Not-so-avid-fanfic-writer - Mike

Chapter 1

BAKUGO'S POV:

Me and Deku were stood arguing just inside the door to our new classroom, we aren't as bad as we were in our first year, but we do occasionally 'row' as one of our old friends would say.

All of a sudden, our yellow caterpillar of a teacher was standing in the doorway with a familiar set of (H/c) locks behind him.

"Class, sit down, we have a new transfer student, their name is (L/n)(Y/n), they will be studying with us from now on." He said as he walked into the room.

We all looked back at the doorway where the new student was, and I saw someone who I'd never thought I'd see again, holding the Gang Orca plush me and Deku gave them.

READER POV:

The teacher left me standing at the entrance to the classroom and I didn't know what to do, I looked up and saw two familiar faces, two that were so memorable that even my goldfish of a brain could remember them. Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya, my childhood best friends.

Before I could register it, I was surrounded by a plume of green and blonde hair, in the most comfortable embrace that one could ask for.

"(N/n), you dumbass, we didn't think you were gonna come back." Katsuki laughed.

"Yeah, Kaachan's right, he was also quite upset when he realised he might not have been able to fight you with your quirk, any ways, what is it, those things on your back look like moth wings, are you a moth hybrid or somethi-" "No, they just look like that." I interrupted as he observed my wings.

"Bu-" he was interrupted again when the teacher spoke.

"That's enough reunion time. (L/n), your desk is at the back of the room. Now, everyone go sit down whilst I explain the day to you all." And I, along with the others, sat down whilst I fiddled with the over-loved plushie still in my hands.

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Maybe I could do a crossover with warrior nun as well

Genuine question

Pls, I need answers asap

Would it be inappropriate of me to make a ghoul oc (yk, the band ghost) and make a crossover X oc fanfic with like BNHA or ROTG or smthn like that?

They will be autistic, of course, because I don’t know how to write neurotypicals and can’t give a shit with learning how. I just have this urge to make stuff because I can’t find enough of it out there.

Daily Writing (Day 3)

Pairing: Professor Willow X Teen! Autistic! Reader

Prompt: When they arrived home, they noticed that the curtains were closed.

!!THIS FANFIC TAKES PLACE IN GALAR!!

Once again, another tough day at college. To be honest, tough was an understatement. No one was listening to you, and you could feel your bones.

But as you got home, you found the curtains closed.

Confused, you greeted the receptionist, and climbed a single flight of stairs to the flat you shared with your dad.

You unlocked the door and pushed it open, only to be greeted with a bear hug and a,

"Happy birthday, (Name)!!!"

from your old man.

All you could do was smack him in the side and wheeze out a short 'off please'.

You were happy here, with Willow, your dad. When you were having the worst of days, when people forgot a big day like this, he was always there to make you feel better.

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Alien Blues

Pairing: Keigo Takami/Hawks X autistic reader

This one shot contains fluff, nesting, maybe some angst, and something that I always call 'autism dominance' (idk the real term for it, but it's basically and autistic individual who's traits are more noticeable than usual, probably due to stress)

DO NOT REPOST/PLAGARISE

Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Based on this post

Quirk is from my Fan Fic series, Endless Forms Most Beautiful (but not the same universe) and you can read the info sheet here

Right now you just wanted to cry, but you almost visibly recoiled at the thought of your face feeling wet and sticky with salt.

The whole day, all you wanted was to be buried in your lover's arms, wings wrapped around each other, tucked into the corner of your apartment that was turned into a nest.

But instead you were stuck shoulder to shoulder with every type of stranger possible on the subway home from your dream-turned-nightmare 9-5 job.

You swear you've almost been fired a couple of times today. From your 'informal' work attitude because of you're stimming, to not wanting to give you're sweaty palmed and just generally unclean superior physical contact.

You can almost feel how moist your bones are inside your body, and count every air molecule that that you felt pounding against your skin as your finally freed from the metal cage of nightmarish speed. Speaking of nightmarish speeds, that's the one you chose to run at to guarantee no more sensory problems on your way home.

You wish you could fly, you really do. But the contract your company had with you which meant you couldn't use your quirk, unless it was for what was classed as a genuine reason.

As you closed the door to the apartment, you peeled your feet out of the ridiculous dress shoes the company had you wear so you could morph you feet into a more comfortable and natural state.

Stretching your wings and arms above your head, you wander your home searching for pillows, blankets, and most importantly, your beloved, Keigo Takami.

You heard the door open and close mid forage, and you whip your head around, eyes locking on the intruder.

"Keigo!" You sobbed, not realising your love was going to be home so early. Soon you found yourself breaking down in his arms.

"Hey, hey. Baby calm down. Let's get you into the nest, and I'll get you some snacks." He offered, and all you could muster was a quiet 'mhm' , and as soon as your body hit the circular mattress in your living room, you went limp, and Keigo left to get something to eat from the kitchen, as well as the blankets you had dropped.

"Today was shit." You spat out. "They kept on touching me."

"I know, baby bird. How about we finish the nest, order some takeout, and watch that ghost show you like?"

You look up at him from your spot in the nest, baffled.

"You're willing to watch Lockwood & Co. with me? You never do this."

"Sometimes sacrifices need to be made to make people happy."

~*-*~Timeskip~*-*~

A few pizzas and a finished nest later, you and Keigo were cuddling, your back to his chest.

He suddenly spoke up,

"I don't think she did look in the mirror."

You turn to look at him with a raised eye, questioning him.

"The one with the curly hair? I personally think she had enough time to look while George got the net."

. . .

There was silence for a bit before Keigo spoke.

"Nah, I don't think so, c'm'ere."

And before you knew it, you were pinned, deft hands working at your sides, causing you to writhe and giggle, almost to the point of pain.

"NO KEI- STOP, PLEASE." You squealed.

"Only if you stop being such a smart ass."

"AAAAHHH, FINE FINE JUST STOOPP, PLEASE."

. . .

Keigo flopped down onto you, and you welcomed it, the pressure grounding you.

"Y'know," you said, "I lied about what I said earlier." You admitted.

"Oh, shaddup."

That was fun to write

This prompt was made by @mirukosbitchywife

I hope I can use more of them in the future

Anyways, bye for now :]

-Ez

Write them doing the DIRTIEST most DISGUSTING shit ever, and say "womp womp" when the AI glazers complain ❤️

IF Y'ALL DON'T STOP FEEDING MY SHIT TO AI, I'LL START MAKING SIMON MOTHERFUCKING RILEY AND THE REST OF THE LOT CHEAT ON READER 🗣

I'LL MAKE THEM CHEAT ON YOUUUUUU 🥰

it's always good to have your bestie in inventory

Genuine question

Pls, I need answers asap

Would it be inappropriate of me to make a ghoul oc (yk, the band ghost) and make a crossover X oc fanfic with like BNHA or ROTG or smthn like that?

They will be autistic, of course, because I don’t know how to write neurotypicals and can’t give a shit with learning how. I just have this urge to make stuff because I can’t find enough of it out there.

Chapter 5

After a while, you made your way back to your room.

You felt overloaded and thought that unpacking the boxes around your room might help, starting with everything going on your bed.

As you ripped off the tape from one of the boxes, you thought back on the day. Why would Midoriya even do that? You thought. You know maybe he's right, it is all my fault. You thought about putting some music on to stop you from spiraling, but a knock on your door stopped you.

You opened it a bit just to find Bakugo standing there.

All you say is a quiet 'You should still be with Recovery Girl' before you try to close the door. The key word is try. Bakugo shoved his foot in the way.

"C'mon, I just want to talk to you." he spoke in a soft and quiet tone, as if he was talking to a scared animal, not a functional human being, and that's what pushed you over the edge.

You let out a low whine and rushed into your bathroom, away from anything else that could upset you.

After you lock the door, you scooched yourself as far under your sink as you could go.

You could hear Bakugo saying something, but couldn't exactly understand him. All you really knew was that he was irritating you and you needed him to leave. 

Eventually you were able to control the tremble in your voice.

"F-FUCK OFF." It came out as more of a screech than you would've liked, but it still managed to stun the blonde into silence.

A few minutes after, you could hear him scream something back about internships and school festivals accompanied with the rustling of paper before the door to your room slammed shut.

You shuffled over to the door and opened it, just to end up sitting against the doorway. You stared at the leaflet that Bakugo had left on the ground and decided to ignore it for now, the texture looking way too tacky for your current liking, as you stood up to fetch your phone. As (music of your choice, maybe even ghost, idk) started playing, you continued organising your room, a pile of used cardboard boxes quickly growing into a problem that you needed to solve before you layed on it. You opted for taking the boxes to the dorm recycling dumpsters.

--Timeskip--

You had managed to slip past the small group of classmates in the common room without much fuss. Kirishima had seen you in passing and offered to help your struggling self with your paper-based payload, and you gratefully accepted.

On your way back into the building, Kirishima jogged in front of you to speak to someone. A very specific, green-haired, someone. A specific someone with a somehow solemn visage plastered on. You didn't believe any of it.

Midoriya tried to talk to you as you passed, but all you gave him was a snarl, and you walked away. But unbeknownst to you, a certain blonde got all the answers he needed.

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I'M BACK!!

I think I took way too much time making this one, but on the other hand, I did just start college and I have quite a busy schedule, despite being in education three days during the week.

But I am back and hopefully the next chapter I have planned will be out quicker.

Soo...

Bye for now.

Author, over and out.