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tootiecakes234 · 4 months
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The Bet (Part 4)
Warnings: smut(MDNI)
Reader’s POV
I couldn't believe my ears. There's no way I heard him correctly, but when I turned around there he was. On one knee looking me like he was in shock. He couldn't believe he'd said it either.
"Can you repeat that?"
“I said please. Now get your ass over here.”
You could not in any way shape or form stop the self satisfied grin that took over your face.
You’d won! You’d fucking won a bet against the famous Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight!
“Y/N you’ve got 3 seconds to wipe that fucking smile off your face. You’re gonna make my dick get soft.”, he said while standing up straight.
“You know I never thought it would work. I can’t believe you caved. Our friends are geniuses!”, you said while walking over to him.
“What the hell does that mean?”, he asked you and stopped you short before you could reach him.
“Well I may have gotten some tips and tricks on how to seduce you from Mina….. and….. and Izuku….”, you whispered the names off to him.
“What… the fuck do you mean?”, there was a feral lilt to his voice that kinda scared you.
“Well Mina helped me with the look you know and Izuku was giving advice on how to go about seducing you…. He actually knows more about you than I do. It was wild how accurate his assumptions were…. Hey Kat can you say something?? You’re scaring me…” you said softly as if you were nervous any loud sounds might set him off.
“You told Mina and Izuku about our bet! And then you “seduced” me based on Deku’s advice!?! Y/N tell me you’re joking right now?!
“Ok well Katsuki you always win these things and I- I just wanted t- to…. Kat… oh fuck.”
You saw him coming toward you but there was nowhere for you to run. Now your hands are pinned above your head in one of his and his other is tilting your chin to look up at him.
“K-“, you started but then his hand was around your throat.
“You’re done talking. Understand me?”
He left 0 room for negotiation so you nodded your head and kept quiet.
You felt his lips brush against your ear and it sent a shiver down your spine before he spoke “You wanted me to break so bad and I did. Congrats….. but now,” he pressed 2 kisses on your neck before he finished, “it’s my turn to break you.”
He leaned back and you could see the gleam in his eyes.
It’s also at this point you realize maybe you should’ve worn panties cuz you were throbbing between your legs and you just might start leaking down your thighs.
He took you by the hand and walked over to his desk.
“Up.” He helped you hop up on his desk and then get sat back in his chair.
“Take that shirt off”
You quickly strip the shirt off and now you’re sitting on his desk naked and mute.
“Fucking missed this” he said as he splayed his hands on the underside of your thighs. He pulled his hands apart and in turn pulled your pussy lips apart putting all of you on display for him.
“Did you miss me?”he was looking up at you expectantly.
“Yea ‘suki. Missed you so much.” You were breathless and already breathing a little hard.
“ Can fucking tell. Pussy fucking dripping for me.” He mumbled before he leaned forward and placed a singular kiss against your clit. He then proceeded to place sloppy kisses up both of your thighs.
“Katsuki… please.”, you whimpered. He was teasing and the way you felt right now, you didn’t want to be teased
“Please what? Use you damn words.”
“You told me to stop talking now, now it’s “use your words”
“Yea and you still spoke without being spoken to…. Maybe I should leave you like this. Make you watch me while I jack off to your spread out for me. Is that what you want?”, his voice was stern and you knew he meant it.
“No. No ‘m sorry. Please, wanna watch you eat me til I come.”
“Huh… it sounds like you’re begging me now. That was fast.” , he chucked a little with a smirk planted on his beautiful face.
He moves he hand over your cunt and smacks it, “ngh, fuck”
Your head was thrown back and your eyes were squeezed shut.
“Look at me and count. We’re going to 7, first one doesn’t count.”
You straighten up to look at him and his hand is already slapping against you again.
“1”smack “ugh…2” smack smack “kat slow down, 3 & 4”
But then he was pressing a finger to your entrance and sliding it up inside you. You immediately clench around him. His face is pure concentration. Likes he’s looking for every movement, every noise.
“Mmm you can take another.” And then he pulling out the first finger and immediately slipping it into his mouth. The groan that leaves his lips has you pussy gushing.
His eyes flicked up to yours and he smiled. “Don’t be jealous. Here ya go.” He slid his finger back through your slick and then slid it into your mouth.
You made a show of licking it clean. He slipped a second one into your mouth as well before pulling them out and immediately pressing them into your cunt while they were still wet.
He set a nice little pace and you were already so tightly wound that you could feel yourself getting close. He curled his fingers and he was sitting right up against the spongy spot in front of you.
You were panting and leaking onto his desk.
“K-k ‘m close. Ngh.”
But then he’s pulling his fingers out and smacking them against you again.
“Count before I start over.”
“Kaaaatttt. Don’t be like this. You’re being mean.”
“You ain’t seen mean. Now count.”
It took you a minute to remember where you were in your count. “5” you were fully pouting now.
If this is what he calls getting even then you could bare it. Maybe. You really wanted to cum.
Smack “6”
“You’re making a mess on my desk.” And then was bending his head down and licking at you.
“Oh fuck. Yes, Kat yes.”
He was really going to town. Moaning and groaning into you.
What you couldn’t see is that his dick was out and he was stroking to you. Leaking precum all over his fingers.
You were close again but you refused to say it out loud in hopes you’d finish before he had a chance to stop.
He still knew though. You were right there and your moans were getting louder and more out of control.
He pulls his mouth away from you and all you can do is whine.
The entire lower half of his face was shimmering cuz he was covered in you. Katsuki was always a sloppy eater but he’d kicked it up a notch.
“You ready to apologize for running yer mouth?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I actually won’t even speak to our friends again. Ever. Please baby.” You were babbling. You’d say whatever you had to if he let you finish.
“Mmmm I don’t think I believe you. How you gonna prove it to me?” He was sitting back in his chair now with his hand wrapped around his dick slowly pumping it. It was purple around the head like he was ready to burst at any minute. He wasn’t just edging you, he was edging himself too. Sick.
“Let me wrap my lips around you cock ‘suki. I wanna taste you too.”
He lifted his hips and slid his pants the rest of the way down and pulled his shirt up over his head. His muscles were flexing and all you could think about was how hot your boyfriend was. So hot and all yours.
“Come here pretty girl.” You hopped down from his desk and walked between his legs. “Down on your knees” you got down and you could smell the musk coming off his him. You could clearly see the pre dripping down. He was making just as big of a mess as you.
“Do a good job and I might let you come on my dick after mkay.” He said and you could see his jaw flexing.
You nodded at him and he relaxed back into his chair while you got to work.
You started with cleanup. Licking up all the precum that had dribbled down his balls and his shaft. Then you paid good attention to the head. Suckling on it and he was groaning with his head tilted upward so you stopped.
“Eyes on me”, his eyes opened and focused on you immediately.
“Ngh… y- you givin orders n-now.”
“You’re right,” you said placing a kiss on the underside of him, “eyes on me please…” and you gave him pleading look.
“Bett-fuuuuccckk”
You took him all the way down your throat and swallowed around him. You stayed down on him until you had to come up for air.
Katsuki lifted his hand and ran it through his hair. “Shit”
You continued to lick him and moved a hand down to massage his balls underneath. “So sorry Kat” slurp, “gonna make it up to you.”
And you went to work doing exactly that. Sloppily licking and sucking at him. Kissing up and down his shaft.
His hands were gripping the handles of the chair trying to hold back from cumming down your throat.
The next thing you know his hand is in your hair and pulling you off of him. He brings your lips directly up to his and starts devouring you.
He starts pushing you backwards so he can stand up. Your arms around his shoulders and one of your hands in his hair.
He ends up backing you up against his desk before grabbing your thighs and lifting you up onto it. You immediately wrap your legs around his hips. His cock is rubbing up against your slit and he’s pressing kisses all over you.
“Put me inside you y/n”, he moaned up against your ear. You squeezed your hand in between the two of you and lined him up with your entrance and he slid smoothly up inside you one long stroke.
You were both so needy and worked up by this point that everything was uncoordinated and messy. Just doing whatever you could to get there. Kissing everywhere touching everywhere. Whimpering and moaning.
Katsuki always got so whiny when he got close to cumming. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer so he slips his hand between you and rubs at your clit with his thumb.
“Cum for me. Wanna feel y-you cum for me.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. It feels like your entire body was launched into a different atmosphere. Your orgasm was so strong your ears were ringing. Your nails are buried in Katsuki’s back and your toes are curled.
It takes a few minutes to come back down to reality.
The first thing you hear is Katsuki chuckling. You open your eyes and he’s smiling at you.
“Wh- what’s so funny”, you ask him.
“You look blissed out. Your mouth was open and everything”, he told you.
“Wow. That’s embarrassing” you mumble with a small grin starting to form on your lips.
He gave a few more quick kisses before telling you, “no more sex bets. You always come up with the dumbest ideas.”
“What the hell do you mean?? That was you idea!”
“Yeah but you agreed to it, And that was a dumb thing to do.” He started pulling you off of his desk. “Come on, let’s go take a bath.”
“Don’t you think we should maybe wipe down or something in here. You desk is a bit of a mess.”
“Not tonight. I’m gonna have to come in here and deep clean this whole room tomorrow” and you giggled at him because you knew he was right.
You guys spend the rest of the night making up for lost time.
*you told Mina about the bet the day you guys agreed to it and she told the entirety of your friends about it.
turns out there was a bet made between your friends and deku put his bet on day 2 with bakugo folding. This is why he volunteered the advice.
Everyone had Katsuki folding first but the days varied.
Deku won $2000 from his win. Split it with you for doing the “heavy lifting”
Tags: @sleepyyhabii @maddietries
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yandere-sins · 8 months
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How would yandere Deku react to the reader not talking to him and ignoring him after kidnapping her but silently crying in the night in private
Thanks for the request ♥
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♡ Deku is very forgiving in the beginning. Even though he hoped you’d be more excited upon seeing your new home that he decorated with so much love, he understands you need to get used to it. He tries to show you all the things he got for you and how he chose them to make you happy, but you ignore it all, which tugs at his heartstrings. Nevertheless, after elaborately showing you the softness of all the pillows, how to turn on the fairy lights, and all the games and books he already sorted neatly into shelves for you, he finally gets to a point where he grows quiet. Deku waits for you to do anything, but when your only reaction is to eventually take a seat somewhere, he takes it as a sign that you are unhappy.
♡ Bringing you additional things to sweeten the deal for you also fails miserably, and you seem to draw back even more. A gut feeling tells him he’s not doing a very good job, no matter how much he tries to appease you. If your new room isn’t to your liking, Deku decides to show you his devotion in other ways. Procuring your favorite foods, he puts in a movie he knows will make you laugh before beckoning you to the couch, patting the space next to him. No reaction. You can’t see his hand turning into a fist from behind the backrest. Still, his expression turns a little less empathetic every second that passes.
♡ Still, he tries to laugh it off as you being shy, maybe a little awkward. He gets it. Deku tells you all about how nervous and awkward he felt around you when you were getting to know each other as well. How this situation is new for him, too, and how he gets you—truly! However, him standing up and walking over to you doesn’t have a very calming effect on you either, your breath hitching and body tensing as you try to scurry away, even when he kneels before you, assuring you that you have nothing to worry about and everything will be fine now that you two are together.
♡ His hands are on your thighs, fingers greedily digging into your body as you watch him restrain himself from driving his palms up and down your legs. Deku keeps telling you that you have nothing to be shy about and that he feels the same way as you, but you two have all the time in the world, so you don’t need to rush into anything. His body is betraying his words, however, his touch is too curious, eyes darting to places that you don’t want him to look at, and his tongue wetting his lips as if he’s hoping to use them on you soon. Nothing is assuring about the way he undresses you with his gaze or the cracking of his voice whenever he speaks. You are prey in a trap, and he’s the predator barely able to wait for the moment to bite. But when he climbs onto the bed after you, grabbing your ankle, wrist, and waist, lifting you against him, and carrying you over to the couch, there’s hardly anything you can do against him.
♡ The only victory you get is the subtle distance between you two as you scoot to the side farthest away on the couch from him, turning your head whenever he offers to feed you. It’s hard to resist the food that you usually drool over, and he sees the effort it takes you not to eat, not understanding why. Everything you don’t take from Deku, he eats himself to show you it’s not dangerous, babbling on and on about how glad he is that you two get to spend this time together. When your eyes do glance back at him, all you see is the wired smile on his face, the subtle twitching of irritation in his expression, but it all fades into relieved and soft features when your eyes lock for a moment, Deku still hoping you’ll get back to your usual self when you see everything is okay, but feeling slighted the second you go back to ignoring and shunning him.
♡ After the day you two had, he’s ready to tug in for the night, leaving to shower and telling you he’ll be back, but he is taking longer than planned. Everything is not going how he thought it would. Aside from the irritation of feeling unappreciated in his efforts and desperate for you to open up and accept him like he always dreamed he would, he goes through a wide range of emotions that he can’t even justify in himself yet. Fear, anger, sadness, but so, so much love for you at the same time, it threatens to burst out. He ponders his thoughts for a long time, washing himself with the same products you use before returning to your room, not any wiser. As he reaches the door to your room, he comes to an abrupt halt, hearing sounds from it that he didn’t expect—crying.
♡ Deku’s heart breaks. He’s been trying so hard to make this a memorable first day. To make everything to your liking and beyond, and he failed. There’s no greater disappointment than being the disappointment, and the thought is eating him alive. He opens the door swiftly, ready to apologize and swear he’ll do better tomorrow, but the moment he steps in, the words are caught in his throat, and your crying turns into silence, making things awkward again between you two. Instead of declaring his devotion verbally, Deku decides that maybe it’s best if he doesn’t. Perhaps it helps to show you with actions, rather than words, comforting you with his warmth and affection. Spooning you from behind, you try to move away, give him space—which he chuckles at, you’re so adorable—but wherever you go, he follows until you are pressed to the cold wall, his arm around you, pulling you back so you wouldn’t have to be cold all night. Your body fits so perfectly against his, it’s agonizing, but he’ll endure and hold you until you fall asleep in his arms, safe and comfortable. And tomorrow, he’ll do it all again until you finally understand how well he means. How much he loves you and would do for you. How just one touch of yours, one word even, would make Deku put the world at your feet.
♡ One thing’s for sure: It was only a matter of time until one of you would break. You might be able to ignore him for a long time, but Deku... No matter how much he tries to be patient, Deku can’t stand being ignored for that long. You were both bombs, but his fuse was already lit by him finally acting on his desires. And when he explodes... well. You won’t like the carnage he’ll leave behind in his wake.
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izvmimi · 4 months
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cw: fluff. reader wears a dress and is in their late 30s, as is bakugou.
Despite your best hopes, you and Dynamight are late to the charity ball. Not because of anything particularly sexy, at least not this early in your budding relationship, but because traffic decided to be hell at 7pm on a Saturday evening, and while many precious seconds were lost both in his prolonged gaze at your dress and your inability to find the words to tell him how handsome he looks in his suit, there wasn’t much you could do about the highway congestion.
(You’re thankful at least that he respected your suggestion that explosions and chiffon would not mix.)
The two of you manage to shuffle in right before everyone’s finished taking their seats. Katsuki is of course seated with the remainder of the top 5 ranking heroes, and their partners, and he pulls out a chair for you to be seated, your name tag placed right in between him and Deku’s partner. She watches him slide your chair in and help you place your shawl in a safe place, then whispers something to her husband who’s smiling as he always does, splitting glances between the emcee, his wife and his flustered friend.
You try to keep your embarrassment to a minimum, and are thankful when Katsuki finally rubs your shoulders gently before disappearing to the restroom. Now you are alone, warmed in the cheeks and trying to look very interested in the opening speech. No time for introductions, but you can recognize everyone at the table even if you haven’t formally met. Izuku’s partner’s eyes settle on you again and it takes her exactly five minutes to give into finally shifting closer to you, just so she can whisper,
“You know, it’s the first time I think I’ve seen him fuss over someone like that.”
You can feel your body tense ever so slightly, but her demeanor is friendly if a bit playful. She introduces herself in a whisper, despite the fact that you already know who she is, she’s been on the television on and off for the past decade as Number One’s number one. 
“He talks about you all the time,” she adds. You smile, unsure of what to say back except that you’re thankful that you’re finally here to meet his wonderful friends.
You’re new to all of this, and in many ways, feel very much a fish-out-of-water, having lived a quiet life, single and responsible to no one except your well-loved cats. You’ve been on dates in your 20s and have long since lost your interest in the dinner-and-a-movie combo by the time you turned 30, and now that you’re closer to your 40s than you are your 30s, the butterflies in your stomach with every nervous smile or brush of your fingers Katsuki offers you carries a soft twang of embarrassment. You’re too old to be this giddy you think sometimes. 
She says nothing more to you until the speech is over, and Katsuki arrives at the same time as she turns again. Her eyes narrow playfully as Katsuki slips into the chair beside you, slipping his hand over yours on the table. 
“Kacchan, aren’t you sweet?”
He scowls at her, but his hand doesn’t move. Shoto, you can see from across the table, looks curiously at your joined hands while Izuku pulls his partner in and gently reminds her not to worry you. He’s quick to introduce himself as well with a firm but not-too-firm handshake.
“We’re so delighted to meet you,” he says. Red Riot gets up from his seat and claps Katsuki on the shoulder, and it’s loud enough that it startles you a bit, but he’s grinning ear to ear as he looks at the both of you.
“We were beginning to think you’d die alone!” he exclaims, which has Katsuki gritting his teeth. 
“Will any one of you stop acting like I’ve never had a date before?” He’s seething and you try to stifle a giggle. He hears you and his head snaps in your direction, but your smile quickly softens his look of betrayal. He scoots his chair in and holds your hand tighter.
“Act normal,” he hisses to the rest of them, and the lights dim again for the next speech while Izuku and his wife keep sneaking glances at you and giggling, huddled together, as if they are kids themselves.
You on the other hand are gleeful but keep your laughter internal. Katsuki leans in and asks you what’s so funny, but you both know.
You’d think you’d all known each other since you were kids, the way Katsuki’s friends have so easily assimilated you into the group, and it only mirrors the way you’ve always felt since you’ve met him.
That things have fallen in place, perhaps late, but better than never.
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veenxys · 1 year
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「How BNHA Boys would react if you fell in love with someone else」
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⤷ Bakugou
he would be so mad, not at you, but at him for wasting so much time to the point of losing you. and unfortunately he ends up taking out all his anger and sadness on you; which leads to a big fight where he says horrible things to you. of course he didn’t mean any of that, absolutely nothing; all he wanted was to be able to take you in his arms and take care of you the way you deserve, but he can’t say what happened to him at that moment. maybe fear and anguish had blinded him, maybe love had broken him inside in so many ways he can barely get back on his feet again.
⤷ Deku
he gets nervous to the point of not knowing what to answer. he wants to finally say to you so bad, but he doesn’t want to spoil your happiness because he knows you deserve it. so he just watches you; smiling as if you touched the stars, and the pain in his heart wishes he was that star. that he was the reason you smile so much, but he is not and he needs to accept that. his cheeks get flushed as he looks down at his lap, trying his best not to picture the two of you together, but he’s pulled out of his thoughts when he hears you asking what clothes you should wear to go out with this new person but he just can’t answer, he can’t breath, just stand still while letting the sadness invade his entire being.
⤷ Kirishima
he tries to be a ‘good friend’ and supports you; pretending to be excited when you talk about them or smiling when he see your excitement. but deep down he feels an indescribable pain. knowing that he is not the reason for your smile, knowing that he is not the reason for your racing heart or the butterflies in your stomach the way you are his. so he just stands there, letting love break him apart.
⤷ Todoroki
he can only keep quiet, trying to distract his eyes with the things around him. he doesn’t really know what to say and you think it’s just because he hasn’t been in a relationship before so he doesn’t know how to advise you, but the truth is he can’t speak; it’s as if all the words and confessions he wanted to say to you turned to ash in his mouth. so he just watches painfully as you talk excitedly about someone who stole your heart while you break his.
⤷ Denki
he is always excited to talk to you because it makes his day, you make his day. but you can see his quick change of expression when you start talking about a new person; he doesn’t want to get in your way since you’re just friends, but that’s the problem. you are just friends. he could have changed it if he wasn’t so scared or didn’t want to ruin the perfect friendship you had but now he knows that nothing will ever be the same again because love doesn’t die overnight, he will still be hurt many times before finally let you go.
⤷ Tamaki
he didn’t know he could feel so broken until this moment; he never had the courage to show his true feelings for you, and seeing you moving on like his feelings never existed kills him a little inside, but that’s okay, because he’d still die for you. he tries to be happy for you or move on, but his heart has always been yours, and always will be.
⤷ Shinsou
he is a mixture of melancholy and confused feelings, for a moment he can’t think, just feel this pain invade every pore of his being. he feels guilty for not telling you in time, now he has to see you in someone else’s arms. he feels selfish, but he wants your happiness with him, not with someone else, but that won’t happen and even if it hurts, he needs to accept it.
⤷ Hawks
he can’t believe it at first; he gives fake smiles as you excitedly tell him about this new person but if you looked deep into his eyes you would notice the immense sadness he is trying to hide. he genuinely tries to be happy for you because after all, you are best friends, he should be happy for you. but he can’t. because he doesn’t see you as a friend anymore, he sees you as the person who has his heart in hands but is crushing it in front of him.
⤷ Dabi
dabi doesn’t know who he hates more; this new person for stealing your heart, you for being so blindly in love, or him for taking too long to tell you how he feels. he pretends he doesn’t care like always, but deep down he’s so broken and in pain he can barely breathe. he feels the fire burning under his skin when you start talking about this new person; he often says discouraging things to you, like ‘what did you really see in them?’ ‘c’mon, they’re just using you’, you think it’s because he’s just overprotective, but in reality he’s begging for his words to have some effect on you and for you to fall out of love.
⤷ Shigaraki
he always knew he shouldn’t like you because he always knew he wasn’t the right guy for you. but it was so inevitable and at the same time so natural, he couldn’t hold back because when he realized, he was already falling hard for you. and now knowing that he could have done something to have changed that fate destroys him inside. he hates you. he hates this feeling you give him. hates himself for letting himself fall in love with you, even though he knows you would never love him back. and he hates this person you’re in love with because you’re too good for them or anyone else. shigaraki hates to feel his heart breaking in his chest, but there’s nothing he can do but watch you break it.
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mango-bango-bby · 5 months
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🎀🧡🖤🌙 No idea how the emoji thing works sorry. But if you can please do an werewolf Deku and his daughter with witch reader. Deku takes his sick or hurt daughter to the nearest village to get the witch readers help. Once healed she takes a liking to reader and so does Deku so he decides to make reader apart of his pack. Fic could take place before kidnapping or after. And maybe a part two that would be NSFW about Deku wanting to add another pup to the pack. Up to you and thank you.
♡ The Witch ♡
Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, single parent au, werewolf!Izuku, witch!reader, children, mentions of kidnapping and forcing reader to be a parent
Halloween Prompt: 🌙 Werewolf 🌙
Summary: Izuku’s daughter is very sick so he seems out you, a witch, for a healing potion (Yan!Werewolf!Izuku x Fem!Witch!reader)
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Dangerous, frightening, and scary were all words the village people used to describe you. But Izuku couldn’t understand how they could think any of that. Especially about you.
You were one of the most powerful witches in the enchanted forest. But you were kind, you used your power for good, often other creatures coming to you for help healing. You were powerful, kind, beautiful.
“How long has she been sick for?” You ask quietly, looking through your shelves of potions for the right one. You glance back at Izuku and his little daughter who he holds. The small werewolf girl, Isamu, coughing every once and a while, her cheeks and nose red, her wolf-like ears dropping.
Izuku was a werewolf from deeper in the forest. The mother of his child had left to be in a stronger pack, leaving Izuku alone with Isamu. You knew him a bit, he often visited you for potions even when you thought he didn’t exactly need them.
“A couple of days now…” He mutters quietly, gently brushing over Isamu’s curly green hair. You turn, potion bottle in hand. You kneel in front of him to be at eye level with the girl. You gently bring the potion bottle to her lips, watching her take a few sips.
You try to pull your hand away with the bottle but Isamu reaches out, taking you hand in her smaller one. A nervous chuckle leaves your mouth, you look up at Izuku but he doesn’t seem to care. Isamu keeps her hand in yours, clearly liking you even in her ill state.
“The potion will begin to set in soon. You’ll feel better, I promise” You say softly, your voice calm and quiet to soothe her.
Isamu looks at you with a pout on her face, bringing you hand to the top of her head, almost asking you to ruffle her hair or pet her wolf-like ears. You smile, doing what she silently asks for.
You were perfect, Izuku thinks, you’re just perfect. Perfect for him. You’re kind and sweet. You’re beautiful and strong. You’re so good with his daughter and it’s clear she likes you!
You look at him with this look in your eyes. One that makes him want to kiss you, make you his mate. Even if you aren’t a werewolf.
He lives deep enough in the enchanted forest, he could take you there. Keep you in his cave with him and Isamu. He will hunt for both of you. You will care for Isamu. You will have more pups with him. You will love him. It will be exactly what you deserve. To be loved and cared for. To have a family, a pack with him.
Yes… you deserve it. He needs to take you. He needs to love you.
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Thank you for reading, darling!!
(A/N: I’ve been super into fantasy au’s lately so this was right up my alley!! I had so much fun writing this, I hope you all like it!! And request more for this event 💞💞)
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tteokdoroki · 2 years
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sniffles. giving izuku a fashion show. squeezing into all the dresses ‘n skirts ‘n tiny shirts he bought you 🥺 squeezing his arm ‘ n pulling him into the dressing room so he can get a better look <3333
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+ warning(s): smut, mdni 18+, public sex, oral sex (f!receiving), fem!reader, fingering, face sitting, reader is wearing a dress!!
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gargles :((
izuku loves spoiling you, his pretty baby— it’s the least he could do when you’re weeks without him and he’s away on missions. something about the way you light up when he splashes the cash or flashes his black card (meant for agency stuff only but it’s you, and he doesn’t care), something about the way you smile just for him when he approves of something you want— it makes izuku warm, makes him feel proud and idolised by the one person he truly cares about.
izuku who likes to sit back in the plush seats of a chanel store changing room— dior being the one prior, a second away from purring as you slip out in dress after dress, skirt after skirt. “do a twirl for me, sweetheart.” “oh you like this one? i think i like it too.” “you’re so pretty baby, so pretty.” he praises each time, emerald eyes glued greedily together the way the fabric is caught on your hips and your chest and your thighs. making you toddle over to him every time just so he can get a better look, his usually quiet mind running wild at the thought of you sauntering around his agency in such skimpy, designer fits that he might have to tear of off you.
izuku who lets you drag him by the wrist into the dressing rooms, staggering after you even though your grip on him is barely enough to move to a fly (he’s built like a tonne of bricks stacked together with the perfect foundation). you giggle as deku lets you shove him against the opposite wall— back cooled by the glass mirror before his hungry eyes slink down to your cute little ass as you stand on your tip toes to draw the curtains. he groans, hand running through his hair when he gets a peek at your sweet cheeks.
“i…fuck, i don’t think i should be in here, sweet girl,” izuku’s breath stutters not because he’s nervous but because he wants to fucking devour you and you know exactly what you’re doing. his tongue pokes into his cheek as you wriggle the skirt of the dress up, grab at his scarred hands and let them sit at your ribs— thumbs tucked under the swell of your breast. “but oh…oh i like how this one fits.” he coos in a lower voice, when you smile and gasp and your nipples hardened under the pads of his thumbs as he rubs them from over the soft fabric. “pretty colour too, baby.”
izuku who slips the spaghetti straps down your shoulders, kissing every beauty mark or scar— revealing inches of your skin that were once covered by Forrest greens to match the pro hero’s hair. “picked it for you, you always like it when i dress in your colours, i-izuku,” the ends of your words are sighed out as he flips your positions— your back now against the cool wall though your bodies are pressed together and heated.
you gasp, he bites into the flesh of your chest. “izuku—“
“hmm, baby?” pro hero deku, the country’s shining light runs his tongue down your neck— eager fingers pulling down the front of your dress while his other hand pushes its way up the rest of the skirt.
“l-look underneath, wanna show you what’s underneath.”
so he takes a peek, strong hand that’s saved more than half the world cupping your pretty pussy like it’s the most precious thing in the world. and that’s where he feels it, the little lace that covers what little modesty you have before he pulls them right down so they pool around your ankles. “these are f’me? oh…oh sweetheart,” you’re already wet, surrounded by all these people yet trapped in your little bubble of lust and you tremble above izuku when he drags two slender digits along the length of your slit. he’s hungry now, head under the fabric and tongue lapping at you like a man deprived of the water he needs to survive. “oh…such a treat. thank you baby, you’re such a good little thing...” the words vibrate against you, sending tingles of pleasure to your spine until you’re scared you can’t stand and deku wraps his arms around your midsection to hold you up— nose nudging your clit, tongue wriggling against your sensitive walls.
you give into him, collapse into deku and rut against his face— the frills of this expensive skirt messing up his precious perfect curls while your juices dance among the freckles that are paint brush splattered against his face. fabric bunches at your hips, and you begin to unravel on japan’s most loved face like a lose thread. “fuck, baby you’re so pretty… ‘n so so, wet,” deku growls, voice now deep and husky— abandoning his sweet boy charm saved for public as he tongue fucks you and slurps on the honey that drips between your puffy folds. “fuckin’ droolin’ in this dress sweetheart and it’s not even yours yet.” glowing green eyes pull back from under your skirt to look into your own, rough fingertips rubbing sharp circles into your swollen nub.
“i want it.” you grunt, grinding down against deku’s fast pace with tears brimming in your eyes and your body doused with sweat from how vigorously you move with your partner. “please, izu…wanna, wan—!”
“want what? to cum? want this dress? how about both, yeah?” when you nod your head, izuku grins almost sadistically. he loves spoiling you, he loves how you look down at him when you’re seconds away from losing it all on his tongue— he’ll get you this dress and then ten fucking others, he just wants to taste you. so deku slurps, suckles and spits beneath your dress, slaps a hand down on your cute ass and squeezes your fleshy thighs— using his grip to drag you back and forth across his strawberry tongue as its tip draws his name and price tags against your syrupy cunt.
deku does nothing to hide your moans while you shake and finally fucking cum in his mouth from underneath the dress— your juices running in thick droplets down the insides of your thighs and down his big muscled arms. heck, deku does nothing to hide his own moans, growling into your sex, high pitched and needy from time to time as your nectar spreads across his tastebuds and his fingers sink into the softness of your flesh just underneath the fabric.
and when he’s sure you’re cleaned up (an overstimulated and with licked clean cunt or jelly like legs), deku fixes the dress against your hips and chest perfectly— pulls your panties right back up and makes you walk with him to the tills so he can purchase you half of the dresses on display.
of course, ruining you in each one later.
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angst-king · 4 months
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Beware of Mr. Midoriya
(pro hero Deku + child gender neutral child reader. CW mention of abuse, bullying, & description of bodily harm) In both his pro-hero life and regular life, Izuku is always presented as a sweet and caring man. He always made sure to never make those around him uncomfortable or feel nervous in any way. He was compassionate and sweet and so warm-hearted, many told the public that ‘besides when he’s fighting, pro hero Deku’s practically harmless, he’s just a big sweetheart!’ Even to his child he was great about staying calm in stressful situations and seemed to not have a mean bone in his body.
There was a side to him to that he always shoved down and only his colleagues knew about it. More like layers, there were 3 layers to him and they all had a different name. His old classmates were the ones to name them actually!
There was Deku, the sweet almost puppy dog-like man who’d do anything to see those around him smile. Deku would put his life on the line, he’d put aside his own needs before others in an almost people-pleasing manner. This was the side that knew how to make just about anyone laugh, the side that would hoist little kids into the air and catch them as they fell into fits of giggles.
Then there was Izuku, Izuku was a little more serious. This was the side of him that knew how to get people’s attention. The side that handled more serious villains and confrontation. Izuku could easily switch to Deku at the snap of his fingers. Izuku made plans, handled arguments, and domestic cases, and held most of the tame emotions.
Then….there was Midoriya….or well for some Mr Midoriya. Midoriya was a darker layer, a colder layer. Much like the midnight zone of the ocean, barely any light reached this layer. This was the side that held unchecked anger, trauma, and pain. Midoriya could go from quiet to almost roaring in an instant. Midoriya was hardly ever let out as Deku was pretty good at remaining dominant. He was good about not letting Midoriya out…Midoriya was a last resort. Midoriya handled instinctual reactions, the amount of profanity and cruelness could( and has) made villains cry.
There were very few times Midoriya had ever come out fully. Most times situations were de-escalated just quick enough for him to back down and relax. The first time it happened was on Katsuki actually. This was before Izuku had truly accepted Katsuki’s apology on the battlefield. Katsuki still had tendencies that he would fall back on, and Deku tried to reason with himself that ‘Kaachan was still working on himself, it takes time to be better’.
But with a headache and still running on low amounts of sleep, Deku and Izuku couldn’t keep Midoriya back. And when Midoriya comes out, the class learns that he was a beast!
Ever since that day, Deku did his best to keep Midoriya calm and to not let it happen again as…well he’s pretty sure he retraumatized the class.
Then he got a phone call while at work.
He was filling out paperwork in his office when his phone rang. Seeing that it was from the school he quickly answered.
“Hello” “Hi is this Mr Midoriya” “Yes, this is him, speaking.” “Good, are you available to come down here, we need to have a little chat with you about your child (y/n).” This confused Deku, why would that be? The school’s never called before.
“Um sure, may I ask what for?” “Well, your child has gotten themselves into quite the trouble and is refusing to accept accountability and is likely facing suspension.” Suspension! Okay, that was serious. Izuku quickly rose from his desk and tried to slip on a hoodie over his hero costume. Just like that Izuku was out, and now wondering what his child possibly could have done to deserve suspension! (Y/n) never got into much trouble unless it was something small, and it usually only required an explanation or stern talking to! Due to this, it didn’t sit right in his stomach that his kid would be punished so harshly.
Hurrying down the stairs he quickly tells the others who are in the common room of the facility that he is heading out. Seeing his urgency Katsuki got up.
“The hell are you going?” “To (Y/N)’s school, the school called saying they may be facing suspension.” Even Katsuki had to pause for a moment, he babysat the child pretty frequently, and that little one was an angel!
“Well, call us and tell us what’s up will ya!” “Yup, I will!” Speeding out the door, Deku made it to his car and almost sped down the road with thoughts running through his mind.
When he arrived he did his best to calm himself as he walked inside. Going into the front office the woman at the desk wasn’t too surprised to see him though she seemed a little worried. He saw that concerned glint on her face as he signed in.
“Where is my child-” “Ah Mr Deku there you are!” The principal greeted him, and Izuku turned to her and bowed respectfully.
“Come on back, we need to have a talk,” She said, Izuku nodded but once again asked where his child was and if he could see them.
“You’ll see them soon, once they compose themselves, now come on.” She insisted, Izuku couldn’t shake that sinking feeling but went along with it. Walking into her office, he took a seat in front of her desk and asked what happened.
“Well, I definitely expected better from the number 1 pro hero's child. I truly did, but what they did was despicable.” “What happened?” “Your child beat up another child on the playground during recess earlier, all over some notebook.” Izuku’s face turned serious, his child started a fight? He himself couldn’t fathom it and over a notebook? Izuku asked for more detail on the matter and what the principal said made him question things.
“Yes a notebook, according to the other child, all they did was want to see what they were doing and. (Y/n) snapped, pushed them off of one of the play structures rather harshly, and shoved them to the ground.” That didn’t sound like his precious angel at all! Sure he’d taught them what to do if anyone ever put their hands on them but, even during those lessons the child always seemed to be afraid to hurt anyone. The child was just as harmless as Deku!
‘Something doesn’t feel right about this….this is rather vague. I want to see (Y/n)’
Izuku grew frustrated racking his brain as to why this would even happen.
“Mr Deku, I’m sure you can see why i think suspension, may be best here.” He twisted his thumbs around as he argued with his own thoughts.
‘We need to see (y/n) something is very wrong about this. You know they aren’t like that!’ ‘Maybe if we tell her that, then the punishment will be lessened?’ ‘Are you fucking kidding! Why should our child be punished at all!? We haven’t even spoken to them yet, i want to know if they’re alright!'
Midoriya wasn’t happy, he never liked authority figures, and he couldn’t stand them.
“I-I’m sure (Y/n) wouldn’t do such a thing, really! I can’t imagine them doing something like that!” Deku tried to protest meekly, Midoriya was getting annoyed with his conscious. He hated overthinking and trying to seem sweet like this. Though maybe he should let Deku or Izuku handle this, maybe this was all a misunderstanding
“I-if you’d like I can talk to them, I’m sure they’re very sorry!” “From what I gathered that child has no remorse for what they’ve done and think crying about it will gain them some sort of sympathy. Giving them attention will only enable such behaviors.”
‘(Y/n)’s crying?’ ‘fuck it! I’m handling this myself, I’m not having a repeat of our past happen to them!’
The look on the pro hero’s face darkened, and with a sigh and a small glare he spoke up.
“Where is my child?” “Mr Deku you will see them once we’re done-” “No. You are going to tell me where my child is, now.” He demanded, the principal rolled her eyes and told him that (Y/n) was in the nurse's office. Getting out of his seat as soon as the information was given, he left the office and looked around for the infirmary. Knocking on the door before entering he hears a soft “come in” and almost freezes in his tracks at what he sees.
There his child was, sitting on the floor in the corner of the room. Tears ran down their face, and their school uniform was covered in dirt and blood. There was more blood some dripping from their mouth, nose, and head. Hands clutching their hair tightly in a panicked state as they were hyperventilating and the color in their face drained pale/ashened. He’d never seen their child beat up before but it brought up so many memories. Midoriya called out for their child who looked up like a deer in headlights and tried to scoot further into the corner…
‘Th-they’re afraid of me….’ That broke something him in, the feeling was almost indescribable. To see that his own child feared him and he hadn’t even done anything….they must think that he is mad at them…
Midoriya got down on his knees in front of the child and spoke as calmly as he could.
“(Y/n) I’m not angry at you, just please come here.” He opened his arms, an invite into a gentle embrace he so desperately wanted to keep them in. The child still shakily refused and cried out weakly.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna hurt them!” Midoriya knew that his child wouldn’t come to him. So he crawled over to them and pulled them into his chest. Arms wrapped around their smaller body lightly caressing their head and back supporting them. Shushing them and encouraging them out of their panic.
“Shhhh shhhh, Daddy’s not angry with you little hero, I promise. Daddy just wants to help you, I’m right here. No one will hurt you.” He could feel their hands shift to grab onto the plush material of his jumper. Midoriya began to rock his body in a soft back-and-forth manner to try and soothe them, this always worked after nightmares.
“I’m not mad at you, I just want to help you, little hero.” After another minute of deep breaths and gentle rocking, the child seemed to calm down quite a bit. Midoriya grabbed the first aid kit he always had in his utility belt and got to work.
“I’m gonna fix you up, I want you to tell me what happened, okay?” “Y-yes sir” With that deal made Izuku slowly began to patch them up as they explained.
“I-I tried to h-handle it like you and Uncle Kaachan told me. Don’t st-start f-fights but always f-finish them. And th-that kid hasn’t left me alone for a wh-while. He’s always grabbing my notebook and scribbling in them, or hiding it from me. I tr-tried telling a teacher about it…” “And what did the teacher do?” “She said ‘You’re a big kid, handle it yourself’…” That made Midoriya’s blood boil! What the hell was the child supposed to do?! They were handling it by telling the adults!
“So what happened today?” “I-I was on the jungle gym drawing and writing and he came up and grabbed my notebook. I tried to get it back but he shoved me into the big toy so I got back up-like Uncle Kaachan taught me- and i kept trying. He started ripping out pages and when I tried again he grabbed me by the hair and slammed my face in something…it really hurt. He didn’t stop.”
Taking in everything Y/n had told him Midoriya felt like he was gonna explode! His rage with this situation was overwhelming, he could hardly keep himself from going off in front of his child. He didn’t want to, he never wanted them to see him like this but. He couldn’t help it. He would not allow his child to be punished like he was! Oh no!
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he thought of what he was going to do.
“D-daddy” He snapped out of his thoughts and it almost seemed like Deku was in control again. He could still hear the fear in his child’s quivering voice. He smiled widely and answered.
“Yes lil hero?” “a-am i in tr-trouble?” “No my sweet little angel of course not. I’m going to…have a chat with your principal again and afterwards, we’ll go out to your favorite ramen shop. How does that sound?” Their eyes lit up at the mention of going out to the ramen shop! Nodding with glee, Midoriya giggles a little boops them on the nose, and scoops them up into his arms once again this time standing up.
“Now all I want for you to do is remember. Daddy is not mad at you, he is mad at the people who hurt you. So if i seem angry or get really really loud, it's not because of you.” His voice was almost sickeningly sweet and he promised to handle the situation. The child nods and leans into their chest as he makes his way out of the office. He walked back into the principal’s office with a newfound motivation and rage burning in his eyes.
“Sorry for the wait principal.” “It's quite alright Mr. Deku, oh I see you brought them in” “Yes, I did” “Good, so are you ready to apologiz-” “Let me stop you right there, if you think my child is going to be apologizing to anyone here you are very mistaken.” Oh and why is that?” Midoriya shifted his weight onto one hip as he held the child. The pitch in his voice dropped to a deep dark menacing tone.
“Because being a victim of not only peer-on-peer abuse but a teacher allowing this thing to happen after my child brought it to her attention numerous times is inexcusable and disgusting of you to demand!” “Abuse? What abuse? What happened was not abuse” “Abuse is treating (a person or an animal) with cruelty or violence, especially regularly or repeatedly. Do not fucking argue with me what abuse means, believe me, I know it all too damn well. And if you think that for one fucking second I will allow my child to be subjected to it or to be victim blamed. You are just as much of a villain as those i handle on the streets. I’m simply enraged that you think it is appropriate to not only allow a staff member- a teacher no less!- to let this go unchecked but to isolate my child, who i found bleeding and shaking on the floor! I. will. Not fucking allow it!” Midoriya’s voice roared, the hold on his child was tight, not enough to hurt. Not only that but one for all began to flash and the room began to dim only thing illuminating his face was energy from his quirk.
Snarling, and glaring down daggers at the woman who was now shifting nervously in her chair. He made sure that he was close enough to make it seem as if he was towering over her even from the other side of the desk. He wanted her to feel just as scared as his child had felt. He wanted her to feel trapped! This was Midoriya!
“You either fix your fucking policy or I handle you and your school in court!” He growled banging his fist on the desk.
He gave her only a second before heading towards the door, though as he grabbed the nob he turned around.
“I better get an email by the end of the day stating 1: My child will not be punished for this 2: what punishment the bully will be receiving as well as that teacher and 3 an apology for this stupid fucking so-called-meeting you brought me into. My child will also be receiving an apology from you, the teacher, and the bully. Do I make myself clear, principal?” The principal curtly nodded as they now were backed into their own corner. Midoriya smirked and finished off with.
“And it Mr. Midoriya to you”
Leaving the office he heads out to the car carrying the small child in his arms. Driving off the lot he asked.
“How are you doing little hero?” He looked at them through his rearview mirror and sighed.
“M’okay now” “Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel the fact he’d gotten to angry in front of them still ate at him. He hated to be like that in front of children, especially his own. This time it was Midoriya who apologized.
“Hey, little hero….I’m sorry you had to see all of that. You know Daddy doesn’t like you seeing me like this.” “i-its okay Daddy. We all get mad sometimes” Consoled the child, who gave their own little smile.
“Plus you were really cool back there!” “you think so?” “yeah!” “Well, I’m glad you think I’m cool, kiddo” That was a relief!
“Now let's go to the ramen shop!” “yeah!”
Oh that phone call with Kaachan was going to be interesting, to say the least!
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yanderes-galore · 1 year
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Panther’s Yandere prompts for Yandere Deku for 5.) "Manipulation? No, dear, I'm just encouraging you!" maybe Deku got the reader corned and wont let her leave till she accepts his confession (maybe he also guilt trips her but she still refuses ?)💗(also no worries , and remember to take your time and drink plenty of water )
Alright! Sorry the plot wasn't exactly what you wanted but I wanted to do a pro hero AU. Aged up as usual.
Yandere! Izuku Midoriya Prompt 5
"Manipulation? No, dear, I'm just encouraging you!"
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Delusional behavior, Manipulation, Forceful behavior, Deku not handling rejection.
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Izuku is a determined man. Even when you two were in high school, he was convinced you two would be dating someday in the future. So convinced that he kept going out of his way to charm you into loving him. He just couldn’t understand such thoughts were not meant to be.
When you two were in U.A. together, you were used to the nervous boy who followed you around like a puppy. Many of your friends joked that he had a crush on you… although it soon came to light that Izuku was being truthful. He truly did have a massive crush on you.
He hid it from you for the most part. He loaded notebooks all about you, remembered your class schedule, and sent you secret admirer letters all the time, however. No wonder he got caught so easily because he was so eager to share his feelings with you.
You didn’t mind Izuku. He was a soon-to-be hero with ambition and you respected him. You just felt life was too chaotic to get so involved with him. Even when he asked you out before graduation….
“Do you plan on going pro too, (Y/N)?”
“Well, I think I’ll stick to civilian life. I’ll be there when others need me… but going pro feels a bit too stressful to me.”
“I see… that’s fine! That just means we… won’t see each other as often-”
“It’ll be okay, Izuku. I trust you, as All Might’s successor, to protect everyone even if I can’t be there to help. Just don’t forget to visit.”
“Actually, (Y/N)-”
“Yeah…?”
“I was wondering… if you’d go out with me. N-Nothing too big! I just… I just feel I should try to express my feelings for you before we part our ways.”
“Oh, Deku….”
It was a pain for both of you to turn him down. Part of you thought it would be a wonderful chance but hero life would be stressful for the both of you. You turned him down not because you didn’t like him, but because you wanted the best for both of you.
Deku on the other hand, was crushed. You tried to explain your reasoning and he acted like he understood. Although… The hero could not let go of his feelings so easily. You thought when you graduated, you’d never see each other again. 
It turns out you were wrong. 
You saw Izuku everywhere on TV once he went pro. Everyone praised him for being All Might’s successor, and for being himself. They praised his smile and how he went out of his way to help people. It was nice to see he was doing well in your mind. Meanwhile you were relaxing at home, having grabbed a small job to make ends meet. It was less dangerous than hero work.
Since Izuku went pro, you expected he would have no time to see you. Probably a good thing you never accepted the relationship. Plus, who went to visit all of their high school friends after school ended anyways? You didn't think you were that high on the priority list. 
Imagine your surprise when Deku himself knocks on your door, smiling brightly when he sees you.
“You said to visit you, right?”
You’re both now adults, you nearly forgot that he had the hugest crush on you in school. You both had gone to different paths in life but from what you knew, were happy.
You decided to not go pro and instead live a quiet little life, getting by enough to stay happy. Izuku went pro and achieved his dream, giving bright smiles on TV and saving people’s lives. You’d think he’d be happy too.
Not as happy as he would’ve liked, it seems.
You two caught up, talking about how life went. Although you noticed how Izuku’s tone shifted as he looked at you. Was he upset about something?
“Are you doing okay, Deku?”
His face heats up at the affectionate nickname you give him, looking away from you. Even as an adult and a star he still manages to get bashful and shy. You still had an effect on him to this day. 
“...Remember when I asked you out?”
You smile and laugh softly, embarrassment flooding through you at the memory.
“Yeah… I still think it’s for the best that we decided against it. You’re so busy now.”
“But I’m not happy….”
“Huh?”
“I’ve always thought of that day since I became a pro. I think I would’ve been happier as a hero… if you were there to support me.”
“Deku… I didn’t know I made you feel that way.”
“(Y/N)... I want to try again.”
Izuku smiles at you, cheeks tinted a light pink while he looks at you hopefully.
“I’m not busy, and I can tell you aren’t either! We… We can try it now, right?”
“Izuku… no, I can’t-”
“Why not!?” The pro hero panics, scared to have his heart broken again.
“I can’t bring myself to feel the same, Deku-”
“But think about it! I can provide for you, I’ll promise to visit you often, are you scared of all the cameras? I can ask them to tone it down around you-”
“Izuku.”
You snap him out of his rambling and sigh.
“I just don’t feel the same.”
He looks to be on the verge of tears at this. He’s been waiting to ask you again for years…. You have to feel the same! He loves you too much to just… let you go.
“Just one date…” He sniffles. “I promise I’ll be good for you! I’ve been studying the things you like and asking around to try and visit you and-”
“Izuku… What the hell are you talking about?” You narrow your eyes. “Don’t manipulate me into this, this should’ve ended years ago.”
"Manipulation? No, dear, I'm just encouraging you!" Izuku cries, standing up from his spot. You watch him, glaring at him before gesturing to the door.
“Can it, Izuku. I don't want to talk about this. Everyone confesses, many get rejected, end of story. No need to be so obsessive-”
Izuku grabs your hand, looking at you longingly. You’re now the one panicking now. You've seen what his power does, both in high school and on TV.
“N-No… please. I can't sleep when I think of you. I only ask for you to accept me once… t-then I’ll leave you alone, okay?”
“You’re manipulative and forceful…”
“I don’t mean to be!”
“Let me go.” 
“(Y/N), please!”
“I mean it…!”
Izuku reluctantly lets you go. You pull away and take a deep breath. Never meet your heroes, right?
“(Y/N)....”
“Leave my home, I gave you my decision.”
Izuku frowns but nods softly.
“I’m sorry….”
“I don’t care.”
Izuku looks at you one last time before leaving your home dejectedly. He was too caught up in his delusions to consider how you felt. Even now, however, he can't shake the thought of you from his mind.
While you calm down and continue with your normal life, Izuku watches you from a window. Perhaps he rushed things… he needed to be more careful next time.
Izuku was determined to have you fall for him someday. Every time he smiles on TV, everytime he gets interviewed and asked questions, every time he saves people… he does it while thinking of you. You are so very special to him… even if he’s forceful about it.
He’ll have you give him a chance someday…
He just needs to be patient and not ruin it like he did this time.
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unidentified-ending · 7 months
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"Out of the Shadows"
Part 4
Guys, this might be the last one, if not then part 5 definitely wil be so, stick around for the next one :D
Tw: violence, injuries and (harsh?) transphobia. Not for the easily upset
Aizawa and Class 1a x ftm!bullied!reader
Before we start, I just wanted to say thank you all for the likes and follows, it may not seem like much but I really appreciate it. Thank you for supporting my work
And with that being said, let's do this
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"I think you'll want to see this" It was strange for Katsuki to be quiet so something serious must of happened Aizawa thought so he walked outside and closed the door behind him.
He widened his eyes in shock.
"What...What happened?" He said, looking at your limping form on Izuku's shoulder.
"We're not sure. According to the nerd (Deku) one of Minato's friends, Kyou, called for him and me to go to the locker rooms and we found Y/n lying on the floor, nearly unconscious" Bakugo explained.
"It wasn't even that bad, it was just a little miscommunication that led into a fight. Im literally fine.-" You said but Bakugo shouted
"Well what the hell was all your lunch, stationary and other stuff doing all over the ground huh!!"
"Alright Bakugo and Midoriya, thank you. I would like to talk to him alone. Midoriya could you please hand out the worksheets to everyone? Do what you want just dont cause much trouble. Y/n can you walk?" Aizawa concluded.
"Yes, but I think my foot is injured" You said while Bakugo and Midoriya walked back into class, all your classmates asking them questions before they walked filly into the class.
"Alright, let's go to recovery girls office, she'll heal you." He said as he walked by your slightly limping figure.
Once you guys got to recovery girls office you sat down at one of the beds.
"Alright, please tell me what's going on. I need no lies at this moment forward" He said seriously, looking at your nervous eyes, waiting for some answers.
You sighed shakily but finally gave him the truth
"Well, these kids have been bullying me, since the day I saw them. They've been picking on me and hurting me. I know I've been keeping this a secret. I'm sorry" You say, tears starting to well in your eyes.
"It's ok, let it out I'm here" he said as he stands up to hug you, you grip onto his hero costume like its the last thing on earth and sob in his shirt until you calm down, sniffling and red-eyed.
"It's alright, I've got you. Recovery Girl will heal your foot, get some rest kid. You need it" He said after you calmed down,
"Y/n, we will get these kids expelled. For you. For all the victims"
You nodded and climed into one of the beds, you couldn't resist the cozy comfort of the bed and quickly fell asleep, in a matter of minutes.
You woke up and it was evening, you could see it through the big class windows which were shining through a yellowish orange glow inside.
"Good evening dear, your teacher left a note for you. Its just by your side" recovery Girl said as she noticed your were awake.
Your foot had been healed though you felt very tired, she handed you the note that read
"Hey kid, come to the dorms as soon as you can. Your classmates have something for you"
You sighed and got ready to leave, your bag and your belongings beside the bed you were in. You said your goodbyes to recovery girl and left the room, wondering hat your friends and classmates had done for you.
You were so drifted out of your thoughts that you never noticed Kyou who accidentally pushed passed you. "Sorry dud......" when you saw who it was you froze.
"I'm not gonna do anything to you, I need to go" he said rushing away in a hurry, you had so many questions for him that were unexplained but he just ran off so you saved it for the next time you saw him.
You were so lost in your thoughts, again that you didn't realise you ran into someone else, two people. When you tried to apologise, the only word your mind could conjure up was
"shit"
Minato and Haruki.
As soon as they saw it was you, Minato slammed you right into the wall. You really couldn't catch a break..
"What the fuck did I tell you, you fucking freak" Minato said as he opened the door to an empty classroom and threw you in there.
"You stand guard and get Riku to come with weapons. Im finishing this now" He said, eyes glinting with rage and malice, his true intent was to get rid of you.
Forever.
"Please man, I haven't done anything to you."
"Your existence alone is enough reason to make your life miserable." Minato said and Haruki added on from the side
"Pathetic. Trying to fit in won't change what you really are. A girl, A female. A woman"
Your heart shattered into a million broken pieces as the reality of what they said sank in. It was true, that's all you were. After years and years of trying to fit on and be a real man, just shattered over a few words.
He threw you at a table and desk and you slammed right into it, your body aching with pain. He lifted you up and slammed you back down on the ground, the nerves in your back shooting all the way to your brain.
He then towered over you.
You felt the cracking of bones and the gush of blood as the punches rained down upon you, your face becoming a grotesque battlefield of pain and blood.
The ringing in your ears just wouldn't stop.
Just then Riku, Asahi and Kyou walked in.
Riku's eyes glinted with mischief as he reached into his duffel bag and pulled out a collection of bats, one for each person. With a sly grin at you, he started handing them out, creating an unwatchable atmosphere in the room.
"I want him gone"
Ahhhh, cliff hanger. This is the 4th part.
I kind of got lazy with this one considering it's 3:18 in the morning so forgive me if any silly mistakes were made.
The final part is coming tomorrow, or today so stick around for that
And remember:
Always drink water and eat something, You deserve it :DD
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vimara00 · 3 months
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Hi everyone, it's Vi! ✨ Today I decided to write something with the trope "she fell first but he fell harder" because I can. Also, I wanna wish u a Merry Christmas!!! 🎅 🎄
Hope you enjoy! ❤️ (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language 🙈)
Pd: It's gonna be a part 2
All characters reservations to Horikoshi
Warnings: jealousy
Too blind to see (Kirishima x F!reader)
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Kirishima and y/n have known each other since birth as both of their mothers were friends. They dreamed of the two of them getting along and, in an ideal future, getting married and giving them grandchildren, but it was too early for the last part. They became inseparable and did everything together; They went to the same kindergarten, same high school, and even managed to enter the UA. However, because of y/n "sanation" quirk, she was at another class. But that wasn't an impediment for seeing each other every day. And when she wasn't with Kirishima and his friends, she would be helping on the nursery as part of her training. Her mentor, Recovery girl, always said that she'll take her place when she retired, so y/n needed to work extra hard if she wanted to be able to save heroes' lives during battle.
Kirishima was y/n's number one fan; she was his muse, his rock, and his 'best friend' while for her...he was way more than that. She was in love with her best friend and came with the realisation, at a very young age, that he didn't see her as a potential partner so she kept her mouth shut for all this years, scared of rejection.
However, lately, Kirishima's been more protective than normal; At first, she thought it probably had something to do with the LOV's recent attack, but certain actions made her think otherwise...
The other day, Deku came in with new injuries, and because he was a regular patient, he talked a lot with y/n while she treated his wounds. They became very good friends as she was one of the few who knew of OFA. Kirishima hadn't noticed how close they were till he came in later that day to check on Midoriya and found them siting next to eachother (shoulders touching and being VERY VERY close for his liking) reading and talking about his notes. He was standing at the door annoyed by the scene happening in front of him, and suddenly, a new sensation came with it, one he couldn't put into words, but it felt similar to fear. Of what? He was yet to find out...
He decided enough was enough and entered the room, making his presence known. Izuku might have noticed the intense look Kirishima was giving him cause he tensed and moved a little so his body wasn't touching hers at all; He knew that, even though the redhead was such a great guy, when it came to her, he sure as hell would beat someone up just because that person looked the wrong way (Midoriya has seen it many times). Y/n didn't think much of it as she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and kept doing some reports that Recovery girl has left for her. After she was done, they left so Izuku could rest, but not before she gave him a quick hug and said their goodbyes. Kirishima was rather quiet all the way to her doorm, and once they arrived, he said 'You are really close with Midoriya, ah?' 'Yes, he's a really nice guy! He comes almost every day so he's my favorite patient by now' His face turned into a frown to that and respond 'Is that so?' He hadn't stopped looking intensibly at her, and it was making the e/c girl nervous. <Why does he sound like he's jealous?> The girl was wondering when suddenly, he grabbed her forearm gently so her body was now facing him. His eyes were no longer on her but the floor, and he whispered 'I don't like you being that friendly with him. I'm supposed to be the one who receives your hugs and the one you tend their wounds of!' He paused for a few seconds and finally looked at her as he continued 'I don't like sharing your attention or you affection. I know it's selfish but lately, when I see you with others, it hurts and it annoys me...I feel kind of left out and I don't like it one bit' Someone would of assumed this 'sensations' Kirishima was having were of pure jealousy or envy because of the threaten of her finding someone else and that this might have been his confession but no. He's convinced himself, and her, that it was his mission as a 'big bro' that he needed to be sure the guy she settled for was a nice one. That night, both of them went to sleep with a huge weight of their hearts. Y/n because she realized that nothing has changed and that she'd always be his friend no matter how cute she dressed or how mature she acted, she'd never be his first option. As for him... He felt his chest tighten at the thought of her being with some other dude.
The next few days, he did everything in his power to not let Midoriya or any other of his friends near y/n, but he couldn't control everyone for too long, could he? It wasn't long enough until UA most handsome guy, had to pay a visit to the nursery and even took the chance to invite her to endeavors agency to work with them. She was very excited to tell him about what happened and that she accepted their offer, but Kirishima had to pretend that he was happy when he actually was feeling sad)?
Since then, mister cute face has spent too much time with her and did everything together; from eating lunch to going on missions alone and then having dinner at his house (Midoriya and Bakugou were there too but still) The redhead was going crazy to say the least. However, he began to wonder if these emotions were similar to the ones a brother would have for his little sister or more like a boyfriend would have for his girl. The word 'jealousy' came along with those thoughts and so he understood why he got so annoyed and anxious whenever she was with someone else or how worried he got by just the idea of her having a boyfriend or even marrying someone; marrying someone who wasn't him. He was in love with her! All this time, he actually thought he was doing the right thing by being protecting her from praying eyes but he was just keeping her to himself instead. He realized how mistaken he had been and needed to make his intentions clear for her even if she rejected him. He just needed to find the right time
....
Part 2 in a few days 😉
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sallage · 5 months
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An Unexpected Fight
The Unexpected Fight Series
Part 1
Warning: This is a tickle fic!
Summary: After "Winning" the sports festival years ago, Bakugo saw an opportunity to redeem himself in a student organized 1v1 circuit, where he faces off against Aya.
Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Aya
Words: 5,510
Reading Time: 22 Minutes
A/N: Here is it! Part 1 of The Unexpected Fight series! I will admit, it was hard to rewrite this one and I'm not satisfied with it, but hopefully the rest will fall into place. Enjoy!
Read more ∘₊✧ Here ✧₊∘
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A malicious grin slithered across Bakugo’s face.
His eyes flashed across his challenger, who was seated on a bench deep in thought. Her hands were in her lap and she seemed to be entirely focused on what she was doing, eyes closed in quiet meditation.
Bakugo was currently taking part in a student organized 1v1 circuit, particularly because of his “victory” at the sports festival from years ago. Each class was competing separately, and the winners of their respective groups would fight one another in a series of battles until only a single victor remained. As the blonde who had defeated his class was now getting ready to fight the other winners, Bakugo could not be bothered to even remember the name of the victor currently fucking around on the bench. He stood and waited for the match to start, not particularly concerned with whatever trick this feeble-looking woman could pull.
Bakugo exhaled a confident and arrogant scoff, doing a side lunge to loosen up and prepare for the upcoming fight. His thoughts were filled with various combat strategies, trying to decide on the best course of action for a quick victory. 
“Kacchan!” 
Bakugo's mood immediately shifted when he heard a familiar, shrill voice slither into his ears and knock around annoyingly inside his head. From the corner of his eye, his gaze landed on Deku, who was racing toward him like a green bat out of hell.
 “Hey, Kacchan! I know you’re busy getting ready, but I wanted to tell you something about-” 
Bakugo huffed obnoxiously, not bothering to hide a twisted and annoyed expression. “You think you can tell me something I don’t already know, nerd? Take a hike.” 
“But it’s about Aya’s quirk, you’re not going to expect-“
“I know a hell of a lot more than you, Deku! I don’t give a shit about what your damn strategies are! Fuck off.” 
Deku didn’t move. Instead, he rubbed the side of his arm anxiously. Bakugo’s eyes locked on the nervous movement like a shark, growing one hundred times more impatient with each passing second. He could tell that Deku was debating on either insisting or letting it go, probably mumbling up a fucking storm in his own head As much as Bakugo would have loved to watch the nerd explode from overloading his own mind, he just didn’t have the time.
“Well, hurry up and spit it out if you’re just going to fucking stand there. I don’t got all day!”
Deku looked back up at him and before he could lose his nerve, he came right out and asked. “A-are you still ticklish? Like from when we were kids?”
Bakugo froze. He would have cracked his neck if he whirled on Deku any faster than he did. “Huh? What the hell kind of question is that?”
Deku bit his lip, already regretting his approach. “It’s not- I mean, if you are-”
“Shut up.” Bakugo smoothly rose from the stretch and strolled up to Deku, getting in his face. “I grew out of that childish shit ages ago, got it? Now get the hell out of here before I blast you for wasting my time!”
“Kacchan please, I-its important- I mean, I just found out-“ 
“I’m not gonna say it again!” Bakugo grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “Take the hint, you moron! Get lost!” Bakugo gave Deku a firm shove, not enough to knock him down, but enough to get his point across. Midoriya stumbled and stared at Bakugo with wide eyes filled with irritation, gripping his own fists tightly in anger.
“Fine.” Deku closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. His emerald orbs softened into an expression that Bakugo almost didn’t recognize.
Pity.
“Good luck, Kacchan.”
With that, Deku turned and walked away.
Bakugo maintained a steady, unyielding gaze as Deku left, irritated that he had been pulled away from his preparations by such a weird and unnecessary distraction. He returned to his routine, pushing out Deku's interruption and any impact it had on his train of thought. Finally, a pair of ringing chimes alerted him to the start of the battle, at which point Bakugo confidently stepped onto the designated platform, his body filled with the vibrant energy and thrumming anticipation.
He stared at Aya from across the arena, his expression shifting to annoyance as he spotted her small frame and emotionless stare. Her curly hair coiled past her shoulders like winding trails of black smoke that rise from flames. Her cinnamon hued skin was riddled with healed over scars and trauma, one particularly curious one started at the back of her ear, wrapped down the front of her neck, and disappeared with a winding stretch underneath the collar of her shirt. Her eyes were wide and golden brown, like the afternoon sun shining through a glass of whiskey. 
He gave her one of his maniacal smiles. “You sure you wanna do this?” He unfurled his fist, letting powerful explosions slip through the cracks of his clawed hands, but his overcooked smugness faded slightly when her eyes refocused on his.
In one second, he felt the dynamic of the entire fight shift.
The vivid brown in her eyes disappeared, completely eclipsed in black, shining in the darkened emptiness of her pupils like a dying star before its collapse. There was something mischievous behind them that Bakugo couldn’t grasp, like an inside joke between friends that he wasn’t in on. Alarm bells instantly clambered around inside his head as he now began to question what the hell her quirk was. 
Shit
Ding!
Without hesitation, he used an explosion to propel himself into the air, before angling his body and firing himself downwards like a missile. The force generated from the blasts carried him forward with incredible speed, aimed directly towards her. With his extended hand, Bakugo launched a rapid barrage of explosions and without pausing to see if any of the blasts hit, he landed back on the ground with a heavy THUNK, and triggered one final explosion, causing the arena to tremble and shake with a deafening boom. The ground underfoot cracked and splintered from the force of the blast, and the heat generated by the explosion lingered briefly, filling the area with a fiery glow. Sparks and smoke covered the entire battle field, but through the thickness of it, he frowned. Lifting his hand from the lose ground, he looked at it, then looked around, dumbfounded.
She fucking dodged it. 
How the hell-
“Pssst.” A whisper behind him made him start. 
He whirled, but she leaned back, avoiding his sparking fist. She took advantage of his momentum and pushed his shoulder with the flow of the punch, causing him to stumble and flop onto his back. Bakugo let out a frustrated growl, quickly getting back onto his feet with a swift hop.
Aya stood in front of him, hands casually slung in the pockets of a hoodie she pulled over her uniform. Her eyes were half closed, sporting a bored and uninterested look. She waved away the smoke in her face, eyes locking on Bakugo.
He snarled. “You’re dead, freak.” 
He raised his arm. Explosions popped and flashed brightly through the smoke, lighting up the foggy area like a chaotic, flickering light show. He was about to end the fight in less than a minute when he suddenly gasped and slammed his arm by his side, the explosions in his hand dissipating in a cloud of black smoke. As quick as the feeling came, it disappeared. Keeping Aya in his sights, he quickly searched for anything that may have caused the unusual tingling sensation he felt under his arm.
The corner of Aya’s lip tugged upward.
Bakugo gifted her with a dirty look through narrowed eyes. Lifting his arm, he prepared to shoot out explosions again, but just before they started, he felt that strange, tingling sensation again, only this time it was more intense, like a worm or something was wiggling wildly against his armpit while fingers were spidering and poking down to his ribs. He shouted in startled surprise and shoved his arm hard against his side, his second hand automatically reaching under his arm to grasp whatever that was. Once more, he felt nothing, and his grip closed around empty air.
“The hell?” Bakugo looked himself over before his gaze fell on Aya. She tilted her head to the side and raised her eyebrows, an expression that read, "Do you get it yet?" 
“What the hell's going on here?" Bakugo's voice conveyed an obvious and palpable sense of frustration.
Aya's unbothered expression and overall demeanor could only be described as casually smug. She stood there with her hands in her pockets, treating the situation like it was nothing special, in a way that only added to Bakugo's frustration and growing embarrassment.
“Give up.”
Bakugo’s eyes grew wide. “What?”
“Surrender. Cry uncle, whatever you prefer.” Despite her neutral expression and tone, Aya's confidence rivaled Bakugo's, a show of strength and assurance that the mysterious girl held her own against the explosive fighter. “Give up.”
Bakugo huffed in disbelief and slowly assumed his classic fighting stance. “If you think I’m giving up without a fight,” He lit up explosions from both of his hands this time. “Then you’re dummer then you look, you frizzy headed freak!”
Her expression never changed, as if his insults were nothing but whispers in the wind.
“Why are you still standing there?” Bakugo gathered his explosives. “Fight me!”
This time, he changed up his strategy, releasing the explosions before his arms even moved, shooting them above his head, and chucking them toward her. Each explosion was condensed and rapid, flying at her with speeds faster than anyone could blink. The concentrated blasts would be impossible to block, and should cause her to be thrown back and knocked off her feet. 
The arena quickly filled with smoke as a few rushed and rouge explosions crashed to the ground, causing smoke to billow upwards and obscure his view. Bakugo was just about to blast himself over to Aya to deal the final blow, only to pause after seeing her clear some of the smoke with a causal wave. She was exactly as she was before, with the only difference being her slight movement to the right.
Right when their eyes locked, his surprise was cut short by the sensations that washed over him, causing him to nearly choke as he gasped and clutched his abdomen. His eyes widened as he stared down at his stomach, which felt as if a pack of fingernails were lightly scrabbling up and down on the surface of his skin, beneath his clothing. He grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled it to the side, revealing nothing but the smoothness of his skin and the groves of his abs. Even so, the sensations persisted. Bakugo's eyes flashed to Aya, where she gave a knowing, condescending nod.
Bakugo cursed, feeling a new sense of urgency as the reality of the situation quickly sank in. Aya's quirk seemed to possess the power to manipulate his nerves or his brain, to the point of inducing physical sensations that were not actually there. It was as if his sense of reality had been hijacked. The sensations on his stomach grew stronger, the nails slowly and interchangeably scratching at his skin expanded outwards, teasing the waistline of his pants and the sides of his toned belly. He clenched his hands into fists and his face twitched.
Instead of giving him a dignifying fight, she was playing with him.
This is exactly what Deku was trying to tell him. 
That puny bastard.
Aya noticed his mind working. She raised her eyebrows and nodded slightly towards the small crowd trying to gaze through the smoke, silently asking him if he truly wanted to go through with this in front of everyone.
Bakugo bared his teeth. “Listen here, if you don’t wanna get fucked up-”
Aya put her hand up. "You're out of your league here. Give up and I wont embarrass you.” 
Bakugo froze, his mouth set in a sneer as he stood firm in the face of Aya's challenge. There was no way he could give up, especially before anything even happened. Bakugo tried to recall the last time he was tickled, the memory bringing him all the way back to elementary school. He knew that he might still be a little ticklish, but enough to become incapacitated and unable to fight? He highly doubted it. The whole concept sounded incredibly ridiculous to him and it brought the confidence that he needed back to his face in the from of a cocky smile. If this hag was going to try to tickle him into giving up, she had another thing coming. 
As the crowd waited patiently for visualization to return, Bakugo lit up some more explosions in his hands, finding strength in his confidence.
“That kindergarten bullshit doesn’t work on me, but you can fucking try!” Bakugo blasted himself upwards, rising high above Aya to create space between them. He hoped that the distance would make it harder for her to use the quirk so if anything, he could take her out from the air. That plan was immediately thwarted when he felt a flurry of light finger scratches scraping rapidly against his sides. He growled and sent another barrage of explosive blasts down towards her, trying to push her back and give himself time to figure out how to gain the upper hand. Distance didn’t work, so maybe-
“AH!” 
A sudden burst of fingers rubbing, scribbling, and squeezing in his armpits forced an unrestrained squawk out of him, causing him to abruptly halt his ascent to shove his hands under his arms. It felt like there were three hands in each armpit, One set of thumbs kneading torturously at the bottom, another set of fingers scribbling endlessly in the center, and another hitting an impossible angle right at the top tendon where his bicep connected with the top rim of his underarms. Each hand rotated spots and techniques, maintaining a constant and inconsistent method. Caught off guard by the sheer numbers and intensity, Bakugo folded in on himself, elbows clamped to his sides. Choked laughter hiccuped in his throat, and even high in the air where no one could hear him, he struggled not to make a sound. His eyes widened when the fingers suddenly grew nails, causing him to go back on his pledge and splutter, his mind momentarily overwhelmed by the sensations of manicure-inspired torment.
As the ground grew closer, his chances of landing safely rapidly declined. The initial attack subsided halfway through his fall, but each time he lifted his arms to take control of it, the tickling would start again and he’d be forced to slam his arms back down. Finally, he had no choice but to keep his arms up and as he did so, a harsh and rapid squeezing sensation from all three sets of hands caused him to accidentally launch himself past his desired landing spot and across the field with a loud bark of laughter.
Bakugo slammed into the ground, his back taking the brunt of the impact. He had no time to pick himself back up before he felt the nails and fingers of Aya's quirk scribbling against his neck, collarbones, and even his shoulders. The sensation wasn’t nearly as strong as before, but with each scratch and scribble, he felt goosebumps spread along his skin. He rubbed at his neck as he stood, but the effort was useless. He groaned in frustration, stretching out his shoulder in time to see Aya, who had taken the small trip to meet him at the corner of the field. 
Izuku watched with concern as the smoke from Kacchan’s explosions continued to shroud the fight between he and Aya. Even though Kacchan acted like a total jerk, Izuku still felt the need to protect him. Midoriya didn't think it would be easy trying to warn the angry blonde about Aya, but he didn't imagine it would be that difficult. After receiving insider information from one of Aya’s classmates, he raced to find his childhood friend, hoping he could at least get a few words in before being kicked out or ignored completely. Unfortunately, he was hardly able to get a few words out before the other hit his boiling point. 
The warning had been given to the best of his ability, and that was all Midoriya could hope for at that point.
Aya's personality was well-suited to her quirk, which specialized in the manipulation of physical sensations, allowing her to impose and replicate almost any kind of sensory feeling on anyone she could lay her eyes on. Her quirk, coupled with her lack of empathy and remorse, unpleasant upbringing, and strong distrust of anyone she meets, made her a very scary and dangerous person to face.
Aya knew that her quirk, while powerful and insidious, would not be allowed in the tournament without some degree of restriction, as openly torturing students into resigning using pain and bodily harm was grounds for disqualification. Her creativity and outside-the-box thinking allowed her to find a whole new way to play, one that would prove incredibly effective. Her creativity and resourcefulness paid off, allowing her to beat her class and take the crown through her unique, unorthodox, and innovative use of her quirk. 
“AH!”
Suddenly there was a break in the mist. Izuku’s head tilted up, watching as his friend clamped his elbows to his sides and doubled over, face scrunched in effort. Midoriya bounced his leg impatiently when Kacchan let himself fall right back down. 
He sighed. 
No matter how the blonde treated him, he still wanted to see him succeed.
“Bastard!” 
Bakugo struggled to contain his sounds of discomfort, biting the inside of his cheek to maintain control over his twitchy reactions. The fingernails were beginning to spread out, from his neck and shoulders, down to his chest. He felt them teasingly brush over his pecks, the outer edge of his underarms and the inner sides of his ribs near his stomach, sending violent shivers down his spine. He held back the impulse to slap and claw at his body, feeling like there were bugs ticklishly crawling around underneath his shirt. He flinched when he felt fingers start to lightly and tentatively, intermittently squeeze his lower ribs and scratch at the edges of his belly.
“Y-You scared to actually fight or something? Ss-stop this stupid shit!”
Aya shook her head like she was disappointed. “Give up.”
He would rather die.
“Fuck off.” He sneered. His body was stiff with effort, and he closed his hands into tight fists. He cursed himself for not even being able to keep his arms up long enough for an accurate blast, or to save himself from a fall. Unless he wanted to become a blabbering incoherent mess on the floor, He needed to think of something.
His thoughts were interrupted by a harsh squeeze to his flanks, to which he reacted with a closed mouth groan and a quick bend to the side. “Fuck you! This is what you use your lame ass quirk for? Did the others tap out because you bored them into it? How the hell did you get this far with this weak shit? I’ll kill you and throw your damn head in the ocean.”
Aya’s amusement faded. “Last chance.”
“Fuck you and your chaAH!”
Bakugo spluttered and contorted his face into a pain induced expression, biting his cheek so hard, he tasted blood. He pushed harsh air through clenched teeth and pursed lips as he felt thumbs digging into his hips, rubbing the bone in agonizing circles. He felt stupid little girl giggles building up in the back of his throat but he quickly swallowed it. The worst part was having to stand there as it was happening, the blonde refusing to move and show any kind of weakness as he was getting the shit tickled out of him. He moved his arm slightly to the side, hoping to sneak a small explosion that would at least create some distance between them, but the flurry of tickles attacked his armpits again causing him to yell out and shove his elbows against his sides once more. Aya rolled her eyes at his efforts.
Bakugo was running out of options, and he realized that he couldn't just stand there and let Aya control the fight. He had to make a move. Quicker than she could react, he raised both arms, this time keeping them up when the flurry of fingers attacked, and blasted a sloppy round of explosions towards her, squeezing out a only few small, concentrated rounds before a crushing sensation closed in around his neck, like a steel bar randomly dropped on it. He stumbled backwards, hand gripping his throat before he tripped and fell hard on his back. As soon as his back hit the ground, the feeling on his neck lightened, but he felt his arms and legs prickle and give out, as if they had fallen asleep. He tried to move his arms, but it felt like they lost their integrity, only twitching in response.
Aya walked into his field of vision, a red and angry looking welt shone on her leg, shoulder, and chest, the wounds looking considerably bad under her singed clothes. Bakugo’s eyes flashed with recognition. 
He finally fucking hit her! “I hope that stings, hag.” He hissed.
 The look on Aya’s face went dark. "You're lucky we're not somewhere else, or I'd really be torturing you."
Her face twitched and Bakugo felt his limbs grow heavier, as if they were made of led. He grunted and struggled, able to buck his hips, move his elbows and knees, but even with a tremendous amount of effort, his arms and shins only lifted slightly. 
He grunted. “What the actual-” 
She leaned over him, so her face was directly above his. Her eyes were as black as they appeared, soulless and deep. A few drops of blood leaked from her shoulder, dripping down next to Bakugo’s head. 
She clenched her jaw, eyes flashing with sadism. “I’m not going to stop until you piss yourself or pass out.” 
Bakugo only had one second to register that sentence before hell unleashed on his body. 
He screamed as an immediately intense ticklish sensation bloomed on his stomach. It felt like fingers, nails, and brushes were all attacking him at the same time. The nails scratched at the top of his stomach right underneath his ribs, each individual finger nail on two hands scratching in small circles, following the downward slope of his ribs.
Another pair of hands scratched and kneaded his abs, using deviously sharp nails to trace and outline the prominent groves. Two nails, one on each side, scratched that horribly sensitive spot right at the corners of his stomach where it connected to his sides.
Fingers squeezed the area at his lower belly right above the waist line of his pants, hitting a sweet spot directly above his hips. Brushes scrubbed torturously on the pads of his abs and on his outer stomach, a rouge pair venturing out to tease his sides and slip over towards his back. The brushes that left the pack, used the very tips of their nonexistent bristles to tease his lower back at the spot where they connected to the outer part of his flanks. Even worse, the sensation spread without respite to the source, winding about in unholy circles. One small nail circled around his belly button, occasionally dipping into it to scratch at the inner walls at random.
He was able to hold still for for all of one second.
Bakugo slammed his head back against the ground so hard, his vision doubled. His shoulders lifted as much as they could from the ground and he shook his head back and forth. His face grew red and his eyes squinted shut. His breathing escalated and he pushed it out in one long breath, punctuating the last few seconds of it in an animalistic growl. His reaction was majorly grunts, curses and growls, the occasion shout and laugh disguised as a cough when the any of them honed in on a sweet spot. No matter how hard he pressed his back into the ground, the brushed persisted.
“FffffFFFFfffffFFHFHFHFHFFFFF-” 
Aya’s eyebrows rose mockingly in a surprised look. “Hm. That technique usually has everyone kicking and screaming.”
“MMMGGGHHH!”
Bakugo was sweating. The tickling he felt all over his stomach and lower back never dulled or tapered off. It stayed consistent, seeking out the worst spots to focus on. A pair of nails found that the jelly fishing technique at the center of his stomach made him writhe. A set of brushes found that interchangeably poking their bristles underneath and along the waistline of his pants made him buck. A pair of hands found that dragging their long nails slowly up his sides while wiggling them slightly made him desperately try to pull his body upwards, so they did that over and over and over again. His twitching and head banging evolved into bucking and desperate pulls at his limbs as the sentient and bogus tickle tools learned more about his body and manipulated it. He had never felt anything this torturous in his life, and God, he wanted it to stop.
And it only got worse.
Bakugo’s body seized when he felt fingers start to climb his ribs. The urgency in his struggling increased, involuntary yelps and muffled laughs slipping past his tight lips. He arched his back and spluttered, losing his composure more and more with each rung the fingers climbed. He pushed his head up so he could look down at his body. His eyes darted over the exact spots he was being tormented, but there was nothing to show for it. He tried again to move his arms, the effort monumental and pointless.
“FFFHMHMHMHMHM!” 
Aya was saying something, but he couldn’t hear any of it over the war he was fighting.
The fingers suddenly switched up. Instead of scratching, they started rubbing and kneading into the bottom half of his ribs, causing him to jolt and buck. Giggles escaped freely in the form of closed mouth humming, occasionally slipping through the cracks in his lips in the form of pained laughter. Aya leaned in closer, her small fingers wrapping themselves around Bakugo's wrists. With a slow and delicate movement, she lifted his hands up and positioned them by his head, his fingers twitching as he tried to resist. He realized that Aya did this not because she needed access, but just to make him feel as exposed and as vulnerable as possible. He hated himself for how well it worked.
Then he felt three pairs of hands attack his armpits. 
His mouth and eyes shot open, appearing as if he was laughing even before the sound came out.
“FFFFFFFFFFAHAHAHAHAK! AHH! AHAH!  FAHAKING SHIHIT! GAHA- GAHAHAD DAMN IHIHIHIT! NAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!”
Aya nodded. “Thats more like it.”
With his arms strained from the constant pressure he was exerting on them, Bakugo felt the fingers pressing and rotating into the grooves of his ribs, following the bones all the way to his back. He began to flail and thrash, bucking his hips and shifting his body from side to side. Bouncing his knees and flapping his elbows. Bakugo knew he looked absolutely ridiculous, he didn't care at this point.
“WAIT WHAIT WAHAHAHAHAHAHIHI- AHH! OHHOO MY- GAHH! WHAHAT THE FAHAHAHAK IS THAHAHA?!” 
He felt hundreds of thin fuzzy tentacles slither under his shirt, caressing his twitching body and hitting the little spots the fingers and brushes weren’t focused on. He felt them slither over his entire back, hitting a largely sensitive spot underneath his shoulder blades, running up his spine, squirming on the back of his neck, and wiggling over his collarbones. He felt them slither maddeningly over his flanks, making him buck and throw his weight around. He jolted hard when he felt arms wrap around him from behind and slowly massage his upper ribs. Bakugo shook his head rapidly, voice cracking when the hands used four finger to start a light massage dangerously close to his death spot. 
He was in hysterics, so when he literally felt hands slip underneath the waistband of his pants to attack his bare hips and thighs, he immediately dissolved into silent laughter. The fingers dug into his firm thighs, his laughter reaching soprano levels when they squeezed his inner thighs. Thumbs kneaded right into the crease where his legs bent into his hips, and another pair of thumbs drilled into the tendons that connects his inner thighs to his crotch. 
It was maddening. He tried to squeeze his legs together, tried to pull down his arms, tried to protect his back, but he couldn’t. The moment his feet came under attack was when his laughter turned silent for the second time.
Brushes scrubbed up and down his soles, while another pair scrubbed the tops. Each toe had its own pair of mini brushes as did the balls of his feet. The fuzzy tentacles swarmed all over and around, slinking in between his toes and wrapping around them like toe separators to constantly nuzzle back and forth, occasionally reaching down to attack the stems and upper balls of his feet.
Bakugo no longer cared about winning. The constant teasing and mocking he would undoubtedly have to endure for giving in was the farthest thing from his mind. He just wanted out; he needed it to stop.
Black smoke rose from his hands, but he was too hysterical to notice.
“GAAAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAH! OHOH- O-OHOHOHOHKAHA- OHOHOHKAY! FUCKINGOKAY STAHAHAHAHAHA!” 
But she didn’t. She didn’t even speak. He opened his eyes, but was blinded by tears.
 “I’m not going to stop until you piss yourself or pass out.” 
There’s no fucking way she actually meant that. No fucking way.
The torture didn’t cease.
“AH! NO! SHIT SHIHIHIT SHIT! NO!” 
The fingers massaging his upper ribs finally slipped into the little space below his armpits and right above his ribs. 
His mind went blank.
“NONONONAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! HAHHAH AHAH! NOHOHOHHOT THAHAHAHA- GAAAHAHAHAHAD! PAHAHAHAHAH- PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA- I CAHANT! I CAHANT FUCKING- NAAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHHAHAHAHP! GEHEHEHT OOAHAHAHAHAHFF, YOU BIHIHIHIHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Tears flowed down his face like rainwater over river rocks. The additional, continuous tickling behind his knees, along with another pair of hands squeezing his death spot proved to be too much for his already overloaded mind to bear. A massive explosion surprised them both, completely overwhelming and blinding him even through his closed eyelids. 
The release of the overwhelming torture was like a building being lifted off his chest. He took in the air greedily, sucking in breaths as if he had just done a twenty-foot dive into the lake. He rolled to his hands and knees, the suddenness of it all was enough to make him feel dizzy and sick. The area around him was covered in soot, and the ground was blackened and flat.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Aya and did not hesitate, immediately chucking a large explosion at her. She dodged it, twirling and dodging with ease as her eyes turned to focus on him.
NO!
Bakugo braced himself, but nothing happened. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched her frantically try to wave away a cloud of smoke that wafted in front of her.
His jaw dropped.
Before he could think of the entire plan, he locked eyes in Aya’s direction and aimed his palms to the ground in front of her. He let out a series of explosions and a thick smoke screen swirled around both of them. 
Bakugo couldn’t even see his hand in front of his face.
He charged towards Aya, using his explosions to create a cover of smoke. Before she could see him again, he barreled into her, both of them falling to the ground. Aya got up first, and desperately tried to wave away the smoke around them, her eyes searching for him. However, Bakugo had already built up a huge blast of energy, aimed right at her chest. The explosion knocked her backwards and she slammed violently into one of the benches at the side of the arena. When the smoke partially cleared, Bakugo saw that she continued to lay there.
Unconscious.
He won.
The arena was silent, before loud applause and cheers filled the room in celebration. However, he was in no mood to accept praise. With his hands resting in his pockets, he turned away from the few students gathered near the entrance, heading to the door. As he walked out, he could see his classmates seated just a few feet away, Deku in the middle as the rest cheered and clapped. Bakugo's expression blank, completely numb. His body was weak and tired, and it was all he could do to remain standing and make his way back towards the dorms.
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Part 2
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loversdelusions · 2 years
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Villain Deku if not maybe mafia Katsuki au where he falls for his favourite waitress who works at his favourite bar or cafe?
♡ Villain Deku: Café ♡
Hurt/comfort(?)
TW: Blood, injury.
Ask pt 2: Mafia Katsuki
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I will do Mafia Katsuki Later. I am sorry if this is a bit disjointed I wrote half of it a few months back but could only finish it now. I'll get back into my flow in a bit. I might rewrite it later.
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It was Eden. How else could one describe it? Walking through your garden, laughter, cute awkward dates s the exquisite smell of fresh baked goods, and of course, most importantly, Coffee. It was not only you, everybody flocked to your Eden because of its life, because of all of the happiness that envelops everything this café creates.
Even now, in your haven, you could feel the familiar snake, slither through its grace, around your legs and beneath you. Crawl up your spine in nerves, discomfort flooding your muscles.
No... No, it was nothing short of danger. It was those damned green eyes again. They followed your every move. As if you were those files he studied daily in your Eden. Yet he sat there, empty-handed, dressed in casual clothes.
You didn't like that you'd have to take his order. A sigh was all it took before you shuffled your feet to where he sat; the strange feeling growing in you as you approached. You didn't miss the way his eyes roved your body as if you were the special cobbler you had baked earlier today. Butterflies growing in your belly, you tried snapping the notepad loudly to rudely awaken him from his thoughts, even though you knew his heated gaze had never left you ever since he had taken a liking to your establishment. Though this wasn't such a subtle look like you were used to.
"Sorry for the busyness of the café today," Your sharp sigh moulded into soft modesty, attempting to excuse your lateness. "The usual?"
His eyes had trailed down to his fingers, which toyed with the metal links holding his rings together in a web, gazed at you with a tilted head. The quiet stare allows sweat to condense onto your neck, the lack of response unnerving you a tad bit more than usual. He wasn't a very quiet man, usually. He was a smiley person, but this... Strange.
He was usual, and he'd always been a bit cartoonish with his exaggerations, and dramatic hand gestures. You found his childishness quite charming in the middle of the chaos of such a busy workplace, there was something so entertaining about him, that you found yourself waiting for him.
It felt different when he gazed at you, though. When you weren't close to him when he wasn't talking, you could feel his gaze, broiling your skin, as if it were tree branches scratching you, suddenly you didn't feel like you were a nymph in your haven, a human in angelic embrace.
You felt an apple, hanging in the branches.
But there really wasn't any reason to feel this way. He was sweet, charming, so child-like in his innocence that there was no reason for the hair on the back of your neck to stand, or the shaking of your hands however slight. So you pulled on a smile, when he ordered you tried to be quick, you didn't know why he made you so nervous.
Your friends didn't make it easy, either, insisting that it was because you liked him. You must've, right?! Otherwise, what was it? What would make your heartbeat so hard? Or make you stumble through your sentences with sweat on your brow? It was a crush! You must be head over heels!
And his eyes still followed your step.
You shook your head slightly, pushing away thoughts like that away from your mind. There really was no reason for this, maybe you liked him a little bit, or so everyone was convinced you were; But that did not take away from your ability to keep the peace and do the job you love so dearly. Especially when he smiled softly at you, "Definitely, you're so sweet to remember."
You rolled your eyes, giving him a smile, "You know we love you here. How can I not remember my favourite customer?"
You didn't realize what had been happening around you. You didn't know the impact of his presence around you. Regulars who'd playfully flirt with you disappearing, bodies of people you knew finding themselves underneath rubble during villain attacks, too wrapped up in your little dream to realize the nightmare brewing outside. You may not have been aware of you.
But he was aware of you.
Only when your Haven felt... normal, did you feel the strange tingles on your spine again. Not the same way that he made your skin bust with delicious electricity, it felt empty. All of it felt empty.
You'd look around for him but he wasn't visiting you any longer. No snake to threaten your Eden, no green-haired man to smile so genuinely at you and blush at every sweet word you send his way. You didn't expect to miss him all of a sudden. You'd even kept the shop open late at night, waiting at the stand looking at the doors awaiting him to burst through for his late-night coffee runs. Even if you knew that your neighbourhood was becoming increasingly dangerous lately.
But nope. He had not come for you. You didn't think too much of it, or at least you tried not to, you asked around at first, though no one could tell you anything of him, no one seemed to know who you were talking about at all.
Until the late-night closings, you'd pushed farther than was allowed served you who you'd wanted.
A curly green-haired giant of a man, sweet, tired laughter falling from his lips while he clutched his side tightly. You would have been elated. Had he not been dripping blood all over your floor. Your gasp echoed in the empty café when the door shut closed behind him, bloody handprint marking the glass. "Freckles?"
He'd refused to give you his name, then it was strange but endearing. Now, as you rushed to his side, it felt slightly embarrassing. He looked at you, the swirling emerald glinting in the fake candlelight, "Hello, gorgeous... Sorry to drop in so unexpected."
It would have been sweet had he not been wheezing his words out. "We need to get you to a hospital!" Your frantic voice was raising in volume, he shook his head slowly, obviously dizzy, and dropped his arms around you.
"No...Hospital..." You hadn't realized he'd fallen unconcious until you felt his entire weight thrown onto your undoubtedly tiny self when in comparison. There had been no way in hell you'd have been able to hold him had he been half as small. Now? You cursed lowly as he toppled over you, trying your best to hold yourself up though it ultimately ended up with his mountain self ontop of yours, face fallen in the crook of your neck.
Rom-coms made it all so romantic and angsty, though the most angsty part of this interaction had been you attempting to pull yourself from underneath him while feeling his sticky warm blood soaked your clothes and onto your skin, slipping multiple times as the pool grew more and more.
You yourself were lucky to be born with a quirk useful in healing, though it was nothing compared to actual hospitalization, You tried to heal his wounds, pressing the wound— After a year of trying to flip him so you could actually inspect it, you'd done a crude job, but he was bleeding less. You had ran to grab the bourbon that you'd use to make coffee's Irish at times and popped open the bottle. "This is going to hurt," Your voice was soft in the still, warm room.
You tipped your head up and gulped down some of it, cringing at the taste as you poured it onto his wound. He made a noise. At least that was good.
Then his eyes began to flutter.
You were quick to place his head upon your blood-soaked lap, trying to lift his head and give him some water. You'd been quick and precise when you were healing him, though your mind sounded like the grinch doing yoga with the absolute panic that was zipping through you. "Come on, come on, please just drink."
His eyes half-lidded and clearly lightheaded, he allowed you to pour the water into his mouth, but you ignored the water pouring from the corner of his mouth, the moment he'd been done, he looked up at you. In the soft candlelight of the café, he looked absolutely beautiful and had he not bled through your hardwood floor you would have liked to appreciate the sight a bit more.
It didn't occur to you how angelic you looked. The light formed a halo around you in his blurred gaze. He was tired, he was sure he was bleeding out, but he could only look at you, and the fact that he couldn't sit up and kiss you.
"My angel," He mused softly, though you thought it ironic at that moment, you did not realize how true it was to him.
"Is anyone coming to help?" You tried to sound comforting, not knowing how to reply to him at all. You would have to call an ambulance eventually, right? He relaxed your mind, nodding softly.
"You're worried." He hummed, and it made you smile through your slow tears.
"Of course,"
You thought he was delirious, as he continued to murmur the same, over and over again. You placed your fingertips onto his lips to calm him, though you cursed yourself for not being able to wash off the blood before doing that.
He didn't mind. Kissing your fingertips, he felt an absolute euphoria that even the highest amount of morphine could not provide.
It worried you that he practically purred at this. Maybe you should be concerned that he seemed to love that you were covered in his blood even more.
It would have worried you more if you knew what he really wanted to say at the moment.
I love you.
A million questions burned through your mind, but you couldn't say anything, the words falling from your lips at the sight of the soft content look on his face. So you stayed. You cradled him and helped his comrades when they came to take him with them.
Then you sat there. In a pool of his blood. Wondering what the absolute fuck just happened.
You, sweet angel, were his. You didn't realize at that moment, with his blood around your fingers, his eyes had only seen a ring on them. You didn't know you were his from the moment your eyes met the day he entered your little Eden.
Because the Devil doesn't bargain. He takes what is his.
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justpeaxchy · 2 years
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Stay.
Izuku x reader oneshot
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{ I was listening to the song "Stay" by tkl and I can play it so many times help 💀. But I came up with this little drabble <3}
| A little bit of angst but a fluffy ending<3 |
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Izuku knew what grief was. He knows what depression is and what it can do to a person. He knows what it's like to be treated like dirt. He also knows what it's like to need someone.
He told himself once he got in UA he was going to be a changed person. He told himself he can get stronger and become the number one hero.
But the one thing he couldn't get a full grip on no matter how hard he tried was his emotions. He knew he couldn't change the fact he's an emotional wreck sometimes and he hates how it hasn't changed yet.
Why couldn't he be like the other students at UA? Let alone the ones in his class? He often compared himself to others and it didn't help him one bit. He told himself to keep getting stronger.
Just keep getting stronger. Keep pushing yourself.
His positive affirmations soon turned to toxic ones with unreachable standards. Why couldn't he just simply reach them? They were right in front of him and he couldn't grab ahold of it!
"Stupid Deku. You'll never be the number one hero!"
Just a quirkless wannabe.
Izuku sighed and practically slammed the pen down on his desk. The dorm room was eerily quiet but his mind was echoing thousands of words he couldn't handle. Was he going to have another breakdown over something so small?
"Hah... Maybe I am the 'crybaby.'" He remembers some of his classmates calling him that. Only as a "joke" of course. And he wanted to believe it. Oh, how he wished he wasn't so sensitive to some words. It never really got to him like this before. Sure, it may have stung a little but never had it actually taken him to this stage. Not for a while.
Before his thoughts could torture him any longer there was a soft knock on his door. Izuku was forced out of his overthinking and grudgingly got out of his seat with tired eyes. He didn't expect anyone to come knocking on his door out of all the people in the class this late.
To his surprise he was glad to see the person standing there. For a split second the voices in his head seemed to quiet down. You were in front of him and slowly glancing at his figure. You immediately noticed the bags under his eyes and his hair, which you always wanted to run your hands through, in a mess. More than usual.
"Hey, izu... do you think I can come in? I'm sorry for suddenly barging in here so late it's just-"
Izuku started to stare at you more intently. His gaze seemed far, not paying attention to what you were saying. The nickname you gave him since childhood always did something to his heart. Despite all the times he's heard it. He thought something was wrong with him.
"Izu..? You there? Damn can you answer the door while sleeping with your eyes open?" You looked like you were genuinely questioning if he was awake or not and he had to shake his head, quickly welcoming you in with a nervous chuckle.
"N-no! Heh, of course I'm not asleep... yet!" The open notes on his table only confirmed you were right about the gut feeling he was still up. It looked like a mess but you didn't mind.
"I'm sorry but why did you say you were here again? Did something happen? OH NO DID I FORGET TO GIVE YOU THE NOTES FOR THE ASSIGNMENT -"
"Izuku! Calm down! That assignment isn't due until Friday no need to panic just yet. It's only Monday after all..." You knew izuku could ramble. A lot. But if you trusted your gut feeling again it felt a little... off. First the exhaustion his face held when he first answered the door and now this?
"Well if I'm being honest. I just came to see you because I couldn't sleep very well. Based on everything from your desk I'm assuming you couldn't either..?"
Your question left the male with slightly wide eyes and a flustered smile. "Uhm... yea I guess I couldn't really get... comfortable..?" He realized how stupid he probably sounded and sighed for the 100th time that night.
"Hm... you know if something ever happens though I'm here to help, right? No matter what it is."
It was quiet for what felt like hours. In reality it was only a couple seconds but izuku had to pause and slowly look up at you again. Did you know what was happening to him? He knew your quirk and it wasn't any mind reading by what he could tell.
Then again this always happened. Even when you were kids. You knew him best just like bakugou. He sometimes hates it. Sometimes.
He lightly snorted and looked back at the ground. "Is it that obvious again?"
You nodded knowing he wasn't looking but he embraced the action even so. "What's wrong? I won't push you into telling me... even though I practically stormed in here-"
You realized your actions and felt the guilt start to creep in. You often sneaked into izuku's business or mental health to see if he was okay. Boundaries was just another thing you needed to work on despite him always saying it was alright.
"Oh no! Don't worry about that! I'm honestly glad you came because... maybe I have been possibly.... overthinking..?"
And that's where your thoughts of guilt were thrown out the door and he knew it. Your deep sigh and the way you looked at him spoke that you knew you were right. You were most likely always right when it came to him. You knew him and practically all his flaws.
It almost drove him to a breakdown once again. Right there on the spot. You always knew how to help him and how to cheer him up and he always felt like he was using you for it. Using your light and joy for himself and stealing it from you. He tries not to ask for your help a lot but it gets difficult when you're always next to his side. Beaming that smile he adored since he was just a child. He always found it unique. Like a diamond in a stack of needles. He couldn't get enough of you.
And this time he didn't hate it.
Without thinking izuku launched himself at you and wrapped his arms around your figure. Slowly caving in to your affection that was always waiting for him in times like this.
"M' sorry... I can't be ... strong enough i-"
"Izuku. You're strong enough for anything and I know that for a fact. You are enough and you're doing so great. You know that? Don't doubt yourself... Please."
Your hand was brought up to his hair in a comforting motion, leaving him to softly cry on your shoulder.
"It's okay, zuku... We'll get through this together okay?" You lifted his head up gently and looked him directly into his puffy but beautiful green eyes. You always admired them. You found yourself staring at him in class when he wasn't looking just to catch a glimpse of how they shined despite doing loads of paperwork.
"It's okay to cry. We all do it. It's normal." You chuckled a bit, staring at how he sniffled and squeezed you slightly closer.
"Y/n.."
Izuku took a deep breath in and thought about what he was going to say before letting it out.
"Thank you... I can't express how much I need you. Just to be here in this room is enough for me if I'm being honest.."
His hands flinched ever so slightly before he continued.
"... I love you so much."
Your small giggles brought life to his heart. The voices in his head were only yours now and what you had just said. No longer the ones that tortured him but your comforting words and your appearance alone.
"I was waiting for you to say that, you big dummy."
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happyk44 · 8 months
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Man, one of those AUs where the HPSC demands that Pro Heroes (or certain pros) have kids to ensure that they pass on their powerful quirks. Most pros do end up having families but there's Pros like Bakugou who have zero interest in any of that because their career is their focus
So by the time Bakugou is in his 30s and in the top three, constantly alternating with Deku and Todoroki (and Momo a couple times), the commission is getting on his ass about having kids.
If he won't settle down, fine, they'll hook him up with someone to fuck and he doesn't have to be involved at all.
Bakugou despises the thought of being a deadbeat. Or having a kid out there he doesn't know. He'd fucking bite the chord and ask one of his friends. But they're spread out all over the country with their own lives and families, either current or planned and he has no interest intruding in their lives to save his own ass.
The Commission gives him a year. He tries to date. It's hard. He's always been bad at it.
Emotions and shit are difficult. Hooking up at a bar is easier, fucking someone and leaving in the morning, but he's not gonna thrust a random pregnancy onto some drunk fling.
So he's coming up on a year with no luck and a headfast refusal to ask his friends for help, drowning his sorrows in whiskey and trying to consider what it would be like to be a single dad.
Or co-parent with a potential stranger.
If the commission will even let him keep the kid. They might have the surrogate pop out the kid and hide it away in some secret facility somewhere.
Ugh.
"Don't you have an early patrol tomorrow?"
Bakugou snorts into his glass and leans back to eye Aizawa who slides into the booth easy. It's a secret little speakeasy Aizawa introduced him to years ago. Well, introduced Shinsou to, who dragged Bakugou along one night after a nasty mission together. It's quiet, populated but not crowded. The alcohol is good and no one ever stops by for an autograph.
"The Commission wants me to have a kid." He locks his head back and stares at the ceiling. "They're threatening my license if I don't agree. Gave me a fucking year to find someone but if not-"
He growls under his breath and chugs the rest of his drink. When he signals the bartender for another, Aizawa rolls his eyes and snags the drink before it can get to him.
"Drinking is not the way to solve this."
Bakugou glares at him. "Says you. you've never had to fucking deal with this shit. A bunch of uppity assholes wanting to milk your dick for future profits." He scowls then laughs under his breath. "Well, not your dick."
Aizawa levels him with an unamused look. "I would certainly need to have one first, wouldn't I?"
"How'd you even get past it anyway?"
"Who says I did?" This time Bakugou gives the unamused look. Aizawa shrugs. "My Quirk has never been the flashiest thing. And I helped with the development of quirk canceling restraints. And agreed to teach the new generation of heroes-"
"And expelled half of them," Bakugou mutters into his empty glass.
Aizawa ignores him. "Anyway, not everyone gets targeted. There are metrics behind who they do and don't pick. Most heroes hit by those metrics have long since started family planning by the time they're your age. So there's not much to push on. Unless they're you."
Bakugou swears at him half-heartedly and then sinks into his chair. After a moment, he asks, voice croaky and nervous, "Do you think they'd let me keep it? The kid?"
Aizawa's eyes are dark and quiet. Bakugou wants to curl inside himself and cry. The silence is deafening, hanging heavy.
"I don't know," Aizawa says eventually. The words crowd against Bakugou's thoughts and drown him.
He'd never really wanted kids before but.
If they were his, he would do everything he could to take care of them. He's hit number one enough times to feel comfortable pulling back a little if he had to. His parents would certainly be happy to help.
He could do it.
If they let him.
But Aizawa's gaze is painfully neutral and he knows they won't. They'll take his sperm, throw it in a dish or stick it in some rando and that'll be it. His hands shook of the responsibility.
He wants to scream. This isn't fair! Why couldn't he just wait until he retires and adopt some scrawny argumentative twig from foster care or something? Experience a Disney movie moment or some shit.
Why did it have to come from him and why now?
"You could impregnate me," Aizawa says and Bakugou chokes on his own spit.
"What?"
Aizawa's face remains passive when he speaks again and Bakugou wonders if this is a dream. If he passed out drinking whiskey and is now slumped on a seat, dreaming about his teacher offering to fuck him.
"I never got rid of my ovaries," he says. "Estrogen is good for bone health. And there are quirks out there that can replicate a temporary uterus for the extent of a pregnancy if need be. Besides." He shrugs. "Eri has wanted a sibling for a long time now."
"How do you- what-"
Aizawa sips at the drink he stole from Bakugou. "My doctors like to keep me up to date on all the latest in reproduction technology and quirks."
"Why?"
"Did you think my adopting a six year old meant I wasn't interested in having a family?"
Well, he had him there. Bakugou leans back. He feels more sober than he's been in hours. "Okay. So how would it work?"
"Coparenting obviously. We'd work up custody arrangements and-"
"No! I know about that shit, obviously, but-" He licks his lips. "How would you want to… do it? Surrogacy? What?"
Aizawa pauses. Then, "You should fuck me."
Bakugou is not drunk enough for this conversation. He holds himself back from screaming and breathes slowly through his nose. "Explain your stance."
Grinning wryly over the rim of his glass, Aizawa teases with a gentle, "Remembering your anger management classes, I see."
"Just shut up and explain your reasoning. I mean. You're already missing the equipment so why would you-" He crosses his arms and finishes with a little huff.
"I'm missing the "equipment" as you put it because I had to do a lot of sketchy shit working underground and didn't want to come out of it pregnant at 23," Aizawa replies dryly. "That doesn't mean I've never wanted to get pregnant."
Bakugou sucks his teeth.
"Besides, we'll both have better luck with keeping our child if I actually carry it. Knowing the Commission they already have someone they think is perfect for you lined up and they likely won't accept a surrogacy option if it means they can get their ideal Quirk mix." Aizawa leans across the table. "So are you interested in my offer or not?"
Bakugou shoves an angry hand through his hair. "Yeah, yeah. I'm interested. Fuck." He sighs and tries to calm down. "How long will it take you to get your shit together? I have another two months before I'm jacking off into a cup."
Snorting, Aizawa scratches the back of his neck. The motion nudges the loose bun he'd done up until it's partially spilling over his shoulders. "Mmm, I could probably get my doctor to help me out by end of next week."
It's too fast and somehow not fast enough. Bakugou is teetering off the edge of a pounding heart and not sure if any of this is real. But nonetheless he pulls out some bills and slides out of the booth with a, "Call me when it's set." He slaps the money down on the table. "I'll see you then."
The rest of Aizawa's hair cascades down over his shoulders. It looks soft. Smooth. Bakugou is almost tempted to run his hands through it but refrains.
Aizawa smiles, easy, and says, "I'll see you then."
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au where link runs a daycare and one day as he's waiting with all the kids during pickup, this guy he's never seen before comes in asking for a kid, and the girl runs up to the guy and is like "uncle revali!!" all happily but link is like "you're not the parent that normally picks her up, how do I know you're not trying to kidnap her 🤨" and revali gets all pissy like "duh, I'm her uncle and I'm just picking her up this one time bc her parents are busy🙄" and so he has to show like id verification and confirmation from the parents that he's authorized to pick the kid up from daycare but whatever, link is just glad that this was a one time thing and he doesn't have to deal with the guy again..
until! revali keeps coming back to pick up the kid (I still dunno why so don't ask me). and link and revali keep talking to each other, and revali realizes how well link works with kids and link realizes that revali is just very protective of his niece and he loves her a lot 🤭
ok but have you ever seen ted lasso because revali is LITERALLY roy kent like.. idk how to describe it if you haven't seen the show but roy kent curses a lot and has a bad attitude, but it's just out of love and what his circumstances required, and he's sooo sweet with his niece!! anyways that's 100% revali idc
crow this au is so cute 😭🤍🤍 i have not seen ted lasso but i will take your word for it bc that sounds very revali-like 💪💯
do you think link would want to have initially pursued childcare as his career? i feel like he wouldn't have even considered it as a possible career choice until having a Awakening™ like imagine link is a nursing student at first because he knows that the job brings in good money, and he's doing clinicals in a pediatric ward for a shift when a crying kid and her very anxious father come in. turns out, she's broken a bone after a nasty fall and link's clinical instructor assigns link to work with her. at first, link is nervous because this is the first time he's ever worked in the pediatric ward and he's never really worked with little kids before so he's not sure how to approach the whole situation.
but then link gets to talk to her 🥺 her name is aster, she's seven years old, and she wants to become a dancer! the reason why she's in the hospital in the first place is because she was trying to do a dance move she learned in her classes, but she spun too hard and landed really badly on her wrist 🥺🥺 link nods because he relates, he too loved to dance as a child, and he still dances a little in his free time (while admittedly is not a lot because nursing is kicking his ass). he shares this with aster (minus the getting his ass kicked), and the whole conversation calms her down enough for his instructor to start leading them over to the x-ray room to get a proper diagnosis of the broken wrist. the whole time they're doing the x-ray, link and aster just keep on talking about what kind of music they like to dance to, their favorite dance moves, etc. and they get through the x-ray with no issues!
the injury ends up not being too severe and they won't need to do any surgical procedures (aster's father medda is very relieved at this point), but they do have to realign the bone in order to put it into the cast and have it heal properly. dr. deku (link's instructor) says they'll have to use a local anesthesia, and when aster asks what that is, he explains that they have to inject her with a needle and the poor girl pales.
internally, link facepalms (dr. deku isn't very good with dealing with kids, is he?) and he tells aster, "hey, it's gonna be okay! you wanna fix your wrist so you can go back to dancing, right? but we have to give you the anesthesia so that your wrist won't hurt too much when we put it back where it's supposed to be." it comforts her a little, but she's still quiet and wide-eyed about the needle, so link kneels in front of her and keeps talking. "i know it's scary, but i promise, the needle will hurt less than when you hurt your wrist. you're so strong and brave, it's gonna be like nothing! and if you let us fix your wrist, i'll teach you one of my favorite dances when you're all better. how does that sound?" slowly, aster physically relaxes, nodding quietly. and link smiles. "that's it! i'll be here to hold your hand if you get scared, okay?"
so they inject the anesthesia, correct the bone position, apply the cast, and it all goes smoothly! aster squeezes link's hand once during the injection, but she puts on a brave face and link tells her he is very proud of her :) dr. deku finishes up the procedure and talks to medda about at-home treatment, insurance, etc., while link talks to aster telling her she was very brave and that she's going to heal in no time :> before they leave, aster gives link a hug (with her non-broken wrist arm lol) and tells him, "thank you for holding my hand mr. link. i was scared for a little bit, but you helped me not to be!"
and that's kind of the moment that link is like. Wow! That was really cool and i think i would like to work with kids! he ends up really enjoying his time in the pediatric ward and he eventually graduates with his nursing degree specializing in pediatrics, but when it comes to actually getting a job... link doesn't want to do nursing anymore 😳 he wants to work in childcare 🥺
so after graduating, link looks into how he can open his own daycare but there's. a lot going on. you have to get certifications, go to orientations, get licensing and look into zoning if you open your own facility, not to mention the supplies and resources he would need, it's just so much :(( so link decides to get a job at a local daycare first, that way he can save up money and get the experience working with kids to make sure this is what he wants to do and it is ✋😭 he has no more doubts, this is for sure what he wants to do in his life, he just luvs taking care of little kids he is so hashtag mother
link spends a couple years working to save money to build his own daycare and one day he does! he finally opens the 'second sunrise' daycare on hateno street. his sister zelda becomes the manager/receptionist, while her gf mipha ends wanting to work there because she loves kids too! she loved raising her younger brother sidon so she has a natural affinity for childcare which is exactly what link needs to run this place >:] it all works out and the daycare becomes moderately popular with many families leaving their children at the second sunrise daycare, their children always well taken care of <3
now. here's the actual revalink part. HAHAHAH sorry i got super invested in how link would have gotten into childcare
molli is one of link's favorite kids to take care of at the daycare. she's a very sweet sleepy kid and likes to sit with link to tell him all about the stories and fairytales her grandfather used to tell her about before he passed. her father harth is the one who drops her off and picks her up and at first, the dude was kind of standoffish and quiet. over time, link was able to break the ice with harth and now they chat and catch up every time he comes to drop off and pick up molli ^^
there's one day where harth comes in the morning to drop off molli, but he doesn't come at the normal time that he picks her up, and link is starting to get worried. this is very not like harth at all... but molli doesn't give a shit tho she's peacefully sleeping in one of the naptime cots LMFAOKDJHFJD until finally a stranger that link has never seen before enters the daycare looking disgruntled and disheveled. he talks to zelda at the receptionist desk but she looks over to link with a somewhat nonplussed look, so he looks over to make sure mipha is handling everything in the main room before going over to the front.
"hi, is there a problem here?" link says, looking over at the stranger. he's taller than link with white streaks in his dark hair, narrow green eyes, and a furrow in his brow. he's kinda hot...
"yes, there is a problem," the man says through gritted teeth. "i just need to pick up my niece and your receptionist won't allow me to."
link raises a brow. "your niece? what's her name?"
"molli," the man replies. somehow, link thinks he hears his voice soften, but it doesn't negate the biting tone in his next words. "her father sent me to get her as no one else could and i see myself as a good enough person to run such an errand."
link crosses his arms and leans against the desk. "molli's father usually picks her up at 4pm sharp. why would he send you to come get her? do you even know his name?"
the man rolls his eyes. "of course i do, his name is—"
"uncle revali!" comes a little shout, and link turns to see molli waddling over to the man, her hair still messy from her nap. he looks back at the man, now identified as "revali", but his eyes are only molli, his shrewd green gaze softening as he crouches into a squat, extending his arms as molli throws herself into hugging him.
he wraps his arms around her and returns her embrace gently. "hey sleepyhead," revali says. "ready to go home?"
"where's papa?" molli says instead, and the man sighs. he lifts molli up easily with her arms around revali's neck.
"your dad's a little busy right now, darling, that's why i'm here to come get you today." revali looks back at link and zelda expectantly. "well? it's clear she knows who i am. are you going to keep interrogating me?"
"i'm afraid we have to at the very least verify your identity," zelda says. "it's protocol, since you're not the parent that normally picks her up and neither did we receive confirmation from the parent who does that someone else would be coming in. it would be a safety violation if we let her go with you without verification."
"oh, for hylia's sake," revali growls, rolling his eyes. "do i need to call harth for you right now?"
"that would be preferable," link says, giving revali a once over. "for all we know, you could be stalking their family and have been manipulating molli." revali shoots a glare at him, but pulls out his phone and taps at it a few times before they hear the ringing. after three rings, the call takes and revali puts it on speaker.
"revali?" comes harth's voice. he sounds tired and pained, and it instantly puts link on high alert. "did you get molli yet?"
"i could have, if your daycare would let me leave with her," revali grumbles. "they said i have to get my identification verified because it's a safety violation."
harth snorts over the phone. "yeah well, you aren't exactly the most friendly looking guy. can you hand the phone to one of the staff?"
"you're on speaker."
"mm. hey link? you there?"
"i'm here," link says, leaning towards the phone. "is everything okay, harth? why weren't you able to pick up molli yourself?" he glances at revali, who's still glaring at him.
harth sighs, a tinny breath through the speaker. "i would have, but i got in a car accident on the way over. i'm in the hospital right now." link's eyes widen and zelda gasps, covering her mouth with both hands. "i'm mostly okay, but my arm's fractured so i'm gonna be off for a couple weeks and i won't be able to drive... but since i'm the only who takes care of molli, i'll probably still have her over at sunrise like normal since i can't really take care of her like this. she likes it there anyway... she tells me all about how you're her favorite caretaker, link."
link smiles for a moment, but it turns back into a frown as he remembers something. "wait, how are you going to get her over here if you can't drive?"
"that guy who's with you there right now is an old friend of mine, revali. molli will call him 'uncle' but we're not actually related, it's just what she calls him. i don't have any friends who can actually babysit molli themselves, since teba and saki are gonna be covering my shifts at work and amali's got her hands full with her own kids. revali works, but he can at least take molli to and from sunrise at the normal times i do drop offs and pickups. you can take care of her still, right?"
"of course we can," link replies softly. "we're just worried about you too, you know. how bad was the fracture?"
"they said it was a transverse radial fracture and that it'll take about six weeks to heal. don't feel too bad, it's not like you were there to fix me up with a splint or something. i'll be fine. insurance is taking care of the crash and the injuries."
"okay," link says. "we'll have to register revali in our system as a confirmed parent for molli's file for our safety protocols. that okay with you?" he gets a hum of confirmation over the phone. "okay. i'll take care of that here. you rest up, we'll try to come visit you soon. take care, harth."
"you too. thanks, link." the call ends and revali pockets his phone again, adjusting his grip on molli in his arms.
"is papa gonna be okay?" molli says looking up at revali. link's heart cracks in two at the quiet, sad tone of the child's voice, and watches the way revali's eyes soften as he looks back at molli. interesting...
"your dad's going to be just fine, darling," he says softly. "he's a very strong and brave man, he can get through anything, don't worry."
"can we go see him?" she says.
revali pauses for a moment before responding. "sure, sweetheart, we can go see him." and link's heart just shatters.
they have revali sign a couple things for the confirmed parent paperwork and verify his identity with a government-issued ID, and let him go, link and zelda waving at molli as she waves back and snuggles into revali's hold. revali nods at them in silent acknowledgement and turns, leaving the daycare with zelda and link at the desk.
"he was kind of attractive once you get past the prickliness, don't you think?" zelda says, breaking the silence. link rolls his eyes and walks back into the main room with mipha. (he won't admit that he agrees 😄)
this shit is so long now LOL but revali coming in every morning and afternoon to drop off and pick up molli every weekday for the next couple of weeks. he mostly doesn't say anything and just nods, a surly look on his face when he interacts with link and zelda but the softest look in his eyes when he hugs molli goodbye or in greeting when he picks her up. it's so interesting to link, how someone this much of a pretentious dickhead could be so tender towards one of the sweetest children ever.
he tries striking up conversation with revali, just small talk, but revali only gives him short cold answers. it reminds link of how harth used to be when he first started coming to the daycare, and link wonders if he can get through to revali eventually. (he hopes he can; he does think revali is kinda fine 🤑 especially since one of his fav kids loves revali so much)
"your earrings are beautiful," link says one day when revali is dropping molli off. he's wearing little jade green hoops; they're simple, but they're elegant.
and the compliment catches revali off-guard. he reaches up with one hand to touch one of the hoops gently. "thank you..." he murmurs. "they're... a family heirloom."
link smiles at him. they're making progress! "they're beautiful," he repeats. "see you later?"
"yes..." revali says, blinking. "see you later..." link and molli wave goodbye as revali leaves the daycare, subconsciously reaching up to touch his earrings with his other hand.
it goes like that for a while; simple compliments about accessories or clothing or hairstyles (revali came in once with his hair in braids and link internally swooned a little, but kept his friendly facade up).
"...do you know any good coffee places nearby?" revali says, another time he's dropping molli off. it catches link by surprise since revali never initiates conversation, but he quickly turns it into a thoughtful look.
"hm... the east wind cafe is just down the street from here," link says. "they also have some food if you need a quick bite. tell pruce and ivee i sent you and they'll give you a discount for your first order." link winks. "i recommend their caramel macchiato."
"i will... keep that in consideration," revali says. he gives link a slight nod. "i'll see you later." he pauses, looking like he wants to say more. "have a good day."
link smiles. "you too, revali."
i talked a bit about this au to my irl who i've converted into revalinkism (but hasn't played botw yet 😒) and they were like This has so much potential for a slow burn, and they're SO true for that. it takes 15 conversations like this before revali and link even imply the idea of going out with each other in a romantic context
"have you always been a part of molli's life?" link asks when revali picks her up on one of those days.
revali hums as he picks molli up and holds her with one arm. "i was in the waiting room the day she was born," he said. "i felt as though i was in the actual hospital room as well, with how anxious i was."
he rubs molli's back as she snuggles drowsily into his hold. "there were complications during her birth, and i'm sure you're aware that she tends to be frequently drowsy like this, yes?" link nods. "molli has some health issues as a result of the circumstances of her birth, and i took part in caring for her back then when harth and her mother were struggling." revali presses a kiss to the top of molli's head. "she's like my own daughter, too. i would do anything for her."
once, revali comes in a little earlier than 4pm to pick up molli. zelda isn't at the receptionist desk because she's helping out mipha and link in the main room; the kids just had a little costume-and-tea party today! they've just finished and are in the middle of cleaning up, so revali just leans against the receptionist desk with his arm atop it, watching them do so.
link is sitting in the middle of the group, clapping his hands to a beat and singing that one barney clean-up song, leading a sing-a-long that the rest of the children are beginning to follow as they pick up their toys, give their costumes to zelda, and their plates to mipha. once they finish cleaning, link erupts into applause and cheers, causing the rest of the children to clap and cheer too. a couple of the kids, including molli, come to link for hugs, which he gives freely with a huge smile on his face telling the kids how they did such a good job of cleaning up and how he's proud of them.
he's a natural at this, revali thinks as he watches link continue to smile and cheer. it's like he was made to do this. he would probably make a really good parent...
suddenly, link meets his gaze from the main room and his cheeks flush pink, his eyes wide. and without really thinking about it, revali just gives him a small smile and an equally small wave. link blinks but smiles shyly, waving back.
the day that harth finally recovers from his fracture is the saddest day of link and revali's lives. can you believe they still haven't gotten each other's numbers or something at this point. they just keep kind of talking to each other twice a day when they see each other like complete losers. ✋😭
link gets a text from harth being like Hey, my arm is finally healed up. I'm heading back into work, and I can start taking Molli over again. See you again soon. and he shuts his phone off, puts it facedown, and just sits down at the receptionist desk with zelda. she rolls her eyes at him.
"you should just ask revali out already," she says, taking a sip from her tea and scrolling through her computer. "it's been how many weeks now?"
"i don't even know if he likes guys, zel," link says. she glances at him, giving him a look.
"even if he wasn't gay, he seems to really like you," she points out.
link presses his forehead against the desk. "don't give me hope. he just loves molli a lot."
"believe whatever you want to believe," zelda says, rolling her eyes again and going back to her work. "he looks at you like he loves you too."
when revali finds out harth is healed up and ready to go back, he doesn't even know how to respond. seeing link those two times of the day had been like. the highlight of his entire life for the past couple weeks. it's not like he can just randomly visit the daycare now that harth is going back to picking up molli. he should try to convince harth to let him continue taking molli under the guise that he just really loves his niece and harth needs more time to recover, or—
"stop making that face," harth says gruffly, clapping a hand on revali's shoulder. "you look scarier than i do."
"shut up," revali wrinkles his nose at harth. "not even a mask could conceal the ridiculous unsightliness you're bringing into the world."
harth snorts. "if i'm 'unsightly', what does that make molli?"
"a very pretty young lady," revali says primly. "are you sure you're her father?"
harth smacks revali's shoulder in jest, but continues. "tell me what's actually on your mind, old friend."
"nothing of particular relevance," revali lies cleanly. "just that i'm surprised you're willing to go back to driving so soon after recovery, when driving is what caused all this mess in the first place."
harth raises his brows. "so not about link?"
revali blinks rapidly, furrowing his own brow. "what?"
"molli keeps talking about how you and 'mr. link' have been getting along real well when you come to the daycare," harth says. "says you look happier talking to him."
"that's not true," revali sputters, flushing, "i'm just being polite since they're taking care of her after all and—"
"you're saying my little angel would lie?" harth says, amused. "she's more perceptive than you give her credit for, you know." then his expression becomes more serious. "you're one of my oldest friends, revali. i'm always going to encourage you to pursue what makes you happy and if it's my childcare provider that's doing it for you, then you should go for it."
"no, wait, that's not," revali chokes, but harth shakes his head, chuckling. "i'm not, i don't like him, he's—"
"you can go pick up molli for me since you want to see him so bad, it's almost 4," harth says, waving him off and turning to walk away. "link's a really nice kid, i get why you like him so much, so go ask him out already."
revali is left there, completely flabbergasted that he's been seen through. is he really not that subtle about it? (yes the closet is made out of glass babe you are NOT slick)
so revali goes over to the daycare, sullenly wondering if this is the last time he's going to see link ever because it would be weird if he showed up not to drop off or pick up molli, and when he enters, link, molli, and zelda are already waiting at the desk. zelda greets him, link waves, and molli waddles over latching herself to revali's leg.
"harth let us know that he was going to be able to start taking molli again," zelda says, as business-like as usual, and revali's heart begins to sink at the reality of it all, until— "but i forgot to ask him if he'd like to keep you on molli's file as an emergency contact? i'm not sure if he had someone else in mind, but seeing as you're his close friend and we already know you, it would be convenient for both of us."
"ah," revali says, blinking. "yes, just keep me as an emergency contact. if harth has problems with it, he'll let you know, but i doubt he will." he pats molli's head. "i'm the only other person he trusts to take care of her."
"perfect! i'll update that on her file then." zelda goes back to typing on her computer, and revali doesn't know where to look because if he looks at link, he doesn't know what he's going to do or what to say or—
"will this be the last time we see you?" link says and revali can't stop himself from meeting the blond's gaze. something about his voice seems sad, disappointed, but it can't be, why would he be sad or disappointed? he stares with wide blue eyes that keep revali rooted to the spot, almost lost in their own little world, until revali forcefully tears his gaze away.
"well," he says, swallowing, "if harth will continue taking molli, i don't have much of a reason to come back here anymore. it would be strange, wouldn't it? coming to a daycare with no child to leave or take with."
"i guess," link replies softly. and they fall quiet, the only sounds in the air being zelda's typing, the faint echo of children's' laughter in the main room, the soft music in the reception room.
"are you gonna miss mr. link?" molli asks suddenly, looking up at revali. his eyes widen and he opens his mouth, trying to scramble for an excuse, but zelda answers for him.
"i bet he's going to miss mr. link so much," zelda says, in a very matter-of-fact tone. "they're the bestest of friends and now they can't see each other anymore! your uncle and mr. link must be so sad, molli." link shoots zelda a glare but she only smirks back.
"no!" molli exclaims. "i don't want you to be sad!" she pulls on revali's pant leg. "you're gonna come back to see mr. link, right? because you're friends and friends always play see each other and play. don't be sad, uncle revali!"
"what if they had a playdate, molli?" zelda says, almost deviously. link whisper-shouts at her, blushing, but she ignores it to continue. "do you think mr. link and uncle revali would like to have a playdate together?"
"a playdate!" molli shouts. "uncle revali, you and mr. link should have a playdate! please? i don't want you to be sad, uncle revali, you're gonna miss mr. link if you don't see him anymore!" she pulls at his pant leg again, give him puppy-dog eyes. "you'll come see mr. link again, right?"
revali looks back up at link, who's blushing and leaning over the desk, telling his sister off, who's giggling behind her hand. he looks back, meeting revali's gaze and straightens, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. he's pretty, revali thinks faintly.
"i... wouldn't be opposed to a playdate with mr. link," revali says softly. and link's eyes widen, face flushing darker. zelda looks even more devious behind the desk.
"yay!" molli cheers, dancing in a circle. "mr. link and uncle revali playdate!"
"yay for playdate!" zelda cheers, raising a fist. "you'll have to exchange numbers for the playdate, though. how else are you going to plan it?" she smiles expectantly at revali.
"don't you already have my number on molli's file?" revali says, finding the voice to speak as shrewd as he normally does. "you could have just gotten it from there."
"it's a privacy violation to give out or use the contact information of our children's caretakers' for non-work or emergency uses," zelda replies cheerfully. "but you giving your number to link in a personal context isn't. hope that helps!"
"you and your safety and privacy violations," revali grumbles, but he turns to link, who's still pink in the cheeks. "well? do you want my number so we can... plan our playdate?"
"s-sure," link whispers, eyes so blue and wide. "yeah, what's your number?" he pulls out his phone to open his contacts, and looks back up at revali. pretty, revali thinks again.
so they exchange numbers and revali and molli leave the daycare, molli cheering and skipping around. "bye mr. link! bye miss zelda!" she shouts as they exit.
"bye molli! bye revali!" zelda replies, waving. "see you next time!"
and when revali looks back, he meets eyes with link again. the blush has mostly died down from his cheeks now, but link as a whole glows warmly. he gives revali a small, shy smile and waves. just this once, revali allows himself to fully smile and wave back.
#revalink#loz#botw#loz botw#legend of zelda#amihan's revalinkverse#ask#cryiling#daycare au#ok the reason why i asked u to pick a letter was because i was trying to pick a kid from hateno for link to work with#medda is one of the farmers in hateno and aster is his daughter who loves dancing#i'm not a nursing student i'm just making up scenarios don't quote me on the accuracy of this KJDFHKJDF#harth has a broken arm because when u first meet him at rito village he has a wing injury from medoh#link's nursing student instincts flared up the moment harth mentioned he got a radial fracture#for whatever reason the tattoo/flower shop au was still in mind when i wrote this#so i just kept imagining link with tattoos even though i was actively like. Wrong AU!#i think i wrote revali a bit ooc in this one but that's ok#this is self-indulgent fic now teehee#i know you guys like when i write really fucking long because i Get Into It#but i feel bad because (1) there was so much i felt i didn't get Enough Into#like continuing link's journey into nursing and graduating and figuring out how and why he wants to do childcare#you know me i Love a little dialogue moment because i like being able to speak through my characters#and just really expanding into these little moments here and there#but also (2) i'm always gonna feel bad about posting such long shits KJDFJKD#anyways. where do you guys think link and revali went for their “playdate”#zelda is so over link and revali being disaster gays#you already know she's chismising with mipha about her idiot brother and the hot guy who keeps picking up link's fav kid to work with#u think mipha minds her business but she loves to gossip tewwww#i said caramel macchiato because alexa play coffee by bts#baBY BABY GEUDENEUN
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Hi, sorry for bothering you again but can you do yandere izuku reaction to reader escaping, please ?
It’s absolutely not a bother! Thank you for your request 💚
No smut in this one, gender-neutral reader
One of the best parts of Izuku’s day is coming home to you after a long day of hero work. Your beautiful face and sweet voice are a much-needed balm to his nerves and just thinking about it makes him calmer.
“Puppy! I’m home!”
Coming home to an empty house wasn’t alarming at first. Puzzling, yes, but not alarming. You must’ve just been hiding again!
At first, your hiding games were infuriating, but now Izuku enjoys them almost as much as you do. He enjoys the challenge, the suspense, the chase, and most of all, he enjoys catching you.
So, he’s not suspicious— at first.
But when he checked all of your usual hiding spots only to find them empty, he started getting nervous. What if someone took you from him?
“Puppy? Where are you? I want to see your pretty face!”
The police and heroes had given up looking for you months ago, and no one else was stupid enough to mess with him, but the possibility was still there. Did some villain take you to get revenge on him? See, that’s exactly why he brought you here— to keep you safe! The outside world is just too dangerous for someone like you. But now even his own home isn’t safe? He’d have to move somewhere better after he gets you back. The commute would be longer, but—
He’s overthinking again.
Izuku huffed out a laugh. His home was the safest place in the world for his puppy. It was practically a prison a fortress! No one would be able to take you from him. Even if they somehow managed it, they wouldn’t be able to keep you from him for long. He’d get you back no matter the cost.
“You’ve gotten better at hiding, puppy! Oh, you’re so smart! Where are you?”
Hours later, he’s turned the entire house upside down in his search for you. You’re nowhere to be found and he’s starting to get worried. “Puppy? This isn’t fun anymore! Where are you?”
What if you ran away? You can’t survive on your own! You could get hurt! The image of you, scared, hungry, and alone, sends him into a panic. He can’t live without you, and he knows you can’t live without him.
When he checks the cameras, he kicks himself for not realizing it sooner. You’d gotten out! He’d been too careless and you’d gotten out! Now you could be anywhere!
Izuku grabs his raincoat and a flashlight and rushes out the door.
“Don’t worry, puppy! I’m coming!”
Deku had taken care to ruin your entire life when he took you in.
Your home was gone. Supposedly, it was destroyed by villains, but you knew better.
You had no money. Deku had taken it so you would have no way of surviving on your own.
Your car had been impounded. Your train card had been confiscated. Your phone had been destroyed.
No one was looking for you anymore.
You had nothing and no one.
You were tired, cold, hurting, and soaked to the bone.
So, it was safe to say you were regretting your decision to leave.
With Deku, you had everything. Love, warmth, food, a roof over your head, someone to care for you.
You had everything except freedom.
But if freedom was found alone in an alleyway under a dark, stormy sky…
You didn’t want it.
It wasn’t worth it.
That’s why you’re almost happy to see your kidnapper walking into the alleyway where you hid.
“Pup?” Izuku calls softly, shining his flashlight on your makeshift shelter. “Is that you in there?”
You respond with a quiet, choked sob.
“Oh, puppy! Come here, let me hold you again.”
You comply, hobbling out of your lean-to and into his arms.
Izuku envelops you in a warm, tight, inescapable hug as you sob into his shoulder. “You’re freezing, puppy! And you’re covered in filth. And you’re bleeding! Oh, puppy… it’ll be okay. Let’s get you home.”
He strokes your hair and rubs your back as you cry. He gently rocks you and coos sweet nothings, and when your legs give out, he catches you with ease.
You spend the drive home in a drugged daze— Izuku had given you some “calm-down medicine” to dull the pain of what was likely a sprained ankle and keep you relaxed as he drove home.
As you sit silently beside him, Izuku chatters on about his day as if nothing had happened. You can barely process his words— they’re muffled, as if you’re underwater.
When he looks to you, seeing your uncomprehending expression, he smiles softly and pats your head. “You must be exhausted, poor thing. You’ve had a long day, haven’t you? It’s okay, just go to sleep. I’ll take care of you— I always will.”
You comply.
What else can you do?
When you wake up, it’s to Izuku placing you gently in bed. Did he carry you? He smiles, seeing your eyes open, and kisses your forehead. “There’s my puppy! Did you have a nice nap?” You open your mouth to speak, but he talks over you. “I bet you did. Now, you’re all covered in muck, so we’re going to have a nice, warm bath, and then we’ll fix up those scrapes of yours. I’ll go turn the water on, you just be a good puppy and stay right there, okay?”
It’s not as if you can do anything else.
When he comes back, you haven’t moved an inch. “Good puppy! Now, while the tub fills up, we need to have a talk. Why did you run? Did I do something wrong? Do you not like living with me?”
“You kidnapped me, Izuku.”
“I wouldn’t call it kidnapping. I rescued you!”
“From what?”
“The world, puppy! The world is so big and dangerous and you’re just so small and soft. I couldn’t let you get hurt.”
“People get hurt every day. You’re a hero, Deku, you should know that better than anyone. What makes me so different?”
He frowns, perplexed. “What do you mean, what makes you different? You’re special, puppy.” Then, his expression morphs into one of understanding. “Did you run because you think you’re not worthy of me?”
“That’s not what I—“
“Oh, puppy! It’s okay! I’ll just have to make you understand how amazing and special you are!”
Dammit, Izuku. He always twists your words, hearing what he wants to hear so the narrative he’s constructed won’t fall apart, so he’s never the one at fault.
But you’re too exhausted to protest. It’s not like he’ll listen anyway.
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