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Sure! I haven’t written in a long time tho

MONKIE KID X DEMON SLAYER

TW WARNING: DESCRIPTION OF BLOOD.

MK arrives back at the noodle shop after an entire afternoon of delivery, he parks the tuk tuk on the sidewalk, whistling. “Pigsty- huh, why is the shop closed? It’s only 7…”

His eyes widen, holding back a gag, a putrid smell was wafting from the shop, and it wasn’t the smell of burnt noodles. Blood. MK shouted frantically, slamming the shutter up and open. “PIGSTY!”

Blood covered the floors Pigsty had told MK to sweep, no sweeping could save this now. Customers laid face first into cold broth, red mixing with the soup, uneaten noodles that Pigsty would be furious about, but Pigsty…wasn’t in the shop. What?

MK runs around the shop, checking pulses, the cold of their bodies sends shivers down his spine.

Hot tears run down his face and his eyes burn, vision blurry, until he falls to his knees.

Mei…Mei was laying behind the counter, unconscious. MK shook her, screaming, she can’t be dead, she can’t be. “MEI! MEI!”

He stops, she’s breathing, though its faint, it’s there.

-

Mei’s body is laid gently onto the tuktuk. The steering wheel feels slippery in MK’s hand, is vision blurring, he cant breathe. “Mei…you’re gonna be okay…”

The motor starts but MK doesn’t remember starting it, he can hear the engine chugging to life for once but the sound it distant, muffled. He’s driving the tuk tuk…but his mind is collapsing. The streets are empty…but MK isn’t sure where he’s driving to…

MK jerks to life as a figure stands on the street, the tuktuk coming to an abrupt stop. “w-who?”

A monkey stands on the street, MK jumps off the tuktuk, ready to shout at the man for standing on the road, his mouth stops. “Monkey King?”

The monkey smirks “I get that a lot, it’s Macaque.”

MK collapses on the ground “PLEASE! Help me! My friend, Mei! She’s…she’s…”

“It’s alright kid, I know what to do.”

MK starts to sob gratefully, his body shaking with relief until he sees Macaque raise a sword high above Mei. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Macaque smirks “Ah, kid, you see, this friend of yours…she’s a demon.”

Fanfictions I do

Demon Slayer {Kimetsu No Yaiba}

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

My Hero Academia {Boku no Hero Academia} 

My Promised Neverland

Assassination Classroom

Spy x Family

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Fruits Basket

Tokyo Revengers

Bungo Stray Dogs

Jujutsu Kaisen

Death Note

Kakegurui

School Babysitters 

Kotaro Lives Alone

High Rise Invasion

Blue Lock

I do cartoons too!

Owl House

Lego Monkie Kid

are personal favourites. Message me if there’s a cartoon you want but haven’t been listed, I will see if I’ve watched it before or watch it if you recommend it so i can write the best stories for everyone!

I write original stories too, but motivation is limited.

SOME NO-NO’S

No NSFW

No harassment

Nothing rude or unethically bad conduct

Haters will be ignored (I don’t care. Everyone has better things to do than care about your pathetic ego. BLUE LOCK REFERENCE)

This is a peaceful environment, no judgement!

FANFICTON

My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia

What It Means to Be A God (ProHero!Bakugou x God!Reader)

Happy Halloween! (Bakugou x SlitMouthWomen!Reader) gorey!!

(Todoroki, Bakugou, Midoriya, x sick!reader)

Come Back to Me (Bakugou x Reader drabble)

Demon Slayer

Flamboyant (Tengen x wives x Icehashira!Reader)

(Reader x Hashiras) reacting to a warm welcome home

(Tanjiro x Demon Hashira)

Perfect For Me (Giyuu x Reader)

Monkie Kid X Demon Slayer

Death Note

The “Light” in Your Eyes

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Be happy for me, Like I was for you (Kou x reader)

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

A bit too late. (Toritsuka x Akechi Platonic)

Carmen Sandiego

Carmen Sandiego Headcannons

Lego Monkie Kid

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What it means to be a God God!reader x ProHero!Bakugou

Throbbing head, weak legs, and voices of shouting. So different to the quiet that allowed you to watch over the world just minutes ago. For the 5th time, you felt vulnerable, you couldn’t see what was happening in the rest of the world. But you felt safe with the fact your quirk, the reason this all started, was still with you.

It was all starting to feel pretty numb in that crystal prison. But now, you could feel the shards of crystal that once encased you under your feet.

100 years ago, you were welcomed with open arms and treated to the best luxuries until your glass prison was fixed. Now for the 5th time your prison was due for maintenance. Every century, it would weaken and break, so during this time you would be allowed to wander.

Not that you minded. You understood your existence would only cause conflict. And plus, it wasn’t like you had a choice. It was get encased in crystal but watch over the world and live, or become the world’s enemy. The quirk you had was only a catalyst for a war, too powerful to be left alone.

You’re silently observing these new people. New tech, new scientist. Ofc you knew all these existed as you observed for a century, but to feel it was another thing.

“So…umm” a nervous looking man approached you, thick rimmed glasses and a lab coat with a quaint name tag ‘Noah, Head Scientist’ “you’re y/n, right? First manifester of quirks, quirk of space and time?”

“Yup that’s me.” You almost blush at the title.

“Umm god they’re so ethereal you’re allowed to explore while we get your crystal fixed, as long as a hero protects you.”

“Oh that’s great, thanks! I’ll just go find him” Giddy from joy, you skipped off to find the blonde hero, who you already knew was waiting for you in another room. You also knew the current top hero was too busy to attend to this so here this guy was.

Standing there like he’s not about to meet a literal science anomaly, the blonde pro hero has his arms crossed and just…brooding? Was this what the world had come to?

But no matter! You were adaptable. “Hi!” The pro hero swung a fist at you to your expectation. You dodge it and smile. “Easy, just me.”

Bakugou could only look at you with a stunned face. Dodging his hits was not an easy feat, especially at such a close range. Not to mention sneaking up on a pro hero?

You looked at him like it was normal.

You were the one who he was supposed to protect? You looked like a mess. Dressed in a random lab coat 3 sizes too large and clothes only his grandma would wear inside your lab coat.

‘Don’t question the mission, Dynamight. This person must be important if even Deku was called.’

Bakugou was irked just thinking he was second choice just for being a stupid bodyguard to a puny little weakling.

“Well should we go?” Your voice was already meters away in the small moment he had spaced out. How’d you keep moving without his knowledge under his radar?

You hummed quietly as you skipped along the streets, your mood absolutely on cloud nine.

But while you were giddy, the people passing by were wrecked. Wrecked with anxiety.

Imagine walking on the street to see the #2 Pro Hero trailing after a youngling, glaring at whoever dared looked their way.

Someone at that point must have thought he was stalking you. You were a beauty/beau so how could no one suspect that?

You, not oblivious to the looks, just chose to let things be. If you interfered, wouldn’t it just cause more problems? The last time you did, half the world started kissing the ground you walked on. The other half was scheming how to take that power from you.

You didn’t want to be worshipped. You just wanted to be normal. But having a pro hero follow a person was apparently not normal. His uniform attracted too much attention.

So sighing, you take Bakugou into a clothing store and handed him some clothes. Picking out some for yourself too.

“Heh? What am I supposed to do with these?”

“Well, last time I was free, garments were for wearing. And I observed that that also applies to this current century. Or am I incorrect?” You raise an eyebrow, genuine confused if you had it all wrong from the start.

“UGH!” Bakugou huffed, swiping the clothing from you and entering the fitting room as you headed into another one.

-

Bakugou’s outside the shop, opting to head out to wait than to wait outside your fitting room like a creep.

“Finally-“

“Hey Bakugou, can you pay?” Your sheepish looking face pokes out the door before he can even get angry at how long you were taking.

“I already paid for mines, why should I pay for yours?” He sneered, hands crossed to show he wasn’t moving.

“Please? The scientists will pay you back, I guarantee it!”

That wasn’t the problem. He wasn’t worried about expenses, it wasn’t like you guys were shopping at a designer brand store. He could buy this entire store and not make a dent in his bank account. Rather he didn’t want to help the scientist’s little experiment.

That was all you were, an object being manipulated by those awful scientists and too dumb to realize you were the one being used. He was bitter because protecting a lab rat wasn’t very important or something that would make him #1 while Deku was off saving the world.

But he did pay anyway. Begrudgingly handing the cashier his card, glaring at you through the entire process.

You guys kept walking around, window shopping and commenting on small little things. Though it was more of an empty conversation as Bakugou kept silent.

Unbeknownst to you, Bakugou couldn’t take it anymore. “Do you even know you’re being used?!”

He exploded.

“What?” You stared at him, wide eyed. Your sight was torn away from the necklace you were eyeing a moment ago. “Used? Is that what you think?”

Bakugou expected you to cry or get angry.

But you laughed. “Hahaha! Is that what you think the scientists were doing? I’m guessing they didn’t explain who you’d be protecting?”

“Damn four eyes just said ‘an important person’”

You chuckle a little at the name. Noah, head scientist, graduate from Oxford would never have thought he would be looked down upon. Then again, this guy graduated from UA.

“I have a very dangerous quirk. If they don’t imprison me, the world could be in danger. But every 100 years, the prison is broken. And I am let out to explore while they fix it. In a way, I’m also saving the world, isn’t that cool?” You smile up at him, as if genuinely happy.

But were you actually happy? Who knows. You certainly didn’t.

Bakugou stared at you with stunned eyes now, he was the one confused and in shock. If you had a dangerous quirk wouldn’t it be better if you died? No. He couldn’t think like that, there must be reason why you can’t die.

Suddenly, 2 black outfitted people grab you by the arm, forcing you into an alley. Five more of said agents jump in front of Bakugou, preventing him from moving.

They weren’t easy opponents, their quirks albeit useless, added together created a powerful impact.

When Bakugou did finally get past them, running into the dark alley, screaming your name, frantic.

Their wasn’t even a silver of your hair left.

He had failed.

-

(I’ll be writing mostly angst and Bakugou Katsuki from mha so if you want anything different, mail a request! I will try to add some variety but this is what I’m comfortable with)

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Y/N with a quirk too powerful to exist. They must be encased in a type of crystal which will let her remain untouched from the world, yet watching over it at the same time. To put it simply:

They’re a god.

But once every 100 years the crystal grows fragile, and will break, releasing Y/N.

During this time, she is allowed to take a look around to touch and interact with the outside world until the crystal is replaced. But she must be accompanied by a pro hero.

Anddd of course that pro hero is your Dynamight.

Calm Y/N walking, peering into shops. Bakugou hollering every 5 mins.

Blah blah blah- ofc you guys fall in love

But Y/N have to go back. Will she go back into eternal rest again, losing this new found love, or resist and cause trouble?

I can do another pro hero, but I’d prefer Bakugou. Should I write this? If anyone wants to use this prompt pls ask and reblog.

Thank you so much again! I hope yoi have an excellent reat of your day / night!! ♡

It’s not a bother at all! I’m really happy when I get requests! And because those occasions are so rare, I don’t check my inbox often so apologies this took so long!

I’m not very familiar with male reader, but I will try my best!

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Flamboyant (Tengen x wives x Ice Hashira Reader)

You’re the new hashira after the unfortunate death of the fire Hashira. Despite being an excellent (Kinoe) and shooting up the ranks faster than anyone, there was never an opening in the ranks and you weren’t strong enough to beat any of the other hashira. Not that you wished to. You probably could if you wanted but you chose not to. Fate would give you an opportunity.

You didn’t expect the opportunity to present itself to be death. Retirement was the more plausible way for you to rise.

Fire contradicts water. And ice is a form of water. Isn’t that ironic? Ice replaces fire, one of the main pillars? The shadow you now stand in is now even bigger than before.

The other hashiras were nice, but there was still the slight bitterness toward you. Of course. I mean, you had taken the place of someone they respected.

So the best option:

Be even more respected.

You respected Rengoku-san, but survival was just as important if not more.

Maybe in the pursue of respect, you had lost who you are.

Silently practicing the forms of ice breathing in the quiet backyard of your house. Your sword hacking away at the straw dummy.

You were walking through the Butterfly Mansion, waiting for Shinobou, the butterfly hashira to ready the medicine you need. Medicine that relieved your fatigue and increase stamina.

“Did you see the new hashira?”

You stopped in your tracks.

“Yea, he’s a ice hashira and he’s just as cold as the rumors say!”

Had you come off in such a way?

“Geez, he has no right replacing the fire Hashira, what a pity.”

“Done disrespecting me?” You step out, tired of their obvious impertinent  actions.

Of course, like the bugs they were, they scattered. Whimpers to replace their big words seconds ago.

All bark no bite. If they were so amazing why don’t they become a hashira?

The training dummy’s head sliced clean off and plopped next to your feet. You stumble back onto the engawa (Japanese styled porch/veranda)

“Flamboyant!”

You jumped at the sound next to you, sword in hand, aimed at the…muscular, greek god.

The man, was leaning leisurely in your house, two nichirin blades on his back labeled him as a demon slayer.

“Oh you’re the sound Hashira”

Sound hashira. You heard of him but never met him till now. Now you can see why the rumors were so wild.

This guy was the definition of extravagant and ‘flamboyant’

“The one and only!” The shameless hashira loosened a few buttons on his uniform.

“What do you want.” You turn your head, trying to hide the growing redness on your cheek.

“Well, we heard you had a very nice hot spring here…”

“First of all, you don’t need to loosen a few buttons and use your-ahem- godly pecs- to convince me. Second, we?”

“Can we please try it?” In an instant, sapphire eyes faced your (eye/c) ones.

You jump again, almost falling over from the proximity. What was with these people and jumpscaring?

You could sympathize with why they wanted to try your hot spring. You had it specifically infused with the medicine Shinobou made, which you had went to get the day the two low rank demon slayer were gossiping.

“If it’s just two…”

“Sorry, but it’s 4…” A small voice pipes up from the behind the black haired, blue eyed girl. Who still hadn’t moved.

You gently push her away with the tip of your finger. “Uh, who are you guys?”

“They’re my wives. Suma-“

The girl in front of you raised her head, happily cheering out a “here!”

“Makio-“

A girl with yellow bangs waved her hand.

“And Hinatsuru.”

The girl who had piped up earlier nodded politely.

A whole harem. You wonder if they were taking any more. Kidding. (Or am I?)

You look at the four, each with their little puppy eyes. “…fine. It’s that way.” Sighing and standing up to take them to the hot spring.

——

On the way, which was even less than a minute, Uzui kept chattering on, how he and his wives met, and about how you could be a better hashira. As if you hadn’t heard enough of that.

“-Though I personally think you’re doing a great job.”

You stop. “Do you actually think that, or is that just another of your honeyed words?” Cause it would hurt too much if he was just joking around.

A slight weight on your shoulder made you turn. “I heard from Shinobou what had happened with the slayers at the butterfly mansion, and i mean it when I say, you don’t need to live up to someone else, you create your own legacy.”

The three wives gave you a thumbs up.

Cough-cough “I’m sorry, the hot spring is right in there.” You say pointing to the door you had already arrived at. The embarrassment taking place as a blush spreads through your face.

“Thanks, bud!” Uzui pats you in the back before heading in.

How can he say something so- so- philosophical and just leave!?

“Hey, we’d have no problem if you become our second husband~” Suma winks at you as she enters, sing song voice taunting you.

Makio smacks the back of Suma’s head, whispering quietly “You know Tengen doesn’t want him to know yet!”

“He supports you, so don’t be scared.” Hinatsuru whispers next to your ear, her words bringing a strange comfort.

What did she mean?

——

If you had sticked around your own hot spring, you would have heard Suma berating Uzui about when he would propose to the special someone.

Guess who that special someone would be?

——

Bonus:

The “Light” in your eyes

You love Light. I mean, sure you had no idea how you bagged him or why he chose you out of all people, but nevertheless, you don’t question it. Your brother was L, also known as Ryuzaki but that didn’t matter.

Not that your brother approved of your relationship but when did you listen?

Never. And you weren’t going to start now.

It wasn’t until things started fading. The chemistry you thought you had, the gentle smiles, the little gestures. All dropping into the same face that held nothing. Light had become beyond aloof, hollow even.

At first you thought, hey might be because he’s tired of investigating and probably exhausted. So you tried. You really did. Bringing coffee to Light whenever you can, laying a blanket over them when your darling boyfriend clocked out.

‘Hey! Things will get better when you find Kira!’

Yea most stupid thought you had. You never seemed to find Kira. And you hated Kira, started to blame the killer for taking all the energy from your boyfriend. Who cares if it was his so called justice? He killed people and made Light so so tired.

You hated seeing Light well…lose his light.

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You’re fixing things around Headquarters when your brother tells you to go pick up the cake he had custom ordered. Sweet enough to make half your teeth fall out, he said.

So off you go! Into the bustling mall, couples striding across, hand in hand, inciting a bitter feeling. Looking in your own hand, carrying a pink box decorated with golden patterns instead of your boyfriend’s hand. Was this normal? Should you confront him? But he was working so hard, you should just be the better pers-

Then, as if even the heavens wanted to mock you, your boyfriend indeed was holding a hand.

It just wasn’t yours.

That was the famous model Misa Misa with blonde hair and a cute demeanor wrapped around his arm, practically hanging off him. He didn’t seem to mind though. Even though he was taken, he seemed glad to talk to her. A beaming smile on his face.

You’re ready to storm over and slap him even with your heart breaking into a thousand. Until his face turns, his smile is still there, bright as ever but an almost annoyed expression takes his eyes. You know because you studied them for so long, known the slightest change others couldn’t see so you could help him in his time of need.

Was this his time of need now? Was he annoyed at Misa?

Your question was immediately answered as Light takes Misa Misa’s face and kissed her. Lips to lips.

“Why won’t you kiss me?”

“Baby, I’m not ready yet. Please wait for me and I’ll give you the best kiss of your life.” He had wrapped his arms around your waist, knowing it brought you security and comfort

“When baby?” You had cupped his face, gently brushing away a few strands away.

“A month. Promise.”

That was months ago.

Best kiss of your life? Not ready?

Nonsense. All lies. He had used you for your brother. Light Yagami had done what he hadn’t with you, with her. If everyone here was a chess piece, Light wouldn’t even be a piece, no, not even the King. Kings were useless.

Light was a player. Reigning over the entire board and facing your brother. You? You were just a pawn. Even Misa was a queen but you were nothing to him.

Because the moment he saw you, he had turned away, Misa around his arm.

So imagine-IMAGINE. You’re grabbing Bakugou’s right hand immediately after he finished training. It’s sweaty, it’s gross and he hates it. So without a second thought, he’s trying to retract from your grip. But you still manage to get some of that sweat.

And that’s where the stupid part comes in. Placing all the sweat in one hand, lighting a match with the other.

Bakugou starts to get what in UA you are doing. Before you can test out if your hands can explode, he’s scrambling to put out the match. Then slapping your head.

“are you stupid?”

WARNINGS: mentions of blood death gore horror, reincarnations,

Reincarnation: 転生

The Slit Mouthed Woman: A woman who died with her mouth slited by scissors, legend says they were slitted by her husband, a samurai for having an affair. Though…what happens to the woman’s lover and the woman? 

Sitting under the red eerie light of the moon eclipse, shines the portal between worlds, a bright blue halo illuminating a window to the human realm overlooking sparkling oceans with unspeakable depths painted in blue, white and black.

Colours so rarely seen in Yami where the only colour is red emitted by the constant moon eclipse. The wind is quiet, the perfect night for you to scare, a perfect 31st for a new October. 

“Kuchisake-Onna!” The same sweet voice you’ve lived with your entire death calls out. And you watch as your tiny friend, Hanako, jumps towards you, small hands reaching for yours. 

You laugh and stop almost instantly, the stitches at your mouth start to tear and you quiet at the feeling. Pain rips through your jaw faster than the stitches and you sigh, knowing that today you would have to feel the coldness of the needle pierce your skin and thread the corners of your mouth back together. “Ochako, don’t call me that. We promised to call each other by our real names.”

“Got it! Y/N!” She happily squealed out your name, brown fluffy hair to her shoulders bouncing with each movement. 

“Have you seen Todoroki?”

“You mean Aka Manto?” She chirps, her small giddiness overriding the pain when I smile back.

“Yes.”

This is the Yami, meaning darkness, it is known for living up to its name, black with not a single light, not burning like hell or ridiculously pure and bright like heaven. The only light comes from the small moon you have replicated in this realm. Unlike the human’s, your moon stays red the entire year. It’s a safe haven for those who cannot pass to the other realm. Ghosts like you and the other urban legends reside here when you’re not out there scaring children and adults. Though after many years, you’ve made a beautiful home here, a place you're proud to say you're a part of.

Your family includes:

Izuku Midoriya (Kokkuri)

Ochako Uraraka (Toire no Hanako San: Hanako San of the toilet)

Shoto Todoroki (Aka Manto: Red Cloak)

Tenya Iida (Red Room)

Asui Tsuyu (Teke Teke)

And completed with you, (Kuchisake-Onna: Slit Mouthed Woman) 

There are stories between every death, and it lingers on the cold night wind. The moon in the human realm shines into yours and you’re fascinated by it. How would it feel to be human again, to feel, taste the colours when all these years, you’ve only known red? 

You don’t ponder long for it’s time for the yearly hunt to begin. The one night where you and your family will finally be full. So decked in your scariest clothes and drenched in red colouring (cause you couldn’t find enough blood) you step into the moonlight for the first time in months. It doesn’t tickle or burn like the sun, doesn’t make you flinch from too much light, it’s perfectly imperfect.

You all set along your ways, the screams already erupting within the first few 10 minutes. It’s not like you guys have ever actually killed anyone, you feed on fear and leave them alive with no recollection. So no, your group has made it a point to never shed blood. You’re looking for victims when you stumble onto a boy. He’s walking with hands in his pockets, acting like he was the king or didn’t care who the king was. An arrogant bastard that you would have fun scaring. They were always just a shell of bravery, inside a cowering human who feels emotion just as anyone else.

They were always the easiest.

You’re stepping closer, tugging your mask to slowly uncover it when you sees his face under the moon. It’s a beautiful face, though that was clearly an understatement. With hair blond enough to make gold envy and a jawline sharp enough to cut, but the most distinctive feature were his eyes. Dark red, like rubies, sparkling and framed with crimson. 

You were staring into his eyes, that means he is staring into yours too.

“Hey, get out of my way.”

Whatever, just get on with this.

“Am I beautiful?”

“Nice Halloween costume girl, but fuck off.” He dismisses your appearance and scarlet spreads instantly at the humiliation. 

You know, if you’re a magician and someone sees through it, it’s a big humiliation. Same for monsters, you can’t laugh at a monster’s face and walk away alive. A-And this 16 year old guy thinks he can just do that without any consequences? Well he’s about to get whats due!

You walk in front of him and he looks shocked at your speed. You get that a lot, having supernatural speed and all. “Look at this! Don’t you find me horrifying?! Insane?” Ripping the mask from your face, you point at the bloody forever etched smile on your face.

He looks at you with indifference. “We live in the 22st century now, we have quirks. I could probably blow you up with a twist of my hand.”

Now it’s your turn to be shocked. “Then why did you look shocked at my speed?”

“I didn’t think anyone would be stupid enough to use their quirk without legal permission.”

You pout, the corner of your mouth sagging and your jaw falling slack. Dang it. Digging through your pockets to fish out red thread and needle, you try and fail to sew your jaw back. The needle poking your teeth instead of skin and the thread not doing what’s it’s supposed to. The boy snatches the thread and needle with a grunt “I’ll do it.”

He drags you to a bench and sits you, sewing neatly and with precision. You don’t have the courage to stop him much less speak. He doesn’t look disgusted or pitying your mouth, he just…understands? What are you saying?! How can a human understand what you’ve been through?! The constant self hate, the insecurity, the pain. But he seemed like he knew. 

You wanted to ask him but then a voice called. “Y/N CHAN~” The cutesy voice of Ochako echoed, only she would dare call your name like that in the human realm, no, in all the realms.

“I-I have to leave. I guess I’ll see you around?”

“Yea, I guess I will.” He waves as you run around the corner. “My love in another life.”

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Reincarnation: 転生

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As always! Thank you for ordering with us!

Shoto Todoroki

I’m just gonna say it. He’s not good at taking care of you. He’s never had someone take care of him, hows he supposed to do it if he doesn’t know what that feels like?

He can’t cook. He can’t clean. But at least he tried. Keyword: tried.

Failed to clean dishes, ended breaking several plates when his one job was to just put it into the dishwasher.

Oh well, that’s why he’s rich. Kidding kidding. He’s not going to ask his dad to hire a housekeeper.

Keep trying Shoto. He’ll just order food for ya.

Before dorms were established,and he sees you’re not at school, he’ll come right after school to your house.

Your parents be waiting at the door at exactly when school ends every time you’re off sick. Just waiting because they know Todoroki is coming.

If you’re not actually off sick and just using it as an excuse for a vacay, you should tell him, you don’t want him sulking in his house thinking you didn’t love him anymore and this was your way of rejecting him. Kept calling you.

Imagine just getting off the rollercoaster at Disney/Universal Studios and seeing your phone blowing up with messages and missed calls.

Then calling him back and the only thing he says is “you’re not sick? Ok.” Hangs up.

And then when you guys move into dorms, it’s even better for him. 24 hrs service.

School? Least of his worries. It’s so concerning how willing he is to give up every class and assignment that Aizawa had to have a teacher to student talk with him yea a teacher to student talk, shocking I know

won't hesitate to use his quirk for your personal benefit even though it’s probably illegal

will take advantage to cuddle and drown you with affection

“Shoto, I’ll get you sick too!”

Gave no shit. Just quietly pressing his ear to your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

Don't expect any personal time during your time.

need to pee? sure he'll wait outside.

need to eat? he'll get it.

need to change? just change, he doesn't mind watching.

not a perv, just doesn't see what the big deal is. (Secretly blushing)

And he doesn’t even get sick afterwards. Like he’s immune.

Katsuki Bakugou

If u want him to take care of you, phew you’re in a for a long day.

He’ll complain, and complain. But at the end of the day, it’s just him feeding you rice porridge with a frown on his face what’s new?

Makes the best porridge ever. Normally Japanese people just throw rice, water and salt but this guy? No. Throw rice, salt and water together and all you’re getting is a beating from him cause that should be a crime. To him, rice porridge is a ritual, a sacred method essential for one’s way to nurse one’s health. I actually have a family recipe, you actually just add some minced beef, the right amount of soy sauce and boom done. Really easy.

Reluctant and bitchy about everything

“Bakugou can I get a hug?”

“Ew no! You’re gonna get me sick!” Hugs you anyway and cuddles you to sleep

Don’t let him found out you’re using sickness to skip school. Cause if he does…phew…well nice knowing you.

He will lecture you like you just said you were gonna rob a bank. You might as well have because he will talk for hours.

he wont use his quirk to soothe your tummy aches no matter how much you beg. No exceptions.

Aggressive love. Shouts for you to sleep.

Before dorms, he’ll come straight to your house after school. He’s not gonna neglect his hero duties but you’re still so important that he rushes out the moment the bell goes.

After dorm, it’s pretty much the same schedule. But he cooks your 3 meals a day and insists on staying over at your room.

Everyone is pretty suspicious. That ain’t bakugou, he’s been possessed.

It’s pretty canon he has an old man schedule. Sleeps at 8. So if you’re sick, he’s gonna be way stricter with your schedule.

He can’t help it. He just wants you to be healthy. So he can kiss you.

Dorms

Sick next day and still bitchy about it.

Your turn to be the nanny.

Izuku Midoriya

Poor baby dying inside when he sees you're not at school.

He'll wait outside your doorstep after school until you open up.

sends messages like 'are you okay?' 'is this my fault?' 'I'm sorry!'

overthinking into oblivion.

green mess of hair running into you and sobbing because he thought you got kidnapped by the league of villains.

He's so worried every time you're gone. Between Todoroki and Bakugou, he's the most normal.

he knows how to take care of you, and has a great attitude while doing it. just a great sweet boyfriend by your side.

And if you want someone to be with you on sick days, he'll take 1 or 2 days off school, but 2 is max. He has to focus on studies.

Your parents have no problem with him being with you when you're sick. By this point, he's your personal doctor. Anytime you feel sick, Deku to the rescue.

I expect he would bring an entire book as thick as 3 dictionaries on medicine.

"Baby, just use the internet?"

"Trust me! The book shop said this is the most ancient medicine passed down for a very long time!"

You don't have the heart to tell him all this can be found on the internet.

He'll give you some space to recover if you want, but if you don't want to, he'll stay with you. Mask on of course.

You don't want him to be sick, and so does he. He thinks you'll think he's weak if you see him sick. Poor boi be holding up like.T^T

No.

Just like the rest of girls who thought the same, you were proven wrong.

Maybe along the way, he’s grown on you, the smell of his cologne or just his natural smell when you’re both warm and cuddling in bed. His voice, his touch. You’re in love with the small things but they weren’t yours anymore. He wasn’t yours anymore.

When it happened, you don't know, when did the faint red line go limp, the end of the string, nothing instead of your someone.

Where did it all go wrong?

So with a heavy heart, you’ll let him go, pieces of what you guys once had in your grasp.

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Sometimes, the bed is too big for a person. Sometimes you regret having a room all to yourself. You want- need the comfort of a simple touch, reassuring you that they’re here and you’re not alone, left falling in the endless black void until there’s nothing left except you and your spiraling thoughts.

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I’m doing this at 1 am….why am I so sleep deprived.

anyways i have another idea if your up for it! How the hashira would react to you surprising them with gifts and a nice warm meal upon arrival from a long mission. have a great day/night! And drink water and eat food! Dont do what i do lol.

Hello 🤍! I am so so so sorry that this took so long to do! Motivation is a jerk, and I forgot to save it twice so my progress got deleted twice T-T

Warning: Spoilers. Character death implied if you use a microscope.

Reader x Hashiras reacting a warm welcome home

(First name, last name)

Gyomei Himejima

Click clack, the loud and clear sounds that you have waited for too long to hear has the main gate banging open, and you rush to your love, feeling his rock-hard chest tense for a second before relaxing. His hand as light as a feather petting the back of your head, as if you were some kind of fragile treasure that had to be kept safe. To him, you probably were. You lead him back to the house, chattering constantly, letting out the words you kept caged for so long. "The other day, when I really really missed you, I I had a great idea for what to give you on your safe return! I'll give it to you later though!"

His quiet hums that acknowledged your words as he lets you lead his massive physique into the house were nothing short of affection. The tears that came down his cheeks were not a surprise to you, not that your own waterworks did. But as he prayed for the food, he included you into his prayers.

"Namu Amida Butsu-Wait what was that before namu amida butsu?" You point your hands at the unfazed man, a rock unmoved.

"It means thank you for the person that you have brought to me" He says, already moving his hands to gather his chopsticks, but his white eyes were still staring at you, even as he was occupied, every attention on you.

And thus this became known as the 'First Prayer' in the Himejima household and it wouldn't be the last if Gyomei has anything to do with it.

Later when the sun had finally been satisfied with it's daily dose of fluff, and it was night's turn, you were readied to give your soulmate your meticulously prepared gift. He unwraps it in swift delicate motions, the wrapping paper still in one piece and seeming unused when he had unwrapped it. A straw weaved box, "I like it very much, thank you darl-"

"No, silly! Open it!" You laugh and guides his hands to open the box. A long flute, a shakuhachi. "I know you have a hobby for the shakuhachi sooo I made one! It's a shabby one though..."

He has already swept you off your feet, burying your face into his chest.

The problem is...the present was your newfound ability to play the shakuhachi for him. But his tears were already soaking your kimono, his eyes must be sore by now...maybe tomorrow.

But what Gyomei really wanted to say, and probably will one day is when he comes into this household, or anywhere near you, the armor, the distrust fell away, he would trust his most vulnerable state to you, trust his mind, body and soul to you. And trust that you'd do the same.

Tengen Uzui

"He's here!" You hurriedly urge the rest of your fellow wives to get everything prepared for your dear husband's arrival. Waving at his figure from the horizon was much more nervewracking than waving at a normal person, especially when Uzui was definitely anything but slow. He could whiz over here in a second, and he did, to your dismay.

"Y/N!" He gives you a big hug, gentle and soft, very much alike his normal demeanor. You give him a hesitate pat on his back and instantly regrets it. He's stiffening, pulling back away and frowning. "Are you ok?"

Normally, if you weren't his wife, this gentleness is foreign but for you, this is all too familiar territory. Though you have to admit, his serious face...

"I-I'm fine!" You say, trying to get him to back off the subject. Oh no, he was going to find out. But by the teasing look on his face, he already has.

"I smell fugu sashi!"

You sigh, another surprise foiled. "Girls, he found-"

"I hate fugu sashi now though, so I'm so glad you didn't make it. Right guys?" He turns to the rest of the wives, each in a row and smiling nervously.

"Of course!"

"We knew that!"

"Yup!"

Your smile turned. You spend so long trying to find the store that sold something as expensive as a takifugu, a blowfish, just so you could slice them all by hand, by yourself. "Oh..."

"I'm kidding!" Tengen laughs and gives you another squeeze. "How could I not appreciate my wives making me my favourite food?" He's serious, the way his eyes peer into yours.

"Y/N made it all by herself." Hinatsuru said,

"Hey! We said we were all gonna take credit!" Suma yelled, grabbing Hinatsuru by the arms and shaking her.

"SUMA! NOT IN FRONT OF LORD TENGEN!" Makio yells.

A whole commotion starts and you rush to get Hinatsuru out. A chuckle makes the four of you stop though. You look to see Tengen is laughing, genuinely laughing from the bottom of his heart. Your eyes soften. You missed this, you missed him.

Kyojuro Rengoku

"Kyo!" You jump into your boyfriend's arm and he returns the embrace with equal vigour.

"Hahaha! Have you missed me my dear?"

"Of course! Why would you ask something so obvious?" You pout, jutting your lower lip. "Anyways, dinner's almost ready, come on!" You lead Kyojuro by his arm which he gladly lets you.

You hope he doesn’t notice the lack of the scent of delicious food wafting through air. You sit Kyojuro down, give him a pat on his head or two cuz you just can’t help yourself and skip back into the kitchen where a scrambled mess called “you” continues to cook.

I mean two minutes ago you had just received his crow that Kyojuro was returning so you started to cook, but really. You really should have known Kyojuro was a man to defy all odds.

You’re starting to get worried that Kyojuro is bored outside as you chop the tofu for his miso soup.

Kyojuro wraps an arm around the middle of your waist, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your head. “Hey…”

“K-Kyojuro! Aren’t you tired? Do you need to go to bed?” You say, Turing your head back to look directly at Kyo’s eyes. They glimmer with a fire that you never seem to be able to forget even in your dreams.

By the time you’re done with your last sentence he’s turned you by 180° and pushed you out of the kitchen. “Go wait at the table sweetie!”

“W-Wait Kyo!” You protest and try to go back inside but he’s already resumed cooking. You sigh, opting to stand next to him and watch cause he’s too stubborn to let you cook.

That’s just who Kyojuro was. Giving and loving. Always giving everything he has, sometimes you wonder if he would give away his life someday.

Giyuu Tomioka

Hes not one to share his appreciation in words. So if he receives a hug, he reciprocates in a kinda awkward way then goes on into the house with a quiet thank you. No words uttered as he eats. You know he’s a very quiet person so you let him be. Though his appreciation for you is shown in much deeper ways. Like the small things, getting you a cup of water, taking away your obi belt because he sees a slight tatter.

You’ll find him gently sewing it himself later that night.

So his love language is def acts of service. And that’s fine. Over time, he’ll give you longer hugs, lingering kisses and say a little umai during mealtimes.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

A fiery hothead that doesn’t know how to show affection. He shows emotion, tons of it, just not affection often. But if he sees you waiting by the gate, standing and waving eagerly, he’ll give you a kiss on the forehead .

“Have you been standing here for a long time?!” He’ll say without malicious intent as he leads you in and thinks to himself that you would look so beautiful as his wife, not that you weren’t beautiful now.

“Nah, waiting for you is and will never be boring!” You said, nuzzling deeper into his arm.

“Ew get off me.” He’s sweaty and doesn’t want you to smell him, you would be disgusted if you could. But the slight hurt in your expression makes him recoil anyway. “I-I’m just really sweaty…”

“O-Oh. Well! I prepared food!” You smile and shove away the hurt, knowing that it was out of love.

“You didn’t have to, you know?” He’s sitting down next to you as he says this, eyeing the dishes with the eyes of a starving beast.

“Hmm, I wanted to.”

“Dumbass…” he shovels rice into his mouth while looking away. Yea sure he’s blushing.

Yea sometimes he’s brash. And crude. And a major tsundere. But he’s yours.

Obanai Iguro

As he walks in, he’s tossing his haori over you and handing you his precious snake. Sitting down and paying no mind to you. Yea no, he’s blushing hard. The haori was so you wouldn’t see and well he knows you like the snake if you don’t like snakes, well he’s just teasing you then

He saw you from a distance and kinda already knew what you were doing. Before he had even stepped in, he had imagined an entire domestic life with you. Sigh…1 baby and a snake or 2 babies? To hell with it! 2 babies and a snake! He’s overheating now.

But he’s still very calm on the outside, expect lots of head pats because he hasn’t seen you in a while and needs some kind of form of affection output. And when you give him a new Haori, decorated with old shedded snake skin is that a thing? Sounds kinda disgusting but why do I think he would love it?

He almost cried for the first time in…a lot of years. I don’t think he even cried at Kyojuro’s funeral. He knows how much effort you put into this and he’s desperately thinking of putting a ring on your finger. A claim to you.

Well in the mean time, he’ll just think of another way to keep you close.

Muichiro Tokito

He’s coming home in scratches, eyes filled with nothing but emptiness. This isn’t a foreign feeling for him. Stumbling back to a house, not his house or home. But just rather stumbling somewhere. So when he for once walks into a house completed with you. The food didn’t matter, and he didn’t feel so cold anymore.

So no, he’s not dreaming into his own headspace for once, though to anyone else it would seem like that. His eyes are trained on you watching every minuscule action. Your beautiful flex of your wrist, your quiet appreciation for the food you cooked yourself, your tentative eyes looking right back at him.

He realizes he’s staring but he’s not backing away. He’s still staring at you stare back. Transfixed, hypnotized.

“Tokito San?”

He nods.

“Are you okay?”

Another nod. Then he opens his mouth, quiet as a mouth mumbles “call me Muichiro”

And a small smile would lit on your face and you’d say his name “Muichiro!”

And maybe for once, he likes the way his name rolls of someone’s lips.

Shinobu Kocho

Ok, this girl is tired AF. Not because she's exhausted from listening to complaints and whines and whatnot. Just done with plastering a smile on her face and pretending everything is ok. Everything is NOT OK. But she won't tell anyone that, even as she sits down with you after a long mission, giving that same smile at you that never seems to change. But very similar to Muichiro, she's so grateful that after every single mission she has something to look forward to, or rather someone. And each smile will change every single passing day until it's not fake anymore until she's ok with crying in front of you and breaking down. letting you see what's really under her fragile doll mask.

All that she asks is not to break her once you have her heart.

Mitsuri Kanroji

She’s tearing up as she walks into your shared home. You’ve kept the place clean and tidy even though she could have been dead.

You lightly hugged Mitsuri closer “you ok?”

She looks at you with those adorable Bambi eyes that sometimes, you just can’t say no to. Well scratch that, you never could say no to her anyways.

“I love you…” Mitsuri says this a lot. LIKE A LOT. Not surprisingly but she’s serious this time. Not screaming it or squealing it, but actually savoring these quiet moments.

She’s the most inexperienced of the hashiras and in order seniority, she’s ranked last. So sometimes she can be a bit…nervous. Although not often, she needs someone to listen and know that they’ll always be waiting for her even if she’s not that amazing she is that amazing

So on days like these, she’ll make sure you know how much she appreciates you. Expect 200 i love you’s. Twice more than usual.

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