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nights-legacy · 8 months

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Body Snatched-Best Jeanist Platonic

Masterlist ~ MHA Masterlist ~ #2

Body Snatched Masterlist

1654 Words

Warnings: unwanted advances, unwanted touches, attempted assault, crudeness, violence (if there's any I need to add, please let me know)

+ You had been a sidekick under Best Jeanist for a few years. He had hand-picked you when it came to intership and working under him. You had become like family to him. So when someone couldn't take a hint and continued making you uncomfortable after you said you weren't interested, he didn't take it lightly. Especially when that person goes way out of line.

There were a few people in Best Jeanist's agency that you don't get along with. One especially because they would not take no for an answer when you turned them down. One day, after they got switched in a quirk accident with one of your friends at the agency, he decides to try as them. Too bad it gets to the head hancho before he could "convince" you.

Y/N's POV

"Here are the reports for the train accident this morning. And this is my half of the report for that Blackout villain from yesterday." I handed Best Jeanist the folders. He nodded while setting them in front of him. "Has there been any update on that mall attack from this afternoon?"

"Yes, it seems that the villain had a quirk that set off other people's quirks. The amount of people affected is still unknown as well as what all the quirks involved were." He explained.

"Damn." I bit my lip. "Anything I can do?"

"No. Some of the heroes are already returning. You have already put in over a full day. Go home." He looked away from his computer and I knew he was smiling under this suit. "I mean it."

"Fine." I left his office and walked through the agency. I greeted a few people and checked on some of the returning coworkers. I was just about to get to the locker rooms when I heard a familiar voice calling out to me.

"L/N!" I turn to see Mist Walker or Minato Kolby. the was my best friend here and had the power of fog and mist.

"Hey Mist!" I waved. "You were involved with the attack right?"

"Yeah but I'm alright." He smiled and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

"Good." I sighed in relief. "I was worried."

"I'm alright sweetheart." He said. The nickname was new. I could feel the energy shift between us.

"Well, I'm on my way home. I'm going to take a shower and get out of here. See ya." I waved and retreated to the locker rooms.

I quickly went to my locker and stripped out of my hero suit. I groaned in relief. The showers were very nice here. Jeanist made sure we were taken care of in everyway under his roof. The hot water ran down my back and over my sore muscles. The locker room doors opened but it didn't bother me. I swore I heard the lock shift though.

"Hello?" I called out. there was no answer. I quickly finished up and turned the water off, wrapping my towel around me. I walked out and looked around. The energy in the room was way off.

"Did I scare you?" Mist whispered in my ear.

"Holy shit! Dude!" I turned and hit him in the chest. I shook my head. He chuckled and I went to my locker. "Not funny."

"Maybe a little bit it was." I rolled my eyes and unwrapped my towel. I saw his eyes widen.

"What's wrong?"

"Um, you're naked."

"Yeah. It's not like you haven't seen it before dude." I began to dry off and dry my hair. I noticed he was staring at my body in hunger. "Kolby? You good?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, perfectly fine." He continued to stare which was very weird. I slowly rewrapped my towel around me.

"No you're not. You're staring at me as if I were your last meal." I said.

"And?" He met my gaze and shrugged his shoulders. "What's wrong with that?"

"You're married! And he would be pissed if he knew."

"What a minute, What?" He exclaimed. The look in his eyes told me he was genuinely confused.

"You definitely had something happen out there today." I picked up my phone to call someone when a simple text from Jeanist on my phone made me pause. Mist is Raven. Raven or Tanaka Daichi. He was another coworker that was almost obsessed with me. He wouldn't take no for an answer when I turned him down.

"So you and Mist aren't together?" I turned to him.

"No, we're not." I said, annoyed. "You just exposed yourself as Raven."

"Shit" He muttered. The locker rooms had quirk dampeners to try and discourage fights in there. I was upset about that because one on one, I could never beat Mist. He was stronger than me by a lot. So Raver in Mist's body was a recipe for disaster.

"Leave now. I've told you time and time again, I am not interested." He glared at me.

"Maybe I could convince you..." He started advancing on me. I stepped back and avoided him.

"Nothing you could do could convince me."

"We'll see." He charged at me and being only in a towel was a disadvantage. He was able to grab me and pull me back into his chest.

"Shit! Let go!" I tried to elbow him but he pinned my arms to my side. I squirmed and unforchunately, my towel slipped off. He laughed and let his hands travel across my naked skin.

"Well look at that." He licked my neck before grabbing my chin harshly. He turned my face and kissed me, sticking his tongue down my throat. I pursed away When he let go. He picked me up and took me to the floor. I tried to fight him but he pinned me to the ground by straddling my back.

"Get off!" I yelled. The room was getting stuffy and it was getting hard to breathe. I could hear him unbuckling his belt. With a hand on the center of my back he got off and pulled my hips up. "No!"

"Stop moving!" He sneered, molding his body over mine. I could feel him trying to enter me but was having trouble due to impatience.

"No, no, no." I began to panic.

As everything was getting too overwhelming and he was about to push in, he froze up above me. Everything went still and I was finally able to breathe. I risked a look over my shoulder to see him looking like he could barely breathe. I looked down to see his shirt was extremely tight. I took the opportunity to crawl away from him.

"Ah!" I was spooked when a towel was immediately flung over me. I pulled it in close and looked around. Best Jeanist stood at the door to the locker room. Tears clouded my eyes. Half from the situation at hand and then half from the embarrassment of being seen in this situation. I wrapped the towel around me, grabbed my clothes, and darted to the other side of the room. I hid in a corner.

"Get this seam ripper out of here." I faintly heard Best Jeanist snap as I got dressed. Silent tears cascaded down my face. Footsteps came towards me but I was too embarrassed to look up.

"L/N? Are you hurt?" I shook my head. He sighed and sat on the floor next to me. I shrunk into myself. "Hey... it's going to be alright. Maybe not now or even tomorrow. But this can be mended."

"I should have..."

"No." He cut me off firmly. "None of this was your fault. He is completely to blame. He broke his stitch. What he did was out of lime, unforgivable, and he is going to be cut and arrested."

"Okay." I nodded. He placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him. He smiled under his collar.

"You are not a broken hem that can't be restitched." I chuckled through the tears.

"Thank you." I said. He poked me into a hug.

"You're welcome." I hugged him for a while. "You are taking a required leave for at least two weeks."

"But sir..."

"If you argue I will make it 4 weeks." He said. I sighed and agreed. "I also want you to go see a therapist. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Okay. I will also be checking up on you after." He said before getting up. "Come on. I'm making sure you get home Okay."

"Thank you." I got up and got my stuff. We walked through the halls towards the exit.

"Y/N! Wait!" I turned to see Kolby running my way. I gasped. "It's me I promise. I've already been told what happened and I'm so sorry! Raven got knocked out and then we were switched. I had no way of telling anyone until I woke up. I'm so sorry, N/N."

"Kolby." I hugged him before pulling away.

"Mr. Minato. I want you to go to the physician immediately and then you are required to take at least a week off. Am I clear?" Jeanist ordered.

"Yes sir."

"Good, now I need to get L/N home."

"Goodbye Sir. Bye N/N. Get some rest."

"I will." We walked to the parking garage and to his car. Once We made it to my apartment, he ruffled my hair.

"If you need anything. don't hesitate to ask."

"I won't. Thanks, Jeanist. You've always looked out for me."

"You're welcome, L/N. You've become like family to me and I look out for my family." I smile and step out of the car. "Text me when you get inside your apartment. Okay?"

"Okay. Goodnight, Jeanist."

"Goodnight, my dear." I started to walk away. "Oh, and L/N?"

"Yes?" I turned back.

"There will be someone posted outside for a weele just in case. For anything."

"Okay." I turned and Went into the safety of my apartment.

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itsabouttimex2 · 7 months

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Platonic Yanderes

(Endeavor, Hawks, Best Jeanist)

Enji Todoroki:

His own child, whom he previously spurned.

He regrets it. God, he regrets it so much. The memories seethe inside him like an angry scar, pulsing in pain.

“I made dinner, Dad! I knew you’d be out late, so I stayed up to make sure you had something to eat!” He doesn’t sit down to to eat or say thank you. He grabs the plate from your hands and stomps off to his own room to eat, casting a baleful glare to you as he does. At least you’re good for something, he thinks.

He doesn’t think like that anymore. Do you know that, Y/N? You are worth so much more than he ever let you know.

“Hey, dad. You wanna go out jogging? Fuyumi grew out of her old tracksuit and gave it to me, and I wanted to see if-“

You cut yourself off when he glares at you, a withering look on his face. He stares down at you, a sneer turning the corners his lips. “You wouldn’t be able to keep up with me,” he snaps at you, walking away and slamming the door as he exits.

But you never actually thought you’d be able to keep up. You knew you’d fall behind. You just wanted to spend time with him, didn’t you? He’ll spend as much time with you as he can from now on, Y/N.

“Do you want to train with me? I’d be happy to put up some targets for you!” You smile, tiny bits of ice sparking on your hands. That smile doesn’t reach your eyes anymore, not when you’re talking to Dad. “There’s nothing you can put up that I wouldn’t melt right through. You don’t have the skill.” As expected, he turns on his heel and leaves.

He wonders how long it’s been since the two of you talked. You were there, reaching out a hand to him, trying to get through to his heart. You made offer after offer, and he struck them down without hesitation. Even without a scrap of love of affection, you kept trying to help him become a better person.

“Why didn’t I let you help me?”

He asks himself this question again and again, looking down on you. He always looked down on you, for being weak or sentimental or distracting.

Now he’s doing it in a more literal sense, staring at your feverish form on the bed.

Your severe sickness had been the perfect excuse to squirm back into your life. He comes in with nearly a dozen grocery sacks held in his arms, a steely and determined look in his eyes. Before you have a chance to slam the door in his face (not that you strength to do so right now) he walks into the house, heading straight to the kitchen.

“What are you-“

“Hush. Not a word, Y/N.” He’s dressed in his own expensive and tailor-made version of casual, not that it makes him any less intimidating. He places the bags on your table, and walks directly towards you, his hand moving to cover your forehead. He grimaces.

“You’re burning up, Y/N. Get to bed. Now.”

“You need to-“

He grabs your shoulders and spins you around, marching you to your room, checking the rooms one by one as he walks with you. Once he finds it, he pushes you towards it and pulls back the covers. “Get in.”

You’re frozen stiff, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, your estranged father busting in with groceries and literally marching you in around your own home, room by room. That pause gives him the chance to push you onto the mattress, tucking the blanket around you. “Good,” he says, sounding satisfied. “I’ll make you something to eat. Don’t move.”

He pulls the top off of a can of microwaveable soup, dumping the contents into a plastic bowl. He had wanted to just buy you something gourmet and professionally made, but Fuyumi had talked him out of it, saying you’d be better off with something simple and easy to eat. That you would be better off with him.

So here he is, a giant man trying his best to not break a tiny spoon as he pushes it to your lips. Now that you’re actually lying down instead of trying to work in your weakened state, your body finally gives out, entirely sapped of the energy you’d need to get up or tell him off for coming in unannounced and uninvited. With nothing else to do and a body that won’t listen to your commands, you let him him feed you.

It’s a tiny step forward, the first of so many to come. And he won’t stop until you call him your father again.

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Keigo Takami:

A young and innocent member of the League of Villains.

“I really appreciate you stopping by, Mr.

Hawks.”

You slide him a drink, sweet and fizzy and non-alcoholic. You’ve never actually served him anything with alcohol, not even by accident. He refuses to drink it, keeping himself sober and fully focused at all times.

You appreciate it, because it means one less grown man to babysit, one less puddle of vomit to mop, one less fight to break up.

And he appreciates that you don’t ask questions or try to convince him otherwise, because it means that he can do his job much easier.

“Did you make me something new, kiddo?”

“Yeah, I did! Club soda and cherry syrup and whipped cream!”

“Looks delicious, kid.” He takes a sip, and damn, it’s actually pretty good. “And tastes even better than it looks,” he praises, buttering you up in a way that aren’t used to. The other members, the real members of the League aren’t so kind. You’ll get an errant compliment or two, but mostly you gets nods, grunts of approval, and impatient demands for refills.

But Mr. Hawks is relaxed and charming and actually talks to you outside of ordering drinks. It’s easy to trust him.

“Got any news for me, kid?”

Maybe a little too easy, with the way you spill out all the gossip you’ve overheard, bits of information that you would’ve never considered critical or even important. And all the while, he grins and sips his drink, listening very, very close.

You’re betraying your own teammates, and you don’t even know it, he thinks to himself. And why? Because you’re just a good kid, a lonely kid? A sweet and polite kid, in spite of being surrounded by literal killers and remorseless criminals.

More than anything, he feels bad for you.

Especially when he catches you drinking.

You sniffle, a red handprint outlined on your cheek, and bruising from a rough hand encircling your wrist. You tip the shot glass back, trying to take a another sip.

But something soft blocks your lips, soaking up the alcohol before it can enter your mouth. You set the shot glass down, opening your red-rimmed eyes. A feather, hanging midair, separating your lips and the glass.

“You’re still a bit young for that kind of coping, kid. Give it a few more years, and then you can start.”

His voice is soft, and he takes your wrist to turn it over, looking at the outlines left behind by rough, grasping fingers.

“Who was it?”

A flash of something fierce and angry, protective and nurturing. His eyes sharpen and then that sharpness fades, gone in an instant. He switches to laid-back and unaffected in a moment.

“C’mon. Just one word, and I’ll make sure they don’t mess with you again. Can’t have my favorite bartender making my drinks with a bruised hand, after all.”

You give him a name, fighting back tears. You aren’t supposed to cry. You aren’t supposed to break. You need to be strong and useful or you’ll get thrown out, nowhere to go and no one who wants you.

No one who wanted you until you met Hawks, that is. He’s sure you’ll know that soon, when these villains are brought to justice and he takes you into his personal custody, under the guise of rehab.

He hooks an arm around your shoulders and when you lean into his side, starved for warmth and comfort, he slips a feather into your pocket. A sign that he’s there, that you aren’t alone.

You won’t be alone again.

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Tsunagu Hakamada:

A shy, insecure UA student who performs well at the Sports Festival.

You aren’t the usual kind of student he’d take under his wing. You stumble and stutter and whimper and then you crumble and hide yourself away. You have no self-esteem, no confidence, no sense of personal worth.

But your fighting prowess is impossible to deny or ignore. You might not have any self-worth, but you’ve got enough skill to make up for it.

“Fifth place”, he starts, while combing through your hair, “Is very impressive, especially for the school in question. You went up against skilled and varied opponents, and beat out all but four. Be proud.”

He doesn’t see the need to use Fiber Master on you. One single command of “sit” had you on the stool, holding as still as you could while he fixed your unruly hair, swept and tangled by the wind. You are certainly a well-behaved student, listening closely to his words, blushing at his praise.

“I was scared,” you mumble, in a sudden show of honesty. “I thought I was gonna mess up in front of everyone. With all those cameras. And everyone watching.” He’s won you over quickly, his unshakably calm yet supportive and patient personality providing you with the comfort you need to open up to him.

“And you did not. That is admirable.”

You blush a little deeper. Clearly, you are receptive to praise and positive attention. Building you up as a properly confident student and hero-in-training becomes one of his priorities.

He finds himself enjoying your presence. Something as simple as children running up to you to ask you about the sports festival, asking you to show off your Quirk for them has you looking up to him for approval, for his consent. He gives you a nod, carefully regarding your actions. You do decently with people when someone is behind you with a supporting hand on your back, it seems.

Then it’s teenagers, some classmates, some friends, occasional newfound fans. Every now and then, an outright admirer. Usually, you hide behind him, eyes down, arms wrapped around yourself. He interferes personally on the last ones, politely but firmly rejecting them on your behalf, nudging you along to continue your patrolling. You mumble a thanks, staying close beside him.

For adults, it’s two drunkards who laugh and sneer and shout obscene things about what they’d do to a shy schoolgirl like you if they got the chance. One whips out his phone to take a picture of you, only to drop it in his drink when the cuff of his sleeve tightens around his wrist like a snare. Tsunagu ushers you to a bench, draping his jean jacket around your shoulders gently. “You need not worry. I will be right back.”

He’s a dreadfully powerful man, in terms of both influence and Quirk. In seconds, both men are bound tightly by their own clothes, and in a matter of minutes, police officers are stepping in to take them into custody for sexual harassment.

He clicks his tongue in distaste, watching them get carted off. “Some people simply have no moral fiber.”

The way you look at him right then reminds him of why he became a hero. Not only to save lives, but to instill peace and hope into the hearts of those around him.

And he starts to like being around you. You look to him, not only for safety but for guidance and even for comfort. He offers it to you, watching closely as you fall deeper into the web that he weaves, one where you are safe and secure and utterly oblivious to your own entrapment.

And the longer you stick around, stumbling after him like a newborn fawn, the tighter and thicker those bonds grow. You can’t ever leave him.

But why would you ever want to leave him?

#platonic yandere #MHA #yandere mha #Yandere Enji Todoroki #Yandere Keigo Takami #Yandere Tsunagu Hakamada #Best Jeanist #Tsunagu Hakamada #Endeavor #Enji Todoroki #Hawks #Keigo Takami #Teenage Bartender

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battydora · 1 year

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I hate summer but I bet tsunagu doesn't

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 2 years

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Uncontrollable laughter <3

I was thinking about these two (as I always do) and different friendship dynamics, and one of my favourites is where situations are like:

Sitting in silence -> random eye contact -> uncontrollable and constant bouts of laughter for no reason, that just don’t stop 🥰

And this applies to these guys most definitely- they will sit there and just start laughing for no reason.

(I think this is the happiest I’ve ever drawn these two-)

@chiggersmcnuggies @chaotic-trash-can <3

#bnha #eclair’s art #edgeshot #best jeanist #hakamada tsunagu #kamihara shinya #mha #edgejeanist #whether you see these two as platonic or romantic-#this dynamic is top tier #and is them #they are the best of friends and laugh together and you vsnnoy change my mind #*cannot #never drawn Shinya laughing this hard and it may be a lil ooc for how I usually draw him but shush #he’s allowed to laugh this hard #laughs so hard his soul departs from his body #I love them sm

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silver-psychopath · 1 year

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It's very telling that what's happening RIGHT NOW in CANON (Bakugou outright being confirmed as Izuku's main weakness and it being exploited by villains, causing him to go a little feral) is literally always a massive plot point in most BKDK fanfictions. And has been even before any of this last arc.

Like, Bakugou may be almost completely dead (literally being held together with Best Jeanist's string and Edgeshot folding himself into a fucking temporary heart or whatever) but BakuDeku shippers are literally winning so bad right now.

Even if they never kiss at the end of the series or if they somehow end up marrying/dating someone else, it's literally being confirmed in these last chapters that Bakugou would die for Izuku as much as (if not more) Izuku would die for his Kacchan.

Horikoshi has proved time and time again that Bakugou is sincerely apologetic for the shit he put Izuku through as kids and he's not only apologised verbally but Bakugou has also done multiple gestures physically (helping Izuku better himself in training, attending his talks with All Might and giving them a fresh perspective during discussions, literally throwing himself in front of Izuku and AFO!Shiggy's deadly spikes).

Horikoshi himself, the literal fucking writer and author of the series, is currently telling us that these two mean more to eachother than anything in the world, that the one most important person/thing to Izuku, the one thing that would destroy him to lose, is Bakugou. Not Inko, not All Might, not Uraraka, but Bakugou.

He's proving that they treasure and love eachother more than anything in the world, Izuku gave up being a hero and became a temporary Vigilante for weeks because he knew AFO was coming after him and he wanted their meeting to be as far away from his loved ones as he could, Bakugou almost gave up his fucking life for Izuku (and Bakugou has proven before that he values becoming the number one hero, you can't do that if you're fucking dead). His possible last thoughts are of Izuku and if Izuku thinks he (Bakugou) finally good enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with him (Izuku), a far cry from middle schooler Bakugou thinking Izuku was beneath him for years.

They love eachother, wether that's platonic, romantically or otherwise. But they love eachother. And that's what BakuDeku is about. Love.

This whole series has been leading up to the two of them finally reconciling and overcoming all of their history to start something beautiful and amazing.

We. Are. Winning.

#bakudeku #bkdk #bakugou katsuki #bnha #mha #midoriya izuku #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #deku #Kacchan #dkbk #dekubaku

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gaybananabread · 10 months

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Hii! Would you mind writing a tickle fic (platonic) with lee bakugou, and lers top 3 heroes (endeavor, hawks, best jeanist). Thank you so much in advance!! P.S. please no foot tickles

Oooo interesting group! And you're welcome! Fair warning, it's a touch angsty before the fluffy stuff. I had an idea and kinda went with it (it's a long one), hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Bakugou

Lers: Endeavor, Hawks, Best Jeanist

Summary: When given a special chance to train and work with the Top 3 Heros, Bakugou can't seem to get anything right. His temporary teachers notice, and decide to give him a morale boost.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

Bakugou, to put it simply, was blowing it. He had been invited to train with the Top 3 Heros for a month, and he really wanted to impress them. He would never admit it, but their approval meant everything to him.

He would get training from one of them a day. After a training session with each, they gave him pieces of advice.

Hawks said to relax, to let his instincts take over and his anger fade. Fight them, but don't give it your all at first. Figure them out, their moves and styles. He wanted him to see the whole picture before really attacking.

Endeavor said to use his anger, to fuel each attack with his never ending supply of rage. He wants him to use his outrage against his opponents.

Best Jeanist wanted him to focus, to come up with a careful plan before attacking. Like making clothes, each stitch in your plan is important. He wants him to carefully plan out his actions before attacking.

Now, dear reader, try and apply all of those at once. You'll find it quite difficult. You can't really relax and be angry at once, or at least Bakugou couldn't. And how was he supposed to plan out his actions and let his instincts take over? So, when his first battle after their sessions came up, it was a disaster.

The Top 3 had been called to take down a villain trio that was terrorizing civilians. They decided this was Bakugo's chance to prove what he learned, and would observe from afar until he needed their help.

That turned out to be faster than they thought.

The blonde went into the fight already stressed. Letting the Top 3 down wasn't an option, so their advice was playing through his head on loop. When he saw the villains, he tried his best to follow each piece.

He went after the flying one first. He tried to use his anger first, while also going with the flow. He sent a huge blast up at the flying villain, ignoring the others for the moment. That was a bad idea.

When he was fighting the flying guy, the super strong one chucked a car at him. He dodged it, but the bird villain flew up and away from him. So much for going with the flow...

Try to plan it out. He looked around, trying to form a battle plan. Against strong guys, bigger attacks from behind work better. Probably. He really shouldn't have missed that lecture. Though he was on house arrest. Well, dorm arrest.

Stuck in his own head, Bakugou didn't notice the third villain coming up behind him. This guy had a water quirk, and sent a huge wave crashing down on him. Before he could set off a single blast, he was caught up in the wave.

This is when the pro heros joined the fight. Hawks swooped in and grabbed Bakugou from the chaos, dropping him onto a tall building before joining the fight.

Best Jeanist took care of the water guy, while Endeavor fought with the strong villain. Hawks tangled with the flying one, sending a barrage of feathers his way. Soon, they had the trio beat and on their way to prison.

On the building, Bakugou felt awful. He had fucked up his shot to impress them. Instead, he practically blew the mission. All he had to do was follow some advice and fight a few villains. He was supposed to be number one, but he couldnt do something easy for ACTUAL top heros.

They went back to the agency, Bakugou's mind racing the entire way.

...

The pros had noticed the explosive teen's mood shift almost immediately. For one, he was quiet the entire way back to the agency. His scowl was replaced by furrowed brows and a slight frown.

Hawks had tried to talk to him, but got a half-assed "whatever" before the blonde walked off. He went to Best Jeanist, knowing that Bakugou had interned there.

The denim hero sighed when Hawks asked him. "He feels guilty for not stopping the villains. I'm no professional, but I'd wager that his self-worth is impacted by his performance, especially in front of people he idolizes. And he didn't do very well today."

That... actually made a lot of sense. He had seemed stressed before the fight, and it hadn't gone the way anyone expected it to. That trio was low-level, an easy takedown. Why did Bakugou seem so off his game?

Hawks needed to find out. He had already tried talking to him, and you know how that went. A plan was slowly forming, but he would need the other pros.

"Hey, Jeanist, mind helping me with him?" The pro, of course, agreed to help. Now, to get Endeavor on board. Eugh boy...

The firey hero was doing paperwork, and seemed annoyed at their entrance. "Yes, Hawks? And hello, Jeanist."

Okay, rude! But he was used to it. Hawks walked over to the desk, resting his hand on the form Endeavor was filling out. "Mind helping us cheer the kid up?"

He glared at the winged hero, setting his pen down. Sighing, he rubbed his temples, as if already sick of Hawks. "And why can't you do this yourselves?"

"Because, he feels like he disappointed all of us. If you're not there, he'll think he especially let you down. And you're #1, so it'll make him feel even worse."

With a groan, Endeavor stood and followed his peers to Bakugou's room. He may be a jerk, but he's not going to intentionally make a kid feel bad.

In his room, Bakugou was sitting on the bed, going over the fight. He was picking out every little thing he did wrong, mentally beating himself up. His knee was tapping like crazy, his body's way of trying to get some of the stress out. It helped, but not enough to do anything.

Best Jeanist was the one to knock, asking to be let in. He didn't mention the other two, thinking it might deter Baku from letting them in.

The knocking snapped him out of his daze, and he walked over and opened the door, trying for a scowl. It quickly faded to a shocked frown when he saw all three pro heros at his door.

He blinked before waving them inside with a huff. The blonde moved away from the door, standing awkwardly by the bed. Hawks and Jeanist approached him, Endeavor hanging back near the door.

Hawks was the first to speak. "You seem a bit down, kid. Mind sharing?" It was a bit blunt, sure, but it got to the point. He had a feeling that would work best with the explosive teen.

"I'm fine, KFC. Quit mother henning me." No cursing, but there were some good bird jabs. Endeavor chuckled from behind. That's a decent sign, I guess.

Jeanist was next. "Bakugou, we know you're feeling bad beacuse of the fight. We just want to know why, and what's been on your mind." His tone was just soft enough. Not pitying, but just concerned enough to make a person feel cared for.

This seemed to loosen him up a bit. He crossed his arms, but he was squeezing himself a bit more than necessary, scowling into his lap. When he spoke, it seemed to pour out of him, as if he'd been saying it silently for hours.

"I... I fucked up. I tried to follow all of your advice, but I'm too much of a dumbass to know how. I screwed up my shot in the fight, and needed to be fucking saved and taken away so you could wrap it up. I disappointed all of you in seconds. I tried so hard to do what you said, but I fucked up every piece of advice you gave me."

Bakugou seemed less than okay, now visibly upset. That was more than he normally expressed, and let the three of them know that this was really bothering him. Best Jeanist was the first to comfort him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Bakugou, you did not disappoint us. Everyone has off days, and nobody wants to mess up in front of people they admire. We may not have given the best advice, and it wasn't fair to tell you three different things and expect you to perform them all flawlessly. If anything, were the ones who messed up. We made you feel like this, and didn't work together to make sure you got the best training possible."

Everyone in the room was a bit shocked. He said it so calmly, and sounded genuinely concerned. Bakugou bit his cheek, trying to keep his emotions in check. He did look less upset, though he still had that sad air to him.

"Kid, nobody blames you for messing up. We don't expect you to follow every piece of advice we give you. It's all good. So relax, would ya?" Hawks came over now, poking him in the ribs. He did not, however, expect the jolt and surprised grunt the action received. The hero quickly put two and two together, a smirk forming on his face.

"You know, you really should smile more. You're gonna have a buncha wrinkles before you're thirty with all the scowling you do." He nodded at Jeanist, trying to get him into the mischief about to ensue. He chuckles and nods, silently agreeing to help.

"Hey Endeavor, mind coming over here?" The firey pro huffed before approaching the three, knowing he'll get roped into it either way. He came up behind the blonde, already knowing what they'll ask of him.

Bakugou realizes what's happening a second too late. Endeavor hooked his arms under the teen's, successfuly restraining him. Well, kinda. He was still kicking out, trying to keep them away from him. "No! Fuck off!"

Hawks chuckled at the small giggle. "What? We haven't done anything. Yet." The tease in his voice was almost suffocating as he wiggled his fingers. "Jeanist, mind helping us with his legs?"

The teen glared at him, almost betrayed. The pro gives him a knowing yet apologetic look before using his quirk to restrain him. He wrapped some threads around Bakugou's legs, keeping them from getting kicked to death.

Hawks smirked before running his fingers up and down his ribs, moving slowly. Baku's face scrunched up, holding in any reaction. A small blush formed on the blonde's face as he struggled.

"Playing hardass, huh? That's okay, I can do this for hours." Hawks smirked as he added his other hand, running his fingers up and down both sides of the teen's ribcage. "Wanna get in on this, Jean?"

Jeanist chuckles before joining in, poking at Bakugou's belly. Little titters escape him, his efforts to stay stoic failing.

The fingers on his ribs traveled higher, getting dangerously close to this death spot. "S-stohop! Screw you ahassholes!"

Hawks stopped, giving Bakugou a dangerous look. The teen squirmed, thankful for the break, but weary of the pro. "Assholes, huh? I guess we've gotta live up to that title. Jeanist, where do I go?"

The denim hero chuckled, shaking his head. "Sorry Bakugou. Upper ribs, right below his armpit." The teen let out a squawk of betrayal, glaring daggers at his former mentor. He didn't have a chance to yell, as Hawks used both hands to attack the spot on both sides of his ribcage.

"GAH! NOHOHO, YOU TRAHAHAITOHOR!" He thrashed as much as they would allow, Endeavor struggling to keep a good hold on him. The teen's laugher filled the room, loud and boisterous.

The winged hero seemed thrilled at his reaction. "There we go! Was that so hard?" Bakugou narrowed his eyes, trying to look menacing. It didn't work, what with all the laughing and squirming. "YEHEHES! GET OHOHOFF OF MEHE YOU- JEHERKS!"

Not wanting to get in any more trouble than he already was, he filtered the name. They got the point. Doesn't mean they're gonna listen to it.

"No, I don't think we will. You can brood later, but for now, you're gonna laugh." While his hands tormented Bakugou's ribs, he sent out a few feathers to mess with his neck. Best Jeanist was on his belly, poking and prodding the sensitive skin.

Bakugou was reeling. This is so fucking embarrassing! The three best heros, all tickling him! It was bad enough when just Jeanist found out, but all three? His pride was dead.

"STOHOHOP! GEHET OHOFFA MEHEHE!" He arched his back, thrashing as they tickled him. His death spot alone was maddening, but his belly and neck as well? He was done for.

Jeanist poked around, kneading his thighs experimentally. This caused the blonde to snort, surprising all three heros. Determined to kill the teen, Jeanist stayed on his thighs, forcing snort after snort out of him.

"OHOHO MY FUHUCK! *snort* QUIHIHIHIT IHIT!" He thrashed against Endeavor, trying to break the hero's hold on him. The pro held strong, clearly not about to let a teenager best him. "LEHET- *snort* LEHET ME GOHOHO, OHOHOLD MAN!"

Endeavor scowled at this comment. "I'll show you old man, you brat." He gathered up both of the student's arms in one hand, using the other to roughly tickle his side. This seemed to work, Bakugou's laughter reaching new heights.

Tears of mirth pricked the corner of his eyes, the tickling overwhelming. He was nearing his limit, his cheeks bright red from both laughter and embarrassment. He shook his head, trying to shake the feeling out. It didn't work.

"STOHOHOP! *snort* DAHAMN IT, GEHEHET OHOHOFF MEHE!"

Hearing the slight rasp in his laughter, Hawks stopped, motioning the others to follow him. They also quit, Endeavor releasing his arms. Bakugou all but collapsed, falling back on the firey hero. He held the boy up with a chuckle, amused at his reaction.

Bakugou was still softly giggling, sucking in air as he tried to calm down. "Youhuhu... you guhuys suhuhuck!" He weakly pointed to the three of them, too tired to do much else. The fight, plus the tickling, had thoroughly worn him out.

Hawks ruffled his hair, earning a growl in response. "Well, at least you aren't sad anymore. Next time, if we're not making sense, tell us. We'll fix it, okay?" The blonde nodded, groaning.

Endeavor laid him on the bed, getting an appreciative groan from the teen. They left the room, Jeanist giving him a quick pat on the head before closing the door behind him. All three heros had smiles of some sort on their faces.

Bakugou, exhausted and embarrassed, closed his eyes. He knew they cared, but nobody could have expected what they did to cheer him up. He sprawled out on the bed, deciding to sleep it off.

Ugh, how am I gonna train with them after this?

#mha #lee!bakugou #ler!best jeanist #ler!endeavor #ler!hawks #ticklish!bakugou #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #mha tickles #mha tickle #my hero academia tickle #my hero academia #mha bakugou #best jeanist #mha endeavor #mha hawks

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bisexual-queenie · 7 months

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Could you please post some Mha Pro Heroes head canons. By pros I mean the current pros.

Of course! Im super happy I got this ask!

(Trigger warning: A very small mention of a cult, but its not explicit)

All of nationality headcannons:

Mic: Half Japanese Half Italian

Edgeshot: Half Japanese Half Thai

Nighteye: Half Japanese Half Vietnamese

Miruko: Half Japanese Half Dominican

Mount Lady: Half Japanese Half Swedish

Present Mic, Edgeshot, and Nighteye are neurodivergent (ADHD, ADD, and Autistic respectively).

The Lurkers have a groupchat that was supposed to be for professional uses only, however it soon became so much more chaotic in a matter of minutes. People think Edgeshot, being the leader and all, created it, but it was actually Kamui (bless his heart by thinking it was gonna be professional). Edgeshot and Mount Lady quickly filled the chat with as much chaos as they could muster in 5 minutes.

Present Mic remembers every pro hero’s birthday, and you bet your ass he throws them the most spectacular birthday party ever (and by spectacular I mean the party fits what that hero is most comfortable with. If the hero in question doesn’t like huge elaborate parties, the party is more quiet and private. If the hero is a known party animal, then the room quickly becomes an elaborate house party)

Edgeshot and Ryukyuu know how to professionally throat sing. (Listen to “Genesis” by Otyken as a reference thats where I got this one lmao)

Some headconnons regarding pronouns and sexuality! (Please note these are no way cannon whatsoever, but rather something my brain think about a lot)

All Might: Cis Male — He/Him (Bi)

Eraserhead: Cis Male — He/Him (Gay)

Present Mic: Genderfluid — He/She/They (Bi)

Midnight: AFAB NB — She/They (Pan)

Ingenium (Tensei): AMAB NB — He/They (Bi)

Nighteye: Trans Man — He/Him (Gay)

Mount Lady: Cis Female — She/Her (Bi)

Kamui Woods: Cis Male — He/Him (Straight but such a wonderful ally. Would definitely hand out water at pride parades)

Edgeshot: AFAB NB — They/Them (Pan)

Best Jeanist: Cis Male — He/Him (Gay) (But like, he still could care less about gender, he identifies as a cis guy but trancends gender at the same time, y’know?)

Gang Orca: AMAB NB —They/Them (Gay) (In his words: “Orcas dont need genders”)

Miruko: Cis Female — She/Her (Lesbian)

Hawks: Cis Male — He/Him (Bi) (Never really put much thought into his identity, but is a huge supporter if everyone else in his usual nonchalant way)

Endeavor: Cis Male — He/Him (Straight) (I wholeheartedly think he doesn’t really understand, and thinks he is trying, but sometimes doesn’t show correctly, you know what I mean?)

Fat Gum: Cis Male —He/Him (Straight Ally all the way! He’s the one parading everyone around at pride event, wearing pride merch and making food for everyone)

Ryukyuu: Trans Female — She/Her (Lesbian)

(Please tell me if I used the correct terminology or not)

Nighteye can play the piano like a pro.

Present Mic loves playing the acoustic guitar. Hes THAT guy at a campfire.

While there is the obvious romatic relationships I adore (Erasermic, Edgejeanist, Nightmight, Kamui x Mount Lady, etc.), there are so many cute scenarios for platonic relationships

Eraserhead and Edgeshot being frenemies but caring for eachother so dearly.

Edgeshot and Ryukyuu BROTP

Gang Orca thinking they are the third wheel for Edgejeanist, but little do they know they consider them to be their “third”.

Lurkers being super close with one another

All Might caring for every pro hero like a mother hen

Nighteye and Midnight having gossip sessions

Miruko and Hawks BROTP #2

Ok, possibly the weirdest one yet: Yoroi Musha (the elderly hero, former number 9 hero) is Edgeshot’s adopted dad. (I saw it in a fic once and fell in love with it).

- The story (in my head) goes that Edgeshot was born and raised in a cult in rural Japan, and then one day when they were like 10 the comune gets raided after a tip was given, and Yoroi Musha led the raid. His eyes fell into a young, malnourished, and terrified Edgeshot and was like “they’re my child now” (This is the super simplified version, and Im super intrested in writing this!)

All Might considers Gran Torino to be his father figure. As a result, Nighteye considered him to be his father in law. Gran Torino wishes he can deny this, but at this point he cannot.

Last but not least! Eri, once she gets comfortable enough, considers every pro hero to be her aunt/uncle/somewhere in between.

Thank you @dragonspiritxx for the wonderful ask! I hope you like this!

Hopefully everyone else will to! I haven’t posted anything MHA related since I graduated high school back in May and started college as well, so Im glad Im back in the groove!

#bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #im not tagging everyone who appears #just the ones who appear frequently #edgeshot #kamihara shinya #shinya kamihara #present mic #yamada hizashi #hizashi yamada #sir nighteye #sasaki mirai #mirai sasaki #erasermic #edgejeanist #nightmight #pro heroes

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thehighlordishere · 4 months

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𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐒 (adults, heroes)

Prompts

Aizawa

Dadzawa

-Imagine him giving you away at your wedding

-Accidents happen +brother figure!Hitoshi trigg: SH

-Dadzawa x ftm!transmasc!teen!reader platonic

Present Mic

Dadmic

Allmight

Dadmight

Best Jeanist

Crimson Riot

Hawks

Nighteye

Ryukyu

Fat Gum

Gang Orca

Mirko

#mha christmas #mha headcanons #mha fluff #mha fanart #mha x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #dadzawa #present mic #dad mic #all might #dad might #gang orca #mha hawks #fatgum #mirko

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manlywitch · 1 year

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jddjkd i don't know if you write for best jeanist from mha but how about best jeanist x prohero!reader? they fight crime together and they're baddies as well as very flirty and romantic with eachother 😔 i don't have an specific request so the rest is up to you! (if this isn't your cup of tea that's okay, feel free to ignore! have a nice day 🌷)

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🦝 Fluff: (🍊)

🦝Reader = male (he/him)

🦝proofread?: Nope

🦝Character:Best Jeanist

🦝 Probably ooc Best Jeanist since I don't know much about this guy.

💙Note💙 : You have a nice day too :)🪻

🦝This story is short, sorry-

🦝 Also, I kinda write for any socially acceptable dude from MHA .♡. for the girls. I only write platonic stuff.

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☆ FEM ALIGNED DNI ☆

♧~ Moving in with best Jeanist ~♧

"Our new home," you said as you stood next to your amazing boyfriend, Tsunagu, also known as Best Jeanist.

You walked into the home with Tsunagu at your side.

"I claim this part." You said in a 'stern' tone as you held a box of your pro-hero merchandise while standing in a random corner of the home.

"Alright then," he said as he walked to another corner. "This is my corner then," he says as he looks at you, who's standing at the other side of your new living room.

"But you're corner is bigger that's unfair" you grumbled looking at him.

"How about we share a corner?" He said while walking closer to you.

You nod and smile, dropping the box of plastic 'mini you's' on the floor and unpacking it.

As you both unpack and decorate your new home, you 2 forget the time, and it's already 7 in the evening when your done.

You looked at your watch to see that it was nearing 7.

"...Babe?" Tsunagu peeked his head from the corner. "Hm?" He looked at you.

"It's already been dinner time.. How about we take a break? We can unpack the rest when we're back from work tomorrow."

Tsunagu nods and walks out of the bathroom.

"Wanna order takeout?" Tsunagu says, and you nod. You don't want to cook.

You order takeout and wait for the food.

When the food arrives, you two sit on the floor since you don't have a table yet.

"And then I captured him." Tsunagu said while eating.

"You must've looked so handsome while doing so~." You grinned looking at him.

He chuckles and grabs your hand. "You're also pretty handsome yourself...How ab-"

"No." You said knowing what he's gonna request. You 2 have work tomorrow.

"Alright then~" He still held your hand and smiled.

"I still love you" you smiled and stood up sitting next to him.

he smiled and held you gently. "I love you too, handsome~" he grinned and held you close.

After being done with dinner you two laid down in your shared bed and cuddled.

It was raining and the white curtains were open, it was a beautiful sight.

The rest of the evening was spent with you 2 flirting with each other and sharing stories about your deeds as pro heroes.

☆~The end~☆

🦝🪼🦝🪼🦝🪼🦝🪼🦝🪼🦝🪼🦝🪼🦝🪼🦝🪼🦝🪼

I always love new requests, so absolutely send them in when you get an idea!!🪻

#mha x male reader #bnha x male reader #mha fluff #best jeanist #best jeanist x reader #male y/n #malereader #x male reader #male reader #bnha au

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sluttyhollow · 8 months

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I don’t write for UA students but Bakugo and me are the same person and we’d be best friends if I was at UA 😂. I was listening to Bakugo by KVMIL and it just had me thinking about Bakugo x black american bestfriend reader (this has been sitting in my drafts forever lol might as well let it go)

No warnings, just two foreign besties with bad attitudes and terrible language (purely platonic)

Katsuki definitely speaks English, he’s a rich kid, and his parents traveled to the states a lot for work and they used to takes him in the summer. He just refuses to speak English because he thinks it sounds stupid.

The back and forth trips are how he ended up meeting you in the first place the summer between first and second grade. Your parents were working on a collaborative design line focusing on mixing Japanese and African American street fashion styles

Neither of you liked each other. He was loud and you thought his red eyes were creepy. He thought you were a loser and hated the noise your hair made when you walked (it was the beads, he thinks they look “cool or whatever” now though) you guys actually ended up fighting, Mitsuki thought it was funny because Katsuki lost (he started it) she bought you ice cream for winning.

After that day you guys came to an agreement to not speak to each other but by day 3 of vacation you were sharing games and sending each other colored screens on your DSIs. You guys did argue everyday of that summer though, and every day of every summer you spent together until middle school when he started staying in Japan to train.

Fast forward to high school and you still text each other. He’s at UA and you’re at a well known hero school in the states. Both of you are loud mouths with quirks worthy of helping saving lives (yours a quirk reversal/theft quirk that allowed you to reverse a persons quirk or utilize their abilities for a certain amount of time, like toga and all for one mixed).

Let’s just say your school has a sports festival similar to UAs that’s also televised and streamed nationally and internationally which prompts Miruko to want you intern abroad with her. Of course you accept and your school works with UA to get you into a transfer program thus starting your 1 year stent at UA. Now for fun’s sake you didn’t tell Katsuki you were coming to UA so imagine his surprise when all the rest of 1A is talking about some American transfer student and he walks into the common room and sees you sitting there.

“What. What the fuck are you doing here you fucking loser” the rest of 1A is shook, they know he’s an ass but they didn’t think he’d just be mean to new student. Just when they get ready to intervene you respond to him with a “you know you’re happy to see me fucker it’s been like 3 years” and the rest of the class is just like wtf is going on here. Y’all of course explain that you knew each other and that you’re besties. Deku being the only one not surprised considering you’d met him once before.

From then on you too go back into your old ways from childhood but with added addition of training. When you’re not busy with Miruko and him with Jeanist y’all go back to the Bakugo house and eat dinner with Mitsuki and Masaru.

You make him apologize to deku (long before canon) when he tells you what happened during middle school and how the first half of the semester had been. You beat his ass and told him to get over himself (he knew you were right).

You and Deku going feral when he gets hurt, LOV attacks and the three of you have to be put on house arrest by Iida cause y’all get too emotional over one another

Forcing him to class 1A gatherings. Neither of you wanna go but Mina saw you two getting ready to disappear after dinner and dragged y’all to movie night

Katsuki likes American food. Spice levels are just a little higher, flavors are a little more intense than typical Japanese food. You can cook a little bit and help him make American style dinners for everybody sometimes

People think you guys are partners cause of how relaxed you two are around each other but he’s like your brother and you would kiss m*neta before Katsuki

Yeah just two foreign besties (your American friends thought you were lying about your best friend living in Japan all through middle school, they didn’t realize you were serious until you moved and FaceTimed them with Katsuki in the camera)

#shwrites #x black reader #drabble #mha fanfiction #bakugo katuski

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nights-legacy · 1 year

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Body Snatched Masterlist

Masterlist for my MHA Body Snatched series. It has grown bigger than I thought it would, so it deserves its own post!

There is also more in the works to add!

Romantic

Kirishima

Bakugou

Todoroki

Midoriya

Hawks (romantic)

Dabi

Tamaki Amajiki

Shinsou Hitoshi

Kaminari Denki

Parental/Platonic

Aizawa (platonic)

Present Mic

All Might

Edgeshot

Best Jeanist

Hawks

#imagine #imagines #my hero academia #mha x reader #mha imagines #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia imagines #bnha imagines #bnha #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero imagines

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butterfly-writer · 3 months

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Boku No Hero Academia

STUDENTS: KATSUKI BAKUGOU EJIROU KIRISHIMA TENYA IIDA IZUKU MIDORIYA SHOTO TODOROKI HEROES: HAWKS (Keigo Takami) MIDNIGHT (Nemuri Kayama) BEST JEANIST (Tsunagu Hakamada) ERASERHEAD (Shota Aizawa) ENDEAVOUR (Enji Todoroki) BURNIN' (Moe Kamiji)

Simple Complications HAWKS X HYENA!HYBRID!MALE!READER TW: NONE(?) Contents: SMALL ANGST - FLUFF Summary: M!Reader is a pro hero with a hyena hybrid quirk and has a laughing disorder. But, because of his disorder, it makes people uncomfortable around him and avoid him. Hawks takes pity on him and befriends him, then falls for him.

You’re safe, little one. ERI X GN!READER [PLATONIC] TW: NONE Contents: FLUFF WITH A BIT OF ANGST Summary: Whenever Mr. Aizawa, Mirio, and Deku are all busy, Eri is left alone with her nightmares and she’s forever grateful that Mx. Y/N is there to help her with her terrors.

Shut up, just shut up. BURNIN’ X DETECTIVE!FEM!READER TW: NONE Contents: ANGST Summary: Burnin’ had enough of Y/N’s rants and theories and decided to shut her up… Big mistake.

I thought you didn’t want me? MIDNIGHT X FEM!READER TW: NONE Contents: FLUFF Summary: Midnight and Y/N both liked each other but are oblivious to that, and they never confess their feelings, until now.

No, no! Stay with me… Please!! MIDNIGHT X FEM!READER TW: NONE Contents: ANGSTSummary: Midnight’s… Dead..

Compliments BEST JEANIST X PRO!HERO!READER [They/them] TW: Blood (?) Contents: FLUFF, a few bloody moments but it’s mainly reader’s Quirk. Summary: They tried flirting with each other but had to stop because a villain came but they can’t stop thinking about the compliments.

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eyeless-jeff666 · 5 months

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Love hurts

Yandere!Best Jeanist does what needs to make Shinya his. Angst (?), kidnapping, open ending

„Best Jeanist and I are merely friends, there is really nothing more to it.”

Edgeshot spoke, into a microphone held close to him by an interviewer. He was smiling underneath his mask, Jeanist could see that by the wrinkles forming around his eyes. Friends. That word stung in his heart. It had always stung, ever since they had been teenagers. Ever since he had first fallen in love with Shinya.

This pain, this unbelievable ache tearing on his heartstrings, broke Tsunagu down more and more with every passing day. Every time the silver-haired hero’s attention wasn’t on him. Every time anyone else spoke to or flirted with him. He had made people cease contact with him before. He still could, but with being a hero, it seemed impossible to keep everyone away from him.

He loved him. So much that it hurt. Loved him so much that it made his stomach turn with every night he had to think about how the other always just called him his Friend. It tore him apart, like ripping open a small hole in one’s clothes, making it worse with every little tear he had to endure.

After the interview, Tsunagu walked over to Shinya:

“Hey. Do you want to come over to my place tonight? And watch a movie?”

“Sorry, dude, Ryukyu asked me to hang out already.”

These words stirred his jealousy even more, and it made him so angry; he had gotten rid of people before. Cleverly, without anyone even suspecting it to have been cold-blooded murder. But he couldn’t do that to a hero. Not because he wasn’t willing, quite the opposite, but because he knew it would be much more suspicious. Much more investigated.

“But you promised to spend time with me today.”

He lied, squinting his eyes slightly. Shinya frowned and tilted his head; clearly unsure of what he was talking about:

“Did I?”

“Yes. You did, last week. When you already hung out with her.”

They were getting too close to each other for Tsunagu’s taste, and he was uncomfortable at the thought of something more happening between them. He wanted, needed, Shinya Kamihara to be his. He always daydreamed about holding him. Going on dates with him, and marrying him one day. And yet, the other had never once looked at Tsunagu that way. No, it had always been other people who had his attention, his heart, but all Jeanist had was being his Friend.

“I- I don’t remember that. I’m sorry.”

“You can’t leave me hanging like that again, Shinya. You promised not to put others above our friendship.”

The word would barely go over his lips. But his heart fluttered as the shorter one sighed and nodded:

“I’m sure I said that. I will cancel my plans with her.”

He had always been so easy to gaslight. So easy to wrap around his finger. That’s why he had always assumed he wouldn’t need to take more drastic measures.

“Alright. I will cook your favorite food, how does that sound?”

Shinya seemed a bit down about not getting to meet Ryukyu, and Tsunagu’s eye twitched unnoticeably as he realized that.

Later, the two of them sat on the couch, watching a movie together; Shinya’s favorite, and the two of them could speak almost all the lines by now. They laughed, and the blonde’s heart fluttered at this wonderful moment; at Shinya’s laugh and the way he was enjoying his company. Tsunagu was brushing his hair, as he often did when seeing it messy after a long day, and he could get lost in the softness and smell of it for hours.

“You have such beautiful hair, Shi.”

He spoke softly, with admiration, and love, but as always, the other took it as nothing more than a platonic compliment:

“Thanks, Tsu. I really try to keep it soft since you gave me tips on how to keep it healthy.”

“Mh, I’m pleased to hear that. You’re doing a really good job with it.”

Tsunagu replied, feeling his stomach grumble:

“How about I make dinner now?”

Shinya agreed, with a smile that drove the blonde insane and nodded.

As they ate – onigiri with cucumber salad – the ninja hero started to feel drowsy. With a practiced, fake-confused head tilt, Jeanist looked at him:

“Shinya. What’s wrong. You don’t look so good.”

His voice was almost too soft and kind, to the extent that it creeped the younger one out. It was unsettling, to see his smile, which was less worried and more absolutely crazy; like a villain who had just succeeded with an evil plan. He slapped a hand in front of his mouth, dropping the onigiri as realization began to settle in, but it was too late. Tsunagu slowly made his way over to him, caressing his shoulders, and hair, and leaned down, speaking in a low and much too loving voice:

“You left me no choice. I didn’t want to rush this. Oh, you have no idea how much I didn’t want to rush this. But. You’re getting too close to Ryukyu. And I cannot lose you to her. How will you love me if you love her?”

He spoke, his smile spreading wider as Shinya tried but failed to use his quirk. Despite struggling, it was too late; the drug was spreading out in his bloodstream, and his head dropped, caught swiftly as Tsunagu manipulated the fibers of his scarf to keep him from crashing into the table:

“I’ll need you to sleep a bit, my love.”

With that, the world went black.

When Shinya woke up, he was tied to a bed; a big and comfortable one, and he looked around to take in any information he could about his environment; as a hero, he knew what to do in situations like this, and the first thing always had to be to take in as much about one’s surroundings as possible. A low chuckle caught his attention, as Tsunagu walked into the room:

“You’re awake!”

He exclaimed, clearly happy, but it wasn’t the Tsunagu Shinya knew; this one didn’t look at him nicely, with a small smile, and asked about his day. This one smiled like a maniac, with eyes he could only describe as hearteyes, and with an aura of possessiveness.

“Hakamada. What’s going on.”

Shinya spoke firmly, watching the other’s grin drop; clearly disliking being called by his last name. He didn’t reply, only came over to caress his cheek:

“My love.. my sweet little needle. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you to be with me.

I’m so happy you’re with me.”

Edgeshot shuddered at these words; the way they were spoken dripping with delusion, and utter obsession, and he wasn’t sure what to reply.

“Won’t you answer, my darling?”

“What are you talking about. You were my friend. What are you doing?”

He insisted, but the other shook his head, clearly upset:

“Do you have any idea how much pain I was in? Watching you talk to other people. Flirt with other people. Love other people? I need your love but you always gave it to others. I was tearing apart, you can’t even understand, you didn’t leave me a choice. I’ll do anything to have you with me, only me, I need you to love me.”

Not want to. Need to. Shinya thought, seeing now just how far gone the other man was. In a moment of surprise, he wanted to use his quirk again, groaning as it didn’t work; the collar around his neck prevented him from using it.

“What are you doing my fiber? You can’t leave. I just got you. Please, just agree to stay that’s all I need you to do.”

As a human, Shinya wanted to resist and put up a scene. But as a hero, he knew this wasn’t safe; he didn’t know how far the other was willing to go, he had already drugged and kidnapped him. He couldn’t risk being hurt, or worse; getting others hurt. Cooperating also reduced the risk of the denim hero using torture as a device to get Shinya to break. So he let it happen. Just for now, while he came up with a plan and to buy the other heroes some time. What made the situation more dangerous was that Tsunagu was also a hero; no matter how far into his delusion he fell, as the number 4 hero, he still knew all, if not more, of the tricks Shinya did.

“I will stay with you.”

He said, seeing the way his former friend’s face lit up; and it disgusted him. He didn’t struggle as the blonde kissed him.

“Oh I knew you would come around for me. I’ve been daydreaming about this. About being with you, marrying you...”

He rambled on, pulling out a ring; it looked expensive and was decorated with a beautiful blue stone. Edgeshot hated what this suggested, but simply watched in silence as Tsunagu put it on his finger:

“Won’t you be my husband, Shinya?”

It creeped the smaller one out, how natural and unproblematic this whole situation must have seemed to Jeanist; the way he spoke and moved, albeit much more exaggerated, was exactly how he had always spoken and acted around Shinya.

“I will be your husband.”

If only for his own safety, which held top priority right now. He couldn’t afford for the other to use more drastic measures. And even if he knew that Shinya was merely acting, as long as he gave the other what he wanted, it should be alright.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Tsunagu.”

A chuckle erupted from the other as he leaned down and caught Shinya in another kiss, crawling on top of him, but doing nothing more than that; only kissed, and cupped his face, with the same care with which he had put the ring on him. The obsession in his eyes cooled down to something Shinya couldn’t quite identify. He allowed the other to caress his face and hair, mumbling variations of

“I love you so much”, “You’re all mine now..” and even “You know I had to do this right?”

What was relieving was that the other didn’t seem to want to hurt him; he didn’t seem to want more than kisses, and Shinya could get through that. As long as he didn’t give the other a reason to lose his patience again, he was comparably safe. Shinya closed his eyes, and took a deep breath to calm his still-racing heart down; he was scared, but as long as he played it safe, there wasn’t too much to worry about. Tsunagu alone wouldn’t be able to defeat multiple other heroes, realistically seen, so all Shinya needed to do was hold through and wait for help. He had done that before, and this situation only hurt so much because it was someone he had thought he could trust. Someone he had liked and appreciated as a friend. Maybe, if Tsunagu had spoken about his feelings, he could have even returned them.

“Tsu.”

He said, more softly than before:

“Could you please get off me?”

Quickly the other obliged, lying down next to him instead, with more soft touches to his face:

“Of course, darling. Fiber of my heart, I’d do anything for you. Anything to make you happy, anything I can.”

So he’s willing to keep me ‘comfortable’. That’s good. Edgeshot thought, turning his head towards the other man; he couldn’t help but feel sorry in a way. The way he acted, it was clear how badly he had been craving having Shinya to himself. It didn’t excuse his behavior, but Shinya knew that he needed to think deeper than his own understanding; Tsunagu had expressed it as painful, so he needed to believe that, if he wanted to cooperate in a safe manner. If it was painful to the taller man to not have Shinya’s love, surely it would be beneficial to play pretend to get him into a better mood.

“If you want me happy you have to promise not to hurt anyone. Focus on me.”

“I couldn’t focus on anyone else right now, you’re with me. That’s all that matters. And I will never hurt you. It feels so good to have you here, do you know that? Don’t you feel the same?”

The lovesickness in his eyes only grew, as Shinya nodded, but that wasn’t enough. He urged the other to speak it out loud. Not with words or actions, but simply with an expectant glance.

“Yes, it’s nice.”

It seemed like Tsunagu wasn’t eager to hurt anyone per se, and if not given a reason to, would avoid it. Still a hero, after all, just one with twisted morals and lacking limits on how far to go for love. Shinya didn’t even want to know how long he had been like that or if anything between them had ever been normal. Didn’t want to know if any of the disappearances of people he knew oh so briefly, could be led back to Tsunagu. For his own sanity, he chose to pretend that his kidnapper had never hurt anyone.

“Are you hungry my love? Thirsty?”

“Not very, no.”

“Alright. Wonderful.”

The blonde said, his voice almost a giggle, as he wrapped his arm around Edgeshot, catching him in an embrace, and resting his head on the ninja-heroes chest. Listening to his heartbeat. And the younger one let him, knowing it was all he could do to get a moment to think. His mind flashed with thoughts about how surely, the Denim Hero wouldn’t be stupid enough to untie him at any point or take off his collar. He imagined he would feed him, and wash him, and dress him however he desired. At least the threads holding him in place weren’t painful.

He turned his head, looking at his former friend; who was sleeping peacefully with a soft smile on his lips. It was almost scary how sound asleep he was in a situation like that, but Shinya understood, in a way, that this relief of tension and pain must have made him tired. A tear ran down his face now, which he tried to wipe away on the pillow; he was scared, of course, as anyone would be, but more than that he was saddened. Saddened about how someone he considered a good friend, his best friend even, could do something like this. How his mind wasn’t normal like he had always thought it was. How they would never normally watch movies together again. Shinya didn’t doubt that he would be rescued and that Tsunagu would be put to justice. But despite all of that, it hurt to realize that all the times they spent together would be washed away now. He had liked him, he really had. Deeply, and he had cherished their friendship ever since they started talking.

With his mind running, he looked back up at the ceiling, closed his eyes, and hoped to be lulled back into some form of rest soon.

#mha #best jeanist #edgeshot #tsunagu hakamada #fanfiction #shinya kamihara #yandere best jeanist #yandere best friend #yandere #mha yandere #yandere tsunagu hakamada #edgejeanist #jeanist x edgeshot #bestshot #ask

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Do you think you could do Bakugou, Shinsou and Monoma with a reader who's like Ranpo Edogawa. Like reader is older but shorter, plus quirkless but extremely smart and childish.🙇‍♀️

I just finished rewatching Bungou Stray Dogs a few weeks ago, and I finally feel like writing this. It's platonic, since the reader is older than them by like 10 years or something, and I just feel like platonic fits better in this case. I didn’t do Monoma, since I couldn’t come up with anything for him

~Bakugou Katsuki~

•You met at Bakugou’s first internship when he was with Best Jeanist and you were working with the police on a case that they also helped with

•You told him you’d seen him at the sports festival and you also noted that he definitely has some serious anger issues

•You’re very direct and don’t really ever consider something you say might offend someone

•Bakugou is not easily offended, even if he does start yelling at you about it, because you seem like a person that really gets on people’s nerves, him included

•You accompany him and Jeanist back to the agency, because you’re interested in seeing more of this funny kid

•Also you don’t know how to get back to the police station to give your report so someone has to take you

•Jeanist assigns Bakugou to this task, figuring he can’t do too much damage on a simple escort assignment

•He’s marching towards the nearest police station with you on his heels, asking him all kinds of questions

•You keep mentioning his anger issues and wondering what made him “such an entitled, angry brat”

•Something you say hits a nerve and Bakugou grabs you by the collar and tells you to shut the fuck up

•You’re like “What? It’s true isn’t it?”

•You’re of course right but Bakugou doesn’t understand how you could’ve known that

•Bakugou lets go of your collar and keeps stomping to where you were going to

•You’re quiet for like two seconds before telling him you need to buy something and just walk into the corner store

•Bakugou is pissed because you’re acting like a kid, while being weirdly intuitive and smart at the same time, so he doesn’t really know what to make of you

•You come out of the store with your pockets almost overflowing with candy and other snacks

•When you make it to the police station, you go give your report and Bakugou leaves, stomping back to the Jeanist agency

•Bakugou is oddly bothered by your remarks about his anger issues and attitude problems, probably because no one has really ever said it straight to his face like that

•Also he thinks you’re really fucking weird and childish

~Shinsou Hitoshi~

•You’re a friend of Aizawa’s, which is how Shinsou met you

•You’re pretty much the same height as him and you look pretty close to his age, so he asked if Aizawa was mentoring you too

•You kind of laughed and told him that you were friends and you were actually closer to Aizawa’s age

•You’re there to watch Shinsou’s training and give him some pointers, so you’re just sitting on the grass and eating your snacks while telling him how to hone his technique

•Shinsou honestly finds you to be a bit annoying, even though you do give really good advice and he does actually improve his technique

•You’re way too perceptive for your own good, at least with some things

•Like you make connections between things so fast it’s unbelievable, but your sense of direction is nonexistent and you’re pretty childish

•Shinsou appreciates your advice, even though you have a pretty weird way of giving it and you’re not very nice about noting his mistakes

•You mean well, even if you’re sort of bad at communicating it

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #shinsou hitoshi #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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SMASH

bakugo x gn!reader {platonic}

req: me

desc: reader is bored...reader decides to play smash with bakugo, but he doesn't know what it is. reader makes it their life goal to play at least one round with him

'ohhhhh bakugooo!~' you barged into his room with a piece of notebook paper and a pencil.

bakugo turned and looked at you in annoyance.

'what the hell do you want, (mean nickname)?'

'i thought we could play a game, since i'm soooo bored!' you closed his door and trotted over to his desk, setting his studying aside and placing the paper down. it had "SMASH" on the top written in red pen.

'can't you fuckin' see i'm studying here!?' he threw his arms up, grabbing his papers.

'set that shit aside for now, fingertips! we're gonna do something that's worth more time.' you moved beside him, perched on the ground as you drew a line under a couple lines and put two bubbles, bakugo's first initial in one, and yours in the other.

'so how the hell do you even play this shitty game?' he put his elbow on the desk, watching the paper.

'you'll see, be patient.' you wrote izuku's name on the paper first. and then iida's, then ochaco's, then finally mina's.

'kay, pick a person on this list.'

'why should i!? i'm not touching that thing if it has damn deku's name on it!'

'JUST FUCKING DO IT BAKUGO.'

'tch, fine. i pick round cheeks.' bakugo rolled his eyes, putting his head in his hands.

you crossed off ochaco's name and put a 'k' next to it, then, you crossed off iida's name and put (your first initial) next to it.

then, you wrote down places.

school, a warehouse, the league of villians hideout, and best jeanists hero training place.

'pick a place, any place sir!' you laughed as you spoke, looking at him with a sly smile.

'fuckin' god, this is so dumb. uh, the league of villians hideout?' he pointed to the paper.

'what the fuck is this even for anyways?—'

'SHUT THE FUCK UP BAKUGO, LET ME WORK MY MAGIC.' once again, you crossed out the l.o.v. hideout and put a 'k' next to it. then you crossed out the warehouse and put (your first initial) next to it.

you wrote down surfaces. table, floor, bed, bench. bakugo read them aloud as you were putting them to the paper.

'what the hell are these options? table? what kinda game are we playing here!?' bakugo ran a hand through his hair. 'if i have to pick again, i'm picking the bed.'

you burst out laughing as bakugo yelled at you.

'oh man, this is gonna be funny...' you did the same routine, line, initial, line, initial.

'aaaalright, final round. I'll FINALLY let you be.'

'oh thank fuck. i'm already tired of your whiny voice.'

finally, you wrote down pro-hero names. mount lady, midnight, miriko, and ryuko. you handed bakugo the paper as he looked at the new scribbles.

'miriko.' he sighed angrily as he handed you back the paper. you didn't even bother to write your answer this time.

'alright alright folks! time for the results!' you stood up, and bakugo turned his chair to look at you.

'bakugo! you would fuck—'

'I WOULD HAH!?! THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY EXTRA!?'

'SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME FINISH!' you put a hand over his mouth. bakugo clawed and grabbed at it.

'alright bakugo! you would fuck ochacho IN the league of villians warehouse, on one of the beds! and you would bring miriko along with you.'

you let your hand off of bakugo's mouth and he tackled you to the ground.

'BAKUGO! YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO PLAY!!'

bakugo's hand lit up, rage in his eyes.

'I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!'

the next morning, you woke up on bakugo's floor, your face burnt.

now, bakugo will never play any game you want to play with him.

#bakugo #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki #bakugou #smash #mha #mha x reader #mha x gn reader #mha x male reader #bakugo x gn reader #bhha x gn reader

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