#bnha-angst-week

[jellojolteon]

Izuocha week 2024 Day 2: Star-catcher/Oracle

Wizard apprentice Izuku accidentally summons a star spirit and does not know how to put her back.

#izuocha week 2024 #izuocha week #izuochaweek #bnha #mha #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #izuocha #izuchako #dekuchako #dekuravity #dekuraka #jello's art farts #something something angst narrative war of does he go blind or does her light dim the longer she stays

[akseedragon713]

Aksee DadGiri Week day five- Secrets.

"I think he's coming!"

"Shh, child. Stay quiet."

#my art #aksee dadgiri week #kurogiri #shigaraki tomura #shirakumo oboro #shimura tenko #bnha afo #league of villains #i couldn't help but add a little angst to this #hehe #injuries #so that thing about me not doing every day in my first post may turn out to be a lie XD

[justajuicyfan]

Nothing Worth Fighting For

For @miruyumiweek Day 3 - Coincidence

I love Miruko/Fuyumi, but sometimes I wonder if their differing ideals might come into conflict if they ever happened to meet.

#bnha #bnha angst #fuyumi todoroki #rumi usagiyama #miruko #fuyurumi #miruyumi #miruyumi week #comics #bnha comic #fuyumi x miruko

[sunaluvs]

kirishima and heat waves by iann dior!!!

in a perfect world, kirishima would wake up next to you in the mornings. he would huddle closer to your warmth and wrap a strong arm around your middle, instead of lying on his back with frigid, restless fingers. he would gently nudge his nose into your cheek, lay kisses down your neck and smile sleepily against the skin when you mumble his name out. he'd quietly greet you with good morning baby, and you’d murmur it back just as lovingly, and he'd instinctually know the day would be a good one because there is nothing that could ruin the beauty in this moment with you. he wouldn’t gaze at you with eyes that crave too much of what they believe they can’t have, or roll onto his side and squeeze his eyes shut until stars twinkle in the artificial darkness. he wouldn’t rise from the bed alone.

in a perfect world, kirishima would take you to all of his niche comfort spots. he’d bring you to the lonely abandoned park he used to frequent in middle school when he wanted to clear his head of all the thoughts that rattled around in it. he’d gently curl his fingers between your own and bare bits of himself to you. he’d try his best to answer your questions instead of diverting the topic or giving barren answers. he’d force a crack in the mask he wears for everyone else and show you the real face beneath it.

in a perfect world, kirishima would shower with you and allow only steam and laughter to collect between your lips. there wouldn’t be frozen silences bearing all the hurt festering in your hearts, all the obscenities you’ve screamed at each other and all the regrets you haven’t expressed. he would cuddle on the couch with you instead of sitting on the opposite end, wipe away the crumbs at the corner of your mouth instead of wordlessly handing you a tissue. he wouldn’t sit in his apartment with empty bottles next to him, obsessing over the wires of insecurity pulling taut around his heart, preventing him from realizing the desires sitting tangibly in his tongue. he would be strong enough to believe in his own goodness and offer it to you on devoted palms.

in a perfect world, kirishima would have the courage to love you selfishly.

#kirishima x reader #bnha x reader #kirishima angst #bnha angst #sorry for getting this out almost 2 weeks after i posted the game ALSHSMAVSH i hope this is not too terrible #i am simply trying to force through this writers block #a.writes #❥.bnha #a.plays #a.answers #[ ♡ ] — mutuals #—sage!

[hyuge]

Day One: Soulmates

Eijirou knew. He knew from the moment their hands clasped in midair that Bakugou Katsuki was his soulmate. The second they connected with that resounding clap and Bakugou smirked that cocky grin of his saying, “what are you, an idiot?” that they were meant to be together forever. That fact was punctuated by the familiar soul-bond that appeared on his wrist. Bakugou’s erratic heartbeat from the adrenaline coursing through his veins echoed in time with Eijirou’s own frantic heart. The pale lines on his skin moved up and down in rapid succession and he knew Bakugou was seeing and feeling the exact same thing he was.

It brought comfort to him. No matter how far apart they were, or how dangerous the mission was, Eijirou just had to look down at his wrist to know Bakugou was okay. He would watch those pale, pink lines go up and down for hours. Often times, it was what lulled him to sleep at night, especially on the worst of days.

So, when he stood on the battlefield, after having said goodbye to the love of his life for the umpteenth time, and watched that line on his wrist go flat, his world froze. There were shouts all around him. People needed his help, but all he could think of was Bakugou, kilometers away at the floating island that had become their school, fighting the greatest villain they had ever faced. Not Bakugou, he repeated to himself like a mantra. Anyone else but him. It was cruel of him to wish ill-intent on his friends and fellow heroes, but Eijirou wasn’t thinking straight. The heroes were supposed to keep him safe.

That heartbeat was not meant to flatline. Again, he failed to keep Bakugou safe when it was most important. Again, he was nowhere near the blond to protect him. If he had been there—would it have mattered? Could he have protected his soulmate from someone that could disintegrate an entire city without even touching it? Eijirou would never know. Instead, he’s left a broken and empty shell of a human being, with a Quirk that can harden his skin, but not his heart, and a soul-bond that no longer resonates with the heartbeat of his soulmate.

“—shima. Kirishima!” Someone shook his shoulder, breaking him of his trance. He looked up to see Ashido standing next to him, sweat dripping from her brow as she stared at him with concern in those inky-black eyes. “Kirishima, move!” she shouted in his face. Realization dawned on him a beat too late as she was shoving him out of the way of an incoming villain attack.

They rolled to the ground, and he hardened his back to brace for their fall. They were pressed chest to chest, noses bumping together as Ashido stood up and dusted herself off. “What’s wrong with you? You can’t be spacing out like that,” she chided him.

Eijirou’s tongue felt thick in his mouth as he tried to work out the words. He gulped, then sat up, and lifted his wrist for her to see. “Katsuki,” he choked out with a sob.

#krbk week 2023 #day one: soulmates #bnha #fanfiction #krbk #krbk events #hurt no comfort #angst #main character death #mha chapter 362

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Shinya wearing a choker, and Tsunagu's brain just turning off for a hot second, because, well. Ninja. Choker. Shinya. In a choker.

He's brought out of it by Kuugo dumping half a cup of water onto his head.

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Tsunagu splutters, wiping the water off of his face and pulling out a new mask. Once he's -mostly- dry, and has a mask on, he turns to Kuugo. "I- why?"

"You were staring." The tea-drinking orca nods at Shinya.

He blinks. "I was?"

"Yes."

"I mean," Tsunagu mutters to himself. "I've got a good reason to." His head shoots up. "Wait. Is staring at someone creepy?"

"Tsunagu," Kuugo deadpans. "You two have been dancing around each other for months. If you kissed him right now, half the class would thank you."

"...Really?"

"Really."

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Shinya flushes pink. "Tsunagu was staring?" He can't help the way his voice lilts up a little bit.

"Yeah," The management student says. "It's probably because of the choker."

He reaches a hand up to it. "Oh. Is it that noticeable?"

"Yep." They hand their business card over. "By the way, Kamihara- if you're looking for a good time, my number's on the card. Have a good day!"

He takes the card.

The implication of 'a good time' hits him approximately five minutes later, while he's taking notes.

--

Shinya sits at his usual spot, waiting for Tsunagu to take the first bite of his food. "So," He says. "I'm pretty sure someone just propositioned me today."

Tsunagu promptly chokes on his bite of rice. He gropes for his glass of water and downs half of it- partly because he's actually choking, partly to hide his blush at the thought of- well. He lets out one last cough. "When was this?" Hopefully he sounds normal. Tsunagu would pay to sound normal right now.

Shinya frowns. "First period, I think?" He chases around a bit of carrot with his fork. "A management student."

"I- um." Tsunagu... does his best not to sound heartbroken. "Well. Congratulations on your new... significant other? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?"

"What? No, we're not- no. We're not together. I'm, uh, kind of saving myself for someone."

"Oh." He taps his utensils together. "If you don't mind me asking... who?"

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You. This would be a perfect time to confess. Shinya takes a deep breath-

And promptly chickens out. He can't do it. What Tsunagu says no? What if this ruins their friendship?

God, Shinya wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ruined these golden moments, stolen seconds, away from everyone else. He'd be -not... happy, but satisfied- if nothing changed. As long as they were still friends, and were happy together...

He'd be fine.

"W-well, he's tall, and..."

--

He. Tsunagu had just gone through an entire rollercoaster of emotions, starting with soul-consuming despair and terrible, fearful, hopeful, joy. He.

Tsunagu's got a chance. A small one -Shinya might be crushing one someone else- but... well.

To fly is to invite the possibility of falling.

And if he could grasp even the slightest possibility at this friendship evolving into something more, Tsunagu would seize that with his own two hands, and damm the consequences.

--

The bell rings, and they startle.

--

Kuugo has his head in his hands. "How." He asks the world, god, the devil- whatever higher beings had a hand in this. "How can they be so smart and so... idiotic at this at the same time," Kuugo laments to Tomoko. She's nodding in agreement.

"I know." Her face is pulled into a grimace. "I've used Search on them- they've been sitting next to each other for months! Pairing up with each other whenever there's a chance! They- argh!" Tomoko throws her hands up.

They share a look of the unique blend of amusement, frustration, and despair that comes with two people in a friend group having mutual crushes on each other. "If they don't get their shit together," She ominously mutters. "I'm locking both of them in a closet."

Kuugo nods in agreement. "I have their home addresses," He agrees. "Knowing them, locking them in a closet will just intensify it." He pauses. "Worst comes to worst, we tell them about each other's crushes and send them to one of their homes."

The two of them shake on it.

--

They end up locking Tsunagu and Shinya into a closet, locking the door, and sliding a piece of paper that says 'you two are ridiculously in love with each other. make it official, you idiots.' -gang orca and ragdoll, on behalf of all of UA.

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-story anon

(this is WAY more dramatic than it needed to be, but it was fun, so... no regrets. this was written in like... less than half an hour lol. please enjoy! hello, eclair!)

PLEASE they’re idiots and they’re in love 😭

They would absolutely be the most awkward, flustered, infatuated lil guys and everyone around them is pulling their hair out at their oblivious mutual pining-

God I love them so much- and Shinya in a choker??? Don’t worry Tsunagu, I don’t blame you for staring that sounds eheheh

I would’ve drawn Shinya wearing a choker, but I’ve been travelling so just, <3

#tw caps #bnha #best jeanist #edgeshot #hakamada tsunagu #kamihara shinya #edgejeanist #bestshot #eclair responds?! #story anon <3 #oh boy #I rlly love this #they’re idiots #god I love them fjsjdj #but also #guess who’s back home >:) #which means I have the ability to actually get writing done and make notes properly >:) #and I have au posts and angst and headcanons in mind that I’ve been wanting to write out for two weeks >:)

[miss-writes-a-lot]

My singular entry for 'Hurt Hawks Week 2023' - now on ao3!

#my writing #bri writes #writing #fanfic writing #bad writing #writer #fanfiction #dabihawks #hurt hawks #hurt hawks week 2023 #angst with a sad ending #angst #hurt no comfort #bnha hawks #keigo takami #suzume takami #bnha #boku no hero academia

[makeste]

do you perhap have bakugou whump fic recs?

I have many such recs! not all of them are "whump" in the purest sense of the word, but they've got angst and hurt/comfort in abundance, so yeah.

I also have an older rec post from like five years ago which has quite a few Bakugou whump fics as well, so I'll link that here.

and here are like 16 new ones lol.

some quick notes:

I'm just including links and summaries here, so please make sure to check the tags for each fic if you have certain squicks or triggers you're trying to avoid!

please be aware that I am not very nitpicky about grammar and style and spelling and the like, so long as I'm feeling the characterization and general vibes. so while I can't promise that all of these fics will read like Nobel Prize-winning lit, I can say that I personally enjoyed each one enough to go back and reread more than once.

although it tends to be one of the most common tropes in Bakugou angst fics, I do not vibe with the "abusive Mitsuki" angle, so you won't find any of that in the works below. same goes for Midnight-bashing (which is also surprisingly common).

I also did not include any fics with sad endings just because I didn't feel like depressing myself today lol.

I don't think there are manga spoilers in any of these fics except one (which I noted and marked with an asterisk), but definitely check the tags just to be safe.

lastly, though I'm by no means a prude when it comes to fanfic, all of these particular fics are SFW, just FYI.

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gen Bakuwhump:

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It's Already Tomorrow on the Other Side of the World by Nicole_Silverwolf

In the absolute immediate aftermath of his rescue at Kamino, Bakugou just wants to sleep. If he sleeps then this nightmare will be over. Except he's freezing in the mid August heat. And he can't stop shaking. A glimpse of two imperfect humans trying their best told in 3.5 parts.

post-Kamino Dadzawa and Katsuki. easily one of my all-time favorite BnHA fics. it's so sad and cozy.

Coming Up for Air by achievingelysium

Katsuki has nightmares. He doesn't think he deserves the comfort, but Aizawa-sensei sits with him anyway.

more Dadzawa dealing with nighttime Kacchan angst, since that's like my #1 BnHA fic aesthetic. this is so well-written. like, there are a couple of lines in here that just... guh. just hit right to the core of me.

Bakugou's "Super Fun" Three Day Vacation by Marvelless

Bakugou and his parents arrive home after the Kamino Ward incident for some much-needed recovery time.

post-Kamino Bakufam angst. lots of paranoia and dissociation. this is one of those fics that's sort of a guilty pleasure for me, because Katsuki definitely feels a lot more... fragile?... in this than I think he would have been in canon. but he's still enough of a grump during all of his spiralling that it still feels like him. and I do love me some Bakufam wholesomeness, and this fic has got that in spades.

the art of poor judgement by emelinelou

It's a Tuesday when Bakugou admits to himself that maybe, maybe he is sorta, kinda under the weather. Things go quickly downhill from there. . Alternatively: Bakugou's too stubborn to be "sick," Midoriya and Kirishima are in over their heads, Todoroki is the Most Useful in a pinch, and Aizawa is not paid nearly enough for this.

probably my favorite sickfic. chapter two especially. Bakugou's narration in this is fucking fantastic. he's so fucking done with life. meanwhile everyone around him is freaking out, and he himself is a complete mess even though he won't acknowledge it, and it's just great. it's equal parts funny, sad, and absolutely adorable.

(incidentally, even though this fic is marked as incomplete, it really doesn't feel that way and ends at a perfectly reasonable stopping point, so don't let that put you off.)

Solar Flare by TheQueen

Three weeks after Katsuki Bakugou receives his quirk, he takes a short tumble off a bridge and watches, dumbfounded, as stupid Deku extend a hand. Don’t take it, the universe commands. Don’t tell me what to do! Katsuki snaps.

this is a really cool AU in which Baby Katsuki accidentally starts defying the universe and ignoring his predestined path, which has a profound ripple effect on his life. sort of like a time-travel fix-it, minus the time travel. also just a heads up that Bakugou is like five years old in this so I guess it's technically a kidfic. and there is plenty of angst, a little bit of whump, more Bakufam, and plenty of baby Kacchan and Deku being cute like it's their job.

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BKDK/DKBK whump:

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lose it all (with eyes wide open) by ghostwriterofthemachine

Katsuki is blinded. Izuku is muted. Both of them are kidnapped. Things get worse.

this is one of those fics that just kind of leaves you stunned at how freaking good it is. featuring: psychological mindgames, hopelessly bleak situations, and codependency so utterly raw and desperate that it broke my heart roughly 17 times.

When Ice Doesn't Float by Ma_skee

A simple rescue exercise goes south when Izuku falls through the ice and it goes from a class assinment to an actual rescue and a race against time to keep him from freezing to death.

technically this is more Dekuwhump than Kacchanwhump (though we do get a bit of the latter toward the end), but I'd argue that few things could possibly stress Katsuki out more than being in a tense survival situation in which Deku is hurt and needs help. anyway so yeah. this is classic hurt/comfort and very good.

spinning out of control by mollE

Katsuki joins the 'I've Been Mind Controlled' Club. He wishes he hadn't.

please see above re: how all Dekuwhump scenarios are secretly Kacchanwhump scenarios in disguise. anyway so basically a mind-controlled Bakugou beats the shit out of Deku while being fully aware of it the entire time, and has a complete (and understandable) emotional breakdown afterwards.

all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing by maxisnotokay

Izuku has had this thing about him that Katsuki has never been able to name, but he's been chasing it since he learned how to run. It takes a catastrophic building collapse during their third year and a severe concussion for him to realize what it is. Aizawa loses ten years off his life. When does he not.

gotta love a good building collapse fic. this one has a concussed Katsuki, a very worried Izuku, and the usual "thanks to this intimate life-or-death situation, I have belatedly realized some fundamental truths about the nature of our relationship" tropes. but it's good. a lot of really good banter and back-and-forth dialogue in this one too.

takes one to know one by Sour_Idealist

Deku has left UA. Ochako still looks for him in unguarded moments. Bakugo is, unsurprisingly, being a jerk.

some good emotional hurt/comfort post-Jakku. Ochako has a chat with Bakugou about Deku. specifically, Bakugou's feelings toward Deku. it's good shit.

*fear is the heart of love by nikkiRA

*please be advised this fic contains major manga spoilers!!

Bakugou gets hit by a quirk that amplifies his greatest fear for 24 hours.

losing Deku. the thing that scares him the most is losing Deku. this is a good fic. emotional hurt/comfort for days. though once again do keep in mind that there are a couple of major spoilers in this.

silence is what i do best by notreally

the one where both Izuku and Katsuki were hit with a truth serum sort of quirk, and things aren't going all too well.

not just a truth-telling quirk, but a truth-compulsion quirk, to the extent that (spoiler alert) the quirk causes them physical pain and distress if they don't speak the truth. which, as you can imagine, leads to all sorts of extremely vulnerable conversations and a lot of good h/c.

close by not quite by blossomshed

When Bakugou goes after a beacon during a class-wide rescue op, he doesn't expect to find Deku - or to find himself dealing with the fallout of a gift he doesn't want, and a side of himself he'd never bothered to examine. He deals with it nonetheless.

this fic is so dear to me. it's yet another "Deku transfers OFA to Bakugou fic", but it's just so fucking good. and it also features a (very much confused) ace Bakugou, which is such a rare find. there are lines from this fic which I still think about constantly. it's funny and profound and adorable and so wonderfully IC, please go read it.

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BONUS NON-ANGSTY FICS because I just felt like ending this list with some happy stories where Kacchan gets a lot of love:

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give me compliments (i said give me compliments) by wonhaebunny

“It’s just cute,” Ashido is telling them as she walks into the classroom. “Like, when you compliment someone and they get flustered so easily, don’t you think it’s endearing?” Kaminari blinks. “Like Bakugou?” he asks slowly. - 1-a realises that katsuki is really, really bad at receiving compliments. exposure therapy ensues.

he is bad at accepting compliments. this is a very, very cute fic.

The Friendship Ladder by nikkiRA

Bakugou and Kirishima tell their classmates they're dating, but everyone seems more interested in who gets to claim the newly vacated spot of Bakugou’s best friend.

as the summary implies this is technically KRBK, but the focus here is very much class 1-A as a whole. there's just something about seeing the entirety of the class squabbling over their Kacchan love that tickles me to no end. Deku is also fantastic in this lmao.

The Yoshida Trail by WinterSwallow

Mitsuki Bakugo returns with her gift to the mountain.

last but not least we have this gorgeous character study with a criminally low view count. Mitsuki climbs Mt. Fuji with an eight-year-old Katsuki in tow, as the fic explores his childhood and young adulthood through a series of vignettes. the insights in this really have no business being as profound as they are, given that they're voiced from the perspective of one of the most graceless characters in the series as she observes her equally graceless son through all the ups and downs and tumbles of his life. but somehow that just makes the whole thing even better. idk I just really love this a lot.

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anyway that's it for now. hope at least a few of these are enjoyable. thanks for the ask!

#bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #bkdk #fic recs #bnha fic recs #bnha #boku no hero academia #makeste reads bnha

[sundeathh]

aizawa with a younger sister in his class and they dont get along well? maybe some angst of some sort?? Thank youuu <333

Here you go, I hope you enjoy it. I added some angst but only after finishing it I realized I also made it oddly comforting.

Family Ties

Head-canon  |  Masterlist 

Pairing: Brother!Aizawa × Sister!Reader

Fandom: BNHA | MHA  | Words: 950

The air in Class 1-A was tense as Shota Aizawa, known for his stern demeanor, navigated through the students, making sure to keep a watchful eye on each of them. His younger sister, though, happened to be in the same class. And unfortunately, your relationship had always been strained.

One day, during a particularly challenging training session, Aizawa's patience wore thin. He singled you out for your lack of focus and commitment.

"You there," he barked, his eyes narrowing in on you. "This is not a game. Your lack of attention could cost lives in a real battle. Shape up or you won't last a day in the hero world."

You bit back a retort, the frustration evident in your eyes. Aizawa's scolding wasn't just about your performance; it was a reflection of the strained dynamic between you two. The weight of his expectations hung heavy in the air.

After the class ended, Aizawa approached you, his expression a mix of concern and frustration, though you only took in the frustrated part. "You're not taking this seriously." He started. "You have potential, but you need to focus. Heroics is not a path for the careless."

You resisted the urge to snap back, his words hanging in the air as a silent agreement of the unresolved issues between you and your brother. Shota sighed, running a hand over his face. He wasn't satisfied with your silence, as if he wanted some kind of acknowledgement from you.

Then, when all of your retorts to his scolding gave space to silence, Aizawa grew frustrated enough to finally adress the root issue.

During classes, Aizawa glanced your way several times, catching glimpses of the familiar scowl that mirrored his own. You avoided eye contact, burying yourself in your schoolwork every time. The tension between you and your brother had become a constant undercurrent.

A few days later, Aizawa lingered after class, hoping for a chance to address the underlying issues that had become a rule in your lives.

As the last student filed out, he sighed and spoke, facing you. "We need to talk."

You rolled your eyes, not in the mood for another lecture so soon. "What now? You gonna tell me how to stand properly or criticize my skills again?"

Shota's expression remained stoic. "This isn't about you. It's about us. We're family, and I don't want our relationship to be this way forever."

You scoffed, crossing your arms. "Well, maybe if you weren't so obsessed with your work, we could actually have a normal conversation."

Aizawa's gaze softened, a hint of regret in his eyes. "I know I'm not the best brother. I'm not good at expressing myself either. But I care about you. I just... I have a responsibility to these students, to be the best hero and teacher I can be."

You glanced away, a mix of frustration and hurt weighing on your heart. "So, that's it? Your hero duties are more important than your own family?"

He raised an eyebrow before proceeding, his voice quieter. "No, it's not that simple. But I need you to understand the choices I've made. I want you to be proud of your big brother."

You scoffed again, but this time, there was a glimmer of understanding in your eyes, though you didn't adress it with words. "Proud? How can I be proud when I feel like I barely know you?"

Aizawa sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Maybe we can work on that. It's not going to change overnight, but I want to try."

Over the following weeks, Aizawa made a conscious effort to spend more time with you outside of class. Whether it was grabbing a quick meal or attending a local hero event together, the rigid walls between you began to crack.

Eventually, he even proposed training together, a mix of combat and quirk exercises. Despite the initial resistance, you found a common ground in your shared abilities. Slowly, you began to see a different side of your brother – not just the hero, but the person.

Attempting to normalize family interactions, Aizawa would invite you over for dinner sometimes. The awkwardness was always palpable, but the efforts didn't go unnoticed. It was a small step towards bridging the gap between your worlds.

As the months passed, Aizawa and you shared more moments together. Some were strained, others surprisingly pleasant.

One day, during a quiet moment, you looked at him and said, finally acknowledging his efforts. "You're doing your best, aren't you?" And for the first time, a genuine smile graced your face in front of him when he nodded.

As time went on, the sibling relationship between the both of you evolved. There were still disagreements, but the unspoken understanding grew stronger each day. Aizawa focused on learning how to balance his hero duties with family, and you slowly learned to appreciate the complexities of his world just as well.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! Check the fixed post for requests & more details!

#aizawa shota x reader #my hero academia aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #bnha aizawa #bnha fanfiction #bnha headcannons #mha aizawa #mr aizawa #aizawa shōta #aizawa shouta #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa shota x y/n #mha #bnha x reader #bnha #aizawa angst

[queenangst]

Fandom Trumps Hate 2024: My Hero Academia!

Bidding for @fandomtrumpshate 2024 opens this Tuesday, March 5th at 8am ET! There are 22 creators this year offering BNHA fanworks!

Fandom Trumps Hate is an online multi-fandom auction of fanworks, to benefit progressive nonprofits. For more information about FTH, check out their blog.

So, before bidding starts, here's a roundup of all the BNHA offerings this year! This is a summary and not comprehensive. To see the offerings in full, check out the BNHA fanworks tag.

Not interested in BNHA? No problem! There are plenty of other fandoms, and fan offerings. Check them out here.

Podfics

Potato_pods (AO3) - 10-20k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Dabihawks, open to a lot of pairings/themes.

Fanart

Domoz (Art blog) @domoz - Banner, Book cover, Comic, Drawing/painting/etc, minimum bid $5.

Fanfiction

Ace (AO3) - 20-50k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Angst, whump, emotional h/c, trauma exploration/recovery/bonding, mental health issues

Tierfal (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: EndHawks and TodoBaku; EndHawks+Jeanist or TDBKDK. Lighthearted action-heavy stuff, also angst, AUs, or pretty much anything.

Blackat_t7t (AO3) - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: M/M or gen fic. Angst and h/c, canon divergent AUs. Anything focused on All Might or Deku.

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Wander_wren (AO3) @wander-wren - 5-10k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: Izuku, Bakugou, Shinsou, Hawks, Dabi, Todoroki, Sero, and Kirishima; multiships. Trauma and trauma recovery, heavy angst with hurt/comfort. Canon or no-powers AUs, Omegaverse and BDSM AUs. Established relationships and platonic/found family-esque dynamics.

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Jane (AO3) - less than 5k words, minimum bid $10. Especially interested in: BakuTodo. Also any of Kirishima, Iida, Ochako & Deku; Kaminari, Jirou, Sero and Kirishima; Shinsou/Monoma; Momo/Kendou; Iida/Sero; Iida/Shouto, Natsuo/Hawks & Aizawa/All Might. Love all platonic dynamics.

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Quillifer (AO3) - Less than 5k, minimum bid $10. Mature and/or Explicit works. Non-traditional omegaverse and genderbending.

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Helix_Stomper (AO3) - 20-50k words, minimum bid $5. Especially interested in: queer romance/ship fics, angst with a happy ending, misunderstandings, pining, idiots to lovers, genfic. Dadzawa with Quirkless/Vigilante Izuku. Most BNHA queer ships; Bakugou or Aizawa focused. Class 1A bonding, Pro Hero AUs, etc.

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Lydia (AO3) - Less than 5k words, minimum bid $15. Especially interested in: Fantasy or College Alternate Universes, and tend to drift from established canon a lot. Found families and romantic relationships as well.

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#fth #fth 2024 #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #this took a long time i salute the fth mods for doing the WHOLE thing lol #if anything is massively incorrect lmk but for all details please refer to the actual offerings!

[ofmermaidstories]

i love the BNHA fandom with my whole heart (heartussy) and will (and HAVE) happily get into fights about how it’s just a passionate fanbase and that any popular media is gonna attract the same but the ONE, the ONE thing i will agree with the haters on (or rather, give the haters as free ammo bc this never occurs to them) is that western fans have the WORST entitlement and manners when it comes to fucking LEAKS. twitter and tiktok have been UNBEARABLE today because everyone is either reposting the leak pages (which are still very much illegal, japan does not fucking play with that!!!!), colouring them and reposting them or already pumping out fanfart, and tagging it all under spoilers. spoilers are NOT the same as fucking leaks. they are TWO SEPERATE THINGS. we call them leaks because the leakers have to pay money in order to access the pages before the magazine is available for public sale. people go to jail for this. it is illegal. and beyond that—it’s fucking rude!!!!!! volume 40 didn’t go on sale until today, but for the past week twitter has just been shared pages from it—i’ve seen fans who live in japan try to gently remind their part of the timeline to please not share the pages, because we don’t exist in a vacuum—we share our fandom spaces with other fans in other countries!!!! and like, okay, you could make the argument that this is just fandom culture with BNHA now. but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck balls!!!! and i say it’s entitled because it’s always the same like, mega-fan accounts that start it, you know? the ones that are big Bakugou stans or otherwise shippers or the powerscaling dudebros and i get it on one hand, i do, it’s that like… excitement, right? there’s your favourite character and oh look! he’s going through it!!! or oh look!!! something is happening that could be taken in a shippy way and yayyy it’s so inspiring and fun/horrible and angst, let’s celebrate/mourn! but it’s just—it’s boring!!!! it’s boring, i find it boring. by the time the chapter’s released properly, no one ever wants to talk about it, because they’ve already had that conversation over third-party translated, paraphrased summaries. like?????? idk. it’s not part of the fandom that’s ever going to go away unfortunately, and i am complicit in it because i also read leaks but like—at this stage it’s a self-preservation tactic, because the alternative is to literally just not be online, or block half of the fandom!!!! and i don’t want to do that!!!!!! i want to be apart of things!!!!! i just want this fandom to be better at them!!!!!!!! ugh. everyone sucks LOL. love u tho i prommy… even when u annoy me LOL. 🫶🏽

#im so mad bc i actually wanna talk about these leaks and also how hori seems to be like—walking back almost on like #the abuse he’s shown in the past? although i guess that’s not a leaky convo 🧐 but still

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you used to tell me i was brave bakugou katsuki/f!reader (bnha) tags: tw alcohol/intoxication, tw sick mention, all characters aged up, angst adjacent, post-break up break in, miscommunication, bakugou is militant about his laundry hamper i know it

The telltale sound of keys clicking in the lock of your apartment door rouses you from the depths of slumber. 

You aren’t quite awake; only just conscious enough to recognize you’re no longer dreaming. You sigh lightly, stretch your toes until they curl into your soft sheets, and nuzzle back into the warmth of your pillow after realizing it’s probably just Bakugou getting home late from his patrol, like he has so many times before.

Your eyes snap open again, this time much more alert, when you realize how wrong that statement is.

Your gaze flickers to the alarm clock on your bedside table; the violently red numbers on the clock face tell you it’s late, but that you haven’t been asleep for very long. You’d tossed and turned for hours after arriving home from Izuku’s disastrous birthday party—which you never should have attended in the first place.

The issue could all be traced back to one Kaminari Denki—though you’re certainly not the first to make that particular claim. 

You ran into Denki few days prior, in a bar near your office that you like to stop at after work to grab a drink with friends. He’d been just as shocked as you had upon first seeing each other, pulling you in for an only slightly uncomfortable hug and asking how you’d been in the few months since he’d seen you last. It’s only weird if you make it weird you’d told yourself repeatedly as Denki chattered happily away before you, and there were far worse people who you could have run into, after all. 

You’d smiled and spoken casually, though your eyes frequently darted over to your group of coworkers who watched the exchange curiously from their table across the bar. You didn’t often divulge your connection with the city’s Pro Heroes beyond admitting to being a former UA classmate, but Denki was anything but discrete in his appearance. Even out of his hero outfit and in the dim lighting of the bar, there was no mistaking Pro Hero Chargebolt. 

Just as you’d been about to say your goodbyes, preparing to feign some pressing obligation to slip away, he told you about Izuku's upcoming birthday and subsequent party. He’d even emphasized that he knew that Midoriya would love for you to come, if only for a short while—he was only in Japan for a few weeks after all. He caught the look of hesitation on your face, and ensured you no one would fault you if you couldn’t make it, before hugging you once more and leaving you to return, more than a little shaken, to your table and your waiting friends.

You throw your legs over the side of your bed, rubbing at your bleary eyes as the memory of your encounter with Denki plays back in your mind it takes a moment to remember what exactly had awoken you. You pause, tilting your head towards your door and listening to see if you can hear any movement in your apartment. Another light thump somewhere outside your bedroom, and the sudden light peeking in from underneath your door, sends you scrambling towards it. Throwing it open, you blink against the light in the hallway. It’s brighter than you anticipate, and you have to wait a moment for your eyes to adjust. 

You can hardly believe what you’re seeing once everything finally comes into focus.

Katsuki is there, upright but slightly slumped against the wall next to your front door. He’s struggling to hang his coat up on the coat rack that at one time was covered in both of your jackets, but now holds only yours.

Staring at him where he stands, it feels sort of like you’re seeing a ghost.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice is hoarse from sleep, clearly indicating what you’d been doing only a few moments prior—as if the frilly pink pyjama shorts haven’t altogether given you away.

He looks at you then; his eyes full contemptuous but swimming with something heavier, more sorrowful. He makes a final attempt to hang his coat on the coat rack, but it falls gracelessly to the floor. Both of your gazes travel to the crumpled heap of fabric, neither of you saying anything.

He leans down to pick it up, stumbling slightly forward but overcorrecting his sudden mistake and therefore falling backwards; he lands flat on his ass, his legs outstretched in front of him.

Oh, he’s hammered.

“Are you drunk?” you ask him, though you already know the answer.

“So what if I am?” he counters, his sharp chin jutting out indignantly as he looks up at you.

Like a child, you think. Stubborn, petulant, recalcitrant.

“Why are you in my apartment?” You cross your arms over your chest as you frown down at him.

There’s a beat of tense silence that passes between you.

“You moved that ugly fuckin’ lamp,” Katuski notes after a moment, ignoring your question and squinting at a table lamp across the room from you both.

“It’s not ugl—don’t change the subject,” you start to defend your choice in home decor but suddenly remember the situation at hand, shaking your head tersely. You grit your teeth, hands folding into tight fists at your sides. “Why are you in my apartment?”

“I always seem to end up here anyway, so I figured this time I’d just”—he jingles the keys (your keys) that he has clutched in his hand, up until this point unbeknownst to you—“let myself in.”

“You know that’s breaking and entering, right? Unlawful entry into someone else’s dwelling? I could call the police,” you say to him, but you both know that the threat is as empty as explaining the law to the number three Pro Hero is pointless. His previous words fully register after another moment passes, and you immediately furrow your brow. “What do you mean you ‘always end up here’? I haven’t seen you in months.”

Katsuki’s head lolls against his shoulder, his narrowed eyes scanning the apartment behind you as if searching for any other changes you may have made in his absence. 

“Whenever I have a little too much to drink, I end up here,” he says the words casually, as though it isn’t the most preposterous thing you’ve ever heard, but his eyes remain fixed on a point behind you. “At first I’d just sit around on the steps outside for a bit, but then I started to comin’ to your door. Don’t even know how I get here most of the time, and just end up staring at the numbers on the door for a while. Sometimes I can hear you inside, if you’re up late and haven’t gone to bed yet, and I want to knock but I don’t,” he murmurs, his eyes finally sliding over to meet your disbelieving gaze.

“Oh, poor Katsuki,” you practically spit the words, feigning sympathy for him that’s clearly undermined by an embittered roll of your eyes. “You’re the one who broke up with me, remember?”

“I broke up with you?” he asks incredulously, his words running together thanks to his inebriated tongue. “Mind telling me exactly when that fuckin’ happened?”

You blink at him, your lips parted. You know he’s drunk, but you didn’t think he was so drunk he’d lost his grip on reality. “

“Probably when you moved all your stuff out of my apartment?”

“You’re the one who packed it all up in boxes!” he exclaims, suddenly louder and more sharp than before.

“You sent Eijirou here to get it!” you match his elevated tone.

This is how you and Katsuki fight. Toe to toe. Constantly one-upping the other. Neither of you willing to back down.

It’s why the breakup hadn’t made any sense. One day he was there, the two of you got into a little argument, and then he was gone. The fight wasn’t even over anything important; you can barely remember it now, six months on. But Kirishima showed up at your door a week later asking for Bakugo’s things, and you hadn’t heard from him since.

At least not until now.

“But you gave me back all my stuff. What else was I supposed to think?” he asks, peering up at you. "I thought you finally had enough of me."

Your chest suddenly feels too tight for the breaths you're trying to pull into your lungs.

“Eiji—I—he said he was here to get your stuff. I just… I assumed he meant you wanted it all,” your voice grows weaker as you speak, and your tone borders dangerously close to remorse.

“I told him to get some of my stuff; books and a pair of sneakers and some hoodies and a few other things I needed. I didn’t ask you to give me back every gift I’d ever given you,” he says, eyes turning downcast.

“Oh,” you say ineloquently, more than a little dumbfounded, unsure of what else you could possibly be expected to say in that moment.

“And then tonight, you show up at Deku’s party with some other guy like that’s not the weirdest fucking thing in the world. Like nothing about the past five years meant anything to you. And I just have to act like that’s totally normal and doesn’t bother me. But it does bother me, a lot.”  

Katsuki’s eyes snap up to you. 

“How can you do that?” he adds the last part, eyes trained unwaveringly on yours, with his rough voice barely a whisper.

“Do what?” you ask him, your words sharp.

“It’s only been a few months and you’re just… you brought a guy,” he grapples to find the right words, the conflict playing out across his face as he struggles to get them out.

“He’s my coworker.” Your cheeks burn, an uncomfortable warmth prickling across them. “When Denki invited me, he told me to bring a friend if I wanted. We were both working late tonight so I asked if he wanted to come with me and grab a quick drink so I didn’t have to go alone.”

“Are you fucking him?” Katsuki’s next words are blunt and unexpected, knocking the air from your lungs for a moment.

“Katsuki!” you snap at him, scandalized and flustered by the startlingly intrusive question.

“Don’t I have any right to know if you found someone else? Don’t I have a right to know that I should finally move on? Instead of agonizing every day over what even fuckin’ happened between us? We never got any closure, just a couple boxes of my shit and a bag full of things that remind me of you.”

You feel a knot forming, sticky and obstructive, at the back of your throat.

“I can’t even bring myself to throw them away,” he continues rambling while you had nothing to say, “all those gifts just sit there in the back of my closet, a constant reminder of you looming over me. They make me miserable all the fuckin’ time, and I still can’t make myself get rid of them.”

“Just give them away or something,” you mutter, eyes fixed to a point on the wall on the other side of the room, unwilling or otherwise unable to meet his gaze.

“Don’t you think I’ve tried?” The question rips through his chest like a growl, and the ardent sincerity of his words forces you to finally look at him, only to find his eyes blazing in anger as he stares up at you from his seat on the floor. “But in spite of how easy it may have been for you to get rid of them, it’s not so easy for me,” he snaps, eyes narrowing. 

“Then Kaminari tells me how he ran into you the other day and invited you to Deku’s party, and I couldn’t help but have this twisted glimmer of fuckin’ hope that if I could just see you again that I might maybe get a chance to talk to you about things, or apologize, or… I dunno”—he shakes his head at the thought—“and then you walk in with that guy.”

“He’s my coworker,” you repeat insistently for the second time, unsure of why you even feel such a desperate need to defend yourself—it’s not like you’ve done anything wrong.

“So you’ve said,” Katsuki mutters sourly, looking away.

“He’s engaged,” you add, the words springing forth from your lips almost frantically, to further your explanation.

Katsuki’s eyes go wide and snap back up to look at you. 

“To you?” he asks, tone verging on the edge of panic.

“No, you idiot,” you hiss at his failure to grasp what you’re saying, running a hand over your weary face.

He blinks, your words slow to process in his alcohol-addled brain.

“Oh.” Finally the pieces of what you’re saying to him fall into place. “To someone else.”

“Yes,” you sigh the word exasperatedly.

“Oh,” he says, the closest to sheepish you think Bakugou Katsuki is capable of being. He clears his throat before adding: “I probably shouldn’t have shoulder checked him on my way to the washroom earlier, then.”

“Probably not.” You snort a bit at the confession, not finding it difficult to believe considering how Katsuki had glowered across the bar at the two of you for most of the evening.

A silence settles over you both then; him still sitting on the floor in your entryway, and you still standing a good distance away from him with your arms crossed over your chest.

“I’m sorry I broke into your apartment,” he says finally, “I might be a bit drunk.”

“I’ve gathered that,” you sigh, “and it’s… fine.”

It’s not, you can’t help but think, but right now you just want to smooth things over (if that’s even possible) and get yourself back to bed.

“I just really wanted to see you,” he adds quietly.

“You saw me a few hours ago,” you remind him halfheartedly.

“That’s not the same, I wanted to see you here, like this,” he says, gesturing to you weakly, “sleepy and grumpy and in your pyjamas.”

You swallow hard over the lump that develops in your throat at his words.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he adds again after another moment passes.

“I don’t think this is the best time for that,” you say to him firmly. “For a few glaringly obvious reasons.”

You stay locked in an intense stare, waiting with bated breath to see what the fuck he’s going to come up with next.

You certainly aren’t expecting what he eventually says.

“Think ‘m gonna puke,” he mumbles, his brows pulling together thoughtfully.

“Mother fucker,” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut in disbelief.

You begrudgingly help Katsuki stagger into your washroom, where he drops to his knees in front of the toilet. You crouch behind him, a little bit hesitantly, eventually reaching out and rubbing his back lightly as he retches into the porcelain.

Once the worst of it is over, you stand and leave the room; returning moments later with a glass of cold water and some ginger tablets to help settle his stomach. He’s shifted in the time you’ve been gone, and is leaning back against the bathtub with his head drooping slightly when you return. He accepts both of your offerings without comment, swallowing down the small pills before guzzling the water. 

You wet a washcloth under the tap as he does so, watching him cautiously from the corner of your eye as he tips his head back and drains his glass in three long swallows. You carefully wring most of the cool water from the cloth in the sink before folding it in half.

“You’re unbelievable, do you know that?” You sigh, kneeling beside him, taking the empty glass from his hands and setting it aside. You reach up and push his blonde hair back to keep it from getting wet as you press the cloth to his forehead.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, his cheeks almost as pink as his pouted lips as he stares up at you with his drunken, bleary eyes. His hands reach up to hold the cloth on his own, rough fingertips brushing against the backs of your knuckles, and you let your hand fall from his face, settling uncertainly in your own lap.

“It’s fine,” you repeat for the second time, even though nothing about the situation at hand is remotely fine—no matter how many times you say it. Your eyes scan his face, so familiar and yet somehow so foreign to you, and you sigh deeply. “Let’s get you home, Kats.”

It isn’t an easy feat, but you somehow manage to get Katsuki back into his coat, out of your apartment, into your car, and eventually all the way to the door of his home without major incident. You wait outside the door to the apartment with the man beside you practically unconscious; you’re supporting the weight of his entire frame as he leans into you, but he’s much heavier than you are, and your knees are threatening to give way. Thankfully the door opens after a moment, and Kirishima Eijiro’s apologetic face greets you from the other side. 

You’d called him on your drive to Bakugou’s apartment, and he’d agreed to meet you there to help you with him. He’d obviously used his spare key to let himself in ahead of your arrival.

“Hi, I’ve got him,” Eijirou says, reaching out towards the man slumped against your side who flops from your arms and into his with a little grunt. Kirishima doesn’t so much as falter under his friend’s added weight.

You follow them into the apartment hesitantly, unsure of what else to do. Surely you should leave now, right? Eiji’s got it from here, it’s late, you really have no business hanging around since your part is done; and yet you still find yourself shutting the door behind you and trailing along after them as they made their way slowly to Katsuki’s bedroom.

Kirishima sits Bakugou down on the edge of his neatly-made bed as they shuffle into the room, the drunker of the two falling backwards on top of the blankets with a groan.

Katsuki’s bedroom smells familiar in a way that makes you ache—sweet like nitroglycerine, and clean like fresh linens.

“I’ll take his coat,” you say, hoping your voice doesn’t sound as pained as you feel, and Eijirou nods—helping his friend out of the jacket you’d struggled so hard to get him into not very long before. He hands it back to you, moving next to remove the man's shoes.

You carry the coat to the rack hanging on the back of Katsuki’s bedroom door, the one he normally reserves for towels, hanging it up on an open hook. You hesitate, casting a fleeting glance back to the two preoccupied men behind you, before sticking your hand into the pocket of the jacket. You search around for a moment, until you feel your fingers graze the ‘#1 Grandpa’ keychain you’d jokingly gifted to Katsuki a few years prior when you’d first given him a set of keys to your apartment. You fish the set from the pocket, heart thrumming dully against your ribs as you take in the now well-worn keychain, turning it over in your hand. The paint has nearly all rubbed off over the years—leaving only tarnished metal behind. Part of you wonders why he even kept it. You clutch the keys tightly against your palm so they didn’t jingle and give you away, and turn towards the two once more.

“‘M in my outside clothes.”

“I know, man. I’m trying to help you out here,” Eijirou says, but you swear he sounds almost as amused as he does exhausted, wrestling the button-up shirt off of Katuski’s body and tossing it onto the floor.

“I’ve got a hamper f’r that you slob,” the blonde slurs, waving vaguely towards the laundry hamper on the other side of the room.

You hover by the door as you observe them bickering back and forth—though the bickering is fairly one-sided on Katsuki’s part—unsure of what exactly you ought to do next. Eijirou and Katsuki begin to talk quietly amongst themselves at the edge of the bed, exchanging hushed words that you aren’t quite able to overhear, and after watching them interact for a moment, you take it as your time to leave.

You slip from the room silently, making your way back towards the front door.

“Hey, wait,” Kirishima’s voice calls out, quick footfalls following as he trails after you in your retreat.

You turn, watching him step away from Katsuki’s bedroom door which he leaves slightly ajar after casting one final cursory glance back in the room towards his friend. He pads towards you, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweatpants that he must have changed into between getting home from Izuku’s party and getting your unceremonious midnight phone call. 

“Thank you for that,” he says appreciatively once he reaches you, breathing a deep sigh. “He left the party and no one knew where he went. If we’d known that he was—“

“It’s alright, Kiri,” you say, cutting off the man’s apologetic rambling, a half-hearted smile on your lips.

“It’s not though,” he replies with a solemn shake of his head, “I’m sure that wasn’t pretty.”

“I’ve survived worse,” you laugh, but it’s strained.

“Still,” Kirishima says, uncharacteristically serious, “thank you for calling me. And for taking care of him.”

A silence settles over you both then, a little bit awkward, neither of you quite sure what else to say.

“He asked to see you before you go,” the red-haired man before you finally admits, although it sounds distinctly like he had been contemplating withholding this information from you as he clears his throat a little.  “I can tell him you’re already gone if you want, I understand.”

You hesitate before shaking your head in dissent. “It’s alright, I’ll go and say goodbye.”

Something about the word goodbye makes panic rise up in your throat, bitter and unpalatable, but you try your best to swallow it down. Eijirou nods, stepping aside so you can pass him and return to the room you’d only just left. You take a deep breath before pushing open the door.

You’re surprised to not see Katsuki where you’d left him, peering curiously at the empty bed—only a crease in the comforter to show any trace of the man you were expecting to find there. A sound to your right catches your attention and you turn to see Katsuki, down on his hands and knees, rifling through his closet.

“What are you doing?” you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest like an exasperated parent who’s caught their child misbehaving. 

He doesn’t answer your question, making no sign to acknowledge he's even heard it, continuing earnestly with his task.

“Bakugou,” you chided him, and when you again received no response you repeated yourself more firmly, “Bakugou Katsuki, so help me I—.”

His head snaps up to look at you and you falter. You gaze turns to what he’s clutching tightly in his hands, having finally tracked it down.

It’s the bag of gifts you’d returned to him.

There wasn’t even much in the bag, to be fair. A pair of earrings he’d given you after you’d only been dating for a few months, never worn because he didn’t realize your ears weren’t pierced. A necklace he’d gotten you for your first anniversary to make up for the earring blunder. A pair of mittens he’d gotten you a few christmas’ ago because you always tucked your frigid hand into his much warmer one while the two of you were out together in the cold—to keep you warm when he wasn’t there. Little things, though each one meant so much.

You and Katsuki had never really been the type of couple to lavish each other in gifts. It was time that both of you sought most dearly. Moments, increasingly difficult to find with Katsuki’s impossible schedule, reserved for just the two of you to share. Quiet in their intimacy. Precious in their rarity. 

“Please take these,” he says, his voice hoarse but unmistakably desperate as he peers up at you from his place on his knees. It makes your heart twinge painfully.

“I can’t,” you say to him, your tone gentler than it had been a moment prior when you were on the brink of chewing him out.

“Please?” he repeats himself again in a supplicating but equally insistent way, scrambling to his feet unsteadily. “They belong to you.”

“Katsuki, those things don’t belong to me any more than these”—you hold up the keys that you’d been concealing in your hand throughout the exchange—“belong to you.”

He looks at the keys dangling from your fingers for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise. 

“My keys,” he murmurs in a soft, sad way.

“You can’t keep coming to my apartment. It’s not healthy,” you say, your heart feeling like it has managed to lodge itself firmly into your throat. “For either of us.”

His eyes drop towards the floor, still clutching the bag of gifts he’d given you tightly in his hands. You swallow hard.

“You didn’t even know I was there,” he says quietly, but with an unequivocal lilt of culpability in his voice.

“But I do now,” you say, your voice wavering a little in spite of your most concerted efforts, “and I’m always going to wonder if you’re there waiting outside the door.”

He nods, sniffing a bit. You watch the way that his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, unable to tear your eyes away from the skin your lips have pressed against so many times. You wonder if the crook of his neck still smells the same; still feels the same to hide your face in at the end of a long day. The memories flooding back are almost too much for you to bear, and you squeeze your eyes shut tightly.

“I should go,” you mutter, forcing your eyes open and your gaze back to his face with every modicum of willpower you have left.

“I’m scared if you leave I’ll never see you again,” he says, the words that slip from his lips seem surprising even to him, his eyes widening as he registers them like he’d barely even thought them out. “I don’t want this to be my last memory of you.”

You freeze, his words wounding you in an unexpected way.

Truthfully, you don’t want that either.

You stand in silence for a moment as the weight of his words settles over you both. They loom overhead, stealing all of the air from the room and crushing in on you both painfully.

You reach out, taking the bag of gifts gently from his hands where he had been fidgeting with it nervously. You press his set of keys to your apartment into his palm.

“Come see me again when you’re sober. I’ll give these back to you then, and you can give those back to me. Properly,” you say, adding the last word with pointed emphasis.

Katsuki looks down at the keys in his hand, his eyes flicking back up to you a little incredulously.

“Okay,” he agrees with a little nod.

“And text me before you show up next time,” you say warningly, your cheeks puffing out a little, “I have a delicate sleep schedule.”

“Okay,” he repeats again with an obliging nod, but you almost think he’s fighting back a laugh.

“Besides,” you say with a sigh, shaking your head in relative disbelief at the situation you’ve found yourself in, “you probably won’t even remember any of this tomorrow, anyway. So what good would that memory do you?”

#bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou katsuki x you #bakugou #bnha drabble #bnha writing #writing

[apollodarling-writes]

Vampire Quirk! Reader || BNHA x you

plot: the reader has a vampirism Quirk that they hide from everyone because they are afraid of being hurt. the reader doesn't let anyone get close to them until Aizawa convinces them to make friends. the reader befriends the dekusquad and reveals their quirk; hurt/comfort

tws: blood, bullying, murder, slight angst

DO NOT COPY MY WORK!! THIS IS ORIGINAL. IF YOU SEE SOMEONE TAKING THIS AS THEIR OWN, LET ME KNOW IMMEDIATELY.

Your first memory after being reincarnated was being covered in blood. You weren't a very lucky person in your last life, so naturally, it would transfer over to this one. Your parents in this life were caught up in some shady shit and because of that, it nearly killed you. It was at that time you received your Quirk.

One moment you were watching television with your family, and the next you were a murderer. It was shocking, to say the least. You didn't remember what happened. According to the autopsy, the blood of one man had crystalized and blocked the arteries in his body, leading to his death, the second was boiled alive, and the last was a mystery. The reports said that he was found impaled in several places and that you, a six-year-old, were found drenched in the substance and had consumed some of it.

It was shortly after that you realized that you had been reincarnated into BNHA. Aizawa Shota, aka Pro-Hero Eraserhead, was deemed your legal guardian and had trained you to become a Hero. You aced the entrance exam, thanks to the vials of blood you kept on your person, and landed yourself in Class 1-A. In fact, today was the first day of your second year.

"Oi, problem child." Aizawa's voice calls just before you leave for lunch, "You need to make friends. You can't be alone for the rest of your life."

"But-"

"Don't give me the 'what if I hurt them' shit. You've got a good grasp of your Quirk. Go make some damn friends." The man grumbles, clearly concerned about you.

You reluctantly nodded. You kept how your Quirk operated a secret from your classmates, afraid of rejection and opening yourself up to being hurt. It's happened too many times in the past. You were bullied all throughout elementary and middle school because of your deceased family members and the Quirk you received. None of that was your fault but the words still stung.

Those words embedded themselves in your mind and built walls around your heart. After years of hearing it, you grew to believe those same words. You refused to talk to anyone outside of Aizawa and the few Heroes he was friends with. You never allowed anyone to get close to you. It was better that way... or so you thought.

When you mustered up the courage to sit with Midoriya a few weeks later, he was nothing short of kind to you. It was the same with Iida, Uraraka, and Todoroki. In fact, you grew closer to them over the next few months. It took some time to build up trust and find the courage to get over the fears of your Quirk, so when you finally took that leap, you were terribly afraid.

You were afraid of being shut out again. Afraid of being hurt again. Afraid of being rejected and having to build those walls back up. Nevertheless, you still did it.

"Do you guys... want to know how my Quirk operates?" Were the words you mumbled.

"[L-Last Name]-san, are you sure? You don't have to feel-"

"I'm sure." No, I'm not.

The table is silent for a few moments, giving you time to gather your thoughts.

"My Quirk is called... Vampire."

You take a deep breath, forcing your eyes down as you begin to explain. "I'm able to manipulate blood in its entirety. I can heat it up, chill it, sharpen it, harden it, and crystalize it. I'm able to move it around and form certain shapes. However, I'm only able to do this after I ingest blood. I carry a few vials of blood with me everywhere I go for that reason."

After you finish, you begin to fidget with your fingers. Your friends remained silent for a few moments, though it felt like hours to you. You knew what was going through their heads.

"I'm sorry, I need to use the bathroom." You stand suddenly, throwing out your lunch and making your way to the restroom. Slamming the stall door closed, you slide down the wall and cover your mouth with the back of your hand.

I'm so fucking stupid. Just because they aim to be heroes, why would they be any different?

Tears fill your lashline and spill over, carving a trail down your cheeks. The ache in your chest is back and you wanted it gone; You decided you'll just avoid them until you can patch yourself up again... and that's exactly what you did.

They tried texting and calling, but you never answered. You didn't even look at their messages.

They tried to catch you at school, but you always managed to get away somehow.

They tried to have someone else talk to you, but you managed to avoid them too. You didn't even look at them anymore. You just caved back in on yourself. You were so afraid of rejection that you didn't realize they meant well.

It was a few weeks later that they managed to corner you. You were already home from school and Aizawa said he'd be coming home late as he had some tests to grade. You didn't think he'd bring company.

"Oi, problem child. Come downstairs." Aizawa calls from the bottom of the stairwell. Heaving a sigh, you trudge down the steps, playing (mobile game). When you look up, all color leaves your face.

"W-What are you guys doing here?

Standing before you was none other than Midoriya, Todoroki, Iida, and Uraraka. They looked... pained.

This is getting ridiculous. I'm avoiding them for a reason.

"[Last Name]-san, can we talk?"

"Oi, don't give them a choice," Aizawa grumbles, turning to you. "You are gonna sit and talk whatever the hell happened out. You're not leaving this room until then."

With that, Aizawa leaves the room. You hesitantly take a seat opposite the four, wringing your fingers nervously as you direct your gaze to the floor.

"[Last Name]... why aren't you talking to us?" Uraraka's voice is shaky as she speaks. "D-Did we do something wrong?"

You remain silent for a moment, then whisper, "Why are you here?"

"W-What do you mean? We want to-"

"Are you here to get on my good side? If you are, you can just leave."

"[Last Name], what are you talking about?" Midoriya asks quietly. You notice the tears in his eyes when you direct your attention to him.

"I get it, I have a Villain's Quirk for fuck's sake. Terrifying isn't it? You guys don't have to worry about me hurting you because I'm not gonna repeat the past... So just fucking leave me alone. I'll be a hero and we'll go our separate ways after school. Just forget I even told you anything." You abruptly stand, making for the door.

"[Last Name]. You don't have a villain's Quirk." Todoroki says firmly. "There's no such thing as a 'Hero Quirk' or a 'Villain Quirk'. Your Quirk doesn't define you as a person and we never thought otherwise."

"Bullshit. If that were true, then why the fuck were you guys so fucking quiet when I told you."

"Because we thought it was cool! You have an amazing Quirk, [Last Name]!" Uraraka shouts, tears filling her eyes as well.

"It's not, Uraraka! I've had to hide this shit from everyone because it's a fucking curse! I've fucking murdered people!" Your voice booms, angry tears rolling down your cheeks.

"You were protecting yourself, [Last Name]-san!" Iida finally speaks up.

"Aizawa told us about the report. Your family was murdered and your Quirk manifested to protect you. Why can't you see how amazing your Quirk is?" Todoroki steps forward. "Why would we leave you because you protected yourself, [Last Name]?"

"Because that's what everyone does! Everyone has left me because of it! It's a fucking curse and I... I..." An ugly sob erupts from your throat, knees sinking to the floor. "I can't let myself be hurt again. Please, just leave me alone."

Silence ensues once more. Various sniffles and shuddering breaths are heard before you feel arms wrap around you. Then someone else, and someone else, until all four have their arms around you. The action causes you to cry harder, struggling to free yourself.

"Stop, please. I cant... You'll just hurt me again. I-"

"[Last Name], we aren't going anywhere. I'm so sorry that you had to go through that. It wasn't fair at all, but we're your friends. We care about you so much. Please let us be here for you..." Midoriya cries. The five of you stay like that for a while before three bodies leave your side, settling on the couch. You feel someone shift in front of you, lifting your chin with two fingers. Todoroki's eyes meet yours, tears budding at his lashline.

"I love you, [Name]. I love you so much it hurts." His voice cracks, fading into a whisper. "I... Let me help you. Please."

Todoroki pushes your head against his chest, holding you close as quiet sobs rack through his body. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, then rests his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling a string of pleas. Latching onto him, you mumble, "Okay."

The other three in the room immediately embrace you again, holding you tightly, afraid you'd close yourself off again if they didn't.

Just outside the door, a proud father smiles, pushing himself off of the wall, and heads to the kitchen to make some coffee and order dinner...

#bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha angst #bnha comfort #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x you #todoroki shouto #bnha midoriya #bhna todoroki #midoriya izuku #bnha uraraka #uraraka ochako #iida tenya #bnha iida #dadzawa #mha aizawa #my hero academia #my hero academia x you #my hero academia x reader #bnha x self insert #bnha oneshots #bnha reader insert #boku no hero academia #reader pov #character x reader #reader insert #x reader #imagine #gender neutral reader

[tired-teacher-blog]

⚠️ // mentions of self-harm, suicide etc

I know this is a little weird maybe but it’s been an awful week, can you do a bnha boys + reacting and consoling their girlfriend who just relapse into self-harm (it can be in any form you feel most comfortable to) some of them could already know about her tendencies but others just found out idk, you can also do it only for one of them that’s fine for me. If you don’t feel like it please ignore this I know it’s a sensitive topic and I don’t wanna upset you never!! I love you my baby - 🏹

My sweet Bow Anon, I hope you're feeling better honey. Please come and talk to me whenever you feel the need to. I'm always here for you. In the meantime have this small gift. I love you so much.

This is a sensitive topic but I had fun working on it, it was strangely soothing so thank you for requesting it.

Title : The abyss

Characters : Shouto/ Shinsou/ Bakugo/ Taishiro/ fem reader

Genre : Angst/ fluff/ hurt and comfort

Trigger warning : Self harm!!!!

Please do not read if you're a minor

I cannot stress this enough but this is not for the faint of heart!! Please consider this before reading

Masterlist

Shouto :

It hurt, of course it did it always had, but that was the point right? Why else would you heat up the knife and press it to that annoying little unmarked spot in your inner thigh?

Your tears rolled down your cheeks as you sat down on the kitchen floor, but you were still not done yet. You didn't want it to fade quickly this time, you didn't deserve that luxury.

You looked up to the ceiling, biting the inside of your cheek so you wouldn't scream, when suddenly the burning stopped and an annoyingly soothing coolness replaced it.

You looked down to find your boyfriend kneeling in front of you, knife in one hand while gently placing the other over your burnt skin and carefully activating his quirk.

The look on his face said it all. His usual calm and relaxed expressions were taken over by a pained one.

You've been doing good for a while, that's what he thought, but in reality you had been stifling your pain and urges deep within yourself until you finally burst that evening.

When did he get home anyway? Apparently you had been absorbed into your "task" that you hadn't noticed anything else around you.

He threw the knife away and cupped your cheek, eyes searching yours for an answer.

But what answer was he expecting? What were you supposed to say?

You felt horrible, and that's the only thing you were certain of.

The look he had on his face tortured you. He was hurt, worried, scared even, and it's all because of you..

The look he had on his face reminded you of the first time he saw your self inflicted burn marks.

The look he had on his face brought back the memory of the promise you once made, the promise to never hurt yourself again, but at the time, you only gave him your word because you hated the look he had on his face. It's a full circle, and now you're back exactly where you didn't want to be.

_ "Shouto.."

_ "Are you okay? Let's take you to the hospital first, we'll talk later." He could finally find his words.

_ "No need, I'm fine." You didn't even deserve to be treated, that's what you kept thinking.

_ "Don't argue with me, we're going." It might've sounded like he was mad at you but truth be told, he was just worried. "Sweetheart, it'll be fine trust me." He knew he had to reassure you and pull you back to him because at that point you were lost..

Your tears suddenly stopped, and a gleam of hope appeared in your eyes instead.

You hugged him tightly and allowed him to carry you outside. This time you will take his hand and never let go again.

_ "I love you y/n, and we'll get through this together."

Shinsou :

You were doing it again. You knew it was bad, and you knew you could die but at that moment none of it mattered, not even him.

All you wanted was a minute of peace, a good night sleep, accomplishing a task without spiraling out of control.

You winced as the needle finally pricked your skin for the first time in months, and you regretted it as soon as it did.

_ "What am I doing?" Your trembling voice spoke to no one in particular before your tears followed suit.

Fortunately, not a drop of that intoxicating liquid left the syringe as you immediately pulled it out of you and threw it away.

You dropped to your knees sobbing and whimpering and calling his name, but he wasn't home yet, he didn't know what was happening.

You reached out a shaky hand and grabbed your phone dialing your boyfriend's number.

_ "Hi babe, I'm on my way home I'll be there in a couple of minutes." But you didn't answer, and all he could hear was sniffling and more whimpering.

_ "Stay with me y/n don't hang up the phone, I'm almost there." His tone changed as he knew instantly what was happening, he feared the worst since you almost lost your life last time.

You did as asked and held the phone to your ear, but still said nothing. Your tears kept flowing and you could tell he was rushing to get to you by the heavy breathing from his side.

It couldn't have taken him more than a few minutes before he burst through the door and straight to your side.

_ "Babe look at me! Do you recognize me? Show me your arm! Fuck I need to call an ambulance first!" He was panicking and the idea of possibly losing you fogged up his brain.

_ "No, I didn't do it.. I almost did.. but I stopped last second.. I'm sorry, I'm always causing trouble." You struggled to speak between your sobs but you're grateful you did, as your words cooled him down a little.

He turned around to where you had tossed the syringe earlier and sure enough, it was unused.

_ "Hey look at me love." He gently lifted your head up and kissed your cheek, "You're strong, you're amazing I mean look at you! You could've easily done it but you didn't, I'm proud of you so thank you for stopping."

You couldn't believe your ears, he wasn't mad or disappointed, he was actually pleased with you.

_ "But Hitoshi how can you say that? Look what I've almost done!"

_ "Almost, but you didn't and you want to know why? It's because deep down you don't want to go back to that road. That's why I'm proud of you, and that's why I'll walk hand in hand with you until you're completely over it."

You couldn't stop your tears after that, but it was fine, you were finally happy to know that you're on the right way.. and with the right person.

Bakugo :

_ "What's that?" He asked as he noticed the new bandaid on your wrist.

_ "Oh nothing! I just broke a glass yesterday and injured myself while cleaning the mess." You nervously responded and instinctively hid your hand behind your back.

But he wasn't stupid, he knew what it was, he'd seen it before.

Only.. he thought it was over already, he thought you were finally doing better.

He gently took your hand in his and traced the covered area before speaking:

_ "Tell me the truth, you promised you'd always tell me the truth."

You flinched realizing that lying would get you nowhere. He didn't deserve that from you, he was the one who pulled you out of the abyss the first time and you promised you'd always go back to him.

But there you were, relapsing and lying about it.

_ "It's useless.. I really tried but I'm too weak." Shame and regret washed over you and again, you felt worthless.

You braced yourself expecting him to get up and leave, or even get mad and start yelling at you. But what he did next left you wide eyed and speechless.

He lifted your wrist and gently kissed your covered wound, his lips lingered there for a minute and it looked like he was struggling to find the right words.

Tears started forming in your eyes and you blinked them away.

_ "Katsuki.." That was all you could utter without sobbing, and it was as if hearing his own name snapped him back to reality and he could finally speak again.

_ "Y/n, it's alright I'm not mad." He knew exactly what you were thinking. "Listen to me, you're stronger than you believe, it's fine to lose track sometimes, it happens to the best of us, but don't keep it in." His fingers caressed your cheeks as he gently wiped your tears away. "Trust me, talk to me I'll always listen. I know this is probably the last thing you want to hear but you're not just hurting yourself, you're hurting me too, you're killing me." His words came out strangled as if he was trying to keep his own tears at bay. And he was right, those were the last words you wanted to hear but he had to say them and you needed to know what your actions were causing you both. You clung to him desperately and apologized repeatedly.

_ "Forgive me Katsuki I'm begging you, I'll do better and I'll never keep anything from you anymore.. please believe me." His words were a wake up call, and you wanted him to realize that you will never give up easily, that you'll try your best.

_ "I believe you honey, and I'll be right by your side the whole way." He pulled you impossibly close to himself and you were grateful to finally hear him sigh in relief.

It will be hard, that much is true, but you're not alone anymore.

Fatgum :

It's itchy, no matter how hard you try to ignore it, the itchiness never goes away.

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror watching your scarred arms and tracing them with your fingertips.

You tried to stop, truly, and for a little while you managed to control yourself, but it was hard to carry on. The itchiness is the worst, and all you wanted to do was make it go away.

You picked up the knife again and ran the cold metal along your arms, it felt good -horrible as that might sound- the anticipation of what was coming sent shivers down your spine. For a moment, just a single moment you get to feel better, to breathe freely before going back to hating yourself and regretting the whole thing. But you needed that moment, you craved it.

_ "Y/n baby is everything okay? You've been there for long." The all too familiar voice of your worried boyfriend came from the other side of the door.

He knows you, knows your struggles, your pain, and everything you do to chase them away. And that's why he keeps an eye on you at all times.

_ "I'm fine, I'll be out in a minute." You tried to sound cheerful as you pushed the blade within your skin.

_ "Please open the door for me, I'm begging you." His voice was calm, but he was desperate.

You never responded after that, you smiled watching the red liquid running down your arm and into the sink.

All of a sudden, the door flew open as your boyfriend easily broke in, snatching the knife from your trembling hand and throwing it away.

And before you could turn around to face him, he picked you up in his arms and ran out straight to your bedroom where he placed you gently on the bed and proceeded to treat your injury while murmuring reassuring words. Thankfully he got to you in time as it was just a shallow cut.

_ "It's gonna be okay, I got you." He was frightened, you could tell, and as much as he tried to hide it, he simply couldn't.

He never blamed you for any of it, never left your side or even thought to do it.

_ "I'm sorry Taishiro.. I tried to stop but.." you were cut off by your own strangled sobs.

_ "It's okay, you'll be okay I promise."

He finished treating you quickly and pulled you on his lap, allowing you to cry to your heart's content. He traced your back and kissed the top of your head repeatedly as he hoped you would feel safer.

_ "I love you, and I will never leave your side so please let me in, talk to me whenever you feel the urge to cut yourself. Don't be afraid, there is nothing we can't overcome together." He whispered against your temple and you nodded.

You will try your hardest, if not for yourself than at least for him. He deserves that much.

_ "I promise I will."

#bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo katsuki fluff #bakugo katsuki angst #bakugo katsuki x you #katsuki bakugo fanfiction #katsuki bakugo headcanons #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki shouto headcanons #shouto todoroki x y/n #shouto imagines #shouto fluff #shouto fanfic #hitoshi shinso fluff #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso imagine #hitoshi shinso headcanons #hitoshi shinsou x y/n #shinsou hitoshi fluff #fatgum fluff #fatgum x reader #fatgum x y/n #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #bnha fatgum #fatgum x you #my hero academia headcanons #boku no hero headcanons #my hero academia fluff #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero imagines #my hero academia fanfic

[kae-karo]

2023 fic roundup

phew!!! i wrote for four different fandoms this year, which is utterly wild to me given that most years i am writing for one or maybe two...but no, this year we went wild - bnha, genshin, trigun, and blue lock

so without further ado, my faves from each month:

jan 2023: i've made mistakes (but you were not one) - chaeya, i really hit my chaeya stride by this point and frankly i ADORED writing this fic, which was my first t4t chaeya fic !!!!

feb 2023: everything i ask for (and so much more) - chiluc, based on a scenario that my mom said she 'always wanted to see happen at a wedding' which rly made me laugh and thus i had to write it !!!

mar 2023: don't rush - kaeluc (and dilucest?), i just really enjoyed stretching my skills on this one in the vibes and also just. the mechanics of everything?

apr 2023: oh gods, there's two of them - cynonaribedo, which was just SO much fun after that event to consider how they'd interact and what shenanigans they'd get up to. also the smut was a fun challenge lmao

may 2023: don't be too good to me - vashwood, my first canon-universe fic for these silly guys that let me really explore the angst and also some of the lightheartedness

jun 2023: in your dreams - kaisagi !!!!! my first bllk fic!!! these two idiots make me feral !!!! they're so angsty and silly and i love them so much, i had a blast trying my hand at them!!

jul 2023: dark blue - kaisae, my last-minute final fic for kaisae july and the one that i reread and think about regularly lmao. one of my rare 2nd person pov fics, i had so much fun with teasing out all the imagery and emotions

aug 2023: but i'm losing blood and you're warm - bachisagi, currently my only bcis fic but my god was it SO fun to write, i loved getting to play in the horror genre a little and mixing that with romance and just UGH definitely up there as a fave

sept 2023: consumption - kaisagi, like what can i say except (pun intended) this premise consumed me so bad that i wrote it out of order bc i was so hooked on one particular scene. this whole story rly had me in a chokehold in the best way

oct 2023: pink light - ryusae, this is rly my favorite ryusae fic i've written to date. something about the premise and the gentleness and the second chances of it all just really got to me, i loved writing this so much

nov 2023: KNOCK.ME.OUT - ryurin, oh my god this fic....i reread this fic like every couple days for WEEKS after i finished writing it. more than i've reread any other fic, and purely out of a desire to just. live inside the story again. i loved it so much. up there with pink light as a fave for sure

dec 2023: tie me down (fuck me up) - saesagi, which like i feel like i went on a whole Journey abt saesagi within my brain and this is what came out. i rly enjoyed trying my hand at a new dynamic and taking sae out of his place of control for once !!!!

other stats + honorable mentions below the cut!

452,082 words posted this year across 58 fics, 24 ships, and, as mentioned, four fandoms. ended up around 8.7k kudos + 81k hits

some honorable mention fics:

good directions - vashwood, and a fic concept i've been dying to write for ages, which just happened to work incredibly well with vashwood

kinda complicated - plantwood, which was really just an excuse to write so much porn for them lmao but i had a great time both with that and the complex dynamics between the three of them

a tentative ellipsis - kaisae, cause i can't say EVERY kaisae july fic, but this one also was such fun to think about and write, just like. the premise and the execution were so [shakes them in a pickle jar]

we both got stories (but they're not the same) - kaisae, this premise rly cracked me up i had SUCH fun writing it and getting a little silly with it lskdjfklsdjf especially with kaiser and all his denial

make me love like i want to - kaisae/ryusae, which honestly all manifested out of like. the one scene in the fic where sae writes not dead on his arm. and that ballooned into an entire almost 30k story about soulmates that ended up being unexpectedly cathartic

sometimes i wish she was you - tabieita, idk this one really got me??? i had a blast writing karasu's point of view and his manipulative little shit attitude lmao

#2023 fic roundup #bllk #genshin #trigun #bnha #blue lock #fic roundup

[mango-bango-bby]

Mangoooo AHHHH 1st off I wanna compliment your writing 😫✊💖💖

What would dabi and hawks do (I'm asking from that mafia series) if their darling got rescued by the police, like their mansion got raid and things are rough, they think darling is safe but then the police got their darling (they know because she's missing) and you continue~~~ also can I be your 💎 anon? Lastly i wuv u and your creations byeee~

♡ Taken From Us ♡

(A/N: Thank you so much, doll 🥺🥺🥺 You’re so kind!! Also of course you can be 💎-anon!! Welcome, 💎-anon 💖 I love you too and thank you once again!!!!! Also I think for once, I don’t have any BNHA requests lol!!! I think I only have JJK requests right now haha!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, MAFIA AU, darling is rescued, stockholm syndrome, murder, angst but fluff at the end

Summary: You’re taken from Keigo and Dabi (Yan!Dabi x Gn!reader x Yan!Hawks)

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♡ Dabi and Keigo are absolutely livid when they find out the police have taken you. They actually weren’t home when the raid happened. They were off doing “business”, their underlings were supposed to protect you. Yet those cowards ran, they ran, leaving you behind.

♡ Keigo is pacing around the room, mumbling to himself, and completely worried for your safety. Where did they take you? Were you alright? Were you hurt? God, you must be so scared! Out there in your own! You must be so scared not to have Keigo and Dabi to protect you!

♡ Dabi is not sleeping at all as he orders people to try and find out where you are and he himself tries to find you. He is enraged that the people they trusted enough to look after you fled. He’s snapping at everyone, he’s incredibly agitated by everything because he’s just trying to focus on getting you back to them.

♡ You refuse to speak to the police, simply staying silent. You stay silent, your eyes cast towards the table in the interrogation room. You also don’t even realize you’re doing it but you find yourself holding onto the necklace Dabi and Keigo had gotten for you, your fingers gently tracing over the feather charm and the flame charm that hang from it.

♡ You knew Dabi and Keigo were coming to get you because honestly you were terrified. You haven’t been out in the real world in a year or two (you’re not sure how long you’ve been gone). You miss your gilded cage. Dabi and Keigo provided for you, they loved you. You knew they loved you even if it wasn’t healthy. But you can’t help but worry that they may have been arrested.

♡ It was after about a week that one of the people Dabi had ordered to find you ran into the office where both Dabi and Keigo were, saying that he had found where the police had been holding you in custody for more questioning. They didn’t even bother to hear out the rest, immediately standing up and grabbing enough weapons to help them fight off anyone who got in their way when they weren’t using their quirks.

♡ Everyone who got in the way of getting to you was killed. Every room was searched until they eventually found you. You practically threw you into Dabi and Keigos arms, sobbing about how much you missed them and how worried you were. Dabi picked you up immediately covering your eyes with his hand so you couldn’t see the massacre they had committed. They walked out with you in his arms and Keigo rambling about how scared he was for you.

♡ They needed a safer place to keep you so they now owned a mansion in the country side, even if their “work” was mostly in the city, they were able to keep you safer in the middle of nowhere. The already intense security got even more secure. They only trusted few people with you. The windows couldn’t been seen through from the outside, the fences were so high no one could see in.

♡ You are absolutely pampered for months after it happens, they wouldn’t not let go of you for days after they got you back. You can’t bathe by yourself without both of them in the tub with you. You have to go with them to meetings too so you’re not out of their sight, although the make you wear plugs in your ears so you can’t hear what the discuss.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

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