Can I Request All The Characters You Can Do With An S/o Who Tries To Pour Bleach Into Their Eyes Becuase

hii

in your dazai fic you mentioned a sibling relationship with chuuya. can you write a bit about it? cause I just love the concept of "overprotective big brother chuuya that hates the fact his little sister is dating none other than fucking dazai"

Pm boss! dazai x reader: "Chuuya knows"

Request?: Yes Summery: Chuuya being the overprotective brother type he is after catching the reader and dazai make out. Genre: Fluff

A/N: HI! Omg thank you for asking me to write this, Im obsessed with the overprotective brother Chuuya and Reader who's technically an Nakahara! (secretly also have a soft spot for Chuuya hihi-) Hope you enjoy this fanfic!

You smiled gently, as you walk through the hallways of the port mafia building. It’s been a few weeks since the kiss with Dazai and by now you two grew towards each other, only natural to start a relationship with one another.

Certainly now, since Dazai was the boss, he could provide extra protection when needed.

You walked through the hallways, people lowering their head and slightly bowing at your direction, a sign of respect, (or fear you never know what the boss could do to you).

You have just carried out some arrangements in name of the boss, In secret, since you have seen the piles of papers he fills in daily.

It wasn’t the biggest deal of arrangements and you knew he would just dismiss it, not wanting to deal with it. There was a traitor amongst the port mafia, not necessary the kind that kills, but the kind that slacks off and keep half the money the port mafia earns for themselves, and you know he wouldn’t like to see that.

So, to make this business work and make the people not forget what would happen if you messed with the higher ups, you decided to take measure into your own hands.

It worked obviously, as you have successfully executed the person who cost the port mafia a fortune, taking the money that belongs to the mafia and his personal money, who should spend it? Not his family, as you figured out he didn’t have a family of his own.

You smiled at yourself as the memory of the phone call you received suddenly played in your head

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You were on your balcony, looking over at the streets of yokohama, surprisingly having the night off, as your phone suddenly started ringing.

“Hello?” You answered, chuckling as you heard the familiar voice speak from the other line of the phone.

“Some rumours told me you were going after the asshole thats costing us a lot of money, bold move right under that mackerels nose, don’t you think?” The familiar voice of Chuuya made you smile, immediately letting your guard down.

“Don’t worry about him Chu, he might be able to hurt others, but knowing him, he would only worship the ground I walk over when he finds out I’m basically saving this hell hole” You teased as you heard a cackle from Chuuya’s end.

“Yeah Yeah, Well, I’m glad its you, not someone else, Wouldn’t dream to thank someone like Ace for example” Chuuya’s voice sounded a little disgusted, making you chuckle once again.

“Don’t worry, I got this, now, if you have time come over? I just bought an expensive bottle of wine and I just wanted to try it ou-“

“Fuck yeah count me in.” He interrupts you as he hang up, making you laugh softly at his antics, he will never change when it comes to wine.

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You entered the Office of the boss from the port mafia, as Dazai was just filling in his paperwork, looking up from the piles and piles he had to do. He looked up from his papers, as the door behind you closed and you slowly approached him. His Eyes turned gentle for a moment, as he chuckled.

“Couldn’t stay away from me to long huh Bella?” He teased and you just rolled your eyes with a small smile. “For your information, I was dealing with an situation all day, It sounds like your the one who missed me, didn’t you huh?” You teased, as a small smirk covered his lips, his attention completely onto you.

“A situation you say? Might tell me what that was about.” He asked curiously, as you explained everything you what you did under his nose. His expression growing from caught of guard to a smirk.

“And the money should be right into the bank account.” You smirked, as the familiar ding could be heard from his phone. He laughed as he pulled you onto his lap, holding your chin up.

“You little Brat, doing this right under my nose hm? How could I ever thank you huh?” He smirked, as you leaned in a little. “Hmmm maybe perhaps, this could be my thank you” Your voice gentle and husky, as you kissed him, which he happily returned, one of his hands on your cheek, cupping the side of your face as he deepens the kiss.

“Mackerel I got the- HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING SNOGGING HER FACE OFF HUH? SINCE WHEN ARE YOU GUYS A THING?!” The sudden voice of Chuuya made you two pull away, the smallest blush covering your face as you guys have been caught.

“Chuuya! Not the best delight to see, Have you ever heard of knocking?” Dazai’s teasing voice spoke as he just held you down by the waist, even closer towards him. 

Chuuya slammed the paperwork down on the desk, and half climbed on top of it, pulling dazai’s tie. “I EXPECTED NOTHING MORE FROM YOU FOR FUCKS SAKE” He screamed into dazai’s face as he put on a not so amused face.

“Be happy its had not gone any furth-“ “DIE YOU ASSHOLE-“

You just smiled, laughing while they bickered like old times.

You’ll definitely be alright with them by your side.

Chapter Two

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Warning: 

The Following Story is entirely out of my imagination, I do not mean harm when writing this story with any religion or culture.

That being said, BNHA does not belong to me, any other character beside the main character does not belong to me.

English isn’t my first language, please be kind <3

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The moment class started you knew it would be heavy. Not because of the material or classes you had to take, oh no you had those in the bag. 

But because of the damn stares.

‘Not only was my entrance dramatic, but this dumbass really has a staring problem..’ She whispered to herself as she began writing down the material Aizawa was talking about. The stares of the explosive blond were glaring holes into her back. It was so bad, it felt like he was actively making holes into your body.

You looked around, half interested in what aizawa was saying but more interested in what was sitting around you.

As instructed by nezu, you sat in the far front. With besides you a sort French aesthetic kind of student, who winked at you as he noticed you looked at him. You shivered slightly, something tells you that even with his appearance you should keep a distance from him.

Behind him sat a guy with a lighting bolt in his hair, one of his hands was in his hair as the other was scribbling to keep up with aizawa, who has continued with his talk with no sign of stopping.

“Pssst” a noise krept from behind you. You turned your body slightly turning back to see a pink skinned girl staring at you with a whole lot of curiosity. “It’s so random a new student joins our class so in the middle of the school year, I’m Mina Ashido! But everyone calls me mina.”

She grinned, resting her chin on her hand as she kept her eyes locked on you. “Sooo? What’s your Quirk?” she whispered, completely ignoring the lesson happening at the front of the room.

You hesitated, not sure whether to answer with Aizawa still talking. Before you could decide, the student beside you shifted slightly. With his glittering uniform and confident smirk, he looked like he belonged on a magazine cover rather than in a classroom.

“Mina, mon cher, you’re overwhelming them,” he said smoothly, flashing you a wink. “I am Yuga Aoyama. Enchanté.”

“Yeah, yeah, we know you’re fancy,” Denki muttered from behind him, lazily spinning his pen between his fingers. “But seriously, what’s your Quirk? It’s gotta be something cool if they let you transfer into 3-A this late.”

Mina nodded eagerly, eyes gleaming. “Right?! I mean, you must be crazy strong or super smart or—”

A dry voice interrupted from the front. “Ashido. Kaminari. Do you enjoy being distractions?”

Mina’s mouth snapped shut as Aizawa’s gaze landed on her. Denki immediately straightened in his seat, eyes darting back to his notes. Aoyama, on the other hand, only gave a slow, deliberate flip of his hair before turning forward again.

The classroom settled back into silence, except for the scratching of pens against paper and the occasional creak of a chair. Mina shot you a side glance, mouthing, Tell me later.

As lunchtime approaches, you stood still with a tray of your lunch as you looked like a deer in headlights.

‘So many tables..’ You thought, as you walked around, trying to spot mina.

“OVER HERE!!” A female voice shouted as mina waved excitedly to you, trying to get you over at the lunch table.

Relieved, you quickly made your way toward Mina’s table, weaving through the maze of students. As you approached, you noticed she wasn’t alone—several of your classmates were already seated with her.

“Finally! I thought you’d get lost or something,” Mina teased as she scooted over to make room for you. “Come sit!”

You carefully placed your tray down and took a seat, still feeling a little out of place. Across from you, Denki grinned. “First lunch with the squad, huh? Big moment.”

Next to him, the spiky red head, Kirishima, gave you a friendly nod. “Don’t worry, everyone here’s cool. Except Bakubro.” He laughed, dodging a half-hearted kick from the explosive blonde sitting at the edge of the table.

“Shut up, idiot.”

You finally allowed your eyes to rest on bakugou. His blond hair was ashy and spiky, which weirdly suited him. He had broad shoulders, but to be fair everyone had that in the hero course. They trained you to the bone at U.A, she heard the teacher enough about the exams and what they plan every year.

But the thing that pulled you the most were those eyes.

Crimson eyes, with a hardend gaze.

“You have a staring problem extra?” Bakugou pulled you out of your thoughts. You smirked, clearly liking a challenge. “Should we reverse that question over to you? Hm? I saw you staring the entirely of class, not so slick dude.”

The table collectively went, "Oooooh," as they watched the interaction unfold like an intense showdown. Mina covered her mouth, barely containing her laughter, while Denki leaned in, clearly entertained. Even Kirishima, who usually played peacemaker, smirked as he watched Bakugou's reaction.

Bakugou’s eye twitched, his grip tightening around his chopsticks. “Tch. Like I’d waste my time staring at some extra like you.” He scoffed, turning his attention back to his food, but you didn’t miss the way his jaw tensed.

“Oh yeah?” You leaned on your elbow, resting your chin in your palm. “Then what’s got you so worked up, Bakugou?” You purposely dragged out his name, watching for a reaction.

Denki almost choked on his drink, and Mina had to slap his back to keep him from making a scene. “Yo, I like them,” he wheezed between coughs. “Finally, someone who isn’t scared to mess with Bakugou.”

Bakugou set his chopsticks down with a loud clack, eyes flicking back to you. “Keep running your mouth, and we’ll see how funny you are during training.” His tone was low, dangerous—yet, there was something else beneath it, something almost… intrigued.

You simply smirked, unbothered. “Looking forward to it.”

Kirishima let out a low whistle, shaking his head with a grin. “Man, you’ve got guts. Most people don’t go head-to-head with Bakugou unless they wanna get blown up.”

Mina elbowed you playfully. “Yeah, but I kinda love it! We needed some fresh energy in 3-A.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, clearly irritated. “Like I care. If they wanna get their ass kicked, that’s their problem.” He grabbed his tray and stood up, shoving his hand into his pockets as he walked off without another word.

You watched him go, noting the slight stiffness in his posture. Interesting.

Denki leaned toward you with a conspiratorial grin. “Sooo, what’s the deal? You got a death wish, or do you just like pissing him off?”

You chuckled. “He’s easy to piss off, you can see that from a mile away” 

Mina laughed, nudging your shoulder. “Okay, okay, enough about Bakugou before he somehow hears us and explodes something.” She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “But seriously, what’s your Quirk? You’ve been here half a day, and we still don’t know!”

The tall one with black hair and can shoot tape out of his elbow, Sero, chimed in as well. “And what’s up with you knowing all these teachers? I’ve seen them look at you-“

You laughed softly, putting your chopsticks down. “Well,” you started, “The reasons I know almost all pro heroes is because of my adoptive parent, Principal Nezu.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened, nearly dropping his drink. “Wait, what?!” he blurted out, leaning forward like he hadn’t heard you right. “You’re telling me Nezu—our Principal Nezu—is your adoptive parent? That’s insane!”

He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table as his brows furrowed in curiosity. “Wait, hold on,” he said, eyes locked on you. “Does that mean you grew up at U.A.? Like, did you just… run around the school as a kid?”

You chuckle, “Technically I did, My quirk developed when I was around 3 years old, it was really destructive and out of control, so after classes nezu would always send someone to train with me.” You played with your food a bit, the rice going back and forth. “I trained a lot with all might, but also with endeavour, since it does resolve around fire..” You slowly turned a bit quiet, remembering a bit of the old times.

Mina’s eyes widened as she nearly dropped her chopsticks. “Wait, WHAT?!” she practically shouted, earning a few glances from nearby tables. She ignored them, leaning in closer with an excited gasp. “You trained with All Might and Endeavor? That’s not just cool—that’s, like, insane!”

She reached out and lightly shook your arm. “Dude! That’s top-tier hero training! No wonder you got into 3-A so easily!”

But then, as she watched you quietly push your rice around, her excited energy softened just a bit. She tilted her head, her big golden eyes studying you carefully. “Wait… was that, like… a good thing? Or was it, y’know, hard?”

Mina wasn’t the type to pry, but she also wasn’t the type to ignore when something felt off. So instead of bombarding you with more questions, she simply nudged you with her shoulder, offering a small, reassuring smile. “Hey, no pressure, but if training with those guys sucked, you totally have the right to say it.”

Then, as if to lighten the mood again, she smirked. “But also, real talk—was Endeavor as scary back then as he is now? Be honest.”

You sighed, “lets just say… I get why his kids aren’t talking to him anymore or at least as possible.”

Denki let out a low whistle. “Yikes. That bad, huh?”

Kirishima frowned, crossing his arms. “Man… that’s rough. I always figured he was tough, but—” he shook his head. “Doesn’t sound like the good kind of tough.”

Sero sighed, propping his chin on his hand. “Can’t say I’m surprised. The guy’s intense in all the wrong ways.”

Mina pouted, resting her cheek on her palm. “Ugh, that sucks. No kid deserves that.” Then, after a beat, she perked up. “But hey, you got out of it way cooler than him, sooo… win?”

Denki grinned. “Yeah! You turned out awesome despite all that. Kinda badass, not gonna lie.”

The table hummed in agreement, their support loud in their own way.

You smiled softly, the tension that had been building up easing out of your shoulders. You looked at the squad and laughed softly. You could get used to this

When the lunch period was finished and everyone resumed back into their respectable classrooms, aizawa announced that is was highly time to train. He stood in front of your desk, his gaze softer than normal with other students.

“You can watch if you want, but if you decide to fight than just now I won’t put you against an easy person. I know you can handle the top of the top here.”

Midoriya perked up at Aizawa’s words, turning toward you with wide eyes. “Whoa, Aizawa-sensei must really believe in your skills if he’s saying that!” His expression shifted into one of deep thought, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to start scribbling in his notebook.

“I mean, it’s rare for him to just say something like that outright… You must have already shown some serious potential for him to trust you against the strongest students in our class!” He muttered under his breath, glancing at you like he was trying to piece together a puzzle.

Mina smirked, leaning toward you. “He’s totally trying to analyze you already.”

You laughed, waving at midoriya. “I bet your quirk is just as awesome!” You compliment him, making him blush slightly and bakugou scowl. You turn your head towards him, one of your eyebrows raised to him. “What?” You started.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, arms crossed as he shot you an irritated glare. “Tch. Don’t go filling Deku’s head with crap.”

Midoriya tensed slightly. “Kacchan, that’s not—”

You slowly walked over to bakugou, your hands on top of his desk. “What, did I bruise your ego or something?”

The class collectively oohed at your boldness, while Mina practically vibrated with excitement.

Bakugou’s eye twitched, his scowl deepening. “Like hell I care. Just don’t go acting like Deku’s some big deal.” He jabbed a thumb at himself. “If you’re gonna be impressed by someone, it should be me.”

You rolled your eyes, which caused bakugou to stand up and slightly tower over you. “Wow, that was so not insecure at all. Cry me a river bakugou.”

Bakugou stood up straighter, his glare now intense as he leaned over his desk, his hands planted firmly on the edge. “You think you can talk to me like that, huh?” His voice was low and filled with a dangerous edge. “I’ll make you regret that, extra.”

“I can’t hear you, blasty.” You grinned up at him.

“Enough.” Aizawa shouted, making everyone halt in their position. “If you two want to fight, then do it. Take it to the training area.”

The class was silent, all eyes on you both as the tension crackled.

Bakugou’s lips curled into a sneer, his fists clenched tightly. “You think you can actually keep up, huh? Don’t cry when I wipe the floor with you.”

You stood your ground, unfazed by his words. "Don’t worry, I’ll leave you in the dust where you belong.”

Aizawa sighed, and shook his head. “These kids will be the death of me..”

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A/N: I'm so excited for you all to see this development happen, please do let me know it the comments what you think will happen next!

Heavens Prophecy (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader story)

Welcome to my newest fanfic series! I will be posting on both wattpad and here so feel free to choose which app you like most :DD

I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing this!

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She was never meant to exist.

Abandoned as a baby on U.A.’s doorstep, raised by Nezu, trained by Japan’s top heroes—her life has always been anything but normal. Too strong. Too fast. Too much. But no one questioned it. Not really.

Until now.

Something is changing. Her powers feel different, unstable—like something ancient is waking up inside her, something bigger than quirks, bigger than heroes, bigger than this world. Because with every secret she uncovers about her past, the more dangerous her future becomes. She isn’t just a threat—she’s the biggest target in the universe.

And through it all, standing right next to her, is a certain explosive blond she just can’t seem to escape… or make peace with.

Will she ever truly accept who she is—even if she hates the answer?

And when the time comes, when the weight of the universe rests in her hands, will she fight for the ones she loves… or embrace the destiny she was born for?

Stay tuned to find out ;)

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Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine

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Can I request Chuuya with an s/o who can also control gravity? Also have a great day/night

Request?: yes Summery: Chuuya having an s/o who can also control gravity character: Chuuya Nakahara Genre: Fluff, a little bit of angst (Chuuya's fears)

A/N: Hello! Since Im far ahead of my school work I can officially balance my writing and private life! Thank you for requesting! I hope it is to your liking! I love writing about Chuuya, especially when it comes to his ability, its one of my favourites.

I warn ahead that there might be spoilers from Stormbringer! If you haven't read it (or honestly doesn't care about getting spoiled) then be aware of it!

Chuuya Nakahara:

His first thoughts will be fear, not the fear that you would outdid him when it comes to his ability, no not that at all

He's scared you went through the exact same progress he did when he got his.

Let's face two scenarios here, when he finds out you just have gravity controlling ability, exactly like him but without the corruption, I think he would let out a breath he didn't knew he was holding.

However if he does find out you went through everything exactly like him? He would hug you close, kiss a few times onto of your head If he can reach it- and would help you get through the healing progress with him, feeling sad you went through it, but also somewhere back into his mind a little relieved that someone could relate to him with this somehow, how sick and twisted that may sound.

He would train you too if you asked him too! He wants to help his love out whenever he can, so he would gladly take you under his wing when it comes to training! (Maybe every now and then some praise and a rewarding kiss ☺️)

Cute dates jumping over buildings and playing catch, Change my mf mind

He will always be worried about you getting hurt, but very less since he knows how capable you are.

You guys once land onto of the port mafia building, hold a little picnic there, and watching the sunset while he offers you his coat, since it was beginning to get a bit colder

He would absolute not let you meet Dazai, under any circumstances, he wants to keep his clean record of not killing someone in front of you but Dazai will make that record a bloody one-

If you are how ever, somehow friends with Dazai, he will protest with a few pouts and scoldings here and there, but he wouldn't want to control your actions, so as long as you promise not to leave him, He could Try to live with it

Who knows maybe you'll be the reason they'll interact a little bit more with each other

Chuuya is still cautious though, but seeing you smile will make it worth it

The moment you get hurt by someone's else's hands

oh boy

this man is losing his marbles

He won't be reckless reckless, but he will be breaking the arm of the person who did it-

then, its like a switch got pulled, he immediately puts all his attention to you, his hands on your cheeks, cupping your face

"Its okay princess, I'm right here, nobody is gonna touch you."

he'll just murder the person when your out of sight and safe and sound☺️

Chapter 3

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Warning: 

The Following Story is entirely out of my imagination, I do not mean harm when writing this story with any religion or culture.

That being said, BNHA does not belong to me, any other character beside the main character does not belong to me.

English isn’t my first language, please be kind <3

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“Are you absolutely 100% sure you want to do this?” Uraraka asked nervously, fidgeting with her own suit.

You transformed into your own suit—a sleek black bodysuit adorned with small blue flames flickering across the fabric. A massive belt wrapped tightly around your waist, while a mask, designed to protect you from the ashes of your quirk, was securely fastened to your face.

“I am sure, someone has to put him in his place” you rolled her eyes, as you stretched a little. “I won’t let him bully someone, even if that someone is used to it, no.”

Yaoyorozu crossed her arms, concern clear in her expression. “I understand wanting to stand your ground, but Bakugou isn’t an opponent to take lightly.”

You rolled your shoulders, the fabric of your suit flexing with the movement. “I know exactly what I’m doing,” you said, adjusting the mask on your face.

“Just..be careful.” Uraraka warned her, smiling at her softly. “All the girls believe in you.”

You looked back at her, as you smiled. Giving her a thumbs up. Uraraka looked at her with a small disbelief, but she could see she was trained very well.

After all that smile was exactly like All-Mights.

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As you tied your hair in a ponytail, your bangs still covering your forehead as you prepared for the fight, Todoroki approached, his usual calm expression unreadable. His heterochromatic eyes flicked toward Bakugou, who was stretching across the field, sparks popping off his palms in anticipation.

“You’re really going through with this?” Todoroki asked, his voice even but carrying an edge of curiosity.

You exhaled, rolling your shoulders. “Yeah. Someone needs to knock that ego down a few notches.”

Todoroki studied you for a moment before speaking again. “Your quirk… You said before that you trained with my father.” His voice was measured, but there was a slight tension underneath.

Your jaw clenched instinctively. “Yeah. I did.” His gaze didn’t waver. “Then you know what he’s like.”

A bitter chuckle escaped you as you secured your mask again. “Oh, trust me, I know. I get why you and your siblings want nothing to do with him.” You glanced at him, your flames flickering to life at your fingertips. “Training with Endeavor wasn’t learning—it was survival.”

Todoroki’s expression hardened slightly, but there was something else there—understanding. A quiet, unspoken acknowledgment between two people who knew exactly what kind of man Endeavor was.

Before he could reply, Bakugou’s voice cut through the air. “Oi! Hurry the hell up! Unless you’re already chickening out.” You smirked, stepping forward. “We’ll finish this conversation later.”

Todoroki gave you a small nod, his hands slipping into his pockets. “Just don’t let him get under your skin. He feeds off of it.”

You glanced back, grinning. “I’m counting on it.” Then, without another word, you strode onto the battlefield.

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You stood a few paces away from bakugou, seeing him yet not close enough to really see him. You count to ten, feeling some of the teachers gaze on your back. ‘Swift and fast’ you thought, as you heard aizawa slowly count from 10 to 0.

“3..2..1..now!” He screamed, taking a step back.

Bakugou strode immediately in your direction, using his explosions to boost himself as quickly as possible at you. You concentrated on your hands as you created a wall of blue fire, giving you a small advantage of getting in his blind spot.

“THE HELL?!” He screamed, as the flames dissolved, leaving the area empty. He looked up, suddenly seeing you charging from the sky towards him to kick his face. He grabbed your boot just in time before it could do serious damage. 

You twisted your leg, using your free one to kick his cheek, making him let go of your other leg.

Bakugou stumbled back slightly, his teeth gritted as he wiped at the faint red mark forming on his cheek. His crimson eyes flickered with something between annoyance and excitement.

“Tch, not bad,” he admitted, cracking his neck. “But you’re gonna regret that.”

Before you could respond, he launched himself forward, explosions propelling him at a speed that made the ground crack beneath him. You barely had time to brace before he was on you, swinging a fist aimed right at your ribs.

You twisted at the last second, dodging most of the impact, but the heat still seared against your side. Gritting your teeth, you countered by igniting your flames in a burst, forcing him to jump back to avoid getting burned.

You panted, your chest rising and falling as flames burst from your fists, striking toward Bakugou like whips of fire. But he was fast—too fast. He weaved through them effortlessly, each explosion from his palms propelling him just out of reach.

Before you could adjust your aim, he was suddenly in front of you.

“Too slow.”

His hand clenched your collar, yanking you forward before slamming you down with brutal force. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, dust and embers scattering in the air as pain jolted through your back.

Bakugou didn’t let go, leaning in with a wild grin. “What? Thought you had me?” His grip tightened. “Not even close.”

You groaned, eyes locking onto Bakugou despite the pain radiating through your back. Instead of struggling, you smirked.

“You hit like a man trying to prove something.”

And to everybody’s surprise, you head bunked him so hard that it caught him of guard. You pulled your legs towards your own body and kicked his chest hard, getting him off from you. As he flew back, you send him a wave of fire, burning some of his suit.

Standing up, slightly stumbling because of using your head to defend yourself, you wiped the blood from your nose, smirking badly. “Is that all you got?”

Bakugou caught himself mid-air, flipping before skidding across the ground, smoke rising from the scorched parts of his suit. His breath was heavy, eyes wide for a fraction of a second before they narrowed into something more dangerous.

Slowly, he wiped at his mouth, noticing the faint trace of blood on his glove. Then, he started laughing. Low at first, then louder, a wild, almost unhinged grin spreading across his face.

“Oh, you’re dead.”

He charged at you, explosions propelling him forward like a missile. The heat from his blasts burned against your skin before his fist even got close. You quickly created distance, your hands moving like you are grabbing a pole, as flames manifested in your hands, creating a whip. 

Your whip catches his arm, burning through his clothes. He yelped, but tugged it forward catching you off guard and wrapped the whip around your neck, choking you a bit. You unleased the whip as you gasped for air, feeling the skin of your neck burning.

Bakugou didn’t hesitate—he launched himself forward, aiming a brutal right hook at your face.

At the last second, you ducked, sliding beneath him as you ignited the flames around your hands. With a swift motion, you drove a Flame-coated Uppercut into his stomach, sending a shockwave of heat between you both.

Bakugou grunted, his body lifting slightly from the impact, but he recovered fast. His hands sparked violently as he spun mid-air, twisting to send an explosion straight at you.

You barely had time to react. The blast struck your side, sending you skidding across the ground, your suit slightly charred. The smell of burnt fabric filled the air, mixing with the heat of battle.

Panting, you wiped the blood trickling from your lip and pushed yourself up. Bakugou was already grinning, cracking his knuckles.

"You still breathing?" he taunted, his crimson eyes gleaming with excitement.

You smirked, rolling your shoulders. "You’re gonna wish I wasn’t.”

Your fist connected with his jaw, sending him stumbling back. But you weren’t done. Twisting mid-air, you brought your knee up hard into his ribs, forcing the air from his lungs. As he staggered, you spun and delivered a flaming roundhouse kick to his side, sending him crashing into the ground.

"Where’s all that confidence now, Bakugou?" you taunted, breathing heavily but steady.

Before you could react, Bakugou caught your wrist and twisted, yanking you forward before slamming you into the ground. The impact sent a shock through your body, knocking the air from your lungs. You barely had time to gasp before he pressed a knee into your back, pinning you down with his weight. His breath was hot against your ear, voice low and sharp.

"You think fire makes you strong? Please. You’re just a failure who can’t even control it."

Your body stiffened.

That wasn’t just Bakugou’s voice—it was a ghost from your past, bleeding into the present.

“You're just a failure if you can't control it.”

A tiny figure stood in front of a wooden target, burns covering her arms as she was sweating. The Number Two Hero looked down at the little lady, a scowl visible on his face. 

“You think you can become the number one with those pathetic kind of moves?” 

Her fingers twitched at her sides, curling into fists. She wanted to scream. To cry. To fight back. But she knew better.

Instead, she forced herself to meet his gaze, her lip trembling but her eyes burning with something deeper.

She would get stronger. She would prove him wrong.

Even if it killed her.

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Bakugou smirked as he pinned you down again, this time with no room for escape. His hands sparked with small explosions, the heat grazing your skin, but he didn’t let them go off just yet.

"Tch. That all you got?" His voice dripped with arrogance, crimson eyes glaring down at you. "All that fire, all that talk, and you still can’t keep up."

Your breath was ragged, your limbs aching, but his words burned worse than any of his explosions. You struggled against his grip, but he didn’t budge.

Then, he leaned in closer, voice dropping low.

"You’re just a failure if you can’t control it.” He repeated again, Your entire body went still.

A sharp ringing filled your ears. The world around you blurred. The weight of Bakugou pressing you down melted away, replaced by something heavier.

The memory crashed into you, sudden and suffocating. The scent of burnt skin. The crushing disappointment in Endeavor’s glare. The suffocating pressure of not being enough. Your vision flickered. The present wavered.

Then, fire erupted.

A blast of pure, untamed heat exploded from your body, the sheer force sending Bakugou flying back. He barely managed to brace himself before skidding across the battlefield, eyes wide in surprise. You pushed yourself up, slow and steady, your body trembling but your flames burning brighter than ever.

Your fingers twitched, sparks of fire getting ignited all across the room. Controlled? No. But this time, you didn’t care.

Bakugou was just about to bark something back, but stopped at his tracks, his eyes widening as he looked into hers.

Cause they weren’t her usual color, they were pitch black.

Something was very, very wrong.

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A/N: I love imagining fight scenes in my head, but actually writing them are always harder when English is your second language- I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! Can't wait to share more of it.

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so, you know the official arts of bsd characters holding their wan version?

could you write something about it? it doesn't have to be character x reader

just characters interacting with their chibi selves

Request?: Yes Summery: Characters reacting to their wan self Characters: Dazai, Atsushi, Akutagawa, Chuuya Genre: fluff, them being crackheads

A/N: Hello hello! Back again with another one, thank you so much for requesting this and I hope its to your liking! Feel free to request again, its so much fun writing about them hihi- Anyways enjoy!

Dazai Osamu:

They will be a menace together if not absolute hell.

You think kunikida could survive one? barely, but two? Oh my lord pray to the lords and especially for the soul of kunikida- 💀

Man has to fight for his life to get to live

Him and his wan would prank so many people, and now since their together, they will be searching for this beautiful to commit with

however this little wan is a living reminder of the hell he actually went through.

He does also however have someone who understands him completely, cause well, its him-

They both ramble how much they love hate Chuuya-

This crazy ball of energy, but the good kind.

Atsushi Nakajima:

Oh they would both be so sweet against each other and others-

They would, just like dazai, talk about how much they Hate love Akutagawa, but in all honesty I see them vent against each other cause they understand each other the best

Atsushi would honestly be like '🥹' when seeing wan!atsushi's tiger form

its just like a little cat he can't resist to pick him up and carry him around-

He would team up with himself, just because the president ordered him too one day and that just became a normal thing

They would hate and love each other, since they share the same mindset

Akutagawa ryunosuke:

Hates him for some reason-

I mean of course cause he doesn't really like himself but seeing his wan like this, especially how he interacts with Atsushi's? He damn jealous for sure

not in the ship way, just the way that he's jealous of the wan!aku for having such a casual life.

They would however bond by drinking like tea together-? I don't know I see aku as a tea person 😭

They both would talk about their devotion towards Dazai, and shit talk about Atsushi cause why the fuck not-

They would really be rivals against each other.

Chuuya Nakahara:

DOG MOVIES DOG MOVIES!

they would watch those sad mf dog movies together, that in all honesty are so sappy compared to the Chuuya himself

drinking contest just because I said so

I bet he has like this photo of dazai, and they take turns throwing darts at his face cause they think their hilarious as hell-

The drunk gingers will angry rant about dazai and like 50 ways to beat him up, Chuuya may or may not broken a glass-

When their with Dazai's? run for your goddamn life.

they be throwing themselves at him and not in that way you horny bastards I see you guys-

They be throwing hands fr

Takes a lot of effort to just get them off each other

Pm Boss! Dazai Osamu x reader

Request?: No Summery: Yokohama shined the brightest at night, but this night, even the port mafia had a little hope of shining.

A/N: Hello! Its been a while and I brought you guys a Dazai Osamu Fanfic, In all honestly Its Kinda OOC and its not my best work, but I hope you guys like it regardless. Any requests are welcome!

Yokohama shined the brightest at night, at least, that’s what you always thought.

You are used to the odd hours your job, Stay up till 5 in the morning and continue work at odd hours of the day. It’s something you have accustomed into your life.

At a young age, you were alone. Your parents have been killed in an accident involving the military, as they both were secret agents working for the special division for unusual powers.

It made you an orphan, surviving on the streets, fighting for the basic needs that a human ever needed. Life was really unfair.

A year after the death of your parents and living on the streets, was the day you was taken in. Only were you debating if it was a curse or a blessing. It all started when you stole some food from a small group of men, they looked like they owned the place around, with their hygiene clearly been taken care of.

You sneaked around the base, looking for some sort of resources, and finally found what seemed to be a break room, quickly grabbed the stuff that contained either water or food and ran out of there, grabbing a random bag as you ran away to safety.

Only back then, didn’t you realise exactly what and who you stole from.

Being in the ‘safe’ home you made for yourself (cause lets save it, its far from being a safe home) You looked through the bag you had stolen from the base, grabbing the food and immediately eating like some kind of animal. You looked into the bag, as your eyes widen.

Documents, Lots of documents, and they looked like they were important too.

The color in your face slowly drained of your face, making you pale as a ghost. You grabbed the files, scanning through them. Things as Deals of the black market, selling jewellery, gems, guns etc were revealed into these files.

You put too much on your plate, you couldn’t possibly handle this.

You jumped at an unfamiliar sound outside of the little abandon warehouse you had stumbled on. You grabbed the little pocket knife, for protection against whatever lurked outside the warehouse.

‘’Such a shame.’’ A voice suddenly spoke, making you immediately turn your head to the owner of the voice. ‘’All this hassle just for some girl, Boss really ought to hire better people and not some randoms off the street.’’ A boy, maybe around the same age as you, maybe even older, stated. 

‘’I believe you have something of ours.’’ The boy questioned, but it really didn’t sound like a question at all. Behind him, were armed men, ready to strike as they seemed to follow orders of the teenager in front of you.

‘’Give the documents over, and your death will be a quick one.’’ He told you, as your hands were slightly shaking, as you quickly grabbed the bag. ‘’Not a chance asshole.’’ As you ran to the window, jumping out as the glass cut your already worn out clothing and skin. You landed on top of the buildings as you sprinted on the rooftops.

You jumped down, landing in an alleyway as you could hear the mysterious men scream in the distance. You sighed as you hid, and ran the other way the men were, bumping into a tall man with a white coat and a little blonde girl by his side.

You had no choice but to beg for safety, as you grabbed his sleeve. ‘’Excuse me sir you got to help me, I’m being chased and I really have to get to safet-“ As you were about to finish your sentence, The armed men suddenly surrounded both you and the man.

“She’s a quick one boss.” The boy from earlier showed his presence, as the men with the guns bowed down in front of the Man, who was the so called boss. “Would be a shame if we killed them off like that. They stole from the Port mafia and Almost successfully ran away, twice.”

Your eyes widen at the name of the organisation, your legs trembling slightly.

You really outdid yourself by stealing from the port mafia. “I’m sorry! If I knew I wouldn’t have-“ You plead but the boss just looked at you and cleared his throat, making you go dead silent.

“You have two options, Resist and die here, or come with us.”

You didn’t like the dying part, so you just nodded as you held onto the back bag,

And from that way on, your life changed completely.

You learned that the man who went as the name ‘Boss’, was named More Ogai, as the teenage boy at the time was called Dazai Osamu. They took you in, and made you become a killing machine. You were the partner of Dazai and the boy you later met by the name of Chuuya Nakahara. As they became known as Double black, your reputation is known as ‘Double blacks poison.’

Slowly you grew on them, Having an Sister-brother relationship with Chuuya, but your relationship with dazai, is a bit more difficult. It starts playful, but the tension of a rivalry has always been big between the two of you, at some point its so thick you can cut it with a knife.

You always tried to become better than Dazai, much to his amusement, it became a little game between the two of you. And slowly small bets and little mind games grew in between the relationship between you and Dazai.

When the time came that Dazai took the tradition of killing the mafia boss, which later on Dazai trusted you enough to tell that Mori didn’t die, but has started an orphanage somewhere away from Yokohama to live the rest of his life there, He became the new port mafia boss.

Which meant you were his Right hand Woman, next to His right hand man, Chuuya.

And so you are in this position, Standing in The boss his office, looking at the small city lights and the busy streets of yokohama. It was quite a view, you had to admit, as it looked over every part of yokohama.

“Are you staring off in space again?” The voice of her boss, shook her out of her thoughts. “I have told you that being lost in your own memories again isn’t the greatest thing you could have.” Dazai spoke, as you faced him once again.

He had become quite mature over the years, taking care of a business like this isn’t for some childish people, but his relationship with Chuuya and You has never changed, even if he became mature and handsome over the years.

Suddenly you felt your chin being lift up with a hand belonging to your boss.

You looked straight into his eye, the one that wasn’t covered in bandages, as a smirk covered your face. “How sweet, does the boss need his daily attention?” You challenged, hearing a chuckle escape from his lips.

“Your remarks have always been entertaining my belladonna.” He smirked. You just rolled your eyes, a taunting smirk displayed on your lips. It has always been like this and you wouldn’t dream of changing it in any way.

“Tell me Y/n” He suddenly spoke, sparking your interest, as you looked at him. “Would you die for me?”

The question itself sounds so absurd, but knowing the man behind the question, You knew exactly where this could lead. Gathering all the courage you could, you looked him straight in the eye and said.

“Yes.”

He just chuckled, still having your chin lifted up with one hand, while the other hand had grabbed your hips, pulling your closer to him. “That’s a dangerous game your playing Belladonna, But You like playing with poison. After all, you inflict others with yours and I think you poisoned me too, Belladonna~” The Name suited you, and never in a million years would you think that you would be put in this position with him.

You chuckled as you pulled yourself closer to him, looking at his lips. “Then..” You spoke as you leaned in a little, “I’ll gladly Play this game a take the risk.” You whispered as your lips met.

For that night, Yokohama shined a little brighter.

If you take requests, can I have Atsushi being comforted by the reader when hes crying because they saw him as a weretiger? Please?

Request?: yes Summery: The reader runs after Atsushi, as he lost control of his tiger form, getting hurt in the progress. Character?: Atsushi nakajima Genre: Angst to fluff

A/n: hi hi! Thank you so much for your request, it was different than most of them and I'm glad I made it! Please feel free to request more for it to be written in the near future. For now enjoy the fanfic! &lt;3

All you could think about is ‘Run as fast as you can’.

You ran through the screaming crowd, trying to reach the one you love with all your heart. Atsushi and you have been assigned with a mission, it wasn’t a difficult mission at all, but someone had did their research on the agency and their members, and all it took was a little bit of information about Atsushi’s past to get him out of control.

He had fully turned into the were tiger without ever meaning to do so

“ATSUSHI!” You screamed for him, as you used your combat skills to get onto objects like trash cans, bus stations or even cars. You needed to calm him down before anything would happen to him.

You jumped over the cars, seeing him in the distance as you received a call from none other than kunikida.

“Y/N WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING OVER THERE?” You heard him scream, as you realised this is all being broadcasted, looking up as you saw the news helicopter fly above the two of you. ‘Shit.’ You muttered, as you speed up.

“Someone got sensitive information kunikida, He went out of control and almost killed the guy have they not gotten away since I stopped Atsushi.” You explained, your legs aching while you still speed up after Atsushi, hearing more screaming people of fright.

“SECURE THE AREA FOR ME OKAY THANKS BYE-“ You rushed the call before you heard kunikida scream on the other side.

You ran as fast as your legs could, as your eyes widen, seeing Atsushi about to attack. “ATSUSHI!” You screamed as you came in between the innocent people and the tiger that was about to attack. He couldn’t stop on time, as his claw made contact with your arms, giving it a nasty scratch mark.

You screamed out in pain and held onto your arm, whimpering slightly as you saw the blood and clothes being ripped off your body.

That’s definitely going to leave a nasty scar.

“Run!” You screamed at the innocent people, as they quickly scrammed, leaving you alone with a clearly distressed tiger. “Its okay baby its okay..” You whispered softly, holding your other hand out, treating him like a cat. “Its just me, your safe Atsushi..But you have to get control again.” You put a step forward, as him bumped his nose against your hand, smelling in the scent and his pupils dilated to a normal size again, as you heard whimpers come out of his mouth.

You slowly pet him with your good hand, as you squad down.

“We have to get out of here, can I ride your back?” You asked him as he nodded gently. You hopped onto his back, leaned forward and whispered, ‘Make sure to lose the helicopter first dear”

As you guys moved like the speed of light, going directly towards the Agency.

They immediately stood their ground, as Dazai and Kunikida came to your rescue. You were bleeding quite a lot on the floor as your vision began to blur because of the amount of blood you had lost by the wound that needed treatment this instant.

You heard screaming, Dazai nullifying Atsushi’s ability, Seeing the doctors coat of Yosano flash in front of you, as you slowly fade away out of consciousness.

As everything around you became black pool of darkness.

You woke up, slightly feeling your arm being sore, as you slowly opened your eyes to adjust at the light of the room. You groaned softly, as you felt a weight at the side of your bed. You looked down, seeing a sleeping Atsushi with red puffy eyes, sleep by your side.

A sharp pain in your side snapped you back in reality, as you realised you also had been bandaged by the side of your body. 

“Your lucky it wasn’t something that touched our organs.” A sudden voice spoke as you were eye to eye with Yosano herself. “A shot like that could’ve been nasty if you weren’t here on time.” She stated, something that you nodded your head in agreement on. “He’s been worried about you, He basically cried like a small baby when I told him your state and that you were okay.” Yosano chuckled as you smiled gently, stroking his hair with the hand attached to the bandaged arm.

You heard him groan slightly, as yosano took that as a cue to get out of the room.

He slowly woke up, as you smiled softly at him, your hand on his cheek as you whispered softly. “Hi baby..” You let out a small smile as he started to cry again, His arms and body flopping on top of him. 

“Y/N!!” He sobbed, as you groaned slightly but rubbed his back and kissed his cheek gently. “Right here dear..right here..” You smiled gently, as you cupped his face, making him look at you. “Oh Y/n Im so sorry I shouldn’t have lost control and that was just- he just-“ He stuttered, trying to get his words in the right context.

You kissed him gently, immediately shutting him up. “Its okay its okay trust me it is okay-“ You stated, as he still kept crying. You hugged him close, as you guys slowly calmed down together.

“We’ll train some more sushi, you need the emotions and those powers of yours under control.” You teased him as he kept crying.

“Okay- I love you”

“I love you too”

Do you have a rules page or any guidelines for requesting ?

your very free to ask whatever you want! I do have a few rules, but those are kinda the basics, just decent human being rules

Scroll all the way down at this post and you’ll see the few rules I put in :D

Thank you for asking though <33