers brush yours. He lifts it to his lips, and peers at you over the rim, through the steam, before taking a sip.

“Thanks.” He murmurs. “This is good.” You nod, and after that, the two of you fall into a silence that isn’t uncomfortable, and sip your tea. You’ve become so used to it that, when he speaks again, you jump just a little.

“Every time I close my eyes, I just keep wondering what I could have done differently.” You blink, holding the mug closer to your chest as he meets your gaze. After a few moments, he continues. “You know, if there was something I could have done that might have changed things. Helped anyone.” He bites down on his lip and then takes another sip of tea.

“Kirishima...” You say slowly. “It’s not, I mean-”

“I know.” He says. “You don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry I mentioned it. I guess I just... felt like I could talk to you.” He offers a small smile.

“You can!” You say quickly. “Talk to me, I mean. I can’t imagine what that must have been like.” You aren’t sure if you should reach out or touch his shoulder, so you keep both hands wrapped around your mug.

“It was scary.” He admits in a small voice. “Just a little.” He adds quickly, frowning to himself. You can practically hear his inner monologue muttering how unmanly it was to admit that he was even a little bit scared. You give your head a single, small shake. It’s okay.

“But at the same time... I felt like a real hero.” He grins more brightly at you. “Like, that’s the kind of thing the pros deal with all the time. And for me, it’s weird seeing the rest of the world just continue on as normal after something like that, but I suppose they must be used to it after all this time.”

“Maybe not.” You say softly. “Maybe they’re just better at hiding it, or - moving past it.”

He tilts his head in thought, and for a few moments, he’s silent, looking at something far off out the window. Then he looks back at you.

“Yeah. Yeah, maybe.” He agrees, smile growing on his face. “Ah, thank you.” He stands then, carrying his empty mug toward the kitchen. “I think the tea’s working.” He says when you get up and follow, setting your mug in the sink next to his. “You didn’t have to do that.” He adds, again.

“Maybe not.” You say, “But I wanted to, and that’s kind of the same thing.” You pause, realizing that your face is only a few inches away from his. If you’re not mistaken, a slight blush is coloring his cheeks. It’s hard to say for sure, with the pale lighting and the fact that he is, honestly, already mostly red. Your breath catches in your throat, but that quickly he steps backwards and the moment is over. You huff out a breath, and he flashes you a quick, nervous grin.

“Well, goodnight. Sorry to keep you up.” He says, hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Don’t be.” You say softly, offering him a smile of your own before you turn and make your way back to bed. Despite the tea you’d just drank and the warm feeling in your middle, it takes you quite a while to fall asleep.

***

For the next two days, Kirishima is at his work study all day. There’s a small, hollow pit of disappointment in your middle, but you push it aside. You’re glad you could be there for him when he needed someone, you tell yourself. That’s all there is to it. You don’t need it to be anything more - you were honestly just being a good person. You would’ve done the same for anyone.

By the second day, you decide that it’s probably for the best that he isn’t around, because that’s a lot easier than trying to keep yourself from staring at him when he’s in the same room.

***

That evening, you almost miss the note that’s shoved haphazardly against the door knob to your room. You glance around, but there’s no one in sight. Carefully, you unfold it to reveal tall but slightly messy handwriting. If you get thirsty tonight, I’ll be at our spot. At the bottom, there’s a tiny, spiky-haired stick figure. Despite the poor artistic skill, it isn’t hard for you to figure out who it’s meant to be. You stare down at the note for a few moments in disbelief. “Our spot.” You murmur to yourself, trying to keep a dumb smile from your face. No use reading too far into it - he probably just means to thank you for the tea. That’s what gentlemen do, after all.

Still, when you crawl into bed, you know you won’t sleep a wink until 1 am comes around. Instead, you read the short note over and over, studying the slant of the print, the tiny stick figure, and the edge of the paper that looks like it was torn from a notebook, then carefully trimmed. You’re watching the clock when it rolls over from 12:59 to 1:00, and you try not to move too quickly as you kick off the covers and slip out the door.

You try to keep the smile off your face when you spot him on the couch, tapping his fingers absently against his knee and looking down into his lap.

“Kirishima-kun?” You whisper when you’re close enough, and he looks up at you immediately, as though you’d startled him. “Sorry.” You giggle, and he smiles.

“Hi.” He says, and you finally see the two steaming mugs set on the table in front of him. “Do you want some tea?” He asks, and you nod, sinking down next to him. He hands you a mug with a grin, and you draw in the slightly sweet aroma. It’s some good stuff - he must have gotten it from Momo.

“How about some cake?” He continues, and pushes a plate in your direction. You look from the dessert to him, wanting to say something, but no words come to the surface. “I asked Sato to make it.” He continues, running a hand through his hair. “I thought it would go well with tea. Ah, I hope you like strawberry.”

You poke at the single perfect strawberry on top with your fork, and chuckle just a bit in disbelief. “Yes, I do.” You say softly. “But... you really didn’t have to do all this.”

“Maybe not, but I wanted to.” He’s echoing your words from a few nights ago, and you feel your cheeks start to burn. “You’re... really awesome. And I wanted you to know that.” He’s looking at you in complete earnest, and while there’s no smile on his face, the expression is soft.

“I-” You laugh, hoping it will break some of the tension in your middle. “I just made you some tea.” You shrug. Your gaze flickers from his face to the cake in front of you.

“It was a lot more than that.” He says firmly, and then his hand is on top of yours. You don’t pull away - even if you wanted to, you don’t know if you could convince your body to move. His hand is warm and surprisingly soft. “You’re amazing. And if I didn’t think so before, then I definitely do now.”

“Really?” You ask dumbly, searching his face and wondering if, somehow, there’s a joke hidden here that you’re missing.

“I did think so before.” He tacks on hastily. “But now you gave me the courage to do something about it.” His face is close to yours again. A few centimeters more, and your nose could be brushing his. “Um, can I?” He asks softly, and after a few moments of stunned silence you realize exactly what he’s asking.

“Mm-hmm.” You hum breathily with a nod, and that’s all it takes for him to close the remaining gap between you, pressing his lips against yours in a quick, chaste kiss. When he pulls away, there’s already a smile growing on your face. He grins back. There’s a strange newfound courage welling up in you, and it allows you to cup his face with your palm and lean in to kiss him again. It last a little longer this time, and ends when he smiles against your lips.

You are so glad that you never bring a glass of water to bed.

#bnha #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijirou x reader #kirishima eijiro #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader #emmm yeah #feels like tag overkill #but eh #idk what i'm doing lolz

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simple-heroics · 4 years

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Momo Yaoyorozu Fluff Alphabet | Part 2 | Letters M-Z

Guys, I love her so much. This took awhile to finish but here it is! Read Part 1 here.

credit to creator of the fluff alphabet prompt list here

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

In a word…yes.

However, Momo never dreamed of marriage as a little girl nor did she ever feel like she needed marriage - or any relationship - to be happy. She has her family, friends, a fulfilling career, tea, and other passions (i.e advocacy, fundraising, etc.) to keep her busy.

Momo doesn’t date to get married or because she’s lonely or needs another person to feel complete. She dates you because she loves you. She marries you because she wants to spend the rest of her life with you. (Oh, and the legal benefits. One of which is that threats against spouses of various federal employees is a federal crime. Including pro heroes. Don’t fuck with Creati’s baby :) :) She will use every possible way to ruin a person’s life forever if they come after you.)

Basically, YOU make HER want to get married. And you bet your ass she’s gonna put a ring on that.

Forget about “stimulating the economy” and that trickle down economics bull shit. Momo is making your ring - a symbol of YOUR LOVE - herself, and only the best of the best for you. She spends hours researching designs, meanings of various gemstones, the durability of metals. All the “samples” she makes are a small fortune in and of herself.

When she proposes, Momo takes you to a botanical garden - the same one you both went to on one of your first dates. Literally rents the entire place out. While you walk around, you start to get nostalgic just as she hoped and reminisce.

Holding your hands, Momo talks about the first time she saw you, her favorite memories, how you’ve made her so happy. She tells you how you’ve changed her and helped her grow as a person, how everyday has been such a blessing.

Then she makes the ring, right then and there, for you. Softly, reverently, she asks, “Can we spend the rest of our days together like this?”

Marriage actually makes Momo much more comfortable with PDA. Whereas before she would only go as far holding your hand, now she presses loving kisses to your face and strokes your hair and is in general at least 20% more touchy. Marriage gives her a sense of security and - in a weird way - “propriety”. It’s one thing to lovey dovey with a datemate in public; it’s another to be affectionate with one’s spouse.

Oh, yeah. She loves the sound of it. Whenever your name comes up, it’s always “my spouse, y/n” or “y/n, my spouse”. It just makes her so giddy to say.

The feeling’s mutual of course. Anytime Creati is on TV, kicking ass or looking so pristine in an interview, you’re like:

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Momo is full of sweet, doting nicknames: darling, my love, dear, dearest, beloved. These are usually accompanied by a kiss on your hand or temple.

All in private, though. You’d have to take her by surprise with a sudden visit to the office or it’d have to be an intensely emotional situation for Momo to call you those sweet names in public.

But Momo doesn’t need to call you a pet name in public for people to know who you are to her. Just the soft, almost reverent way she says your name - practically cooing it - says it all. Everyone knows that you’re her darling even if she doesn’t outright call you it in public.

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Okay, so this is gonna be a little contradictory but…I see Momo as being both the most relaxed she’s ever been in her life and more focused than she’s ever been before.

You teach her that it’s okay to be herself and not this image of her “best self” she always has in her head. You make her feel safe enough to be let go of her perfectionism and accept her enough that she gradually drops one insecurity after another. She can be messy around you. She can be loud or quiet or giggly or grouchy or literally anything else. She’s just Momo with you.

Finally with some kind of outlet, the explicit permission to be free, it’s like watching an entire lifetime of tension slip away.

But….because you make her feel this, so happy and light and free, Momo is overwhelmed with gratitude and love that it kind of kicks itself in reverse. She has to be absolutely perfect for you.

And it can become a cycle. Not a great one, either. So please keep in check with each other and help balance yourselves out. Please. She just wants to make you the happiest person on earth which - in her view - is hard because you already do that for her.

Like I briefly touched on above and will even more so below, it’s Very Clear that Momo Yaoyorozu is in love. People who have known her for years have never seen her happier nor have her own colleagues ever seen her so…intense.

Because Momo has a very solid, very real reason to make it through missions waiting for her at home. She has a precious person to make the world a safer place for now. She was absolutely dedicated before but now? Now it’s personal.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Given Momo’s upbringing, the answer to most of these is no. Definitely not. Not only is Momo shy about PDA but she was taught that doing so is disrespectful to people around you and even your significant other. Japanese etiquette only affirms this. The most you can expect from your girl is holding hands or linking arms while you walk around.

That doesn’t mean Momo stops touching you in public. In fact, sometimes it’s like she can’t keep her hands off you but her affection is expressed in small, subtle touches disguised as helpful gestures.

Tucking your hair behind your ear, straightening your collar, dabbing the corner of your mouth, brushing imaginary lint off your shoulder.

As for bragging…Momo doesn’t necessarily “brag” about you. But she does talk about you. A lot.

Out with a friend? “S/o said hi!” Doing paperwork? “S/o got me this pen.” Eating dinner with a colleague? “I should bring s/o here.”

Momo absolutely adores you. Even though she doesn’t go shouting this to the word, it shines in the little things.

The biggest giveaway? The way she looks at you with those bright, shining gray eyes.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship. I just love this prompt for BNHA imagines.

Momo has a lot of secret talents that you’re always discovering at random. Her parents put a lot of thought and care into their only daughter’s upbringing, especially her education, and it shows. Your favorite so far?

Her dancing.

And it’s not like Ashido’s dancing or really many people your age. I am talking classical ballroom, mostly for the sake of those fancy banquets and soirees that the Yaoyorozus often attended. Momo knows how to elegantly through a ballroom as well as she does in the field.

But that’s not what you’re interested in. It’s the quiet, private part of your lives where’s it’s just the two of you in your home. No one else, no demanding tasks, no where to be. Just you and some lo-fi music.

Momo will gently take you in her arms and sway you around the room. And this is where you see her at her most relax, taking one of those skills hammered into her from a young age and just…letting go of all the rules. She makes it her own and just moves fluidly to the music, taking her with you.

Catch me when I swoon.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Extremely romantic! Didn’t I tell you that she’s doting? And affectionate? And absolutely mesmerized by you?

And looord, does she know how to treat you.

As she grew up without want for any tangible object in the world, Momo is not a gift giver. Love, to her, is expressed in the time you spend with a person. This leads to fun weekend trips, surprise visits on lunch breaks, concerts, you name it.

Momo always finds a way of incorporating a little personal touch into the most cliché of clichés and making them entirely your own thing.

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

You have been nothing but supportive of her pro hero career - one that demands so much from Momo and by extension your relationship with her. And Momo is READY to support you in any way she can.

This girl legit researches and creates an entire long term plan on how you can achieve your goal, whatever it may be. School-related? Hello, Momo-sensei. Fitness goal? She goes to the gym and exercise with you, encouraging you the entire way. Artistic goal? Oh, what a coincidence. That random gallery owner happens to be a friend of her mother’s!

You maaaay have to pace her a little bit. She believes in you wholeheartedly but needs to be reminded that they’re your goals and you’re the one working towards them. Not necessarily you and your enthusiastic girlfriend.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Momo has a high risk job where people’s very lives are at stake. For god’s sake, she was thrown headfirst into danger in her first two weeks of high school with USJ incident and it’s just been one thing after another ever since.

Give her a routine. Give her that calming domestic bliss.

Seriously. It’s crucial for your relationship and Momo’s own mental health that she has some sort of routine with you. Routine is comforting; routine provides a sense of security and safety. For that, Momo sets some serious boundaries between her personal life - with you specifically - and work.

You won’t be going on skydiving dates or anything with Momo. But you will wish each other good night every night, whether you’re in each other’s arms in bed or phone when she’s away or even just text if she’s on a stakeout. It’s these little, consistent things that make your relationships so strong.

Understanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Part of the way Momo shows her love is learning you and everything about you. She’s spent hours dedicated to studying and now she studies you. It’s likely that she knows you better than you know yourself.

She knows everything about you: your favorite food, your hobbies, your goals, where you were born, who your best friend in high school was, everything.

She collects every piece of information about you, always listening and observing, and holds it close to her heart.

That said…and don’t hate me for this…but Momo isn’t the most empathetic person. Of course she’s kind and caring and an overall lovely person. But she is a person who follows things by steps, who uses logical thinking to predict people. Sometimes she gets so wrapped up in her line of thinking that she…misses out on the emotional side.

You’re probably the more empathetic person in this relationship, trusting your instincts and just letting yourself feel out situations while Momo tries to think her way through them. Both have their pros and cons, and it honestly teaches each of you a lot about each other.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Momo’s a busy woman. If she takes the time and energy to not only enter but maintain a relationship with you, you mean the absolute world to her.

And she reminds you of that every. single. day.

However…Momo is a selfless person. She gives a lot in the relationship and to you but to her, it’s not a necessity (close, though) but an indulgence. She sees herself as selfish for keeping you in her life, ever aware of the dangers of dating a high-ranking pro hero. She sometimes thinks of herself as selfish by staying with you, loving you, as she does.

Her worst fear is that you’ll suffer for her “selfishness” or be used against her in some way. Or worse still…that she’ll be forced into a situation where she’ll have to choose between you and her duty as a hero, between saving you or the public.

Even Momo doesn’t know which she would choose. She prays she’s never, ever put in the situation where she would have to make such a terrible choice.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

You know that one cool couple who is always hosting fun get-togethers with friends? Like, there are all of these monthly hang outs and yearly traditions that literally everyone in the squad looks forward to every year?

That’s you guys.

Momo LOVES playing hostess and you know how to have fun. Seriously, you’ve expanded Momo’s world beyond posh banquets and afternoon tea and she adores you for it. You host regular hot pots. Movie nights. Brunches. Beach days. White elephant parties. Every year there’s a cake baking competition with a golden whisk as the prize along with a full 365 days of bragging rights. (Bakugo, who didn’t even want to come, won it last year and will die before giving it up. Nobody cares who wins the golden whisk next year as long as it’s not that gremlin.)

Y’all know how to throw a party.

Probably of one the best things about this relationship is that you’re not in a “couple only” bubble. You cherish your other relationships, and it shows in how you often include others in your lives. :)

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Doting. Doting is the exact word that comes to mind when I think of Momo and affection. Almost immediately after meeting you, Momo was just so achingly fond of you and those feelings simmered for loooong while before the confession finally happened.

Now she just can’t help herself.

If she’s not playing with your hair, she kissing your fingers. If she’s not doing that, she’s hugging you. If it isn’t a hug, it’s a full on cuddle session where she kisses your face and holds your hand and murmurs sweet affections and -

Yeah. Momo restrains herself in public to subtle, sweet gestures but once your alone? She makes up for lost time.

Her favorite is leaving soft, delicate kisses on your temple after tucking your hair behind your ear and whispering how much she adores you.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Momo keeps incredibly focused and on task at work. But as soon as it gets quiet and she’s alone…she yearns. She pines. She sighs. And she video chats you.

She does a very good job of staying in touch and communicating when you’re separated for any reason. Like I mentioned above, Momo always wishes you good night. And good morning. No matter what.

Please send Momo encouraging texts throughout her long, hard day. Please send her cute pictures. Please tell her love just because and tell her you can’t wait to see her again. It’s those little things that get her through missing you.

On a more angsty note…Momo worries about you. A lot. She has actual nightmares about something bad happening to you - being held hostage for ransom, a villain looking to get revenge against Creati, you getting caught up in a random public attack and her being unable to save you. These nightmares are at their worst when she’s away from you. The longer the separation, the more vivid and terrible they are. There have been times that she’s called you in the middle of the night just to hear your voice - the only thing that can calm her pounding heart and soothe her enough to go back to sleep.

So while she keeps in close constant because she does miss you a lot, Momo also does so to give herself some peace of mind. She needs to know you’re okay.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Y E S. Oh, my god, yes. Momo would do anything for you.

Sometimes, it honestly scares Momo how much she would do for you. She’s always been a dedicated person, a true perfectionist that approaches everything with well thought out strategy. She does things by steps. She’s the woman with a plan.

Then you came along and her whole universe imploded, forming a whole new one in the dust of her past and creating something new and unfamiliar and beautiful and terrifying.

So much so that even Momo doesn’t know her own limits anymore - not when it comes to you. She had lines before, boundaries, places she would not go. But with you? God only knows what she wouldn’t do for you.

Momo doesn’t like to linger too long on what kind of incredible, possibly terrible things she would do for you if pushed. But she promises herself that she’ll do everything in her power to keep it from coming to that.

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