Ranboo was fucking vibrating. It was actually... sorta nice. A bit like a massage chair. Tommy sank into the quivers, taking out his needles and some cloth to begin. Relaxing, he thread the needle and pushed it into the cloth. : My Tommyinnit oneshots book on Wattpad reeached 18k reads! This is the fic to celebrate! Canon for the bb! universe (before proposal) about like everything: i no longer like the dsmp, most of the creators are in some kind of controversy or do something terrible and i dont want to be associated to it anymore. i am proud of how far my writing has come and i know this story in particular was popular, and i am very sorry that i never managed to finish it before everything went to shit. i will leave this up because it is connected to one of my first fics and i worked hard on this, and feel it is still pretty cute. this is never to be updated again and i will not edit anything on this fic after this note.

"Hello young child." His voice was smooth, almost airy. Tommy knew not to trust it though, nor did he trust the closed mouth smile or the calming aura. Everything about this man screamed 'Trust me!' and yet also 'I have no good intentions'. Tommy Innit, village orphan and thief somehow finds himself befriending the forest creatures he was raised to fear. It's not his fault they're kinder to him than everyone else! !!!!!!!!!!!NOTICE!!!!!!!!!!! I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY AT ALL!!! ALL CREIDS GO TO KingOfTheOranges ON Ao3!!! AGIAN THIS STORY IS NOT MINE!!! THANK YOU

The crowd was loud, the roaring drowning out any other sounds around. They were all cheering for a boy with a helmet. A boy with a helmet that was basking in it all. His arms stretched out wide, jumping up and down to rile the crowd up more. He quickly put his visor up, revealing sharp blue eyes but nothing else. Those eyes were scanning the crowd before him, slightly squinted into a smile. He stomped his foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped his other foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped in a rhythm, the crowd stomping in the same. A loud drumming to a beat that was like no others. A beat that was his. A beat that was for the boy called Cherry Bomb. -or- Tommy is a motorbike racer known the world as Cherry Bomb. He quickly gained popularity along with skill. All he wanted was something to be his, and he got it. Lets just hope his family won't take it away from him. !!!!!!!!NOTICE!!!!!!!! THIS IS NOT MY STORY EVERYTHING GOES TO Blueium ON AO3 ALL CREIDS GO TO THEM.

"Vla- no, not him." Shota scowled, he would rather give up all his naps than live to see the day where Sekijiro Kan of all people became his superior. "Snipe?!" "Not emotionally available at the moment as he is currently battling his romantic feelings for Kayama-san." Shota shot back down. "For the love of god-!" "As you can see, me appointing you as principal is the only logical decision available," ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Or: Nezu goes on a week long business trip and makes Aizawa the temporary principal while he's gone, giving him all the powers the principal of UA would normally have. Aizawa, prepared to use this power to it's full capacity, silently vows to make as many changes to UA as he can in a single week. He appoints Midoriya as his secretary for the time being and together they wreak havoc among the school, showing no mercy to any obstacle in their path (And maybe becoming father and son along the way). The rest of the staff and students are left to sit back and watch as everything they know goes up in flames. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Boku No Hero Academia or any of the characters. Originally posted on Ao3 under the same username. The fanart is mine anyway so we gucci. If you know me and you saw me post this, no you did not. Turn back around and forget this existed. Once again, THIS ANIME ISNT MINE. NOT MINE. NOT MINE. NOT MINE.

Midoriya gets hit by an unknown quirk (are we sure he doesn't have a bad luck quirk?) and when they ask the person who did it, our hero finds out he'll be a mess for an entire month. From baby to merman to angry but cute, let's see how this goes, shall we? I don't own Mha or any of the pictures shown. Cross-posted on AO3.

Midoriya Izuku has always had a sharp mind. He aims to transfer to the U.A. Heroics course from the Support Course. He knows he's smart enough to get in, and he's always been gifted with making things. He just never thought his items would be of use to him before U.A. Tsukauchi Naomasa never expected a phone call from a twelve-year-old child who'd been kidnapped by villains. Who was still in the hands of villains. But he'd be damned if he let this kid die. A fic about Izuku being kidnapped by the LoV, but staying on the phone with Tsukauchi, Eraserhead, and Present Mic the whole time.