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i hate irony

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Hey it’s blueberry <3 thanks for following me lovely <<333 (my main blog is sadly not my fanfic one)

What’s your oddly specific/cursed mha headcannons?

these are going to be kind of random lol

Bakugou collects hot wheels and he has a room full of them and the tracks

Izuku wanted to be a professional singer as a kid until one time in elementary school chorus someone told him that he sucked so he never tried it again

Denki believed in santa until he started high school

Mina knows a lot about butterflies and the different species and will casually say insanely specific details about random butterflies outside and act like it’s common knowledge

Denki has to make an L shape with his hands in order to figure out his lefts from his rights

Froppy and Kirishima are actually pretty close friends and whenever there’s a partner activity in class they work together (lmk if i should make like a go to class partner/ groups headcanon)

Whenever Mineta is being extra annoying, Jiro will go on youtube and play videos like “the world’s most annoying sounds” which have sounds like nails on a chalkboard or babies crying (definitely not based on my brother and I)

Uraraka is insanely messy and the floor of her dorm is constantly covered in books and laundry and whatever else she’s recently used

Shoto has like a 12 step skincare routine

Denki washes his entire body with dawn dish soap

Shoji uses axe body spray and everyone hates it but is too scared to tell him until one day Bakugo gets fed up and blows up his cans

Momo used to stare at her reflection as a kid and try to catch it doing something off to prove that there was another dimension in the mirror

Aoyama makes shit up all the time and lets everyone believe it unless they ask if he’s being serious

Mina is an avid instagram notes user and overshares on it. occasionally uraraka or kirishima will respond and ask if she’s ok, or sero or denki will respond to her telling her to get help (in a joking friendly way)

Iida can’t keep a plant alive for the life of him (he’s killed way too many cacti)

When Aizawa gets fed up with the class he makes them play the quiet game but they all get way too into it and are insanely competitive, meanwhile Aizawa just wanted a minute of peace and quiet

that’s all for now lovelies!!

yall i have a rent obsession now how do i stop being a theatre kid and crying over a fictional couple

ONLY Bakugo? 🤨 (admit the truth girl)

ok tbh everyone that doesn’t annoy me in MHA is hot

ok a complete list:

bakugo

shoto todoroki

aizawa

hawks

shinso

tamaki amajiki

shigaraki

dabi

twice

jiro

uraraka

kaminari

midnight

sero

monoma

kirishima

kendo

should i go on?

this is so cuteeeee

can you do bakugo x a super independent reader

It wasn’t specified so I’ll do headcannons for this one I hope that’s okay!

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Bakugo x Hyper Independent Reader | Headcannons

Your independence is what drew him to you in the first place

He’s so used to everyone feeling too much for him to deal with so it’s refreshing

He’s independent too, for better or worse. So he relates to you.

And he doesn’t have any reason to call you an idiot, cause you’re not pestering him all the time.

He respected and didn’t think too much into your nature for a while, until he noticed you’ve been wearing yourself a bit thin lately.

He didn’t say anything but he noticed you being tired

He brushed it off until it led to some sort of mistake in training, or even a villain fight causing you to be injured.

Your refusal to lean on anyone affected your work and ultimately your health and health couldnt just watch it anymore.

So of course, he confronted you about your refusal to accept help.

He felt like a hypocrite but not the point.

“No ones gonna hold it against you if you need someone to cover you sometimes. Most of our class are idiots who can’t tie their own shoes anyway.”

You of course try to assure there’s nothing to worry about. It was a one time incident.

“Be as independent as you want. I don’t care. But when it starts putting you in danger don’t be surprised when I come in and save your ass!”

And my “danger” and “saving” he starts doing small things for you on the day to day. Telling you it means absolutely nothing.

In his mind, any little thing you don’t have to do will make it less and less likely for you to exhaust yourself in the future.

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bakusquad studying hcs bc i have an exam tomorrow and i don’t want to study (+sero and jiro bc i love them)

Mina cannot focus unless someone else is actively working on the assignment with her or they’re having a conversation about the topic but everyone else in the group knows this except her so they’re constantly trying to keep her on task

Sero doesn’t study. he finds it boring. He calls doing his missing assignments he was too lazy to do earlier studying and acts like he’s a scholar whenever he motivates himself to do a single question.

most of the studying is just sero and denki walking to the vending machine and coming back with empty wrappers because they ate all the snacks on the way back to the rest of them so they go to the vending machine again and the cycle repeats itself

Bakugo is so competitive about grades that if he gets less than 100% he will study like crazy and make it the rest of the group’s problem

Kirishima spends a majority of the time telling everyone else to lock in and saying that he himself is locking in while actually getting little to no work done himself

Whenever Mina gets a bad grade on a test she didn’t study for she tells everyone she’s “about to crash out” but just sits there and complains about how aizawa is biased

Jiro threatens to drop out and become a villain whenever they have a difficult subject to work on

Kirishima has color coded notes with little tabs and his handwriting is insanely neat

Denki’s handwriting (when he remembers to take notes that is) is barely legible

Bakugo keeps all his notes for all his classes on an insanely long google doc

Jiro’s notes are covered in doodles of stars and spirals

Sero cannot spell for the life of him so nobody ever asks to borrow his notes because he’ll find a way to misspell the word “and”

They fight over studying music constantly

When Bakugo picks it it’s all Nu metal

Mina picks upbeat pop

Sero plays acid rock

Kirishima picks the random youtube piano covers of 2010s pop songs

Denki plays the jeopardy theme song on loop and claims it helps him think better

Jiro plays classical music because it makes her feel more academic

when they have to read a book for class the only one that actually reads it is Kirishima

all i can think of rn lol

LOVERS ROCK.

ft. h. shinsou x reader

˖⁺‧₊˚ tags/warnings: fluff !! , reader has tattoos and piercings, eri and shinsou are aizawa's adopted kids, established relationship

note: my submission for @https-bakugo's event, congrats on 250 followers !! I got a little carried away with the "drabble" hehe

Shinsou wasn’t used to softness, to someone looking at him like he was worth holding onto. But then you came along and ruined that for him. Years later, he was still getting used to it.

Which was why, when you leaned down to kiss him, your lip ring cool against his lips, he still turned pink in the cheeks about it.

“God, you’re so in love with me,” you teased, voice low and amused.

Shinsou scoffed, trying (and failing) to will the heat from his face. “Yeah, well, you’re not exactly subtle either.” His eyes flickered to where your fingers were absentmindedly tracing the veins on his forearm.

You hummed, unbothered. “Never planned to be.”

That was another thing about you, your confidence. It wrecked him. He had spent so long second-guessing himself, wondering if people wanted him around. And then you appeared, all pretty smiles, inked skin, and that ridiculous ability to know exactly what he needed.

He thought back to the early days, when your relationship was still new and awkward in that stupidly endearing way. Two friends navigating the space between them, learning each other’s rhythms, unsure of what was too much or what wasn’t enough. He remembered the first time he kissed you, the way his lips caught on the cool metal of your lip ring, the shiver it sent down his spine, how his hands instinctively gripped your waist. He’d never kissed anyone with a piercing before.

Then there were your tattoos. He didn’t know why they fascinated him so much. Maybe it was the way the ink settled into your skin, or maybe it was because he had spent so much of his life feeling invisible, yet here you were; bold, defined, and seen.

Tracing over them had become a habit. He couldn't keep his hands to himself for long and would find himself dragging his fingers along the intricate designs. He liked the contrast; his rough calloused hands against the smooth ink of your skin. Sometimes, he’d imagine adding to them, his own marks on you, in places only he could see.

Shaking his head at the thought, he swallowed hard. He avoided your gaze as his fingers trailed along the ink on your arm, watching the way your body instinctively leaned into his touch. “Still think you made a mistake?” he mumbled, only half-teasing, self deprecation slipping easily off his tongue.

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “If I wanted out, don’t you think I’d be gone by now?”

That shut him up. Logic told him you weren’t going anywhere; it was in the matching marks on your necks, his faded band shirt slipping off your shoulder, the cosigned cat purring in his lap. But logic didn’t quiet the part of him that still felt like a kid, like the outcast who was too much trouble to be around.

Sighing, you tilted his chin up, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “I love you.” A kiss, pressed slow and deliberate to the corner of his mouth. “And I’m yours.” Another kiss, this time catching his bottom lip, lip ring clicking against his teeth. “So stop worrying about things that’ll never happen.”

He hummed, leaning into you, letting himself be wrapped in your warmth. Burying his face in your neck, he huffed a laugh as your fingertip traced over his chest, crossing his heart.

“Besides,” you murmured, amusement lacing your tone. “You’re hopelessly in love with me.”

He flicked your side, making you yelp. “Yeah, yeah.”

A few weeks later, while babysitting Eri, a thought hit him like a freight train.

You sat cross-legged on the couch, Eri perched in your lap, tiny fingers grasping colored markers as she carefully filled in the lines of a tattoo on your forearm.

Shinsou, half-dozing on the other end of the couch, cracked an eye open at the sound of your laugh. “Looks great, kiddo,” you said, smiling as Eri beamed up at you.

His heart clenched.

The domesticity of it, the way you cradled Eri so easily, the way she trusted you, the way you just fit into his world, it hit him all at once. And then his mind betrayed him, spiraling into thoughts of a future with you.

Later that night, you were curled up beside him, sprawled across his bed, your legs draped over his lap. You looked sleep-soft and warm. His fingers toyed with the charms on your anklet, his initials among them, a gift he’d given you. It made his throat tighten.

He felt stupid. You hadn’t even said anything, and here he was, acting like some lovesick idiot, giddy over the thought of having his mark on you, as if the ones that littered your neck weren’t enough.

You glanced at him, noticing his silence. “Toshi,” you murmured, linking your pinky with his. “You okay?”

Shinsou swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah.”

You raised an eyebrow.

He exhaled. “Just… thinking.”

You squeezed his finger. “Good thoughts?”

The corners of his lips twitched. “Something like that.”

You studied him for a second longer before deciding to let it go, tugging him closer until his head rested against your shoulder.

And just like that, the weight in his chest lifted.

He really, really hoped this was forever and judging by the sound of your quickened heartbeat, he hopes you do too.

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MHA CHARACTERS AS RANDOM SHIT ME AND MY FRIENDS TEXTED EACH OTHER

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uraraka + mina

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jiro + momo

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shinso + monoma

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sero

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bakugo

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iida + denki

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jiro

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kirishima

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Izuku

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Denki

guys help there’s this girl next to me who keeps talking about her worms and putting her face near my shoulder and she doesn’t have any iron