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Guys I had this idea of a short story about kirishima x fem!reader and I think you will find it sad and comforting!!

TW: anxiety, angst, PTSD.

‘Late nights with Kirishima’

A lil content before we start.

So y/n had been struggling with your mental health and anxiety ever since you got kidnapped by the LOV, they tortured you and made you feel pain nobody should ever feel. You have PTSD from being tortured, abused, starved, and verbally abused. You can’t even be touched by somebody else’s hands without flinching or having an anxiety attack about it. And at nights it is even worse… all the memories flash through your mind every time you close your eyes, it makes it unbearable to sleep…

Your boyfriend of 2 years Eijiro Kirishima, he is worried about you, you will barely talk to him about what you’re going through, you don’t want to worry him even more. And it’s not just you that is going through pain, also Kirishima, he went through a deep depression when you got kidnapped.

(Okay let’s get onto the story now lol sorry if that was too much context)

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You just couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard you tried to put your phone down, or just close your eyes for one second, all the memories just kept on flashing through your mind, the only way that you could keep your mind off it. Your breathing started to increase… “.in, out… in, out.” You told yourself, your panic attack already has begun and now shaking, breathing deep, tears falling down your face, ‘too hot..’ you though while taking off your shirt and throwing it to the side, your body was overheating, it made you nauseous.

You quickly look over to your phone ‘I need him…’ you thought to yourself, kiri always calmed you down. He always knows how to help.

A few minutes later you hear knocking on your door, “baby? Baby please let me in…I can hear you..” kiri was outside, you couldn’t breathe let alone even talk, how much you wanted to shout his name, scream for help… your lungs just couldn’t work properly. “Y/n..? I’m coming in!” He opens the door and sees you curled up on your bed, your phone brightened up the room with your text messages. Tears streamed down your face “k-kiri-“ you say shakily, that’s the only word you could even say, he looks at you, his messy red hair and his red eyes filled with tears, he wraps his arms around your waist and whispers into your ear “it’s okay y/n…just breathe for me okay?”, “breathe with me…breathe in..breathe out.. hold it for 4 seconds.” He says this until your breathing goes back to normal and your tears stop, “kiri…thank you so much. I couldn’t ask for m-more..” you hiccup. “Sweetheart, you deserve the world, I will always be here for you m’kay?..” he wipes away the stray tears off your puffy red eyes, “I love you so much kiri…” you murmur softly and hug him tightly.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Tynoah week day 4: Angst

(Just know that idk how to shade also first time doing angst)

Context: Tyler and Noah do like each other, but Tyler can't accept the fact that he likes Noah since their not a girl (basically internalized homophobia)

Not sure if you write ships or if you're still active, but here's an angsty TogaChako idea: Toga performing CPR on Ochako to restart her heart

YES I LOVE THIS!! ahhh togachako how i miss you, how i love you

i hope i executed it how you wanted <3 this got away from me a little bit, it might just be rambling AHH

cw blood, sad stuff (it’s tgck ofc), cpr grief and major character death

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Wake up.

Please wake up.

All Himiko Toga had ever wanted was a world in which she was accepted and loved, a world where she wasn’t hated and feared.

For as long as she could remember her parents would say that she was born cursed, in-human, but really Himiko was born so full of love that it hurt. It ached deep within her bones, coursed through her veins, pulsed in her teeth.

When she saw something that she loved, she wanted to hold it, to feel it, to be it so badly. She wanted to sink her teeth into it, drink its beautiful blood and be one with it. Because that’s what love meant to Himiko Toga.

But that’s not what love meant to society. That’s not what was ‘normal’ for them. So she was cast aside. Painted as a disgusting monster, a freak, a sub-human vampiric psychopath.

When she joined the League of Villains, she finally felt like she was somewhere she belonged, with people that accepted her. But one by one the people that she held most dear to her heart disappeared: murdered, slaughtered, taken from her.

So many losses change a person, a young girl at that. Big sis Magne was gone. Twice- Jin. Gone. Kurogiri, Compress, Spinner. She had no idea where they were, if they were alive or not.

Tomura wasn’t the same, he wasn’t the person who told her to live how she wanted to. Touya was burning up, his seemingly so strong life force that helped her keep going, fading into ashes as she watched from afar.

Her fight with Ochako had been so painful, physically and emotionally. But… In all of her life she had never felt so.. Loved. Ochako didn’t say it directly, but as she screamed Himikos name into the cold air, telling her that she was envious of beautiful smile, as she held Himiko in her arms and whispered, words only meant for her to hear. As she promised to give her as much blood as she needed, as she called her the cutest girl in the whole world.

She felt it. Love, reciprocated.

Himiko wanted a society that accepted her. She fought so hard for that world, a world where her love wasn’t returned with hatred. But somewhere along the way she began to hate back. Her intentions, once filled with love, became a desire to destroy.

But Ochako broke through that. Ochako touched that sadness, that pain and hatred inside of her heart, and when she did it was like it all floated away. She felt light. She felt loved.

But now, because of her, because she fought so hard to talk to Himiko, Ochako was dying. Himiko knew that if Ochako lived, she would have to put Himiko in jail for her crimes. Because that’s who she was. But Himiko couldn’t let that happen. Even so, right now, all she really wanted was for Ochako to live.

A world without Ochako was an unbearable thought.

But she could do something about it. The decision was so quick, she didn’t mull it over for even a second before she began to drag her syringes over to Ochakos heaving body.

But. When she got there, Ochako was still. Himiko dropped to her knees, hands running over Ochakos soft, blood-covered face, down to the deep gash in her side.

No. Not like this.

A world without Ochako? No. That can’t happen.

I wont let it.

With tears rolling down her cheeks, Himiko placed her hand over Ochakos bloodied chest, over her still heart. And she pressed down. Up, down.

Wake up.

Wake up, Ochako-chan.

Please.

I can’t let you die.

I won’t.

Himiko didn’t know all that much about CPR, never thinking she’d need to revive anybody. But even with limited knowledge and shaky hands she pumped Ochako’s heart for her, as if her body just knew what to do.

Maybe if i’d felt the love Ochako showed me sooner, I would’ve longed to give my own blood to other instead of just taking theirs.

Maybe in another life, me and Ochako-chan met as kids.

Maybe in another life I could’ve worked to save lives instead of take and ruin them.

Maybe in another life I could’ve been a Hero and not a Villain.

A screamed ripped itself from her throat and she began to pound of Ochakos so still, too still chest. Her thoughts became spoken words, screams into the cold battlefield.

Wake up.

Please wake up.

A beat. And then another. A flutter of eyelashes, a whisper of breath. Himiko moved before she could think, drinking Ochakos blood from her hands, placing the syringe from her arm to the arm of her beloved.

As the pain of overusing her quirk shot through her, Himiko let her blood, a copy of Ochako’s own flow into the weak girl, warming her cold insides. She was barely conscious, but she was alive. Himiko sobbed in relief, even as she began to feel her own heartbeat weaken, her body becoming achy and cold.

Curling up next the girl she loved, her face buried in her neck, their shared blood connecting them, their bodies intertwined, Himiko smiled.

Here, right here with Ochako, Himiko felt completly normal. She was helping the one she loved. The one who had accepted her, held her and called her smile beautiful.

Himiko died happy and loved. Ochako lived because of her sacrifice.

All Himiko Toga wanted was a world in which she felt accepted and loved. In her short lifetime, she fought so hard for that, in the only way she knew how. When Ochako woke up without Himiko by her side, all consuming grief covered her, like a dark, smothering blanket. But that wasn’t what Himiko sacrificed her life for.

Ochako would always carry that grief, that sorrow and pain with her. But with that hurt, combined with the pure and true love she had for that beautiful girl, she moved forwards, with the sole goal of making the world a better, easier place to live in for other people like her Himiko.

hi ash can i pls make another request? if you dont mind uh katsuki bakugo x reader where they are dating and they had a argument in the morning and he just switched off his phone for his work reader is on her way from home and feels like someone is following her-texts him but it doesnt go to him and he likes attacks reader? maybe a sad ending? you dont have to do this if you are busy :) and this is the same anon who requested the weak pregnant reader one thank you so much for doing it loved it :)

Thank you so much omg♡

And no problem with making many requests I love doing them♡ anyways I hope you enjoy♡

"Shattered silence"

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader:

The morning had been rough, filled with sharp words and silence. You and Bakugo had been arguing before he left for work. He didn’t say much, only muttered that he was turning off his phone to focus, as he often did when he was deep in his work. You, frustrated and upset, had let him go without a word, but the silence between you both was deafening. You didn’t understand why he always chose his work over talking things out.

Now, walking down the street, you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was following you. Your heart raced as you kept your pace steady, glancing over your shoulder every now and then, but you never saw anyone directly. The feeling lingered, though — like a shadow always just behind you, out of sight but never truly gone.

You reached for your phone, hands trembling slightly, and quickly typed out a message to Bakugo. You just wanted to hear his voice, to feel like he cared and was still there, even if it was only through a text.

“Hey, I feel like someone’s following me. I’m really scared, Bakugo… please, talk to me.”

Your thumb hovered over the screen as you hit send, but the message never went through. The phone showed that it had failed to send, the signal having been lost in the middle of nowhere. You tried again, but nothing happened.

Where are you? you thought. He always kept his phone off when he was working, but this felt different. You tried calling, but it went straight to voicemail. Your anxiety started to build up, your breaths shallow as you felt eyes on you, as though someone was inching closer.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the alleyway behind you, growing louder. Your eyes darted around for anyone that could help, but there was no one in sight. The street was eerily quiet. Your heart hammered in your chest as the footsteps quickened. You started to run.

Suddenly, a rough hand grabbed your arm, pulling you back with force. You yelped in surprise, your body instantly jerking away, but the grip was too strong.

“Where do you think you’re going, bitch?” a voice sneered. Your stomach dropped as you looked up, only to see a pair of cruel, cold eyes staring down at you.

The world seemed to blur around you as panic set in. You struggled to break free, but the man’s grip was unrelenting, dragging you further into the shadows. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized that there was no escape.

Before you could react, the man’s grip tightened, and you could feel yourself being lifted off the ground. A scream bubbled up in your chest, but it was cut off as a sudden explosion rang out nearby. The force of the blast sent the man flying back, his hold loosening as he was thrown against the wall. The ground shook, and the distant sound of someone shouting your name reached your ears.

“Y/N!” Bakugo’s voice, raw with anger and concern, tore through the air, snapping you out of the daze.

You looked up, your breath shaky, only to see Bakugo standing there, his fists clenched, his body tense with fury. His usual scowl was replaced with a deep, unsettling worry, his eyes scanning over your trembling figure.

“Y/N… what the hell were you thinking?” His voice was harsh, but his concern was clear as he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, as if to reassure himself that you were real.

“I— I was scared,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I… I thought someone was following me. I couldn’t reach you. Your phone was off.”

Bakugo's face softened, though a flicker of guilt crossed his features. He had been so absorbed in his work that he had failed to check on you, to make sure you were okay. He never imagined that something like this could happen.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, tightening his hold on you. “I should’ve been there. I shouldn’t have… left you like that.”

But as you stood there, his warmth surrounding you, a deep sadness lingered within you. The argument this morning, the silence, the distance — it all hit you harder than it should have. The terror of almost losing him, of being so alone in that moment, gnawed at you.

“I don’t want to feel alone anymore, Bakugo,” you whispered, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. “I don’t want this distance between us. I can’t handle it.”

Bakugo’s heart twisted in his chest. He had always been so focused on his goals, on being the best, but he hadn’t realized how his distance from you — emotionally and physically — had affected you. The harshness of the morning argument and his neglect for your feelings had almost cost him everything.

“I promise, I won’t ever let you feel alone again,” he whispered, pulling you closer. But the damage was already done. The crack in your heart that had been growing for a while couldn’t be repaired with a few words.

As the minutes passed, a heavy silence settled over the two of you. You stayed in his arms, but the weight of everything hung between you, unspoken and unaddressed. Despite the closeness, the rift between you both was still there, and for now, neither of you knew how to fix it.

"Explosions of the Heart"

This one is rlly long😭

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The hospital reeked of antiseptic and tension. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead as Bakugo Katsuki paced the floor like a caged animal. His hands—usually steady in battle—trembled slightly. Outside the delivery room, his world was unraveling.

"Mr. Bakugo," the nurse called gently. "She’s in distress. We’re doing everything we can."

He didn’t answer. His crimson eyes were locked on the swinging double doors that had swallowed you hours ago.

You—his wife, his partner, the only person who could call him a dumbass and still get a smile out of him—were behind those doors. And you were fighting a battle even he couldn't charge into fists-first.

Twelve Hours Earlier

Your water had broken in the dead of night. You’d barely gotten a full sentence out before Bakugo was already tossing clothes into a bag and barking at the cab company over the phone. By the time you reached the hospital, contractions were tearing through you like lightning, each one worse than the last.

Something wasn’t right.

The baby was breach. Your blood pressure spiked. You were losing too much blood. They rushed you into an emergency delivery, voices sharp and fast. Bakugo hadn’t been allowed in.

Present

Time blurred. Katsuki hated feeling useless more than anything. He should be in there. He should be beside you, holding your hand, telling you it was going to be okay even if his chest felt like it was going to explode.

A sudden scream tore through the hall. Your scream.

His knees buckled. He hadn’t even heard himself move before he was slamming into the door, fists glowing faintly, ready to break it down—

"Sir!" a nurse barked, shoving him back. "You can't go in there!"

"That’s my damn wife!" he snarled. "Let me—"

The screaming stopped.

Too abruptly.

Bakugo froze. The world stopped moving.

Seconds felt like eternities until finally, the doors opened and a doctor stepped out, blood on her scrubs and exhaustion in her eyes.

"She’s alive," she said softly. "And so is your son. But it was close. Too close."

His legs gave out and he collapsed into the nearest chair. His hands covered his face as air finally returned to his lungs. Alive. You were both alive.

"You can see her now."

He stood shakily, pushing into the room. You looked like hell—pale, exhausted, barely able to lift your eyelids—but when you saw him, a weak smile curved your lips.

"You look like shit," you whispered.

A choked laugh escaped him. He grabbed your hand and pressed it to his lips. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, dumbass.”

Then he saw the tiny bundle in your arms. Wide red eyes—his eyes—blinked up at him.

"Hey, little guy," he said, voice thick. "You’re already causing trouble, huh?"

You laughed faintly, and Bakugo leaned in, touching his forehead to yours.

"Next time," he murmured, "we're adopting."

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Two Weeks Later

You were finally home.

The scent of sterilized hospital air had been replaced by the warmth of your shared apartment, still littered with unopened baby gifts and half-assembled furniture. It felt surreal, like you had died and somehow gotten a second chance.

Katsuki hadn’t left your side since the hospital.

He’d been quieter than usual—not cold, but... different. Protective. Watchful. The explosions were fewer, the yelling almost nonexistent. And at night, when he thought you were asleep, you caught him just staring—at you, at the baby, at the scar the IV left on your hand.

Like he couldn’t believe either of you were still here.

You shifted slightly on the couch, wincing. Your body still ached like hell. The stitches, the swelling, the pressure—no one talked about how brutal recovery would be. You felt raw. Fragile.

"Katsuki," you called weakly.

He appeared instantly from the kitchen, a bottle in one hand and your pain meds in the other. "Need something?"

"Come sit with me."

He hesitated. "You’re still hurting. I don’t wanna crowd you."

You reached out, fingers curling in the air.

He sighed, set everything down, and slid onto the couch beside you. Carefully. Gently. You leaned your head on his shoulder, your newborn cradled against your chest, tiny breaths warm against your skin.

"He looks like you," you murmured.

"Poor brat," he said, but his voice was soft.

Your fingers laced with his.

"You’ve been quiet."

He didn’t answer for a long time. Then:

"You almost died." His voice cracked. “And I couldn’t do shit about it.”

You turned to look at him, eyes brimming. "But I didn’t. We didn’t. Katsuki, you didn’t leave me. Not for a second. That means everything."

He clenched his jaw. “I’ve fought villains who tried to kill me. I’ve been stabbed, exploded, buried under rubble. I can deal with that. But you, bleeding out and screaming and I couldn’t even touch you—” He broke off. “I’ve never been that fucking scared in my life.”

Tears slipped down your cheek, and you pressed your lips to his temple. “You’re here. I’m here. Our son’s here. That’s all that matters.”

He looked down at the sleeping baby, chest rising and falling in sync with yours. “He’s tiny.”

You smirked. “So were you. Until puberty hit like a damn truck.”

A reluctant chuckle rumbled from him. “If he has even half your stubbornness, we’re screwed.”

“Half yours, you mean,” you teased.

The room went quiet again. You nestled closer, letting yourself breathe in his warmth, his scent. Safe.

“I thought I was ready to be a dad,” he said suddenly. “I trained for it. Got the nursery set up, read every damn book. But the second they handed him to me, I realized I didn’t know shit.”

You smiled sleepily. “You’re already doing perfect.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause I haven’t blown up a diaper yet.”

You both laughed—quiet, tired, and a little broken, but real.

He looked at you, really looked, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them.

“I love you,” he whispered.

You blinked. Bakugo never whispered.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, voice catching.

And for the first time in weeks, you both finally exhaled.

---

Three Months Later

“You sure you’re okay without me for a few hours?” you asked again, already halfway out the door.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, baby monitor clipped to his sweatpants, your son strapped into a carrier on his chest like a slightly confused koala.

“D’you think I can’t handle him or something?” he grumbled.

“I think he shat through three outfits before noon yesterday, and you nearly declared war on baby wipes.”

Katsuki scowled. “One time.”

“One time per diaper.”

You kissed his cheek before he could argue, smirking. “You’ll be fine, Dad of the Year.”

The door clicked shut behind you.

And just like that… it was quiet.

Bakugo glanced down at the wide-eyed little boy strapped to his chest. “Alright, kid. Just me and you.”

The baby blinked, then made a soft gurgling noise.

“You better not be loading your diaper already.”

**

The first twenty minutes went smooth. Katsuki heated a bottle with military precision, burped the baby like a pro, and even played peekaboo without blowing anything up.

Then the baby started crying.

Loud.

Katsuki checked the diaper. Clean. Tried feeding him. Refused. Burping? Nothing. Pacifier? Launched like a missile.

“Are you broken?” he hissed, bouncing him awkwardly.

The baby wailed louder.

Bakugo, future Number One Hero, demolisher of villains, destroyer of fear itself… was being absolutely obliterated by a 12-pound infant.

“Alright!” he shouted over the crying. “You win, gremlin!”

He tried the ultimate move: laying on the couch with the baby on his chest, just like you did.

It worked. Instant silence.

“…Seriously?”

Tiny fingers gripped the collar of his shirt, and the baby let out a satisfied sigh, snuggling deeper against him.

“Tch. You just wanted to lay on me, huh?” Katsuki mumbled. “Clingy little nerd.”

He didn’t move. Not even when his phone buzzed. You’d texted: Everything okay?

He snapped a photo of his son sleeping peacefully on his chest and sent it back.

We’re good. Don’t rush.

He stared at the photo for a long time, warmth blooming in his chest. The kid looked so much like you when he was relaxed. And Katsuki realized something he hadn’t said out loud yet.

He loved this.

Being a dad.

The mess, the noise, the confusion—it was all chaos he could handle if it meant protecting you and this little bean.

“You’re not that bad, y’know,” he muttered. “Might even grow up to be cooler than me.”

The baby snorted in his sleep.

“Yeah, alright, don’t push it.”

**

When you walked in an hour later, you found them both fast asleep—Katsuki snoring, the baby drooling on his chest, one tiny fist tangled in his dad’s ash-blond hair.

You smiled and quietly snapped a photo.

The caption would read: My boys. Chaos level: manageable.

For now.

---

Ten Months Later

Your son had started babbling a while ago, but it was mostly incoherent nonsense—"ba-ba," "da-da," the occasional squeal that sounded like a baby pterodactyl mid-meltdown.

Katsuki had been watching him like a hawk, waiting for the first real word. It had practically become a competition between you two—who would he say first? "Mama" or "Dada"?

Katsuki refused to lose.

“You know I carried him for nine months, right?” you said, folding laundry one afternoon.

“Yeah, and I carried your ass through every post-labor breakdown, so I’d say we’re even,” he grunted, ruffling your son’s spiky blond hair as he sat chewing on a toy grenade (definitely plastic).

Your son looked up at him with wide, mischievous eyes and suddenly let out a loud, clear—

“Boom.”

Silence.

You blinked. “Did he just—?”

Katsuki’s eyes widened. “No. No way. Say it again, brat.”

The baby giggled. “Boom!”

“Oh my god.”

Katsuki stood there frozen for a moment, and then his mouth curled into the smuggest grin you’d ever seen.

“That’s my boy.”

You threw a sock at his face. “Katsuki, his first word was ‘boom.’”

“I’m proud as hell.”

“He’s not a grenade!”

“He’s mine, so yes, he is.”

Your son squealed again. “Boom!”

Now he was bouncing.

“Stop encouraging him!” you said, even though you were trying not to laugh.

Bakugo squatted beside him and bumped their foreheads together gently. “Boom, huh? You’re gonna be a damn legend.”

You shook your head in disbelief, watching your two pyro-twins grin at each other like chaos incarnate.

Katsuki looked up at you, full of fire and affection. “Guess we know what kind of quirk he’s leanin’ toward.”

You groaned. “We are so not baby-proofed for explosions.”

Katsuki smirked. “Guess I better teach him control before he blows up the crib.”

Your baby babbled happily between them again. “Boom!”

Yeah. You were definitely raising a little dynamite.

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

---

Age: 2 Years, 3 Months

Your son’s first day of daycare was supposed to be normal.

You’d packed his snacks, extra clothes, diapers, wipes, and left strict instructions that he was “sweet, a little stubborn, and very attached to his Bakugou-brand plushie.”

You also wrote in bold: “If he gets upset, avoid loud noises. They tend to... backfire.”

The teacher smiled politely. “We’ve handled all kinds of quirks. Don’t worry.”

You didn’t.

Until the phone call.

Three hours later.

Bakugo answered it on speaker.

“Hello, this is—uh—Miss Hikari from Little Hero Steps Daycare. We have a small situation.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “Is he hurt?”

“No! No, he’s fine. Perfectly fine. A little excited, actually…”

Your stomach dropped.

“…but the plastic slide may have, um... detonated.”

Katsuki let out a low snort. “He blew up the slide?”

“It was only the top half,” she added quickly. “And technically, it was more of a pop than a boom.”

You could feel Katsuki’s pride from across the kitchen.

“Are the other kids okay?” you asked, horrified.

“Yes! No injuries. He wasn’t upset, just… showing off. He said ‘Boom!’ and then—”

“That’s my son,” Bakugo said, folding his arms with a smug little smirk.

You elbowed him. “That is not a good thing.”

“Didn’t say it was bad either.”

**

When you arrived at the daycare, your son was sitting on a beanbag with three teachers around him—like he was some kind of dangerous celebrity.

His hair was wild, his cheeks were smudged with soot, and he looked way too pleased with himself.

“Mommy! Daddy!” he yelled, running over and nearly tripping on his own feet.

“Hey, you little menace,” Katsuki muttered, picking him up.

“Boom!” he chirped proudly, like it was his name.

One of the teachers came over, cautiously.

“We think his quirk is starting to develop. It’s... early, but very similar to yours, Mr. Bakugo.”

Katsuki beamed. “Damn right it is.”

You groaned. “Please tell me we’re not banned.”

The teacher laughed nervously. “No—though we’re investing in more fireproof playground equipment starting immediately.”

**

That night, after your son was passed out in his crib, soot still faintly dusting his forehead, you collapsed on the couch.

“He’s gonna be a handful,” you murmured, resting your head on Katsuki’s chest.

“Yeah,” he muttered, stroking your hair. “He’s gonna be a hell of a hero too.”

You smiled, eyes drifting closed as you listened to your husband’s heartbeat under your cheek—steady, strong, and forever explosive.

Just like the little boy down the hall.

---

You were pregnant. Again.

You hadn’t meant for it to happen quite so soon—not when your firstborn was still blowing up laundry baskets for fun and calling it “training.”

But the second those two pink lines appeared, your stomach flipped. Part nerves. Part excitement. And a lot of “oh god, how is Bakugo going to react?”

**

You told him on a quiet evening. Your son was asleep (finally) and the living room still smelled faintly of scorched Play-Doh.

You sat beside him, heart racing.

“I’m pregnant.”

Bakugo blinked. He looked at you. Then at your stomach. Then back at you.

“…Are you sure?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

He leaned forward slowly, resting a hand on your thigh like he thought the couch might explode.

“Holy shit.”

You laughed. “That’s… not the response I expected.”

He stared at your stomach for a long time before finally saying, softly, “You okay with this?”

“I’m scared. But yeah. I want this.”

He nodded, jaw tightening. “You nearly died last time.”

“I know.”

“You think I can do this again?” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “What if I lose you this time?”

You reached for his hand. “Then you hold me tighter and fight harder.”

Bakugo clenched his fists, then gently rested one palm on your belly.

“…You better be a chill baby,” he muttered. “I can’t handle two demolition experts at once.”

**

Your son found out a week later when he walked into the kitchen, pointed to your tiny bump, and said:

“BOOM 2?”

You choked on your orange juice. Katsuki burst out laughing.

From that point on, the baby was Boom 2 to him.

**

As the months passed, your second pregnancy felt... different. Easier in some ways, harder in others. Your son was older now, talking more, asking endless questions.

“Did I live in your belly too?”

“You did, baby.”

“Was I loud?”

“You screamed the whole time.”

He nodded proudly. “Boom!”

Katsuki didn’t stop worrying. Not for a second. Every time you winced, he was at your side. Every time you had a check-up, he came. He argued with nurses over your chart. Practically threatened the OB into promising you a safer delivery plan.

“I lost my shit once,” he told the doctor. “I’m not doing that again.”

**

One quiet night, a few weeks before your due date, he crawled into bed behind you and wrapped his arms around your belly, pulling you gently against his chest.

“Still scared,” he whispered against your skin.

“I know,” you whispered back.

“But I want this. I want all of this. You, him”—he nodded toward your sleeping toddler down the hall—“and this tiny bomb too.”

Your heart melted.

“I want them to know they’re loved,” he added, voice thick. “No matter how loud, or messy, or crazy it gets.”

“They’ll know,” you promised, turning to kiss him softly. “Because they have you.”

Katsuki didn’t answer. He just held you tighter, his hand on your belly.

And somewhere inside, Boom 2 kicked like they were already ready to make an entrance.

Just like their brother.

Just like their dad.

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It started with a kick.

Not just any kick—one that rocked your whole body at 3:12 a.m.

You groaned, gripping the edge of the bed.

Katsuki shot up like a soldier under fire.

“Contraction?” he barked.

“Yep,” you hissed, breathing through it.

He was already moving—bag in hand, grabbing your shoes, shouting toward the baby monitor: “Stay asleep, Boom #1!”

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This time around, the doctors were ready. And so was Katsuki.

Still, even as they guided you into the labor room, he was white-knuckling the edge of your bed, eyes locked on you like if he blinked, you’d vanish.

You reached for him.

“I’m okay,” you said between waves of pain. “I’m okay.”

“I’m not letting go of you this time,” he muttered, voice low, jaw clenched.

And he didn’t.

Not when your screams broke through the walls.

Not when the monitors started beeping faster.

Not when the doctor said, “We need to move quickly—cord’s wrapped.”

He held your hand through it all. Pressed his forehead to yours. Whispered every curse word in the book, followed by: “You’ve got this. You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever met.”

And when the final cry rang out—

A high, sharp wail that cut through the air like lightning—

Bakugo exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for nine months straight.

“She’s perfect,” the nurse whispered.

“She?” you breathed, dazed.

Katsuki blinked. “A girl?”

They placed her on your chest—tiny, red, angry as hell. She immediately latched onto your hospital gown like she was ready to fight the world.

You laughed through tears. “She’s already like you.”

Katsuki stared at her.

Just stared.

His eyes—those wild, stormy eyes—were wide and full of wonder.

“You’re kidding me,” he whispered. “I’ve got a daughter.”

You reached for his hand. “You’ve got us.”

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then to your daughter’s.

“I swear on my damn life,” he whispered, “no one’s ever gonna mess with you.”

She let out a fierce little squeak.

And he smiled, completely undone.

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An hour later, you were resting, and he was sitting by the bed with your baby girl tucked into the crook of his arm.

“Name?” you asked, eyes heavy but heart full.

He looked down at her, then at you.

“What about Kaori?” he said. “Strong. Bright. Means fragrance or light.”

You smiled. “Kaori Bakugo. It’s perfect.”

And for the first time that night, the hospital room felt still. Safe.

Because no matter how explosive your little family was becoming—

It was built on something unshakable.

Love. Fire. And a whole lot of Boom.

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Two days after Kaori’s birth, you came home—sore, exhausted, but glowing. Kaori was tiny, sleepy, and wrapped like a burrito in her fuzzy explosion-patterned blanket that Katsuki insisted she wear home.

Your front door creaked open slowly.

Bakugo carried Kaori in with terrifying precision, like she was made of nitroglycerin.

Inside, your two-year-old son was standing barefoot in the hallway—holding a plastic grenade in one hand and a drawing in the other.

“Mommy!” he shouted, running at you.

You caught him one-armed, lifting him up, groaning slightly. “Easy, baby.”

Katsuki stood back, rocking gently with Kaori in his arms. “Hey, Boom #1,” he said softly. “Wanna meet your sister?”

Your son blinked, looking at the tiny pink bundle.

“That’s her?”

“Yup.”

“She looks squishy.”

“She is,” you said, chuckling. “Gentle, okay?”

He padded over on tiptoes, peering up at her like she was some sort of sacred relic.

“…She doesn’t go boom?”

“Let’s hope not,” Katsuki muttered.

“She’s your baby sister,” you explained. “Her name is Kaori.”

He tilted his head. “Can I keep her?”

Katsuki smirked. “She’s not a pet.”

“But I love her already,” your son said proudly. Then leaned close and whispered (as if it were a spell): “Boom.”

Kaori stirred slightly… and farted.

A loud one.

Your son lost it.

“SHE DOES BOOM TOO!” he screamed.

Katsuki nearly dropped her from laughing so hard. “Oh god. She’s already like you.”

**

You all settled in the living room. Kaori slept peacefully on Katsuki’s chest while your son built a pillow fort and declared it the "Boom Base."

“She can live in the base with me,” he announced.

“She’s not old enough for base life yet,” you said.

“I’ll protect her,” he added matter-of-factly. “From monsters. And spiders. And broccoli.”

You looked over at Katsuki, who was watching the two of them with a look you’d only ever seen twice before: once on your wedding day, and once when your son took his first steps.

“Didn’t think I could love more than I already did,” he murmured. “But damn.”

You scooted closer and leaned into him, Kaori safe between you.

“Looks like we’re officially a team of four.”

“Correction,” Katsuki said. “We’re a squad.”

A very loud, occasionally explosive, wildly chaotic squad.

And honestly? You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

//A new way to cope\\ Bakugo katsuki x fem reader

(Not my GIF!)

Warnings// Self harm, (kind of detailed) not good English, mentions of throwing up and ED, anxiety user and maybe some harsh words, reader talking bad about themselves and maybe some angst if the actions in this isn't.

Sorry if this was written dryly, XD but I'm not so good at writing stories, i just have the storyline in my head, and I know what I should write and what it's abt, but then my head completly shuts down and i forget how to write XD

Might write a part two

SORRY FOR TAKING SO MUCH TIME TO MAKE THIS

This story is probably short bc it' my first time writing on here, but I will make my other fucs longer

I think that's all, but please comment if I missed something and I'll put it in the warnings:) English is not my first language so be aware for some typos. This will probably be verg detailed and i might use a few words many times after each other but, without further ado let's get into it

Also, to those who are suffering from any of these I want you to know that i support you, ive also had a past with self harm and you're strong and my messages will always be open if you would like to chat, I don't judge and I will comfort you in the best way possible 💗

(This was a request from my sister)

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You grunted as the hard and big sharp blade pierced and dragged down your arm multiple time's, blood trickling down all the way to the bottom as you heard the drops of blood hit the ground. Your breath was uneven and your hands and whole body shok, probably because of the sharp object injected into your skin. You didn't know why you did it, but it just felt right.

A few moments passed before you walked towards the bathroom to wash of the remains of the blood on the blade, the bathroom door creaked as you pushed it aside.

You took a cloth that hung on the small metall bar beside the shower and carefully wiped the blade, being carefull to clean everything off and not to cut your finger.

You laid back the cloth and walked back towards a drawer next to your bed, you gently and carefully placed the blade into one of the shovels.

You sighted as you looked at your arms, blood dripping out of the hem of it, you'd probably have to bandage it because of the cuts, but then you'd have to go downstairs to get some from thr medkit in the small box that was hung on a wall inside the kitchen and then everybody would suspect something going on.

You didn't want to start commotion, that was the least you needed right now. You had a few cotton pads in a tall glass next to your makeup shellf and you also had a box of wipes under your desk so you didn't have to worry about those things.

"Hmm... maybe i should just ask katsuki he usually doesn't question things unless he gets suspicious, and most of the times he had to bring something to you he never asked why you needed it"

You told to yourself.

And if he got suspicious, you could just say something happened at training, right?

You walked to the bed and sat on it, quickly grasping your phone and pressing on Bakugo's contact.

"Can you bring me some bandages plsss"

You typed and laid down the phone, waiting for a response. "Bling" was suddenly heard and you picked up the phone.

"Tch, are you too lazy to to downstairs or somethin"

"Just get it for me asshole"

"K, fine."

A few moments later bakugo knocked on ythe door and you sprinted quietly towards it, you opened the door halways so he wouldn't see your bloodied arms.

"Here ya go, take the the bandages, but why do ya even need it in the first place"

"Oh uhm, something happened at training today, it's nothing serious but my "wound" opened up again, but anyways thanks for the bandages!"

He frowned and made a "tch" sound before he turned on his heels and walked away. You rolled your eyes before closing the door. You gathered all the things you needed to clean and bandage the scars.

First you put some water on a few cotton pads and softly wiped the bleeding cuts with it, then you grabbed a pair of wipes and carefully wiped of the water. Finally you picked up the bandage roll and cut off a small piece, you carefully wrapped it around your arms.

After everything was done you cleaned up everything around you, washing away the drops of blood on the floor and changing into your night clothes.

You checked your phone before placing it on your night table and pulling the blanket over your body.

Hours passed and soon sunlight beams became vissible shining strongly throught the curtains. You woke up and groaned as you sat up and rubbed your eyes, your memory refreshing as you thought about how much damage you did yesterday.

You raised your arm as a sudden pain stung you, you whinced and groaned as you shut your eyes closed. A sight left your mouth as you stood up and walked towards your closet, you grabbed your uniform and walked towards the bathroom to change.

When you were done you did light makeup look with mascara, lipgloss and a tiny bit of blush. You smiled at your outfilt, you put your books in your bag and made sure you looked fine before heading downstairs to eat breakfast.

When you arrived downstairs you saw some of your classmates already sitting around a table, they shoot you a glance and waved at you to come closer. You took quicks steps towards them and sat down next to mina.

"Hey girl! What took ya so looooong, it was getting boring without you"

She said as she took a bite out of her cereal earning a chuckle from you.

"Sorry sorry! I guess I lost track of time, I promise!"

"Hmmm, are ya sure you weren't making out with bakugo or something like that"

She smirked as the people around you quickly widened their eyes and shoot bakugo and you a glance. Your mouth widened and your eyes raised, bakugo quickly looked at mina and shot her a big frown, IIda's eyes looked like they were gonna pop out if his scull, momo put a hand on her mouth and sero smiled playfully.

"WHAT THE HELL RACOON EYES"

"H-HUH"

"Oh god"

"THAT IS HIGHLY INAPPROPIATE"

Your cheeks flushes with a red tint and you quickly tried to change the topic of the talk.

"That didn't happen, I promise!"

"Hmmm, fine fine I belive you but next time I'll catch you"

"You sure will"

You said while chuckling.

A few minutes later you checked the watch on your wrist, a few minutes left before class was starting. You put your breakfast in your backpack before rising up from your seat.

As you took some steps you heard mina say your name

"Y/n? Why didn't you eat your lunch, you didn't even take one bite"

She asked with a confusing look on her face.

"Oh uhm, im not really hungry right now, feeling a little nauseous so just might wait til dinner"

Katsuki took a notice in this but didn't say anything as he watched and listened to your conversation with the pink haired girl.

"Oh okay, hope you get better, we better get going to class too, mind if we walk with you to class?

"I don't"

You smiled as you watched her and the others stand up, throwing away the remains of the breakfast in the trash before following you to class.

Some hours later you're in your fourth period, your scars itched and were begging to get itched. Your brows furrowed in irritation, your homeroom teacher, shota aizawa took a notice in how your brows had furrowed in almost each period.

He walked to your desk and bent down with his hands on each side of the table.

"L/n what's wrong, and don't you dare say nothings wrong because I've noticed your face rhythms so tell me"

You looked up at his sharp face studying your every move.

"Uhm, nothings wrong what do you mean"

"L/n."

He stated strongly, "don't you lie to me"

"I'm fine, don't you worry"

He grabbed your arm before watching you whince and groan as you pulled your arm back in a fast motion holding it with your other arm.

He slowly pulled his arm back and looked at it.

"Why did you-" He stopped talking when he noticed something red spilled under your left arms hem.

You widened your eyes and swallowed your saliva, watching his eyes following your gaze. You hid your arm under the desk as you waited for a reaction.

"L/n, let me see" he spoke in a dark tone as his eyes darkened.

Your lips shivered as you shook your head, you didn't have time to react before he snatched your arm back and pulled your shirt around the arm back.

He stopped when he had pulled it away, looking at the cuts around your arms. Some were small, other were looking like a normal cut you would get from getting scratched from a cat or something like that, but what really worried aizawa was the three very big cuts bleeding on the top of your arm near the elbow.

"What the h-hell" he stuttered, his eyes wide.

"Tell me what happened right now, i know damn well this injury didn't happen during training"

Your throat got dry and you struggled to find the words to explain and make up a new lie.

"TELL ME RIGHT NOW"

Aizawa shouted as you flinched and turned your head away, other students heads turned your way and looked worried for Mr Aizawa's outburst.

They locked eyes with where aizawa's were staring and many eyes widened, including bakugos,

It dripped a little more than a normal cuts would bleed, plus an injury couldn't make so many cuts in different places.

"Y/n..."

Bakugo said your name slowly as he raised up from his desk, his normal grin or smirk replaced by an angry-worried expression.

He slowly walked towards you.

Shit, this wasn't supposed to happen.

TBC?

Can you outrun this?

Idea to @/coquettecomics on c.ai this is INSANELY ooc because it's my drself x Rex, I don't know how long i'll work on it but i'll keep updating... Probably. I also don't know how to tag a fanfic. or how to cut it.

Rex part posted soon.

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I stood in an alleyway, it was dark and cold out- Rex Splode stood in front of me with a hurt look on his face, the rain pelting against the ground only setting the ambience even more. My eyes darted past him to the open road, where I so desperately wanted to go. Get out of this awkward situation. Get out of here.

“You really think I wouldn't have come after you?” Rex finally broke the silence, his hands balling into fists at his sides. Of course he was the first to notice, I didn’t know how to tell him I was leaving, I needed to leave. Everything was too much. Omni-Man, Cecil, all these villains, never having a moment of peace? I was happier alone floating through space while having a mental breakdown.

“You think running away from this will change anything? Change us? It won’t.” Rex started, biting his lip as he let out a sigh. “Viviane… I need you. The guardians need you-” Rex looked down and shook his head. “You can’t outrun this life, the people need you. The threats and villains are only getting more dangerous,” Rex looked back up, locking eyes with mine in one of the most awkward staring competitions I've ever had. “... Say you don’t love me, say you’re done with this life and I'll let you go, I won't even chase after you.”

“... I’m done with this life.” I managed to get the words out, my hands clenched so tight I felt my nails digging into my palms.  I couldn’t continue looking at him, and I couldn't say I didn't love him. I’d be lying to both of us.

Rex felt as if he’d been shot, an aching pain in his chest he hated so much. He felt as if all the wind had been punched out of his lungs, tears watering in his eyes as a small show of vulnerability, he looked away so I couldn't see the tears threatening to fall, but I still could. He took a step to the side, his expression hardening as his eyes searched my face for any hints of doubt, and when he saw none- “Then go.” Rex gestured towards the road. “Go.” his voice came out a ragged and pained whisper.

I felt myself float above the ground, my feet hovering just above it, a nervous habit. A habit I usually did when I was upset or angry, trying to detach myself from reality, from humanity. “... Rex-” I tried to speak, but he cut me off. “No.” He spoke firmly, his body tense and rigid. “You said you’re done, so go.”

He’s trying to be strong, but it was tearing through him. His eyes stinging as he held back the tears. I stared at him for a moment longer, my bottom lip trembling as I hung my head low once more. “... I’m sorry.” My voice broke, my hands trembling as I floated past him out towards the road. 

Rex watched me go, my sob ripping through his heart, making the ache more painful. He wanted to chase after me, but his feet stayed planted as he watched my figure slowly vanish from sight, the dam finally broke and his tears began falling, blending in with the rain as it streamed down his face.

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Viviane.

I soared through space for a little bit, the tears streaming down my face freezing and breaking off as I flew, the atmosphere didn’t affect me though. Perks of being a cosmic demigod I guess.

Finally I landed down on Thagrea, a planet like Earth- Just made specifically for demigods and their children. Two people lived on this planet I actually knew, the only two people on this planet I trust.

I’d knock on a door and wait for either Mason or Xander to answer, they were my cousins, on my divine side at least. Their father, Ither, god of dreams and nightmares, was the brother to my mother, Dancia. It’s all sort of complicated.

After a moment, the door swung open, a tall and dark skinned man held a sword out at me with a stern look, but it faltered when his eyes laid on me. “... Viviane? What- What are you doing here?” He slowly lowered his sword, his eyes scanning past me and around the neighborhood as if he was expecting someone else to be with me.

“Xander I… I-I messed up, really bad.” My voice trembled, as much as I wanted to suppress my tears and broken voice I couldn't. Xander’s features softened as he set his sword off to the side and ushered me in. “Come in, come in. It’s alright. Tell me what happened.”

I sat on the couch and covered my face with my hands, letting out a sob. “I can’t do it. I can’t help Earth anymore, the one thing my mother made me do, and I can't. I ruined- I ruined the o-one good human relationship too, i think. I… I love him… And I just… Ran away. But I can't go back, and he won’t give up. He never knows when to quit!” I cried. Xander sat beside me, rubbing my back gently just as his twin, Mason stepped inside.

“It’s okay…” Xander murmured, flashing a nervous glance to Mason. “This… Guy you ran away from, does he know you love him?” Xander asked hesitantly, I leaned into his hand and shrugged. “I-I don’t know…” 

“Does… Does he know what you are?” Mason finally spoke up, his arms crossing over his chest. “... No. I never told anyone, the only one who knows is my father, and Cecil to an extent.” I sighed and wiped away my tears.

“...Bitch what DOES he know?!”

“Mason!” Xander looked at Mason with a bewildered expression. “What!? This guy has a right to know he’s dating a demigod, okay!” Mason threw his hands up in the air, in dramatic fashion as usual. “I wouldn’t want to date one of us, not knowing what we are or what we’re capable of!” 

“Yeah well that’s not helping her current mood, asshole-” I cut Xander up, waving my hand in the air. “No… He’s right. I haven’t been truthful at all about what I am, about my origins… It’s too late now though, he probably doesn’t want to see me ever again.”

BkDk (Pro Hero!Katsuki x Teacher!Izuku) Angst Oneshot

“I have a feeling you got everything you wanted.”

Izuku felt the back of his throat dry up as his phone blinked on. A news notification of Kacchan - of Ground Explosion Murder God Dynamight. His heart pounded in his chest, eyes blurring over the words as they skidded over the brightness of the screen.

‘Pro Hero Dynamight just hit #15 in the polls!’

He had his notifications turned on every possible platform with anything to do with Kacchan. He was happy for Kacchan. So why did every buzz and ping and vibrate, one after another, feel like a stab in the chest? He stood still, jaw sour with pain. Katsuki had been #16 for almost a year. He was happy for Kacchan.

Izuku’s face scrunched sourly as he contorted it into a smile which seemed to be more like a wavering grimace. He was happy Kacchan got to live his dream life.

“You’re not wasting time, stuck here like me.”

He was glad Kacchan wasn’t a ship being tugged down by the anchor Izuku was.

Izuku had long submerged - drowning and stuck in the sea bed; unable to rise again. He would never be able to pull his weight, swim back up, with no power in his body.

With no quirk.

He’d never be able to be a hero like Kacchan without a quirk. He’d never be able to fight for people by his friends’ sides - together and unified. He barely saw any of them anymore. It was like their disappearance left a hole in his heart. But barely seeing Katsuki was like half of him had been torn away from him.

Katsuki was everything, a hero with undisputable fame and power. Izuku was nothing. a quirkless stranger with nobody to help and no power to help with.

“You’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened.”

When we was trapped in that hospital bed, wrapped and tangled in wires, he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to hear it. He would never be ready to hear it and even now the words bang about in the back of his head as a constant reminder that he’ll always be nothing.

Being told he was quirkless again was like his fingers always skimming an open palm but never being able to reach for or hold its warmth - held back by tangled and twisted cables of veins that were barely pumping him alive.

Something like that, that meant so much to Izuku - that decided his whole life; his whole fate and existence, would mean nothing to someone as amazing and precious as Katsuki. It was… insignificant to an incredible hero like him.

“The world ended when it happened to me.”

It felt hopeless - worthless. Living felt like air was only swirling into his lungs so he could slam a shovel into dirt and push.

Everything Izuku has worked so hard for. Getting the quirk, clearing a beach, training his body, strengthening himself, late nights training and early morning spars, watching his diet, pushing himself as hard as he possibly could, breaking his bones along with himself and striving to be a hero.

Everything he’s done. What was the point?

Everything that Izuku has ever wanted to be, all he ever wanted to accomplish was always a dream he could reach out to, but never hold as if it was his - always grazing his fingertips.

“I have a feeling you got everything you wanted.”

Whenever he’s sat at his stupid desk, finishing stupid reports about stupid villains that nobody would gives 2 fucks about, he sees it. He sees the framed photo of Izuku beside his laptop - smiling so bright and joyful that he can’t help but let a small smile play on his lips as he finishes up.

It’s a tough pill to swallow when he sees Izuku happily smiling and Ochako’s story every several months. Or whenever he decides to, for some unknown and peculiar reason, take a longer route to his destination and catches a glimpse through Izuku’s classroom window.

He always looks happy. He always looks fulfilled - like he’s found his purpose in life. Even without living the dream of being by Katsuki’s side as an equal.

Katsuki’s gut always convulsed between the grasp of knowing Izuku was perfectly content without him and never needed him anyway - thrown away like a dirty napkin. His jaw might have trembled slightly as he smiled at the framed image but he continued with his life either way.

“You’re not wasting time, stuck here like me.”

He had to after all. He wouldn’t want to fall even further behind.

Izuku has already accomplished so much. He’s saved so many people and helped so many children learn of the hero world.

Izuku is so determined and dedicated…. and Katsuki is just slowly going mad; being strangled by paperwork, crammed between the four white walls of his agency’s top floor and the view peeking from the top of his laptop. The view of a clean desk with a nameplate and a few all might figures neatly placed on it.

Katsuki can’t help but sigh every time he looks at his ranking. He’s been purposely trying to hold himself back, but with the extravagant amount of hours he’s working to be able to afford Izuku’s suit, he’s climbing the ranks anyway. He absolutely refuses to hit the top ten or anywhere close to Number 1 if Izuku isn’t on the same level as him.

“You’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened.”

Katsuki knows for certain Izuku doesn’t know about the shithole he lives in - a kitchen and a bed with a shitty excuse of a tiny shower and toilet. He even has to wash his hands in the goddamn kitchen… or is the bedroom? Whatever.

Katsuki knows Izuku doesn’t know that he sleeps 5 hours a day and spends the rest of it working. Katsuki knows Izuku doesn’t know he doesn’t get time to cook and barely spends ¥2000 a day on unhealthy, convenience store food that’s bad for his body.

Katsuki knows Izuku doesn’t know about all the times he passes out from being overworked and the couple of times he threw childish fits for being hospitalized when he could be working.

He knows he doesn’t know.

“The world ended when it happened to me.”

He knows that he doesn’t think about the day he died. Not as much as Katsuki at least. For Katsuki, that day was like the world shifting into place - an eclipse with the cogs turning and the sound of a lock clicking open in his head. Everything made so much sense.

To add to the pile of things he’s never told Izuku - when he woke up after dying, when he woke up knowing the last thoughts he’d ever think, in the last moments he’d ever breathe, were spent thinking of Izuku, his life’s purpose made sense.

He’d always thought it was being a hero. He’d always thought it was winning. He’d always thought it was being Number 1.

And then he realized what he was without Izuku; how empty and lonely it would feel to be a second without him - to forever have to part with him and never see him again. He realized his life’s purpose was being at Izuku’s side, or even better yet - chasing after his heels until the day they die.

The day they die together.

Post- Magic reveal Merthur angst oneshot (as “We hug now” by Sydney Rose)

“I have a feeling you got everything you wanted.”

The smell of mold and dust chokes up the back of his throat, strewn over the floor of a musty, wooden shack he discovered while aimlessly walking in the middle of nowhere. Only 4 days ago, he had pushed the boat into the lake, watching it drift away as his mind was now.

His eyes burned with fiery tears, the tracks engraving into his skin with molten magic - the loss never to be forgotten, embedded into his cheeks. Merlin hiccuped for breaths whenever the full feeling in his nose returned. Oh how he prayed for Arthur’s return.

Even though his bleeding body had been returned to Avalon after being struck, Merlin somewhat knew he’d done good - even without lifting the ban on magic. Merlin knew he was a good king - having achieved and done much more than his predecessors ever did for the people of Camelot.

He had a feeling Arthur did what he could and he knew he would return when Albion’s need was greatest. At least he got the life he wanted as King, portrayed as a savior and a strong ruler - a glorious battle leading to his demise.

He lived a magnificent life.

“You’re not wasting time, stuck here like me.”

At least Arthur was frozen in time rather than being stuck on an earth that would keep turning whether Merlin moves on or not. He knew the world would go on without him. Without him.

How could he ever be part of an existence without Arthur? What would be the point in living? What would his purpose be? How could he have failed? What was there left to do? He was a nobody with no political power.

Why couldn’t they have taken Merlin instead? Arthur would be able to accomplish much more than Merlin ever could in the time he’d have to wait for his other half’s return. But it wasn’t like that.

He was stuck here - without hope, without meaning and without Arthur.

“You’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened.”

Merlin revealing his magic was insignificant compared to Arthur’s death. If he had done it much sooner, yes - there was the risk of dying, but it was a risk he should’ve taken rather than left so late.

Merlin wasn’t sure if Arthur would have ordered his execution on the spot if hadn’t been in such a vulnerable position. He wasn’t sure if he would have burst out in a fit of rage and attacked him.

But he knew Arthur had been heart broken - the trust between them was a taut thread with a blade pressed against it. Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of relief when Arthur talked to him again - when Arthur let Merlin care for him again.

“Why are you doing this?” he said, voice slurring and thick with emotion. “Why are you still acting like a servant?”

But he had never been acting. Arthur was everything to him. He would move planets and destroy galaxies to see Arthur safe, or happy. He was born to serve Arthur and he’d stand by that until the world falls to nothing.

“The world ended when it happened to me.”

When he threw up the words “I have magic.”, hoarsely whispering “I only use it for you, Arthur.”, he feared for his life. He knew Arthur was weak and vulnerable and would have to rely on Merlin if he wanted to survive. But he knew if his King ordered his execution he’d comply.

All the years of living in fear - spent watching sorcerers fight for their families and die. All the years he lived in Camelot - spent chasing after destiny. All the years he stood by Arthur’s side - spent protecting him. It all felt worthless. His life and its purpose felt meaningless.

Uther had ordered Gaius’s execution after Gaius had been a trusted member in the council for decades. After Gaius had publicly turned against his own kind to stand by Uther’s side. Would Arthur do that to him even after showing and proving he had the utmost loyalty toward him?

Merlin knew for a fact that his fear of losing Arthur and being unable to serve him by his side overpowered the notion of dying.

“I have a feeling you got everything you wanted.”

Arthur was glad his last moments were spent with his best friend - a man he cares for and loves. He was glad it was by his side that his life left his body. He was glad he didn’t have to die alone.

He somewhat knew Merlin had never trusted him. He knew Merlin didn’t love him the way Arthur loved him because if he did why would he never tell Arthur about his magic. Did he really think Arthur would kill him? After all they’ve been through together?

Arthur understood Merlin did what he had to. He understood Merlin was the only person there was for him. He understood Merlin would never want to hate or hurt him. He understood magic was a part of Merlin that would never leave him and he’d accept him as he was.

Merlin was a good man. He’d done so much for Arthur and there was no way he could ever repay him - not now as the last words lingered in his last breath.

“Thank you.”

There was a small guilty feeling swirling in the back of his throat. Maybe Merlin was even happy that Arthur had died; there was no King to persecute him. That would be everything he wanted, right? To be free.

“You’re not wasting time, stuck here like me.”

Merlin was out there living while Arthur’s carcass had been left to rot on a brittle boat in the middle of a cursed lake. He would get to do things. He would get to see his family and his friends and Arthur would be stuck here - trapped in the visceral bounds of time; choking him.

“You’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened.”

Arthur’s death must have meant nothing to Merlin. He was a powerful warlock - the most powerful sorcerer to ever walk the earth and Arthur just felt like some lousy king who accomplished nothing. He saved nobody.

He had blindly followed along his father’s ruling and assisted in the persecution of so many all of his life - carpet cleaning an entire community and race of people. It was only in his last days that he realised just how wrong he was.

Arthur was really the useless one between the duo - between the two men who couldn’t be more opposite. This moment must be so insignificant to Merlin who would live forever. There was definitely more important battles he fought and more important people in his life.

People more important that he cared more for than Arthur. Arthur’s death was a blip of his life that he would forget as if it never happened.

“The world ended when it happened to me.”

He had felt the life being torn out of his lungs as death scraped its claws down his throat, piercing his last words in its sharp nails.

Everything he was meant nothing.

None of his life mattered because he had never been the king he should have been - a king who helped and freed people. He didn’t even get to help Merlin. And now he’d never be able to see him again, never be able to beg for forgiveness again, never be able to thank him again - never be able to voice how much he loves him.

He wasn’t sure if his world ended when blood stopped circulating around his body or when he stopped feeling Merlin by his side.

SPOILERS!!! (for both MHA and Alice in Borderland)

I’m not one for crossovers BUT i desperately wanna write a oneshot where BKDK dies how Heiya (Akane) and Aguni do in Alice in Borderland. Except in a romantic way instead of it being a friendship.

Heiya, a teenage girl who was a complete bitch and acknowledged it and DIDN’T change.

Katsuki, a teenage boy who was a complete bitch and acknowledged it and DIDN’T change (until later on obviously).

She got thrown into Borderland and had to survive hell physically.

He was suffering with a quiet inferiority complex - surviving hell mentally.

She knew she was a bad person and thought she was paying for her mistakes in boiling death.

Katsuki believed he was a bad person in UA, in my opinion. He knew he’d never be as good as Izuku and would never be able to catch up. His admiration turned into jealousy and rage in middle school. I think him throwing himself into Izuku so Shigaraki would stab him instead was him attempting to start atoning for his mistakes and for bullying Izuku and starting to show he does care for him, yet even after he still didn’t believe he was worthy of Izuku’s forgiveness because of his overgrown inferiority complex. He also blamed himself for All Might’s death because he was insecure.

Heiya lost her leg, barely escaping death.

Katsuki sacrificed himself twice to prove himself, still thinking he wasn’t good enough after.

Her leg became infected and needed medical attention - a doctor promised her it in exchange for her body. She didn’t want to die and accepted.

This one is not a comparison to Heiya getting raped. It is a comparison to needing medical attention and im making that clear now. They were ‘in dire need’ of Katsuki’s firepower on the battlefield, Best Jeanist had said. Upon seeing Katsuki crying on the battle field, injured, Best Jeanist came up to him and told him “let me stitch you up” and “we can handle the rest ourselves”. Katsuki ignored it and was muttering Shigaraki’s patterns/ how to attack even while injured. Best Jeanist was shocked at how he was still fighting. Before Katsuki attacked he said, “use your first aid on the others” as if it would BE WASTED ON HIM and attacked shigaraki while bleeding out. 💔💔💔💔

Just like Heiya, he did what he had to do to achieve what he wanted. Their resilience is unmatchable.

Heiya had been shot all along her spine and in multiple other places. Yet she still, in the end, dragged herself to be by Aguni’s side. I think it really portrayed their amazing bond. In the similar way when Katsuki sacrificed himself, his final thoughts and memories were of Izuku and wanting to catch up to him.

Heiya bringing herself to Aguni when she, in reality, should have been dead, showed her extreme will to live. And despite the fact that Katsuki sacrificed himself to save people and win, him saying that he’d “break” himself shows his ambition and perseverance in the same manner i think.

Heiya and Aguni worked together (with the others obviously) to stop the King of Spades and alone in the forest in the same way Katsuki and Izuku work together (with the rest of the heroes obviously) to stop Shigaraki and AFO. Katsuki and Izuku also have a good fighting dynamic (e.g. the Heroes Rising Movie AND SO MUCH MORE.) and so do Aguni and Heiya (they survived the woods together).

I only have one kind of parallel for Izuku and Aguni as they are very different.

Aguni cared so much about his best friend he executed hundreds of people. He hated how corrupted the beach made Takeru (The Hatter) and blamed everyone there; it was wrong to kill all those people yet he did it anyway. He felt guilty for it, of course, but he still operated it.

IMO, Izuku is feral over Katsuki. He saw Katsuki’s dead body and blackwhip basically started choking himself from how much emotion he was feeling. He lost control when he saw Katsuki hurt in the same way Aguni lost his sense of self when he was pushed to/ felt guilt for killing Takeru. I feel like Izuku would definitely kill for Katsuki; going against his own morals. I don’t believe anything would’ve pushed Aguni to murder someone if it wasn’t for the fact it changed or hurt someone he loved, he was a caring person on the inside. This one isn’t talking about how Aguni and Heiya’s friendship but it’s a good comparison between Izuku and Aguni. Even with their opposite personalities.

There are definitely more severe differences than similarities. A lot of the parallels i made were definitely a reach but honestly idc i just think it’d be good angst and would probably write it even if Heiya and Aguni had killed each other (which they wouldn’t but still - it’s a really good death scene is my point).

Anyway a lot of these parallels are really lame, make no sense, probably shouldn’t have been made because one definitely outweighs the other. but idc but it’s fun!!!

i’ve been in an angsty edit mood lately :3

chat is it normal to be absolutely destroyed by your own edit? :,)

Idk what to put here, i just came up with last night half-asleep, did i cook?

pls rate 1-10, i’d love to hear how you think about it! :)

(i spent all day on this :,))

suffer :3 /pos

(frames redrawn by me :3) (Individual pages below)

Did i insert myself in this comic? Yes

do i regret it? Idk

did i cook? :p

Fic appreciation Friday-Day 1:

Today’s fic is fly away dove by @saturnsmoontitan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45852742/chapters/115398256

It’s beautiful ShikaNeji Fluff and Angst and Hyugaa family slander, 10/10

Also it’s 27 chapters, 111243 and still ongoing in case you wanna read

Friends don’t act like that

Tags: Angst, Short One Shot, POV Uchiha Sasuke, Bittersweet, Bittersweet Ending, disbeliet, Cheating

Length: 494 words

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto, Gaara/Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Sarada/Uzumaki Boruto, Mitsuki/Uzumaki Boruto

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke,

Uzumaki Naruto, Gaara (Naruto), Hyuuga Hinata, Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sarada, Mitsuki (Boruto), Uzumaki Boruto

Summary: Sasuke is attending Naruto and Hinata's wedding, thinking about all the times he thought he'd stand there in front of Naruto instead of her.

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A short one-shot I wrote because I saw a TikTok comment similar to the title

Start notes:

Hey so I've never written angst and honestly I just wrote this out of boredom, Demon Slayer fic coming soon stay tuned!

EDIT: I did add a few sentences cause I felt like it made the fic better

Fanfic:

(For a better reading experience, reader is recommended to listen to “Washing machine heart” by Mitski on loop)

As Hinata walks down the isle, all I can think about is, "How?" and, "Why?"

Call me stupid but I always thought I would be in her place. In a white tux, walking to the man that kept me awake ever since he kissed me one day when I was 13.

That wasn't our last kiss, it was the first of many actually.

Every single time he motivated me

Every single time he insulted me to try to prove he was better than me

Every time he haunted my dreams, after I ran away

Every time he didn't give up on me and looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his trying to take me home

Every time he kissed me after we were finally on the same side again

Every time we sl*pt together and told me I was, "the only one who could ever make him feel this way"

That was Bullshit wasn't it? Friends don't act like that, so they? Friends don't look at each other like they're the only person left in the world! Friends don't sl*ep with you and make you feel like the happiest person to ever exist in that moment!

Friends don't throw you away like trash on the street...do they?

And as I watch those two kiss I can feel that stupid redhead grinning cause we both lost, but at least I didn't get him. Gaara was always my love rival, I never expected Hinata to come out as the winner. He won too! He fucking won and he didn’t even get the guy!

As those two kiss I can feel that Naruto feels absolutely nothing. That could be the sound of my dreams of us getting married and adopt three kids shattering tho.

The only thing I can do now is give the Uchiha clan a new memeber.

Years later, as I look at Sarada in Sakura's arms for the first time in the hospital all I can do is wish that she would never experience the same kind of heartbreak I did.

That wish ,sadly, didn't come to true. As I watch Mitsuki walk towards Boruto on that same stupid isle, I glance over at Sarada going through the same pain I did. I then look at Naruto, smiling holding his wife's hand, the same hand that never stopped expl*ring my bo*dy in his office all this years, without an ounce of shame.

How can he even bare to look at Hinata after all the times he cheated on her with me? Am I not supposed to feel bad for Sakura while we do it? Have I just become some toy to him?

And as Mitsuki and Boruto share a kiss on the altar, the same thought crosses both my and my daughter's minds,

“Fuck the Uzumakis!”, for the tears they made us cry are shed by ourselves in silence, in the darkness of the night without anyone to console us.

End Notes:

I HATED slandering my boy Naruto

AND having to add straight angst at the end but it was worth it cause I love the end result.

If you want updates on my upcoming demon slayer fic you can follow me on my social here:

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Xoxo, Sasha <3

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Fractured Realities Au (aka context lol)

The Void

A state of emptiness in between Au’s. Space bridges and entities capable of Teleportation may catch a glimpse of these locations, but nothing beyond that.

However, ever since the Starscream arrived in the void, fractures started to form, wild portals that allow objects to drop in, as well as other life forms. And not everyone is friendly.

Jasper was tinkering with a teleportation device on the day they found themselves in the void. It broke down and resulted in a divide appearing in all three universes. The machine violently fused with Jasper's spark upon his arrival, granting him abilities akin to those of Skywarp and TC.

Silver was inside a dark energon mine when Jaspers' machine malfunctioned, leading to an explosion and a tiny shard piercing his spark.

Maroon found himself in the void with the Allspark atop his head. It attempted to safeguard its host by creating a portal back, but it wasn't quick enough. They believe the All Spark on Maroon's head is crucial to the cracks between the universes.

The main reason these idiots aren’t trying to kill each other at the current timeline is that they can’t stand the thought of being alone and trapped. Additionally, they need one another to find an escape (do they even want to escape anymore?). And finally, they just decided that it was way too exhausting to be enemies and became friends/comrades (after being together for a thousand years, they're just exhausted).

(This AU is where all my hyperfixations interact :D)

GUYS PLEASE I NEED TO STOP

what if..what if I made a Narnia DR where I originated from Narnia and when the Pevensies leave Narnia, I accidentally get sucked in with them and get stuck in England and have to adjust and hide my powers as I try to find any form of closure or resemblence with my previous home??? Like this DR would be pure angst wtf is wrong with me😭

I started reading the Chronicles of Narnia because I have been procrastinating on that for YEARS and I love the movies and it has a dear place in my heart but like AAAAA

Also, my MPHFPC DR is connected to Narnia b/c I have a silly headcannon that loops are found there too and can be accessed >:}

anywaysssss I might post about that if anyone is interested, for now byeeee im gonna go sob✌️

Angst early in the morning? Sign me up!

TW: talk of death, coping skills, grief, difficulty

The immediate life after Victor died:

We were all in shock, especially Wyn, and that resulted in us being completely nonverbal for about a month and a half. All that was heard in our home were wails and sniffling, and I would often wake up to Wyn, Olive, and Claire curled up to me on my bed with my cats.

It was awful.

Everyone wore mourning clothes for 3-4 years after, but Miss P still wears them in respect, and also the fact I know she hasn't gotten over it. I don't think any of us have

I remember Fiona and Hugh taking care of his side of the garden and bringing him fresh flowers to his room each day

Enoch had passed out multiple times a week of exhaustion from overusing his peculiarity, everyone, especially Bronwyn, begged him to revive Vic for even just a moment.

Horace sewed Victor a 7-day wardrobe completely by himself, and Miss P would change his clothes each day (while she sobbed, seeing her like that broke me, I would hold her tightly to help)

Olive and Claire wouldn't leave each other's side, every moment they spent together because of the fear they had of losing more family

Millard made an entire biography on Victor's life and keeps it by Vic's bedside table

Emma was very aggressive, she would burn down trees and scream a lot (outside of the house), part of her was having a difficult time knowing the truth of their lives and the loss of our dear friend

Miss P wouldn't allow me to run errands for her outside the loop for a while after that, she was completely terrified of losing anyone else

She became so overprotective that she would scan the house all hours of the day & night, as an ymbryne it is common to only have 2 hours of sleep, but even she was pushing it to 30 minutes.

I would consistently try to use my feathers to save him, I was so distraught that I would end up turning back to dust once a week from using all of my feathers. By the 10th time I had "dusted" (I use this term for when I turn into ash as a pheonix and then revive after another 24 hours) Miss P begged me to stop because it was starting to hurt me even more

What brought me to creating this post was the dream I had last night; it was during the 3-4 years we had spent mourning, in the dream I awoke next to Victor lying in his bed, I was bent over myself, clutching feathers, when Bronwyn and Enoch came in to carry me off to my bed, and then I woke up from the dream crying.

Lol not about to spend an entire night writing an angst fanfiction about my fav Obey Me! Character haha couldn't be me

Dabi hcs part 2 (random)

Late night ramble (barely proofread lol). I tried to put together some Dabi head canons, I tried to keep them realistic as possible. Not much fluff or angst to be honest, just random thoughts 💭!

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-When he’s been out for a while without doing his hair. He would come over to your place to try and use your bathroom to retouch his roots.

-Every time he does this, he would definitely leave random specks of black dye all over your sink and wall. (He tries to deny that he makes a mess every time)

-Steals random trinkets for you, but 90% of them are pretty useless and random. When he gives you these trinkets he would say something on the lines of, “I thought it looked cool” or “I found something cool”. Realistically he wanted to try to impress you on his finds.

-When the two of you hangout, he would bring you to the most shadiest/secluded places ever. He’ll somehow make the most of it for you, and the two of you genuinely enjoy your time out together. The two of you would mostly spend your time talking together about news,drama(within the league), and random conversations that have no correlation whatsoever.

-doesn’t smoke at ALL, especially with his critical condition. If someone is smoking near him he would get all dramatic and start (fake)coughing profusely.

-when his scars begin to spread around hard to reach areas. he would ask you to move his stables in the corresponding areas that needs it. Most of the time, you do help him but sometimes it can get real icky especially in deeper areas. Every time you help him, he’d crack jokes about his stables and health(these jokes were never that funny).

-chronically online when it comes to social media drama/hero drama. He pretends to not care about hero media but then spends hours on end on his phone catching up on it.(definitely a Instagram reels user)

-the driest texter ever, he would take hours, days, or even weeks to respond to messages(which is surprising since he seems to be glued to his phone). When he does respond, he’d tried to brush it off and say that he was ‘busy’. He definitely texts with at least 5 words or less depending on the situation.

-Following up with the dry texter idea, he’d also have dry jokes. He would say the most twisted jokes with a dead pan face(honestly this would make the joke funnier than it actually was).

-Do not leave food around him or he will take it and eat it. He’s not extremely picky with his food but if the food looks and smells good, he’s definitely going to take at least a bite.

<he was definitely a picky eater in the past before the Sekoto peak incident.

-He probably isn’t a fan of super sour or spicy foods. He probably has a secret sweet tooth. He got caught having a sweet tooth when the league began to notice that he’d always had some sort of sweet with him, which further exposed his little obsession with sweets.

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I hope you guys enjoy! If you have any headcanons for Dabi please share them, I’d love to hear them! <3

Hawks hcs

Side note: I’m going to keep these hc’s as realistic as possible. Similar to the Dabi post I did, most of the hc’s are going to be pretty angst. There might be some spelling mistakes since I made this kinda late at night lmao. I hope you guys enjoy!!

-the relationship is going to be pretty long distance, due to hero work( even more now because his new role of becoming president of the hero commission).If we’re being completely honest here,he is NOT going to there all time. There would be minimal interactions between you because of his work(he’s 100% a workaholic)

-when he does find time he’ll try and plan out a date for you. The dates would take place in cafes or lavish restaurants( he got money to spend). The dates would be used for you guys to catch up.

-When he’s busy with work he’ll try to give you quick calls to make sure that you’re okay. He’s very attentive when it comes to your feelings and is willing to listen to you talk about them.

-he might know a bit of sexual stuff but not fully since he’s been watched practically his whole life. If he does participate in it he’s going to be pretty experimental and vanilla. He’s not going to go all crazy in sexual activities but is willing to try things out.

-In relationship he’s definitely going to be a tease. He’ll tease you on little things you did in the past or recently. He’s ones of those people who can bring up something embarrassing you did years ago and still get a laugh out of it.

-He’ll physically show his love with hand holding, hugs, cuddling(if he even gets home on time to do it LOL), and kisses. The kisses would be pretty cutesy ranging from side kisses or smooches on the lips lol. Don’t expect too much though because he’s more of a gifting/ acts of service type of guy than an extremely lovey dovey guy.

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Kinda short but maybe I’ll make a longer one next time lol <33

Dabi hc’s

side note: This isn’t going to have any fluff to it, these are just some realistic hc’s I have for him. Most of these are going to be pretty angst. I hope you guys enjoy!

-He is NOT going to use pet names or cutesy nicknames. Don’t expect him to call you “doll” or “baby”, this mf is a straight-up loner and can barely understand flirting. He’s only going to use your name or a shorter version of it THAT’S IT!

-Kinda similar to the first one but if you try to create cute nicknames for him, I guarantee you that he would dip IMMEDIATELY. Calling him anything other than Dabi is a huge ick of him.

- He’s definitely not oblivious to sexual stuff but he’s probably not going to participate in it what so ever. He simply doesn’t have interest in it and definitely doesn’t have the energy for it.

-If he somehow does participate in sexual activities, it’s going to be very vanilla. Nothing flashy or fancy. He won’t mind being top or bottom. During it he’ll be pretty quiet, depending on the mood.

-In a relationship, he is going to be very lowkey and distant. He’s not going to put a whole lot of effort in the relationship but he will stay loyal if you’re loyal to him.

-He’s not going to take you out on romantic dates or spend cuddle time with you. The most he can do is hangout at your place or at a tucked away spot where the two of you can just talk.

-His way of affection is spending quality time with you. Physical affection for him is some hand holding, hugs, and occasional kisses. The kisses would be sort of awkward too, like let’s be for real.. he not going full French kiss on you (it would be shocking if he even knew how to do that). The most he can do is a side kiss or a little boop on the lips LMFAO.

-His way of joking with is you is by pissing you off. It’s pretty obvious that Dabi isn’t the nicest person so it’s expected for him to be a tease. The sly comments are constant with him.

Alternate part: This part is going to follow the scenario of if you were apart of the L.O.V. The first part was more of a broad following of hc’s.

-On missions with him he will not be interacting with you in a lovey dovey way. He’s going to be straightforward and focused on the task.

-If the fight gets too heated he would step in to at least make sure that nobody, including you, doesn’t die.

-He’ll try to watch your back as much as he can. Just in case if anything goes wrong or off track.

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So sorry that this post is pretty short lol, this is my first time ever posting. More will posted soon <3

The vengeful

Without the lighting

OMG YOU ACTUALLY SAW MY DRAWING- HABCIHDINWKNKBDUGUUSHISJO-

but yes- asl, morse code, and other silent languages are very helpful in warfare- here’s some more of my sketchy dump for you @eternalglitch

Also more other leo aus that i rlly like!

Cy.v1 leo - @ikemengoessbrrrrr

Ghost!leo - @ghostboisam and @itsbirdies

Sorry for ping-

Please draw/write more stories of your au, cause y’all’s are literally the only few that i really really enjoy, there was one or two more au of leo that i liked but i forgor cause I’m not mentally capable of rememberinggg 😭

Still artblocked but- IM MAKIN A FANFIC- yuh, the art’s by me- and the fanfic is just basically if master leonardo went back instead of casey so yeah- have fun

https://www.wattpad.com/story/319363171?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_story_details&wp_uname=X_writes_shit&wp_originator=zZq97ZMqQ2z4nDcFol5SNp1DeYtYQUs5CLrMkmdk62jOC%2Fad4EmoPraSu%2BX5xw2kESMRckhGimoztStMPJ4RjPYP3w1Kb7amBu2f8%2BS2TpsBee20WQRmXVrXFxLGSo9J

That’s the link ^

Wattpad

ROTTMNT Movie Master Leo AU

What if it was master leonardo that traveled back instead of casey jones? This is for them leo fans lmao, also trigger...

Ps: sorry I don’t have ao3, it’s hard to use especially how I don’t know the system well

“Look what you made me do”

”I’m sorry.”

“The old SoundWave can’t come to the phone right now.”

“Why”

“Oh.”

“Because he’s dead.”

Love will find you

The day you found out you were pregnant you panicked, you and techno never planned for a baby or even were together at the time so after a month of being sick and seeing him constantly worried you left that afternoon he went with Philza , techno came home to an empty house he next to rip the whole cabin apart, he panicked he called to Philza to help search for you for months. Techno was broken but you were broke too,you feared him rejecting the baby. You left to a village off the map unless someone made a wrong turn you wouldn’t be found. Which was perfect but here you are seven months pregnant, you had no ideas but techno left the cabin giving it to Philza saying until he finds you, he won’t return. But it didn’t take him long in two months. He was coming down the trail to the village, he walked into the village and saw you in a window to a home far from the main road and was going to go to you but stopped waiting till the night you wake up, screaming seeing a tall black figure, techno gets closer letting the moon shine on him, you gasp covering your mouth “techno”. He pulls the blanket but you grip it pulling it back trying to hide your nine month belly, he finally ripped it away and saw your belly. His heart broke millions of thoughts ran through his head, he gripped your arm “ who is it’s y/n, WHO IS ITS Y/N” you cry and look up “ it’s your techno, it’s yours. I was scared when I found out” you went on and on as he stepped back, his expression surprised but somewhat blank. It broke your heart, you tried to reach for him but he look down at you angry and gets closer “ you’re telling me, I spent months month’s thinking you were dead but no you you run away bc of the baby” he pinches his nose as he breaths heavy “ you dragged our baby MILES INTO THE WOODS” he moves forward and you step back sitting on the bed“ WHAT IF YOU GOT HURT Y/N, WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST TELL ME” you cry lightly and he groans moving forward kissing you deeply, didn’t know why you kissed back but you did. His kiss was full of desperation and fear and love, he pulled away running his hands down your back and side over your belly gently and cries lightly “ please just come home,please forgive me. I don’t understand what I did” you cut him off cupping his cheeks moving his long pink hair back behind is ear“ you did nothing,I..I..I was scared techno we didn’t plan for a baby and were not even together, I just didn’t want to get rid of the baby, I wanted to keep the baby” techno kisses you softly and runs his fingers through your hair and rubs your back gently,pulling out a ring “ I want the baby,the day you left, I was going to ask you to marry me y/n” your eyes widen you hide your face in his neck and sob wrapping your arms around his neck “ please forgive me techno” he kisses your neck and lifts your hand putting the ring on “ it that a yes” you smile lightly wiping the tears “yes..yes” he smiles “ shall we go home my love” you smile wrapping your arms around his neck, he smiles rubbing you belly “ let’s go home little one”.

if i could see you again - a flash fic

a/n: this is for two of my mha ocs (to clarify, they're siblings) and it's part of something bigger which i haven't started yet. i'll post profiles and art of all my characters when i can! i have so many it's kind of discouraging… (22 and counting 😭)

— for my hero academia, my original characters, very mild angst

if i could see you again, i would apologize. because the only memories i have left of you—the only memories worth recalling—are of me being spiteful.

if i could see you again, i would take it all back. all the 'i hate you's and 'i don't care about you's. i did care about you. i still do.

if i could see you again, i would hold you close. i would give you all the affections i never gave before, because you deserve the world.

if i could see you again, i wouldn't. because you deserve the world, and i can't give that to you.

if i could see you again, i would apologize.

and i would tell you that i love you.

Why is it, that y/n always ends up pregnant in almost every single fic with my favs?!?!

There's almost nothing to read for us who don't want kids or don't wanna be pregnant (I know its just fiction but still) 😮‍💨

And it's always the good fics that get ruined with y/n being preggo 😣