Guys I Found Out Men Can See Me And Not Just Girls

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

this made me giggle especially the hawks and aizawa ones

MHA Characters Getting "The Talk"

Warning: awkwardness ahead. This is pure stupid crack.

Inspired by a JJK version of this on tiktok by @ matt_the_curtin

How do the guys react to recieving 'the talk'

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Katsuki Bakugo, Best Jeanist, Fumikage Tokoyami, Keigo Takami (Hawks), Tamaki Amajiki, Fatgum, Tomura Shigaraki, Toya Todoroki (Dabi), Hitoshi Shinso, Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead), Shoto Todoroki, Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

Izuku Midoriya – Getting "The Talk" from Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

Toshinori Yagi sat across from Izuku Midoriya, looking extremely uncomfortable as he clasped his hands together. Sweat dripped down his face as he tried to find the right words.

"Y-Young Midoriya," he coughed. "I… uh… I feel that, as your mentor, it's my duty to, er, educate you on… certain aspects of life."

Izuku blinked. "Oh! Like hero strategy? The importance of recovery time after a big battle?"

"No." Toshinori's face paled. "I-I mean… relationships. Love. And… physical intimacy."

Izuku turned bright red. "OH GOD."

"YES, EXACTLY!" Toshinori shouted, dramatically pointing at him. "GOD HELP US BOTH!"

There was an awkward silence.

Toshinori cleared his throat. "Ahem. So. When two people care for each other very much—"

"PLEASE STOP."

Toshinori held up a shaky finger. "No, no, listen, Young Midoriya. I must do this! It is my responsibility!" He inhaled deeply. "It is much like a United States of Smash—except instead of destroying an enemy, you are—"

"OH MY GOD, PLEASE NO!" Izuku covered his ears, mortified. "DON’T RUIN SMASH ATTACKS FOR ME, SENSEI!"

Toshinori’s gaunt cheeks turned red. "S-sorry."

They sat in silence for a moment.

"...Do you have any questions?" Toshinori finally asked.

Izuku stood up. "I HAVE TO GO STUDY FOR A TEST!"

"But there’s no test!"

"THERE IS NOW!"

And with that, Midoriya ran.

Outcome: All Might is traumatized. Izuku never looks at him the same way again.

Katsuki Bakugo – Getting "The Talk" from Best Jeanist

Best Jeanist sat elegantly in his chair, hands clasped, posture impeccable. Across from him, Katsuki Bakugo slumped aggressively, arms crossed, looking seconds away from combusting.

"Katsuki," Best Jeanist said, his voice smooth. "It is my duty as your mentor to educate you on a matter most delicate."

Bakugo scowled. "If this is about ‘being a proper gentleman,’ I’m out."

Jeanist exhaled through his nose. "No, my unruly pupil. This is about intimacy."

Bakugo's eye twitched.

Jeanist continued. "Love is a fabric that must be woven carefully. Each strand—trust, respect, communication—is vital. And much like a fine pair of denim—"

"NO." Bakugo stood up. "NO DENIM ANALOGIES, YOU WEIRD STRING BEAN!"

Jeanist ignored him. "A strong foundation is crucial, lest one suffer a wardrobe malfunction, if you understand my meaning."

Bakugo’s hands literally sparked.

Jeanist smiled, unfazed. "And of course, protection is important. Just as one would not step into battle without proper armor, one must also ensure—"

"STOP TALKING!" Bakugo turned completely red. "I’M OUT! I’M DONE! I’M NOT LISTENING TO A GUY IN A DENIM TURTLENECK TALK ABOUT CONDOMS!"

And with that, he exploded through the nearest window.

Outcome: Best Jeanist remains unbothered. Bakugo needs therapy.

Fumikage Tokoyami – Getting "The Talk" from Hawks

Hawks leaned back in his chair, casually tossing popcorn into his mouth. "Alright, kid. So. Birds and bees talk. Let’s go."

Fumikage Tokoyami stared at him. "...I already know about birds."

Hawks grinned. "Not like this, you don’t."

Tokoyami sighed. "This is unnecessary. My path is one of solitude and darkness. I have no need for such knowledge."

Hawks waggled his eyebrows. "Yeah? Well, when your Dark Shadow isn’t the only thing rising at night, you might wanna reconsider."

Tokoyami froze.

Dark Shadow: "BRO, WHAT THE HELL?!"

"HAWKS." Tokoyami gripped the edge of the table, visibly trembling. "DO NOT SPEAK OF SUCH MATTERS!"

Hawks chuckled. "Relax, Bird Boy. I got your back." He tossed a condom at him. "Use that if you ever wanna fly south for the winter, yeah?"

Tokoyami practically flew out of the room.

Outcome: Tokoyami becomes celibate. Dark Shadow is scarred for life.

Tamaki Amajiki – Getting "The Talk" from Fatgum

Fatgum grinned as he placed a giant plate of takoyaki in front of Tamaki.

"Alright, bud! Let’s talk about the big stuff!"

Tamaki, already nervous, started sweating. "B-big… s-stuff?"

"Yup!" Fatgum nodded. "The ol' horizontal tango! The whoopee cushion shuffle! The bibbity boppity boink!"

Tamaki looked like he wanted to disintegrate.

Fatgum laughed. "Aww, c’mon, kiddo! Ain’t nothing to be scared of! Everybody’s gotta learn how to get down to business eventually!"

Tamaki: "I don’t."

Fatgum patted his shoulder. "Ah, it ain’t so bad! You just gotta be confident, communicate with your partner, and—"

Tamaki teleported out of his chair.

Outcome: Fatgum laughs it off. Tamaki moves to another city.

Tomura Shigaraki – Getting "The Talk" from Dabi

Dabi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, smirking.

"So, you and relationships. That’s a funny thought."

Shigaraki scowled. "Tch. Whatever. I don’t care."

Dabi chuckled. "Alright, well, let’s say you do care. You meet someone, they actually like you—miracle, by the way—so what then?"

Shigaraki crossed his arms. "Then I’d… tell them they’re mine?"

Dabi sighed. "Alright, well, if you don’t wanna accidentally dust your date mid-kiss, you should probably learn some control, champ."

Shigaraki looked away. "...Tch. Whatever. I have control."

"Yeah? What about when your emotions get wild?" Dabi grinned. "Or if they kiss your neck?"

Shigaraki turned bright red. "SHUT UP."

Outcome: Shigaraki refuses to speak to Dabi for a week.

Hitoshi Shinso – Getting "The Talk" from Aizawa

Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temples. "Okay, Shinso. We need to talk."

Shinso sipped his coffee. "About what?"

Aizawa: "...Sex."

Shinso immediately choked.

Aizawa sighed again. "Look, it’s nothing complicated. Just be respectful, communicate, use protection, and for the love of god, don’t use your Quirk in bed."

Shinso: "WHY WOULD I—WHAT—NO! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT?!"

Aizawa shrugged. "I don’t know. Gotta cover all the bases."

Shinso buried his face in his hands. "I hate it here."

Outcome: Aizawa doesn’t care. Shinso wants to disappear.

Shoto Todoroki – Getting "The Talk" from Endeavor

Endeavor sat across from Shoto, arms crossed, his face burning slightly brighter than usual.

"Shoto. We need to talk."

Shoto blinked. "About?"

"...Procreation."

Shoto immediately stood up. "I’m leaving."

Endeavor grabbed his wrist. "SIT."

Outcome: Shoto literally escapes through a window.

Who do you simp for?

no one. i am beyond the mere mortal concept of simping.

(bakugo)

#chatdontcancelmeim15

You better write those fics we talked about 😈

oh god im scared

Skibidi toilet gyatt rizz

so real

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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i hc that bakugo is a dick because he has sensory issues and is constantly overstimulated

like i love class 1a but id be overstimulated too if i had to spend more than 5 minutes with all of them

he probably keeps noise cancelling earplugs on him at all times because his quirk is really loud, and also because sometimes he just needs some quiet

aizawa knows that he has sensory issues (and also has sensory issues too) so he always lets him eat in the classroom when it’s too loud or busy in the cafeteria

part of the reason why he’s so rude is because he’s always on his last nerve

his close friends know this and don’t take it personally

i’m imagining shoto todoroki and a very oblivious parter and it’s making me giggle.

Since both Shoto and the reader are unable to take a hint, both of them spent months as friends trying to ask each other out.

“I really like you.” you said one night as they walked home from training together holding hands.

“I like you too y/n. It’s nice to be able to train alongside a strong and capable friend like you. You’ll make a great pro.” He said. The compliment was nice, but you got a bit hung up on the word ‘friend’.

a couple weeks later Shoto approached you after class.

“Hi y/n. If you’re not busy friday night, would you like to go get dinner with me?”

“yeah sure! Oh wait can we go to that new ramen place, Jiro’s been dying to go. Oh, and Uraraka should come too because she doesn’t get to eat at restaurants very often and-“

“I kind of intended for this to be just the two of us.” Shoto said, cutting you off.

“Oh, uh okay.” you replied, finding it odd that he didn’t want to bring the others. Was he having drama with the rest of the friend group but you were left in the dark?

Nonetheless, you went to dinner with shoto, and chatted and joked, and it didn’t hit you until you were walking back to the dorms.

“Y/n.” Shoto spoke, causing you to slow down your pace.

“mhm?” you replied, giving him a small smile.

“May I kiss you?” he asked, taking a step closer to you.

“Wait, why would you want to do that?” You asked. You were definitely excited by the idea of kissing shoto, but confused as to why. Shoto only saw you as a friend.

“Because I just took you on a date and I like you.” Shoto stated simply. Then it clicked in your mind.

you leaned in to kiss him and it was short but sweet before Shoto broke the kiss to talk again.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend, y/n?” he asked, looking into your eyes, his expression so sincere.

“yes.” you tried to hide your excitement until you finally walked back to your dorm and facetimed all the girls to update them.

might make this a series if people like it

Daily Neuro-Divergent Character #53

@dirtbagattack!

Aka one of my irl besties!

She canonically has Autism and ADHD!

Happy birthday!

did i wake up 3 hours earlier than usual to watch my little pony friendship is magic except with teenage boys and basketball? absolutely

rip me i got 4 hours of sleep but it’s worth it