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sorrowfulrosebud · 1 year

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I got idea from your keiko story. What if reader somehow meets kid shigaraki?

ANON. I WANNA KISS YOU SO BAD. (Consensually of course)

Content: reader finds kid Shigaraki and takes care of him (sobs)

Genre: angst, a lot of fluff tho so it cancels out

“Okay, do I have everything? Keys, purse? Yep, looks like I do,” you reassured yourself as you set off to the store. The looming thought of the hot summer sun sent ironic shivers through your body, days lolling about on the couch sleepily when your boss wasn’t demanding every second of your time.

You locked the door hurriedly, determined to stock up on essentials, as well as some treats for your kitten, and set on your way. Your earphones nestled comfortably in your ears, drowning out the whines of crying children and rowdy school students by blaring your favourite music. It was a beautiful day nonetheless, birds twittering softly as the sun beat down on you. Your bag thumped lightly against your side, providing a steady rhythm alongside your music.

The trek was relatively easy; the local convenience store wasn’t even a 10 minute walk from your house and you were soon on your way back to your beloved princess kitten, Freya, with an armful of essentials (plus a few goodies). Music thudded from your earphones noisily, distracting you from looking properly where you were going until you nearly fell over from an unknown obstacle.

“What the hell?!” You were ready to cuss the fucker out, until you looked down.

A small child, couldn’t have been much older than six years old, stared emptily back. No. The look wasn’t empty. It was hollow, as if a child was stuck in a body it didn’t belong in. His hair was a beautiful powder blue, long and stark. It was ashy too, and slightly greasy. You assumed it was from days, possibly weeks, of parental neglect. Some of the thicker strands were matted at the back, and his fringe fell heavily over his face.

When your eyes connected, something shattered deep within your chest. Small orbs that would normally be filled with tears at the idea of being lost were totally empty. Despite the lack of emotion on the poor boy’s face, you could see some small flecks of red amongst the vast space of white.

Blood was everywhere; on his face, deep in his eyebrows, caked under his nails that he held oh so tightly. The poor baby was in trouble, and you were desperate to know why. You removed a headphone and crouched down, placing the plastic bags gently either side of you.

Each move was tentative and slow, like the shivering lamb in front of you was going to bleat and run away.

“Hey there sweetheart, are you lost? Did you lose your parents?” You questioned him softly. The boy tightened up at your question, before tears started to fill his waterline. His hands wrung tightly against each other before lifting one up to scratch his neck.

“I-I didn’t mean it!” He choked out. The tone of his voice caught you severely off guard; instead of being soft or rowdy like a regular child, he sounded strained. Not unlike nails on a chalkboard, you found yourself flinching. The scratching grew more intense as you looked on in anxiety.

“Woah, hey little guy! You could really hurt yourself doing that!” You brought your arm up to stop him scratching, before flinching backwards due to a blood-curdling scream.

“NO, PLEASE DON’T!!” He shrieked, hands covering his grimy face and fell to his sides. The petrified baby was trembling profusely despite having fallen to the ground in his fear. Tears dampened his once dry and crusty cheeks, little torso shaking in heaving breaths.

A beetle that was pottering near his hand’s disintegrated immediately, and the dots started to connect. You paused; you had to be careful about this.

“Okay, sweetheart. I promise I won’t touch you, but you might change your mind after you hear my quirk. Do you want to know what it is?” You remained on his level. Slow, and gentle. Like taming a wild kitten.

This seemed to rouse the boy from his oncoming anxiety attack as he looked at you tearfully. He seemed to consider the idea, before nodding his head dolefully. A large grin overtook your features as you presented your hand.

“My quirk is called equilibrium. It means that I can balance out quirks and maintain a constant state. In exchange for being able to being ‘immune’ to quirks, I usually end up with a killer migraine that lasts a few days. It normally depends on how strong the quirk is, so I don’t really use it a lot. Isn’t that cool?!” You asked him excitedly.

The boy looked at you with curiosity. You let out a small chuckle.

“So, what I’m saying is, you can touch me and I won’t disappear. I promise you,” you solemnly swear to him, extending your pinky finger. Tenko looked at it in pure fear, almost as if the devil himself tainted it.

“I understand that you’re frightened, but you’re dirty, walking around the street with no shoes. I want to help you,” you whispered to him gently. Tenko seemed to light up at your statement.

A tiny pinky extended to you, trembling but still willing. It wrapped itself around you, and you almost shuddered at the texture of his skin. Nonetheless, you continued to loop your fingers around his small hand until you were fully holding his hand. Tenko stared at you with tears pricking his eyes again. He could… touch you?! You smiled softly.

“I told you, see? You can’t hurt me,” you promised. Tenko couldn’t help the tears that trickled down his malnourished cheeks as he dove into a hug. Your eyes widened; just what the hell has this poor baby been through? Your arms shifted under him to cup him closer to you.

“Do you want to come to my house? It’s not that far, so we can get you cleaned up, fed and then find out what to do with you,” you murmured into his ears. Tenko thought for a moment before nodding, his shaggy hair tickling your cheek.

Tenko rearranged himself to wrap his arms around your neck as you grabbed the bags that you previously dropped and nestled his legs around you.

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The journey was only 10 minutes, and yet Tenko had dozed off on the way. His small snores rumbled softly in your ears as you fiddled in your pockets for the keys. Tenko jolted awake at the sound before realising where he was.

“Mph, are we there yet?” He whined sleepily, dry fists rubbing against his eyes. Your cat meowed at the new smell in her home, shaking the sleep off and meowing indignantly.

You set Tenko down with a slight grunt; carrying a small child and 3 grocery bags was not an easy feat. You knelt back down to Tenko’s level and gently rested your hand on his shoulder.

“Now, I need to know your name. I think it’s silly that we don’t know each other’s name, so let’s introduce ourselves before we start calling each other sillier nicknames,” you giggled, earning a small smile from the boy.

“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you,” you said warmly, holding out your hand. Tenko paused before giving you his hand back.

“I’m Tenko Shimura,” he mumbled back.

“Well Tenko, I think you need a bath. Am I alright to run you one?” You asked him. He thought for a moment before nodding his heavy head.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

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The bath water was an absolute godsend to Tenko’s fractured body. The soothing smell of your cherry bakewell scented bath gel calmed Tenko’s nerves as he glanced around the bathroom.

“Is the water alright in there, sweetheart? It’s not too hot is it?” You shouted from your bedroom, gathering soft fluffy towels.

“N-no. Its… nice, thank you,” he tried shouting back, voice cracking. He observed the bath water as he waded his hands through it. Once clear as diamond, the water slowly shifted to a murky brown. Chunks of dried blood dropped into the water, splashing back into Tenko’s face. He let out a whimper; he must look disgusting.

Your soft rapping at the door brought him out of his thoughts.

“Tenko? Am I alright to come in, little lamb? I can help you wash your hair if that’s okay?” You asked him gently.

“U-um… yes please,” he nodded back. You opened the door and smiled at him to reassure his jolting nerves.

“You’re certainly looking cleaner, little lamb! Look at the colour of the tub!” You giggled before feeling your heart pang at the tears forming in Tenko’s eyes.

“Oh no, I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t mean to make you upset,” you rubbed his hair to comfort him. Tenko’s eyes grew wider as he started to sob louder in the tub. The feeling of something so simple as rubbing his head when he’s sad was so alien to him. God, you hated whoever did this to him.

“That’s it my little lamb, let it out. That’s a good boy, just cry until you can’t any more,” you crooned sympathetically, rubbing his head and wiping away tears.

And so, Tenko did just that. Cried. He cried until no more tears would come out, he cried until his head started to hurt, he cried for everything. For his mother, for his sister and for Mon. And oh, how he cried for his dog who provided more comfort than any member of his family.

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When Tenko woke up again, he was bundled up in blankets on a couch that felt worlds different than the leather one at his house. This was soft and warm, with needlefelt and crocheted cushions. He lifted his sleepy head up before jolting his hands away. But the crumbling of the couch never came.

Tenko glanced down and was met with a small pair of winter gloves, cut so that Tenko’s fourth and pinky finger were concealed.

“Ah, you woke up! You worried me for a second there, little lamb. You kinda passed out on me in the bath, so I cleaned you up and bundled you up on the couch,” you rambled on as you set down a glass of milk for him.

“Here sweetheart, drink up. You must have hurt your voice badly,” you nudged it to him as he readjusted himself comfortably.

“T-thank you,” he mumbled brokenly, voice still strained from all of the crying. He took the first gulp before realising just how thirsty he was. Next thing you knew, the glass was empty as Tenko huffed and puffed.

“Wow little lamb, you must have been thirsty, hmm? I’ll bet you’re hungry too?” You guessed. Tenko nodded his head quickly, scared that you’ll pull back your offer. You smiled at his slight change of demeanour.

“That’s alright, I’ll go make you something now. How does Katsu curry sound?”

Tenko’s eyes lit up.

“T-that sounds good thanks,” he mumbled happily, playing with his fingers shyly. You nodded at him and told him to get comfortable.

As you cooked, Tenko remained on the couch and looked around. Your apartment was cozy, filled to the brim with trinkets and photos of your friends and family. Soft knitted blankets dotted around the room, a large scratching post for your cat as well as numerous toys.

Tenko jumped as he felt a slight shift in the couch. The small black, white and grey cat he saw earlier was staring at him, sizing him up for a moment before nestling into his side. She kneaded the blanket that pooled around his knees, purring away.

Tenko thought for a moment before tentatively stroking the gap between her ears, pleased when the purring increased tenfold.

“I see you’ve become friends with my cat,” you giggle as you present two steaming bowls.

“She’s lovely,” he murmured shyly, petting her a little more confidently. You hummed in acknowledgement as you set the bowls down as well as some cutlery.

“Now, eat up. Then, we have to go to the police and see what happens next,” you smiled at him as ice flooded his blood.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. Nothing is going to happen to you. You’re only a child, and you clearly didn’t mean to kill anyone. I’ll have to check if you have any more family that can take you in,” your tone softened as you looked at Tenko’s face.

“I-I don’t have anyone else. A-all of my f-family was in the… the-,” he started crying again, gloved hands coming to reach his neck. You took his hand in yours and rubbed it soothingly, before lifting him up and placing him in your lap. Tenko buried his face into your neck and sobbed whilst you stroked his hair.

“I know, little lamb, I know. If that’s the case, then I’m going to look into adopting you myself, if that’s what you want?” You looked at him as you asked him.

Tenko’s eyes lit up before dimming again.

“B-but my quirk hurts people. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me. I’ve already hurt so many people,” He whimpered. Your heart ached looking at the young boy.

“My quirk is perfectly compatible with yours, and as long as you wear those gloves then you have no reason to worry. You’ve already seen just how mean people can be with people with a quirk like yours. If you stay with me, then I can protect you and help you,” you lifted Tenko’s chin to meet his eyes.

“Sweetheart, it’s a cruel, mean world for people who society deem ‘villains’. You have been hurt and ignored by these people, and I want to make sure that doesn’t happen again. You’re only a small boy, you didn’t deserve what happened to you. It’s not your fault. It was never your fault. I can help you learn to control your quirk to prevent accidents like this again. I know it hurts now, but we can get through this. I’ll be there for you every step of the way.”

Tenko flung himself deeper into your chest and sobbed until his throat was raw. In the past few hours, you had shown him such kindness that it overwhelmed him, on a level that only his mother dared display. Throughout the day, you had a warm glow radiate from within you. Tenko knew he wouldn’t have anyone else look after him.

You cuddled Tenko closer to you as he settled down.

“Now, let’s eat before the food goes cold,” you smile.

“Okay mama.”

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“Tenko? Tenko, hurry up! You’re gonna be late for your first day!” You yelled up the stairs to your adopted son.

“I know, ma! I can’t find the extra pair of gloves you gave me,” he yelled back, rootling the Eraserhead backpack you gifted him. It was his first day at UA Hero Academy, and your nerves were just as shaky as his. He eventually found them, relieved at the sight as he readjusted his tie agitatedly.

“Do you have everything? Lunch, your creams, your throat spray?” You fussed over him, straightening his tie and smoothing his blazer lapels.

“Damn ma, you were rushing me out the door and now you’re gonna make me late,” he groaned, but cracked a light smile.

You looked at him. He had improved so much since you first took him in. His hair was cleaner, his skin had better creams, his lips were smeared in soothing lip balms and his allergies were nearly a thing of the past. The thought of the young, helpless boy you took in using his once destructive power for the better of society brought tears to your eyes.

“H-hey, don’t get all emotional ma! What’s the matter?!” He fussed, stopping when you smile at him.

“I’m so proud of you, Tenko. More than you’ll ever know. Now, go be the best hero that anyone has ever seen in UA!” You wiped your tears as you hugged your son, feeling him tremble slightly in return.

“Thanks ma. For everything.”

#tenko shimura #baby tenko #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura x reader #NO COS POOR BABY #FUCK HIS DAD FR FR #ALL MY HOMIES HATE KOTARO #shigaraki x reader #hic #sob #he deserves the entire world #my baby #I want to cuddle him so much #play with his hair and tell him he’s alright :(#tomura x reader #platonic tomura x reader #platonic tenko x reader

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freyyzu · 10 months

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FIVE

a kiss for every part of you i adore. the problem is, i adore every part of you.

a/n; i'm struggling so bad with the wedding fanfic. my best friend is just watching me descend into insanity rewriting the prologue for the fourth time. i just needed to make something short and cute to fix that o(╥﹏╥)o mild (??? bland???) nsfw on number 3. i've never written nsfw before, please go easy on me. post step 4.

update after finishing; this was not as short as i intended it to be.

5. EYES.

Black and white were considered Baxter's staple colors. From his clothes, to his phone case, to his car, you could list countless more items off the top of your head that all shared those monotone hues.

Really, it'd be easier to list the items he owned that weren't greyscale.

In particular, one comes to mind—two, to be more precise. Would saying he owned them be correct? You assume so. They were a part of his person, after all.

A dark brown—they shine as bright as embers from a fire burning too hot. If you stared at them long enough you would burn, but that was a risk you were willing to take. Anything, if it meant being able to get lost within them for even a moment longer.

"Good morning," you whisper, sweeping your hand across his bangs. The strands of hair fall back into place defiantly over his eyes, much to your dismay.

They're not in their signature side-swept look; they never are in the mornings. Locks of ashy grey stick out from all corners. It splays over the pillow in some sort of abstract art, a few of the longer pieces jutting outwards to tickle your cheek.

Baxter groans, rubbing at his eyes, though only one manages to beat the morning bleariness in order to look at you. Even through the dim glow of sunlight that sneaks through the cracks of the curtains, it shines.

"Good morning," he mumbles, barely audible and coherent.

You chuckle at the sound of his voice. He might be awake now, but he wasn't quite awake just yet. The clock had yet to even strike nine.

Once more, you reach up to his hair. Instead of sweeping away his bangs, this time you push it up past his forehead.

He hums at the feeling of your hand on his skin and smiles, opting to close the one eye he'd manage to pry open before.

Such a baby, you idly think before leaning forward to press your lips onto his eyelid. His hand on your waist tightens at the contact, and you move to give the other the same treatment.

This time, both pools of endless brown open to gaze directly at you. His smile grows wider by the second, and you think that maybe, just maybe, you've found a new, sure-fire method to waking him up.

4. EARS.

There's a quirk you've noticed about Baxter that you hadn't realized before.

No, that's not exactly right. You've noticed it. The problem is it just hadn't happen enough for your suspicions to be confirmed.

You recall seeing it once. The most notable occasion being the day of Jude and Scott's wedding; when the two of you had finally reunited, made your amends, and cleared the air of five years worth of regrets.

He was so happy then his cheeks flushed a vibrant shade of coral pink all the way to the tips of his ears. And as he couldn't believe what he was hearing, his ears had twitched. It reminded you much of a kitten.

For a long while, you wondered if you'd ever see that again, and by some form of pure luck, today you did.

It was still early in the morning, or at least what Baxter would consider early. Even though he didn't need to go to the office today for work, he still had some business to take care of. The sounds of his fingers tapping against the keys of his laptop were the only noise to break through the silence of your shared apartment for the last half an hour.

In the meantime, you busied yourself in the kitchen to make breakfast (brunch is more accurate), having that morning free of any other duties.

"Baxter, breakfast is ready," you call, setting the last plate on the table.

The tapping continues.

You huff amusedly. It was one of those days again—where he got too caught up with his work and blocked out all other distractions. Usually you'd let him finish and bring the occasional cup of coffee or tea and snacks to get him through the load, but having a proper meal to start the day was important.

Cleaning your hands on a towel you amble your way over behind him on the couch, catching a peek of some e-mail exchanges. That wasn't what you were here for, though.

Wrapping your arms loosely around his neck you lean in and manage to push yourself forward enough to peck his ear.

The action apparently catches him completely off-guard, and you feel him straighten in your hold, face going completely red—it continues to travel up past his cheeks. You barely have enough time to catch the tweak of his ears before he shoots up a hand to cover the one you kissed and spins around to face you, eyes wide.

"Ah—" You raise both of your arms up in surrender, suppressing a giggle at his flustered reaction. "I'm sorry. I called you for breakfast, but you were too concentrated on your laptop to hear me."

"Oh," he breathes. At least he didn't seem angry.

Far from it.

You offer him an apologetic smile anyways. "Shall we eat?"

"Yeah," he answers, a little too quickly. His eyes dart away from yours to close his laptop. You get the feeling he didn't need to look away to do that, but just wanted an excuse not meet your eyes right now. "Let's eat."

3. NECK.

Its a cool night this evening in SoCal, but you felt as if you were sitting right next to an open flame.

Lithe arms wrap around your bare waist, pulling you in close. Without the restrictive fabric of clothing separating you from each other, you could feel Baxter's heartbeat more distinctly than ever.

It's steady, if not a little fast.

The gentle motions of your fingers massaging his scalp help it from becoming erratic, but you can feel the spike every time you tug on his hair—feel the way his breath hitches against your exposed shoulders as you pull a little harder the next time. And again on the next, and the time after that.

Lips that you're used to tracing with your own press open-mouth kisses against the side of your neck, and you tilt your head to give him more access.

"Baxter," his name leaves your mouth as a breathless whisper. You can barely stifle the moan that threatens to escape as his fingers tighten their hold on you.

When your grip on his hair tightens, you hear his groan right beside your ear. Unlike you, he doesn't try to suppress it—you're not sure if you're thankful for that or not.

When he begins to press his thigh deeper between your legs you can't restrain your voice anymore.

"Baxter," you say inbetween gulps of air. Your hands move from his head to his shoulders, gently pushing him back to lean against the couch. "Wait."

"Is there something wrong?" His eyebrows crease in worry.

You shake your head with an unsteady laugh and use this time to catch your breath. "No, nothing's wrong. It's— it felt nice, really nice. I was just wondering if I could...?"

Your hands begin to roam again, finding their new homes against the nape of his neck and the flush of his cheeks. The end of your sentence doesn't hear the light of day, but Baxter knows exactly what you're trying to ask when your eyes dart to the mole decorating his neck.

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow, frown morphing into a smirk. Even with his face bright red he would never miss a chance to tease you. Typical Baxter. "Please." He pulls you in by the shoulders until you can feel his breath once more against the lobe of your ear. His voice sends shivers down your spine. "Be my guest."

And so you oblige, pressing feather-light kisses first on his shoulder before trailing further up to his adam's apple and giving it the same treatment. You can feel it bob as he takes a large breath of air, followed by a pleased sigh. His fingers find purchase tangled in your hair, and you're acutely aware of how the roles have been reversed.

Finally, you make it to the area where his mole resides. Your hands follow your lips, one curling around his neck again to twirl strands of grey inbetween its fingers while the other traced the curve of his spine. He shudders beneath your touch.

In contrast to the gentle grazes you've given him thus far, your lips this time, nuzzle against his most sensitive spot with open mouth kisses, biting hard enough for a mark to form, but not to hurt.

"Mmn—!" he moans. His thigh jolts at the unexpected sensation, once more making contact between your legs. His hand pulls at your hair reactively, and you understand then, why he likes it so much.

"Payback for teasing me." You back away, thoroughly admiring your work, drinking in the sight of him beneath you.

Cheeks and ears flushed red, hair in disarray, a cheeky grin that for sure spelt your doom, and a faint rim of crimson that accentuates his already eye-catching mole.

Thinking back on it, you're sure this mole was the only reason you recognized him that summer of 2016. With his growth-spurt and new look, and not to mention you only having the chance to meet once beforehand, you're not sure if you would've been able to tell who he was otherwise. Not that you had to, he recognized you first.

Mindlessly, your thumb brushes against the bloom that darkens with every second passed. It doesn't hurt, you're sure of it, but Baxter appreciates the gesture all the same. Though, apparently not enough to let you linger.

Familiar fingers dip underneath your shorts, rubbing wide archs against your thighs. "Shall we continue?"

Ah, right.

You had a long night ahead of you.

2. LIPS.

"If you're feeling up for it we could take a stroll down the shore after dinner. The beach is usually empty by that time, and I'd love nothing more than to soak in the sights of a beautiful evening with you." He adds after a pause, "If you're alright with that, of course."

"I'd love to, Baxter," you answer instantly, batting away any of his worries.

For how confident your boyfriend made himself out to be to the public, you knew he still had a new dilemmas to sort through that takes time. Making sure you were happy and not feeling insecure about his choices being one of them.

"Really?" His expression lights right back up at your quick response, lips curving up into a genuinely pleased smile. "That's wonderful. I'll have to remember to bring a towel so we can dry our feet once we get back to the car. It wouldn't do well for us to drag sand back into the apartment."

Cove Holden would vehemently disagree with that statement if he were around to hear it, and you were almost inclined to bring it up yourself—being a person of the sea and whatnot.

But you don't.

The only thing on your mind is how you love hearing him so happy, love listening to the sound of his voice as he animatedly talks about even the most mundane things. You love the way the corners of his lips quirk up into a shy smile every time you compliment him and you love the way they stretch into a knowing-grin whenever he finds something new to tease you about—the way he makes it up to you with a kiss that always lasts longer than intended, and the way he says sorry without meaning an ounce of it.

Before long, those idle listings that you're so fond of hearing him talk about no longer register.

Without much thought, your hands are reaching out to cup his cheeks. Your thumb tenderly traces the outline of his jaw. No words were needed to tell him exactly what you were thinking. You were already staring at him as if you were holding the entire world in your hands.

"I'm going to kiss you now," you warn.

He chuckles amusedly, his own hand coming up to map the outline of your bottom lip, as if trying to commit the shape to memory. "What are you waiting for then?"

Nothing, really.

You waste no time leaning in, your lips fitting like puzzle pieces that were carved just to lock with each other.

It starts out slow, wanting, as if afraid you would scare one another off if you went for something more. Eventually, thoses brief pecks spiral out of your reach into something more, it's no longer a want but a need.

Despite you taking initiative, Baxter takes the lead, pulling you closer until you're practically stradling him. Your hands have moved from his cheeks to his neck, securing your place on his lap.

When you finally pull away, you're both gasping for air, eyes lidded and lungs breathless. Had your need for oxygen not won out you would have been content to kiss him all day.

Something about the look in his eyes tells you he thought the same.

1. HANDS.

One, two, three.

Spin, pull, and—dip.

The music player clicks, and the sounds of string instruments abruptly stops. The silence that follows signals the end of another song.

"You did amazing." Baxter doesn't hesitate to compliment you as soon as the dance ends. He pulls you up into a standing position, but makes no effort to let go of your clasped hands.

Even if there was no reason to hold you anymore, that didn't mean anything. You were his partner—in more ways than one—so unless you wished for him to let you go, he wasn't planning on doing so any time soon.

"It's because I have such an amazing teacher leading me," you quip back.

He narrows his eyes, smiling widely. "I don't think I can call myself your teacher anymore. At this point you've far outgrown my lessons, don't you think?"

"Not at all. There's always more to learn from a former professional. Maybe you're just holding back on me."

If it was a compliment battle you wanted, it was a compliment battle you were going to get. For the next however long, the two of you spend your downtime exchanging complimentary remarks inbetween gulps of water.

The whole time, Baxter doesn't once let go of your hand, even if it meant awkwardly untwisting the cap of his bottle between his legs. He got it eventually.

"I'm so glad my misfortune brings you joy," he jokes, setting the container down by his side.

"I offered to help," you remind him. "You're the one who denied it."

"It was a battle of pride." He pouts at you, and for a second you almost thought he was serious.

Rolling your eyes, you laugh at his childish attitude. No matter how profession he tries to make himself out to be, you knew better. Underneath all those stiff suits and fancy words he was—as Xavier once described—squishy.

You hold on tighter to his hand; they were squishy too. Or maybe soft would be a more apt description.

"Is something on your mind?" he asks, no doubt curious about the sudden pressure.

You hum, lifting your arm up until the limb was right in front of your—and his—face. Your fingers wriggle out of Baxter's grasp before entertwining with his own. He lets you do it, gladly. Your palms are both clammy from holding each other for so long, but neither of you seem to mind.

And then, as if you had done this a million times before, you bring his hand to your lips in gentle kiss, and there it remains.

The same hand that had been offered to you all those years ago at the Summer Soiree was the same hand that you're holding now.

The one that holds you close in the early mornings and refuses to let go. The one that tucks your hair behind your ear and rubs delicate circles along every part of your body. The one that cradles your cheek with so much warmth you fear that one day you're going to heat up and burn into ash all at the same time.

"I was thinking about how much I love you. All of you." Your lips brush against his skin with every word, as if hoping to physically convey the full brunt of your emotions through that one simple gesture.

"Oh."

In the time you've spent dating Baxter, there were very few instances in which you were able to catch him off-guard. This just so happen to be one of those moments.

He's at a loss for words.

Unfortunately, you don't get the opportunity to bask in it for long, and soon enough, with the same care as you gave him, Baxter kisses the back of your hand. His lips glide down to your pinkie before giving it the same treatment, and then doing the same for your other four fingers, giving them each the individual attention they deserve.

Finally, he switches his grasp to your wrist and presses one final kiss to the inside of your palm.

It tickles.

"It's funny, we were thinking of the same thing." He catches your eye, features glimmering with affection. "About how I love you. All of you."

#Our Life #Our Life: Beginnings and Always #Our Life: Beginnings & Always #Baxter Ward #Baxter Ward x MC #Baxter Ward x Reader #my eyes hurt after finishing this #not proof read im so tired #please enjoy the ramblings of someone head over heels

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pokemon-ash-aus · 4 months

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Does Delia and Damien, the FT trio and SM Ash have any nicknames for their kids? For example like how SM Ash called Red 'champ' in one of old SM comic

Yup!!! Gonna go one by one cause this is gonna be a long one (A lot of these also crossover in canon the ones with * are STRICTLY SM only !)

Delia:

Damien - Dami, dad, Dork

Indigo - Sweetpea, Gogo

Ash - Ashy, Suncake

Peach - Peachy Pie, Gem

King* - Kingly, Munchkin

Red - Ready, Spot*

Damien:

Delia - Deli, Lia, Mom, Terror

Indigo - Beanbun, GoGo

Ash - Shortcake, Ashy

Peach - Peachy Pie, Peachy

King* - Sproutling, Kingston

Red - Jalapeno, Sparky

Indigo:

Ash - Dweeb, Dork, Dumbass

Peach - Dumbass, Dork, Dweeb

King - Lil guy, Pal

Red - Lil lil guy*, Bitey

Delia - Mom, Momma

Damien - Pops, Old Man

Ash:

Indigo - Gogo, Gogurt, Guillotine

Peach - Shorty, Spicy, Peachy

King - Kitkat, Kitten*, Sweetie*

Red - Puppy, Baby, Sweetum

Delia - Mom, Mother, Mommatron

Damien - Pops, Dad, Dadatron

Peach:

Indigo - Gogo, Bitch

Ash - Ashy, Asshole

King* - Tator Terror, Tator

Red* - Tator Terror, Terror

Delia - Mommy, Momma, Mom, Motherrrrrrrrr

Damien - Dad, Daddy, Papa, Paaaaaapaaaaaa

#Nickname #Nicknames #False twin au #Swap maturity au

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I feel you on the drained emotionally and physically part, so let me give you this cute idea: Dewdrop is the one who wanders the most out of all the Ghouls and Ghoulettes and one night he wandered around outside and found a kitten. After waiting for a little bit to see if the kitten had any family (and seeing that they didn't) he proceeded to take it upon himself to care for this kitten in secret

He takes it inside and tries to gather as much as he can from what they have available in the abbey.

In the morning they see him fill out a bowl of milk, oddly confused as to why he would put the milk first, but swiss passes him the box of cereals anyway.

"what? Oh, no I don't need that" he waves off the box, picking up the plate carefully as to not make a mess over the kitchen counter.

"Droplet are you sure you don't want cereal with your milk?" asks Mountain, "you could use a mug its easier to warm up-" but he gets cut off by the sound of the door as dewdrop leaves the kitchen, leaving everyone to wonder why the fuck he's drinking milk out of a bowl.

Swiss tries to talk to him later, but dew won't let him into his dorm, "what the fuck is that smell anyway, dew, have you showered today??" he's yapping outside and trying to convince dew that "whatever it is you're going through, we can work it out-" he insists on calling aether if he doesn't tell him what he's doing but swiss just gives up and goes back to his room instead.

Cirrus and cumulus speculate with sunny, they had heard the kitten meowing before but it had been quiet since yesterday, right when dew started acting all weird, they think maybe he found the kitten hurt and doesn't want to bother anyone, which sunny disproves by saying when he found he hurt bird he gave it to Mountain so he could help it.

Aether offers to help dew, reminding him every often that he can tell him anything and that he'll always be happy and willing to help, but rain is the one that actually finds out. Dew opened his window a bit too much and the kitten escapes following a butterfly through the back gardens. Rain finds the kitten by the edge of the pond trying to scope the water as he's now been distracted by the little fish.

He picks the kitten up and holds it, thinking to take it back to Aether and Mountain but is quickly stumped by an agitated Dewdrop looking for something.

"oh, shit! fuck! Rainy did you see a little tiny black creature run off through here??!" Rain chuckles and asks for dew's hand, to place it on the inside of his jacket where the kitten is being held up. Dew feels the soft fur and his worried expression quickly turns into a small panic, "don't you fucking tell anyone!! they can't- they'll make fun of me for it!!"

Rain talks to dew and convinces him that he can keep the cat but that he needs to ask aether for help with it, at first the ghoulettes see rain with the cat and think rain adopted it, swiss has no clue there's a cat, and mountain finds the small creature gnawing at his grass one day and takes it back to Aether, who takes it and tells mountain that dew will get upset if his cat gets lost. Mountain is surprised and says he didn't know dew had a cat?? but slowly they all start taking care of it when they find it.

It quickly becomes a ghoul favorite to cuddle and play with, but Dew still insists he doesn't know why that cat likes him so much!!! Oh, and don't ask what his full name is... They call him Soot because his fur is black and ashy, but his full name is something along the lines of VERY SCARY HELLFIRE DEMON CAT THAT BREATHES HELLFIRE AND WILL EAT YOU ALIVE or something... idk, dew isn't very good at naming animals but at least he's better than swiss who said it should be named "dick penis cat"... yeah...

later mountain gets a little grey kitten and calls it "ash" so that they can be Ash and Soot :) Dew hates to admit it, but the names really grew on him...

woah that was a lot longer than i thought it'd be...

#dewdrop ghost #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop #mountain ghoul #mountain ghost #nameless ghoul headcanons #nameless ghouls #the nameless ghouls #drabble #raven writes #bluravenwrites #maskless ghouls #unmasked ghoul hc #unmasked ghouls #swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #aether ghoul

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vivitheanimaxen · 7 months

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Anticipation, Preserved

Are your hands wet from the shard of permafrost?

Or is that simply your nerves getting the best of you?

You let it slip into the slot in the floor, and step back to watch the door light up and the runes spin and is that vertigo from the magic or from your own eager hyperventilating?

You can't go in quite yet, though. First you have to prepare. Strip yourself of anything that might contaminate the perfectly curated balance. Sort through your deck of cards and carefully select each slip of power for how you hope to control the outcome

Nothing can ever truly control the outcome.

You try anyway.

Playing with danger is what makes this truly interesting.

Shake yourself, bounce on your toes as you turn the dial, you can't go deeper then the caves of carnage on this run. You have a goal. Now it's time to let your plans die before they even take their first breaths. Half-climb, half-fall into the minecart-- shiver as the icy chill threatens to snatch the air from your lungs.

Oh wow. That drop always takes your breath anyway. Or is it simply the way you're practically vibrating with the adrenaline starting to kick in?

You haven't even made it down to the dungeon proper, yet.

It doesn't matter.

Scoop up compass and map as you rush for the doors, slipping through right as they threaten to close. Shiver again as the magic settles over your soul like a thick blanket of snow.

It's time to survive. Time to ride or die. Time for everything you have been working for to pay off. Your first card sounds through the chill air, cutting through the icy wind.

Nothing else matters in this moment

All you can do is run

It takes your breath away.

Look both ways before leaping down onto the ice. No turning back now, not that there was in the first place.

You slip around corners and pray that the hazards are kind today, scrambling to dodge the ravager who caught sight of you only for a moment, hardly stopping save to pull a few handfuls of berries from each thorny bush you pass

Crouching low to scoop up frosty coins that nip at your fingers and drippy scraps of flame as you desperately search for a key to offer to the kneeling man.

The towel man.

The crypt is dusty as ever, somehow nothing disturbed, no prints tracking through the soft, ashy gray coating everywhere you go and everything you touch-- even you, after a close call with the beast called Pumpkin down in the library

It was worth it, you found your key down there.

The cards keep calling, you spare a moment here and there to look at your map. pay attention. pay attention. the sounds are key here.

Almost more than the key clutched in your hand.

Careful! don't drop it or hold it wrong, the edges are sharp. Everything in this place hungers for your blood, and won't be satisfied by a few pitiful drops

The stairs out of the depths of the crypt make your legs burn as you escape. Only by the skin of your teeth, and not without leaving Pumpkin something to remember you by.

The passage down to the caves are a welcome respite

Only for a few moments, though.

You chose the stair that spits you out nearby the mushroom forest, spores as thick as the dust in the crypt.

Time to finally look at that compass, hm?

It points deeper into the caverns, and you barely squeak by another pair of beasts attempting to corner you in the damp, grey tunnels. You do take a precious moment to wave hello to the water kittens, but that's all you can spare before you have to get running again.

When you find the place that is accepting of your compass, you know it's time to go.

It's time to go

Even your dreams are full of ravagers, their snorts and grunts, that unmistakable wet-musty smell, the sound of hooves on ice or stone or crunching through soulsand.

Was it that you'd taken one too many nibble from the beasts before you found your artifact? Or was it finding the artifact itself that angered the spirits of the dungeon?

You'd been so close.

One stumble away from getting out alive.

Not alive, though, really. The Deepfrost Citadel demanded tribute from each person who dared to enter it's depths. Without fail

Gasping awake up at the surface, you press the button to retrieve your precious deck.

Again, you marvel at how this is somehow the creation of one man

Everyone here chipped in to the project, some more than others, but this miracle of a creation was the brainchild of simply one person.

It seems so impossible

and yet here you stand

Hands wet and turning as blue as the shard of permafrost in your fingers.

This place is simply

Anticipation, Preserved

Both of you hungry

Waiting and eager for the next chance to

RUN

#viviwrites #decked out 2 #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 9 #scraplets #dont mind me #not really any hermit in particular #it can be read as any of them #or even yourself #I'm not normal about this #and now it's everyone else's problem #sorry bout that #hermitfic

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jungle-angel · 2 years

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Pls

10. Cats in the basket by the fireplace

With Bob! From tgm!

Maybe even some black cats?

EEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!!! I'm screamin babes!!! Cat!Dad Bob and literal Daddy!Bob are running like crazy through my brain right now

Bozeman, MT

November, 2022

The fire crackled away in the fireplace of the big log cabin you and Bob had built on the land you owned in Montana, the blizzard already howling outside and pelting the windows with snow.

Right next to the fireplace was the basket where the cats all slept at night. Beau, the big Maine Coon, had a bad habit of pissing Bob off with the dead birds and mice he'd leave near the kitchen door, but on nights like this, he was one of the best footwarmers you and Bob had ever asked for.

Maisie was the white Angora with mismatched eyes, one blue and another green, the queen of the pack who curled up in your lap and purred every night after dinner. You and Bob had been to a friend's graduation from the Naval Academy in Maryland and had found Maisie cowering under a mailbox on the streetcorner. Ever since then, Maisie was yours.

Oliver was a little orange tabby cat who had been found in almost the same way, a bedraggled kitten in a rained out box on the streets. Bob had found him on a walk one night and had stuck him inside his hoodie, bringing him home to you. Every time you watched "Oliver and Company" after that, you and Bob were practically in tears.

Thunder was the slinky little Siamese cat that had wandered onto the property, a beautiful little kitty with a shiny cream colored coat, ashy, black markings on her face, paws and tail and GINORMOUS blue eyes that reminded you almost of Bob's. Some days you looked at her and swore she was a queen's cat in a past life.

Jiji and Salem were the last two to join the clan, the blackest cats with the greenest eyes you had ever seen. Once you had gotten the ever living shit scared out of you when you saw Jiji's eyes at night, lurking in the halls. You and Bob had a long running joke about how you could never get either of them to fly right on a broomstick.

"Ok buddy, ok," Bob murmured to the wriggling newborn in his arms. "You're gonna meet some furry friends of Momma and Daddy's."

Bob crouched low to the ground and sure enough, the cats came right to him, hesitantly at first but the sight of a new little human filled them with curiosity.

"He'll be ok if they start licking him right?" you chuckled.

"Counting on the fact that at least all of them have woken up at some point or another in his crib," Bob said.

Each of the cats got a sniff or two in before Bob was able to get to his feet and stand up right. The three of you moved to the couch where you snuggled close together, your son letting out a tiny little coo before the cats began climbing all over.

"Thank God your mom and dad took Teeter for the winter," you said. "He'd chase the cats all the way to the attic if he got the chance."

Bob laughed a little bit at the thought that sprang into his mind. Once the cats had settled in, you and Bob did the same, warming yourselves close to the fire while the blizzard howled away outside.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #tgm prompts #top gun maverick shortfics

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thorniest-rose · 2 years

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Steve and Eddie bump into each other in an empty hallway and Steve’s so tired of the bullying that he tries to have a civil conversation and say hey man let’s just leave each other alone sorry I was a jerk etc. Eddie of course would never do this but plays along and says that he’d like a formal apology, he’d like Steve to get on his knees. Steve refuses at first but finds himself following the order eventually. I think Eddie would make him kiss his rings or, depending on how humiliating we want to go, he might make him suck his fingers or open his mouth so he can spit in it

oh my GOD HAVE MERCY ON ME PLEASE. Ever since you sent this to me this morning all I've been able to think about is Steve on his knees sucking on Eddie's fingers and licking his rings while Eddie acts totally nonchalant about the whole thing, smoking a cigarette with his other hand, like he doesn't have Hawkins' most beautiful boy at his feet, hollowing his cheeks around his fingers and looking up at him with those big soft eyes. And then when he's decided Steve's had enough, pulling his fingers free, and wiping them clean on Steve's cheek so his face glimmers with his spit, before leaning down and pulling his bottom lip down so he can spit in his mouth, watching it catch and froth up on his tongue, like Steve's a kitten lapping up milk, and savouring the way Steve goes so red-hot with humiliation he can feel it on his skin when he strokes the back of his fingers against his cheek. He makes him wait there like that, on his knees, Eddie's spit on his tongue, until he finally tells Steve he can swallow it. The spell breaks then and Steve's instantly struggling up and walking away without saying another word to Eddie, so embarrassed he wants to die, his entire mouth tasting like Eddie's ashy cigarette spit. But Eddie lets him go. He doesn't mind his dumb baby being haughty, he can always find him and punish him for it later.

#asks #steddie #bully eddie verse

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suspiciousmammal · 1 year

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This is Needle, my foster cat, who doesn’t need eyeballs thank you very much. She had to have them removed as a kitten and she’s totally fine now and honestly thinks eyes are overrated.

Needle's collar goes surprisingly well with that ashy, been-stuck-in-the-chimney-since-2019 sort of coat she's got going on. In general she looks like an eccentrically dressed art student who wears an anti-bullying enamel pin yet makes fun of other people for wearing skinny jeans. 5/10 I feel like I'm projecting here

#submission #rating pets

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bonefall · 1 year

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Regarding the fire scene, this au https://docs.google.com/document/d/18k0UV5txDbk9_S4hVVzwGnkM048u5SYtVDGm1Wvr_Uc/edit actually fixes this by having Squirrelflight say to Ashfur she's not ready for a relationship, so when she suddenly "has kits" Ashfur feels betrayed, and that's why it would matter to him that the kits are not hers.

Alternatively you could set up that there's an in-universe bias against adoption where adoptive parents aren't expected to actually love their children, rather than it just being out-of-universe author bias where every adopted kid ever thinks that way.

@halogenwarrior

Ready for a Relationship Excuse

Hmm... I dunno, that still doesn't make sense to me. "I'll kill the symbol of you getting into a relationship because you lied and told me you weren't ready," feels like it's too logical. Ashfur wants to hurt her, because she hurt him. His motivation is emotional.

Which is why I also wrote myself into a bit of a corner by canonizing adopted kittens being on the same level as biological ones... I could go back to canon (it would certainly make fixing the tree MUCH easier) but, I would rather fix this terrible implication, instead of keeping it for one scene that doesn't even make sense in canon.

(I love the au tho, HUGE fan of aus that let Shrewpaw live. As a side note, his StarClan name in this rewrite is Shrewface. I may send him out with a Dying Apprentice ceremony.)

My plans

I'm thinking that maybe I'll fix it by having Ashfur be trying to end Squilf's bloodline. That would foil his plans for sure-- "I'll kill your kits and end your legacy the same way you've put an end to MINE!" "They're not my kits!"

But I still feel like that's less than Ashfur just wanting to HURT her, y'know? I wish I could preserve that, but no matter what way I slice it, it's obvious she loves them. She RAN TOWARDS A FIRE to save them. Even if it was just as clanmates, it would hurt her if they died.

And god don't get me started on Ashfur just going, "well shoot. Guess there's no point killing these witnesses!" Like Ashy, baby, you are going to cat jail for 1st degree attempted murder. Commit to the bit, you know??

Alternatively

Squilf could reveal the secret and it DOESN'T work, Ash just goes to kill them anyway. I could use the, y'know, meat-grinding machine that is Lionblaze to just benchpress Ashfur?

Would that be too easy? Lionblaze was abused pretty badly by Ashfur's mentorship, and I can see him hesitating. Maybe he can attack, but still let Ashfur escape in the end?

And then, of course, Hollyleaf finishes it later.

#Ashfur #Hollyleaf #Lionblaze #Squirrelflight #Bonefall Po3 #Bonefall Rewrite

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scr-ppup · 9 months

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Invi5eyewingkit

An inviane term connected to the Image below.

Invi + 5 + eye + wing + kit

Coined by the eternity aka Primuscapere

Flag ID. Two flags both with 9 even stripes with the colors going baby blue-lilac, muted lilac, light ashy grey, muted matte pink, white, muted matte pink, light ashy grey, muted lilac, baby blue-lilac. On the second flag is overlaid a rectangular image of a five eyed kitten with wings (actual image description underneath!). End ID

Image ID. An image of a white kitten sitting on top of a abstract carpet, the kitten has five eyes and a pair of blurry wings. End ID

#black seas of infinity : term coin #inviane #invigender #faunagender #catgender #liom #liom community #liom label #liom safe #mogai #mogai community #mogai label #mogai safe

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 1 year

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Character Profile Full name: Mitsuri Ashido-Sero

Pronunciation: Mit-zuri ASH-i-do se.ro

Meaning of Name: Mitsuri means "honey"

Hero/Villain Name: Bubble Gum

Nicknames: Honey-Bun, Suri, Mitsi

History of Nicknames: All gifted by her parents since birth so it kind of stuck

Nationality: Japanese-Hispanic

Quirk: Super-Glue: In which she can produce a large or small mass of a super sticky substance at will. When consuming it or letting it in your body system one way or another you will get negative effects such as headaches and stomach problems like when you eat real glue

Birthday and Astrology Sign: June 10th 21XX, Gemini

Age: 14

How old do they look: 14-16 Gender: Femimine Enby (she/they)

Orientation/Sexuality Preference: Pansexual

Birth date: June 10th

Birth place: Tokyo, Japan

Appearance: Eye color: Dark golden yellow with the right eye having a blackness instead of a normal eye

Eye shape: Round and wide

Do they wear contacts or glasses?: None Hair: Short curly dark pink hair

Height: 5'2

Weight: 90 lbs

Body build: Slightly chubby yet fit

Body shape: pear

Complexion: A ashy light pink

Cup size: D

Blood Type: AB

Handedness: Right handed

Hand type: Gentle hands

Nails: Short and clean with paint

Movement: Very flowy and bubbly

How do they walk: Very bubbly with a hop on her steps with her arms swinging

Posture: Straight and respectful

Flexibility: Decent

Speech Mannerisms: Tends to say "uh" a lot when she talks fast

Scars: None

Birthmarks: None

Piercings: Three on each ear

Tattoos: None

General face structure: Very cute with steady bone stricter like her mother but slightly sharper

Defining physical traits: Her horns and eye

Clothing: Uniform: She wears the UA girl uniform with pink or orange leg warmers over her socks and any bright jewelry

Casual outfit: A bright pink sweater dress with pastel blue leggings and white high heeled boots that reach her knees

Preferred outfit: NA

Hero/Villain costume: A semi tight sleeveless black dress that short in shorts that reach her mid thigh instead, neon pink leggings and skin tight deep scoop cut orange finger-less glove top underneath, a pair of black giggles over her eyes with a white razor tipped mouth mask under covering the rest of her face,

Equipment / Support Items: None

Characteristics:

Personality: VERY much her parents, bubbly and bright and full of energy and love

Big Five personality traits: Sweet, loyal, adorkable, bubbly, friendly

Most prominent personality trait: Bubbly

Best traits: Sweet, bubbly, kind, the life of the social butterfly party

Worst traits: Giddy, "naive", annoying

Likes: Dancing, singing, amusement parks, pools, gel pens, glitter, watching her parents work, painting, strawberry cake, Hachi Kaminari Dislikes: When she gets her glue in her hair (which is why it's usually cut now), being called "slim girl", being called fat

Quirks: (not the superpower but little silly things they do) She randomly starts singing to brighten to mood of others, drums her pens and pencils where ever, if she runs out of room to doodle in her notebooks she will steal someone elses to draw, she bounces around when she's real happy Fear: Not having friends

Hobbies: Painting, dancing, singing

Skills/Talents: Brightening someone's mood, good at painting

Strengths: Fast runner Weaknesses: Too much use of her Quirk could result in her being in a cocoon for a while depends how much she used and how thick the cocoon's walls were

Reason to keep on living: Her family and friends

What is their self-image like: She's very proud of her looks

Coping mechanisms: She will take her mom's old hero costume and her dad's shirt and curl up on the bed or couch listening to

Any life motto or quote they live by: "Life is gonna suck, that much we can all agree on, but why do we have to turn off the music or take away colors over one sad thing?"

Favorite things: All colors, puppies, kittens, bunnies, daisies, strawberry cake, the sound of music, love

Health:

Physical: Though chubby healthy as can be

Mental: Though has slight anxiety it's good

Emotional Stability: Pretty highly emotional and has slight anxiety but besides that good

If faced with crisis, what is their go-to: Screams and flights but goes to get help if that doesn't help

Nutrition: A bit uneven but normal

Habits: She chews her nails

History, Background, and Future:

0-4: Born in Tokyo Japan she lived her life pretty spoiled and loved deeply as a very happy and bubbly baby

5-8: She proved to be much of a social butterfly in her early school years and already came up with the dream to make others happy

9-11: By 10 her parents announced the pregnancy of her little brother Akio and started her life as a happy big sister with her besties beside her Got her Quirk during one Christmas break resulting in a funny mess

12-14: Developed a crush on Hachi Kaminari through their friendship and day dreams about marrying him and becoming a UA student to get her goal in check on becoming someone who makes everyone happy

15-Present: Got accepted to UA and live at home with her now five year old brother

Did they like their upbringing: She loves it

How has their upbringing shape them: Very proud and bubbly

What did they enjoy most about their childhood?: The times with her family having fun at an amusement park

What did they hate most about their childhood?: NA

Current Dream: Study hard and become someone who can protect and make others smile and be happy

Long-term goals for Future: Get married to someone who she loves and she loves back while becoming a person to make everyone around the world happy

Home: She lives in a apartment near campus right in the same building as Rose's family

Home Life as a Kid: Full of love and fun

Home Life Now: Supportive and loving

Quick Family background: Any Friends: Kohaku Usagiyama, Rose Takami, Zora Midoriya, Yuzuriha Midyoria, Tsuki Bakugo, Hoshiko Bakugo, Arashi Jiro-Yaoyorozu, Chiharu Jiro-Yaoyorozu, Hachi Kaminari, Gou Iida, Sakura Todoroki, Hiiragi Monoma Any Family: Mina Ashido (mom), Hanta Sero (dad), Akio (little brother)

#my hero academia #mha oc #mha next gen #my art

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