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hydrangeapartridge · 2 years

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Until death brings us together (Ghost!Shinsouxreader) - Chapter 1: BANSHEE

Title: Until death brings us together

Tags: Shinso x reader, ghost!Shinshou, modern AU, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Character Death, depression, toxic friendship (not with Shinsou), sadness

Summary: It starts slowly, insidiously; the sadness, the restless nights, the tears you silently cry at night alone in your empty apartment. That’s coincidently when you start seeing him: the man with the deep violet eyes, and he's following you.Is he an evil spirit? Is he death? Or is he your depressed mind playing tricks on you?

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Chapter 1 : BANSHEE

It starts slowly, insidiously; the sadness, the restless nights, the tears you silently cry at night alone in your empty apartment. It’s a slow accumulation of many little things: work becoming harder and harder, your group of friends slowly drifting apart, your family living very far away, impossible to visit with your equally impossible hours of work… it progressively sends you spiralling down many dark thoughts, reflection on your life with a lot of negativity. A particularly bad pandemic of flue in the winter have you working so many extra hours and seeing so many dead people, it finishes to put you under, your anxiety and stress levels reaching a peak you’re not sure you will tolerate for long.

That’s coincidently when you start seeing him. The man with the violet eyes.

The first time you see him, he’s standing at the bus stop near your place. You take the bus everyday, to go to work, yet you never saw him before. A new neighbour, you think at first. It’s rare, to see people around your age in this area; it’s mostly old people living nearby. You only eye him from the side, discreetly, not wanting to stare and be too rude. What strikes you first is how pale he is. Sickly so. As a nurse you’re used to see sick people, and frankly he looks very sick. Dark circles are easily visible under his eyes, even from the safe distance at which you’re standing. His hair has an unusual colour, almost purple, probably dyed. His built is rather slim, but with broad shoulders that are clad in a dark jacket, to match his dark jeans. You don’t get to observe him for too long, for the bus quickly arrives. You get in when he doesn’t, and from the departing bus’s window, you see him, immobile still, looking far away, eyes completely lost.

The second time you see him, he’s sitting on a bench in the park just next to your apartment complex. You spot only the distinctive mop of his purple hair from the corner of your eyes while you help an old granny living in the flat next to yours climb the front steps. She’s getting weaker and weaker with each passing week and you sometimes help her with her groceries too. Her children never visit her and neither do her grandchildren. It’s sad really, and you make a promise to yourself that when your parents get older, you will take some time to take care of them. In order to do it you would have to live closer to them. Maybe you could have them live with you?

You’re thinking about it as you escort the old woman until she’s safely back in her apartment. You get inside yours to get ready for work, without knowing you won’t see her again.

Cardiac arrest. That’s how she died. First aid didn’t get there in time. It was a busy night, you know it, you were on call. You see the paramedics carrying the body outside, draped in white when you come back from work. Despite years of practised detachment, your throat tightens and you have to fight back tears of sadness and exhaustion as you get inside your empty apartment. You search desperately for something to occupy your mind, but you just want to lay in bed and do nothing. Your eyes fall onto your TV which is turned off and becoming quite dusty.

When was the last time you watched a series? A movie? Went out to the beach, or the mountain? You can’t remember.

The third time you spot him, he’s sitting in a quiet cat café down-town. You’re taking a break with a colleague named Kagura. You don’t particularly like her, but she’s the only colleague close to your age, so you hang out with her from time to time; as not to be alone. It’s sad, and sometimes even lonelier. In truth she’s a little rotten; a bad influence, always talking behind your other colleague’s back. It doesn’t help raise your spirit; she makes your vision of the world even gloomier.

She guilt trips you into buying her coffee, stating you somehow owe her for covering up for a miss you made. She helped you hide it, and you still feel bad for keeping it a secret instead of being honest with what you did wrong and try to fix it. You sit across from her and she tells you all about the last juicy gossips of the ward; which nurse is supposedly fucking which rich young doctor, about the pharmacist who is cheating on their significant other on a regular basis. You try to listen, really, you do, even if every word lessens your faith in humanity. But you attention span lately has been severely decreasing. Plus you’re distracted. Distracted by the purple haired man who is sitting at the table next to the shop’s window.

He’s wearing the same dark jacket and jeans. His head is propped onto his opened palm, tired eyes lazily set on the barista who’s busy wiping the counter. You notice there’s no drink in front of him. Maybe he’s just waiting for the barista to take her break; he’s probably a friend, or even her boyfriend. You feel slightly jealous. He’s pretty; unusually so but pretty. Plus, couples tend to remind you of how lonely you are, hence your growing envy.

Kagura snaps her fingers in front of your face, drawing your attention back to her while she scolds you for not listening. She’s bossy, and she makes you feel like a child who got caught doing something bad. You feel bad about that too.

Later, when you leave the café, your eyes linger on the pretty boy with the unusual hair colour. He keeps waiting, like he did for hours, patient, almost immobile. His eyes never meet yours despite your obvious staring, and you’re almost disappointed he doesn’t notice you.

“Really” Kagura whines once you’re out of the café. “Why are you so distracted today? You never listen to what I have to say. Can’t you be a good friend for once?”

Her reproaches make you feel ashamed.

“Sorry, I was watching the guy siting by the window. He was kind of cute” You scratch the back of your head, a small blush creeping up your cheeks.

Kagura stops and turns to you, her brows drawn together in confusion.

“What guy? There was no-one but the barista and us in there” She affirms and you start describing the man you saw: the purple hair, the dark eyes; she was probably too absorbed in talking about herself to notice him.

“That table was empty” She says, and now the look she gives you is worried. She eyes you up and down, warily. “Maybe you should take something to help you sleep at night, there’s plenty available at the hospital. You’re so exhausted you’re starting to hallucinate things”

The following day you see a small article in the newspaper. The barista working at the café got ran over by a truck when she exited her shift. She didn’t survive.

That’s when you start to freak out.

Stories from your childhood resurface. Old mythology mixes with dark fairytales and you’re sure, despite your usually straightforward thinking, that this purple-haired apparition is a bad omen. You think of a Banshee, announcing death with a scream, but this time in a male body and silently. Of a cursed spirit who would lure people to their end. Even of death itself. You can only speculate about what he is, but it’s undoubtedly supernatural. And he must have some link with the deaths of both your neighbour and the barista. You saw him watch them so intently; it’s too big a similarity to be a simple coincidence.

You’re still lost in thoughts as you go home that evening and when you stop at a crossroad, beside the red pedestrian light, you see him, watching you from across the street.

Your blood turns cold into your veins His amethyst gaze is on you, you’re sure, unfaltering. He’s standing completely still while numerous passer-bys move around him without seeing him. Your heart thunders in your chest, panic taking a hold of you.

He’s here for you now. You’re next on his list.

You can’t bring yourself to look away from him, afraid if you do you will loose all control you have over the situation. Did the barista see him too just before she got hit by that truck?

A large car obstructs your vision for a second, and the next one he’s gone.

You gulp when the pedestrian light turns green and force your legs to carry you forward. In your stress you’re hyper alert, aware of every sound, every movement in the periphery of your vision. You keep looking around like a prey on the run. Except your predator is inescapable.

You’re extra careful, avoiding every potential danger on the road, and when you finally get home safely, you let out a deep sight of relief and flop onto your couch, exhausted.

But then it occurs to you, in a nauseating wave of paranoia, how dangerous your place is. Electric appliances, flammable surfaces… your eyes roam over everything, trying to assess how you’ll find your end. You don’t eat or shower before you go to bed, your mind racing, barely feeling safe under the illusory protection your blanket offers. You’re eight again, afraid of the monsters lurking in the dark; of vampires with dark eyes and pale white skin. Your usual insomnia feels ten times worse and only after seeing at least five hours unfold on your alarm clock does it occur to you that if you are to die, leaving in your sleep would probably be the less painful way.

The next morning, your alarm has you jump and scream as you wake up. You’re still alive.

You’re two digits away from composing the full number of your chief on your phone when you decide against calling in sick. Your patients need you, and if imminent death really is upon you, you decide you want to help them until the end.

Your neurosis gets worse when you see him again, near the hospital entrance, waiting for you. You try to avoid his intense gaze, hurrying your steps and clutching your bag tightly against you for protection. He doesn’t say a word, nor moves towards you. But his gaze follows you.

Work is shit. Horrible. You’re cruelly understaffed and you have to hurry so damn much that you feel like you’re mistreating the patient more than you are helping them. So many stretchers are obstructing the ER that the unit’s conditions are violating the bare minimum of human dignity.

It’s a mess. You’re covered in a pool of blood a woman vomited on you and barely have time to change before you’re called for CPR again.

At one point when preparing the medicines and treatments prescribed for the night, you think of Kagura, who took the day off to go to the beach. Your eyes stop on the label of one particular bottle of pills: pain killers that you know if taken at a higher dose can induce a sleep-like coma. And at and even higher dose, lower your breathing rate until its stops altogether. A painless death, like falling asleep.

You contemplate the white bottle, and pocket it.

Your life is miserable. Even more so now that you are followed by the strange spirit of death (or now that you have gone completely mad….). In whichever case, madness or imminent death, ending things yourself, the way you choose, seems appealing.

When your shift ends, the weight of the bottle of pills in your bag comforts you on your way home.

Climbing the stairs to your apartment (not trusting the lift), you turn the bottle of pills in your hand, doubt seizing you. They feel like some strange lucky charm; give you a sense of control over the situation. But are you truly ready to take them? To go all the way and leave this world for another that’s unknown. You’re scared of what lies after.

You look up once you arrive at your floor, and startle when you see him leaning against the wall next to your doorstep. Your eyes widen in fear as he turns to you. There’s something different in his cool gaze when it falls onto your face; like recognition, or surprise even. His lips part as if to speak, but you don’t let him; too afraid of what he might say to you, what spell he could cast upon you.

“Don’t bother. I’ll end things myself. Tonight.” You bravely declare, looking him straight in the eyes while holding the bottle of pills in front of you like a holy relic made solely to repel him.

You’re shaking as you take a step forward towards your door.

With a somewhat delayed reaction, the spirit’s expression turns flabbergasted.

“You really can see me?” He asks, bewildered. His low voice is much softer than you imagined it would be, far from what you expected from an evil creature.

You hesitate for a second before taking another step forwards, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Don’t try to trick me. I know why you’re here. I will be the one to decide how I’ll go” You voice trembles even if you do your best to keep a proud stance.

The spirit seems genuinely lost upon hearing your words, but then, something clicks in his mind and he frowns. “You think I’m death?” He states more than asks.

“Maybe not exactly that. But something like that”

He considers your answer as you reach your door and then he looks down, eyeing himself, bringing his hands palms up just in front of him to inspect them.

“I don’t think I’m anything like that” He mutters but seems unsure.

You place you back against your wooden door, to protect yourself from any sneak attack and ask, pills still in hand. “Whatever you are, why are you following me?”

“I’m not following you” He replies immediately, almost upset.

“Then my do you keep showing up wherever I go?” You insist and his frown deepens. It’s almost like you can see the gears turning in his mind to find an answer to that question.

“I… don’t know” He finally admits, defeated. “The places where I end up finding myself… they just feel familiar. That’s all I can say for sure” His shoulders are slouched and from up close, he doesn’t look that dangerous to you. He seems lost. Maybe he doesn’t have as much control over his apparitions as you assumed. His dejected expression almost make you feel a certain empathy towards him.

“What’s your name?” You ask, not really knowing why and he looks up at you, surprise clear in his eyes. He’s pensive then, searching his memory for the answer.

“Hitoshi” He tells you after an abnormally long silence. You can’t tell if he made it up or if he just couldn’t remember.

You give him your own name before it occurs to you that maybe it isn’t wise to give it so easily to a supernatural being. He repeats it in his soft voice, the melody of it sending a pleasant chill down your spine.

“I don’t know why I am here but I am glad someone noticed me. It was… lonely, being surrounded by all those people who couldn’t see me”

A pang of understanding seizes your heart. You know lonely, and how bad it can get. Now that you know his name, you feel slightly closer to this apparition. He’s not a stranger anymore.

“So, what is it you were trying to use to repel me?” He asks curiously, pointing to the bottle in your hand.

“Oh” You quickly puy it back into your bag, ashamed of stealing it and ashamed of what you planned to use it for. “Nothing really, it was all bluff” You force a smile and Hitoshi’s stare is hard on your face; intense like he can going to see through you. For one second you’re afraid he can read minds.

“You look troubled. I’ve been observing you and you always look troubled… troubled and sad”

You flush, feeling like he’s intruding. How dare he know? How dare he read you, a stranger, like you are an open book? How dare he notice how bad you feel when your friends don’t see it?

“So you did follow me!” You loudly accuse him, crossing your arms over your chest protectively.

He shakes his head in denial, his amethyst gaze on you unfaltering. “You often went by the place where I found myself.” He argues “But I admit my attention was drawn to you” He pauses, considering something before he continues. “It pained me to see someone so pretty look so down”

You mind goes blank for a short time before you grasp the meaning of his words. Your first thought is that you’re going mad and hallucinating him because you’re too desperate for attention.

“I’m what??” You almost choke on the words, and before he can answer, a door violently opens on your right, revealing a very angry neighbour.

“You done talking alone missy? Some of us are trying to sleep!”

Your face burns hot with embarrassment and you apologize profusely while he threatens to call the police or the psychiatric ward to have you taken care of. He asks if you’ve been drinking (which you deny) and when he finally closes the door in a curse that makes you wince, you turn back to Hitoshi so you can scold him for putting you in this situation.

However you only find an empty wall.

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veenxys · 1 year

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「BNHA Boys reacting to you wiping off their kiss as a joke」

⤷ Bakugou

you were watching a movie that he honestly didn’t care much about. he changed positions all the time and it ended up upsetting you because you really wanted to see the movie, unlike him. he then whispers “sorry” and leaves a kiss on your temple as he puts his arm around your shoulders, you bite your lip to keep from smiling and run your hand across your temple, wiping his kiss away. he stops for a moment and looks at you in complete disbelief. were you mad because he moved too much? you wiped his kiss.. what the-? he couldn’t believe it, so he took the remote and paused the movie playing on the television. “what?” you ask innocently. he looks at you with the same indignant look and you can’t help but laugh at him. “oh, do you think it’s funny?” he says, crossing his arms. even with a playful smile plastered on your face, he still didn’t understand that it was just a joke. “why did you do that?” he asks seriously and you laugh more, knowing you need to talk real or else he’ll go crazy. “it’s just a joke, katsuki!” you tap your fingers lightly on his cheek and before your hand can fall into your lap again he grabs it and pulls you to him kissing all over your face as he says “i want to see if you can clear all these now”

⤷ Deku you took a pillow and put it on his lap, laying down. he smiles and starts stroking your hair with his free hand while the other one holds his phone. you stare at him for a few seconds and he puts his phone down, looking passionately at you. he leans in a little and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead that you’re quick to wipe away. he widens his eyes for a few seconds, swallowing hard because he thought he might have done something wrong that made you upset. it had to be that, right? there was no other reason for you to clean his kiss like that… he stiffens his posture and calls your name in a serious but also worried voice and you look at him with your eyes shining, wondering what was wrong. a part of him was relieved that you didn’t look angry, but another part of him looked even more worried that you didn’t look angry. so what was wrong? what happened? he decides to give you another kiss, this time on your lips. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel butterflies in your stomach, but you faked it really well by wiping your lips. you try to stay serious, but the way he looks at you makes you laugh until your cheeks hurt; he’s worried but in such a cute way that you can’t hide it anymore, so you just say it’s a joke and he sighs in relief, laughing with you before kissing you again.

⤷ Kirishima he would be so offended and scared at first that he would have no other reaction than to look at you with his eyes half wide as he stutters something. he tries to search for the right words, but all he can say - in a finely tuned voice - is “what did i do wrong?? is there something on my lips?” you try to look at him like he’s going crazy but you can’t as his expression makes you burst into laughter. and at that moment he lets out the breath he didn’t even know he was holding and shakes his head, laughing at you. “you’re bad… now you’ll have to put up with me” he says as he pins you to the couch and showers you with kisses and love.

⤷ Todoroki you were waiting for the train and he was in front of you while you shared your headphones; his two hands were around your waist affectionately. he leans down and kisses your forehead, pulling you a little closer to him. the moment would be cute if it weren’t for you wiping your forehead; he frowns and puts his fingers to his lips, looking at you he asks “is there something on my lips?” and his expression is so genuine but at the same time a little worried; you shake your head and bite your lip to keep from smiling. he touches your chin with his fingers and tilts your face so you look at him, “what’s wrong? tell me” he asks, eyes curiously scanning yours, as if searching for any trace of lying or anger. you smile playfully at him and your smile is all he needs to understand that it was just a silly joke. he smiles nervously back and you kiss the corner of his lips and his lips, which makes him laugh lightly.

⤷ Denki he would have a fit when you use the back of your hand to wipe his kiss on your lips. “heyyyyyy, don’t do this… don’t you want my kisses?” he asks in a thin but worried voice, making it hard not to laugh. he feels offended but doesn’t show it, but just the blush rising in his cheeks is enough for you to see what he’s feeling. silence taking over the room. “does my breath smell bad?” he says randomly, unable to contain his bubbly laughter. “was it my lunch? oh shit.. i need to go brush my teeth.” he got up, starting hurriedly to the bathroom. you grabbed his shirt quickly. “no wait, i’m just kidding! it was all a joke.” you eased, denki letting out a breathless groan before falling on top of you. “kaminari… get out…” you struggled, squirming under his frame of denial. “that was soo mean… i didn’t think you could do this to me. you’re paying for dinner.” he means it seriously, but you can hear a joke in his voice.

⤷ Tamaki he would feel very confused and insecure for some time. he wouldn’t immediately ask what was wrong because he didn’t know what to say; he kissed your cheek and you quickly wiped it away, it made him very worried and sad, but your behavior towards him didn’t change, which meant you weren’t angry or sad at him. he spends the rest of the day quiet, looking at you sideways and looking away when you look at him. he swallows and scratches the back of his neck as he remembers the scene; he feels so anxious and nervous he can barely talk to you. he doesn’t want to bother you and it ends up hurting you because he looks like a lost puppy with his eyes shining all day. you hug him from behind and he freezes not knowing what to do, you smile and kiss his back, which makes him melt a little. you move a little and take his cheeks in both hands, “hey bubba, it was just a joke! i’m sorry, i thought it would be fun but..” you don’t finish the sentence, just smile weakly. he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, clearly demonstrating the relief he felt at hearing those words.

⤷ Shinsou

you were watching a new series together and suddenly he feels a tender urge to leave a kiss on your cheek just to distract you a little. you instantly wipe your cheek with your hand and he doesn’t show any kind of reaction. in fact, he helped you wipe your cheek. “the popcorn i made was very buttery, make sure you take it all out so it doesn’t leave any oil on your skin.” you couldn’t even answer, there was no way to answer. you look at him a little confused and he just smiles slightly before turning his attention to the television again. he’s so cute and thoughtful that you couldn’t keep a passionate smile from appearing on your face. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “ugh i’m sorry” you mutter laughing against his shirt and he frowns, patting you on the back. “sorry for what?” he says when you sit in your seat again. “uhm…nothing. forget it” you say and grab a popcorn from him; really buttery

⤷ Hawks he was training and after a while he paused, sweat staining his forehead as you handed him a bottle of water to cool off. a small kiss from him of thanks was the reply, to which you easily wiped it away. “hey what-?” he winked at you with his brow furrowed and his lips still attached to the rim of the water bottle. “what was that?” he gave you a nonsensical look, genuinely confused as to why you didn’t accept his kiss. “what?” you tilted your head innocently, acting as if nothing had happened. “you… wiped my kiss.” he pouted, standing up. you shrugged your shoulders, your face utterly confused almost making your facade crack. you could see the wheels turning in his mind; he shook his head fervently, went back to training as if nothing had happened - but his mind didn’t stop for a single second. and a few minutes later he sat down on the floor. “baby?” you asked, arching your brow at his behavior. “i lost motivation. my love was rejected.” he sighed dramatically, now lying fully on his back. “what do you mean?” you crouched down, leaning in to land a deep kiss on his lips. “woah woah woah woahhh..” he gaped, his eyes bursting with amazement. “it was just a joke, love” you said, and he smiles a little “so i’m going to need a refund to get my motivation back”

⤷ Dabi he liked being the one to receive rather than give, just to see how needy you would have become if you hadn’t received attention from him. he liked to tease you and play with you, and today you thought might be the perfect time to get back at him. “dabi… can i get a kiss?” he looked from his phone to where you were. “now you’re asking so nicely, how could i say no?” maneuvering his head to softly kiss your lips, looking at you as you used the back of your hand to wipe the kiss. “hey.. what is this?” he used his foot to swivel the chair back to where you were sitting next to him “acting like a brat? is this your way of getting back at me?” his dazzling eyes read you like a book. every time. “i had an itch.” your apology proving to be more regrettable than you anticipated in your head. “oh yeah? so please let me help you.”bewildered, you shrank back against the chair with a squeak – dabi advancing on you at an alarming rate. he gives you a breathtaking kiss, the kind of kiss that makes you lose your ground. he pulls away and you’re breathing heavily. “is not fair.” you snorted, but he looked very pleased with himself.

⤷ Shigaraki

you knew it would be wrong to do this to him because he didn’t usually show so much affection through gestures and even without him admitting it, you knew he was insecure. but it was just a joke, it wouldn’t hurt, right? wrong. the moment you wiped your cheek after he gave you a light kiss, he got so angry. he didn’t say anything and that was the problem; he ignored you all day like a sulky child. on the outside he was cold and angry, but on the inside he was so broken and sad. he thought of many things; was it the scars on his lips that bothered you? were you stopping loving him? did you not like his love? he was so confused and ended up showing it in rude ways that made you back off when you went to talk to him. until you finally worked up the courage to tell him it was just a joke; you even showed videos you saw on tiktok of people doing this. he looks at your phone and looks at you, rolls his eyes and goes back to what he was doing before. you leave a kiss on his forehead as an apology and when you leave he smiles in relief.

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taones · 22 days

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tw - flirting, good girl x bad boy, school setting but they are vv much 18+, suggestive, swearing

“How’s my favourite girl today?”

Your best friend tensed up from her seat in front of you. She had chosen to hide out in the stuffy school library to avoid exactly this. She had never been a huge fan of him, but his recent attempts to catch your attention had been grating on her nerves. The boy seemed obsessed with you, following you into the cafeteria and hanging around in the shop you frequented on your way home. Nothing but bad news followed him, and she needed to keep him away from her friend. You were a good student, perfect attendance and good grades - the last thing you needed was someone like him bringing you down.

“Fuck off, she doesn’t want to talk to you” she huffed at the man, “you’re not her type”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the back of your chair. Goosebumps travelled up your body. The musky scent of his aftershave permeated the air around you, settling in your lungs like a cloud. If you could bask in that scent forever you would. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, tie loosely hung around it. Thin fabric did little to hide the muscle definition of his chest, slight but still very visible to you. And you couldn’t help but peer through the gap. His tan skin contrasted the crumpled white shirt beautifully. You felt your mouth go dry.

“Hmm, I’m not too sure about that one” his voice rang out.

“She seems very interested”

You jumped slightly as his face was far closer to you than you realised. If you were to turn your head slightly, your noses would be just touching. A warm flush flooding your body. You gnawed at your fingernail, peering up at the man next to you through your eyelashes. He dropped his eyelid down in a quick wink and set his sights back on your fuming friend.

“Why won’t you just leave us alone? She’s trying to study”

He tutted.

Next thing you knew the pressure of a wide hand was resting on your shoulder - making you freeze on your seat. The feeling of his warm, calloused palm on your shoulder did nothing to cool your feverish body and you tried desperately not to gasp. In through your nose, out through your mouth, you tried to remind yourself. You couldn’t let him fluster you - then he would be winning.

A warm chuckle sounded from above you. The palm on your shoulder travelled towards your face, lithe fingers gripping your chin gently. He curled his index finger and dragged the knuckle up the soft skin of your throat. It was like you were frozen in place but your body was squirming under your uniform. His actions left you breathless and you couldn’t help but feel he knew exactly what he was doing to you. If the way his eyes trailed up your legs, thighs clenched together under your skirt, was any indication. Soft lips stretched into a smirk.

Leaning forward once again, his eyes met yours under a piercing gaze. He let out a teasing coo in your direction.

“Oh I'm sorry pretty girl, did I scare you?”

- ATSUMU, tsukki, oikawa, SUNA, tanaka (hear me out), kuroo, gojo, KOJIRO, adam, bakugou, SHINSOU, dabi

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frickingnerd · 7 months

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comparing hand sizes with shinsou

pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader

a/n: just a little drabble for shinsou <3

"your hands are so big…"

you mumbled as you pressed your palms against your best friend's hand, comparing the sizes of your two hands, while shinsou just leaned back and watched you, with an amused smile on his lips.

"is this your way of subtly hinting that you want to hold my hand? because it’s quite cute…"

he teased, intertwining his fingers with you and pulling your hands closer towards him.

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ms0milk · 1 year

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when you suddenly catch a nasty cold

gn!reader ft. todo, bkg, kiri, and (hearts in my eyes) shinsou

i am so ill and these are so silly, indulge me :,) 600ish words ea.

Todoroki starts to cry when you joke about dying.

He’s bought more flowers than can fit into your little apartment, picked up your prescriptions, tissues, juice, a heating pad, cleaned your kitchen, tucked you in– he paged the goddamned family physician– but watching you shiver under a heavy duvet surrounded by all the things that are supposed to help you get better ignites a fear he didn’t know that he had. They aren’t working. You’re still sick because of course you are, it’s only been a few hours, and still he can’t bring himself to move more than an arm’s length away from you because what if– if he leaves and–

“Shouto?”

“Yes,” his response is immediate when you pull him out of the ether. Always is.

I’m not going anywhere,” you croak, too conscious of how strange your voice sounds, “so you don’t have to stay with me all day.”

“I don’t mind.”

Todoroki is a wonderful boyfriend but when was the last time he went to the bathroom?

“You must be bored.”

He leans over you from his spot at the side of your bed and runs a blessedly too-cold hand across your forehead. Bored? Like he could calm down enough for that. “I can’t relax when you’re like this.”

You’d roll your eyes if they ached less, at your beautiful boyfriend and his cluelessly shoujo declarations of love framed by no fewer than two whole flower shops worth of camellias. He turns his hand over to palm your cheeks and wipe the water from your puffy eyes.

“Would you like me to leave?”

You shake your head, smiling under the weight of five thousand pounds of blankets and the heavy dip from his butt at the edge of your mattress. You’re inclined to reach a hand out to grab it, but you don’t have the energy to raise your head let alone fondle your boyfriend.

“There’s no one I’d rather be with in my final hours,” you rasp, joking, obviously joking.

This cold is something evil, chills, aches, snot– the works. But you couldn’t ask for a better nurse. A gentle, thoughtful, sexy, temperature controlled man, a man you would raze the city for, whose hand fits so perfectly in yours and who– whose trembling? You blink back up.

Todoroki’s features don’t shift or soften, his lip doesn’t quiver, but a tear does slip down his cheeks from those pool cool eyes– one after the next until his jaw is lined with them all patiently waiting to fall from his chin.

“Why, why why?” You panic and try to sit up but he comes to you. Todoroki cups your hand tightly in a hot and cold grip and bows over his own lap to rest his head in yours.

“You’re not going to die.”

“What?”

“I promise.”

“Sho, what– no of course I’m not. What’s wrong, baby?”

Your voice is so weak that he has no other choice than to sit back up and reach for the cold compress. He wipes his eyes with renewed determination when he turns back around, “I’ve got you.”

“I’ve got you, Sho. ’m not going anywhere, promise.”

And when the Todoroki family doctor lets himself in, he does consider coming back another time at the sight of you, finally comfortable under a mountain of fabric, and your love curled around you asleep on top of the blankets.

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It’s not until you genuinely collapse that Bakugou realizes something is wrong. He didn’t even hit you that hard.

“You’re wide open today!” The restless pro looms across the arena, grinning. You both come to the agency’s underground ring on Saturdays to train and he’s blasted you clear across the room like he’s actually working for a paycheck.

There wasn’t any amount of money you would have accepted to get out of bed this morning but Bakugou, a less than casual hookup from work, accidentally spent the night and the surprisingly sleep soft rumble of his voice and the gentle kneed of palms as he pulled you back against his body under dawn light– was, persuasive.

The sooner I go in, the sooner I can go home and nurse this headache.

Headache. Naive self-convincing circles your head as you pull yourself to your feet like spinning stars from a goddamned cartoon. This is not a headache. Standing was fine a second ago, and the floor was fine a second ago, but the move from floor to feet fills your sinuses with sudden pressure and immediately the arena starts to swirl.

“C’mon twinkle toes, you’re– Y/n– shit–”

You’re not interested in where that sentence ends today and blessedly you don’t have to hear it because your ears have filled with cotton and you’re sinking back down to your knees. You’ve been congested like this before– it’ll pass in a minute or two, you know how it goes and you’re only embarrassed by the fact you were down so bad for your teammate this morning that you didn’t realize how your body had started to feel.

The vertigo eases somewhat when you rest your head on the ground, but Bakugou has cleared the empty room and already has his domineering hands all over you.

“Y/n? Y/n– do not close your eyes.”

“‘m not concussed, Kats.” But you know the explosive hero’s first fear isn’t exactly a head trauma. “You didn’t hurt me,” you add.

“That doesn’t narrow it down shitforbrains, if I didn’t hurt you then what’s wrong?” His aggressive tone doesn’t match his anxious hold though, and you melt a little when he kneels and pulls you into his lap.

Bakugou definitely doesn’t like the way your head seems too heavy for your neck and tilts himself back just enough for you to lean it against his chest. You look so fucking uncomfortable, scowling, eyes pinched closed. “What hurts?” He rasps as he moves to feel your temperature but his palms are sweating hard from a few quirk ignitions so he stalls, and lowers his forehead to yours instead. You’re soft where he touches you, warm in his hands.

You just need to sit, you don't need the #2 hero to cradle you in his arms like a fallen comrade on the battlefield. Although you don't complain. Your eyes squeeze shut harder as a tiny wave rocks you in the dark and then suddenly one ear releases. “I think I’m getting sick,” you breathe. Carmel in and relief out. “It’s my head–”

“Head hurts?”

“I’m just stuffed up, I– ” the other ear releases, “– just dizzy.”

Bakugou sits on his heels, perched. Should he pick you up? Who just gets dizzy, are you a fucking Victorian child? It’s terrifying to watch– you, his teammate, a capable hero, suddenly unable to stand.

But as the pressure behind your eyes levels out you can lift your head without discomfort. You can bring your arms up around Bakugou’s shoulders and settle your fingers in his hair. Bring him back down from where he’s tried to pull away.

Your foreheads bump again, “I’m okay.”

He growls, “I don’t believe you.”

So the hero takes you home. He makes sure you’re horizontal and goddamned tucked in before he slips from your front door and scares the shit out of you an hour later with a vice grip on some grocery bags and your apartment keys slipped around his middle finger. It’s almost romantic, the way he snaps at you to hold still while he dabs antiseptic on your scratches from sparring, or glares venom from behind the stove when you hobble to the kitchen to see what smells so good.

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When Kirishima lets himself in and you’re asleep on the kitchen floor, worry overrides his confusion.

You won’t pick up his calls, but he’s never missed a movie night and he’s not about to start today! He throws your front door open with his copy of your apartment key still in it and kicks off his gym crocs as loudly as he can manage so you can hear him come in. The last thing he wants is to startle you.

But you’re the one who nearly kills him when he slips through the genkan, arms full of snacks and catches sight of your slippered foot stretched out on the ground behind the corner of the kitchen wall.

He’s on his hands and knees faster than he can even take a full step, dropping glass soda bottles and soft melon bread alike from his arms, as he scrambles to where you must be lying lifeless on the other side of the entrance.

“Y/n–! Ah, huh.”

And you are, in a way, lifeless on the ground, but you’re breathing. And smiling? Curled up on the white tiles in front of the sink cabinet.

“Y/n?” Kirishima doesn’t wait to ponder, instead placing a hand on the side of your head to begin the checks for a vertebral injury. But you coo, something completely unintelligible, and you’re much too warm. You tilt your face into his palm and every inch of you is hotter than the next.

“Y/n? C’mon on back to me Y/n, you gotta tell me what’s wrong.”

Maybe it’s the chill of the floor or the addition of his other hand cupping your cheek, but your lashes heft apart just enough to register who it is trying to resuscitate you in the kitchen.

“Ei?”

Kirishima, always handy in a fire, has every hospital route an EMT could ever need memorized from all his volunteer work with the fire department and mentally scrolls through every single one as you try to form a sentence.

“you shouldn’t be here, Eiji, m’sick.”

“What?”

“flu,” you murmur and pull your hands to your side to try and rise. Kirishima doesn’t register anything not directly related to whether or not you’re suffering from blunt force trauma– except for the fact he could recall the exact date and time your dream drowsy smile falls and perks back up again now for the next fifty years unprompted.

“–tried to text you,” you manage as the redhead helps you sit up. The sentence comes out in gasps instead of coughs as you try to spare the air of any extra germs, “I can’t watch the movie tonight."

He laughs with pent up anxiety and simultaneous relief– he’s taken that charming fireman’s knee at your side and you wish in your flu-addled state that you’d stayed unconscious long enough for him to hoist you into his arms. Instead Kirishima places both of his big soft hands back around your face to brush away the dust and crumbs.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“‘got hungry,” you admit openly because you know it’ll make him smile, and with his face this close to yours you’ll be able to watch the skin around his eyes crinkle up too. “Then tired. I just needed to sit for a bit.”

His eyes do crinkle up. And his teeth bit at his lip like he’s trying not to be amused.

“Y/n, you are very sick. And very sweaty.” And the sweetheart, the biggest crush you’ve ever had, your closest friend, the man you dreamed of on the kitchen floor, asks if he can carry you to the bath.

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Why are you breathing so hard? Shinsou is the only pro in the office that you can’t hide a goddamned thing from. Maybe it’s because he works primarily in the underground– observant, sneaky– that it’s obvious, they way you wobble on your feet when your eyes are closed too long, or the sudden effort it takes you just to climb the stairs.

Is he supposed to be able to focus on paperwork with you trying to catch your breath in a hallway when you think no one’s around? None of your sidekicks are brave enough to ask why you wore a mask to work today, but it’s summer and the air pollution gets bad enough that some of them have to too. Are they really all that stupid? Has he done the worst hiring job of any pro in the city?

“Shinsou,” you murmur across the now-empty end of day office and he whips around because god knows how many times you’ve tried to get his attention while he’s been off in space.

“Yeah boss?”

Your voice is rough with sick when you reply and it would be so fucking sexy if it didn’t remind him to be so anxious about your wellbeing. “I’ve told you not to call me that, you haven’t been my sidekick for years,” and then you’re smiling even as you hold back a cough, “makes me feel old.”

“You are older than me.”

“By a year!” You sputter and then your lungs take over, heaving and hacking so hard you have to double over your desk to steady your forehead against something. Shinsou’s on his feet immediately, navigating the office in sweats and his capture gear to get to you.

What happened? This morning it was just a tickle at the top of your throat but the aches sank from your head, down your spine, and flooded through your body just as quickly as the sun’s shadow crawls across a stone. Which is to say, all day long and all too slowly to realize you probably should have called in sick.

“Here.” A cool hand materializes on the back of your neck and you roll your head to the side to check what exactly has arrived for you. With his free hand Shinsou presses a paper water cup forward, which you’d love to take if you had the energy to pull your mask down.

“went to school together n’ everything,” you breathe.

“Boss, you should go home for the night, I’ll– I can finish this paperwork.”

By now the dark-eyed hero has sunk slowly into a crouch beside your chair and keeps a careful hand on your back to ensure you don’t slip to the floor sideways one way or the other. Thank god he sent the rookies home because stupid or otherwise, you'd have to be braindead not to notice this adoration that he can’t seem to get a handle on.

“Shinsou,” you murmur again, just as sexily as last time and he feels just as much if not more shame at how lovely it is to hear you call to him sweet and low, “I can’t get up.”

“What?”

That’s it though. There’s no trick or test. Shinsou has a fucked up sleep schedule from all his overnight patrols so he always stays in the office late, but you? You’ve been trying to rally for the last two hours and now you’ve used all your energy teasing a man whose eyes go bright every time you say his name. It serves you right, collapsing at your desk after using the last of your strength to squeeze as many Shinsous as you could into an evening.

“call me a taxi?”

He rises to his feet, “Will you even be able to get up your front steps?”

“sure hope so.”

“Do you feel nauseous?” He’s shuffling around the room now, plucking keys from hooks, and you watch him sideways with your head still resting in the day’s paperwork. “You gonna aspirate if I let you go home alone?”

“if god’s feeling extra silly”

He scoffs to hide the smile. Shinsou returns to your side to lay his faded denim jacket over your shoulders and then crouches again at eye level.

“Y/n,” he urges, and rests a hand to the back of your head to get your attention, “If I carry you downstairs, will you be able to hold onto me?”

Downstairs is a bluff. With you snug and mostly unconscious between his jacket and his back, Shinsou carries you home. Face full of your clothes, hair, quirk, whatever’s getting in his eyes, under the stars, and down back streets to avoid any publicity, the hero tries to walk gently enough that you don’t whimper from the impact of his steps.

“Thank you...Toshi,” you whisper just when he thinks you’ve finally fallen asleep and the big bad underground pro almost stumbles hard enough to fly.

#i think i probably need firefighter kirishima inside of me #shinsou wanting to fuck his pretty boss now has a gravitational pull that teeters on allconsuming #todoroki x reader #kirishima x reader #shinsou x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha drabble #mha drabble #does anyone spell it #shinso x reader #?#that feels psychotic

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msbyzsz · 1 year

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thinking about bnha being dads makes me so soft and happy.

shoto being so soft for his baby girl, i could just imagine him taking her to your guys angency and just protecting her from everyone there. she would be a daddy’s girl no doubt, just sitting on her dads lap watching him work. every once in a while he’s leaning down to give her a sweet kiss on her forehead while she sleeps. he’ll always cherish moments like these, the ones he’ll know will only happen when she’s young. but maybe you’ll have another one sooner or later. “thank you so much for having her my love, you two are my whole world.

shinsou as a dad would be so cute, i can just see him also taking his kid to work and her just cuddling into her dad. sitting in his lap, just taking a nap. holding onto her dads shirt for dear life but cuddling into him like he’s the softest thing she’s ever felt. him whispering “sweet dreams kitten,” then giving her a sweet kiss on her forehead letting her sleep from the exhausting day she’s had. “thank you for loving me kitten, im so glad that im the one that lets me call you mine and our daughter.”

i feel like bakugou would have tough love. he would try to be so sweet and soft be he also wants the best for his daughter so he’s tough on her. in private he will always be so soft with her, cherishing every moment he has with her. he would hold her in his arms knowing that he’s not gonna get many moments like this, especially being a hero in all and her growing up. he will always love her though trying to make sure he’s always there and she has his attention. giving her a sweet kiss on the head putting her down to sleep. “i love you honey, i love both of you. your my everything.”

#bnha x reader #bnha dads #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou hitoshi x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #katuski bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader

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ranpoesgirl · 3 months

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“Penny for your thoughts?” No need.

he was never good at comforting.

you knew this, so you made it a goal to never cry before him, never flinch before him, never be scared before him, never show any emotion that he’d struggle with…

all your effort to only crash when you catch yourself about to breakdown, you push it back into a lump in your throat, drawing circles mindlessly on your hand to calm yourself, biting your lips in hopes to not whimper…

that moment, he didn’t know what came over him, he was taken back by what he did himself— he pulled you in as if he was hiding you from the world, wrapping his hands around you and gently scratching his nails against your scalp and back to help you feel better, pressing hard kisses on you to make sure you are only aware of him and only him.

RANPO, akutagawa, chuuya, shoto, shinso, monoma, KARMA, gakushuu, teraseka, reki, megumi, GOJO, sukuna(I’m delusional), alhaitham, wanderer, xiao, kurapika

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agendercrisisx · 3 months

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Hitoshi and denki- when ur so full with cum it squelches

They have already filled you with so many loads you can't keep track, but they're not anywhere near stopping. Shinsou pumps into you, as you moan and whimper every time his cock hits your g-spot. Denki stands besides you watching, moving his hand up and down his cock, but every time he gets close he stops. He is only gonna come in you. You need to be filled and breed like a good slut, so he saves every drop for your dripping hole.

Shinsou groans as he can feel himself getting closer, not explicitly working you towards you pleasure, but you're so damn close anyway. When you come around his cock, he can't help to release another load. Filling you up, pressing his hips even harder against your pussy, because he wants your womb to get filled, not just your pussy.

And then the boys switch places, Denki taking Shinsous' place, and now he's filling your dripping hole. Pushing their cum back in you with his cock, he's already so close, from the way he worked his cock. He busts another load in you, and you're so damn full. Your stomach bulging, and as Denki pulls out the cum inside you squelches. They sound has the boys exchanging a look and smirking. A look that says they're not even close to stopping. They're not gonna stop until your fucked dumb and breed properly.

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angelshimaa · 3 months

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━━ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 ;; 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 (pt.3) ♡

⤷ feat. kaminari and shinso

✧ cw :: gn!reader, fluff, smau, them reacting to a low result on a love calculator, food mention in denki’s, shinso calls you ‘baby’, denki calls you all the synonyms of 'beautiful', 'babe' & 'baby', maybe sliiightly ooc!shinso?

✧ a/n :: third one let's goooo !!

pt 1 | pt 2

KAMINARI DENKI ♡

SHINSO HITOSHI ♡

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sinfulpanda16 · 4 months

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Someone Better?

Hitoshi Shinsou x fem reader

"There's someone else I like."

Those words kept playing back in his head over and over again. Kirishima had asked you out earlier, you didn't tell him, but he found through Kaminari. Why the hell did you reject him? Kirishima? That man has everything the looks, the strength, the personality, you two would look so good and perfect together it pissed Shinsou off.

He was walking you home like usual but he couldn't stop thinking about what Kaminari had told him. He was looking down at the ground when he spoke up "Hey, so I found out that Kirishima asked you out." he says and then turned to look at you.

You're taken aback a bit by him, how did he know? Kaminari was there when Kiri shot his shot so he probably told Shinsou you figured. You relaxed a bit and giggled. "Oh yeah he did" you replied a bit shy after remembering that moment.

He fucking caught that. The little blush growing on your face, probably at the thought of Kirishima. Oh no. Did that mean...no. He mustered up the courage and asked "So, how'd it go? Did you say yes?"

You laughed softly. "Oh no. I rejected him."

"No? Wait why?" he asked. He was relieved of course but at the same time a bit shocked. A lot of people would love to be with someone like Kirishima.

You turned away and looked at the ground "There's someone else I like." you smile softly and continue "Someone I really like and I want to be with him."

Its quiet for a bit, you turned to look back at him. Shinsou was already looking into your eyes. He gave you a small smile, you returned his smile and he tells you "I'm happy for you Y/N".

Shinsou grunts as he finishes his last set on the bench press. With one last grunt he pushes the barbell up and he's done. He sits up all sweaty and panting. Damn his workout was so good, letting out his jealousy. He smiles to himself "Fuck Y/N. You know how to get me fired up."

He gets up and heads for a shower. He let's the water run in his hair.

"I'm happy for you Y/N."

He runs his finger through his damp hair. No the hell he's not. The thought of you being with someone else makes his chest ache. He wants you to be happy yes but...not with someone else. He wishes you could be happy with him.

That night he layed in bed looking up at the ceiling.

"There's someone else I like. Someone I really like and I want to be with him."

Him. If not Kirishima who? Who the he'll could that guy be? Is he better than Kirishima? He grabs grips of his hair in frustration. There's someone better. Shinsou has always been insecure about his looks, he knows he's not a lady's man, his quirk, with everyone having told him its makes for a good villain not a hero, his strength, he wasn't automatically placed in Class 1-A or 1-B and everything in general. You mean to say that's there's someone who can top all that better than Kirishima? Needless to say, Shinsou fell asleep after a few tears of jealousy and insecurity.

The next day after-school you and him were at the nature park. School has been a bit heavy on yall so you decided some time outside would be relaxing. Shinsou was following behind you, smiling like an idiot watching your cute self lead him to a 'pretty place'. You turn around "You like cute things right, Shinsou?" you ask him.

Yeah. You, Shinsou said in his mind. "Well, I don't mind them." He said chuckling at your question.

A bit more walking later and you both arrived at a flower field. "Tada! Here we are!" you announced excitedly. It was beautiful, the endless sea of flowers. Shinsou stared out into it "Wow. This is pretty Y/N." he said and turned to you smiling. You returned his smile and for a moment it was just you and him, in front of the giant flower field. His purple eyes looking back at your (e/c) eyes, they're so pretty. Everything about you is beautiful, your eyes, your smile, your aura, even your interests were beautiful. Like the flower field you brought him to.

Shinsou blushes and turns away abruptly his eyes landing on a tree. Shinsou smiles, "Hey let's climb that tree. We'd get a better view of the flowers from up there." he says hoping you'd want to.

You bright up "Yes lets! But make sure to catch me in case I fall." you order playfully.

Shinsou chuckles "I'll be right your side don't worry." he reassures you. Smiling softly as you head towards the tree.

You go to climb the tree being careful to not slip. Shinsou was below also making sure you were careful. When you were seated on a branch he starts climbing the tree and sits right next you. The both of you smile looking out into the landscape. "This is nice. Right Shinsou?" you say not looking away from the sunset setting behind the flowers.

Shinsou responds softly "Yeah. I could do this with you over and over again." You blush at his words, you could do this over and over with him too. He was looking at you and he saw you blushing. He did that?

Shinsou takes a deep breath making you turn to him. "Y/N" he says firmly and goes to hold both your hands. You're shocked by his actions but don't pull away. He begins to speak again "You're the only person that has made me feel things no one else has ever made me feel. You make me feel like I'm this strong, well-respected and remarkable man...but... you also make me feel like I'm this weak, undeserving, invalid man. You drive me nuts." What is he saying? You make him feel sad? "This must be what falling in love feels like. Because regardless of the insecurities you bring me back to, I still want to be with you, and I want to only be with you. I want to go far and beyond to work on myself so I can be the best man for you. Y/N..." he brings your right hand closer to his face and places your knuckles on his lips "I love you." he says gently and leaves his lips on your knuckles closing his eyes.

You're shocked "Shinsou." you say softly. He opens his eyes looking right at your beautiful ones. He pulls your hand away "I know there's someone else. Someone else better than me for you, and I have no right to get in between you two but...If you give a chance, I promise to go to the depths of the earth for you. I promise you won't regret it." he says emotionally.

You hold his cheek smiling softly at him and go in for a kiss. Shinsou is taken aback but doesn't pull away. He kisses you back your lips taste so sweet and unconsciously he wraps his arms around your waist.

After a moment you pull away and smile at him. "Shinsou, you're the one I want to be with. I love you too." you say making him forget the insecurities he had earlier, making the happiest man on earth.

"Thank you, Y/N" he replies going in for another to which you happily return.

#shinsou x reader #shinsou x y/n #shinsou x you #mha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x reader #hitoshi shinsou #mha shinsou #boku no hero academia #bnha #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x y/n #bnha shinso hitoshi #bnha shinsou #my hero fanfic #my hero academy fanfiction

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hydrangeapartridge · 2 years

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Until death brings us together (Ghost!Shinsouxreader) - Chapter 2: Imaginary Friend

Title: Until death brings us together

Tags: Shinsou x reader, ghost!Shinshou, modern AU, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied/Referenced Character Death, depression, toxic friendship (not with Shinsou), sadness

Summary: It starts slowly, insidiously; the sadness, the restless nights, the tears you silently cry at night alone in your empty apartment. That’s coincidently when you start seeing him: the man with the deep violet eyes, and he’s following you.Is he an evil spirit? Is he death? Or is he your depressed mind playing tricks on you?

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CHAPTER 2: Imaginary friend

You don’t see him for a week, and you start to think maybe all of this (whatever it was), was a bad dream; that Hitoshi never existed in the first place. He was probably an hallucination made up by your overworked, stressed and admittedly depressed mind.

That’s what you think until he appears next to you at the cat café while Kagura is using the bathroom.

You almost spill your hot drink into your lap when you turn your head and meet his deep violet eyes. He’s sitting on a previously empty chair to your right, head propped up on his opened palm, looking almost bored. You compose yourself, get back to your drink and try to ignore him. He’s just an hallucination; he comes and goes and you surely can make him disappear if you want.

“Your friend is quite rude” He comments and it takes all of your willpower to not turn to him when he talks. “I hear how she had forced you into accepting to take over for her night shifts… seemed a bit unfair to me given she didn’t seem too keen on returning the favour”

You take a large gulp from your drink and pointedly ignore him, instead contemplating the possibility that he is a manifestation of your subconscious, the rebellious part of you that wants to stop being a pushover.

“You look rather exhausted already. You shouldn’t take on so much extra work” He continues his monologue and you can’t help but click your tongue, annoyed. You apparently have a very talkative subconscious.

“You should take a break” He suggests, softly, his voice dropping so low it sends shivers down your spine. How right and how nosy he is.

“Are you done mom?” You quietly hiss between your teeth, hoping the new barista, a man with wild green locks, won’t notice you talking to yourself. You painfully remember the shit your neighbour gave you. You’d rather keep your sanity issues private this time.

Thankfully Kagura finally comes back and takes back her place siting across from you, completely oblivious to the person you see to her left. She resumes talking about herself and when she mentions work, Hitoshi’s words echo in your mind. He listens to her too, with an occasional exaggerated roll of his eyes when she’s being… well, Kagura. He throws you knowing glances from time to time and it’s becoming more and more difficult to ignore him and focus on Kagura’s rambling.

“Hey, you’re not listening to me. That’s like, extra rude” Kagura notices your lack of attention and Hitoshi snorts like he can’t believe what he’s hearing.

Anger rises inside you from how unfair this whole situation is. You push it down, taking a deep breath. “Sorry, I’m kind of tired these days so I find it hard to concentrate”

You force a smile her way but it tenses as soon as Hitoshi opens his mouth.

“You shouldn’t be the one to apologize. A good friend should see you’re not feeling well and support you” He comments, the end of his sentence covered by Kagura’s reply to your apology.

“Yeah… well don’t screw up at work again. Next time I’m not covering for your sorry ass” She waves her hand dismissively.

Today, you feel your patient run thin, and her attitude makes your blood boil.

“Tell her how rude she is. Don’t let her talk to you this way” Hitoshi’s voice is levelled but insistent. He leaned closer to you so he could whisper directly in your ear. Having his face so close to yours, you imagine the ghost of his non-existent breath warm on the skin of your neck and it makes you jerk back with a small whimper.

Kagura eyes you, surprised and visibly annoyed. “What’s wrong with you these days?”

You didn’t see him move but Hitoshi is now standing behind you, his presence impossible to ignore, like a chill running down your back. You don’t dare turn around to look at him. You repeat in your mind that he isn’t real.

He isn’t real… right?

“Tell her off” He repeats and you wish he would just disappear and leave you alone. His voice in your head feels so very real.

While you were distracted by your imaginary not so friendly friend, Kagura started criticizing you, and you catch her telling you how weird you are, how lucky you are she accepted to be your friend despite your strange behaviour. How you owe her for her kindness towards you. The more she talks, the more Hitoshi’s suggestion to tell her off becomes appealing.

Kagura’s high pitched voice grows louder and louder and mixed with Hitoshi’s whispering commands to make her stop, you start having a headache. You soon feel overwhelmed. You wish they would stop talking; the both of them. If only they could just….

“Shut up!” You burst out, standing up and smacking your palms on the wooden table.

Kagura’s mouth opens wide, shocked and outraged. “How dare you talk to me like this?”

Tears of frustration well up in your eyes. You hate conflict so much and you just want to be left alone. You’re about to say something to calm your friend but Hitoshi’s quick to tell you: “Don’t apologize”

“Apologize!” Kagura all but orders you and you would obey her so she would stop pinning you with her death glare. But the words are stuck in your throat and won’t come out, some part of you deep inside wanting to listen to Hitoshi’s advise.

Kagura eyes you up and down, eyes cold and angry. Her face is beet red and after she waited a moment, seeing you’re not giving in to her demand, she stands up and takes her bag. “That’s it, I’m leaving. You can text me you’re sorry when you’ve calmed down”

You watch her storm out of the café and when she crosses the doorway, you’re tempted to go after her. She’s your only friend.

“Don’t. She’s not worth it” Hitoshi tells you when you haven’t even moved.

You finally turn to him, your frustration overflowing. “What do you know about that?! You’re not even real!”

Tears in your eyes, you walk fast paced to the bathroom to get some peace and put yourself together. You’re tempted to already text Kagura but decide against it. You’ll wait until she’s cooled down too. In the bathroom you take a deep breath and splash some water on your face, hoping it will at least chase your hallucinations away.

Retrospectively, Kagura did talk to you with near zero respect. Yet you admitted to yourself you feared loneliness even more than her temper tantrums.

Luckily for you, the barista didn’t seem to catch your argument with Kagura (or you talking to yourself), for when you exit the bathroom you see him exiting the backroom with a pile of boxed supplies, and he smiles. He has a nice smile, very warm, looking sincere. Being in contact with customers probably suits him.

When you come back to your table, your cold coffee is waiting for you. As well as Hitoshi.

You don’t even sit down and directly start gathering your things to leave.

“You’re better off without her” He says.

“I’m not talking to you so stop talking to me” You mutter as discreetly as possible.

You throw your bag over your shoulder and when you look up, your eyes involuntarily find Hitoshi’s deep violet ones. He looks… sad.

“I am real…. At least I think I am” He muses. “I have been here before, it feels familiar. And I don’t know how but I think I know about people who have a bad influence. I just can’t remember why” Looking around him, he looks a bit lost.

He follows you outside the café and you let him. What can you do about it anyway?

“Why are you following me?” You still ask him in a defeated sigh. You despise your own loneliness but at this moment you’d still rather walk alone.

“You are the only person who can hear me and see me” He falls into steps with you, walking by your side like a friend or a lover would, his shoulder mere inches from yours. Oddly, you don’t mind the closeness. Probably because he isn’t truly here.

“You made me argue with my friend. I’m upset. I don’t want to talk to you” You keep looking forward as you walk, seeing him beside you only from the corner of your eye.

“She was not a very good friend”

You roll your eyes but stop arguing with him, seeing it won’t go anywhere given how stubborn he is. You pass a group of high-schoolers who don’t notice Hitoshi despite brushing extremely close to him.

“At least she was there” You whisper, sadness gripping at your stomach, cold and unpleasant.

“I am here now. With you.” Hitoshi dares to counter. Like he could replace a real friend. It’s grand really, your imaginary friend forcing you to push away the only grip you had with reality and sanity.

“I can’t be friends with you, you’re probably just some weird manifestation of my troubled mind” You can’t really be friends with yourself, that sounds narcissist.

“Then promise me you won’t take the pills” You feel his gaze heavy on you. “I don’t know how but I have a feeling I know what they are for”

You start chewing your lower lip nervously, unable to answer positively. You don’t know why you can’t bring yourself to promise him that. You’re too much of a coward to get rid of them, and too scared to take them. And on top of all, you can’t bring yourself to lie to your imaginary interlocutor.

Your lack of answer makes Hitoshi frown, visibly unsatisfied. “I don’t like it when you get that look on your face”

You stop in the middle of the side-walk, turning to him this time.

“What look?” You eye him up and down, suspiciously. How dare he tell you what he likes or not about the expressions you make?

“You look desperate” He breathes, his eyes so soft with concern it makes your heart skip in your chest, all anger vanishing from you. Why does he care so much?

That’s when it hits you: he’s more of a blessing than a curse. That’s how you should see him; see the silver-lining. He’s your mind trying to help you, to cheer you up, to get yourself to pull your life back together. It should have been obvious; he appeared when you started feeling really bad about your life, and from his looks, he’s all you would dream of in a companion. He’s handsome, tall, muscled but a bit nerdy too; cool and capable. You liked emo kids when you were younger, band leaders with eyeline, so you must have imagined him looking like this from a secret old fantasy crush. He’s a projection of a man who could take care of you. An imaginary friend to support you, like children often have. And with luck, it will be just a phase and you will outgrow him like children do their imaginary friends. He’ll go when you’ll get better, but right now, you would benefit more from accepting him.

“Let’s go to the park” You decide and he looks at you cluelessly, one thin eyebrow raised.

That’s right, he’s an alarm your brain produced so you would take better care of yourself. And listen to yourself you will now, until your heart is satisfied.

“I want ice cream” You announce like a child would, listening to your desires for once, even the simplest one. His second eyebrow raises too. He looks cute like this. You mentally slap yourself for that thought.

“And may I... accompany you?” He asks slowly, made hesitant by your sudden change of attitude.

You simply nod and he agreeably follows you to a nearby park.

You get your ice-cream and sit on a bench to fully enjoy it. Hitoshi sits next to you, of course. With the ruckus the children playing around make, no-one will notice you talking to yourself on this weird little date with your imaginary friend. The afternoon is warm, birds are chirping in the trees. You breath spring’s fresh air, and you almost feel content; grateful to be able to enjoy this pleasant moment without thinking too much about all the annoyances in your life.

“You look even prettier when you’re happy” Hitoshi tells you while casually crossing his legs, looking relaxed as he leans back on the bench, eyes never leaving your face. You probably watched too many dramas to have such a smooth imaginary companion.

“Stop complimenting me, it’s weird” You chuckle, wondering if deep inside you really do find yourself pretty, or if you just wished someone would give you that compliment and indulged yourself with him.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I was just being honest” He replies coolly and you hum, pensively.

Well, a bit of self-love probably does no harm.

Hitoshi is silent for a while but then he adds: “I understand it must feel strange to talk to someone like me. I should refrain from flirting with you given the circumstances” He rubs his large hand over the back of his neck, embarrassed, almost shy when he looked so confident before.

A projection of your mind openly flirting with you… You would laugh really so much the situation is surreal.

“I think I’ve come to terms with what you are. And talking to you doesn’t really sound more insane than seeing you” You confidently reply, proud of yourself for admitting your little psychiatric troubles and working on them.

Hitoshi’s gaze softens and you resume eating your ice cream before it melts under the afternoon sun.

“So you’re not afraid of me anymore?”

So he did notice you were scared of him at first.

You mentally slap yourself. Of course he did, he’s part of you. Maybe talking to him isn’t such a good idea for your sanity.

“Nope” You simply answer and he seems satisfied.

Once you’re done eating, you whip your hands clean of any melted ice-cream with a little paper towel that you throw into a nearby trash-can once you’re done. You then turn to him fully, and that’s when you notice his right arm is now resting on the back of the bench, just behind you, not touching you but circling around you, almost protectively.

“Feeling better?” He asks, when you let out a content sigh, looking all serious.

You nod. You can’t recall the last time you spent some quality time alone (well, alone with yourself) and treated yourself to food you craved. You should do it more often; it feels good.

“Then I’m glad” Hitoshi smiles genuinely, showing his teeth, too perfectly white to belong to a real person.

You are content, your subconscious is content. This day that started so badly finally ends well, and you have a feeling that if you keep advancing on this path of accepting Hitoshi’s presence, you soon won’t need him anymore and things will go back to normal.

The walk back to your place is slow, lazy, Hitoshi’s presence almost comforting by your side. Your stomach full of ice-scream, you stroll through the park, enjoying the warmth of the slowly setting sun, children’s laughters; life.

“I like this place” Hitoshi sighs, almost longing, his gaze dragging over the swings and the little hot-dog trolley.

Of course he does, because you do too. “Yeah me too” You still whisper back.

“It’s even more enjoyable in good company” Hitoshi flashes you a bashful little smile and your heart skips a beat in your chest. You look away, blushing. Your mind must truly be very deranged to have him say that.

Yet after he delivered that line, you feel yourself walking closer to him, your fingers so close to his that warmth fills your hand. Hitoshi hums a little tune to himself as you walk and you can’t remember the last time your shoulders were this relaxed. You feel at peace with yourself.

During the following weeks, you spend every off day (which you can count on the fingers of one hand), on dates with yourself. Hitoshi conveniently appears where you want to go, whether it’s the park, the museum (you love the dinosaur expo, and of course he does too), the café (where you never see Kaguya again).

One day, after a trip to the mall where you finally motivated yourself to buy a new set of soft towels for your bathroom, taking Hitoshi’s advise to chose the pattern on them (you went for a purple towel with cute cats drawings), he stops dead in his tracks. It takes you a moment to notice he’s not beside you anymore and at first you think he might have disappeared for the rest of the day. You’re getting more and more used to having him beside you and you start feeling a little empty when he goes.

But when you turn back instinctively to look for him, you find him immobile on the side-walk, staring at a large billboard, his eyebrows pinched in a frown.

You take a closer look to the add on the billboard and see it advertises a famous pharmaceutical company.

“Shinsou” Hitoshi whispers and you eye him curiously. You don’t know that group very well, except that like many pharmaceutical groups, they are very wealthy and powerful. They often collaborate with some of the doctors who work with you at the hospital.

“Hitoshi Shinsou” You hear Hitoshi say, much louder this time, repeating it to himself like it means something special.

“What is it?” You finally ask him.

When he turns to you, there’s only distress in his pretty eyes.

“My full name. I just remembered it.”

His revelation is like an icy punch in your gut.

You’re not sure your subconscious would bother to give your imaginary friend a last name.

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their favorite place to kiss you ; multiple bnha boys

summary: bnha boys and where they love kissing you most.

word count: 1.6k

includes: gn reader, katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, shouto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijirou kirishima, tamaki amajiki, keigo takami, touya todoroki, hanta sero, & tenya iida.

warnings: suggestive on dabi's part, but not really. its def sfw so no need to worry abt that. also a small amount of cussing.

katsuki bakugou

katsuki loves kissing your lips. he doesn't do anything "half-assed," as he'd say, and kisses to your lips are always full of affection towards you. whether it's a quick peck or a kiss that turns into a make-out sesh, there's always love and passion within katsuki's kisses.

when he kisses your lips the tension leaves from between his brows, the irritation that might've built throughout the day is leaking away, and all his focus is on you and your pretty, pretty lips

keigo takami

might sound odd, but keigo likes kissing your shoulders and back, specifically between your shoulder blades. after a long day of flying around and patrolling the streets of japan what he wants most is to come home to your shared apartment and into your warm arms. he'd tell you about his day, whether it was eventful or not-- he likes seeing you pay attention to him. you wonder aloud what it'd be like to fly around japan all day.

keigo kisses your shoulders and insists on some cheesy shit like, "baby you already know how to fly-- hell, y'flew into my heart and made it soar." you can't help but cringe and giggle at his dorkiness but he totally meant everything he said.

touya todoroki

touya can't get his mind off of the soft skin of your neck whenever you kiss. he feels the need to just sink his teeth in and show you how much you make him burn. it's not too often that he kisses your neck but when he does, he makes the most of it. he'll kiss every inch, from the top of your neck, near your jaw, all the way down to your collarbone.

if you ever ask touya why he likes kissing your neck he'll probably reply with something vague or suggestive. the real reason? he loves the smooth skin of your neck and loves feeling you warm at his touch, squirming when his lashes tickle a certain spot. this close to your chest, touya can feel your heartbeat get quicker and just loves it. no matter how tough a mission or how roughed up he got that day; if he gets to come back to base and indulge in you like this, every injury was worth it.

shouto todoroki

shouto, in his soft and loving moments (almost all his moments) will kiss the side of your head, right at your temple. he isn't the best at expressing himself, but he loves you more than anything and wants to take all your worries away. when shouto kisses your temple, he acts as if he's pulling all the negative thoughts from your head, trying his best to pull together his own thoughts and voice them against your temple, filling your head with his adoration for you.

bonus: the hand crusher likes kissing your hands. they're so beautiful to him and if he had to save one pair of hands from his "hand destroying curse" they'd be yours no doubt."

izuku midoriya

izuku's body is stacked with scars and freckles and he knows how they might make one insecure, but yours are so beautiful and empowering that he makes it an effort to kiss each one of your scars and moles/freckles/blemishes whenever you need it. except, to him, they not blemishes per se, more like your story. they say your moles are where your lover in your past life kissed you the most, i don't think izuku would genuinely believe that, but he still loves to kiss the moles scattered on your body saying something like, "i'll be yours in every life, love." and your scars, he knows all of their stories, he'll kiss them and comfort you, telling you how beautiful and strong they make you.

and if you reciprocate? kiss izuku's scars and freckles?? oh, he'll melt in your arms right then and there. you've sent him off to cloud nine. you'll physically see his soul ascend, he just becomes the happiest man alive.

tamaki amajiki

tamaki loves your cheeks, the plush skin of them always warm against his lips. the innocence of it just takes you out and makes you melt. the way he just takes your face in his hands and presses kisses to each of your cheeks. or when he kisses the middle of your cheek and pulls away to look at you, tracing the curve of your face.

even better when you're looking back at him with those pretty eyes of yours, full of affection. he'll get so flustered and shy, crumbling right at your feet.

hanta sero

hanta loves your lips too, even more so the corner of your lips. the little jerk likes to tease you, kissing the corner of your mouth until you get worked up about it. only then will he finally press a sweet kiss to your lips.

when you complain about hanta's teasing he'll laugh, kissing the edge of your lips once more. "so greedy, my love. good things come with patience." he thinks he's soo cool and wise but he's really just a lovable bully

hitoshi shinsou

in your presence alone, hitoshi is a different person. in those moments when it's just you two, hitoshi'll always have his face buried in your neck turning to kiss your jaw every once in a while. it started as a sleepy habit, he couldn't quite reach your lips, so he opted for your jaw. after that it became a normal habit

even if your jaw is farther than your lips when he's standing over you, he'll just lean down further to kiss it. or he'll tip your face up to his for him to smooch. and if you're taller than him? even better! he won't have to lean down, and if you're that much taller, he'll simply take your face in his hands and pull your face down to his.

eijirou kirishima

eijirou is the most supportive lover ever. this man will do quite literally anything to make sure you feel loved. he always finds himself kissing your stomach. might sound weird but when you guys are cuddled up somewhere and eijirou's head is resting on your torso he'll just start pressing a million kisses to your stomach out of nowhere, if you ask why he'll be like, "i just love your stomach, something wrong with it, babe?" and he's being serious, if you've ever mentioned being insecure of your belly, whether you feel to skinny or too chubby. he'll be like, "uh, no. my significant other is not gonna feel unloved and ugly while i'm around." and shove his face onto your stomach and over-dramatically kiss it everywhere with the little smooch sounds and everything.

and if you tell him to stop he will, but if you're joking he'll take it as encouragement to show you even more love.

tenya iida

tenya loves feeling strong and protective, and kissing your forehead makes him feel just that! especially if he's taller than you. if not, he doesn't care, he can still protect you nonetheless. he'll kiss your forehead millions of times over just to feel like he's your boyfriend. because what is a boyfriend if not caring and protective of you? tenya takes his position as your boyfriend as if it's a job he had to apply for and gets paid for, except this job isn't a nine-to-five. it's a full twenty-four hour business that he is more than happy to take part in.

he’ll take your face in his hands and either pull you down to him or lean down himself to kiss your forehead, depending on your height difference. and he’ll just caress the sides of your face as he does. and tenya is the biggest simp for you ever. if you’re a hero like him, he’s your biggest fan. if you’re not a hero, he’s still your biggest fan ‘cause who cares? you may be a civilian to everyone else, but you’re sure as shit his hero.

denki kaminari

it’s hilarious if you think denki can only pick one place on your body to kiss as his favorite. ha, no. this down bad dork can’t stop and won’t stop kissing every part of you whenever and wherever you let him. like he’ll pepper kisses all over your face, trail kisses down your arms, scatter some more of your neck, and once he’s placed a kiss on every bit of skin you allow him to, he’ll smack a giant kiss on your lips. no, seriously. all the boys are simps, but denki? he’s another category of the word simp. he’s down bad, down astronomical, even.

he’s a very physically affectionate guy, and if you are too, awesome! if not, he respects that and will hold back to make sure you’re comfortable. and if you’re cool with pda he’ll never be far from you, practically attached to your hip. and very often placing casual kisses somewhere on you, be it your shoulder, head, cheek, wherever! so long as you’re comfortable with it, denki is all over you.

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