More Pixie Hollow Au!

hey so let’s just go wild!!! you can write what you want!! and even share it with others!!!

fembkdk my beloved

trying to find the time/energy to write now that the semester has started up again is not going to be as easy peasy as i thought lol

writers, pls reblog with your fav writing rituals/habits! i love getting inspired by seeing what works for other people :)

The urge to bother my mutuals

Lately I'm having a lot of fun working on prompts and the mha first kiss gift exchange! Here's a bkdk snippet from one of the prompt responses (for context, it's set in the middle of summer)

“You’re thinking something sweet,” Deku murmured, poking at the soft center of Katsuki’s cheek and then drawing a gentle line down the bridge of his nose.  “No ‘m not,” Katsuki said. “Sweaty ass.” Deku pinched Katsuki’s nose closed, then laughed when Katsuki elbowed him in mild retaliation.  “You are too,” Deku insisted. “You’re making that face.” Katsuki scowled. “What face?” Deku tapped the space between Katsuki’s eyebrows and Katsuki stared at the blue-green veins now taking up most of his field of vision.    “The one where you don’t have any frown lines here. And your eyes go all soft. And the corners of your mouth start to do this wobbly thing that-” “Alright, alright,” Katsuki complained, swatting Deku’s hand away from his face and its apparently numerous tells. “I get the point already shithead, now quit touching my sweat. It’s a fucking fire hazard.” Deku shoved himself more insistently into Katsuki’s side, nose squishing flat where it was pressed against the top of Katsuki’s ribcage.  “Not unless you detonate.” Like this, Deku’s voice had a muffled, slightly nasally quality and Katsuki felt the corners of his lips wobble with the want to smile.

Hey! So now that I feel a lil bit more confident, I had another idea (again pretty simple, but I don’t have that many complex thoughts xD)

Midoriya Izuku (again, but I love this gremlin) + Eraserhead saves him (from a villain/classmates/his family/himself, whatever you want) + quirkless Izuku AU/Izuku didn’t receive One for All

Here! I love quirkless Izuku’s fanfictions because I really enjoy how the authors are dealing with his anxious self-deprecating mindset, writing angst with it or fluff - I particularly enjoy when Aizawa saves him or talks to him about it even if he doesn’t know anything about this kid, just that he’s quirkless and in danger.

Btw! I don’t remember that you asked for a vibe in particular but if you didn’t want to write angst or hurt/comfort, I’m really sorry! My prompt is really heading in this direction, so sorry if it’s not what you want…

In anyway, have a great day, evening or night 💚💫

Author's note: thanks for the prompt! I think AUs where Izuku doesn't have OFA are really interesting and it was nice to practice writing something without a romantic focus | 500 words

*cw for reckless behavior that could be seen as suicidal

Izuku was 76% sure he could do it. He shuffled closer to the ledge of the Daiki Electric building, eyeing the distance to the alley below. 

All he had to do was catch himself on the windowsill of the building next door, drag his soles against the brick to slow his momentum, hop to the opposite wall to counterbalance his falling weight, and then land. 

Easy peasy. 

Or, maybe not easy but…

“Necessary,” Izuku murmured, bending slightly at the knees as he gathered his courage. 

Maybe it wasn’t realistic or easy or safe, but Izuku didn’t have anything else, so- 

“Nothing else?” an unfamiliar voice challenged. 

Izuku startled, tipping toward the open air and the cold, hard concrete below- a shout ripped from his throat. 

76% suddenly seemed too optimistic. 

Izuku flailed, fingertips hardly scraping brick when something soft wrapped around his middle, unyielding, and hoisted him back to solid ground. 

Once released, Izuku collapsed on his hands and knees, gasping and trembling. 

“Breathe,” the voice instructed.

A man, Izuku was pretty sure. He’d only barely caught a glimpse of them perching on the roof, all wrapped in shadow while Izuku plummeted toward the sidewalk. 

That...probably deserved a thank you, didn’t it? 

“If you want to thank me, how about tell me what you’re doing up here?” 

Izuku’s head shot toward the man, startled. 

“You’re mumbling,” he explained. 

“You’re Eraserhead,” Izuku shot back, gobsmacked. 

The man tipped his head to the side, more of an acknowledgment than an agreement. 

Starstruck, Izuku rose to his knees. “You’re so cool! You have no idea! Or- actually I guess you would have an idea, considering you’re him and-“

“Thanks, kid,” Eraserhead murmured, “but we were talking about you.” 

“Me?” 

“You.” Eraserhead gestured toward the ground. “Jumping.”

Izuku waved his hands in frantic denial. “N-no! I was training!”

Eraserhead tilted his head again and, this time, it felt like doubt. 

“I-it’s true! I- I wanna be a hero, but...the thing is, I’m quirkless, so I have to work harder than everybody else a-and how could I chase a villain in a fight if I can't even...I mean, heroes like All Might can just shoot off and save the day, you know?” 

Eraserhead paced slowly closer to Izuku, then dropped into a crouch, reminding Izuku that he was still on his knees.

Still shaking. 

“If I were quirkless,” Eraserhead started carefully, “I would think that means…weight training. Cardio. Martial arts or a long distance weapon. Both, even. Not leaping off of rooftops.”

Izuku’s breath caught in his throat, saltwater slowly blurring his vision and slipping past his lips. 

“I…I just wanted…” Izuku choked out. 

“I know, kid.” Eraserhead’s hand landed carefully atop Izuku’s head. 

Warm. Grounding.

Izuku shut his eyes in relief, still sniffling. 

“Let’s get off this roof, okay? I'll...buy you a milk, or something.”

“A-and you’ll give me your autograph?”

Eraserhead huffed softly. 

“Only if you can make me a list of things that'll keep you off of rooftops."

"Your autograph would help."

I’m rewatching death note rn and I love how ryuk, who is supposed to be above human concerns and is watching light’s life play out like a reality tv show, still saw him throw away that mini tv and was like, I can’t tell if ur cautious or just a spoiled brat 😒

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