I have risen from the dead momentarily to say that this bnha manga new arc is scaring me.

Horikoshi needs to chill tf out playing with my emotions.

Okay bye.

Jk jk💕

Lol. I’ve been taking the time off with quarantine to work on publishing a series of my own, so fanfics are on the back burner but I have been writing in baby boom (hint hint) amongst... other things.

(Actually a webcomic I am working on rn is based on a old Todoroki fanfic that I wrote🤣 but shhhhh don’t tell anyone)

Also its based in Greek Mythology

Anywho.

I’ll see you guys very soon💕 (hint hint) love you.

Everything is Almight (Izuku x Reader~All Might’s daughter~)

Forbidden grounds.

Uncharted territory.

A girl’s house. 

For Izuku Midoriya, all three of these items might as well be synonymous. 

Girls were, and always have been, somewhat of an out of bounds, beautiful, enigma that he would see throughout life, but never had the will or courage to approach-- like panda bears, or fluorescent jellyfish. 

God, was he really comparing you to a jellyfish?

Izuku sneaked a glance at you as the image faded into his mind, but the smile you threw back at him as you walked by his side, sent him retreating-- scrambling for cover as he pulled the collar of his shirt up to mask his severe blush. 

He shouldn’t have looked at you when you were so close to him. 

It made everything much too real. 

He was really going to a girl’s house-- uncharted territory-- forbidden grounds. 

The surrounding world began slowly fading into black as the two friends neared their destination. Izuku gulped so hard, that you threw him a slightly concerned look.

‘That sounded painful,’ you nervously chuckled, “Hey, Izu, you don’t have to be afraid of my dad or anything. He’s the nicest person I’ve ever met! I’m sure the two of you will get along!” 

 The severe tunnel vision weighed upon the boy’s mind, but it didn't stop the rampant thoughts from racing around in there, ‘I wasn't even thinking about that. Oh god, Y/N is really strong. I wonder if her dad is just as badass as her… I’m so plain-- I bet all stick out like a sore thumb in her family. Oh my god, he’s gonna hate me.’

Unbenownst to him, he was muttering the entire time, leaving you to internally facepalm at your friend’s antics. Izuku was so damn weird. So damn. Jittery. So damn... adorable.

Your face soon matched Izuku’s heated blush.

“Well! Here it is!” you frantically called out, throwing your arms up to present your abode and knock those feelings away from you. Izuku gave a sharp, little jump at your words as you fumbled around with your house key. The shock from your sudden outburst and the impending dread that rattled inside of Izuku’s shaky chest, mixed up into an uneasy cocktail.  Nothing too fancy, right? Anyway, you can make yourself at home!” 

You opened the door, only to look back and See Izuku frozen to the spot, his eyes blank with fear, and his knees tightly buckled. 

You gave a deep sigh before grabbing him by the wrist and practically throwing him through the front door, "Make yourself at home! Don't be weird about it." you laughed as Izuku yelped and flew across the threshold.

"Dad!" you exclaimed cheerily throughout the quiet home, "I'm home and I brought a guest!"

Izuku looked around the house and saw small All Might figurines scattered in random locations everywhere. He knew that you were a huge All Might fan, but having memorabilia in every room of the house must mean that everyone in this house must love All Might. Izuku took in the sight and chuckled nervously to himself.

"I'll be out in a second! I'm taking my medicine!" someone yelled from a back room.

Izuku froze.

His eyebrows slightly furrowed and his mouth flew agape at the sound of the person’s voice. He recognized it from somewhere-- he knew he did, but... he couldn't quite put his finger on it. 

As soon as the man walked through the hallway, into sight, Izuku saw a wavey blonde drape of familiar, golden hair. It was followed by a sillouet that he had seen much of lately.  

Holy…

It finally hit him.

Izuku just about jumped out of his skin in at the sight. In front of you and him, was  the man who had recently begun to train him-- All Might.

The boy let out a long, high pitched whimper as the two males just gawked at each other awkwardly with their mouths opened. A faint white noise could also be heard as the atmosphere grew heavy.

You noticed the tension and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

Finally, Izuku broke the silence with a squeal, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, ALL MIGH-"

"MIGHTY NICE TO MEET YOU, MY BOY!" All Might interrupted, going to shake Midoriya’s hand and throw him a wary glance that begged “please for the love of god shut up.”

Izuku remained frozen in shock, his hand limp in All Mights grasp as you spoke up, "Do… you two know each other or something?" You tilted your head in confusion.

Izuku gave an awkwardly hard, nervous chuckle, 

"Nope! I mean-I don't think so."

"I have never met this young man in my life!"

The two males simultaneously exclaimed.  They threw each other one more horrified glance before finally breaking eye contact with each other and grimacing towards the ground.

Toshinori spoke up, "Y/N, my dear, why don't you go grab the trash and take it outside for me? Trash day is tomorrow." He tried to look earnestly into your eyes, but he couldn't help the frantic undertones in his voice.

"Awh…man. Can't I take it tomorrow morning? I just got in the house!" you complained. Luckily for Toshinori, you were more focused on not wanting to do the task itself, than on his suspicious behavior.

"I cooked some fish earlier today and didn't finish it all. I had to throw it away and I don't want it to end up stinking up the entire house!" he glanced to the side, 'This stinks enough as is! Shit.' he thought to himself.

"Okay, okay. I'll get it for you." you complied. As soon as you walked out of the house the two men started freaking out.

"DOES SHE NOT KNOW YOU'RE ALL MIGHT!?" Izuku gripped at his hair as if to contain the stress of the situation.

"Keep it down, kid! She likes to snoop! And no, she doesn't know! I'd like to keep it that way too!"

Izuku threw his face in his palm, "Just my luck! Of course, when I finally find a cool girl that talks to me, she has to live in the same house as my mentor!"

"With all respect young man please don't think of my kid that way... Ever." All Might twisted his face into an almost painful grimace.

"You.. dad… HER DAD?! SHE'S YOUR KID?!"

All Might bit his tongue in shock, "Yes! So please keep your teenage hormones in check, young man."

"Oh no! All Might's about to give me 'the talk!'" the young boy cried.

"I AM NOT! Quiet down before you blow our cover!" He threw a finger up as if to hush the younger boy.

You walked back into the home, "Is everything all right in here? I thought I heard yelling."

Izuku and Toshinori furiously nodded their heads.

"Mhmm!" the younger man assured, "Everything is All Might- I MEAN ALRIGHT!" he laughed nervously, "Everything is alright in here!" he corrected himself as Toshinori deflated in disappointment. How embarrassing. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep from melting away from this existence right then and there.

You sighed, "Oh... I know what's going on here,” you threw your hands on you hips as you shook your head.

The two men gulped, "you do?" they both asked in unison.

"Yep," You replied as she put her hands on your hips, "You're weirded out by all these memorabilia in the living room! It's not Dad’s stuff! My room in this place is just smaller than the one I had at my other home, so I had to keep some things out here for a while while I figured out what to do with them! Don't worry! My dad isn't as weird as he looks." you teased as both of the men sighed in relief.

After that day Izuku didn't really come by your place much. You simply figured that your father must have frightened him or given him the "overprotective dad" speech. Whatever the reason, your friend and you would have to hang out at his house whenever you hung out after school.

Fairy AU (BNHA x Reader)

Part 1: Izuku Midoriya.

It always shocked you whenever you saw the color green.

No.

‘Shocked’ isn't the right word. A better fitting word might reside somewhere along the lines of confused and bewildered. You see, the color green is not something that you found very often in the concrete jungle that you called home. In fact, you could count on one hand how many green items you saw daily.

There was the occasional street sign, the street light that blinked and told cars that they could speed ahead (any pedestrians waddling along be dammed)  and, of course, the rare plant. The sad saplings-- pathetic excuses for trees-- planted every so often in your metropolitan area had some ounce of green you supposed. When they were not dying or dead. 

So, in conclusion, green was not something you saw very often in your blue, steel, city life. 

So why then, is a small blob of green currently staring at you, pleading for your help across the marketplace.

Your eyes widened as the sudden eye contact as you peered into the cage.

Was that a… fairy??

You snapped your head away so rapidly, that you pinched a nerve; however, the pinch in your heart was much worse after that sight.

Goddamn it. 

You had made the careless mistake of turning your head ever so slightly toward the meat and deli and now, instead of finding a great deal on sliced ham, you had found a not so great deal of debilitating guilt. This scene was one Sarah Mclachlan, “In the Arms of an Angel” away from full blown making you cry. 

As the fairy's squeaks reached your ears you knew that you couldn't turn your head even further from it, yet you did suddenly find the loaf of bread in your hand very interesting. 

You concentrated on the bread like your life depended on it until finally you release your grip on the loaf with a deep groan, “Fine!” you exclaimed, earning a couple wary looks from the other customers as you angrily wheeled over to the meat section of the market.

The butcher face slacked in shock as you marched up to the register.

“How much for it!?” you furiously pointed to the fairy’s cage, not even bothering to give it a second glance. 

“Uh…” the butcher, obviously startled by your assertiveness, could only shakily point above his head to the price board. As soon as your eyes landed on the price for the fairy, your jaw fell to the ground. 

$1,500. USD.

“T-that’s gotta be a typo right? The decimal is in the wrong place!” you exclaimed with certainty, but the butcher only shrugged,

“They go fast, trust me,” he gave a short chortle, “We got a whole shipment this morning and this one’s all we got left. I thought for sure that mean blonde fairy bastard was gonna go last. The thing even bit me! I’m glad it’s ass is gonna be on someone’s plate tonight!” He gave a hearty laugh but you found nothing funny at all. 

“I’ll take it,” you deadpanned, causing the butcher to halt in his glee. He threw you an unsure look.

“Now, now, miss. I mean it. That’s the set price-- no bartering with me!” he shook a finger at you, and you only rolled your eyes in return,

“Yeah. I get the point.” you angrily grumbled as you rummaged around in your wallet and pulled out your card. You slammed the plastic on the counter and pouted away from the man, your eyes landing on your newly bought, little, green friend. 

That’s when you noticed he wasn't all green actually-- only his hair. He was average fairy height, at about 3 inches tall, and had a mess of glowing viridian tattoos throughout his body. His wings reminded you of a bumble bee’s.

His horns seemed to be sawed down, giving him an eerie, human-like appearance.

You tilted your head.

What an odd looking fairy…

The loud smack of your card being returned to you snapped you out of your trance. You quietly (somewhat begrudgingly) accepted your card back as the butcher snatched the fairy and shoved him in a plastic bag for you.

“Hey!” you called out, “Don’t hurt him!”

He threw me a puzzled glance, “It’s a fairy, they cant feel pain,” he flatly told you as if you were the dumbest thing on two legs.

A wave of heat rushed to your face, “I-I know that,” you reluctantly explained, “It’s just-- That’s my last two paychecks for you’re handling! So… so be careful!” you finished, grabbing the bag out of his hands and making your way toward the store's exit. 

You wouldn't be getting groceries tonight after all. ‘Or until your next paycheck for that matter,’ you internally sighed before raising your hand up to your face to glare at the bagged fairy, “You owe me!” you hissed.

The fairy’s tiny face threw a smile at you, instantly warming your heart as you noticed little microscopic freckles on his cheeks. 

The butcher gave a knowing chuckle at your retreating figure, “Must be one of those animal rights people again,” he muttered slowly under his breath as you walked away. 

Meanwhile, you gave another gigantic sigh, “My landlord won't allow pets and no matter how tiny you are, a thing like you is bound to get noticed in a city like this if I let you go,” you gave the creature a sympathetic look as you continue your journey home, “What am I gonna do with you, little guy?”

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Teeth (Kirishima x Reader)

A surge of fear chilled your veins as the reality of your situation dawned upon you-- the sensation froze every inch of your body as he neared you. Try as you might, the utter sense of dread, would not melt away. 

He came closer.

You searched him up and down, trying to find an opening-- you needed to find an opening. You couldn't just sit there like a dead fish, and do nothing. Your hands finally settle for his chest and chin. 

He came closer still, seemingly unaware of the inner turmoil ravaging your chest.

As Kirishima closed his eyes, he only hoped that you could not see that very same battle inside of his own chest. 

Finally, as your lips meet, your body melts.

All of your fear dissolves away as your body warms itself up against his soft lips, but for some reason your chills remain. They stay and morph into something much more electric at the base of your spine. 

You finally get what they mean by ‘sparks flying.’

Kirishima deepens the kiss, opening your mouth with his own as your lips fight for dominance, and your hands move automatically to the back of his head, grasping his hair for dear life as he begins winning over you. 

You felt your back hit the mattress beneath you, but you didn't even remember falling backwards. Your head felt so light-- it was like you were floating.

This was…

This was amazing. 

 Definitely better than anything your stupid mind had conjured up, previously. 

When you imagined what your first kiss would be like, you always imagined the worst possible outcomes: bumping your teeth, his breath stinking, getting cut up by braces--

As soon as the final thought passed your brain, you felt a sharp sensation slightly slice your lower lip.

“Ow!” you yelped, pulling back a bit to look Kirishima in the eye. Your eyes danced down his very concerned expression and then down to his mouth. Did he have braces?!

Your eyes fell upon his set of sharp, pointed teeth. 

“D-did I get you with them?” Kiri immediately scuttled away from you. His face delved into the same shade of red as his hair. Yours soon followed that warm blush.

You had seen so much of Kirishima lately that you completely overlooked his shark teeth!

Your mind fell into a deep pit of embarrassment, “No, you’re fine,” you insisted, but his fleeting glance to your lip screamed that he didn't believe you, “Well you did-- but it’s okay!”

Kirishima visibly lurched into himself-- curling like the forgotten corpse of a spider in the corner of a room. He threw his face into his hands as he shook his head and released a deep groan, “I’m so so so sorry! I really thought I had it.  I mean I practiced and--” Suddenly he stopped himself, throwing up his wide eyes to meet your own.

Kirishima really did wish he was that dead spider right about now. Did he really just tell you that he practiced kissing you?? How unmanly of him!

The red head gulped, hoping to swallow some of his embarrassment-- it didn't work.

“You practiced?” your question sent of pang of panic throughout his stomach,

“Well not like… practice practice. It was nothing really. Just the back of my hand. I totally didn’t look it up on a WikiHow either.. That would be… that would be weird, right?” he scratched the back of his head nervously. 

Instead of a clear answer, you simply sent him an outrageous fit of laughter.

Kirishima threw you a puzzled glance-- he didn't know whether to laugh with you or to look mortified, so he did both,

“Yeah… it would be weird, huh?”

“No!” you exclaimed through laughs, “It’s just funny because that's exactly what I did!”

Baby Boom (Bakugou x Reader)

Month 1, Month 2 , Month 3,

--Month 4--

‘SLAM!’

The front door crashed shut like ammunition through cannon fire. The sharp bang clapped and echoed throughout the small, otherwise quiet living space, and soon, three roommates filed out of their respective rooms. One by one, they inched out to get a glimpse of the oncoming storm: Hurricane Katsuki.

Denki warily removed his gaming headpiece as Bakugou whipped past his bedroom door, “Oh hey, Bakugou! You sure disappeared outta nowhere. We coulda used the backup in squads! Where’d ya go, man!?” 

The others listened carefully for the explosive blond’s answer, but got nothing short of an insult in return,

“None of your business, you damn idiots. GO DIE ALREADY!” and with that, Hurricane Katsuki simply slammed the door shut-- somehow even louder than before.

Kaminari, who had gotten the brunt of the explosion, was left wide eyed,

“Woah…”

Sero gave a low whistle as he shook his head at Bakugou’s shut door, “Looks like a wild Teenage Bakugou has entered the chat.”

Denki gave an abrupt, slightly uncomfortable chuckle at the remark, but soon gulped, giving his roommates a concerned gaze, “So… should we…” he trailed off.

Kirishima fervently nodded, stepping fully out into the hallway, “I’ll go check on him, guys.” He flexed before making his way to Bakugou’s room—a nervous habit he had picked up somewhere along the line to reassure himself before he dived headfirst into rough situations.

He looked back to his other two roommates one last time and threw a pleading glance as if to say “Wish me all of the luck” before giving a few slight knocks to the rage-secreting room, “Bakugou,” he called out, “You okay, buddy? I know that there is something up. There’s no point in hiding it…we can talk?”

No answer.

Kirishima gave a long sigh, “Well, when you finally want to talk about it, you know where to find me...” 

The other roommates sighed as well before both retreating to their rooms and shutting their doors. Kiri turned to make his way back to his room as well, but only made it a few feet before Bakugou’s door sharply yanked open a few inches.

“Where are those other idiots?” Bakugou’s eyes were redder than their usual vermilion as he glared out from the cracked doorway. Kirishima gave a thick blink in surprise. Had he… had he been crying?

“They back in their rooms?” Bakugou said very lowly. His voice had an extra hint of raspiness weighing it down, Kirishima noticed.

“Y-Yeah.” Eijirou quickly replied, startled by the unseemly sight of his best friend, “They’re prolly back on the game by now.” Bakugou did not say another word as he threw his door open a few more inches and marched deeper into his room to stiffly throw himself on the edge of his bed. Kirishima cautiously followed him-- this was as good of an invitation as any in ‘Bakugou language.’

Bakugou sat, glaring seriously at the floor in front of him, as if it offended him, and his leg bounced nervously. The red head uncomfortably cleared his throat. ‘Holy shit, what the hell is going on…?’  Kirishima had never seen him do that before, “You.. uh.. you wanna talk about it, buddy?”

No answer.

Kirishima waited a few beats before releasing another sigh and shutting the door behind him so that he could make his way to the bed. He sat down next to his best friend and simply sat deep in the silence with him. The two waited for what seemed like hours before someone finally spoke up,

“I got a girl pregnant,” Bakugou said very flatly, still glaring at the floor and bouncing his leg.

Horikoshi making Bakugou’s birthday on 4/20 knowing damn well that I’ll spend my day on tumblr fangirling instead of getting some faded dick:

“COKUGOU BLOCKUGOU✨”

He ain’t slick.

He. 👏🏾

Ain’t.👏🏾

Mf slick.👏🏾

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Bonus

Hey....😞

I don’t wanna write papers for school anymore but I still have like ten pages left. In the meantime, I found some really neat stories for you guys that I’ll reblog. I’ll keep you well fed, bbs ❤️❤️❤️

Wish me death luck