𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄

Ahhh that ballerina headcanons with bachira made my heart flutter >.< i do ballet myself and i’ve been feeling down about my performances as i feel like i’m not enough :( may i request for comfort scenario or HCs with Bachira? thank youuu <333

ah im so glad you enjoyed the ballerina hcs i didnt really know much about the dance genre so it was fun to learn about and such :)

thank you for requesting this!

— 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲

Bachira Meguru (Blue Lock) X Gn!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Comforting hcs + a scenario w/ bachira

if bachira were to ever find you upset in even the slightest, he is immediately by your side to try and cheer you up in every way possible

literally, he would try everything in existence just so you would feel better, even if it made him look stupid because the only thing he wants is for you to always be happy, and he will do anything to keep it that way

he would first buy you food, whatever it is you like that comes from a convenience store and isn't an actual meal and he's got it covered, he doesn't mind spending his money on you, plus he always gets big enough portions of food that you both can eat it

then he would try putting on a movie or tv show that he knows you really like, he somehow remembers which episodes are your favorites so he always puts those on to surprise you, a different show each time

if watching something doesn't help, then bachira would suggest you two just eat and go out somewhere afterward that might make you cheer up somehow

he is a very good listener so if all you want is to talk then he is completely okay with it, he has no problem with it

he will only do whatever you say you're okay with, which he always does, but especially when you're upset in some sort of way

and if nothing else worked he would just lie down with you and just cuddle until you feel better or fall asleep, whichever comes first it doesn't matter much to him

he would constantly be repeating how much he loves you and that nothing will change how he views you even if you were to do something so drastic people would usually hate someone for it because he just loves you so much

he would totally give you his clothes to wear while you're upset, especially his jackets and hoodies, he claims they look better on you than him

the moment bachira found out you were upset about something just by a simple text, he quickly abandoned his practice and rushed over to your house, well, not before getting something to eat for the two of you first, he always had to get food when he went over to your place. he knocked on the front door and immediately smiled brightly when you opened the door, "y/n!" but soon after seeing your expression, the smile dropped from his face, "oh, you're more upset than i thought, then," he mumbled under his breath. "i got food, though!" he said, holding up the two grocery bags he had in his hands that he got from the convenience store down the street from your place.

"thanks," you replied, taking the bags from his hands and opening the door wider, and starting to walk back to your room with bachira quickly following after you, closing the front door behind him. once making it to your bedroom, you sat back down on your bed and took the contents out of the bags and placing the food and drinks beside you but with enough space for bachira to sit down too.

"so," bachira started as he sat down next to you, "do you wanna watch a movie?" he asked, situating who had what food and drink before looking at you.

all you did was shrug in response, not feeling in the mood for watching something. bachira nodded silently, opening his drink and taking a sip from it, and then speaking, "is there anything you want to do, then?"

"i don't know," you answered, "can we just eat for now?"

"yeah, that's totally cool with me," bachira nodded again, starting to eat. after a few minutes of eating quietly, bachira spoke again, "so, do you wanna talk about it?"

"it's nothing really, just school stuff," you responded to him, looking up for a second to see him before back down at your food. "i did really bad on the test for math and it dropped my grade a lot."

bachira looked at you confused for a second, and then his face lit up as he pointed at you, "oh! you mean the one we did last week? you wanna know what i got on it? a 58," he laughed.

a short laugh came from you as well upon hearing his grade results, and you looked at him again, "well i didn't do that bad, at least," you said. "i don't know how you get grades like that."

"well, i don't really study now that i think about it," he said, putting his fingers on his chin as if he were thinking hard about something, "but you know, not everyone is great at every single subject! we all have our different strengths in which we are better in, like english over science or something. one bad grade isn't going to be like, the end of the world! it's just one out of like, i don't know like 50 different assignments and tests! so i think it'll all be perfectly fine!" he grinned at the end.

looking at him long for a few seconds, you then nodded, "yeah, i guess you're right."

bachira's already wide grin somehow grew even wider and he reached over the food and hugged you, "yay! does that mean you're happy again?!"

"yes, i'm happy again," you chuckled, hugging him back.

"good! because i love you! and it hurts me to see you upset in any way, so i'm glad you're happy again!" bachira told you, then proceeding to kiss your cheek.

"i love you too, meguru."

☑️ Caution: hot content

HAPPY INCREDIBLY LATE VALENTINES!! 💛💛💛

A toast to the past - Dabi x Reader

Warnings: a lot of sadness, grieving

Synopsis: some bonds and moments never truly die, no matter how much time passes. This is what you've learned not only from the League of Villains, but mostly from Dabi himself

A/N: as we say goodbye to 2024, I want to take a moment to wish you all a very Happy New Year, filled with good health and an abundance of positive energy. A huge thank you to everyone who has taken the time to visit my blog, read my stories, or offer the support - your kindness means the world to me. I’m looking forward to welcoming the new year and sharing even more with all of you. Here's to more adventures together in 2025!

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

The icy wind gnawed at the edges of the dilapidated bar, rattling loose boards and curling under the gap at the door. The League of Villains’ ramshackle hideout wasn’t exactly the place one might expect to find themselves celebrating. It wasn’t often the League found a reason to celebrate, but tonight was an exception. New Year’s Eve was as good a reason as any to drag out the stolen liquor, laugh a little too loudly, and forget - if only for a few hours - about the vain world of heroes that loomed outside.

Yet, the hideout was alive with chaos. 

Spinner had begrudgingly joined Twice and Toga in their frantic attempts to decorate, though the results were predictably awful - streamers dangled half-heartedly from the ceiling, and a mismatched assortment of paper lanterns cast flickering light across the room.

Mr. Compress sipped his drink, attempting to draw Giran into the conversation.

Shigaraki, for once, seemed to tolerate the festive atmosphere, though he sat hunched in his chair, lazily swirling a glass of a cheap champagne, scratching idly at his neck and glaring at anyone who came too close, his Switch laying on his lap.

Kurogiri had been busy behind the scenes, thoughtfully preparing colorful drinks for everyone. He made sure to mix several non-alcoholic ones, particularly for Toga, knowing she would enjoy them without the risk of getting drunk.  He'd always kept an eye on her, knowing well that she could easily lose control if left unchecked, just like Tomura. At the same time, he carefully prepared extra shots for Shigaraki, who had openly mentioned earlier that he wanted to get wasted to dull the unbearable itching sensation crawling beneath his skin. Kurogiri had always been attentive, and tonight, he was doing what he could to ease the discomfort of his comrades, in his own quiet, efficient way.

And then there was Dabi.

The black-haired man, as usual, lingered on the outskirts of the noise, a silent observer. He stood by the window, cigarette in hand, eyes half-lidded as the faint orange glow reflected off the sharp planes of his face. The scarred corners of his lips twitched occasionally as he watched the others, though whether in amusement or annoyance, it was hard to tell.

It was a strange thing, this party. A group like yours wasn’t exactly built for celebrations. You were all too fractured, too worn by the world to embrace something as frivolous as joy. And yet, here you all were, crammed into this shabby room with mismatched streamers hanging crookedly from the ceiling.

"Five minutes to midnight!" Toga announced, clapping her hands together with a giddy grin. She darted to Twice, who was balancing a precarious tower of plastic cups, and immediately knocked it over in her excitement.

"You little menace!" Twice cried, his tone swinging wildly between indignant and adoring.

It was impossible not to laugh. Even Shigaraki's lips twitched in the ghost of a smirk before he buried his face back in his hands.

You glanced at Dabi, who hadn't moved from his spot by the window. Smoke curled lazily around his head, his expression unreadable. Something about his stillness drew you in like gravity, and before you realized it, you were walking toward him.

"You're missing the party," you teased, stopping just short of leaning against the same wall.

He exhaled slowly, his gaze flicking to you. "Looks like I'm not the only one."

"Fair," you admitted with a small smile. “But you’re really going to sulk through New Year’s?” You leaned your hip against the wall, tilting your head as you studied him.

“Sulking implies I care,” Dabi shot back, but the retort lacked its usual venom.

The countdown began, Toga’s voice leading the charge. “Ten! Nine!”

As the countdown began, the League’s mismatched voices filled the air, a cacophony of excitement and half-hearted participation.

Dabi didn’t move. He didn’t turn to the others, didn’t even glance at the clock. His gaze remained on you, sharp and heavy.

“Eight! Seven!”

“You’re staring,” you said softly, though your tone lacked any real accusation.

His lips twitched into something that might have been a smirk. “So are you.”

“Six! Five!”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat as he took a step closer. He stopped just a breath away, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him despite the chill that crept through the cracks in the walls. His hand came up to cup your cheek, rough fingers brushing against your skin with a surprising gentleness that made your breath hitch.

“Four! Three!”

The noise around you faded into nothing, the room dissolving into a blur as his thumb traced along your lower lip.

“Two! One! Happy New Year!”

The room erupted into cheers, Toga’s high-pitched squeal cutting through the din as the others toasted and clapped, but none of it reached you. 

Dabi leaned in, his lips crashed against yours. It wasn’t soft or tentative - he wasn’t the kind of man for that. Dabi’s lips were firm, his touch possessive, the kiss rough and consuming. The heat of him, the faint taste of smoke on his lips, made your knees weak, and you clung to him as though letting go wasn’t an option.

The world seemed to pause, time itself holding its breath as the moment stretched. 

Dabi pulled back, his forehead resting against yours for a moment. His breath ghosted over your lips as he muttered, “Happy New Year, doll.”

Before you could respond, Toga’s delighted giggles shattered the moment. “Dabi kissed Y/N! I knew he would!” she crowed, clapping her hands in glee.

Twice let out a loud, exaggerated whistle. “Didn’t see that coming. Well, maybe I did. No, I definitely didn’t!”

Even Shigaraki seemed momentarily stunned, though he quickly muttered something about idiots and looked away.

Spinner groaned, muttering something about how he couldn’t believe he was spending his New Year with these people.

Compress raised a toast to the unexpected romance, and Twice fumbled with the camera app on his phone to snap a blurry picture. 

But none of it mattered. 

All that existed in that moment was the way Dabi looked at you as though the world had narrowed to just the two of you.

“Alright, show’s over,” the black-haired man groaned, shooting a pointed glare at Toga before grabbing your wrist and tugging you toward the door, leading you straight to his bedroom.

The night passed in a blur of heated whispers and shared warmth, his body a steady presence against yours as you made love for hours. The two of you stayed wrapped around each other long after the world outside went quiet. Dabi’s arm draped over your waist, his breath steady and warm against your shoulder. Neither of you spoke, content to exist in the stillness, in the rare, fragile peace of the moment.

The memory still lived in your heart, as vivid and searing as if it had happened yesterday. The hideout filled with laughter and chaos, Toga’s delighted clapping, Twice’s off-key singing, and the way Dabi’s lips pressed against yours at the stroke of midnight - it was a fleeting moment of happiness in a world that had given you so little.

But that was last year. That New Year’s Eve was the last you all spent together.

Everything changed after that night. The war came, tearing through your lives like a storm, leaving devastation in its wake. Too many lives were claimed, too many futures snuffed out. The League, the world, you - it all fractured, irreparably changed by the battles fought and the losses endured.

Now, you sat cross-legged in the grass, the late afternoon sun warm against your shoulders. A simple summer dress clung to your frame, and a gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers. In your lap was a handmade bowl of soba, steam curling lazily into the air.

“I started a job last week,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “It’s nothing glamorous, just working in the back of a diner. Washing dishes, peeling vegetables, that sort of thing. It’s hard, y’know? People don’t exactly trust someone with a past like mine.” You picked at the soba with your chopsticks, twirling the noodles idly. “People stare. They always do. Even when they don’t recognize me, they can tell there’s something off, like they can smell the smoke that clings to me. I can’t blame them. It’s not like I’ll ever really blend in.” You laughed softly, though the sound was hollow. “It’s funny,” you continued, wiping your cheek where a tear had fallen unnoticed. “The normal life we used to joke about… it’s so much harder than I thought it’d be. People don’t smile much, not really. And some days, it’s like I’m invisible. Maybe it’s better that way.” 

You held the bowl tighter, your knuckles white against the handmade ceramic. “I brought this for you,” you offered, shifting slightly to place the bowl in the grass. “You probably would’ve made some snarky comment about how it’s not your style, but I thought… I thought you might like it anyway.”

The words caught in your throat, and before you could stop them, the tears came - hot and relentless, spilling down your cheeks as though the dam you’d built over the past year had finally broken. You didn’t bother wiping them away. What was the point?

It took everything in you to get here. Reaching out to the Todoroki family - people you’d once thought of as enemies - had been harder than you could have imagined. But you needed to know where he was, where they’d laid him to rest. You couldn’t keep carrying the weight of his absence without a place to grieve.

The breeze shifted, and for a moment, it seemed to carry a faint, fleeting scent of fire - charcoal and smoke. It wrapped around you like an embrace, stirring the strands of your hair. It was fleeting, barely there, but it made you pause. Slowly, your lips curved into a small, trembling smile. “You’re listening, aren’t you?” you whispered, wiping at your face. “You always were good at pretending not to care.”

What you didn’t know - what you couldn’t know - was that he was sitting right there, just as you’d imagined. His spirit leaned against the gravestone, one knee drawn up, his chin resting lazily on it. He was watching you, his pale eyes filled with a mixture of longing and sorrow. He reached out, his fingers ghosting over your cheek, aching to wipe away your tears. But it was futile, of course. You were here, in the world of the living, and he was there, trapped in the world of the dead. Dabi whispered, “Stop crying, doll. You’ll ruin your pretty face.” But the words faded into the breeze, unheard and unspoken.

He watched you carefully: the way your hands trembled slightly as you set the bowl down, the way your lips quivered as you spoke his name, the way your tears reflected the light of the setting sun.

You couldn’t see the way his jaw clenched, the frustration in his eyes as his hand passed through you like mist. The space between your worlds was too vast, and all he could do was sit and observe.

You didn’t know he was there, couldn’t feel the weight of his gaze or the ghostly touch of his hand. “I miss you,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you rested a hand on the cold stone. “Every day, Touya.”

He closed his eyes, his head tilting back against the gravestone as if to steady himself. The scars on his face softened in the glow of the afternoon sun, and for a moment, he looked almost at peace. “I miss you too,” he whispered, though the words were meant only for himself.

The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting long shadows across the cemetery. Your fingers brushed over the gravestone, tracing the letters carved into the cold stone: Touya Todoroki. The breeze swirled again, wrapping around you like an embrace. It felt warm, comforting, almost like him.

“I miss all of you. Toga, Tomura… even Twice and his constant grumbling.” You laughed weakly, but the sound was hollow. “The world’s quieter now, but it doesn’t feel better. It feels empty.” And with that, you sobbed more. “I’m sorry,” you choked out, your voice trembling. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more. I’m sorry I couldn’t save any of you. I’m so fucking sorry…”

When you finally stood  and brushed the grass from your dress, you glanced back at the tombstone one last time. “I’ll keep going,” you whispered, your voice shaky but resolute. “For you. For all of you. I promise. I promise I won’t let go. I’ll never forget you. And you guys will always live in my heart.”

He watched you turn to leave, his gaze lingering on you as if memorizing every detail - the way the sunlight caught the strands of your hair, the way your shoulders straightened even under the weight of your grief, and a faint smile crossed his lips as his scarred hand rested on the top of the tombstone. “We all know that, doll,” he murmured, his voice soft and low. “Live the life we weren’t destined to have. And don’t forget - I’ll love you forever.”

As the wind swept through the graveyard once more, Dabi’s spirit winnowed like mist under the light of a chilly morning, fading into the air that surrounded you. And a promise, carried on the breeze, was as eternal as the love he left behind.

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bullies to lovers with kaiser?? yes please

anyways i think i should stop writing about kaiser at this point 💀💀

bully kaiser! who would always snicker at you whenever you answer a question and turns out your answer was wrong.

bully kaiser! who pretends to bump into your shoulder everytime you past each other in the hallway, making you drop your notes to the floor.

bully kaiser! who would stick his leg out and making you trip in the cafeteria, laughing at your clumsy self along with his group of friends.

bully kaiser! who slowly becomes attached to you, disturbing your peace is a must for him and when you seem to ignore him, his heart will feel uneasy because deep down, he wants your attention.

bully kaiser! who came to rescue you when he saw that you were actually being picked on by girls who envy you because you caught his attention and not theirs.

bully kaiser! finds himself getting closer to you day by day by asking you to sit with him at lunch and accompanying you back home after school.

bully kaiser! has his head full of you and you only when his group of friends teased him for having a crush on you.

bully kaiser! finally admits and as he was walking you home, he stopped in front of your door and asked you to go to the soccer match this weekend to support him which you gladly accept his offer (your answer made him wide awake that night btw).

bully kaiser! who saw you in the crowd, smiling and cheering for him during the match as he scored the final goal for you.

bully kaiser! who hugs you after the match, whispering "thank you for coming" in your ear as you quizzically hug him back.

bully kaiser! who holds both of your hands in his and finally confesses to you about how much he likes you and explained how all the stuff he did to you back then was unintentional because all he wanted was your attention (you chuckled at his rambling on this one).

love struck kaiser! who felt sparks flying around him when you kissed him for the first time. you told him that you liked him back and accepted his apology with a smile. thus, that marks his very first relationship journey with you. he doesn't tell this to anyone but he hopes for you both to grow old and even start a family together. god thinking about that just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

SEASON OF LOVE - LOVE FLOWERS

pairing: kaiser x gn! reader

day 0 ← masterlist → day 2

he stood in the flower shop. a stranger in a strange land. michael kaiser had never bought flowers for a partner before; it felt strange and unfamiliar. looking around, unsure of what to do, he felt like an intruder. like he wasn't supposed to be there. like he didn't belong.

he felt the eyes of the shopkeeper upon him, judging him, and he felt a sudden wave of anxiety veil over his being.

it was the time of year when the flowers were in full bloom. the air was filled with the sweet scent of roses, and the streets were lined with colourful bouquets of daisies and lilies. he felt it was his duty to buy you flowers since having first heard your fondness for the delicate bloom. so why did it feel disingenuous to be standing here in middle of all the beautifully cut and arranged flowers in pretty pots waiting to be taken home to you?

"how may i help you sir?"

it was the same shopkeeper who had been inspecting him with a look of disgust or disapproval. which one it was, kaiser didn't know. but he didn't really care

"yes actually. i'm looking for flowers to get for my partner."

"a partner...so what are their favourite flowers?"

"i'm not entirely sure."

"you're not sure." he sounded so utterly disinterested it almost offended kaiser. "favourite colour perhaps?"

it finally struck him. he didn't deserve to be your romantic partner at all. he had no idea how to make a romantic gesture, how to express his feelings in a way that would be meaningful to his beloved. kaiser felt like a clumsy child, unable to speak matters of heart. but then again, even children knew their crush's favourite colour.

"see, we don't really talk about that..."

"it really isn't my place to comment...but, perhaps seek out a relationship therapist rather than just buying flowers as an apology."

how dare he? kaiser didn't need some stupid flower shop to get flowers. he didn't need this treatment. he didn't deserve it.

"as you said, it's not your place to comment."

kaiser still felt unfamiliar and like an intruder, the only difference was that he didn't care to fit in anymore. so he left. the only problem that now remained was getting you those flowers.

it wasn't long before he found himself in front of a gaping meadow. the meadow was a vision of beauty, a tapestry of colour and texture, a dreamscape of wildflowers. while the sun shone down from a cloudless sky, the air was alive with the scent of spring and kaiser felt like he was about to drift away. the grass was a lush, vibrant green, and the flowers were a riot of pinks and purples, yellows and blues. a breathtaking harmony of nature's bounty.

perfect for you.

the figure of a man, moved slowly through the meadow, his gaze intent on the flowers that surrounded him. he was picking them, one by one, carefully selecting the most beautiful blooms and holding them in his hand gently. he imagined how you would react. a bright smile for sure, he couldn't wait for that smile. like a ray of sunshine, illuminating the room with its warmth and beauty.

in fact, when he gave you those same flowers, some with their roots still sticking out, dirt under his nails, you smiled. oh you smiled so so brightly, if the sun was still out your smile would've been a fair competitor.

"for me?"

"who else?" he said sheepishly, holding the flowers out to you while looking away. it was quite unnatural for you to see him like this, but you didn't mind really.

"why would you pick them yourself? there are are flower shops for a reason..."

"i didn't like any of the flower arrangements there."

"oh yeah? so what makes your flower arrangement better." you teased. you knew he hadn't thought that hard about it but you were curious to see what he'd come up with on the spot.

"the smoothness of the petals remind me of your soft skin, under my touch–"

"is that so?" you couldn't help giggling, he looked so passionate about it, it felt unreal.

"shh i have more to say. the sweet fragrance of the blooms reminds me of your sweet smiles." he was getting closer to you now, pulling you in by the waist. he didn't even have to whisper for you to hear him.

"shut up." your body shaking with laughter, you could feel a blush burning your cheeks.

"i was reminded of the way you laugh, your head thrown back and eyes sparkling with joy, when i saw the way the petals seemed to dance in the breeze."

he leaned in, lips brushing against yours in a series of small kisses. you giggled, eyes twinkling with delight just as he had said, and you couldn't help but smile. you stayed like that for a moment, lips barely touching, and then you both burst into laughter.

the air was filled with a playful energy, and you were glad you had him with you here, close and warm. you stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace, and you knew that you had found your home.

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pairing ➤ Tsukinaga Leo x gn!s/o

genre ➤ fluff + angst with comfort

tw ➤ brief mention of 'checkmate' story

word count ➤ 431

a/n before reading: just a self-indulgent fic

Tsukinaga Leo thinks that he's in love with you.

.

Maybe it was the way you would help him come up with new song ideas.

The two of you would be sitting on the floor of an empty classroom, waiting for any inspiration to strike. Sometimes, even the King himself can't come up with any ideas but that wasn't a problem because that's when you come in! Leo can't help but admire the way you could come up with many ideas and even thought about passing his title down to you. One thing that he would never tell you is that most of the songs that he composes are about you. Having you around him influenced him into writing songs about wanting to protect what's important to him - you.

Or maybe it was the way you were the only one who could keep up with his eccentric and childish personality.

You would allow him to latch himself onto you whenever he saw you, softly laughing to yourself while you tried to pry him off you. Of course, that never worked but you didn't seem to mind. Instead, you would remain completely still, listening to him ramble on and on about his day or the new song ideas he has, patiently waiting until he finally felt satisfied.

Or maybe it was the way you were always by his side, especially when he was at his lowest. He could never forget the time you visited him every day and managed to get him to start taking care of himself.

"How are you feeling Leo?"

No answer.

You sighed. "I understand if you're not willing to talk to me but just remember that you're important to me."

No answer.

"I'll get going now," you said softly. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

Wait. Leo wanted you to stay. He didn't want you to leave him.

He grabbed your hand before you could get up from the floor. Finally, he raised his head to look at you.

"Don't leave me, please…" he sobbed, eyes brimming with tears. He held onto your hand even harder, as if you would disappear if he ever let go.

Leo felt your other hand caress his cheek and allowed himself to relax.

"I'll always be at your side, no matter what."

Upon hearing your words, he allowed himself to let all his pain out, knowing that you would make him feel better later.

Ever since that day, Leo felt grateful to have you in his life and can't imagine one without you.

.

Yeah, he's definitely in love with you.

GAGI OO NGA LOLA WHSBAJBAHAHAHA what if sya nalang pakasalan ko sa raiden family /j

tired of seeing people constantly flirting on every discord server i join .... I GET IT WE GET IT YOU TWO LOVE EACH OTHER VERY MUCH

we lost our bench cheer :(