#ua imagine

[anniebear-92]

Could u do all might having a daughter which he neglects?

Of course I can! That is an interesting ask!

I honestly see All Might being a parent could go two ways, either the child would feel extremely neglected and in the biggest shadow ever or he would be the most loving father ever based on his interactions with his students. If anyone wants to read one of how I think All Might would be as an actual dad? Let me know :)

Warnings: SFW, talks of depression, sadness and divorce. All Might is a shit dad. Her last name is Yagi because she is All Might's daughter.

She stared at the statue before her, darkness of the shadow surrounded her like the hug she rarely got. The figure envisioned by the artist continuously showed that big smile similar to her own if anyone was privy to see it.

The plaque at the base read a blurb about "The Symbol of Peace." How great this man is and was to this day. What about the people he had to step on to get to this place? To have his status in the middle of a shopping square?

Someone like, you.

His own flesh and blood that rarely got a phone call but on birthdays or Holidays. Even then she could hardly remember the last birthday he HAD called on. It was always a quick "How you doing kiddo?" or "I just called quick to say Happy birthday."

He was always quick to call and just as quick to disconnect the line because "Duty calls," Before you could even tell him about the great gift your mother always got you. Unlike your absent father your mother was always there, quick with a tissue or shoulder for your falling tears. A band-aid for the scrape you had gotten, cake to make you feel better, kind words and exciting stories before bedtime.

Not from him.

The day your doctor told the happy couple their daughter was quirkless was the first of many, those ocean blue eyes you shared with the man gave you that look of pity. That perpetual look that you were something to be protected, fragile, nothing. How can a quirkless person be a hero?

It had been the first day he stopped coming home at night, returning your mother's calls asking when he'd be home for dinner. Justice was always the answer. Cold nights in a bed alone, her seven year old daughter crawling in her lap to wipe the tears from her mother's cheeks.

Finally your mother had enough, the stack of papers from her lawyer were left on the table indicated he was going to be alone. When she received the notification he would not fight she knew the battle was lost, he no longer cared... If he did at all.

Your mother took you away from Tokyo where his agency was based, moving to the new city of Musatafu. He came to see you from time to time but it seemed only when he was already there for a non you reason. There was always seemingly an event in town, a mission he was taking care of to help out another agency.

Regardless of your absent father you never let it get you down. Your father was All might! The coolest hero in the world, right? When you started primary school and made friends of course you would boast about who your father was! Though their sneers and jokes about how you lie started to tear at the fabric of your heart, you slowly began keeping that information to your self. Who cared anyway? Not like the man ever called or stopped in unless it was convenient to him.

In middle school a miracle occurred, you developed your mother's quirk suddenly. A late bloomer the doctor had said. Testing your limits they discovered it was an even stronger version of her own with the next generation. Energy Manipulation, a strong quirk.

The word had gotten to your father and it was as if a switch flipped. He was always calling, always stopping by. "Hey kid, want to come on patrol with me and see how heroes work?" Your hopes had never been higher! Until he didn't show... again. Villain attacked he had blamed.

It was about age fourteen when you finally had enough, he had shown up to drop off a gift. A gift you promptly smashed to the floor.

"Why are you here? You rarely call, you only show up when you FEEL like it! I'm sick of you only having time for me when it's good for you! I developed a quirk late and now suddenly you want to be my dad? Go be the symbol of peace. Why don't you tell everyone how you stepped on your FAMILY to do it?"

Your teeth were bared, nostrils flaring as your chest heaved at finally giving him the piece of mind he deserved. His eyes had widened and not a word was said. He simply turned and left, no phone calls, no surprise visits. He simply disappeared.

Years passed and you decided with great resolve you were going to become a great hero and if you ever had a family, they would be your priority. You were going to become a better hero than that man ever was! You aced your tests, got good grades and trained day in and out. Your mother helped with quirk control and when time was ready, you applied for UA.

The entrance exam was decent, your fingers stretching towards the machine and feeling the crackle of the electricity inside. Lifting the unit you smashed them into another, shorted out, smashed, tore apart until finally the buzzer rang out.

Your acceptance came a week later, so did the buzz about someone becoming a new teacher. The one and only All Might. The first couple weeks were rocky, but you proved to him and everyone you deserved to be where you were.

"Yagi!"

The voice tore you out of your thoughts, head turning to find a messy haired, green eyed boy standing with your fellow classmates of 1A. They all smiled as you stood before that stupid statue.

"Let's go! It's time to be heroes!"

Adjusting your hero gear, you took the hand of the boy who idolized your father more than anyone else. His fingers interlaced with yours as his bright smile earned one of your own in return. He may have your father's quirk, he may have thought your dad is the greatest guy since sliced bread.

He had watched since the day you joined his class in Aldera Middle, the bright girl who rose from the shadow and brought her own light to the world. Whose smile outshined any that the "Symbol of Peace" had to offer.

If someone were to ask him today, "Who was the greatest hero who ever lived?" He'd smile his own thousand watt smile and without any hesitation he would give one name.... Yours.

#all might #bnha imagine #bhna x reader #izuku midoriya #bnha izuku #all might imagine #UA imagine #Absent father #All Might is a butt in this #I can see Bakugo cursing out All Might for hurting his classmate #Izuku is petty after getting OFA and finding out how he was a bad father #Todoroki and her are besties and share father trauma

[saturnsorbits]

Sero Hanta, early-twenties, sat in a small room with his pants around his ankles and a small pot in his hand. There’s porn magazines all over the place, something he’s never quite cared for, but he still manages to deposit his sample with the nurse within a break-neck 10 minutes. Blame his youthful exuberance and the fact he hasn’t touched himself for almost two weeks leading up to his appointment, he guesses.

And you, fifteen years later, with your son. A lanky boy who’s too tall for his age, with a mop of black hair and eyes of such a richly, dark brown they’re often mistaken for black.

#Accidental dad Sero is my favourite #You scrape everything you can together to send him to UA; #bc he’s determined to become a hero just like Cellophane. #And yes; you have noticed that your sons quirk is a little similar to his favourite heroes; #but you figure there must be thousands of people with similar quirks. #Something; something - Sero guest lectures at UA and takes your son under his wing - #figuring he’s like a distant cousin or something. #Doesn’t think to ask tho. #Until one day; a heart to heart later… You son laughs; ‘Never needed a dad anyway - me and mum have always done alright.’ #Sero braces himself for talk of abuse; abandonment and dead-beat dads #So imagine his surprise when he suddenly realises… #Shit. #Maybe he’s the dead beat here.

[faithshouseofchaos]

His angel— Daniel Ricciardo x angel!reader

To Daniel, you were an angel you just sort of showed up one day. It was a bad day for him, the pressure of Mclaren was crushing down on him.

Daniel thought he was pretty well hidden behind the team garage but he was wrong because there you were. You helped him with his panic attack. There was something about you that drew him in for more Daniel just couldn’t explain it.

It was forbidden. You knew the rules and you and any other angel weren’t supposed to interact with humans. You didn’t care about the rules. All you cared about was the happy-go-lucky ball of sunshine Australian just like him being drawn to you. you were drawn to him in a way you could never imagine. Your older brother Lucifer even joked saying it was probably because he made you vulnerable, you just looked at him like he had grown two heads.

You went to talk to your father about how you felt and he said that if you could find someone to take your place in heaven you could leave to be with Daniel. It didn’t take long to find someone to take your place his name was Jules he knew Daniel when he was alive so the two of you made a deal Jules took your place and you got to go back to earth and be with Daniel all you had to do was watch out for the people he left behind.

A few years later you and Daniel are in your shared home lying in each other's arms before he has to leave to meet Max. Y’all stayed tangled in each other’s arms for a while longer before Max called him. That's when Daniel got out of bed and kissed your temple saying “I love you angel I’ll see you later tonight” Before leaving “I love you too baby” you yell out to him. Once you heard the door close you immediately got out of bed and stretched out your wings, the only proof you had left of your previous life. Moments later you hear the flap of wings you didn’t need to turn around as you knew who it was “Hey stranger been a while” you say with a smile turning around to see Jules.

You watched your friend look out over Monaco from your balcony with a sad look on his face. “Do you miss it?” You asked him. Jules took a deep breath and said “Yeah I miss it. I miss home” he said before turning to you and asking you the same question “Of course I do” you said placing a comforting hand on his shoulder “You should show him” Jules said to you before leaving. “Yeah, I will,” you say looking up.

Daniel came home a few hours later finding you in the living room. “Hey angel, how was your day?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you. “It was good but we need to talk about something important,” you say looking up at him and pulling out of the hug. “Oh is it bad, should I be worried?” Daniel asked “No no no just sit down,” you said and he did sit on the couch. You shook your hands taking a deep breath and letting your wings out.

“Wow you are an angel,” Daniel says amazed you physically relaxed “Well technically I passed on my powers and abilities to someone else to be here with you I just got to keep my wings,” you say. Daniel was shocked “Who would do that for you and why would they do that,” he asked “It was an old friend of yours he told me to look out for you and everyone else he left behind,” You said to Daniel you could see the gears turning in his head before he started to cry “he’s okay after all this time he’s okay,” he says to himself “he’s okay even though you and his friends and family can’t see him he’s here watching over you all,” you say hugging Daniel kissing the top of his head. You looked over Daniels's shoulder to see Jules with a small smile on his face before once again leaving.

#red bull formula 1 #faith’s supernatural f1!ua’s #daniel ricciardo x reader #formula 1 x reader #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo one shot #daniel riccardo imagine #Daniel Ricciardo x angel!reader #faiths supernatural f1!aus #faithm120601 asks #daniel ricciardo x female reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo instagram au #daniel ricciardo icons #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo fluff

[parkvcrs]

I Won’t Say I’m in Love

SUMMARY: s/n y/n is a popular idol in japan, but there is just one important thing worth mentioning… she is still in high school! but she doesn’t go to any school— she is a student at u.a. high where she has captured the special attention of the arrogant and short-tempered bakugou.

PAIRING: katsuki bakugou x idol!fem!reader.

WARNING(S): nothing worth mentioning other than bakugou being a tsundere.

NOTES: this imagine was inspired by the lyrics of ‘i won’t say i’m in love’ from the animated hercules movie.

Bakugou didn’t ask to be seated behind the most popular girl in school. He found it incredibly distracting to his learning. He already had to deal with so many extras anyway, why did the school have to include one more? Oh, right… U.A. High School made an exception for S/n Y/n because she just so happened to be one of Japan’s most popular idols.

How stupid is that?

He got into Class 1-A fair and square by working his ass off during the entrance exam, but S/n was just tossed into the same course without a second thought. If you were to ask him, Bakugou thinks Principal Nezu should’ve just lumped her with the General Department: Class 1-C, so he wouldn’t have to bare staring at the back of her head.

‘Was that brat allowed in this class because of her status or is her Quirk really that valuable?’ Bakugou thought to himself. It was a question that plagued his mind as soon as he received word that she was joining Class 1-A. How disgraceful.

But… he did have to admit… S/n is a looker. She’s beautiful. So beautiful in fact that perverted Mineta Minoru didn’t care that he was practically drooling for the idol a few seats back.

The mere mutters coming from that purple-balled freak caused a scowl to make its way onto Bakugou’s features. It seemed like all the boys wanted her and all the girls wanted to be her. But he will not fall for her siren’s spell. Quite literally. That’s her Quirk and the main reason S/n Y/n is such a popular household name, she has a voice that is irresistible to men.

So, if he just so happens to overhear someone’s conversation about S/n or the faint sound of her singing, Bakugou wastes no time putting in his earbuds and blasting his heavy alternative rock music at one hundred percent in hopes to drain her out.

He remains steadfast in the belief that he is one of the few men in Japan who didn’t have feelings for the idol.

So… why on earth does he get upset whenever he sees or hears another person flirting with her? ‘There is no way that I’m jealous of that fishy brat.’ He concluded as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

Bakugou was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice that half of the class has disappeared to go to lunch until Kirishima tapped on his shoulder, saying, “Hey, you good, Bakugou? The bell rang…”

“Piss off, shitty hair,” Bakugou groaned and then smacked his friend’s hand away. “I’m fine.” He added.

The cafeteria, as always, is filled with students, their voices echoing through the lively atmosphere. Today, Bakugou decided to bring his own lunch, a steaming bowl of mapu tofu, its fiery aroma wafting in the air around him while Kirishima departed from his blond friend temporarily to get in line to order something.

Bakugou scans the room for an empty seat, but something in the distance catches his attention — a familiar, melodious laugh that sets him on edge. He follows the sound, and his gaze locks onto Y/n surrounded by an adoring group of boys.

From what Katsuki could see some of the boys offer to pay for her lunch, while others attempt to vie for her attention, hoping to sit with her. Several even present their homemade bentos, eagerly hoping she'll accept their gesture.

The sight twists something inside Bakugou — jealousy. He clutches his spoon tightly, his appetite waning. He doesn't understand why this bothers him so much; it's not like he has feelings for her or anything... right?

Just as he's about to sit down and try to eat his mapu tofu after what he has to bare witness to, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, and Sero Hanta approach him. "Hey, Bakugou! What are you having for lunch?" The notable pink girl asked with a curious smile.

Katsuki's jaw tightens, and he glances back at Y/n, her radiant aura drawing everyone's attention. "Nothing," he mutters, a tinge of irritation in his voice. "Just lost my appetite."

Mina notices the distant look in his eyes and follows his gaze, connecting the dots. "Oh, I see," she says playfully, nudging his arm. "You're jealous, aren't you?" She wiggles her eyebrows while the boys beside her simply watch everything unfold for themselves with widened eyes. Did Mina have some sort of death wish or something? Because she’ll surely wind up died if she keeps poking fun at Bakugou like that.

At this, Katsuki couldn’t control the reddening on his face and he quickly denies it. "As if! Why would I be jealous of that?" he retorts, trying to brush off his feelings, as he uses his spoon to point at the crowd of boys surrounding his enchanting classmate.

Mina smirks knowingly. "Sure, sure, Bakugou. Whatever you say."

Ignoring her teasing, Katsuki forces himself to take a bite of the mapu tofu, but the taste falls flat. His mind remains fixated on Y/n, and he finds himself glancing in her direction more than he'd like to admit.

Meanwhile, Y/n enjoys her lunch surrounded by her admirers, her laughter filling the air like a captivating melody. Katsuki's conflicted feelings continue to gnaw at him, leaving him to wonder what it is about her that has such an effect on him.

And as the lunch period goes on, Katsuki struggles to concentrate on his meal or anything else for that matter. He's torn between trying to understand these emotions and trying to ignore them altogether.

That night, Bakugou couldn’t sleep.

No matter what he did, sleep eludes him as his thoughts stubbornly cling to one person… Y/n. It didn’t take long for frustration to bubble inside him as he mutters curses under his breath. "Damn it, why can't I just sleep? This is ridiculous..." He clenches his fists, trying to clear his mind of any thoughts that involve the idol.

After what feels like an eternity of futile attempts to sleep, Katsuki ultimately decides to give up.

"Fine, screw it. Maybe working on my lunch for tomorrow will get my mind off this shit." He quietly slips out of bed, mindful not to disturb his roommates, and steps into the hallway.

As he tiptoes past the dorm rooms of his male classmates, he can't help but feel a tinge of embarrassment. But that feeling soon dissipates and is instead replaced with annoyance.

"It's not like I'm sneaking out or anything. I'm just going to the damn kitchen," he grumbles to himself.

When Katsuki reaches the ground floor, he pauses for a moment. He can see the soft light spilling from the kitchen, and there she is. Y/n, clad in her pajamas, searching for a late-night snack.

His heart skips a beat as he watches her, but he quickly scolds himself for the involuntary reaction. ‘Get a grip, man. It's not like you care about her or anything. Just focus on your lunch.’ He reminds himself, trying to remind himself of his initial purpose. However, as he's about to turn away and head to the kitchen, Y/n senses his presence and turns her head slightly, locking eyes with him.

Her surprise is evident, and she closes the fridge, standing there awkwardly before speaking, "Sorry… I didn't think anyone else would be up. Please don't tell Aizawa…” she says in a meek voice, flustered. She tried her best to put on her best smile, hoping that he wouldn’t snitch on her to their teacher. Even if it may be uncharacteristic of him.

Katsuki blinks, momentarily taken aback by her sudden appearance. He crosses his arms, trying to appear nonchalant, but he can feel his heart racing. Thank God that it’s dark or else he’s almost positive his face is the same shade as a damn strawberry by now. "Tch, why would I tell him? I don't care what you do.” He replies, trying to hide any trace of his inner turmoil.

At this, an actual smile makes its way onto her features, appreciating his understanding. "Thank you, Bakugou. I just couldn't sleep, and I was hungry. So… you’re the only one awake, huh?" Seemed like she was trying to make small talk.

Katsuki nods, not trusting his voice to respond properly. "Yeah, seems like it. Whatever, just do whatever you want. It's none of my business.” He mutters, feeling a mix of annoyance and something he refuses to acknowledge.

Y/n's smile widens, and she takes a step closer. "Well, if you're up, why don't we have a late-night snack together?" she suggests, surprisingly at ease despite the unexpected encounter.

Katsuki's eyes widen a fraction, but he quickly recomposes himself. "Hah! Like I need company!” He retorts, but the harshness in his tone isn't as convincing as he hoped. “Besides,” he started once again and then slowly began to approach the oven. “I’m not here to snack. I need to make my lunch for tomorrow.”

To his surprise, Y/n's eyes light up. "You can cook? I had no idea!”

“Well… surprise.” Bakugou pretended like he couldn’t care less about their chat but in actuality, he was desperately hanging onto every word. Cherishing it.

“Say…” Y/n took a few steps closer toward the blond which didn’t go unnoticed. He sucked in a deep breath and tensed at the closeness. “Do you think you can make me something? Please?” She asks eagerly, frowning. And just for a moment, Bakugou’s facade escapes from him and his gaze softens at her enthusiasm. But he quickly regains his composure and lets out a small growl.

"Why can't you just eat one of those bento boxes your fans make you?" He shoots back.

Y/n pouts before replying, "I don't feel comfortable taking food from my fans. The media can be so extra, and I don't want to deal with rumors or misunderstandings." She shivered at the many disgusting titles of what she could be painted as. Selfish, for starters, why would an idol as famous as her take food from those of a lesser income? Or worse: one of those students would claim to be dating her, even if she did do something as simple as accept a meal from them.

Katsuki stays quiet after hearing this. He never considered things like that.

Meanwhile, Y/n hops up to sit on the counter, watching the blond closely. "You either make me food for tomorrow, or you take me out on a date," she says playfully. His train of thought shatters when Y/n said that. Bakugou’s eyes widen at the proposition, caught off guard by her boldness. He opens his mouth to respond, but she continues, imitating his gravelly voice, "'Why don't you go out with one of your fans?'" She pretended to be all grumpy like Bakugou to really sell her performance. But alas, there was a reason why she pursued singing instead of acting.

Katsuki huffs, trying to hide his embarrassment. "I didn't say that!" He said, defiantly.

Y/n grins mischievously. "You were thinking it!” She teases.

After a moment of bashful silence, he finally relents. "Fine, I'll make you something. But don't expect me to cater to your every whim!” He crosses his arms over his chest. “And, uh… you can eat at my table if you’re not too busy with, well, your life. But it’s not for me. It’s for raccoon eyes since, y’know, I think she would be happy if there was another girl in the group.” He cleared his throat and used Ashido as a proper alibi to cover up his own wishes. He would be elated if S/n Y/n could have lunch with him.

Y/n squeals with happiness, hopping off the counter to hug Bakugou tightly, much to his surprise. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She happily chanted, jumping up and down all the while she held onto her classmate.

He blushes slightly but tries to play it cool. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now go back to bed. I'll have something ready for you tomorrow."

“You’re the best, Bakugou,” Y/n whispered, stepping away from the blond. She slowly begins to make her way to the stairs when she stopped, peering over her shoulder to give Katsuki a small wave. “Goodnight.”

“Tsk, whatever.”

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou imagine #anime #manga #katsuki bakugou imagine #idol reader #ua high school #all might #Spotify #i won’t say i’m in love

[eraserheadswatching]

izuku and aizawa qoutes part 7!!

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izuku drugged up in the hospital : hehe

aizawa sitting in a chair next to him : what you laughing at bud?

izuku giggling : the lady in the corner!

aizawa now pale looking at the corner :wha... WHAT LADY IN THE CORNER?! AINT NO FUCKINF LADY IN HERE!

Nana Shimura : UGH rude! wtf man!

izuku giggling : ikr nans! so rude

aizawa pale :IZUKU WHAT FUCKING LADY? WHO YOH TALKING TO?!

izuku : da shush! your gonna wake the TV up!

aizawa done as fuck : I can't with you.

izuku : me too!

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izuku sleep deprived and running on 3 hours of sleep and coffee for the last 2 weeks staring at present mic :

the teachers : you good bruh? is he good aizawa?

aizawa : nope.

izuku : is your hair like that because you wanna be taller or because your a pussy?

aizawa spitting out his coffee laughing :PFFTT

The teachers laughing : OMFG KID? MIDORIYA HAHAHA NO! NO!

Mic in shock :.... what the fuck?

izuku glaring : you pussy.

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aizawa watching izuku stare at the wall for over an hour not moving or blinking by the looks of it :

... you good buddy?

izuku : the walls talking shit.

aizawa : okay time for bed kid common

izuku : they just said that your a bitch I'm gonna kill em.

aizawa pale : okay kiddo bed time.

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izuku shooting out of his chair one day during home room freaking out everyone

aizawa : what you good?

izuku : Im gonna to faint good night

class 1-a : what wha?

izuku drops to the floor

class 1-a : Oh OH FUCK MIDORIYA?!

aizawa : well at least he gave a warning....

#bnha imagines #dadzawa #aizawa sensei #bnha incorrect quotes #bnha #bnha izuku #aizawa shouta #feral izuku #izuku mydoria #izuku and aizawa #bnha present mic #ua staff #one for all vestiges #someone let izuku sleep mahn #he's tired #i love him he's so chaotic #everyone worries for izuku but won't admit it lmao

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Yin and Yang Pt. 2

Request Submitted: Hey can you make a part 2 of ben 10 x yin and yang reader The first part was great and I really enjoyed it, I would love to see Ben X’s reader relationship develop further

Pairing: Ben Tennyson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.1k words

Part 1  Part 3  Part 4

Summary: It was remarkable how quickly you were able to reduce the world’s greatest superhero to a blushing schoolboy. It was even more remarkable how quickly he was able to do the same to you.

A/N: I’m not really satisfied with this because I feel like I really mischaracterized Ben here but Imma post it anyway because I really wanna get out of this slump. Also I have not revised this so there may be grammar errors.

Is this what fear felt like?

Your stomach was twisting into itself so tight that you felt micro-shocks crawling up your throat and burning hot acid in your chest, searing your flesh in the most painful way possible.

Palpitations, shortness of breath, cold sweat; all of these were symptoms for heart arrhythmia. It couldn’t be fear, absolutely not. You were a proctor, you had faced threats, fights and villains of all kinds but you had never let yourself be swayed.

You ignored that nagging voice in the back of your head that reminded you of the very recent physical checkup you had gone for. Your heart was in good shape and a sudden arrhythmia was unlikely.

Still, you shook your head. You were stronger than this. You were impenetrable steel in the face of a challenge, in the face of doom.

Fear was an inevitable emotion, you had realized that within your first year on the field. Regardless of how skilled your fellow officers were, they were always scared whenever the threat got too daunting but they performed well despite it.

Or perhaps it was because of it.

Perhaps they were scared for their life to be cut short, or a painful death and you supposed the fear of that made them fight that much harder. So that they could preserve what mattered most to them.

You could understand them but couldn’t relate, for the most important thing that mattered was the mission.

When had that changed?

“(Y/N) your hands are shaking.” Ben said with an expression of concern. He grabbed your hands that were currently flashing a light into his pupil to check for a concussion.

You rolled your eyes, “That’s how I have to conduct the exam. I need to move the light away from your eyes to check if you have a pupil reflex in order to determine if you’re concussed.”

He frowned, cradling one of your hands between both of his, “You know that’s not what I meant and you know it. You’re trembling.”

Scoffing, you yanked your hand from his grip and stood up from your place on the rustbucket’s floor. Stepping around him, you moved toward the cockpit to commandeer the secondary controls, “If you have the ability to talk such nonsense, then clearly you’re fine.”

Of course, if he was talking nonsense, it was more likely that he had actually taken a nasty hit to the head but no one mentioned it and you shrunk in shame. Gwen, Kevin and Ben were no idiots, they were clearly aware you were not on your A-game but chose to keep quiet. They were pitying you.

The thought had your fingers curling in a death grip around the steering yoke.

You heard Ben sigh in disappointment and something that you couldn’t quite place swept through your stomach. It was uncomfortable, you didn’t want to feel that way, you wanted it to evaporate. Still, you didn’t say anything, swallowing the lump in your throat that didn’t seem to go away.

***

You pulled up to Ben’s driveway, immaculately parking the car outside his garage like he had asked. You were simply dropping him off before walking home since he insisted that it wasn’t safe for him to drive after almost getting knocked unconscious.

Your eyes had rolled so far back into the back of your head at that comment. Judging by his performance out in battle today, he really had no place to suddenly start preaching safety.

Passing the car keys to Ben, you sighed and got out of the car, so exhausted that every step you took was grueling. Never before had you wished that you’d get a week without any new challenge or mission but as your feet throbbed with each step, you just wanted to get under the covers and not move until the weekend was up.

A hand grasped your wrist tightly and you paused. If this had been anyone else, your instincts would have been to throw him off you, or pull your hand out of his grip. Why was it that you knew it was Ben before even looking at him?

“(Y/N)…” He breathed, with a panicked expression and you stared at him in apprehension. That expression was like the bane of your existence. He didn’t have to say it for you to know he was worried for you, you were perfectly capable of reading every emotion on his painfully expressive face.

He had absolutely no right to look at you like that, like you had made a mistake, like he was meant to be looking out for you.

A sudden chill rushed through your body, followed by heat that made you want to run away and your stomach turned. Ever since you had come to Earth, ever since you had let Ben into your life, everything had changed.

You should have kept your distance from him. You should have maintained a professional relationship but somewhere along the lines he had let himself get closer to you and the lines had blurred. Now you found yourself wanting to blur them even more.

That terrified you.

Everyone always assumed that you were just like them, hiding underneath a thick layer of steely armor but you always disagreed. Unlike them, you didn’t have flesh and blood underneath your armor, but simply more metal. You were cold and hard til your core.

How could a single person completely change everything for you? Your principles, your work ethic, your mentality. He had no right to make you weak and you wouldn’t let him chip away at your shell anymore. You wouldn’t let him prove to you that underneath everything, you were, in fact, human.

It wasn’t fair.

You were content with the way you lived before him, never wavering with stupid, humane things like emotions. Now that you had begun experiencing things you’ve never before, you were even more sure that your past self had gotten it right the first time.

Concern, fear, attraction; those emotions had been clouding your sensibility. They had you hesitating. They made your hands shake, and your insides hurt and your heart pound. You wanted it all to go away. You wanted him to go away.

Tugging your arm out of his grasp, you moved away from him only for him to hold you again, this time holding both your arms and pulling you just slightly toward him.

If this had been anyone else, you would have pushed them away but why couldn’t you seem to pull away from him? That weak voice in your head told you that it was because you were scared to hurt him and you sighed at your own pathetic nature.

“What do you want?” You finally ground out, satisfied with the way your voice sounded so monotonous. You wouldn’t let yourself waver.

All you needed to do was get away from him for a few days and pull yourself together, welding yourself back into an impenetrable soldier.

“Something’s wrong.” He murmured but you didn’t look at him. You didn’t want to look at those green eyes that have cried tears for you. You didn’t want to see those soft lips that smiled for you. You didn’t want him.

“I have a headache and I want to go home. Let go.” You said, trying to pull away but he held you tighter.

“(Y/N), please.” Ben whispered and you finally looked up at him. Your heart began pounding and your hands were trembling in what you could only assume was fury. You said you wanted to leave, you tried to pull away so why was he being so uncharacteristically stubborn and holding on to you childishly?

“I told you to let go.” You said and your stomach clenched when it only came out a whisper, your voice not listening to you anymore.

“You know I would. I’ve let you go a hundred times before this because I know you like to keep to yourself. But I can’t stand the thought of you going back to your apartment alone when you’re like this.”

It was a little too late for him to take responsibility for his actions. All you wanted was to get far away from him.

But he pulled you closer. So close that you were nearly pressed to his chest. A hand cupped your cheek and he rested his forehead against yours.

It hurt. The speed of your heart, the collapse of your lungs, the quiver of your lips. It hurt.

“(Y/N),” He whispered, so delicately that you could have missed it, “Were you scared?”

Your hands clenched tightly, fingernails digging painfully into your skin as you tried to fight off whatever was swirling in the pit of your stomach. He was deluding you, confusing your senses. You tried your hardest to think rationally.

You wanted to say no. You wanted to lie but felt shameful. You didn’t lie, you’ve never had to but this boy was enough to have you considering it so you could hide yourself like a coward. Even if you did, you both would know that you didn’t mean it.

So, you gave him one nod, too ashamed to say anything.

“Why?”

Did he really not know? Or was he trying to confirm his suspicions?

You were surprised when you sniffled but Ben only pressed you closer to him and you found yourself melting into his embrace all while hating every second of it.

“You got hurt.” You finally admitted.

That was a gross understatement. Ben had nearly been killed and it was only due to a stroke of luck that he had managed to get away. It was a miniscule miscalculation, the probability of him getting hurt was extremely low but that small chance had come to fruition.

You thought you had lost him.

Maybe it was chance, or sheer dumb luck, or whatever deity that had been conveniently listening at that point had heard your silent plea but he managed to dodge the reaper’s deadly scythe. He had lived.

He sighed, hugging you tightly and once again you found surprise and shame in the way you clung onto him instinctively and pressed your forehead to his leather-clad shoulder.

“I’m sorry for making you worry. Thank you for caring about me.”

‘Don’t say that. Please, don’t say that. Don’t reward my fickle heart.’ You thought, digging your fingers into his jacket.

“(Y/N).” He started, voice firmer than last time but he still didn’t let you pull away to look into his eyes, “I am never going to judge you for being vulnerable. I swear. I know you see it as a weakness, so even if you don’t want to show this side to others, please don’t hide it from me.”

“I-” Your voice was caught in your throat, “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

It wasn’t a confession of love. It wasn’t anything but at that moment Ben completely understood you. All the barricades you had painstakingly put up were still there but Ben had the rare ability to look past them like they were transparent.

He knew what you meant, the hidden implication that even you didn’t realize was there. He heard it.

A kiss was pressed to the side of your head and you froze in his embrace for a second before he was pulling you away and leading you inside his home. He led you through the living room, not saying much until you were inside his bedroom.

Silently, you looked around the room, hearing his socks pad against the carpeted floor as he tried to clean up quickly. Not like it was of any use, he was simply just shoving his clothes and empty food containers underneath his bed rather than cleaning up.

You wondered if he was trying to clean up to make a good expression on you even though you were well aware of his messy habits by now but still remained quiet, allowing him to do as he pleased while you looked around.

Your eyes immediately landed on the cork board above his bed frame, a sumo slammers live action movie ticket, a couple pictures of him and his family, a few polaroids of him, Kevin and Gwen as well as some magazine cut outs of his heroism. A small smile spread across your face at the sight of them.

Then your eyes landed on the small piece of paper in the corner and repressed the smile that tempted to bloom on your face, forcing yourself to stare at it blankly.

It was the wrapper of your pill bottle that you took for the headaches and beside that a receipt for 2 smoothies. That was the first and only time you had shared a meal together, when he pulled up to Mr. Smoothie for a quick refresher and asked you if you had wanted anything, to be polite, like he usually would.

Only that time you ended up surprising him by saying yes.

Why did it make sense that Ben would hold only sentimental crap like that like the sentimental fool he was.

Noticing you staring at the particular corner, he blushed, rubbing an unsure hand on the back of his neck, “I didn’t have any pictures of you.”

Like that was supposed to explain why he wanted a reminder of you in his bedroom.

Your eyes flickered to his once he finally settled on the bed and he gave you a boyish smile. Against your better judgment, you let a small one on yours as well.

“Feeling better?” He asked as you walked toward him and then froze when you reached out a hand to pull a loose thread from his jacket. With everything he put it through, you were surprised it wasn’t incredibly tattered.

You nodded, recognizing that unsure expression on his face. It was no secret that Ben had trouble drawing boundaries, he was always so impulsive and brash and often took his relationship with Gwen and Kevin for granted, assuming that he could push their boundaries with ease.

But when it came to you he had made so sure to stay away from your boundary that he didn’t even know where they were anymore.

So, you sat down on his bed beside him, allowing your arms to brush against each other.

It was almost impressive how quickly you were able to reduce the world’s greatest hero to a blushing school boy.

It was quiet for a few moments and you enjoyed the peace. It had been a while since you were able to sit in comfort, knowing that the mission had been completed and you could relax knowing that you wouldn’t be called in a hurry by Kevin when a new lead had come up. For now, it was over. For today, you could rest easy.

You wouldn’t have minded sitting in the silence, but Ben clearly was disturbed by the ‘awkward silence’ as he would so often call it. Though, you didn’t quite sense what was so awkward about it.

“It’s been a long day, do you want to sleep with me? I mean, not with me, I mean, take a nap at the same time I will be taking a nap. I’ll take the floor, so nothing weird.”

Clearly, that was not what you wanted to hear, judging by the dark glare you had sent him and Ben’s heart sank. Did he possibly misread the signals you had been sending him? Were there any signals in the first place? The disgusted expression on your face was explanation enough and his smile slowly vanished from his face.

Maybe he was just trying to see something that wasn’t there. Maybe you didn’t like him the same way he liked you.

“You got a concussion, you shouldn’t sleep for at least 3 hours.”

Oh.

It was silent once again.

He sighed, “I really like you, (Y/N).”

You stared at your hands, closing your eyes in frustration. How did Ben Tennyson of all people manage to break you down into nothing with his bare hands? You knew he was impressive, saving the universe multiple times in his youth, but he had managed to do something no one had ever been capable of doing.

He made you feel.

“I–” You didn’t know why you were speaking. Why didn’t you just ignore him like every other time he confessed to you? Your self control was slipping past your fingers like water and you could only unsuccessfully try to communicate to your lips to shut, “I don’t like being scared.”

“And the other times?” He asked, scooting closer to you, “What do you feel during other times?”

He was close. Too close. Not close enough.

You shook those thoughts out of your head, fumbling with any intelligent thoughts in your brain and feeling helpless when you couldn’t come up with anything. You didn’t want him to reduce you to a pile of mush. You felt like such an idiot. The youngest proctor to ever live and you were falling apart because of a cute boy.

You shook your head again. Cute? What were you thinking?

His hand was cold when it grasped yours and you looked back up at him, “You don’t have to feel so scared of this, (Y/N), I know you’re confused and feel like you’re out of control.” He could read you too well, he knew you too well, “You’re the most impressive person I’ve ever met and if there’s anyone who can take it in stride, it’s you. Just stop holding back.”

Throughout your life, you had never done anything fuelled by emotion. Never. Every single move you had ever taken was calculated and thought through. Every second, your mind was analyzing your actions and the potential consequences. Every moment, you were completely ruled by logic and reason.

So, it felt like your mind had been broken when you suddenly grasped the collar of his jacket and pulled him into a kiss.

Ben was only surprised for a second, whimpering lightly before you were in his tight embrace and he was returning the kiss with incredible fervor. All thoughts of everything washed away from your mind once your arms were looped around his neck and he had pulled you into his lap, pressing your bodies closer together.

You parted, only to chase his lips once again, drunk on the feeling of finally not drowning in restrictions and obsession with control. He certainly didn’t stop you, following your lead and holding you close until you were flush against him.

It was finally silent.

Forever Taglist:

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[callie-the-creator]

angsty aoyama hcs

sfw. warnings: contains spoilers for chapter 336 of the manga.

author’s note: this was inspired by the song ‘promise’ by laufey.

• the thing is……

*cries into pillow*

• who was the one to end things? you. you were, but it was after you found out that aoyama was helping the lov— or league of villains— and causing most of their encounters with u.a. high

— “you are the most selfish boy i have ever met! we’re done!”

• he handled it pretty well, all things considered (he cried himself to sleep for a week straight)

— peter b. parker core honestly :// iykyk

• after being caught, he ofc ended his association with the league of villains, choosing to instead help the heroes defeat all for one, but this doesn’t mean that he was welcomed with open arms at first

— sure, it was a relief that he wasn’t on the villain’s side anymore, but you weren’t ready to immediately forgive him

• luckily, aizawa gave aoyama a second chance, while flat out stating that he has "no intention of expelling him,” so he is still attending the school

• i feel like aoyama would be outside your room, pleading for you to come talk to him. even if it is just for a minute

— he’d get yelled at bakugou to shut up…..let’s be honest with ourselves. 💀 bros trying to get his beauty rest

• it took aoyama weeks to finally be able to talk to you and even then, he was able to catch you outside of your dorm because you wanted to grab a small meal (that you may or may not have forced bakugou to make for you)

— “shit…okay, what do you want now?”

• aoyama, knowing he didn’t have a whole lot of him, began to profusely apologize, saying if there was any way he could atone to you, he would do it in a heartbeat.

— it’s hard for you to come up with any ideas because a lot of your friends were injured the times the villains infiltrated school property

— you don’t want to forgive him and as far as you’re concerned, you don’t love him anymore, so why does your heart burn at the sight of aoyama like this?

• it didn’t take long for some of the other students to slowly gather where you two were

• not liking the attention whatsoever, you set your plate aside and pulled aoyama elsewhere in the building where you two began talking about…well…everything. him, you, the both of you/your relationship, his association with the lov, etc.

— this is when aoyama finally admits that he still loves you and if you’ll have him, he’d love to be given a second chance to be called your boyfriend. but it’s not up to him. it’s your decision.

so…will you take him back or not?

“i’ve done the math. there’s no solution. we’ll never last… why can't i let go of this?”

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[nightfall-kachiniko]

Im crazy 😍😍

#this is so y/n talking ab her not to be man’s but will be her man’s in the UA gc 😭 #keigo takami x reader #keigo x reader #keigo x you #keigo x y/n #Keigo imagine #Keigo takami headcanons

[egnidres]

Happy birthday to Aim and Winter ε===(っ≧ω≦)っ

Aim belongs to @zu-is-here

Winter belongs to @zelphin124

English version

French version

#undertale #au #ua #killer #undertale au #writing #ecriture #post dark cream #killer sans #aim sans #aim #winter #winter sans #it's was so cute to make and imagine #the music I listen when I written was “the duel” (drum and piano version) #and it's so good for them

[miss-galaxy-turtle]

Diego calling himself daddy......oh they know that they're doing to me

#diego hargreeves #umbrella academy #the umbrella academy #tua #ua #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves x reader

[potatopfft]

I was thinking…. You’re one of the cast of Umbrella academy, They love you and you love them. You’re a family, but they ship you with you co-star Justin H min! Who played Ben Hargreeves!

Imagine them shipping you with him because the two of you have chemistry. Both love books, movies, ranch- and hey! Maybe the both of you love to eat oranges too with it’s peel on. 🤷‍♀️ but srsly who does that-

The actors sensing the chemistry of the two of you and will absolutely tease you in and off camera. Every interview David Castañeda (Diego’s actor) love to teas Justin so much he’s always red in interviews.

Emmy Lampman (Allison’s actor) hyping you up and boosting your confidence so that you’ll be able to give Justin’s clues that you like him!

Or Emmy, Diego & Ritu (Lila’s actor) teaming up to make a very good plan that will make the two of you confessed to each other, not knowing The two of you; Justin and you, are already dating for 2 weeks-.

There you go champs! Just thoughts- auakjs but I would absolutely love to write this!💕 but prolly not right now hehe, I just need to let this thoughts out or I’ll go insane

Thank you for your consideration! I’ll try to write drafts for this fanfic immediately! Thank you💕

#justin h. min #justin min #ben hargreeves imagines #Ben Hargreeves #Sparrow!Ben #Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves #Umbrella academy #I LOVE HIM Y’ALL #ben hargreeves x you #tua ben #the umbrella academy #the sparrow academy #sparrow academy #UA #ben hargreeves x reader #Justin Min #Justin h min

[black-and-yellow]

No Costume Required.

#imagine he crawls out of you from the shadows doing that one-droopy-eye face #I'd start weeping #bnha #mha comic #ua staff #nemuri kayama #hizashi yamada #present mic #ua teachers #This is my impression of Present Mic nervous rapping as he walks through McKamey Manor alone #ahem #'they broke my glasses they bruised my thighs. Think I got some blood in my eyes #didn't sign for this I swear now they're cutting my hair I see this liquid everywhere. #now they're feeding me roaches. Stuff them down my throat this feeling encroaches on me. Check it. My vision is so blurry #This is probably worse than scurvy. #Now they got me disbelieving. Am I dead or alive #faces that I see out of my blurry eyes #tell me I'm gone #I'm super petrified. #got that safe word on my side. #I shout that word like it's my last hope. Got straight blanked now I'm feeling low #I can't die here I gotta go #back home I got 20 kids yknow #Russ McKamey please let me go. If it ends here I know it's ending real slow'. #word #thank you.

[faithshouseofchaos]

faucheuse — Charles Leclerc x grim reaper!reader

Warning crappy ending

@80sloverry @real-kate-bishop-aka-hawkeye

You were a reaper and that meant you helped death with helping souls cross over into the afterlife no matter how hard it was and boy it was a hard thing to do. Especially when it was a good person and children. You stood with death in the hospital room of a man named Jules. You watched as she touched the man in a kind gesture as the machine monitoring his heart rate flat lined. You remember the cry’s and pleading of seventeen year old Charles Leclerc, a boy who just wanted his friend and mentor back.

“Who are you?” Jules asked you “I’m y/n I’m here to help you cross over into the afterlife” you said reaching your hand out to him. “Are you death?” He asked you, shaking your head. You simply said “I’m the reaper, I simply reap the bad souls and help the good ones move on”. Jules, who was skeptical, took your hand and saw a bright light that was warm and welcoming. He knew it was his time, Jules turned to you and asked if you could watch over Charles and keep him safe you smiled and said yes to his one request.

It had been three years since your promise to Jules

You periodically checked in on Charles and told Jules how he was doing. Charles was now twenty sitting in a hospital room with his sick father who had been battling cancer and was losing. When you told Jules about the news of Hervé sick and dying in the hospital he begged you to let him help the father crossover.

You and Jules watched as Death did her thing and left. The machine monitoring Hervé’s heart flatlined as he was pronounced dead. The two of you watched as the now family of four mourned their loved one. “What’s happening? '' a tired Hervé asked “hello Hervé, '' Jules said you watched the two of them hug and have their moment clearing your throat. “Jules, what's happening, who's this?” The man asked “don’t worry she’s a friend she’s here to help you crossover like she helped me” Jules said explaining to the man “promise me that when I crossover you’ll watch over my family?” Hervé asked worried about his wife and three sons “of course I already have that covered” you say reaching out your hand, Hervé took your hand and felt the same warmth as Jules did three years prior.

Two years later it’s now 2019 Charles was 22 and saying goodbye to a close friend. You did the same thing for Anthoine as you did for Jules and Hervé.Charles couldn’t explain it every time he was in a hospital room watching his loved ones leave him. Charles felt a warm presence that felt oddly warm and comforting. He didn't want to admit it but he constantly felt this presence since he was seventeen and he had lost Jules.

A year later Charles is now 23 he was sitting at his father’s grave telling him his accomplishments with Ferrari. You knew Hervé would be proud, so would Jules the next time you see them. Being brave you decided that now was the time to show yourself to Charles. “You don’t have to worry you know” you say sitting down next to Charles. “What?” He asked “your father he’s doing okay” you say Charles looked at you confused until he saw your brand the symbol of a reaper. “oh mon dieu tu es une faucheuse” Charles says scampering away in fear as his face paled in fear. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, all three of them are at peace because I helped get them their Charles. I only condemned bad people who’ve done horrible things�� you say looking at him.

Charles still couldn’t shake the warm feeling that he’s felt all these years he noticed that it grew when you appeared. Charles went to say something to you only finding an empty space when you just were.

You hadn’t spoken to Charles since that day in the cemetery, but you still kept tabs on Charles and even though he couldn’t see you he still felt your presence from across the room, his eyes meeting yours even though it’s an empty space.

Charles was now turning 24 and getting ready for his party that one of his friends was throwing for him,you as he did his hair. Charles, feeling your presence looked up and said “you can come out reaper I know you're there I can feel you” not fearing you anymore. You stepped out into the light letting Charles see you again for the first time in a year. “Oh mon dieu you look awful” Charles says taking in your appearance. Even though you were technically dead you started to actually look at the part, your eyes sunken in your skin deathly pale. This is normal for a reaper especially when their contact with death is coming to an end.

“I've just come to say goodbye Charles, that's all” you say leaning on the wall. “What do you mean and why did you look like you're dying?” He asked “because I am on a technicality I am dying my contract with death is ending I won’t be here anymore” you said looking at Charles “I also came here to give you one last message from your father and Jules” you said Charles headshot up at that statement and walked over to you “what message?” He asked, placing his hands on your arms. “They said their proud of your Charles and your father said he didn’t care that you lied because you went out and did it you signed with Ferrari, you they were there when you won your first race with Ferrari I never seen anyone look so happy before” when you finished Charles gave you a bone crushing bone hug he noticed that you didn’t have that comforting warmth that he felt all those years. “Goodbye faucheuse I hope you find peace” Charles says as you disappeared as if you were never there.

Two years passed and Charles never felt your presence. He was in denial. He thought it was some joke you were playing on him but a week turned into a month a month turned into a year and a year turned into two. It’s 2023 Charles is about to turn 26 he didn’t know why he felt dawn to you maybe it’s the fact he was constantly surrounded by death and you were death’s lackey, reaping souls but who knows.

It was another day in the paddock Charles was walking back to his motor home when he felt that warm comforting presence, the same one he hadn’t felt in two in a half years. Looking around he spotted a girl with her friends decked out in merch from different teams but the only one who caught his eyes was the girl decked out in Ferrari merch “hi Charles can you sign my hat for me?” The girl asked, handing her hat to him. “Yeah sure I don’t mind what’s your name?” He asked the girl “oh I’m y/n” she said “that’s a pretty name y/n” Charles said handing back the hat he noticed a familiar faded looking brand “faucheuse” he said “what” y/n asked confused “sorry it’s nothing have a nice day ” Charles said walking into his motor home he knew one thing and that was the reaper he feel for but never admitted it was still watching over him in her own way…

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[pleathewrites]

bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 4 excerpt — aizawa & class 1a on what makes a villain read full story here

‘PRO-HERO ENDEAVOR TURNS HIMSELF IN FOR THE ATTEMPTED MURDER OF HIS ELDEST SON: IS THIS OUR SYMBOL OF PEACE?’ 

An article of Dabi and Endeavor’s arrest gets leaked Wednesday morning. Every station, paper, and social media platform picks at the exposed meat of it like vultures to a fresh carcass, fighting over favored limbs and surprise bites.

Class 1A has never been so loud. There’s chatter everywhere.

“Oh my Gods, did you hear — ”

“ — about Todoroki-san —”

“ — his own father — ”

“ — and can you believe Dabi — ”

“ — that crazy villain is Shou’s — ”

“ — brother! The guy who kidnapped — ”

“ — kugou, hey, Bakugou!”

The gentle hand on his shoulder shakes Bakugou from the one-sided staring contest he was having with, ‘that fucking Half ‘n Half — coward hasn’t looked up from his desk the moment he sat down.’

It’s Kirishima, the boy who rescued him, the boy who doesn’t leave his side, who holds his hand and smiles like Bakugou hung the moon and the stars and everything in between.

The boy Bakugou had unknowingly given strength to when Kirishima needed it the most.

“I’m fine.”

Red eyebrows curve upwards in worry, and, ‘fuck,’ Bakugou hates worrying people, “You sure? It’s ok if you’re not. I don’t think anyone is.”

Kirishima looks at, ‘that fuckin’ Half ‘n Half,’ with those same sympathetic eyes, and Bakugou feels something ugly bubble up inside him. 

He scoffs, “Please, he’s known this entire time — fuck him!” 

Kirishima’s eyes squint, “Why do you think that?” 

“Because, if I knew, then there’s no fucking way he didn’t!”

That gets Todoroki to look up, both eyes blown so wide, Kirishima can see his scar visibly stretch, “You knew?”

Kirishima smiles fondly at the angry blond, “Bakugou’s smart like that. Of course he’d figure it out before any of us.”

And, well, Bakugou was about to run up and punch Todoroki in the face right then, but the way Kirishima is looking at Bakugou roots his feet to the ground he desperately wants to sink into. He breathes in deeply, counts like his therapist taught him, and with his exhale, his pounding heart starts to settle into something that feels more like stability. The only thing he’s got the energy left for is to huff and cross his arms, mumbling a pathetic, “Damn straight,” and leaning into Kirishima’s broad shoulder. 

Ironically, Kirishima’s warmth cools the fire in his chest. 

Todoroki shakes his head in something like disbelief — which, ‘Fuck him, because who is he to not believe me?’ — and asks, “When did you figure it out?” 

Bakugou didn’t notice until now how the whole class had quieted down.

He rolls his eyes, “Like, the minute you told Deku and I about Touya at your family’s sad ass dinner. Between that, Dabi’s deranged speech to me, and spending two minutes with Endeavor, it was pretty fuckin’ obvious.”

“Why didn’t you say anything!” Todoroki looks like his eyes are about to pop out of his head.

And, ‘oh,’ Bakugou rolls his eyes. He is so done with this conversation, “I just said, it was obvious. ”

That gets Todoroki to shut up and slump back into his chair. 

‘Hm. Fine. I guess IcyHot didn’t know. I can still blame him for being an idiot.’

At the back of the class, Sero chews the end of his pencil and wants nothing more than to offer Todoroki a hug, a cigarette, some kind of an out, but he feels as if he’s been taped to his chair by the paralyzing shock of a lost piece shoved into a puzzle he didn’t know until now remained unfinished — ‘everythin’ makes so much sense now.’

A minute later, Aizawa Shouta walks into his classroom, and prepares for the lecture of his life. Quite possibly, his last.

‘Depending on where Principal Nezu’s loyalties lie,’ Shouta thinks to himself, ‘Well, I’ll find out soon enough.’

The students quiet down with his presence, looking more like deers caught in headlights, waiting, waiting for —

“Everyone, take a seat,” He instructs, and as his students do so, he writes the lesson of the day on the board: Why Do Villains Exist?

Before the last squeak of his underline, before he even turns around, a myriad of answers fill the classroom.

“Free will?”

“Greed?”

“The Devil?”

“Shitty families, apparently…” 

Shouta holds up a hand, “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I was not asking you all, directly. At least, not yet.”

His students sheepishly settle into their seats. A flurry of swished notebooks to clean pages hiss and evaporate into a long beat of silence. 

Shouta takes a deep breath, and a mental note of the way Todoroki Shouto’s shoulders are hitched up to his ears. Shouta cannot imagine what the child is going through. The minute Shouta saw those articles first thing in the morning, he knew his students would have so many questions — and as their teacher, he has a responsibility to answer them the best he can.

He doesn’t know what is going to happen, now that the secret of Todoroki Touya is out, but here, in these four walls of his classroom, he has a control and a capacity to at least prepare his students for the changes to come — the hopeful good and the anticipated bad.

“I understand some, quite frankly, shocking news has come to light. I know you all have many feelings about that news, and probably many questions.

“I was going through your Hero Curriculum over the last few days, and I’ve realized something — our school does not provide one social class. We teach you all how to fight, how to strategize, how to build your image and your portfolio, but we don’t teach you the ways our society functions. The way it was built to function. You learn Quirk history, but you don’t learn about the very social movements that have gotten you, and me, to where we are today. Our society has a twenty percent non-quirk-user population, yet we don’t teach you about their history, psychology, or sociology. 

“We separate the pre-quirk era and the present day, but every study shows that our society functions in the same way, more or less. That’s a bit odd, don’t you think? For our society to be so similar to the pre-quirk era? There’s a saying from that era. ‘Those who refuse to learn history are — ’”

“‘— doomed to repeat it’,” Midoriya finishes. 

Usually, Shouta would reprimand Midoriya for speaking out without being called on, but today, a small smile ticks at his lips. 

“That’s right. Everyone, write that down. I’ll put it on the board.”

He does so while thinking of the frightening duality of identical blue eyes; resolved azure and guilty cerulean. He turns around and spots a yearning cobalt, surrounded by the thick scar tissue of why he’s doing this. His fingers clench around the marker.

“Today, I’m going to throw a lot of information at you guys. And I know when you hear this information, you all will feel many different emotions, as did I. I want you all to know my classroom is a safe space, and there are no wrong feelings. However, I want us all to respect each other to the end,” Shouta looks at both Bakugou and Todoroki when he says, “We are on each other’s team.”

He waits for his students to nod and give him their go-ahead. 

“Now, legally, in my contract, I am not allowed to... theorize to my students — you guys — the relationship between the rise of villainy and a, vastly, failing society. Bit strange, don’t you think? We ask you all, everyday, to risk your lives for this society, but you are not encouraged to learn about it. And I am not allowed to teach you the ways in which this society operates. 

“Well, that doesn’t sit right with me anymore. Today, I am going to risk my job. And in return, I just ask you all to listen with open minds.”

There is a collection of distressed ‘Aizawa-sensei…’s that fill the room. It pulls together the pieces of his broken heart.

Shouta starts to write on the board, “Our society is based in cycles — wealth cycles, abuse cycles, poverty cycles, etcetera. Note, I am talking about the majority, not the single bootstrapping underdog. Now, I am asking you all directly — are people born bad?” 

Bakugou pipes up, “Fuck, no.” 

Shouta witnesses the small uptick of Todoroki’s lips, and nods in approval.

“Correct. Reality is, we look at people who have committed horrible crimes, people like Chisaki Kai. We see a fraction of the pain he inflicted on Eri — and the twisted thing is, he most likely was given the same treatment when he was of that age. Fortunately, with the help of our young heroes, we managed to save Eri from that environment.”

He witnesses the pride in Midoriya’s smile and the dignity in Kirishima’s posture. Shouta prays his lesson will not strip them of it.

He rhetorically asks the class, “But, what would have happened if she wasn’t saved? If she stayed in that environment for another five, ten, maybe fifteen years?” He is answered with blinking, waiting eyes, “Trauma physically changes the brain, especially during your developmental years. Does anyone know when the brain fully develops?”

Kirishima tentatively raises his hand, and Shouta calls on him, “Well, I mean, if we’re considered adults at eighteen, is it because that’s when our brains are fully developed?”

“You bring up an excellent point, Kirishima,” Shouta commends. “Society considers you full, functioning adults when you reach the age of eighteen. However, studies from both pre-quirk and our era state that the brain finishes development as late as age twenty-six, even longer for people with common neurodevelopmental disorders, like ADHD.”

“Wait, shit, I have ADHD — ”

“ — Dude, me too — ”

“— does my sister, that makes so much sense — ”

Shocked murmurs flitter around as Ashido raises up her hand, and cuts through the noise, “Wait, Aizawa-sensei, then why do we use eighteen as the age of being an adult? That’s the age when we’re allowed to make so many life-changing decisions…”

The murmurs stop.

“Why, indeed? You’re asking the right question, and you deserve a truthful answer. Because eighteen is such an important age. It is the age you vote, the age you register to become a Pro-Hero, the age people join our civilian military, the age you are allowed to engage in intimate acts with people older than eighteen… And it is the age you are tried as an adult for any crimes committed.

“Which brings me to my next point — has anyone ever heard of the term, ‘private prisons’?”

To Shouta’s surprise, it is Sero who answers his question, “They’re prisons that’re bought by corporations. Don’t have to follow all the government policies, can make up their own rules and stuff. Profit off the prisoners, too — I read somewhere that it’s compa-comparable? To slave-labor. Is that true?”

Sero Hanta is a student that Shouta would argue is actually immensely intelligent, despite his limited vocabulary. Sero’s file states that he comes from an unremarkable school within one of the lower-income districts, but through the academic year, Shouta has learned that Sero’s knowledge is oddly vast.

Shouta hums in approval, “In a nutshell, that is true.” 

He goes to the board and begins to explain the prison industrial-complex using diagrams and metrics that blew his mind the first time he researched into it.

“ — Various people will argue how private prisons are the solutions to overcrowding in federal prisons, ignoring the root causes of mass incarceration, like what we’ve already discussed — police bias, three-strike policies, harsher sentences for non-violent crimes, politician bribery, and so on.”

Kaminari raises his hand, “Is Tartarus privately owned?”

Shouta feels the grim pull of his expression, “Yes. Any guesses as to who by?”

Bakugou answers, “Probably the HPSC.”

Shouta nods, “Correct,” and writes down a grotesquely large but accurate number on the board, “This is how much the HPSC profits off Tartarus, annually.” 

Amongst the scritch and scratch of his students’ furious note-taking, Yaoyorozu’s hand shoots up, “I have a question about what you said earlier, that perhaps ties into what you’re teaching now. Are you saying any traumas we endure up until age twenty-six will physically change the way our brains develop? And if so, in what ways?”

“Thank you for noticing that connection, Yaoyorozu. That brings us back to my example of Eri, and if she had stayed in that environment, raised by Chisaki Kai. Anger and hurt feeds the soul just as love and affection does, but the needs of that person changes based on what they are given. What if Eri had grown up to be one of the villains you face? Would you still want to save her, or would your first instinct be to lock her away? You wouldn’t know who she is, where she comes from. You’d only know her crimes, but never what brought her to that point.” 

“Sensei... It’s really not fair to use Eri-chan in this example. She’s just a child,” Midoriya defends.

Shouta nods in understanding, “So was every single villain I’ve ever arrested,” His mind goes immediately to that day in the interrogation room with Dabi, the scarred-villain fighting for Himiko Toga’s immunity, the reminder that she is a child before she is a villain.

“But, we can’t excuse villainous actions!” 

“You’re right, Midoriya,” Shouta confirms, “Actions have consequences.”

“So…” It is Tokoyami that speaks up this time, “What’s the solution?” 

Shouta shrugs, “What is the solution? Two-hundred years of hero-society hasn’t figured that out. Two-thousand years of human society never figured out how to stop their own criminals.”

Silence.

Shouta knew it was a shit answer, but, well, he only started this research a few days ago. His conclusion is that the solution will take a collection of heroes to figure out, and it won’t happen in a day, and most devastatingly, not in his lifetime. He believes in planting the seed, though. He believes in his students to water it with the information he’s given today, believes in them to let it soak in the rays of enlightenment he wished he’d bothered to bathe in twenty-odd years ago.

He believes in his students, in this generation, so much more than his own.

“You are here to learn how to be heroes. You’re not here to learn how to fight — yet, somewhere along the lines, we’ve all forgotten what being a hero meant. So,” He writes on the board: What Does it Mean to be a Hero?

“Saving people!” Kaminari.

Obvious, but — “Good,” He wrote it down, “Saving who?” 

“Innocents!” Ida.

“Hm,” This is where Shouta will have to make his poor students think deeper, “Why just the innocent?” 

“Because they don’t deserve to be hurt,” Ida answers.

Shouta nods, “So, when does someone lose their innocence?” 

There’s a moment of thinking before Asui tries, “When they’ve hurt someone who didn’t deserve it?”

‘Deserve’ is the interesting word here.

“Who deserves to be hurt? Is abuse something that is earned? Who gets to make that judgment, and on what basis?”

Uraraka is the brave one to weakly ask, “Police?” 

“Ah,” Shouta almost facepalms, “I realize I never assigned proper reading for this topic, my apologies. Right after class, I will email you all some studies that have mostly been kept underground. Here are only some statistics pulled from those studies. I’ll write them down now.”

‘70% of villains come from abusive homes and below the poverty line.’

‘40% of policemen self-reported to being domestic abusers - how many unreported?’ 

‘80% of sexual-assault offenders are not arrested, despite evidence that murder convictions have been sentenced for less on.’

‘73% of federal prisoners are serving time for non-violent offenses and have no history of violence.’

‘60% of the top fifty heroes have committed criminal acts, yet remain unpunished.’

He waits as his students write down these statistics in their notebooks. He only continues when every single face has looked back up at him.

“Earlier on, I spoke about how people’s needs change, based on what they’re given. It is against the law to steal. However, basic necessities like food, shelter, water, diapers, pads and tampons are not free. Everyone needs to work in order to make money, yet our society’s job markets are often closed or extremely restricted to convicted felons, equally for both violent and non-violent offenders. 

“The law makes no difference between someone shoplifting a luxury handbag, and shoplifting a sandwich. So, what our current justice system is essentially telling our society is that people should starve, because of pre-defined morality. That people should let themselves descend to slow death, because that is what our society has deemed is ‘right’. 

“I am not trying to make you all feel shame for the way our society works. You’re just kids. You are all incredibly gifted, and incredibly privileged, kids. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. To pick yourself up from your bootstraps, you first need to have a sturdy pair of strong leather boots. Many are born without.

“Everyone wants to be a hero to ‘stop villains’. What I want you all to think about is prevention. How can our society lower these numbers? How can we stop a crime before it’s committed, rather than immediately punish someone once that crime is committed? How can we help reintegrating convicted felons into our society, so that they don’t end up in these prisons a second, and a third time? 

“And I want you all to also question — who actually benefits from a criminal being punished? Our society, our governments, or our heroes?”

His students look conflicted. Worried, sad, betrayed, afraid and confused. 

Shouta looks at the clock and realizes he’s almost out of time.

He puts the marker down, “I want you all to do the reading I’ve emailed you, and write a one-page reflection on how you would like to be a part of villain prevention once you debut as a Pro-Hero. No goals are too big or too small. I encourage you all to use your imagination, use your empathy, and use the information you’ve learned from me, and your classmates. Does that sound alright?”

His students slowly nod.

“Alright. Thank you all for listening. My door is always open if you have questions or just generally want to talk. Class dismissed.”

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[eraserheadswatching]

again inspired by mine and @universalrainbow dms on thier fanfic!

aizawa to the media : do not anger izuku midoriya that's your only warning

the media : psht okay what ever you say

the media pisses off izuku and he pulls out a note book on live television and lists off all the crimes they've committed and their full name and quirk and the media is in fear : what.... the...

Izuku midoriya : don't fuck with me.

Japan : OH HOLY SHIT HE WASNT JOKING

ua staff even more scare :OH GOD HE KILLED HIM

all might nezu and mirko :THAT'S OUT BOY!

class 1a : Oh my god holy shit

bakugo :FUCK THEM UP CUZ!

Class 1a slowly turning their head to look at bakugo

Todoroki: writing notes

Bakugo:........$hit

izuku having a feeling bakugo done some stupid shit and he stops talking to the media and goes : for fuck sake katsuki bakugo what did you do!

Mina:HE OMNIPOTENT OMG

denki: how do u know that word?

Mina: I fell asleep on an information channel

everyone is just in fear even faster

class 1a is just in so much fear that izuku knows about all their wrong doings and thier not wrong he does

Izuku shooting up in the middle on class scaring everyone :SOMEONE SAID SOMETHING ABOUT AIZAWA SENSEI IM GOING TO BEAT THEIR ASS

Aizawa in fear : what....

Izuku in rage mode :THEIR 20 MILES AWAY GOOD BYE.

bakugo smirking :

class 1a : I'm so scared right now.

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[animesoulmate-aus]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do (another) Snipe x reader? But maybe have the reader be a teacher? Please and thank you in advance

A/N: It's been like 3 years since I've been on this blog. A lot has changed and I've grown as a writer. So, why not have my Tumblr come back happen with a fun Snipe x Teacher reader? Without further a do, I present

English lessons with a Cowboy (Snipe x GN S/O) (Soul Animal AU)

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The rays of the morning sun leak their way into the bedroom. You lay there, eyes closed and light hitting your face. You could feel the rays against your eyelids but you were so content with laying there. You didn't want to move from your nice government issue bed.

Grumbling a bit, you manage to pull yourself up to sit and then slammed your hand down on the big red button of your digital alarm clock. You scratched your stomach, took a stretch, and let out a monstrous yawn. You finally opened your (color) eyes, allowing you to take in the room and your little friend sitting at the foot of the bed, staring at you ever so patiently.

You smile, a small half smile, holding your hand up as you beckon your friend to come a bit closer. Their big grey eyes and matching fur coat shimmers in the light as their tongue hangs out of their mouth. The decently sized dog trots forward, almost a smile on its face as it lays right in your lap and starts sniffing you.

You laugh a little, feeling his nose press against yours and then his tongue scrape against your face a couple times in a slobber filled mess.

"Hey boy," you manage to laugh out as he stands and is now practically forcing you against the headboard.

You put your hand out, covering his mouth, tongue now pressed against your palm. He looks confused, taking a slow careful lick before pulling his tongue back into his mouth and sitting on your lap. He resumes panting, his smile never faltering.

"Okay ya big lug," you scratch his chest a bit, causing him to tilt his head up and his leg to bounce a little. "We have to get ready for work. Come on," you struggle out that last bit, gently nudging you off of him so you can finally stand up.

He whines, getting off and jumping off the bed. He sits down next to your slippers and waits patiently for you. You slide out of bed, fix the covers a little, and finally put your slippers on. The carpeted floor of the bedroom is much less of a shock in the morning compared to tile floors in your old apartment. Thank goodness you were given a place to stay cause of everything that's been going on with Yuuhei for free. Teachers and students live on campus now. Each year and class getting their own set of dorms.

To be honest, when you heard about this you weren't surprised. Yuuhei had enough funding for 3 mock cities in what you like to joke as, their backyard. So obviously, the school had enough room for a couple dorms for all the students, each with their own specifications for certain students with certain quirks. So when you heard the teachers got one, your surprise was very limited. It was the only logical answer to everything that was going on.

But you were just a simple English teacher and a small time hero. You weren't even in the top 500. Well you almost were. But then one day you caught the flu and were stuck at home. That was the day that the hero right below you in rank managed to stop a huge villain attack and gain popularity in the polls. A lot of people voted in her favor and she shot right pass you and into the 500th spot. So now you're stuck at rank 501. But, you couldn't really care. You were more in it to shape the young minds of students. Besides, with your quirk and abilities, you could easily make top 100 before the end of the year.

Your dog nudges you, sticking his nose against your leg. That caused you to jump.

"Simon." You say sternly as you look at him.

Simon walks over to the door to the bathroom and sits beside it, looking up at you. His ears perk up. You sometimes forget how big he is. His head is in line with the doorknob. You sigh, walking over and rubbing his head before you take your morning shower and carry on with your morning routine. School is starting soon. You don't want to be late for your first class of the day.

"(Y/n)!" A loud and familiar voice shouts from down the hall in English.

You turn, Simon turning with you to see Yamada Hizashi with a black cat on his shoulder. That cat never left his side. It always liked to sleep too. And you swore up and down, those yellow eyes it had were the creepiest thing.

"Hey, Yamada." You smile at him, still tired and not even a cup of coffee in your system yet.

"Which class are you teaching today?" Yamada asked, walking in stride with you and Simon to the faculty room.

"Class 3-B."

"Ahhh, Mirio Togata's class! They're a fun bunch, especially with him in the room. Shouta is going to have him and the other 2 of the big three come into 1-A next week. Said he wanted the kids to get a feel for what someone who's destined to go looks like." Yamada smiled, his big goofy grin.

"Well, I'm sure Mirio will take them down no problem." You chuckled in amusement at the idea of the 1st years fighting against Mirio.

"I don't know, we have some pretty strong 1st years this year. Especially that one that All Might has taken a liking to." Yamada held the door open for you to the faculty room.

"Yeah, Midoriya Izuku was his name right?" You questioned as Simon took his normal spot underneath your desk and laid in his large dog bed with his carrot squeaky toy.

Simon loved that thing. He's had it since he was a puppy and he's never let go of it. Luckily, you bought multiple carrot squeaky toys for when he inevitably destroyed this one. He's gone through at least 6 in these past couple years.

Yamada sits at the desk beside you, his cat jumping from his shoulders and laying down in the small cat bed that was right next to all his books. He pulls out a pen, grabs a stack of papers, and started grading them.

You check your watch, sigh, and get up from your seat. Simon looks at you from under the desk and continues chewing on his toy. He watches as you walk over to the pot of coffee and start brewing yourself some.

"Is that (Y/n) brewing coffee?" Shouta asked as he walked in

"(Y/n) brewing coffee!" The small cockatiel on his shoulder echoed.

Aizawa pet the feathers atop his head to which he chirped at with delight. He flew off of his shoulder and onto the small perch that Aizawa had on his desk that sat right beside Yamada's.

"Yep, want a cup Sho?" You look over your shoulder, pouring yourself a large cup of coffee.

"Yes please." He pulls out his chair and sits down right next to Yamada.

You bring over Aizawa a cup of coffee and then place down your cup on your desk before gathering a stack of papers. Look look at your watch and sigh after checking the time.

"Gotta go handle your class already?" Yamada asks with what looks like a sly grin.

"Of course I do." You grumble, still not nearly awake enough to do this.

"Well, have fun with your 3rd years, (Y/n)." Yamada cooed as he waved.

You rolled your eyes and then whistled for Simon. He grabbed his carrot and walked after you with it in his mouth. You made your way down the halls and up some stairs as you sipped your coffee with your papers in hand. As you reach the last flight of stairs, Simon's ears perk up and he looks up the stairs. He races up the stairs and immediately bolts to the left.

"Simon!" You shout, rushing up the stairs with a half full cup of coffee.

He's never done this before. You see him stop infront of a door and sit there. It was almost as if he was waiting for something. He had stopped the toy at his feet and just stared at the door.

"Simon?" You question, walking over to him and staring at him and then glancing to the door.

"(Y/n)?" You recognized that thick country accent anywhere.

Your heart seemingly stops as you look up at see him. It was Snipe. Now you had managed to admit a while ago you had the smallest, ittiest, tiniest, crush on him. But obviously, you didn't want to admit it. You had a soulmate who wanted to meet you and spend the rest of their life with you. Dating around wasn't ever your thing either. You were content with the idea that you and your soulmate would meet when you're ready.

"Snipe...heyyyy." You smile, saying 'hey' a little awkwardly.

"Hey?" He questions, looking down at Simon whose eyes didn't leave him. "This is....Simon, right?" He points to Simon and looks at you for assurance.

You nod, "Yep, that's Simon. He's my pride and joy." You smile, sipping what's left of your coffee and putting it down on your stack of papers.

And then, something catches your attention. A small orange cat walks from behind Snipe and stares up at Simon. It meows, and Simon leans down and gives it a couple sniffs.

"Is that your cat?" You ask, smiling a little.

"Yep, that's my cat. Named em' Ginger." You could've sworn Snipe was smiling under his mask by just saying the name.

"Let me guess, you call them Ginger snap?"

Snipe seemed surprise. "Yeah, how'd you know?"

You shrug, "Just a lucky guess."

You jump a bit, Ginger rubbing against your legs and purring. You smiled, leaning down and petting them. Simon was pressed against Snipe, licking his leg and tugging on his belt a little.

"Well I'll be." Snipe sounded surprised, looking down at Simon and Ginger.

"Snipe?" You ask, looking up at him.

"I reckon you and I are soulmates, (Y/n)." Snipe fixed the hat on his head and rubbed Simon's back.

"Huh?" Your face flushes. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, our animals are never comfortable with anyone but us and our soulmates touching them. So...I guess that means you're my soulmate." Snipe holds his hand out to help you up.

You put the coffee cup, that you had placed on the ground on the stack of papers you had and sat up. You took his hand, blushing worse as you stood.

"Had a feeling you were my soulmate. But I guess it's finally time you and I actually got the chance to realize it huh?" Snipe chuckled, causing you to do the same.

"I-I guess you're right." You smiled.

"So, (Y/n)...would you uh, like to go out with me after classes are over?" He squeezes your hand a bit.

"Of course, I would love to." You smile, giving his hand a squeeze back.

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