Reader: F Character:Tenya Iida Rating: G Summary:After a long day, you just want to dance. Warning:Fluff Tip Jar |Commission Info | Ask Box: Open
You swayed side to side with Iida, you were in his arms as he gently moved with you. You were both in your pajamas. It was late into the evening and only now you had gotten settled in for the night.
After a long afternoon of patrolling then going back out in the evening left you both feeling exhausted. But there was rarely any rest for heroes.
You got comfortable in your sweatpants and turned on the radio. That was when Iida took you in his arms and started to sway with you. He loved the feeling of you in his arms. You were so comforting against him.
The song played on the radio, you two continued to move together slowly. He leaned in and kissed you on the lips.
You two had been together for a few years now, but even after all that time he kisses still delighted you. They made you blush and you kissed him back.
He took you by the hand and spin you around gently before he pulled you back in and in for another kiss.
“Saving the city is nothing compared to kissing you.” You said with a small chuckle.
He chuckled back and kissed you again, once he started kissing you he had a hard time stopping. He felt bruised and achy from fighting bad guys but the pain seemed to lessen when your lips connected with his.
His sculpted arms went back around you as you two continued to move together. Your movements were in sync with one another, moving together as one unit. Just as you acted on the battlefield.
One team, together.
You spun him around and laughed, he pulled you close so your chests were touching. He went in for another kiss and you pulled away before he could plant it on you.
“Kiss me.” he said as he took hold of your hand, “I want you to kiss me.”
“Okay, fine.” You chuckled, “You’re addicted.”
“Kisses are quite good for the body actually. They reduce stress.” He said matter of factly.
You laughed and he pulled you in for another kiss. His lips were soft and warm. You spent some time kissing before you went back to dancing together. Your hips moved in time with the song.
Eventually it ended and he rested his forehead against your shoulder, still holding onto your hands.
Good morning/afternoon/evening my lovelies! This post is inspired by literally my fucking life lmao. I wrote this while I was going through a breakup and it was a big comfort so I thought some of you guys could use it too <3
Bakusquad
Denki literally refuses to let you stay alone in your room for longer than 5 minutes cos he doesn’t wanna give you time to cry over someone not worth the tears (period. you’re better than that). He forces you to sit in the common room with him and plays all your favourite movies to keep you there.
Kirishima has had whole ass study sessions with the girls, preparing for this moment. He kicks open your door and in complete seriousness says “Makeover time.” You spend the rest of the night wearing face masks, painting each others nails and wearing oversized shirts.
Mina sets up a whole damn powerpoint presentation as to how better off you are without them. There are pictures, graphs, the whole kit and caboodle. For dramatic flare, she wears a suit and sunglasses the whole time.
Sero finally unleashes the roasts about you ex that he had been keeping in for the duration of your relationship. Like he whips out a notebook and everything. Oddly enough it makes you feel better and his entire objective is to make you laugh or smile at least once. He also threatens to tie them up with tape and hang them upside down from the ceiling.
Bakugou at first doesn’t know what to do, and then he gets an idea that’s actually pretty good. He takes you to one of the training grounds where he hands you his extremely loaded gauntlets and lets you blow shit up to get your emotions out.
Dekusquad
Todoroki also doesn’t quite know what to do. He actually ends up bringing you all of HIS favourite foods because he doesn’t really know what you like. However, you find it very sweet and share it with him. He also tells you in complete honesty what he thought of your ex and tells you that you deserved better.
Ochako lets you have just a full blown therapy session. She brings blankets, ice cream, tissues, all of it. She simply sits and listens to your frustrations and pain that you had been bottling up for so long. She doesn’t speak unless she is needed to and by the end, you truly feel a weight lift off your shoulders.
Iida knows exactly what he has to do. One day, just a random day, he walks out to you while you’re in the common room. People all around yet he pays no mind as he DANCES FOR YOU because Mina taught him one and he thought it would make you happy.
Midoriya shows you his notebook. He walks into your room, clutching it very intensely and shows you the pages he wrote about you. He specifically points out all of your strengths and reminds you that your pain is temporary. Essentially, he reminds you that you’re a badass.
Tsuyu shows you cool rocks she found in a pond! You’re not exactly sure why she does but either way it calms you down. She even lets you keep the one that you think is the prettiest. Every now and then you see the rock on your window sill and it makes you smile.
Others
Mineta simply ceases to exist babe. Why? Because I said so. I’m just built different ig. Also all the boys keep him faaaaaar away. Sero tapes him to the ceiling in a lil cocoon.
Aoyama gives you a whole glam-sesh. New clothes, new shoes, new everything. By the end, you sparkle from head to toe but he successfully gets your mind off of what was hurting you.
Hagakure follows the same sort of path and takes you shopping! Just for a few hours you go out and walk around. She wants to do it so you can get some fresh air as well as some new things to make you feel better.
Momo makes you this really really nice tea that she only every really takes for herself. She is also surprisingly really good at giving you advice and reassuring you that this is definitely for the best and you are way better off.
Tokoyami invites you into his room and lets you play with Dark Shadow and also shows you some of the music he likes! He isn’t so great with comforting words so he figured he would show you ways in which he cares.
Sato literally just continuously bakes for you. Cookies, cupcakes, cakes, the whole shebang! Because who can be sad while eating sweets? He also tries to make your favourite dessert.
Koda takes you outside and gets you to sit down against a tree. Once he sits beside you, the little creatures in the nature come out and hang out with the two of you. A bird even sits on your shoulder!
Shoji gives you piggybacks all day. It sounds odd but he’s really strong and carries you around to make you smile. He also is a big help in keeping Mineta the hell away from you.
Ojiro, precious boy, has a training session with you to let out your frustrations. He also urges you to talk about what’s bothering you all the while you’re trying to punch him. You end up beating him to which he then reminds you that you’re strong and they can’t take that away.
____________________________________________________ Anyways who needs real men when you have 2D men hearteyeshearteyes. Btw I’m all good for anyone wondering, I got over it when I dyed my hair lmao
I’m writing this completely self indulged bnha fantasy au fic for me and @remnants-resisstiment and I was thinking about a way to make it enjoyable for all of us. (Yeah, I kind of know that a lot of ppl don’t like reading about other’s OCs)
I thought why not make it so that you (yes, I’m talking to you lovely sugarcubs reading this ) can make a cameo-like appearance inside the story with your own OC. You would send me your OC, some information about them and I’d write them into the story.
Would anyone be interested?
If so, I’d post the first 3 chapters here for you as a reference and give you some more detailed information about what I need from you.
Pls talk to me if you’re interested. Just hit me up in the asks/dm/comments.
Izuku stifled a gasp as he was led through ornate double doors into the grand ballroom of the royal palace. Even if this was a masquerade, if his ruse was ever going to work, he couldn’t be gaping at everything he saw like the poor village boy he still was at heart. He needed to blend in, to act like he belonged here among these richly dressed people, like the opulence and elegance and grandeur on display before him was his normal.
“Careful,” Tenya, a royal knight and one of Izuku’s friends from his many adventures as well as his escort that evening, warned in a low voice, speaking out of the side of his mouth so as to disguise the fact that he was speaking at all. “Don’t let anything give away the fact that you’re not one of these people. I don’t need to remind you of how dire the consequences will be if you’re caught.”
“You don’t,” Izuku replied. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”
“I’m holding you to that,” Tenya warned, and moved off to attend to his own matters, leaving Izuku to himself to enjoy the party.
And what a party it was. This cold midwinter day marked the birth of King Enji of Endeavor’s youngest son, Shoto, sixteen years prior. The king had spared no expense for this masquerade, intending to celebrate this momentous occasion in a manner befitting the boy he called “his greatest masterpiece”, as well as present a reminder of the wealth and power of both himself and his kingdom to any foreign dignitaries who may have been attending the event in the hopes of securing a marriage alliance with Endeavor now that Shoto, the king’s heir, was of age.
Izuku had simpler, much less political reasons for wanting to sneak into this party. He wanted simply to see the prince, just once. A lowly commoner such as himself was not even considered worthy to breathe the same air as the heir to Endeavor’s throne, whatever fame and glory he might have won himself in his adventures, and this might be the only chance he’d ever get to see for himself if the rumors he’d heard were true. He’d heard that the prince had one eye the color of the sea and one the color of a stormy sky, that half of his hair was as red as flame and the other half white as snow, that he was a powerful magic user like his mother and father, that he was tall and striking and his gaze as sharp and piercing as an arrowhead. Most of all, he’d heard that the prince was beautiful, but cold and distant, like a sculpture of ice, or perhaps the moon.
Izuku knew he was risking a lot coming here, but his curiosity was insatiable and impossible to ignore. Rumors weren’t enough for him. He needed to see. He needed to know.
As the night wore on, Izuku gorged himself on rich food and engaged in idle chatter while keeping mostly to the edges of the crowd, where he was much less likely to be spotted and immediately outed as someone who did not belong. Every few moments he would pause and scan the faces around him, desperate for even one tiny glimpse of Prince Shoto. But apparently he was so much of a recluse to not even attend his own birthday party, as there was no sign of him. Izuku tried not to let himself feel toodisappointed, and he threw himself wholeheartedly into the dancing once it began in earnest. Catching sight of the prince had been a long shot anyway, and he was determined to have fun despite things not going to plan.
“May I have this next dance?” a soft, cold voice asked some uncounted moments later. It had come from behind him, and Izuku whirled around, startled.
“My apologies,” Prince Shoto said smoothly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” Izuku felt his mouth go dry, and all he could do was stare. Prince Shoto was just as beautiful as the rumors said, one half of his hair fire red and the other half snow white, one eye brilliant blue and the other stormy grey, an aura of power coming off of him in waves. The only thing that might have ruined the image was the scar around his left eye, partially hidden by his hair, but as far as Izuku was concerned it didn’t mar his beauty at all, only enhanced it.
Prince Shoto raised his eyebrows- one red and one white, like his hair- questioningly, and only then did Izuku realize that he hadn’t yet answered his request. Yet when he tried to speak, he found that his voice had suddenly failed him, and so he could only nod and allow the prince to lead him to a spot in the center of the crowd of other couples waltzing.
“Might I have your name?” Prince Shoto asked after a while.
“Ah, that’s a secret,” Izuku replied teasingly. In the back of his mind, he was astonished at himself. He couldn’t believe he was bantering with the prince, of all people.
“I’d like to know the name of the person who I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of for the entirity of this party,” Prince Shoto insisted. “For all that you try to pretend otherwise, I can tell that you don’t belong here, and that intrigues me. I’ve been trying to get you alone all night.”
“Very well,” Izuku replied, stunned by the prince’s earnestness. “You may call me Deku.”
“I can’t imagine a person wanting to be called by a name that means ‘worthless’,” Prince Shoto remarked, effortlessly twirling Izuku when the moment came in the dance.
“Deku is the name of a hero,” Izuku insisted when he was reeled back into the prince’s side. This was the truth, as he had fought hard to make it so.
“My apologies,” Prince Shoto said, inclining his head. “I’ve heard tell of the great hero Deku. I didn’t realize I was in such illustrious company.” Izuku didn’t know how, but he could detect a trace of amusement coloring the prince’s voice.
“Not nearly so illustrious as yours, Your Highness,” he said.
“Shoto,” Prince Shoto replied. “Call me Shoto.”
“Shoto,” Izuku echoed, breathless. Shoto pulled him close, and suddenly they were nearly nose to nose, breath fanning across each other’s faces on each exhale. Izuku longed to close the gap, however scandalous and improper it might have been, but before he could the orchestra ceased playing, signaling the end of the dance. Izuku felt his heart sink as Shoto pulled back, hand still clasped in his.
“Until next time, Deku,” he murmured, lifting Izuku’s hand to his lips and brushing a kiss across his knuckles that he swore he could feel through his glove. Then he dropped Izuku’s hand and disappeared into the crowd. And if he and Izuku spent the rest of the party in the palace gardens, locked in a passionate embrace, well, that was no one’s business but their own.
whereBakugou is the nerd and Midoryia is the jock. Midoryia does things liiiike catch him, and then Bakugou has to reckon with his strong arms.
And Midoryia is best friends with Kirishima and they’re on a Sports Team™ together, which is how Midoryia meets Bakugou in the first place.
Shouto is also a nerd, and he’s best friends with Bakugou and they do like— I don’t know— chess club together, and study all day.
And Sero and Kaminari are also friends with Bakugou but not because they’re nerds, they’re just losers that hang out with him.
Iida, Momo, and Uraraka are all more jocks than nerds, but they straddle the line. They’re friends with Midoryia.
And Midoryia lets Bakugou do things like punch his arm and shove him when he gets annoyed, bc he doesn’t want to hurt him (Midoryria’s friends being like “you could kick this guys ass? Why are you letting him fuck with you and yell at you? [and Midoryia is like “yeah but he’s kinda cute tho…”]), and then when Bakugou realizes this— it just makes him even more pissed off, lol.
Midoryia wearing a lot of baggy clothes, so that when Bakugou first sees him shirtless or in a tight shirt he’s like UHM?!!!?
Actually, Midoryia accidentally flustering Bakugou all the time— and Bakugou getting so pissed about that.
Mmmmm, Bakugou wearing Midoryia’s varsity jacket when they start dating :)
And Bakugou would be Midoryia’s biggest supporter once they started dating, he’d be such an intense fan.
I wasn’t going to post this here until after I finished chapter 1 but I have no self control so here you go. I’m writing this originally from Wattpad so if you wanna read it there, it’s gharlboro.
Tenya Iida x Reader
Prologue
“Collectors were around long before quirks were common. Once more quirks appeared, they were able to use their powers to the full extent. Collectors start out with a small carving anywhere on their body, typically on the right hip. The person they wish to steal the quirk from must come into contact with the carving or an open wound. The carving enlarges with every quirk collected. The more powerful the quirk, the larger the carving becomes. However, each quirk must be practiced to fit the Collector’s body, or else it will force their body into shock. Collectors have been said to be extinct but there is not enough information to support this.”-(Wiki 2001). So far I only have 2 others. The Siren’s Call and Lioness. With the Siren’s Call I can entrance anyone I choose to listen. This one is hard, I have to fit fighting styles to the lyrics I’m singing. Basically like writing a song, which I’m terrible at. To practice I must make sure I’m in complete solitude as to not hurt anyone and focus on what I wish to happen with every lyric. I can sing at decibels so low, others may not even hear me. I can control who I want to hear my voice. The Lioness is pretty simple, I can do anything a lion can without actually becoming one. Both of these I was born with from my mother and father. Neither of them were Collectors. I have yet to figure out how I became one.
“Honey, you have some mail from..uh..some Japanese High School.” High School? “Don’t you mean college, mom?” I asked her while walking into the kitchen. “Nope, it says High School.” She corrected, handing over the letter. “It’s probably some scam or what not.”
“U.A. High School. Musutafu, Japan. Please do NOT discard!”
“Yeah, thanks mom.” I hustled to my room ignoring the arched brow from her. What would U.A. want with me? I wonder if this was May’s doing. I’m gonna kill he- A projection erupted from the envelope once I finally ripped it opened. “Hello, I am the principal of Japan’s U.A. High School, Pro Hero Nezu. This is very unusual for us to ask but we wish for you to join our school. We have reviewed your records and your very heroic action this past school year, Ms. (L/N). Our school year has already started and we are willing to let you transfer on account of us. We shall pay all expenses for the move and provide a living quarters if needed. By the time you get this, one of our faculty members will be by to talk to your family. We really hope you take advantage of this opportunity, the world needs a hero like you, Ms. (L/N).”
And with that, it vanished.
U.A. wants me? But why? There’s no way they know of my Collecting Quirk. Do they..? No, this has to be about the shooting…
A light knock on my bedroom door interrupted my thoughts. Quickly shoving the U.A. envelope into my notebook and closing it, I answered the door. “Sweetie, there’s a man here to talk with us. About you..?” I couldn’t read her face. It wasn’t her usual cheery self. It was concern and..confusion? I bet it was the faculty member Principal Nezu mentioned. I followed down the short hallway to be met with my father speaking with, “Eraserhead?” This brought all the attention on me.
Oops, I didn’t mean to say that outloud.
He straightened at the sound of his hero name, definitely not expecting to hear that, and stood up only to bow back down. “I see you know who I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. (L/N).” The suited Eraserhead replied. I copied his greeting, “Please, Mr. Aizawa sir, just call me (Y/N). You guys are very punctual, I just opened the letter.” I smiled a bit. Cultural differences. Funny. “(Y/N). What’s going on?” Mr. Aizawa returned his attention back to my father, “Mr. (L/N), we understand the incident that happened at your daughter’s school may still be quite raw to all of you. However, her courage and outstanding strength showed great heroism and it caught the eye of U.A. High School’s higher ups and all of the Pro Hero’s. Even the Symbol of Peace himself says he wishes to meet you,” he exhaled just a bit from his nose, “as it was said in the letter, this is very unusual for our school. We ask that you join our student body and train to become a hero that you so much deserve to be. You will be joining after classes have started so you do have to work a bit harder to get on track. On behalf of U.A. and all of the other Pro Heroes, will you join us, Ms. (Y/N)?” Mr. Aizawa looked at me and widened his eyes with slight hesitance. He’s using his quirk on me?
My parents couldn’t see it
but his hair stood up just a..hare.
“Mr. Aizawa, to be completely honest with you, I had no interest in becoming a hero,” I crossed my arms. “Especially not a Pro,” I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. “But in that moment of adrenaline, I realized what needed to be done. And saved the lives of not just mindless people who only got up because they had to,” I wasn’t looking at him anymore, I was looking through him. Replaying that eventful day in my words, “but of friends. The future of society. And if it is alright with my parents, I will stay with my sister in Japan and attend U.A.” His hair fell.
For some reason, I felt a bit of tension.
“Oh honey! Of course you can go! We would never stand in the way of you!” My mother bombarded me with the straightjacket she calls a hug.
And just like that, I was known as the absurd transfer student from America.
I’m re-reading Boku No Hero and I love this part because it really shows how Iida feels about his classmates. Also, self care is important so if something is wrong, its okay to ask for help.
