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JSJCIFSOSKFNDJ IZUKU’S IM WHEEZING AND BLUSHING
⁀➷ UNDER THE INFLUENCE
pairing. bakuguo, izuku, shinso x fem!reader
warnings. so many typos omg, cussing, hints of jealousy
genre. fluff, humor
note. imma be so fr i just wanted an excuse to write longing/nervous izuku he's so fucking cute
When one too many drinks leads to a (drunk) confession or two.
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So i just turned 20 today... Still the same but i ended up pushing myself to do backgrounds. Still getting the hand of it though so for now, here's a kaminari!!
While I am here, I am going to recommend some good fanfictions from ao3. The incomplete ones have all been updated at least as recently as 2020, I think. Enjoy!
MHA:
Useless monster by MuteCrows (incomplete- 34 chapters)
The entire “For Want of a Nail” series by Clouds (some complete, some not)
Dis(associate) by BeyondTheClouds777 (complete)
The “WE’RE REACHING LEVELS OF FURRY THAT HAVE NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE” series by Hayato (all complete but 1, and to clarify the name, they are all animal transformation fics)
Undertale:
Fur a good time call... by popatochisp (complete)
The house next door by Battlemaiden13 (incomplete- 63 chapters)
Our place among the stars by Nascent (incomplete- 32 chapters)
Homestuck:
The “demonstuck” series by Corvid_knight (most are completed oneshots)
The “catacombs” trilogy (specifically vanitas vanitatum, but all 3 are good) by oxfordroulette (complete)
Second best by NoBrandHero (complete)
Stubborn Flocks by 09Pyros_09Hydros (incomplete- 26 chapters)
While I am here, I am going to recommend some good fanfictions from ao3. The incomplete ones have all been updated at least as recently as 2020, I think. Enjoy!
MHA:
Useless monster by MuteCrows (incomplete- 34 chapters)
The entire “For Want of a Nail” series by Clouds (some complete, some not)
Dis(associate) by BeyondTheClouds777 (complete)
The “WE’RE REACHING LEVELS OF FURRY THAT HAVE NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE” series by Hayato (all complete but 1, and to clarify the name, they are all animal transformation fics)
Undertale:
Fur a good time call... by popatochisp (complete)
The house next door by Battlemaiden13 (incomplete- 63 chapters)
Our place among the stars by Nascent (incomplete- 32 chapters)
Homestuck:
The “demonstuck” series by Corvid_knight (most are completed oneshots)
The “catacombs” trilogy (specifically vanitas vanitatum, but all 3 are good) by oxfordroulette (complete)
Second best by NoBrandHero (complete)
Stubborn Flocks by 09Pyros_09Hydros (incomplete- 26 chapters)
So I’m playing around with the wallpaper settings💀
Ko-Fi
Hey guys. I started a Ko-Fi! You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, but I am now taking commissions! I will do headcanons and reactions for free, of course. But personalized writing prompts and concepts(Including writing for OCs) is only $1. If you ask for a commission for a fandom other than DL, it will be posted on @hoe-days . And if you look there, you can see the other fandoms I write for. I also do other things for commissions. They are specified more on my Ko-Fi page.
So here’s the link! Buy me a coffee if you’d like!
https://ko-fi.com/cherrylemons
Here is the commissions link.
https://ko-fi.com/cherrylemons/commissions
Love you guys <3
I have a discord server btw
You’re free to come and make friends!
https://discord.gg/CbUqJu2
I’m like. In the mood to do text requests. For any fandom I know. I’m stuck in bed with nothing else to do😂 So please send in text requests. If it’s for something other that DL send it to @hoe-days please💕💕💕
(Also I will eventually answer the requests I already have. Idk when-)
I have so many ideas for fics and its so overwhelming oml!
Right now my main thoughts are a Genshin x mha crossover fic that would therotically happen after my current Genshin fic titled Celestia's Divinity
Another fic idea is another crossover that would again happen after Celestia's Divinity but it would be a Genshin x Twisted wonderland fic.
Ok I know that Aizawa is 6'0 (T a l l) in canon but I want him to be tiny gremlin man and I think it fits better, so boom, now he's 5'4 and trans.
Aizawa, externally : oh, no reason
aizawa : hey kid, do you have parents?
vigilante!izuku : wh- no? why?
aizawa, internally, : YES LETS FUCKIN GO
⁀➷ SASSY MEN | S. TODOROKI
Realistic texts with your classmate Shoto Todoroki.
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⁀➷ DOWN BOY | H. SERO
When Sero just can't get enough of you (bonus under the cut).
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Bonus:
⁀➷ UNSAID | K. BAKUGOU
pairing. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
genre. collage au, aged up au, angst w/ a happy ending
warnings. cussing, longing, jealousy, aggression
1.3K | jealousy is a disease and bakugou katsuki is riddled with it.
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When you reached his place, you knocked, only for the door to swing open almost immediately, revealing a tense Bakugou standing there, looking more agitated than usual.
"Let's make this quick," you stated, stepping inside cautiously.
He didn’t answer right away, shutting the door behind you with more force than necessary. The loud bang echoed in the entryway. You watched him carefully, noting the tension in his jaw, the way his hands clenched at his sides.
"You and that extra done?"
You raised an eyebrow, surprised that he was bringing it up so bluntly. "We were never really dating, but yeah, I guess we are." You shrugged. "Why?"
His red eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest, the muscles in his forearms taut like he was holding something back. "Never really dating?" he echoed, voice dripping with disbelief. "You were all over that guy, calling him cute, acting like he was something special."
You furrowed your brows, confused. Bakugou was so quick in acting like he didn't care. He practically abandoned you and this was the first thing he wanted to bring up? Un-fucking-believable.
"Not to be that girl, but why do you care?" you sighed, the faint ache in the back of your head fueling your words. "You ignore me for weeks, act all weird, and then suddenly you want to talk?"
Bakugou’s jaw tightened at your anger, and you saw a flicker of something dangerous cross his face. His arms dropped to his sides, fingers twitching like he wanted to do something but ultimetly decided against it. Instead, he stepped closer. His mouth pressed into a deep scowl, his presence looming over you like a storm waiting to break.
"I’m being weird?" he snapped, voice low and sharp, both warning and desperate. "You think I haven’t noticed you acting like everything’s fine when you’re hanging around that fucking loser?" His red eyes bored into yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart shake in its cage.
"What the fuck are you talking about? I can hang out with whoever I want, Katsuki. Let me say again that you haven't spoken to me in two weeks—"
"It pisses me off!" he shouted, stepping even closer, his breath fanning against your face. He caged you between his body and the wall. He was so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body, his scent familiar and overwhelming.
His eyes were blazing, fury barely contained, and something more swirling behind them. "Seeing you with some guy, calling him cute and shit. Hanging off his every. Fucking. Word."
Your eyes widened, and for the first time, you didn’t know what to say. The room felt like it was closing in, the air thick with tension. Bakugou’s words hung in the space between you, raw and unfiltered, like he had finally let something slip out.
"You think I don’t care?" he scoffed, his voice dropping lower, rougher. "That I haven’t been paying attention? You just don’t get it."
You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your throat tight as his words sank in, but you were just as angry as you were confused. If this man thought he could barge back into your life without so much as a clear explanation, he was dead wrong.
"Use your words," you said quietly, not backing down even though your voice wavered slightly. "Because all I saw was you ignoring me and then getting mad when I tried to fix it."
His eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite read— regret, frustration, maybe even fear— but it was gone as quickly as it came.
"I haven’t been ignoring you," he muttered, his voice strained now. "I’ve been trying to... I don’t know, hold back?"
"What— Hold back?" you shot, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Katsuki, if you don’t stop being so vague, I’m—"
Before you could finish, his hands shot out, seizing your waist with a force that sent a jolt through your body. In an instant, Bakugou’s lips were on yours— hard, urgent, like he’d been holding this in for far too long.
You gasped, startled by the intensity, but your body responded instinctively, your hands clutching at his shirt, desperately seeking some anchor in the storm of his affection. His kiss was rough, almost punishing. His mouth unyielding against yours, as though he was pouring all of his pent-up frustration and unspoken words into this one moment. He moved with a hunger that set your skin on fire, like if he stopped, you’d slip away.
He groaned low in his throat, tilting your head back and demanding more access, deepening the kiss with a ferocity that left you breathless. His grip tightened around your waist, fingers digging into your skin, pulling you impossibly closer.
Bakugou kissed you like a man starved, his desperation palpable in the way his lips moved against yours. It felt like he was trying to memorize the taste of you, the way you fit against him. There was no hesitation, no restraint— just pure, burning need.
When he finally tore his mouth away, both of you were gasping for air, your chest heaving as you tried to steady your pounding heart. He looked away, suddenly shy, a complete 180 from the man who had just made your knees weak seconds ago. It was a sight you thought you’d cherish forever.
His hot breath fanned over your face, shaking and uneven, but he didn’t let go. His fingers were still digging into your hips like he couldn’t bear to lose contact, like he needed to make sure you were still there.
“I care,” he muttered, voice thick with emotion, low and guttural like he was admitting something he could barely stand to say aloud. His fingers trailed along your hip, slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"I care too fucking much, and it pisses me off that I can’t stop thinking about it. So yeah, I’ve been distant, and yeah, I’ve been avoiding you, but that’s because I don’t know what the hell to do with this." His voice cracked slightly, the tension in his words making your heart race even faster. He didn’t have the nerve to look up at you yet, not when you hadn’t said a single thing, and it was killing him.
"So fucking sue me for trying to figure this shit out."
You swallowed hard, your mind racing to keep up with everything he was saying. His confession was raw, vulnerable in a way you had never seen from him before. He wasn’t just angry— he was scared. Scared of what he felt, scared of losing control, scared of what you meant to him.
"Katsuki..." you started, your voice soft, but he cut you off with a gruttal sigh. He looked up, red eyes boring into your own for the first time, and they were pleading, desperate.
"Don’t say anything," he muttered. "If you’re gonna say some pity shit, don’t wanna hear it."
You stared at him for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest, and then, without thinking, you closed the distance between you again, your lips meeting his in another heated kiss. This time, it was slower, deeper, but still filled with that same urgency, that same need. His hands slid from your waist to your back, pulling you even closer, and you could feel the tension in his body melt away.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads still pressed together. Bakugou’s grip on you loosened, but he didn’t let go entirely, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that made your chest flutter.
"Next time," he muttered, his voice low and gruff, "don’t go running around with some fucking guy."
You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you, even though your heart was still racing. "Next time, don’t wait so long to tell me you care."
His eyes flickered with something soft for just a moment, but then he huffed, looking away with a scowl. "Shut up."
⁀➷ UNSAID | K. BAKUGOU
pairing. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
genre. collage au, aged up au, angst w/ a happy ending
warnings. cussing, longing, jealousy, aggression
1.3K | jealousy is a disease and bakugou katsuki is riddled with it.
When you reached his place, you knocked, only for the door to swing open almost immediately, revealing a tense Bakugou standing there, looking more agitated than usual.
"Let's make this quick," you stated, stepping inside cautiously.
He didn’t answer right away, shutting the door behind you with more force than necessary. The loud bang echoed in the entryway. You watched him carefully, noting the tension in his jaw, the way his hands clenched at his sides.
"You and that extra done?"
You raised an eyebrow, surprised that he was bringing it up so bluntly. "We were never really dating, but yeah, I guess we are." You shrugged. "Why?"
His red eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest, the muscles in his forearms taut like he was holding something back. "Never really dating?" he echoed, voice dripping with disbelief. "You were all over that guy, calling him cute, acting like he was something special."
You furrowed your brows, confused. Bakugou was so quick in acting like he didn't care. He practically abandoned you and this was the first thing he wanted to bring up? Un-fucking-believable.
"Not to be that girl, but why do you care?" you sighed, the faint ache in the back of your head fueling your words. "You ignore me for weeks, act all weird, and then suddenly you want to talk?"
Bakugou’s jaw tightened at your anger, and you saw a flicker of something dangerous cross his face. His arms dropped to his sides, fingers twitching like he wanted to do something but ultimetly decided against it. Instead, he stepped closer. His mouth pressed into a deep scowl, his presence looming over you like a storm waiting to break.
"I’m being weird?" he snapped, voice low and sharp, both warning and desperate. "You think I haven’t noticed you acting like everything’s fine when you’re hanging around that fucking loser?" His red eyes bored into yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart shake in its cage.
"What the fuck are you talking about? I can hang out with whoever I want, Katsuki. Let me say again that you haven't spoken to me in two weeks—"
"It pisses me off!" he shouted, stepping even closer, his breath fanning against your face. He caged you between his body and the wall. He was so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body, his scent familiar and overwhelming.
His eyes were blazing, fury barely contained, and something more swirling behind them. "Seeing you with some guy, calling him cute and shit. Hanging off his every. Fucking. Word."
Your eyes widened, and for the first time, you didn’t know what to say. The room felt like it was closing in, the air thick with tension. Bakugou’s words hung in the space between you, raw and unfiltered, like he had finally let something slip out.
"You think I don’t care?" he scoffed, his voice dropping lower, rougher. "That I haven’t been paying attention? You just don’t get it."
You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your throat tight as his words sank in, but you were just as angry as you were confused. If this man thought he could barge back into your life without so much as a clear explanation, he was dead wrong.
"Use your words," you said quietly, not backing down even though your voice wavered slightly. "Because all I saw was you ignoring me and then getting mad when I tried to fix it."
His eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite read— regret, frustration, maybe even fear— but it was gone as quickly as it came.
"I haven’t been ignoring you," he muttered, his voice strained now. "I’ve been trying to... I don’t know, hold back?"
"What— Hold back?" you shot, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Katsuki, if you don’t stop being so vague, I’m—"
Before you could finish, his hands shot out, seizing your waist with a force that sent a jolt through your body. In an instant, Bakugou’s lips were on yours— hard, urgent, like he’d been holding this in for far too long.
You gasped, startled by the intensity, but your body responded instinctively, your hands clutching at his shirt, desperately seeking some anchor in the storm of his affection. His kiss was rough, almost punishing. His mouth unyielding against yours, as though he was pouring all of his pent-up frustration and unspoken words into this one moment. He moved with a hunger that set your skin on fire, like if he stopped, you’d slip away.
He groaned low in his throat, tilting your head back and demanding more access, deepening the kiss with a ferocity that left you breathless. His grip tightened around your waist, fingers digging into your skin, pulling you impossibly closer.
Bakugou kissed you like a man starved, his desperation palpable in the way his lips moved against yours. It felt like he was trying to memorize the taste of you, the way you fit against him. There was no hesitation, no restraint— just pure, burning need.
When he finally tore his mouth away, both of you were gasping for air, your chest heaving as you tried to steady your pounding heart. He looked away, suddenly shy, a complete 180 from the man who had just made your knees weak seconds ago. It was a sight you thought you’d cherish forever.
His hot breath fanned over your face, shaking and uneven, but he didn’t let go. His fingers were still digging into your hips like he couldn’t bear to lose contact, like he needed to make sure you were still there.
“I care,” he muttered, voice thick with emotion, low and guttural like he was admitting something he could barely stand to say aloud. His fingers trailed along your hip, slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"I care too fucking much, and it pisses me off that I can’t stop thinking about it. So yeah, I’ve been distant, and yeah, I’ve been avoiding you, but that’s because I don’t know what the hell to do with this." His voice cracked slightly, the tension in his words making your heart race even faster. He didn’t have the nerve to look up at you yet, not when you hadn’t said a single thing, and it was killing him.
"So fucking sue me for trying to figure this shit out."
You swallowed hard, your mind racing to keep up with everything he was saying. His confession was raw, vulnerable in a way you had never seen from him before. He wasn’t just angry— he was scared. Scared of what he felt, scared of losing control, scared of what you meant to him.
"Katsuki..." you started, your voice soft, but he cut you off with a gruttal sigh. He looked up, red eyes boring into your own for the first time, and they were pleading, desperate.
"Don’t say anything," he muttered. "If you’re gonna say some pity shit, don’t wanna hear it."
You stared at him for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest, and then, without thinking, you closed the distance between you again, your lips meeting his in another heated kiss. This time, it was slower, deeper, but still filled with that same urgency, that same need. His hands slid from your waist to your back, pulling you even closer, and you could feel the tension in his body melt away.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads still pressed together. Bakugou’s grip on you loosened, but he didn’t let go entirely, his fingers brushing against your skin in a way that made your chest flutter.
"Next time," he muttered, his voice low and gruff, "don’t go running around with some fucking guy."
You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you, even though your heart was still racing. "Next time, don’t wait so long to tell me you care."
His eyes flickered with something soft for just a moment, but then he huffed, looking away with a scowl. "Shut up."
⁀➷ UNDER THE INFLUENCE
pairing. bakuguo, izuku, shinso x fem!reader
warnings. so many typos omg, cussing, hints of jealousy
genre. fluff, humor
note. imma be so fr i just wanted an excuse to write longing/nervous izuku he's so fucking cute
When one too many drinks leads to a (drunk) confession or two.
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⁀➷ FALLEN | BAKUGOU
pairing. Bakugou Katsuki x GN!Reader
warnings. character death, violence, blood, greif, survivor's guilt, truama, hurt/no comfort
genre. angst, soulmates au, canon compliant
notes. ouchie this one kinda hurt 👎🏽
1K | Amid the chaos of war, your unspoken bond with Dynamight has always been enough— until the moment you see him fall.
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The battlefield stretches all around you while smoke twists in the air, thick and suffocating, coiling itself around your throat like a noose. The stench of burning flesh and debris settles into your skin, an imprint of death you’ll never trully be able wash away. Your body is screaming, muscles torn and bones grinding against each other with every move, but it’s nothing compared to the pain that’s carving its way into your chest.
The heroes, your friends (what’s left of them at least) are scattered across the ground battered and bruised too. If you listened closely you could hear the ragged breaths of those still clinging to life, their bodies curled up like paper crumpled under a careless hand. You are not any different— torn open, limbs heavy, every breath a jagged knife in your lungs, but none of that matters.
Not when you can’t tear your eyes away from him.
Bakugou stands amidst the chaos, a force of nature even now, even as the world collapses around him. His explosions light up the gray sky, a desperate blaze of light against the dreary rain. You've always admired that about him— the way he moves, as if he’s made of steel and pure determination, every blast a declaration of his existence.
But something’s wrong. Something horrible, gnawing at the edges of your mind.
He's still fighting, still charging forward like he can tear the war apart with his bare hands. But his moves—they're frantic, faster, too fast. He's pushing himself too hard, beyond his limits, like he's racing against the clock, against the inevitable. His explosions are growing stronger, more desperate— sparklingly devastating— but it comes with a cost, one you can feel in the hollows of your bones.
You scream his name, but your voice is swallowed by the storm of battle. It rips from your throat, raw and shredded, but he does not turn around.
He does not stop.
Despite the gaping wound in your side, the blood seeping through your clothes, painting the ground in your wake. Despite the universe screaming at you to rest, to lie down, to simply pause.
You can't. You won’t. You’re running— legs moving dragging in the dirt faster than your mind can keep up with. It’s like being caught in a dream where time moves too slowly. You can’t reach him, and every step makes you feel that much further away.
You’ve been tethered to him for as long as you can remember— an invisible red string stretching between you both, tangled in childish arguments when you were five, in unsaid words when you were 13, in the fire that intertwines your souls.
Soulmates.
You both knew it long before the words could be spoken, though you never dared to voice it. Maybe from fear? Pride? Who knows. But you’ve felt it deep in your core since the day you met, a pull so strong it made the world tilt around him.
And now, with each step you take, that string feels like it’s fraying.
Shigaraki's monstrous form surges from the smoke like a nightmare come to life, his limbs distorted and twisted, swinging toward Bakugou like a scythe cementing his fate. Time stretches thin, your breath freezing in your throat.
Your scream rips through the silence in your head, but it’s too late. You watch it happen— frame by frame, the universe mocking you with its cruelty. Shigaraki’s blow lands— dead center— and Bakugou’s body flies, the sound of impact thunders, tearing the sky apart.
Everything stops. He lands in the dirt, his eyes wide, the fierce determination flickering out like a candle’s flame.
The world crumbles around you, but it doesn't matter anymore. The war, the heroes, the villains— they all disappear, fading into white noise as you collapse beside him. You are too late, a mantra that replays in your head over and over and over. You hit your knees, pain shooting through your bones, but you don’t care. You’re shaking, hands trembling as they reach for his face, his chest— anything solid, anything real to anchor yourself to this moment, to make this stop.
"Katsuki," you whisper, your voice thorns against your throat.
He doesn’t move. His body lies still, too still, and there’s blood— so much fucking blood— pouring from his wounds, painting the ground in crimson. Your hands press against his chest, trying to hold it back like you can turn back time with your will alone, but he's slipping through your fingers like sand, like the life draining out of him.
“Katsuki, please,” you sob, weary and desperate.
His eyelids flutter, just for a moment, his crimson gaze locking with yours. And in that fleeting second, he’s still there. Your Bakugou, the one who burned too brightly, the one who never stopped fighting, never stopped living like he was invincible. His lips part, like he wants to say something, but no sound comes out. His hand twitches, just barely, and you grab it, holding on like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to this world.
There was supposed to be more time. More moments. More chances to say the things you were both too scared to admit. To yell, to scream, to love him, to tell him you were soulmates in every damn sense of the word.
His eyes shake, and his grip weakens.
"Fuck, Katsuki, no," you plead with him, leaning down until your forehead presses against his, your breath ragged and hot against his cooling skin. "Don’t you fucking dare."
The words fall into the void, swallowed by the silence of the dying. There’s no answer, no spark left in him.
The weight of it crashes down, crushing your chest, your heart shattering into barbed pieces you’ll never be able to put back together.
He’s gone.
Your everything— ripped from you, stolen by this war.
And the world, the entire universe, your red string feels like it’s collapsing around you. The battle still rages on, distant explosions and screams filling the air, but it all feels so far away. All you can do is hold him, cradling his broken body in your arms, feeling the warmth slip away with every passing second. Everything has stopped, everything is ending, and all you’re left with is the hollow, unbearable ache in your chest where he used to be.
Just like that, the war takes more than it ever should have.
It takes him.
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....if i do a love child a.u would anyone want art or fics....
An incorrect quote for @aries-infinity Murphy Law (Vigilante Fuyumi)
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Fuyumi: *With another child she has saved from being sold to Hero Commission that has adopted her as older sister figure*
Shigaraki: Dammit Yumi! Not another one!! That's the fifth one in two days!
Fuyumi: For the hundreth time, It's not intentional! They just adopt ME as their sister
(I tried)
First. This is perfect. Second i love everything. May i add that natsu and izuku are fucken trouble and i would love to explore their grimleness.
They have shirts. Mwjdkendhzbsjsjs fucken cute.
Yes fuyumi / zero is to be feared. Fear the oldest.
You know when shouto joins the group he's going to be confused as fuck.
THE TODOROKIS ARE CONSPIRACY THEORISTS IT RUN'S IN THE FAMILY AAAAAAHHHHHH
Overho is gonna be in so much trouble....let the bitch rot. ( izuku and shigaraki both destroy his ass. And dabi cremated what was left. )
THE CHARMS ARE CONSIDERED LUCKY AND YOU BET THIER ASS THE LEAGUE PROTECTS THEM.
Murphy's Law AU - Ideas/Thoughts I have with bonus Babysitters Dabi and Shigaraki
@aries-infinity should I put a spoiler tag/warning on this?
Babysitters Dabi and Shigaraki - Fuyumi is the one who put them in charge (she both regrets it and doesn’t at the same time) - Natsuo is added to the list of “Babysitting the Gremlin” - Someone suggests one of those child leashes for Izuku, both deny it when questioned and have forgotten who was actually the first to suggest it - Takeout is pretty much the only way they eat as only Fuyumi can cook but she’s usually busy with her vigilante work and Inko is usually working - After Eri, Dabi is usually the one who gets stuck with both Natsuo, Izuku and Toga (later on) - Izuku has gotten Dabi and Shigaraki “Babysitter Squad” shirts/hoodies. In turn, they have gotten him (and Natsuo) “Little Gremlin” and “Gremlin Squad” shirts - Dabi and Shigaraki are forced to be Izuku’s impulse control - There is an unspoken rule between these two: NEVER let Izuku get bored! It brings nothing but chaos for these two - Eri is the secret to getting Izuko behave, even with Toga and Natsuo as all their focus seems to be on protecting and keeping Eri happy. It seems that Dabi and Shigaraki never think about this until Fuyumi and Inko point it out one night at dinner - If/When Dabi and Shigaraki complain, Kurogiri is pretty much the one to set them straight as a warning. If it continues, it’s Fuyumi the two have to deal with and it’s something the two try to avoid afterwards
Other General Thoughts (These go into “Can’t fit in story somehow, so put in the notes” mindset for me) - Dabi gets jealous over the Fuyumi/Izuku and Shigaraki/Eri sibling bonding so Dabi looks to adopt someone (Pre-Natsuo and Dabi denies this jealousy), he gets Himiko Toga. A small part of him regrets this but at the same time, he doesn’t regret a single thing - Dabi’s (and Fuyumi’s but her’s isn’t as strong) conspiracy theory is rubbing off on the kids in various ways, even Shigaraki is affected - Everyone has an “Eri Protection Squad” shirt. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE! - There is a “Favorite Dad Board” which has Aizawa’s, Kurogiri’s and All For One’s (Actual names) names on them. Each name gets a tally, supposed to be once a day but a lot use whatever moment, multiple days at a time. At the end of each week the tally is totaled, the “victor” can usually choose from day/night off, probably meals paid for at any place (or free takeout), most likely liquor and probably various other stuff - Inko probably gives various handmade objects and has the others help or gets them into crafting - Eri is always making charms, bracelets, etc for her new family - Izuku is the strategist and is pretty much in charge of hiring members + Fuyumi taught and trained him + “We NEED to have standards and goals!” - The few times, Dabi is put in charge of clothes, he ONLY gets Hot Topic brands (and vary other similar brands) for EVERYONE. This leads to him not being allowed to get clothes anymore - Izuku is the one who gives the threats mostly since so many underestimate him, Shigaraki and Dabi watch with amusement and popcorn - If Overhaul goes to Tartarus, everyone lets it slip that he tortured a child, BUT he is not to be killed off and instead must suffer
Not much to start I guess, these were some of the more burning thoughts I had. Hope you enjoyed!