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Kiribakumina x reader (smau)

Eijiro Kirishima x Bakugo Katsuki x Mina Ashido x Reader

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Storyline- You and your lovers doing funny stuff

CW- joking death threats, allusions to sexual content but no actual sexual content

Authors Note- This is just me trying to come up with something to satiate my desire for kiribakumina x reader lol. It's kinda ooc and not the best, but I wanted to do something. As always, remember to have a good day and take care of yourself, Lovelies. You are important and you matter more then you may ever know 💙

I read a Tsukishima Kai x reader a while ago (I don't remember which platform 😭) and it was like the reader got pregnant and finally summons the courage to tell Kai and he's just like "well that ain't my problem, how do I know you didn't cheat on me and it's mine. I have a life bro" and all thar jazz.

Obviously it's an angst lol. I wanna say it had a timeskip part where he ran intk reader and the kid and it looked exactly like him, but i may be wrong.

1) odd, unconventional, different.

2) SOMETIMES (depends on usage and who says it) duragatory term, or simply term, for LGBTQIA+ people.

Feeling Queer 

“I am an angry daughter,

But I could be a kind son.”

That is what my older sibling,

My handsome brother, my beautiful sister,

Says to me

Oftentimes after a rough day with the parents.

He repeats it often.

Like it’s a soft blanket,

One they hold onto for comfort.

But I don’t think he knows how much that pains me.

Because God does it stir emotions in my heart.

The sadness I feel at their our lack of love,

True and unconditional love,

From the people we call parents. 

But it goes so much deeper.

It stirs emotions of familiarity,

A kinsmanship at the similar feelings. 

Feelings similar in many ways

And different in many others.

I realized I wasn’t wholly straight at a younger age.

I tried to cover it up, pretend it wasn’t so.

I drowned myself in homophobic politics

In hopes of becoming something I never was. 

But it didn’t work.

And then I accepted being an ally,

Supporting the community I wasn’t apart of

Because that was easier than accepting these thoughts. 

And then I saw a video.

It was titled "How to be a Better Ally,”

I stumbled upon it on Instagram.

It talked about something called being “pansexual.”

Some describe it as gender blindness 

when it comes to choosing a partner,

Others as heart matters more than what's in the pants.

And I realized that was me. 

And I cried, because I knew it was over.

I knew right then and there that no matter what,

My parents wouldn’t love me the same.

I knew that everyone I knew

Would change their thoughts on me,

On my character, 

And on our relationship.

I’d seen it happen with my brave, and beautiful sibling. 

I’d seen my parents get far too strict,

Friends abandoning and relationships morphing

All because they had come out as bizexual.

She hadn’t even admitted to being pangender.

And I was so scared.

I didn’t want to be sinful.

I didn’t want to be left or alone.

And I didn’t want my parents to hate me.

So I kept it hidden. 

I didn’t tell a soul,

Just kept it hidden in the hole in my heart. 

And then it happened again.

I was scrolling through fanfics,

Cringe I know but it’s my guilty pleasure,

And I saw something titled “Gilded Constellations’

It said it was a wolfstar x reader-

And I was so confused. 

I knew what wolfstar was,

The name for a common Marauders ship,

But x reader?

That would make it three people in the relationship?

Is that even legal?

And then I read it.

And as Sirius was coming to realizations,

So was I.

This sounded so ideal.

If one was feeling in need of attention,

But another wanted to be left alone,

There was a third to keep the first company.

And the more I read it the more I wanted it.

Two partners- the idea was thralling and scary.

And then I looked more into it- 

Polyamory is what it’s called. 

And it felt so right.

And time skip to now,

After I have come out to a few people,

Become more comfortable in my orientation,

And it still hurts just as much. 

My parents still don’t know,

Neither do most of my friends 

And neither does hardly anyone I know. 

And you know what my mother said,

To my sibling so many months ago,

“Your father won’t walk you down the aisle if you marry a girl.”

And I can’t remember if she said if they would even go,

But I suppose it goes without saying.

And I think of this far too much,

It plays on repeat,

Like a broken record

Over and over and over again. 

Anytime I feel my heartstrings tugged by a girl. 

Or anytime I see anything like the video I saw today.

It was of a girl who was getting ready for her quinceanera 

She had come out as queer and her father didn’t like it.

And so he never showed up 

for her daddy daughter dance on her big day.

And I don’t want that to happen to me.

I want to be able to dance with my father,

On my special wedding day.

But I know if it’s to a woman,

Or God forbid not one partner,

He never would. 

And what if I do?

What if I have a woman,

Or even more than one partner,

Waiting for me at the end of the aisle?

Who will walk me down?

Who will kiss me on the cheek 

As I ready to embrace my true beloved(s)?

Because I know he won’t.

I know if I have someone they,

Him and my mother,

Don’t approve of waiting for me

Then they won’t even go. 

And I will never be told, 

“Oh how you've grown,”

As they hug one last time,

One last time before I am wed, 

And now I am crying.

Tears race down my face,

And blur my vision.

I can hardly read the time,

But I can make out 12:18 am. 

I hate the way society is. 

How can we choose to hate on LOVE?

And I hate how weak my mind is.

I hate how much I crave for their approval,

Over every aspect of my life. 

But I still crave it so. 

It reminds me of a poem I made,

An answer to a prompt for monthly journals for school. 

“The thing that I wish for my little brother,

To know that I will love him no matter what,

Even if he comes out as gay, bi, or pan.”

Because I know how I feel.

And I know how our older sibling feels.

And I know how my friend still in their closet’s box feels.

And I know how my other friend,

out in ways closeted in others,

Feels.

And I know how my very out, and very bullied, friend feels. 

And I would never wish that upon him or any other human.

And I think that is the end,

The last of today's thoughts,

All  written down for you to dissect.

And hey, maybe some will learn some things from this.

And if you personally know me,,

You did not see this.

For I am fine, as I always am,

And I will survive, as I always do. 

I am just feeling a little queer. 

Now you may think it is because of the movie- but it is almost completely unrelated other then the movie sparking ideas in my head. I am now, as i unfortunately so often do and I apologize for, going to make this about myself.

See cause Jane just walked down the isle after years of dreaming of this moment, a moment I too always dream of, and once she reaches the end she turns to her father, who walked her down, and kissed his cheek with a bright smile.

A happy moment I know, I know. But it just got me thinking. I'm queer, if you take one look at my anything you will most likely say obviously (or i hope you do), and I have very homophobic parents and family. And it reminded me of thr time my mother said that they (my parents) wouldn't go to my sibling's (bisexual AFAB but pangender) wedding if they married a woman. And I can't remember if they said anything about walking her down the isle- but i suppose it goes without say. And my parents (most of people I know irl) do not know I am queer so they wouldn't know to say that to me. But if they said it to my sibling why would it be any different for me.

And idk, it just made me very melancholy. Like I so look forward to my big day. And thr thoughts that if I marry anyone other then a cis male- or even forbid I choose to marry multiple partners cause I am indeed Poly and pan- they wouldn't go.

I had The Little Witch Project in mind while making this 😅

You can find this story in my profile if you would like to read it

The original insperation

Chapter Nine: Hero Names and Big Feelings

Kiribaku x Reader (series)

Previous chapter series masterlist next chapter

Storyline- Class 1-A finally gets to pick their hero names- some doing better than others. However, on the walk home Katsuki runs into the issue of ✨feelings✨. Can he navigate it without throwing hissy fit and ruining things? We'll see- but thank God for Reader's patients 😪

CW- language, nothing really

WC- 1,335

Authors Note- This felt so rushed. I seriously do not know why I can not lock in on writing 😭😭😭 Like I seriously can not focus to save my life lately. As always, remember to have a good day and take care of yourself, Lovelies. You are important and you matter more then you may ever know 💙

Today started out normal- really it did. You walked to school with a grumbling Katsuki and a tired but “happy to be there” Kirishima. But as does any day with these loveable, chaotic, and weird people you call your class mates- it took a turn.

Your home room teacher is now sitting (sleeping) in the corner of the classroom in a bright yellow sleeping bag while another teacher (who is honestly one more parental complaint away from being fired for inappropriate conduct and language towards her students) goes through the class's ideas for hero names. Names that will stick with them for the rest of their lives and careers, shaping how they will be known and what they will be known for. Students who are making this life changing decision at the ripe old age of around 15 years old where they still think dick and your mom jokes are the funniest thing in the world.

Although having said that, it’s going a little better than you would imagine.

Aoyama, ever the -self absorbed- confident student offered to go first, despite everyone else’s hesitance with his name that is corrected to “Can’t Stop Twinkling.” He’s followed by Ashido, who is disappointed at her denial for "Alien Queen.”Tsu goes next with the “rainy Season Hero: Froppy,” giving the class the first “normal” name.

Kirishima reveals his name to the class- “Red Riot.” You smile fondly at the red haired fan boy as the class notes the homage to his idol “Crimson Riot.” It’s sweet, and it’s almost like a reminder that most of the students here are just fans encouraged by the bravery and heroics they have seen in many pros.

The class continues. Earphone Jack, Tentacle, Cellophane, Tailmain, Sugarman, Pinky, and Chargebolt. Excitement rings through the air as people shout out their names, cheers and smiles filling the classroom after each one is revealed. At last you make your way to the front, nervously fiddling with the corner of your sign. You flip it around, stopping yourself from scrunching your eyes in a wince as you wait for Midnight and the class’s reactions.

“The Witchy Hero: Enchantress.”

“Matches your costume perfectly!” Midnight gives you a supportive smile and her signature flirty tone that much of your class has learned to ignore. You smile proudly, eyes meeting Katsuki’s proud gaze and Kirishima’s almost awestruck one.

The class continues- Invisible Girl, Shoto, Creati, Anima, Tsukuyomi, Grape Juice. Katsuki makes his way to the front with an “I could and would kill you” face as he shows his chosen name. “King Explosion Murder.”

You of course knew this was what he had in mind, and despite trying to give him other name ideas like Ground Zero, Grenade, Napalm, Explosion Boy, and much more he decided this was THE perfect name for himself.

The name is denied- obviously- and he is told to think of another one. Iida goes up now, revealing his name will simply be his name as well. Last up, other then Katsuki who still needs to go, is Midoriya. He walks up, revealing his name and pulling a gasp from some of your classmates, including you.

“Deku.”

The green haired boy explains how he came to this decision, and you look towards your blonde boyfriend as he does. You see a fuming glare on his face, but you can tell he also has a mix of other emotions swarming in that complicated brain of his. As you turn to look back to the front your eyes meet with the red ones of Kirishima, You both wear matching surprised and nervous expressions, and you can tell the red head was also looking at Katsuki. You shrug before both of you face the front once more.

The day ends and you finally get dismissed to go home. Now you walk with Katsuki and Kirishima on your way home. You and Kirishima are currently talking, laughing about one thing or another. Katsuki has been walking by you, silent and with his head trained to the space in front of you. He’s seemed lost in his head this entire walk, silent and not even grumbling about how stupid you two are being.

Kirishima says something that makes you laugh. It isn’t the laugh you let out with everyone else. The kind that is either forced or controlled. The kind that isn’t too embarrassing isn’t too loud and isn’t too much, the kind you practice in the mirror. You laugh the kind of laugh he’s only seen you laugh when you’re in a space you feel wholeheartedly comfortable and safe in, with people you love and feel at ease with. The kind where your face scrunches and your body shakes uncontrollably, lungs begging for air as you’re cackling like a witch.

You only ever really cackle like that with him.

The sound of it breaks Katsuki out the train of thoughts flooding his head as he focuses on the smiles of the people beside him. His mind racing to another topic.

Kirishima made you smile.

The thought invades his head, and he quickly pushes it away. Plenty of people make you smile, but this felt different. There was relief, there was safety, and there was comfort in that smile. He should feel jealous, he thinks, he would if it was anyone else. But he doesn’t mind it when it’s Shitty hair, when shitty hair makes you feel safe it makes him feel happy.

He pushes the thoughts deep down, choosing to -ignore them- save them for another day. He starts paying attention to the conversation once more, something about some stupid show you’ve both watched and loved. He recognizes a few of the character names you’re rattling off from a show he remembers you making him watch with you. Hinata, Kagayama, Dad-chi as you would call him.

Soon enough Kirishima’s house comes near and he splits off from your little trio with a smile and a wave. You and Katsuki continue on your way. You attempt to talk to him at first, but quickly realize it’s helpless so you stay quiet the rest of the walk. And although you can tell he has a lot on his mind, the quiet isn’t tense, just like alwayse. The silence between you is comforting and safe, both of you sure with the knowledge that sometimes words aren’t needed to fill the space.

Eventually you reach your house, pausing in front of the sidewalk and giving him a look. “Ok, I can tell something is up. And I can tell you’re feeling some big kid emotions,” you laugh lightly at the degrading look he gives you. “Would you like to talk about it?” your tone is sweet, comforting, and the sound of it alone stirs even more emotions he isn’t ready to face.

He scrunches his face in order to mask just how much he wishes to, and you misinterpret it as disgust. “I’m not some toddler. I don’t need to cry out my feelings- not that there are any. Not that kind anyway.”

He defends, and you’ve played these games before so you simply sigh in acceptance and hold open your arms. “Wanna come over for a movie night?” You ask as he rolls his eyes and brings you into a hug.

“Not tonight, I got studying to do.” You both know it is simply an excuse, a poor one at that, but you let it slide as he kisses your forehead with a gentleness that worries you.

Jegulily thingy

Random Wolfstar necklace

Written for

MHA

Arcane

Genshin

Hogwarts (Mauraders and golden trio era)

Supernatural

Haven't written- but will/may

Lunar Chronicles

Fourth Wing

Cruel Prince

Lights out

Many other books- just ask I may have read them

Haikyuu

JJK

Kiss Bet

Schoolbus Graveyard

Howls Moving Castle

KDH

I'm rereading what is out of The Little Witch project (Kiribaku x reader- it's linked in my page if you would like to read) in order to try and get some motivation to write more for it- and here are some of my quotes I've said while reading it.

"I'm dying of cringe- who the fuck let me post this?"

"I may have bad grammer, but I'm fucking hilarious."

"ew- just ew"

*Enter about three million more quotes about how much I hate my writing.*

"At least I didn't use ai 😪"

"who wrote this? Oh- me 😪"

This Grammer is terrible. Y'all chose to read this???? You poor things. And the inconsistencies 😭😭😭

Rules for Running Away to the Circus

So, you've decided you want to run away to the circus and give you favorite ring leader a fic request. But what all can be requested???

I'm a kind ring leader- so here is just what you need to know in order to run away with the circus.

A good point to start at is packing your bags and choosing a skill to perform- Ok, I'll drop the bravado and put down the circus act. But only for a little bit.

The real first thing you'll want to do is choose what kind of fic you want to read.

Oneshot/ drabble- the fluffy or angsty kind

Oneshot/ drabble- the smutty/lemony kind

A series

or a SMAU (social media posts/texting)

Secondly, you can't have a story without characters. So you'll need to list the fandom you desire and the characters you would like to be included. Do you want MHA with the loveable Kirishima and his angry counterpart Bakugo? Do you desire for Oliver and Sara Lin from The Kiss Bet to have a cute and romantic (and very unplanned as Sara Lin tends to be) confession? With you or without you (aka the reader)? Tell me the cast for your desired performance and any specifications for reader (if you desire for it to be an x reader).

Lastly, you'll need to think of the content, or overall idea of the fic. This is the part where you get to be creative and where your thoughts and desires really get to be expressed. Give me the rundown of your story. Although this part isn't necessarily NEEDED, persay. I can do request with just a list of cast members and characters, but I'm sure you all have desired stories you wish to see put into the world.

Things I will write for

(it's a pretty extensive list and not all is listed) age gap; smut; most kinks; fluff; comfort; LOTS of poly- I don't think there is enough poly rep in fics but I'm biased; queer fics; x readers; character x character; fics without x readers (probably rarely); any gender, orientation, or race for reader; any fandom (if it isn't listed on the main thing I may not have watched/read it but you can always try to request it- worse that happens is I put it ont he shelf for later); will automatically assume gender neutral for the reader unless stated otherwise but I may subconsciously make it a AFAB/Fem reader;

Things I won't write for

Here's a little warning- I'm a pretty chill girl and will write almost anything, but even I have limits. I won't write any rape or similar content- for obvious reasons. I will not write any sort of incest or inappropriate familial relationships. I won't write a minor x adult or anything illegal- although there may be (and has been) age gap fics. But all characters will be consenting legal adults if there is any sort of age gap thing.

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