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Insecurity Cuddles
I'm trying to get back into the flow of doing more art but I have none I would considered "finished." So, for now i present Katsuki making a sneaky post. Tatsuo got insecure, but Ejiro made it all better ☺️.
He would not get up until she felt better.(I can't draw mouths yet).
Felt like I had to post since, wow I have followers for more then a day. Yay me 🙃
I wasn't sure if I should show this but I don't have much else to post. So enjoy a very late pumpkin head trend of Katsuki, Eijiro, and Tatsuo (my oc).
I love the fact that my top 3 posts include my oc shipped with Kiri and Baku. That makes my heart so frigging happy 💖
I honestly didn't expect my last post to get much interaction. Yet somehow, it is now tied with my mermay post for my second top post. (Yes, 10 is a big number for me, kindly shush)
But now I'm curious as to why my top posts include my oc. Like is it a general like of the drawing? A potential y/n insert? A love for the boys? A general like of my oc? I'm not sure, but thank you anyway! ~💙
Plushies & Uno
A snippet from chapter three of Shooting for Mercury
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By now, everyone in the class had heard about Emi's plushy obsession, and they all begged to borrow one each. Mina suggested all the girls have a sleepover sometime with a plushy of their own, to which the rest of the girls agreed. By the end of dinner, which thank God Momo cooked because it was delicious, she had given Jiro, Tokoyami, Shoto, Uraraka, and Momo a plush of their own to have.
At this point, everyone was lounging in the living room, sharing bits and pieces about themselves with Emi. It felt nice getting to know everyone as classmates and not just heroes in training. After talking for a little while one of the guys pulled out Uno for all of them to play.
"THAT'S A SKIP YOU IDIOT!' Bakugo shouted at Kaminari, who tried to play a card after him. They were in the midst of a heated game, almost everyone pissed off at someone else.
Unfortunately for Emi, she was seated next to Shoto, who was absolutely ruthless. For him, it was all skip, draw four, or reverse cards, leaving her no shot at winning this game. As if on cue, "Oh come on dude, another draw four? Do you have it out for me or something?" Emi groaned at him, reaching to draw more cards to add to her ever-growing stack.
Shoto shrugged while a small smile formed. "Just trying to win, don't take it personal."
On the other side, playing after her was Kirishima, who was close to being down to one card. Emi leaned over to Shoto to whisper to him, "If you don't let me play a damn card this next round, Kirishima is going to win. Do you really want that?"
As if on cue, his mismatched eyes flitted to look at their opponent, and he nodded in understanding.
The round continued around the table, and she scanned her cards to form a plan. It wouldn't be enough to win herself, but it would keep Kirishima from winning. With Shoto on her team she felt confident they could pull something off.
Once Todoroki's turn came back around, he placed a basic card for Emi to play on top of. she smiled at him before looking over at Kirishima. He had one card left. As if the redhead knew what she was up to after one look, his eyes went wide, and he started pleading with her. "Please, please Emi I'm so close."
She held up the card in the air, taunting him. "I can't let you win, Eijiro. This is just the rules of the game."
"Please, Emi. I need it. Please, I'm so close."
Was that... shivers that just ran up her spine? Kirishima noticed her hesitation and snatched the card out of her hand before standing up and making a run for it. Emi's brain had to do a hard reset before she stood up and chased after him, the rest of the class laughing at them as they ran around the room.
"Hey! Give that back! That's cheating!" Emi yelled after him, trying to catch up. Even leaping over the couches did no good. He continued to fake her out every time she got close. "Kirishima! I swear I already threatened you once today don't make me act on it!"
"You'll have to catch me Emi!" He laughed over his shoulder, and while the boys cheered him on the girls shouted Emi's name in retaliation.
Finally, after what felt like ages but probably only a couple of minutes, Uraraka came to Emi's rescue by sticking out her foot and tripping Kirishima. He faceplanted on the ground and Emi leapt, going to snatch the card but not expecting his good grip. "Give it back, ya filthy cheater." She stuck her tongue out at him and attempted to tug the card even harder.
"Make me, Kaneko." He teased.
Make me.
Emi kept a good grip on the card but started leaning closer to him, like he did earlier in her room. She was aware of the class watching the interaction and hoped his embarrassment would get him before hers caught up. "Make you, huh? What can I do to make you, Kiri?" Emi dragged out the syllables of the new nickname, a smirk spreading on her mouth when his cheeks immediately turned red.
It was enough of a distraction for his grip to loosen, making her capable of finally pulling the card free. She shouted in triumph with the girls cheering for her, returning to the table and slapping the draw four down on the pile.
"Your turn, Kiri." Emi grinned, high fiving Uraraka for the assist. Kirishima stood there, looking at her dumbfoundedly. "Don't hate the player, hate the game."
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Shooting for Mercury (Kirishima x OC) on Wattpad & AO3
Chapter Five of Shooting for Mercury now posted on AO3 and Wattpad ♡
Meet Emi, the heroine of my My Hero Academia fanfic, Shooting for Mercury! A lot of myself went into Emi, and a lot of what I wish I could be.
And, with two new chapters posted, meet my other OC for this story, the villain who I unfortunately made way too attractive to not be the love interest (sorry Kirishima)... Kazuo Otsuka! We'll find out more about him as the story progresses. :)
DISCLAIMER: this art is AI generated that I found on Pinterest and edited to reflect my characters. I'm not sure where people are finding this amazing AI tool but evidently, I suck at it
A little Shooting for Mercury meme I came up with in my head at 2 am and couldn't do it justice...
Teaser for Shooting for Mercury Chapter Eight ♡♡♡
“You scared the absolute shit of me, Ems.” Kirishima whispered into her hair, holding onto her tightly.
“I’m sorry.” She apologized, her voice muffled by his body. He pulled back to let her breathe, and she smiled up at him. “I promise, I tried to be as manly as possible.”
Kirishima laughed. Here she was, injured and still making him laugh. He couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t believe how perfect she was. Questions about the fight rushed to his brain, but he pushed them aside. “Are you okay?” He asked her, looking her over again to see if he had missed any injuries.
“I’m okay. A few scrapes, and a nasty gash on my back, but I’ll see Recovery Girl tomorrow.” Emi replied as her hand went to the wound that was bugging her on her backside. “But, Kiri-”
“Are you sure you can’t see Recovery Girl right now?” Kirishima questioned, turning to see if he should go get Aizawa for permission.
“I’ll be okay for tonight. But Kiri, wait-”
“Are you sure? I don’t know why Eraserhead didn’t just take you there immediately.”
“Kiri.” Emi finally broke through his train of thoughts, causing him to look at her again. “I’m okay. Now, can I talk for a moment before you go running off to fight Mr. Aizawa over my care?” Kirishima nodded, and she took note of how his cheeks flushed. Now that her friends had told her, she was going to take notice of every little thing. “Before the incident, I was shopping for something. And, well… here. It’s for you, and I really hope you like it.”
Emi passed Kirishima the gift bag she’d been holding, and he took it from her grasp, his hands shaking. She’d went to buy something for him? But why? he wondered. Gingerly, he reached into the bag and pulled out what she’d put inside. Kirishima let the bag drop to the floor as he stared at a red, fluffy, shark plush. His heart exploded in his chest as he looked past the gift at Emi, who was looking at the ground with a blush on her cheeks.
He wanted to grab her and kiss her. He wanted to get down on his knees and thank her till his lungs ran out of breath. This was by far the best gift anyone had ever gotten him. “Ems… it’s perfect.”
SO we all know how much Katsuki Bakugo loves giving his classmates nicknames, but I’m having a hard time coming up with a nickname he’d give my OC. Suggestions would be MUCH LOVED PLEASE.
Also, they’re pretty friendly with each other even though he won’t admit it… typical Bakugo. Kirishima calls her Ems.
Here’s my girl Emi:
Vote on a picture of my two MHA fanfic OC for the next chapter! 🫡 please and thank you kindly
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Shooting for Mercury | e. kirishima on Wattpad & AO3
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Shooting for Mercury | e. kirishima Teaser
Chapter Seventeen : Bird Brained Deal
Teaser word count: 1,573
Posted on Wattpad and AO3
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“You’re telling me he didn’t even let you guys leave the office?” Jiro asked Bakugo and Emi, her disbelief evident as she and the others gathered in the common room, eager to hear about the patrol. They were met with a less-than-thrilling update.
“Nope, and now my eyes are killing me from staring at the computer screen for hours,” Emi complained, rubbing her eyes wearily. Kirishima, ever the comforter, was gently massaging her neck as she sat on the floor between his legs.
“That guy is a real jerk,” Bakugo growled, shooting a sidelong glance at Tokoyami. “I don’t get how you liked him, but Emi and I definitely don’t.”
“Well, my first meeting with him turned into an interrogation,” Tokoyami said, shaking his head in frustration. “Maybe things will improve with time.”
“That’s exactly what happened,” Bakugo said, sitting up straighter with realization. “He had me leave the room, and when I came back, Emi was being interrogated alone.”
Kirishima’s ears perked up, and concern washed over his face. He leaned forward, peering around Emi to ask, “Wait, he interrogated you alone? Are you okay?”
Emi offered a reassuring smile and patted his face. “It was just a few questions. I wouldn’t call it a full interrogation. Besides, I know how to handle an egomaniac. We deal with Bakugo every day.”
“YOU SHUT UP!” Bakugo bellowed, his frustration palpable. “I was all set to come back and defend you, but let’s see if I feel the same way next time.”
“Aw, Bakugo, you softie!” Emi teased, placing a hand over her heart with dramatic flair. “You really do have feelings!”
Bakugo muttered something under his breath, then abruptly stood and stormed out of the room. Emi and the rest of their classmates burst into laughter, watching as he left the room, steam practically rising from his head.
Kirishima rested his head on Emi's, his smile warm as he asked, "Do you want to talk to Aizawa about what happened today? Maybe see if you can switch your Pro Hero?"
"No, I think I can handle Hawks," Emi replied. "Besides, he might actually be useful." She kept quiet about the deal she’d made and her reasons for staying with Hawks. If Kirishima knew, he’d probably offer to help, but she didn’t want him to be in danger if things went wrong. This was her responsibility alone.
"So, who’s up for patrols next?" Shoto asked. Kirishima and Sero both raised their hands.
As the group buzzed with excitement over their upcoming patrols and schedules, Kirishima gently scooped Emi up and settled her on his lap. She felt a rush of warmth and knew she was blushing. Kirishima looked up at her, his eyes twinkling, and asked, "Ems, after my first patrol, would you like to go on a date with me?"
Emi’s grin widened as she nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! What do you have in mind?”
Kirishima leaned in, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “That’s a surprise,” he murmured before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “Can’t spill all my secrets, now can I?”
Emi giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Ooh, do you have a special signature move or something I don’t know about?”
“Maybe, maybe not. You’ll just have to be patient and see,” Kirishima replied, his breath warm and tickling her skin as he nuzzled his nose against her neck.
“Um, guys, you do realize we’re all still sitting here, right?” Hagakure’s voice broke through, and Emi glanced around to see their friends either looking away or grinning with amusement.
Kirishima shrugged, his tone nonchalant. “I don’t care.” Emi burst into laughter, giving him a playful shove.
“Sorry, I guess someone’s a little extra needy after my first patrol,” Emi teased, only to squeal as Kirishima began tickling her sides.
“Okay, I’m gonna go throw up now,” Sero announced, standing up and pretending to gag dramatically.
Emi gave Kirishima another playful push, wagging her finger at him in mock disapproval. “Behave,” she warned, causing him to pout exaggeratedly in response.
“If you two are going to be all over each other, take it upstairs, lovebirds,” Uraraka joked with a wink at Emi.
“Sounds like a great idea,” Kirishima replied, grabbing Emi’s hand and pulling her off the couch. “After you, m’lady.”
“Why, thank you, kind sir,” Emi responded with a laugh, giving a theatrical bow to their friends.
As they made their way to the stairs, Ida called out, “Keep your door open and please obey the rules!” The room erupted in laughter, everyone teasing Mr. Class Rep with playful jabs.
Kirishima barely registered their friends’ laughter as he practically pulled Emi up the stairs, his urgency barely contained. When he nuzzled her neck, the intoxicating blend of lavender and vanilla made his head spin, heightening his desire to kiss her. The scent wrapped around him, intensifying his longing to be as close to her as possible. Despite her frequent updates during her patrol, he had been anxious the entire time she was away.
He guided her into her room and shut the door with a firm, decisive push. “Why do we always end up in my room?” Emi asked with a teasing giggle.
“My room’s a disaster. Yours is warm and inviting,” Kirishima said with a grin, locking the door behind him. “It’s really that simple.”
Emi’s heart raced as she faced him, a nervous knot forming in her stomach like a hot stone. Kirishima’s intense gaze made her feel both thrilled and vulnerable, her instinct to retreat battling with her desire to stay.
“Oh, I have a plan,” Kirishima said, his voice low and playful as he closed the distance between them, his hands finding her hips. “But only if you give me the green light.”
“I don’t know that I’d ever give you a red light.” Emi told him, her breath already hitching in her throat. After she spoke, Kirishima’s lips crashed into hers. She opened her mouth at the contact, letting loose an accidental moan as she melted into his body.
Kirishima took that chance to slip his tongue past her lips, feeling as though he needed to explore every inch of her mouth. He could feel her hands grab onto the back of his shirt tightly, pulling him in as close as possible. God, he could do this every second of every day, he thought. Her lips tasted like cola, and the sweet noises she was making were sending him over the edge.
Emi had lost all sense of self, wondering if she might burst into flames at any moment. Every second that Kirishima took to pull away for a breath she felt cold until his lips returned to hers. They stumbled back towards the bed, with Kirishima taking a seat and pulling her onto his lap, straddling him.
“If you want me to stop-” he spoke between kisses, “-tell me when.”
She could only nod, unable to form a coherent sentence. Emi knew they should stop at some point, but the devil on her shoulder pleaded for more. His lips crashed into hers again, this time sloppier and more passionate.
Kirishima moved his hand to the back of her neck, using a light grip to keep her close. He was practically panting like a dog every time her lips parted for his tongue. He couldn’t believe how insane she was making him feel but he wouldn’t be able to stop himself if they kept going. Kirishima pulled away one final time, trying to calm the blood rushing to his south, and took a deep breath.
“You’re amazing,” Emi whispered, her voice tender as she brushed a stray strand of hair from Kirishima’s face. Her lips were flushed and slightly swollen, a small indent on her lower lip from his nibbles between kisses. She was so captivated by him, but he wished she could see herself in a mirror to understand just how amazing she truly was.
“I think you might be talking about yourself, sweetheart,” Kirishima replied softly, his fingers gently caressing the back of her neck, his thumb making slow, soothing circles on her skin. “You drive me absolutely crazy.”
“Then why’d you pull away?” Emi’s lips formed a slight pout, and she couldn’t help but let self-doubt creep in. Did her kissing not meet his expectations? Did her breath smell?
“Don’t start second-guessing yourself,” Kirishima said, tapping her gently on the temple, as if he could read her thoughts. “I had to stop for my own sake. If we’d kept going, I’m not sure what I would have done.”
“Oh,” Emi murmured, a blush creeping across her cheeks as she glanced down at where their hips were pressed together. “That makes sense. Does it hurt?”
“Not yet,” Kirishima chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “But if you keep kissing me like that, it might.” His laughter was contagious, and Emi couldn’t help but giggle along with him. “I told you nothing would go further until you gave the word, and I meant it. Your comfort is my top priority, Ems.”
Emi kissed him again, softer this time. A show of appreciation and affection. She thought he deserved the world and more with how amazing he treated her, and she wondered how she got so lucky. Kirishima had been one of the best things to happen to her within the past year and for that, she thanked whatever God was out there.
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Shooting for Mercury art dump! thanks to AI and procreate editing
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Eijiro Kirishima fanfic posted on Wattpad and AO3
Shooting for Mercury | e. kirishima Chapter Teaser
short teaser for chapter nineteen of my Eijiro Kirishima fanfic (>ᴗ<) this chapter is aaaalll about Emi (my OC) and Kirishima's first date! teaser word count: 595 words read the full work on Wattpad and AO3
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Their first stop was Takoba Municipal Beach Park, renowned for its breathtaking sunsets. Kirishima had insisted that the view from the waterfront was something she absolutely had to experience during her time in Japan, claiming it surpassed any beach in America. Emi wasn’t entirely convinced about that comparison but appreciated his enthusiasm.
“There are a few food trucks stationed just off the beach,” Kirishima said, keeping his hand gently clasped around hers as he led her toward the array of vibrant trucks. “We can grab some food and find a nice spot to picnic.”
Emi’s gaze landed on a bright green truck adorned with a neon sign shaped like noodles. “Is that a pad Thai food truck over there?” she asked, pointing excitedly.
“Yeah, is that what you’re in the mood for?” Kirishima asked, glancing at her with curiosity.
“If that’s what you want,” Emi replied with a playful smile.
“I want whatever you want,” Kirishima said, his eyes twinkling with affection.
Emi’s smile widened at Kirishima’s words, and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “In that case, let’s go for the pad Thai. I’ve been craving something spicy.”
“Great choice,” Kirishima said, beaming as they walked over to the food truck. The delicious aroma of garlic, tamarind, and spices wafted through the air, making Emi’s stomach rumble with anticipation.
As they approached the window, Kirishima greeted the vendor and placed their order. Emi watched him interact with the friendly food truck owner, enjoying the casual and relaxed atmosphere of the park. The sun was starting its descent, casting a golden glow across the water, and she couldn’t wait to see the view Kirishima had been raving about.
Once they had their steaming, fragrant pad Thai in hand, Kirishima led her to a cozy spot on the sand, where a few blankets were spread out. The view of the ocean was indeed stunning, with the horizon painted in hues of pink, orange, and purple.
“Did you set these blankets up yourself?” Emi asked, glancing around at the carefully arranged spot.
“Technically, yes,” Kirishima replied with a grin as he helped her settle onto the blanket. “I think Tokoyami had just flown off when we arrived, so we owe him a thank you.”
“Tokoyami helped with this? That’s so thoughtful of him,” Emi said, touched by the gesture.
They settled on the blankets, and Kirishima pulled out a couple of disposable chopsticks, handing one pair to Emi. “I’m glad we came here. This place really does have a magical sunset.”
Emi took a bite of the pad Thai, savoring the perfect blend of flavors. “You were right. This is incredible,” she said, looking out at the horizon. “And this view... it’s even more beautiful than I imagined.”
Kirishima smiled, watching her with a mixture of pride and affection. “I’m glad you like it. I wanted to make sure your time spent in Japan was memorable.”
They ate their dinner, sharing stories and laughter as the sun continued to set, casting a warm, colorful glow over the ocean. The beach was tranquil, and the occasional sound of waves crashing against the shore added to the serene ambiance.
As the sun began its slow descent, Kirishima’s fingers intertwined with Emi’s, their warmth a comforting presence in the cooling evening air. He could have stayed there forever, lost in the moment with her, but he had more planned for the night. With a sudden, energetic movement, he stood up and extended his hand towards her. “Come on, I want to show you something,” he said with a grin.
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