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eatingstringcheese · 1 year

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one bed - katsuki bakugo

in which class 1-a embarks on a field trip, and somehow katsuki and y/n end up sharing a bed

warnings: swearing, its really just fluff :)

"What do you mean there's only one bed?"

Katsuki grumbled from the other end of the phone, "I just told you, idiot! There's one bed in the hotel room."

Y/n pulled the phone away from their ear and groaned. "Why me?" They whined, stomping their feet on the floor like a toddler.

Mina rubbed her best friend's shoulder. "Don't worry, babes, it shouldn't be too bad."

Kyoka gave Y/n a pitiful look. "I'd offer the room I'm sharing with Yaoyorozu but we were only given a single bed too."

Momo intertwined her finger's with Kyoka's. "It'll be okay Y/n. Most rooms have a pull out couch."

Y/n glared at Katsuki, arms crossed against their chest.. "So one bed and a shitty couch."

"Yea, it's not even a pull out couch." He growled under his breath.

Y/n rubbed their face with a sigh. "Damn it. It's-" Y/n paused to check their watch. "It's past curfew so I can't go ask Aizawa."

Katsuki looked between the bed and the couch. "Two options, one of us sleeps on the couch or we share the bed."

"I'll take the couch, I won't make you sleep on that shitty thing." Y/n turned to grab their night clothes when Bakugo grabbed their elbow.

"I'm not going to make you sleep there either." He sighed, letting go of their elbow. "We can share the bed, as long as you don't kick me."

Y/n chuckled. "Only if you don't kick me either." They stuck out their hand shaking Katsuki's in agreement.

"Now, unless you want to grab my elbow like a cliche fanfic again, I'm going to change." They turned on the ball of their foot and headed towards the bathroom. Exchanging their school uniform for a nice pair of night clothes, a mismatched pair of top and bottoms. The correct matches were somewhere but this set had been thrown last minute after Y/n's bag check.

Pulling out a small container and a washcloth, Y/n rubbed their face with the cream to wash their face. After completing their nightly routine they knocked from the inside of the bathroom.

"Katsuki? Are you done changing?" They shouted towards the main room.

A grumbled yes was all they needed before shutting the light off and returning to the room. Catching a gaze of Katsuki they quickly turned their eyes away from his direction.

"I thought you said you were done changing?"

Katsuki turned back to them. "I am."

"Then why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

"I don't sleep with a shirt on."

"Gross." Y/n turned and rummaged through their bag, pulling out a blanket and shaking it out. "I'm tired and have shit to do tomorrow so I'm heading to bed now. Don't be too loud, got it?"

"Tch, dumbass. I don't usually stay up past 8:30. So you better not be the one making too much noise."

Y/n rolled their eyes. "Uh huh." Pulling the decorative pillows off the bed and throwing them onto the couch nearby they laid down on the bed. Katsuki did the same on his side of the bed.

"Katsuki, I swear. If I wake up with your feet in my back we're going to have some serious problems."

Katsuki rolled his eyes and turned off the overhead lamp. "Just go to bed, dumbass."

Y/n shot out of bed, a cold sweat ran down their back as they tried to remember where they were. Searching the room for some sign they paused and took a breath when their gaze fell upon their backpack. A school trip for training exercises. They turned on a nearby lamp to light the way to the bathroom. Hopping out of bed and walking to the bathroom they grabbed a paper cup from the coffee bar and filled the cup. Their watch read 12:12, way too late to talk to someone. They leaned against the wall and slowly sipped their cup of water.

The thin carpet of the main room absorbed the sound of footsteps, so Katsuki peering into the bathroom had taken Y/n by surprise.

"Oh uh, Katsuki. What are you doing awake?"

"You're louder than you think dumbass."

"Oh, sorry." Y/n swirled around the liquid contents of their cup. "I'll probably be awake for a bit. You can head back to bed."

Katsuki looked Y/n in the eyes and shook his head. "You seem shaken up, and I'd feel like an ass if I left you here."

Y/n gave a small smile to Katsuki. "I was just gonna play some Mario Kart on my switch, wanna join me?"

Katsuki grinned. "Hell yea, I'm the king of Mario Kart."

Y/n chuckled. "I'm going to make you eat those words. I've been playing since I was 8 and I'm kind of the best at it."

"Yea right." Katsuki rolled his eyes and began making his way back to the main room.

"Let's make a bet, I win I get to make you do something."

"What's the something?"

"Depends on what I'm feeling when I win."

"Alright. If I win you've got to try spicy curry."

Y/n cringed, handling spicy foods wasn't their strong suit. (a/n: rip y/n, spicy food is tasty)

With a nod, the pair shook hands and sat together on the bed.

A few minutes later, Y/n had connected their nintendo switch to the small hotel TV. Handing Katsuki the red controller, Y/n opened Mario Kart 8 and set up a two player game.

"So Katsuki, who do you main?"

"Bowser."

"Thought so."

"What about you?"

Y/n gestured to the screen in front of them, where their character sat on their vehicle, ready for the game to start.

Katsuki nodded approvingly.

It was the final lap of the last map, the pair were tied head to head for first place. The score was 2:1, Y/n leading. Katsuki was determined to beat them this round. Katsuki ran into an item box, gaining a red shell. With a smirk, he pressed down on the L button and sent the shell flying towards Y/n's character, gaining first place for himself.

He grinned at Y/n. "Good game, loser."

Y/n smiled back. "Not so fast." They pointed to the screen where it displayed both Y/n and Katsuki's characters in 2nd place. Katsuki's frown faltered. "Wait- how?"

"I told you, I'm kind of the best at it." They shrugged, taking the red controller from Katsuki's hands and plugging it into the switch.

"Wait a minute! I want a rematch."

"Tomorrow. It's late and I'm tired again." Y/n yawned, crawling back into the bed next to Katsuki.

Katsuki sneered. "Fine. So who wins?"

"I guess we both do."

"That means you've gotta try some spicy curry." Katsuki's smirk widened.

"Then you're taking me out on a date." Y/n yawned and turned over on their pillow.

"Oi! What do you mean!"

The only response he received was the steady breathing from Y/n.

The next morning Katsuki and Y/n joined the class in the downstairs area of the hotel. Y/n joining their friends and Katsuki joining his.

"Yo! Bakubro!" Kirishima smiled, waving to his friend. He paused when Bakugo got closer. "Are you okay? You look super tired."

Bakugo yawned and waved him off. "Yea yea I'm fine shitty hair. Y/n just kept me up late last night."

Kaminari peered over the edge of his phone with a smile. "Dude what-"

"NO NOT LIKE THAT DUNCE FACE!" Katsuki rubbed his temples. "No, they woke up early for some reason and we played Mario Kart."

Denki nodded. "Sure, sure."

"That's what we did!"

"Whatever you say man."

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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You want more Dadzawa you said right? Aizawas sees students accidentally or purposely mislabeling NB! Reader as a female cuz reader is AFAB and he notices reader looks sad whenever someone says "she's so pretty", "she's adorable", "she's too perfect!" But reader has told aizawa they're preferred pronouns. -Shuu

ofc!

Masterlist<3

Aizawa x Enby!Student!Reader (Platonic) - Misgendered

"You're so pretty! Isn't she so pretty?!"

You can't help but feel a little dejected at the complement, Mina's loud, energetic and enthusiastic voice filling the room, accidentally misgendering you in the process. Aizawa looks up from his papers at his desk, giving you an unreadable look.

A forced smile presses at your lips while you fight the dysphoria, rationalising it in your head by telling yourself that you haven't gotten around to telling everyone yet. Yet, part of you is a little disappointed that you don't look as enby as you feel.

Your teacher notices this easily, bothered by the saddened flash in your eyes that noone picks up on, and he feels bothered that one of his students is facing such a problem on their own. Aizawa is the only person that knows out of the entire class full of people, because you had opened up about why you'd been distracted and unhappy for the few days before. From then, he made it his mission to bring the class closer together and encourage teamwork to show you that you have friends who won't see you as anything different.

"Aw.. t-thank you, Mina... I guess we could be two pretty best friends, huh?~"

Mina's cheeks go pink... Well, more pink than they were already. She's blushing and it's absolutely adorable. Flirting and complementing others is your love language after all, and you definately think she's one of the prettiest people you've ever met. She has the heart of an angel too, it's just a shame that you don't know how to come out to her and tell her that you're non-binary. It really sucks.

Aizawa looks at you dryly as you shamelessly flirt with everyone in the class, his eye twitching as he deadpanns, an expression on his face that seems to say something along the lines of "kids these days..."

He huffs and continues with his teaching, separating your little group as the break ends and carrying on with the lesson, planning on pulling you aside after class to talk about what happened.

Though to his surprise, you had come to him of your own accord after everyone had filed out of the room and he doesn't even have time to speak before you're interrupting him.

"I want to come out... I- Can i make an announcement during our next period?"

"... It's rude to interrupt your teacher, problem child. Yes, you can make an announcement. Is this about Mina's comment earlier?..."

You pout as he gives you the same monotone voice and stares straight into your soul, nodding your head and feeling yourself deflate a little as he still reprimands you for interrupting him and flirting during class.

"Jeez, i get no special treatment, huh? Not even for your favourite resident creature? Damn."

Your sensei can't stop himself from chuckling at your antics as you hang your head down in an act of disappointment, shooing you away and telling you to go and hang out with your friends.

By the time next period rolls around, it finally dawns on you just how scared you are to actually come out for real, and you almost entertain the thought of backing out until you make up your mind at the sight of Izuku and Kirishima being absolute cinnamon rolls. There's no way such kind hearted, genuine heros could have any kind of prejudice in their heart. What were you even thinking?

That's it. You're gonna tough up and face it. So when you stand up in front of the class as they all file in, you ignore their curious and confused looks and spill your secret.

"Uh- guys? Sorry, I just wanted to say something- uhm... Im enby, a-and my pronouns are they/them. I've felt this way for a while now... and i'm sorry it took a while for me to say anything..."

With that, you stay quiet, anxiously waiting for any kind of reaction until you hear Kirishima and Denki interrupting eachother with words of encouragement, though you don't really understand because they're speaking at the same time and you're getting confused. A small smile plays at your lips as Mina nearly knocks over her desk to embrace you, squealing as you almost fall down, excited and encouraging chatter erupting in the room while Aizawa looks on with the tiniest smile.

None of you know just how proud he is of this class. And he decides that you never will because brats don't get that kind of positive reinforcement from him. He's oviously going to keep working you all to the bone and making sure you all suffer for being problem children. But for now, he can be proud, and watch on with hidden relief while you get flooded with reassurance.

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newtthetranswriter · 7 months

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Word count: 1703

Paring: Taishiro Toyomitsu(Fatgum) x Transmasculine non-binary reader

Summary: Being transgender and working with idiots can be really hard, but luckily you have the softest boyfriend ever.

Warnings: Mentions of dysphoria, talk of binding, people being dicks, mentions of food, let me know if i missed anything that should be a warning.

A/n: So little background, one this takes place shortly after the Shie Hassakai raid, so Taishiro is in slim form. Two I wrote this because recently at work I’ve been having a lot of trouble with people misgendering me even after having conversations with management about my identity. It's getting better but still feeling kinda shitty. Anyway, enjoy this comfort fic and let me know if you like it. Also, requests are open just check my rules and character list and feel free to ask for anything.

Today was by far one of the hardest I’ve had in a long time. I just wanted to go to bed and not get up for anything. I spent the entire day at work being misgendered by coworkers, and customers, this really did a number on my gender dysphoria and self esteem. Every Time I was called ma'am, or heard someone refer to me as her or she I felt like all of the work I have done to pass as masculine was for nothing. I know I shouldn’t let these things get to me because people can be dicks but it still really hurts, especially when I've told coworkers multiple times that my pronouns are they/them or he/him, and they keep ignoring my wishes.

My only relief is when I get to go home to my lovely partner Taishiro Toyomitsu. We’ve been together for the past couple of years and he has been supportive the entire time. He has been with me since before I started transitioning and didn’t even bat an eye when I finally came out and decided to transition. Tai always knows what to say when I’m having a bad day, and supports me in every way that he can. I don’t know where I would be If I didn’t have him.

That’s why I was so relieved to arrive home to find him relaxing on the couch with take out from our favorite restaurant down the road. It’s like he knows when I’m having an off day before we even talk. I took my shoes and coat off, setting them by the door before plopping down on the couch leaning on his shoulder. While I enjoy the warm cuddles I get from him when he’s in his fat form, I enjoy being able to lean on his shoulder without struggle.

“Hey dumpling, you want to talk about it, or just eat dinner?” Tai asked as he wrapped his arm over my shoulder, pulling me in closer.

“Food first, I just want to relax with you.” I was not ready to talk about my struggles of the day yet. He just nodded and reached for a take out container with teriyaki salmon and noodles, handing it to me with a pair of chopsticks. I gladly accepted it, ready to enjoy a meal with Tai.

Before we could get too far into eating, Taishiro sat up from his current box of rice with a look of reliastion on his face. “You didn’t take off your binder.” He turned to me. I turned away slightly because I know what he was gonna say, sure he’s right I just can’t handle that right now. “Hey, I know you don’t want to, because of whatever happened today. But it’s for your own safety, I don’t want you hurting from wearing it too much. Tell you what, if you go take it off now you can wear one of my hoodies, and while you’re doing that I will put on How to Train Your Dragon cause I know it’s one of your favorites.” Tai encouraged me to go take off the constricting fabric.

I nodded begrudgingly, before getting off the couch to find the giant hoodie I had claimed as my dysphoria hoodie. It took me a minute to get my binder off and get the hoodie on, making sure to stretch out my shoulders and cough to help expand my lungs after 8 hours of compression on my chest. Once I felt somewhat comfortable, I made my way back out to the living room. “Happy now?” I said as I watched my boyfriend finish what I assume is his third box of rice judging by the empty containers stacked at the end of the coffee table. He looked up at me with rice stuck to the outside of his mouth, he smiled at me and nodded. I sat down next to him picking my food back up and playing the movie.

After about three hours, an entire table’s worth of food, and two How to train Your Dragon movies later, I was faced with a discussion I still didn’t want to have. “You should really talk about what happened at work. I know you don’t like talking about your struggles, but you can’t bottle it up all the time, dumpling.” Tai said, pulling me into his side.

I nodded but took a minute to respond. “It’s just so difficult. I work so hard to look the way I want to and people just ignore it. They just assume because I have a higher pitch voice that obviously I’m a chick. I just wish people would take in more than one feature of a person before making assumptions, or ask before calling people something.” I began ranting, and like every other time I’ve needed to vent Taishiro just listened, rubbing my back. “I hate that I’ve explicitly told people ‘hey I’m non-binary and prefer these pronouns’ and they straight up ignore it. If I didn’t need this job I would probably quit. And I know what you’re gonna say, yes technically we could comfortably live off your salary as a pro, but I can’t sit around all day. I need to do something and not be cooped up all the time. I just wish there was a way to get people to pull their heads out of their asses and be respectful.” It felt nice to get that off my chest, I truly did like working and being out of the house, but dealing with assholes is so draining.

Taishiro didn’t immediately respond knowing that it was necessary and just pulled me closer. It may not have been long since he used up his fat stores but I could tell he was steadily building it back. He was becoming less lean and softer. I was always in awe of how much he changed because of his quirk, it honestly made me slightly jealous and that thought led me into another rant. “Uhg, I'm so jealous of you sometimes you know. You have such an amazing quirk, you get to save people and they respect you no matter what. They don’t look at you and assume you’re lazy because of your fat form, they don’t treat you differently when you expel the energy from your body and become skinny. No matter what to people you are the BMI hero Fatgum. But when people look at me, I’m just some chick trying to pretend to be a guy. If only I had a quirk that let me change how I looked, I would be able to look how I want when I want and I wouldn’t have to wait ages to get approved for surgeries to make me feel comfortable in my own body. Hell if I even just had a quirk people would probably respect me more.” I finish slightly out of breath.

I heard a sigh from above me and looked up at Taishiro. “Don’t say that. People respect you plenty. Plus you’re perfect the way you are. You are so much braver than most of the pro heroes I’ve worked with. You face the world everyday with a smile on your face even when you feel less than perfect. You treat everyone with respect even when they don’t really deserve it. And yes people will look at me no matter what and see Fatgum the BMI hero, but only you look at me and see Taishiro. You’re the only one who knows how frustrating it is for me to find clothes because of my size, or how tired I get after using up all my fat. You are the only person I want to see when I’m eating a grocery store worth of food in one sitting because it’s not a pretty site and I know you won’t judge me. The people love Fatgum because he can save them and not break a sweat, they love that in dire situations he goes from an 8 foot ball to a 6 foot lean attractive person. Being able to change how you look can be great but it can also be a pain. I wouldn’t want you to change the way you look just so other people stop being dicks. If you want to change the way you look, do it because that's what you want. And I’ve told you before I’ll pay for anything you want, if you’re tired of waiting for approval for top surgery I’ll gladly pay for it. If you want to quit your job because people are assholes, quit your job.” He went on his own rant trying to get his point across. “ And before you say it, if you quit your job you can come be my assistant at the agency, help me with paperwork and talk with Amajiki and Eijiro cause I know how much you care for those two.” He added on. We had talked about it before and I had always turned down the offer, but with how stressful my current job is it would be nice to work with people who actually respect and care about me.

“Okay, I guess I’ll come work with you. It has been a while since I talked with the boys. I’ll put in my two weeks tomorrow.” He gave me his signature smile finally glad that after years of trying to get me to work with him I agreed. “Also thank you for listening and cheering me up. I love you so much Tai. I don’t know what I would do without you.” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek before standing up to head to the bedroom for the night.

Before I could get too far he pulled me back down to the couch, giving me a kiss on the lips. “I love you too, Y/n. I truly am proud of you, whenever you need to talk I’m always here for you.” Tai said before letting me up and following me to bed.\

There may be bad days where it feels like nothing is going right but at least I know I have the most supportive boyfriend ever to help me through it.

#my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #fatgum x reader #taishiro toyomitsu #mha taishiro #taishiro x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #trans!reader #nonbinary reader #comfort fic

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backupbitchbaby · 7 months

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YOURE STORG

Guide

WHO AM I?

I am “You’reStoryWisdom” a story book writer as well as a fanfic writer. I take request/prompts and turn them into whatever fantasy you wish it to be. I’ll make your diaries secrets true my dear.

I am 20 YEARS OLD , FTM. I am a MALE READER /. NON BINARY BLOG.

no female reader content will be present here.

FTM reader is allowed here as it is apart of the male category

MTF reader isn’t allowed here as that is under the female category.

RULES

You are not allowed to rush me when it comes to request or story publishing if you wish for a good quality story.

Female reader or mtf reader ARE NOT ALLOWED HERE.

Minors are allowed here simply because I am not your mother and I know damn well I was doing the same thing at you’re age. But keep in mind I am not responsible for anything that you may see or experience here as you clicked on my blog.

DARK CONTENT IS ALLOWED HERE

WHO I WRITE FOR?

Genshin impact & HONKI IMPACT

ALMOST ANY ANIME

ALL GAMES ARE WELCOME.

Truly you can just request and I’ll do my best.

E NJOY YOUR TRAVEL.

MY DARLING ANGEL.

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cuteyetbad · 10 months

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If Tomura Shigaraki had siblings and a mother

#anime oc #oc art #sister reader #nonbinary reader #male oc #sibling reader #brother reader #x male reader #tomura shigaraki #bnha oc #bnha x reader #bnha tomura

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pumpkin-sage · 2 years

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"____ tied ____ hair into French braids"

"____ put their hair into a ponytail/bun"

Man, I just want short hair to be normalized for the y/n character. Or at the bare minimum, just don't mention hair length, I have really short hair, like you Jason from stranger Things? Like that but grown out a little. I know it's not a big deal but still :(

Also, (although I have a wavy/straight hair type) what about poc ( or anyone) who don't have hair that you can just easily braid, or put into a ponytail?

Idk, maybe I'm being sensitive but I just need someone to write something with a y/n character that doesn't have long, straight, or super manageable hair.

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honeyspiders10 · 9 months

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hola! i was wondering if you could write a tokoyami thing and or maybe shoji? dont have a prompt, jus need the emo king and the octo-god.

grasisas! (did i spell that right...?)

Of course, sweetie!

I did relationship HCs sense I didn't get a prompt!

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Request: yes!

TW: none. If there is some, please let me know, and I'll put them up!

Genre: fluff!

Fandom: my hero academia / boku no hero academia

Gender of reader: not specified. Can be read as any!

Pronouns used: you/your/you're

Characters: shoji, tokoyami (Seperate)

Style: HDCs

Proofread: yes. For once.

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Tokoyami would be the sweetest boyfriend EVER.

The cutest little noise when you kiss his beak. You can't give him a proper kiss since... y'know he's a bird.

He gives the best hugs, tight, but not too tight. And dark shadow always appears when you guys are hugging or cuddling and gets behind you, or if you guys are spooning, he gets in your arms and asks for head scratches. He's the cutest little shadow.

You guys go on dates a lot! Normally indoor dates, so dark shadow can join so he's not shivering in terror of the sun. Or, nighttime dates so dark shadow can join :).

You usually go on little drives through Japan! Going to the mountains and stargazing, or late-night swims in the ocean.

Movie dates are a MUST! horror movies seem like a common occurrence with Tokoyami, but if you're not into horror movies he'll watch whatever. He's not picky. He's prefers SI-Fi over romance, but he'll watch whatever makes you happy!

HUGS

This boy loves hugs. And not those shitty side hugs awkward family members give when you haven't seen them in ages. Nein. The good ones. The full-out arms around the waist, arms around the neck shit. THAT is a hug, bitch. And he owns that shit. And with dark shadow... MMMMMM BEST HUGS.

Alright... So, Shoji.

First, this man.. Great hugs. obviously. I mean.. six arms.

TOUCH HIS HAIRRRRRRRR

Loves head scratches, can't convince me otherwise.

Will and does let you give him cool hairstyles. Get his hair flat (if you can) and french braid it. He would look adorable.

For dates; He would take you shopping. Doesn't matter what store, as long as you're happy! (just a sweetheart omfs)

I feel like he really likes Manga... don't know why, just feel like he does. His favorites? Assassination Classroom. OR, Vagebond. He likes the drama. Naruto too. Feel like he has a thing for Shikamaru for some reason.

Always knows what you're feeling. Sad, mad, happy, tired, any other emotion that exists. He knows. And will cuddle you or get you anything you want. He'd make such a good boyfriend and i love him for it.

LOVES hand kisses, kiss them. He'll melt into a puddle of blushy goo.

Kiss his cheeks when he takes off his mask. it'll take him awhile to show you his face, but when you see it, kiss him. He'll love it. But, until them, you'll be getting kissed through the mask. (still kissed though <3)

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Thanks for reading <3

-Charlie

#x reader #x trans male reader #x male reader #x nonbinary reader #mha x reader #mha #bnha fanfiction

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imfiguringitoutlovely · 2 years

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HI HELLO HOWDY I just saw ur quirk requests and I gots one hehe

Unicorn

This quirk gives the user some attributes of a unicorn (horn, ears, and a long tail with hair on the end) as well as stronger legs, specifically enhanced agility speed and strength! The quirk also gives them the ability to remove toxins/poisons from water and to a greater extent people, although it's much more difficult. However, they do have a poison/toxin resistance due to the purifying part of their quirk

They aren't related to anyone in Canon but the stronger legs part of their quirk is similar to Mirko!

Platonic 1A please!!

And extra info is he/they pronouns and idk if you write trans reader but if you're comfy doing so that's be awesome :D, also their vibe is pastel himbo JDHDBSND

I lov ur writing and I hope ur having a good day/night!!!!

Unicorn in a UA Uniform

pairing: platonic!class 1a x reader (he/they, trans)

genre: fluff, sillies, LIGHT angst

warnings: mentions of femenization/fear of transphobia (doesn't aftually occur, just a fear of) + mentions of jerkwads

author's note: i was blasting mlp songs while writing this. ALSO***, for future ref, as a trans person, im more than happy to write trans rep!

(also dont like how people made scary edits of this song :( )

(Ik this isn't unicorn themes exactly but it made me :]:]:]:] happy bc its bright and pretty like unicorns :])

you're warm. you're bright, and everything about your quirk should be an automatic eyestrain warning, but it's not because there's something about who you are as a person that balances.

you're not coolheaded or laidback, but you're not eccentric to the point where it comes off as forceful. you're you, yourself, a proud unicorn himbo, and nobody in your class can bring themselves to think anything negatively of that whatsoever. even people like bakugou embrace it (a few weeks in) and though it does perplex him, he doesn't look into it much.

so your first impression as a person? GREAT!

the next issue though was how people saw you as a peer. well, moreso from a professional stance.

because of your power to remove toxins paired with your ability to watch your own ass, you're typically quickly labeled as a support hero or told you should pursue rescuing. at first you just took it as a compliment because there's nothing weak or bad about being a support hero or rescuing! they're difficult fields of work and arguably some of the most important!

but when you realized it was a backhanded way to tell you that you weren't suited for prohero work, it started to bother you.

the way people told you, too, was just so condescending. they always said it with a bit of a bite in their tone, a second slap in the face once you realized they were also treating you like an outright idiot.

"have you ever considered... alternative career paths? heroes are always looking for sidek- er- support."

"you're no cat, but i'd imagine the pussycats are always looking for back up crew. the pay is good and well... it'd probably save you your...mental energy."

it wasn't just random people. no, it was some people even at SCHOOL who were telling you this, people who youd considered friends since middle school.

and it was tough. trying to act as though you didn't understand their intentions was TOUGH. but considering the alternative, which was losing your only "friends", you decided to play up the whole clueless, starry eyed dreamer act.

this was until you got your first praises from aizawa.

training was great. difficult and tiring, and it definitely pushed you to your very limits, but great. you were treated seriously and that was all you'd really wanted.

wearing pastel clothes, being a bit vacuous and having a unicorn quirk did not make you weak. it didn't make you less of a person, less of a guy, or less of a hero, and it was great to finally be treated that way with nobody trying to take it easy on you out of any pity.

your 1a peers weren't going to hold back and neither were your teachers. after the first two months of school, as the class started becoming better acquainted, compliments started rolling in more often. they were commonly shared amongst everyone with genuine and vibrant admiration for the diverse skillsets amongst the group, but what was rare was for them to come from aizawa.

it wasn't that he couldn't tell someone when they were doing well, but he hardly ever left it at that. it wasn't a bad trait, really; his ability to maintain a professional front despite caring so deeply about his students in order to provide the best feedback possible was an asset to the school staff. in the same way it drove everyone towards progress, though, it left many yearning for more assurances. however asking for it was going to be seen as selfish or needy regardless of who it came from.

it's still school, after all.

but this is why, 4 months in, when aizawa compliments you, genuinely compliments you, you finally get that improvement in self image that pushes you to stand up for yourself.

"now, [last name]. their focus on getting to the target never made him lose focus of damage control. he supported mina when necessary and kept open communication to allow her to do the same for them. that's what a good teammate is supposed to do with any hero they're working with. adapting to a situation includes adapting to who you're working with. he made sure they stayed on track even when facing massive interruptions in plans."

and he moved on. three days later, you confronted your "friends" and decided you weren't going to take any shit about your career choices.

OK AS FOR YOUR RELATIONSHIPS W GROUPS IN THE CLASS-

deku won't outright ask you to do it, but it's clear he's curious and you're more than happy to help him with his notes. it's not everyday you have a friend that's so genuinely interested in your abilities. (basically you test how fast you can purify water and he figures out how to calculate how that'd translate to your ability to purify toxins in people based on previous trainings and he uses that in order to-)

as mentioned earlier, bakugou doesn't mind you. todoroki doesn't either. they're not closest to you, and same goes with iida, jirou, sero, and momo, but it's moreso a difference in interest over anything. none of you are just very close and thats all good! you still care about each other and respect each other v much.

KAMI AND KIRI ARE ALSO HIMBOS AND YOU THREE HAVE SUCH DIFFERENT AESTHETICS THAT HONESTLY NOBODY EXPECTED YOU ALL TO BE SO CLOSE BUT YK SLAY

after hanging out in the dorms, you end up with black nail polish, kami ends up with pastel nails, and kiri ends up with a mix of vibrant red and pastel red that he honestly does not mind. you and kami also make fun of his croc obsession, all in good fun, but then kiri makes fun of your obsessions with sticking to your aesthetics and yall are 😶 /lh

you were honestly scared that uraraka, mina, and asui would femenize you because of your aesthetic + your quirk. you were scared of others doing it as well, but for some reason especially nervous about their reaction, especially after telling them your pronouns,, BUT THEY RESPECT YOU ON ANOTHER LEVEL OK? 👹 and when mina told you they go by she/they, everything was honestly great. you all get alone very well and often times help each other find clothes (you insist on helping uraraka pay for new clothes).

you're not that close to the other girls of the class, but that isn't to say you dont get along!

the same goes with teachers, really, though mic often times asks about something you're wearing, whether it's a bracelet, necklace, or even the nail polish. you notice sometimes that layer in the week, either him or shinsou is wearing something identical or near the same to what he asked about.

its become somewhat of a habit now, you staying two minutes late to trade information about where you get accessories.

but yes. overall it's a good time. you keep learning, not just about the prohero field, but about your value. you have a place in the world, in prohero agencies, in UA, in 1a. and nobody is ever gonna be able to take that from you. you're truly 1 in a million.

#x male reader #xmale!readerblog #nonbinary #x nonbinary reader #trans reader #x trans reader #mha x reader #x class 1a #my hero academia #chat with me lovelies #bnha #fanfic #boku no hero academia #he/they #mha #read with me lovelies

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reveseke · 1 year

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Dumbass *lovingly*

PT. Dumbass *lovingly*. PT end

Just sleepy cuddles with Bakugo lol

Trans friendly reader, second person pov ( your/yours)

Cw .. none if you don't count reader being distractive to Bakugo when he's trying to sleep lol.

DNI - Fudanashis/fujodashis, women & fem-aligned, profic/proship, anti - LGBTQ+ folk & exclusionists, anti-antis, Necro- Zoo- Pedophiles + (NO)Maps(and other terms), basic DNI criteria, kink/nude/nsfw/sh/vent/pro-ana/ed/18+ blogs

Shifting in the bed Bakugo laid in silence, the darkness comforting as he felt the bed dip under another added weight. He could feel you climbing to his bed, just the comforting weight of you when you blobbed down on top of his chest.

Burying yourself basiclly into his side as he shifted underneath you. A soft pet against your head made a small smile bloom on your face in the darkness. Nose filled with the scent of vanilla and cinnamon mix.

" what's up ? " He murmured in the silence. Tired and sleepy enough to sound cute.

" tired. Go back to sleep. " You chirped at him in a low tone. Feeling his chest for a second before moving to the side of his face, pulling yourself up to pepper few kisses against his face and managing to get a groan out of him.

" love, how am I supposed to sleep when you're here to distract me ? " Katsuki chuckled as he easily flipped both of. You laying underneath him as he let his body flop down against yours. Full weight on top of you making you wheeze for a second for the unexpected shift.

" mm.. i don't honestly know. "

" mhm.. go to sleep, dumbass. "

#bnha x male reader #bnha x nonbinary reader #bakugo katsuki x male reader #bakugo Katsuki x nonbinary reader #Fandom : BNHA

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luxthestrange · 26 days

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BNHA Incorrect quotes#13...The awakening 2-

NB!Y/n*Meeting the Big Three after Izuku told you about his odd but nice upperclassmen*Are the big three Zuzu told me about?~Im Y/n Midoriya!~

Tamaki:...

Nejire:...

Mirio: ARE YOU AN A THESPIAN?SUPERMODEL?-SEA DEITY?OR D ALL OF THE ABOVE?!-

NB!Y/n*Chuckling at his comment, looking at his eyes* Arent you sweet~

Mirio*Flushed under the collar and looks at Nejire and tamaki*O-Ok you guys get out of here...so me and beautiful gorgeous can live happily ever after-

Tamaki*Hidding his face and covers his eyes from your...radiance* Mi-mirio you in highschool and they're college, their old...er-

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eatingstringcheese · 1 year

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made with love - katsuki bakugo

in which dinner is served with love by katsuki's beloved

warnings: knives used in cooking, swearing

Y/n stood in the kitchen, one hand curled carefully around the knife, a other keeping the cutting board steady as they quickly cut through the ingredients for tonight's dinner. Spicy curry, a favorite of their husband's. Wiping the stinging tears in their eyes, Y/n made the final slice and tossed the onions into the pot sitting on the stove. After wiping their hands on their apron, they turned the dial on the stove up to medium-high, letting the onions boil.

Katsuki walked through the front door of the small apartment, a large sigh heaved through his chest, after a long day of hero work he was ready to relax with his partner, Y/n. As he walked through the apartment he smiled, smelling the aroma of onions and chicken wafting through the apartment.

The timer rang and Y/n quickly removed the onions from the stove and began the preparations for dinner. Y/n smiled as they heard their husband's feet patting down the hallway.

"Hey, honey, when did you get home?" They asked, tilting their head towards his direction but keeping their eyes on the dinner.

Katsuki walked into the kitchen, "Just a few minutes ago." He wrapped his arms around Y/n's waist and sighed, laying his chin on their shoulder as he surveyed the making of the dinner, taking in the calming and familiar scent of Y/n's favorite soap.

Y/n turned to the side and connected their lips with their husband's, a short but sweet kiss, all the while still full of the emotions the two couldn't convey with words.

Y/n broke the kiss and returned to the dinner, "Katsu baby, how was work?" Their voice was calm and clear, one of Katsuki's favorite things.

He sneered. "Just the same old shitty villains and their shitty antics." He mumbled into his lover's shoulder. His arms tightened around Y/n's waist slightly while going through the events of today. Hero work had never been something to throw off Katsuki's aura, but with Y/n, Katsuki was anxious to protect the love of his life. He'd seen the horrors of families grieving and he hated it. "I missed you a lot today."

Y/n smiled, moving the dinner over to the island to plate it, Katsuki's arms still around their waist. Surveying the plates their eyes gleamed with pride.

"Katsu?"

"Mhm?" Katsuki hummed, his eyes closed and his face relaxed.

"Come on baby, dinner's ready." Y/n slipped from Katsuki's limp grasp to serve themselves a bowl of curry. The bowl was taken from their hands and tossed aside on the counter. As Katsuki took his lover in his arms, Y/n sighed and wrapped their arms around Katsuki,

"Katsuki, the dinner's gonna get cold!" Y/n whined.

"But baby," He whined, mocking Y/n's childish tone and burying his face in their shoulder. "I'm cold!"

Y/n chuckled, their breath hitching when Katsuki hooked his arms under their thighs. "Katsuki!"

Katsuki smirked, picking Y/n up and setting them on the counter. Placing his lips on Y/n's, his hands found their hips as the space between the couple was closed. Y/n smiled into the kiss, their fingers intertwining in his spiky ash-blonde locks.

The two pulled back for a moment, foreheads touching as they caught their breaths.

"I love you." Katsuki muttered under his breath.

Y/n smiled and kissed their husband's nose. "I love you too."

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patxhwrk · 1 year

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"It's 2am, why the hell are you making cake?"

"You don't want any?"

LATE NIGHT LEITMOTIF

Hitoshi Shinso x Nonbinary Reader

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Out now, read it pls :))

Pure fluff and romance in case ur not into that but if u are pls read

I know the prologue & chapter one are shit but i promise i have good ideas for this

#x reader #shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #bnha x reader #nonbinary reader #enby reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader

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hail-ey-m · 1 year

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єιנιяσ кιяιѕнιмα—∂уѕρнσяια

Relationship: platonic

!!TW: Gender dysphoria!!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Dear Y/n,

I've noticed you've been pretty down lately, I think I may know what it is.

Don't worry! I'm not going to judge you, I just want you to know that you are valid!

I really care about you and I hate to see you so down, so if you ever need to rant, or even need help with deciding a name that better suits you, I'm here!

If anyone throws you judgmental glances or says something rude to you, you point em out to me ok? You are loved and I will always be here for you.

There is nothing wrong with you ok? You're not diseased, you are valid! There are people who will be there for you to love and support you. If you feel like you have nobody, then I will gladly help in whatever way you need me to! I may not have the best fashion sense, but I can do one hell of a hair transformation!

In any case, I love you and I care about you. I will never ever judge you or make you feel unwanted. You are so special and you deserve the world, so don't let anyone or anything make you think otherwise! Keep your chin up!

Your friend,

Eijiro ♡

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rottenshigaraki · 2 years

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Living Dead

Pairing: Dabi x undead!reader

reader is nonbinary -Them/They

Word Count: 2k

Summary: If he hadn't been watching, he'd have never noticed your gaze. Off putting, he thinks, uncanny even, your head staying still as you moved your eyes about, scanning the bar. Before landing on him. You're definitely in the right place if you look like anything your eyes say. An animal giving way to possession by parasites nesting in its rotting brain. Nothing normal.

Tags: body gore, discussion of past abuse and death, angst, fluff, fuckin eventually, drinking, Content Warning: nothing.

Personal Note: THANK you Avery for beta reading <3 This was supposed to be a drabble, now it has chapters. how many? i don't know hopefully not too many. The “discussion of abuse” will get intense and in detail in later chapters, it will be appropriately tagged. I will also add tags if needed.

>MINORS DO NOT INTERACT <

Calm chatter permeated the small secret bar. The villains talked amongst themselves, relaxing and drinking with one another in their own groups, until the dark cloudy portal emerged from nothing, taking everyone's attention immediately. Slim legs belonging to Shigaraki stepped through first, shoes covered in mud and gunk, painting the floor instantly. He was followed by you, who cautiously stepped through next. Squinting, your eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light as you were met with unknown and on guard stares.

“This is the new recruit, welcome them in nicely.” Is all the unruly white haired man said before slipping away casually. Not much of an introduction but you weren’t upset with it. Immediately the league's demeanor changed, and they all began welcoming you like an old friend. Toga was the first to swarm you, while the others followed suit.

You were modest to say the least, dressed in a long dark skirt and sweater to match. It was much too thick and itchy for this time of year, not that any of your coworkers had the luxury to dress seasonally appropriate.Your mask, boring in style, stretched from ear to ear to which were also covered by dark hair that caged your face in, hiding you from the warm, harsh light of the bar. The only skin that was touched by the yellow tint was your fingers. Palms kept warm by your all consuming sleeves. You weren’t the most unusual member they had seen, no not by far, if anything you were the most normal, next to Magne that is. But you were nonetheless captivating.

Dabi sat in the back of the bar, far from everyone else who crowded to welcome you. Toga, excitable as ever, grabbed your hand to squeeze a fast handshake out of you. Jostling you in every which way. Displeasing you and anyone who'd be inflicted by such trauma.

If he hadn't been watching, he'd have never noticed your gaze. Off putting, he thinks, uncanny even, your head staying still as you moved your eyes about, scanning the bar. Before landing on him. You're definitely in the right place if you look like anything your eyes say. An animal giving way to possession by parasites nesting in its rotting brain. Nothing normal. But the look you hold is untelling. However, expecting is the emotion he'll link to you. Acknowledgement is what's expected from him.The only one who’s not humping your leg like the rest. It doesn’t matter though, he knew about you, the boss had mentioned a new member with some sort of reviving quirk. Hard to remember everything Shigaraki says to him, always on about something. He would like to think he doesn't give a shit about any newbie, about you, but he'd be lying to himself this time. You're. . . interesting. From how you present yourself to the quirk his boss was getting hard about. He gives you what you want and raises his glass in gesture. The golden brown liquor swirling in the warm glow of the bar,crashing itself against detailed glass before being thrown back quickly, swallowing down the bitter poison.

That had satiated your need enough, and when his eyes went to capture yours once more, he was left abandoned. You were already back to watching the others around you,and only Dabi had noticed. You never spoke. Nothing more than a hum of agreement here and there. Never really participating because you wanted to, but only when it was needed. You could just be shy or nervous, it’s not like Toga left room for your input anyway, but he knows your type. He knows his type. Sliding his long legs out of the painfully stiff chair, after deciding this was enough socializing for the week, he saunters his way back to the darkness of the second floor. He swallows down his need to glance back at you as he disappears,not you though, your eyes trail after him, step after step, only to be cut short by your hair.

Dangerous man, you think. Of course everyone in this organization is dangerous in one way or another, but he's a silent killer, the type that reads between the lines. He’ll forced his way into the crevasses of your mind, and learned everything unknowable. You know his type. You know your type. The right hand Shigaraki talked about must be him. Who else could fit such a role. Certainly none of these begging dogs displaying themselves to you. No offense to the welcome wagon of course, it’s all very sweet. They are sweet. and if this is all a front then it’s pretty good. But you trust Shigaraki enough to let that worry slip back into the thick folds of your brain. He said you’d be safe here, that you’d be untouchable with his organization. It’s a laughable statement on its own,but they’re still standing after all those fights with the Heros. It’s almost believable that they have a chance.

It’s comforting. You haven’t known that, in a very long time.

Your focus shifted back to the diverse bunch of figures before you. You’ve learned the young blonde one to be Toga. So young, that it’s sad she ended up here. She was vibrant and eager. The others don’t match her energy at all, yet Twice, the dual color masked man, came the closest. He seemed very excited to meet you, until he decided that he wasn't. He was constantly contradicting himself. Interesting quirk, must be killer at two truths, one lie. Spinner acted as if he wasn't interested, like your arrival was no big deal and he was forced by his mother to say hello. He wasn’t very good at hiding his emotions, eyes always alight with curiosity and interest. He should fix that, soon. Mr. Compress is much more skilled in that regard. Hiding behind a mask is a good way to do it. However he wasn't trying to play the cool guy. He did shake your hand, not as intensely as Toga, which you’d mentally thanked him for. And there was that other one who only deemed raising his drink to be good enough. It was. You weren’t wanting any party. A simple head nod from everyone and you’d be grateful. However they thought otherwise. For a ragtag team of people who've been wronged many times over the years, they sure knew how to share positivity. They were all genuinely excited to meet you.

Your blood ran cold, an iron fell into the pit of your stomach almost making you lose balance. You gulp, hard and fast, keeping the tight knot down where it belongs. You hold onto the shoulder of the two tone masked man to make sure you remember how to lock your knees. "OH!? Are you ok? Ew don't touch me!" You glance up at him. You probably look pathetic to him,like a wet stray cat. You honestly don’t have the focus to do much else but keep yourself from showing everyone what you had for lunch. You avert your eyes to focus on your shoes.

"They're probably tired Twice! It's waaaay past midnight by now." Toga laughed. "It’s fine I’ll show you where your room is! It’s on the same floor as mine!" All to fast the girls small arm links with yours and tests your ability to walk. And swiftly, you were taken away from the group. Like a newborn giraffe your legs feel foreign and vibrate with each step. Your head rings with each sound the group chimes off with. Good nights. They wish you a good night. How sweet. Toga was short and powerful, you could tell just by how shes able to manhandle you with ease. She has far too much energy for you tonight, and you’re sorry for it. Once upon a time you'd jump up and down with her in excitement and do everything just as loudly. An admirable trait you hope she keeps.

One and two, one and two, you think repeatedly. Counting each step carefully, not wanting to miss one. It was a nice feeling, finally going up stairs rather than down. Honestly you expected a worse place than this,but anywhere is better than where you were before. You could be under a tarp in the rain and you’d breathe better. You try to keep those rancid memories at bay. No reason to rile yourself up even more.

"Aaaaand here we are! Last room on the floor! Lucky, you only have one wall roomate. Sorry it has to be Dabi." She snickers. "Be careful, he’s a biter. And he isn't courteous with his late night activities." Her teasing becomes sour, causing her to roll her eyes. "Your room is all ready, I helped prepare it! Blankets and pillows are all there, I spared some supplies too. You'll see them." You look at the door to the side. Dabis room. The right hand.

A plain dark wood door. No decorations on it, not like Toga’s who had a few stickers and blood stains. He was in there right now, doing god knows what. Listening in is your guess. That's what you'd do. But everyone here is close, maybe it wouldn't be needed. You’re sure none of the members would backstab one another. Shigaraki doesn't seem like the leader who'd allow such group squabbles. Looking back to your own door, it was just as plain. You wouldn't decorate it you think. Seems almost stupid to. This isn’t some frat house or sorority. This is the league of villains. This is an organization dedicated to taking down the hero society as we know it. To free those from the ostracization it causes. To free us. It’s the only reason you reached out. The only group you had any hopes in to help reach your goal.

You nod to Toga, hoping she'll leave you alone for the night. You really wanted to puke your guts out in your own peace. Ideally that isn’t what’s going to happen behind closed doors but one can’t be too hopeful with your body. You can already feel it rotting as you stand there.Toga chipperly waved and wished you goodnight, calling out your name before she snakes her way back down stairs.You must’ve developed a new quirk, for roots have sprouted and locked your legs in place. Of course they’d know your name. Why would their boss, your boss, keep that a secret. He’d spoken to them as if he had discussed your arrival beforehand.You didn’t want it a secret, but hearing it was just, a lot. Tonight has been a lot. You hadn't spoken a single word, so it was jarring when she called it. Hearing it from a different person's mouth still left acid burning its way up your throat regardless of the intent.

Inhaling a shaky breath your hands grabbed and turned the knob to your door, as you forced your legs to push yourself forward to open it. It made such a hideous screech that welcomed you into your new room. No lights. Expected. You did have two windows though, and a candle that Toga must have given you. It was half used and pink. Charming.

Closing the door quickly, you found the lock, which you're thankful it had one on this side, and locked yourself in. A smile spread across your lips as you took it all in. Your bed was nothing more than a twin on the floor with covers that had seen better days. But it was yours.The windows had sheets stapled around them in an attempt to keep the elements out. You were glad that someone had thought about your privacy. Slipping off your shoes and mask you crawl onto the bed and under the covers, squirming into the lumpy mattress hoping to make an impression that your achy body could call home. The room, the bar, the building all had a distinct smell, it wasn't good in any means but it smelled safe to you. Calming your stomach down, you closed your eyes and hoped your ”inconsiderate” neighbor would be the opposite, just this once.

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