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This is a safe environment! Good vibes only! 

REQUESTING:

- please be patient if you have requested, I do have to juggle this blog along with school and other things

- No NSFW for the moment, but feel free to ask for fluff, angst, lime ( but nothing too spicy )

- Please no studentxteacher requests, yandere requests, or Omegaverse requests, that stuff creeps me out ( if you’re into that stuff, I don’t care, you do you, I won’t judge )

Animes I write for:

- My Hero Academia

- Attack on Titan

- Demon Slayer

I will add more down the line, but these ones for now.

Characters I am good at writing / love writing for:

- Katsuki Bakugo

- Shouto Todoroki

- Hitoshi Shinso

- Eijirou Kirishima

- Denki Kaminari

- Izuku Midoriya

- Shota Aizawa

- Tamaki Amajiki

- Hawks

- Levi Ackerman

- Marco Bodt

- Erwin Smith

- Inosuke Hashibira

- Tanjiro Kamado

- Giyu

I am happy to attempt to write others, so don’t be shy to ask for someone not on the list!

chadwickboseman It is with immeasurable grief that we confirm the passing of Chadwick Boseman. 

Chadwick was diagnosed with stage III colon cancer in 2016, and battled with it these last 4 years as it progressed to stage IV. 

⁣A true fighter, Chadwick persevered through it all, and brought you many of the films you have come to love so much. From Marshall to Da 5 Bloods, August Wilson’s Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom and several more, all were filmed during and between countless surgeries and chemotherapy. ⁣⁣

It was the honor of his career to bring King T’Challa to life in Black Panther. ⁣He died in his home, with his wife and family by his side. ⁣

The family thanks you for your love and prayers, and asks that you continue to respect their privacy during this difficult time. ⁣⁣

Photo Credit: @samjonespictures

*knock knock* hello? Is this where readers come for asks? 🥰 hi bb, I hope your day is going/ending well! I’ve got two ideas, first is Shinso x reader where Y/N is helping Shinso learn how to use the capture scarf. Second is Tsukishima x reader where reader leaves him notes, wraps his fingers before a game, cleans his glasses at night, etc. because they love him and how he handles the subtle acts of love.

Hi lovely! My day has been great!

Thank you so much for the ideas! They’re cute!! I can’t wait to write them ahhh, they’re so soft <3 I’ll make sure to tag you when I post them so you can be the first to see them!!

I’m getting all giggly thinking of the Tsukki ones,,,

Drabble: Tsukishima x Reader

Prompt: “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

Genre: Super fluffy for a salty boi

A/N: When I saw the prompt, I immediately thought of Tsukki... You can’t tell me that beanpole doesn’t have cold feet

The study date had stretched out way longer than you had anticipated. You never planned to be staying so late, but the tiredness in your eyes had him slipping down to see his mother. When he had returned, he told you that you were staying the night, in the kind of way that left no questions to ask.

Tsukishima’s sweatshirt hung loose on your shoulders. No matter how big you were, he was bigger. In a strange way, it made you feel secure. The large piece of clothing was given to you to sleep in, Tsukishima inviting you to share his bed.

Really, what he said was, “Get in here. Where else are you supposed to sleep?”

Of course you agreed, giving him a cheery smile as you slipped onto his bed. His tall frame almost dangled off the bed, but there was plenty of room for you to wiggle under his blanket.

The chilliness of the weather really brought out the warmth of the fresh linen, a tiny hint of Tsukki in its scent. He smelt like fresh linen as it is, making the comfort that much tender. 

He reached over and placed his glasses carefully on the bedside table. While he was there, he turned off his lamp, plunging the two of you into darkness. 

You immediately caught for his figure, wrapping your fingers around the fabric of his t-shirt. Sliding down onto your back, you rested your head on his spare pillow. The fingers that were curled into his shirt tightened as you turned to your side and pressed into Tsukishima’s.

Tsukishima slipped an arm under you, ever so gently resting his hand on your upper back. His hand almost hovered over you, a ghost of the affection he desperately wanted to give you but were too stubborn to initiate. 

The two of you were still quite new to this relationship. It was still so innocent and delicate to Tsukishima, and he would do anything to protect it.

The silence was almost killing you, so you spoke up in a whisper.

“Tsukki?”

“What,” he huffed, more of a statement than a question. Most of his replies sounded like that, something you simply laughed out.

So, you did just that. A tiny, hushed giggle bubbled from your lips.

“Goodnight, Tsukki.”

“Hmph.”

You shook him slightly, kneeing his thigh as you groaned. Man, he was so tall. Your knees met the corner of his thighs while your face could fit in the crook of his neck.

“Say it back,” you ordered playfully.

He exhaled through his nose, in a way you knew meant that he was too tired to argue with you. Now that you thought about it, the thrill of sharing a bed had distracted you from how tired you were.

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you,” Tsukishima’s voice was soft, whispering in a monotone way. 

You rolled your eyes, “Close enough.”

And just like that, you were out like a light. Your breathing steadied, lulled by the scent of your boyfriend and the rise and fall of his chest. The hold you had on his shirt weakened, bringing Tsukishima’s attention to your silent and immobile form.

When he was absolutely certain you weren’t going to hear him, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

He then whispered into your hair, “Goodnight, Y/N,” before drifting off into his own slumber.

Kaminari x Reader: Princess

Summary: When Class 1A has a campfire on night take the stress off the students, your boyfriend, Denki, neglects you. Your plan to gain his attention succeeds, but only because you are his truly princess.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and I thought I’d give it a shot posting this...

Three frantic knocks in your front door to your dorm caused you to bound up from your seat at your desk. You stumbled to the door, hardly containing your excitement. In seconds, you had twisted open the door handle and swung the door into the room. The smile on your face grew more than tenfold as you met the bright starry yellow eyes of your boyfriend. Damn, did his eyes remind you of all the stars and suns combine into concentrated irises. His very own smile caused yours to grow, and to think he was yours took your breath away every time you saw him.

“Hey, Princess,” he smirked, his faint electrical freckles shining as his face shifted, “Are you ready to go?”

His hand stretched out for yours, exiting the pocket of his green-grey jeans (he’s wearing the outfit in the picture). Your grip tightened around his hand as soon and he took it from the door handle. Hand holding had to be one of your favourite things to do with him.

“I’ve been ready for ages, Denki,” you laughed, gesturing to yourself. The hair you had Momo neatly do up had small strands falling from the style, curling in small ringlets around your face. “My hair is falling out already. I’ll have to get Momo to redo it.”

“Nope,” Denki smiled, “I think it looks better like that anyway. But I’m sorry I took so long, Y/N. It took me a while to retune this bad boy.”

Denki’s free hand flew around behind him and smack the guitar in it’s black case hanging on his back. His talent playing the guitar was a large secret to everyone, including you. He hadn’t played it in ages, but brought it to the dorms as he thought he might pick it up again. However, with the stress of being a student at UA getting to him, the guitar sat in the back of his wardrobe, collecting dust. That was until the fateful day when Seri and Kirishima decided to try and prank him by hiding in his wardrobe and jumping out to scar him. However, Kirishima and Sero were so cramped inside that they ended up falling out of the doors, bringing down the cased guitar with them.

Those two had never seen Kaminari so angry in their lives. He thought they had broken the guitar that he held as a prized possession, even if he no longer knew how to play. Kirishima continued to hold it against him after he explained how he used to play but forgot due to school. So he spilled the tea to Jiro, who helped bring Kaminari back on track and retaught him how to play.

“Okay,” you sighed, “I’ll forgive you for that.”

Denki tilted his head towards the elevator, “Come on, we should probably head down there. Are you sure you will be warm enough?”

“Yep,” you stepped out of yours room, readjusting your grip in his hand and swinging your dorm door closed, “Well, if I do get cold, you can give me your jacket.”

Denki began leading you to the elevator, “Nope, not going to happen, Princess.”

“What, why? That’s what boyfriends do!” You reached out to press the level one button on the elevator and it arrived almost immediately after. Both of you entered the elevator and you rolled your eyes as the doors shut again.

“Y/N, I love you,” he grabbed both of your hands and turned your pouting face towards him, “but this is my favourite jacket. I’m not letting anyone take it. Tough love, baby.”

The furrow between your eyebrows grew tighter at his words, as you stuck your bottom lip out further. You knew what gets him. Denki couldn’t resist your pouty face as he could never stand seeing you be upset.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Denki mused, “We need to hurry to join the others.”

The two of you left the elevator, passing through the common room to the courtyard out the back of Hero’s Alliance. Soft chattering of familiar voices of your classmates came from the soft ambient glow from the campfire Momo thought would relax everyone after stressful schoolwork. Orange light flooded the courtyard, the fire flickering through shades of yellow, orange and red. Small embers drifted up in the cloud of smoke that dissipated once it reached a certain height. Chairs had been moved to circulate the campfire, littered with your classmates all eating or roasting marshmallows.

Denki stood next to the door, sashaying his hand through the doorway, “After you, Princess.”

“Why, thank you,” you mocked a bow, a small giggle escaping your lips as he followed behind you. The cold hit you immediately, but the radiance of the fire pulsed heat in your direction to make up for it.

“Hey!” A familiar head of red hair, not spiked up like usual, but a bandana wrapped around the flat hair, ran towards you, “Y/N, Kaminari! I roasted some marshmallows for you.”

From behind his back, he pulled out two marshmallows, speared through the middle. One was beautifully crisp and brown, the gooey inside tripped down the stick. The other held a charcoal black colour that cracked to display the gooey-ness on the inside. It was more of a liquid than a solid by the way it was roasted.

Kirishima handed the charcoal-like one to Denki and the nicely roasted one to you, “Just the way you guys like it.”

Your mouth dropped, “You like it that way? You monster.”

Denki simply shrugged, not offended by your comment. His hand that held your hand slipped out of your grip and around your shoulders as he gnawed down on the pitch black marshmallow. You lifted your eyes up to catch sight of his bright yellow orbs glistening in delight at his crusty treat - that should not be that crusty in your opinion. Even though his way of roasting marshmallows was completely wrong, you ignored it if only you could see the look in his eyes.

In record time, Denki had scuffed down the mallow and chucked the stick with small strings of marshmallow slipping down it into the fire. “Let’s sit, Princess.”

Using the arm around your shoulders to guide you, your boyfriend slipped around to the other side of the campfire. You took a seat on the log that had been rolled to act as a seat. To your left, you smiled at Mina, who lunged an arm around you and squeezed you into her side to great you. She quickly turned back to talk with Sero as your Pikachu of a boyfriend sat on your right. The guitar strap slid off his shoulder as he rested the guitar between you and him.

You sat with one of Denki’s hands on your knee as you completely devoured the marshmallow on your stick. Once you had finished, you chucked the barren stick into the campfire.

When Denki’s face - lit up with the orange glow of the fire - turned towards you with a smirk, a small amount of fear slipped into your mind. You knew that smirk too well.

“Hey, Princess,” Denki mused.

“Yeah..?” You answered, sceptical to answer.

“What do you call it when you murder one of your friends?”

“Why would I ever do that? We’re training to become heroes!”

“Just say “what”, Y/N.”

“Okay, fine... What do you call it?”

“Homie-cide! Get it? Homie? Homicide? Homie-cide?”

A really long exaggerated sigh stringed out of you mouth, but you couldn’t help let a small chuckle fall from your slightly blueing lips, “I hate you...”

“Don’t be like that!” His arm wrapped around your shoulders to pull you into a tight side hug. The smile on his face made you regret saying that as his contagious giggling erupted from his throat. “It was good, come on.”

Another sigh left your lips as you leaned up to kiss him on the temple, “I’ll give you that one. It did get me a little.”

“Hey,” Denki caught your face in his hand before you could turn away, “You missed.”

Before you could protest, he dove in for a quick but skilful kiss to your lips. It always left you momentarily stunned whenever he did that. Whenever he took you by surprise with a small kiss, he never failed to take your breath away, make your heart triple it’s heartbeat, and make you blush like crazy. A goofy smile illuminated both of your faces as you gave him a small shove in the shoulder.

“Hey, Kaminari,” Jirou’s voice cut Denki’s bubbly giggle off as she came to stand before the two of you, “Your guitar is ready, yeah? We could sing a couple songs soon, maybe.”

“Yeah! I was born ready.”

“Oh, I also came to ask if either of you guys wanted a hot chocolate? Todoroki’s taking some orders for Sato.”

You straightened your posture at the thought of the warmth flushing throughout your insides, and the chocolate aroma. Not that you wanted to admit it, but you knew that Denki had been right about these clothes not being warm enough. “That’d be great if you could tell him I wanted one.”

“Hmm, I’ll pass,” Denki replied.

“No problem, Y/N,” Jirou bounced on her heals as she turned away, “I’ll go tell him. I’ll be back.”

It was only about five minutes into joining whatever conversation Mina was having with Sero before you saw Todoroki with a tray of a dozen or so hot chocolates, struggling to slide open the glass door. His nose was scrunched up as he tried to juggle the tray on one hand. Placing a hand onto Denki’s knee, you let him know you were leaving. You speed-walked to the door, rounding around the campfire and sliding the door open for Todoroki.

The relief that flowed through his face made you chuckle as you caught the tray before it tilted, “I got it, Todoroki.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he nodded his head slightly, readjusting his grip on the tray, “Did you order one of these?”

“Yeah, I did,” you gleefully answered, “I could never turn down one of these.”

Taking the closest mug, to let your senses adjust to the warmth of the drink as you took a quick sip. Being conscious of burning your mouth, you took another just a quickly. The smell had you entranced as you stepped out of the way for Todoroki to step through the door. You slid it closed behind him, turning around to spy something that made your heart drop a small bit.

On the other side of the campfire, Jirou sat in your seat, a little too close to Denki as you would like. His guitar no longer had its case on as it lay down on his lap. The neck lay down on Jirou’s as she inspected the strings, making sure they were all in tune. Every now and then, their fingers would brush over each other’s. Accidentally, of course...

The overwhelming jealously held you to the ground. You couldn’t move as you were forced to watch them exchange conversation that close together.

Jirou was one of your closest friends, you knew she would never do you wrong like that. After all, she always seemed completely disinterested in Denki and you trusted him as his girlfriend. However, you knew they were going to perform together at the campfire. They spent many late nights together practicing; on the nights you usually spent with him in your own dorm.

No, you were jealous.

Jirou wouldn’t do that, and neither would Denki.

“Y/N?” Todoroki stepped in front of your gaze, breaking your line of sight to your boyfriend, “Are you okay? You spaced out?”

Blinking multiple times, you quickly glanced around at your surroundings to find that Todoroki had the vacant tray underneath his arm. How long had you been staring at them?

You met his duel coloured eyes, about to answer him when the soft strumming of Denki’s guitar ripped the words from your mouth. All of your classmates turned their heads in his direction, the skilful plucking of strings having the same effect on them also. Soft humming also vibrated from Denki’s throat, surprising you. You never realised he could produce a melody from his voice, even though it was buttery to begin with.

Beside him, Jiro began to sway as Denki’s soft rhythm came the part of the song with lyrics. Jiro’s even softer voice joined in with your boyfriends melody, singing the lyrics familiar to most of the class. You stared from the other side of the campfire at Denki. His yellow eyes flickered between his plucking fingers, his other hand up the neck of the guitar, and Jiro to his left - right where you should be.

The crease between your eyebrows doubled as they reached the chorus. He joined her in song, their angelic voices fit together perfectly.

An unsettling bubbling in your gut made you dizzy as you took a sip from your hit chocolate. Sitting down and leaning up against the door to the dorms, you rested your head on your free hand. You couldn’t find the strength or courage to look back towards Denki and Jiro. The wind made you shiver as the two of them as sang the chorus again.

That was when a plan formed in your mind.

You stayed silent as Denki finished his guitar solo and Jiro finished singing. The class erupted in cheers and applause. You clapped your hand onto the one holding your mug and took the opportunity to activate your plan.

“Todoroki,” you called out.

Your classmate turned back around to find you one the floor, “Yes, Y/N?”

“Could you do me a favour?” You inquired, taking another sip of the hot drink in your fingers.

“Yeah.”

“Could you make me cold?”

“You want me to use my ice on you?” His face turned to look at yours, a small knit between his eyebrows - almost unnoticed.

You lifted a hand, “Not ice... but you can cool me down with just your hand. Right?”

“Yes, I can...”

“Great!” You opened your arms, inviting Todoroki to touch you. A hesitant hand landed on your shoulder, encrusting in a thin layer of ice. Shivers ran down your arm, immediately experiencing a change in temperature. Todoroki quickly pulled back, noticing your sudden shiver.

“Would you like me to keep going?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded, gesturing to your other shoulder.

The same hand landed on your other shoulder, repeating the slight application of ice. The hand slipped over to rest on your upper back momentarily, sending a sharp shiver down your back.

“That’s good,” you smiled, “Maybe even my legs?”

“Uhh...”

The awkwardness and hesitance was evident on Todoroki’s face. There was no doubt he knew about you and Denki dating, everyone knew being the loudest couple in UA. He was as dull as a brick. There was no way he would have picked up that you were using the cold to get to Denki. He certainly didn’t even notice the subtle glances between Denki and Jiro that had caused you to do this while they were singing.

Only the tips of Todoroki’s fingers slid over your thigh slightly as he kneeled down to your level. Cold flushed through your legs as he passed his hand over to the other. Todoroki continued to glance up at your face, making sure he wasn’t passing any boundaries.

The look of satisfaction of your working plan caused Todoroki to pull back, “Is that okay?”

“Yes, that’s brilliant,” you shivered again, “Thank you, Todo.”

“Um, anytime?”

With that, you strained your neck to spy Denki. You found him whispering something in Jiro’s ear. That was the last straw.

Resisting every urge to march over there at that very moment, you stayed put. Your patience was worth it, as Jiro left not so long afterwards. You took this as your chance to strike, taking quick-paced but casual steps towards the log Denki sat on.

“Hey, Princess!” Denki waved you over, the grin that killed you every time sporting on his face, “Did you like the show?”

You hugged yourself, attempting to enclose some warmth around your body. A shaky nod notified him that you enjoyed it, taking the now empty seat next to him. “Yeah, but think you were right about these clothes not being warm enough, though. I’m freezing.”

“Really? Come here! I’ll warm you up!” Denki gently leaned the guitar against the log on the other side of him, wrapped both of his arms around you. Warmth rushed over to you, his scent causing a flood of satisfaction through your senses. You hugged back, slipping your arms underneath his jacket. Direct body heat warmed your arms up as you clutched the purple long sleeve shirt he had on.

“Is that better?” He asked, placing his chin on the top of your head as you buried your face into the collar of his jacket.

“Mm, your jacket is really warm...”

You closed your eyes, almost slipping into a light sleep. Every now and then, a happy sigh would escape your lips. Denki placed a soft kiss on your hairline, smiling to himself. You desperately fought the sleepiness making you drowsy, but failed. The constant warmth of your boyfriend lulled you as he slowly began to sway.

A soft, but sly smirk etched onto Denki’s face as he shifted his hold on you. He slipped out of his jacket without disrupting you, leaving him in the long sleeve. Gently, he draped the jacket around your shoulders, ignoring the cold that took over his body. He squeezed you tighter, adjusting you again slightly. He pulled his guitar back on his lap, quietly strumming a few calming notes.

“Hey, Kaminari,” Jiro stepped in front of him, ripping his attention from your peaceful expression. In her hands was a jumbled up blanket that he had told her to get for you. “I got it.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you still need it? I mean you gave her your jacket.”

“I’m sure she’ll still appreciate it. Thanks, Jiro.” Kaminari received the blanket, wrapping you up in one end and himself in the other. Your slow and steady breathing made him sleepy too.

“You really treat her like a princess. That’s your favourite jacket...”

“Well, she is. She’s my princess.”

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