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illyaana · 3 years

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It's birb season :) This is my part for the "Seven Deadly Sins" collab I'm hosting! It was interesting to write something on lust and avoid NSFW (honestly, it was a challenge) but I wanted to take a risk and hopefully it pays off? We'll see XD

Collab: Seven Deadly Sins by @illyaana

Tags: Hawks x Reader, Binaural, Heated Kissing, Implied NSFW (It's still SFW dw~)

Synopsis: A narrator narrating your and Hawks' internal monologue whenever you two think or meet each other :)

WC: 1133 (long time since I hit 1k ngl-)

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Lust; such a provocateur.

All the Greek gods and Olympians never shunned their desires - they lived off of it; danced and drank until the night's end. Meeting others casually under the same sky but a different bed almost every other day, taking in the joys the world around them had to offer.

Their lust was hidden under the pretence of hedonism; to live off the wild, "uncouth" wants they vesseled, but to never accept the reality behind their actions.

That way of living has long been deemed wrong, but why? Keigo never understood.

Isn't life meant to be wasted on the joys the world had to offer him? Albeit his torturous life as the Winged Hero Hawks had required him to build a wall behind his hedonistic desire, Keigo's want to be free just like Zeus and Dionysus was far from hidden.

He had tasted the riches the world had to offer him; to taste the oldest of wines, to grip the rarest of gems, to wear the thickest of coats… they were things that he no longer found hard to find.

But the day he met you made him change his wants almost instantly.

Who would've thought a quirkless person would make him, a hero known for not taking his job too seriously, fly hours and hours on end just to make sure they're safe?

Well, you did.

Instead of meaningless encounters, he wanted to spend all his nights beside you - taking in your warmth. He wanted to feel your feet entangled in his, your hands softly caressing his wings as you lulled him to sleep. He wanted you to trace his cheek with your thumb, teasing him about how he has forgotten to exude his "manlier side" to the world as soon as he made you his.

He wanted to live a domesticated life with you - an idea that he never understood until he saw how amazing you were, inside and out.

Instead of just being a hero for fame, you gave him a reason to fight every day and every night on end - breaks shortening from 3 hours to 30 minutes. He wanted to build Musutafu into a world where you were protected from all ten directions. He wanted to make sure that you could live your life freely - no worry about death rearing its ugly head.

He wanted his world safe - an idea that he never understood until you greeted him on the street and became his world.

Instead of drinking the fanciest of wines, he wanted to feel your lips against his. After all, the mere touch of your soft lips gave him a high thousands of bottles of the finest wines could never bring. He wanted to taste your cherry lip balm - he wanted it to stain his lips as you gripped his hair, pulling him closer.

He wanted to bring you to another level of ecstasy just by his caress. He wanted you to grip on his shoulders, your goosebumps raising as he whispered sweet nothings to you. He wanted you to melt in his arms and his arms alone. The idea of him holding you as close as he could, you kissing his cheek, neck, shoulder…

It took over his mind more often than you’d think.

You had invoked a feeling within him - a "fire", if you will. The flames that began to burn within him are long from being extinguished.

Lust; such a provocateur - yet, it brought him to a person he wanted to cherish.

"Hello, baby bird."

"Hawks! Slacking again, I see?" You tease, adjusting his jacket, "Looking suave as always, number two."

“This… this feels nice.”

His red wings covered your back, pulling you to the hero's chest. His fingers softly grazed your cheek, admiring the little freckles and making little constellations in his mind. You instinctively melted into the hero's touch, enjoying the feeling of his soft wings against your exposed skin. Hand around your waist, Hawks laid his head against your forehead. Chuckling, you cupped his cheeks, the pad of your thumb rubbing his soft skin.

"You good?" You whispered, afraid to break the precious moment between the two of you.

"I just miss you…"

You visibly tensed when you heard the pain in his words. It spoke more than it should, singing a satirical piece on how Keigo longed for you. His grip around your waist tightened, a feeling of worry shooting up his legs.

"Is everything okay?" You whispered as you pressed your forehead against his, "Wanna talk about something?"

"It's nothing, love. Don't worry."

But his expression was far from it.

The way he sighed as he lost his uptight stature, the way he gripped your shirt tighter than before, how you felt his wings pushing you closer into him…

It spoke more than the words that left his lips moments ago.

"Hawks…"

You looked into his brown irises, taking in all it wanted to say to you. A desire to be alone soon consumed the two of you, the need to be enveloped in each other's warmth ringing loud in your head.

Yet he couldn't give in; not right now.

"You need to go to work, don't you?" Hawks whispered, his grip slowly loosening, "I shouldn't be the reason you're late."

His wings leaving your back, a sudden wave of cold wind hits your skin, making you shiver slightly.

Was it seriously this cold before?

Or was it your body just so accustomed to receiving the never-ending warmth the man before you radiated? - How he'd envelop you in a feeling of security with freedom tingling the ends of your fingers to wander his soft skin?

You never wanted it to end.

It was home.

He was home.

You wanted to give him the exact same feeling he gave you.

Or was it more?

The desire to feel his lips against yours pounded within you, begging even. Your eyes were glazed with a sense of want - no - need as you stared at the man before in his statuesque posture.

You wanted to lace your fingers through his hair as his hands gripped your waist, your legs wrapped tightly around his. You wanted to feel his fingers press on the base of your spine and slowly move up your back to grip your shoulder, his fingers softly grazing your cheek.

But you couldn't - not now.

Lust; such a provocateur - pushing others to their very limits, boundaries aching to be broken, but they can't.

He can't.

You can't.

"I'll see you later, Hawks," you said, kissing his cheek, "Come over once your shift ends - you have my spare key."

A small smile formed on the pro's face, relieving you of the worry that plagued you moments ago.

"Okay."

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anime-central-archived · 3 years

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illyaana · 3 years

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Fanart by: @jinnyart06 (thanks for letting me use it <3)

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Tags: Aizawa x Reader, Fluff, Binaural (if you consider shit a curse word then extremely minor amounts of cursing) (like 1 word)

Synopsis: Aizawa just wanted to stay indoors for his birthday with you and only you. (that's it SJSKAJ)

WC: 1031 (I didn't proofread as much as I usually do, so forgive me if there's a lot of mistakes :<)

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“Hey.”

You pressed your lips on his forehead, pulling him closer to your chest. Fingers entangled in his hair, your thumb softly grazed the side of his cheek.

You felt his arms wrap around your waist as he pressed his forehead against your lips. His fingers played with your cotton wool sweater, pressing against the small puffs back into the cream-coloured clothing. His soft breaths met the base of your neck, making your goosebumps rise ever so slightly. Your laughter filled the room the moment you felt his leg hang off yours, swinging slightly.

“Monkey.”

“Your monkey,” he whispered.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his stubble tickling your skin. You grabbed the blanket that fell off the bed and slung it over the two of you, encasing the both of you in a new layer of warmth. A small hum of approval left the raven-haired male as he pulled himself closer to you.

“You forgot that today’s your birthday, didn’t you?” You whisper, twirling his long hair.

“No wonder I heard all those notifications in the morning.”

“...and you didn’t reply to any of those messages?” You say as you reach for his phone.

“Don’t you dare,” he groaned as he put your hand back on his head, “Keep playing with my hair - it’s relaxing.”

You cup his cheeks, bringing his face closer to you.

“What’s up with you today?”

“I just want to sleep in - not worry about all those kids and all…”

You pushed yourself down to lay your head against his chest. As if it was instinct, he began to ruffle your hair, making it messier than it was before. You listened to his soft, steady heartbeat. Enveloped in his woodsy, fresh scent, your body instantly relaxed. His left hand began to stroke your back as he lulled you to sleep.

Or at least to.

“I can’t have a day in, Shota; I have things to hand in-”

“Call in sick, please.”

“I can’t.”

“You can - I’ll call your boss so they don’t even need to talk to you; just give me their number.”

“Shota…”

“I’ll call them - just give me their number.”

You sigh in defeat.

“I hate that I can’t say no to you,” you pass your phone to him.

He passed his phone to you, smiling.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Talk to Nezu for me.”

You both sat on the couch with his sleeping bag draped on his shoulder, reaching his legs. His legs were wrapped yours as you sat in between them. He pressed his front on your back, hunching slightly. You felt his long hair press on your neck, reminding you of how long it has grown since you met him a few years back.

“What made you decide to keep your hair long?”

“I don’t really know,” he replied, “I guess I forgot to cut it?”

A snort came from you after hearing his response.

“How are you so lazy yet so hardworking?”

“It’s called having priorities, Y/N.”

“And you definitely weren’t the main reason why I am ‘sick’ today, aren’t you?”

He chuckled as he pulled you closer to him.

“There are days where you can just not care, you know?”

“And today just magically became one of those days?”

“Birthdays are the day to give no shits, Y/N - especially when they’re your partner’s.”

You placed his hands into yours and began playing with them as you enjoyed the comfortable silence that fell between the two of you. You closed your eyes as you enjoyed the warmth he radiated, pressing your head against his shoulder. He soon placed his head atop yours as you both stared at the crackling fireplace in front of the two of you. The smell that wafted from the flames - the crisp, sharp smell of heated air - awoke your senses, making you feel the small tingling sensations that crawled up your arm.

You turned to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist.

You pressed your hands against his cheeks, enjoying the roughness that came from the stubble on his chin to the softness of the apples of his cheeks. He instantly closed his eyes, pressing his face into your two hands. Your thumb slowly grazed his lower lip, feeling every single line and every crevice. You stared at his eyelashes, wondering about how it hid the most beautiful shade of obsidian under those eyelids.

“I love you, Shota. I feel like I don’t say it often, but you mean the world to me.”

He opened his eyes and met your intense gaze.

There it is; your beautiful shade of obsidian.

“I love you too, Y/N. I know my world isn’t safe - every single time I walk out of this little safe haven of ours, I am met by things that threaten my life - but I still want you in it. It’s selfish - I know it is - but you’re the only thing I want to wake up to. I only want you to see me like this - all defenceless and unguarded. I only want you to hold me like this - to cup my cheeks and to hold me so close. I only want to hear your voice when I come back home - the rest of the world can wait for me when I leave the next day.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, your noses meeting each other.

“And I want to be the only one who gets to kiss you - no one else.”

You closed your eyes as he closed the distance between the two of you.

This… this was home.

It wasn’t the walls that were decorated with photos of the two of you.

It wasn’t the memories that flashed before you as you stared at your shared kitchen, the sofa nor the window.

It was the warmth that he - and only he - gave you.

It was comforting; it gave you a sense of security.

It was caring; reminded you of all the times you wasted in his embrace.

His skin, his hair, his eyes, his nose, his lips…

Home is the warmth Aizawa Shota gave you as you love each other unconditionally.

“Happy birthday, Shota.”

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illyaana · 3 years

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Part 2: Students waking up for the first time next to their s/o after getting married

Part 1: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki | Part 3: (undecided)

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Tags: Aged up! 1-A x reader, Fluff, Binaural, Husband! au, SFW

Synopsis: A drabble of you waking up to your s/o after getting married (escándalo~)

Characters: Tokoyami Fumikage, Kirishima Eijiro, Iida Tenya

You weren't surprised when you saw Tokoyami hiding under the blankets when the Sun rose.

He hated mornings - no, despised it.

You glared at the male that took the blanket all for himself in the middle of the day, leaving you cold.

"You know your supposed to care for your spouse, right? Hogging the blanket isn't the best way to show it," You question him.

"Unless you want me complain for the rest of the day, let me at least get the whole blanket in the morning."

You sighed in annoyance.

A idea sparked in your head.

You slowly got off the bed, moving towards the door.

"Where are you going?" He questioned.

"I'm going to make some coffee. Want some?" You ask him.

He slowly removed the blanket so the top of his face could be seen.

Plan: success.

You jumped on him, prying off the rest of the blanket. You laughed when you saw the disgusted look on your husband.

You pressed a kiss on his forehead, earning a small hum from him.

"Good morning, 'yami."

"Bad morning to you too, Y/N."

"I was seriously going to make coffee, though."

"I was going to ask you to make for me cocoa."

"Sorry," you say, getting off of him, "Punishment for hogging the blanket; make your own breakfast."

He pulled you back down onto him, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Fine, I'll make it for you," you sigh in defeat.

"I love you, Y/N - thanks," he said, removing his grip on you.

"I don't hate you, too."

You woke up on Kirishima who was sleeping so comfortably. Your hands were around his waist. His hands were tangled in your hair, pressing your head to his chest. Small, soft snores came from the red head, his lips parted.

You pressed your hands on the sides of the bed, trying to get off him.

Hint; tried.

His other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into him.

"You aren't leaving this position," he mumbled, "It's a bit too comfortable."

You moved yourself upwards so that you could closely see his face. You chuckled looking at your husband.

His long hair was disheveled, some even entering his mouth. His eyes were slightly open, signaling you that he was awake. You couldn't help but rub your thumb on his lower lip, removing that naughty strand of hair. You pressed your head against his forehead, enjoying the small moment you had with this unguarded Kirishima.

"Good morning, Kirishima," you whisper as you pecked his lips.

His eyes shot open.

"Wake me up like this from now on - I swear I'll wake up immediately," he said with a full smile.

You stared at the apples of his cheeks that were now dusted red.

"So many demands in the beginning of the day..." you say as you brush your hand against his cheek, "Be thankful I love you."

He moved you to the empty side of the bed. His hand rested on your stomach while the other played with the rogue strands of your hair. He stared into your eyes, enjoying the flecks that danced for him.

"I love you so much, Y/N."

"Love you too, Kiri."

Tenya was never one to give public displays of affection.

He never once even thought of giving you a kiss in public - it would disturb the people around the two of you.

However, right now you both were alone. You were cocooned with him in his black cotton comforter, sleeping in after a very eventful day before. No doubts were running in his head, he could only admire your beauty his eyes were bestowed upon.

His fingers unabashedly ran through your hair, enjoying your soft strands against his rough, calloused fingers. Small hums escaped your lips, unconsciously signaling him that you enjoyed the feeling of his actions.

A small smile came from the male as you pressed you back against his front, not wanting any form of space stopping you from touching your husband.

"How do you move so much in your sleep?" he said to himself, chuckling, "It's as if your body has a mind of its own."

He pressed a small kiss on your forehead. A small hum escaped your lips as you enjoyed the act of love.

You grunted softly as you woke.

"Morning..." you wish him, half-awake.

You turn yourself so that your head is against his chest. You rubbed your head against his soft shirt, enjoying the sensation.

Iida continued to play with the rogue strands of your hair while eyeing your half-awake figure.

"Is my spouse finally awake after sleeping for so long?" he said in amusement.

You got up slightly to look at the clock.

"Its only 8am, it isn't that late," you retorted.

He cupped your face in his hands and gave you a kiss on your nose.

" As much as I love this, we need to move on with life, Y/N. I still need to go to work-" he stopped halfway through his sentence when you gave him a kiss on your cheek.

"Fine, fine - go bathe I'll start making breakfast."

You chuckled when you saw a red Iida walking briskly towards your shared bathroom.

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illyaana · 3 years

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Collab: Chaos's Bearsday Collab by @chaos-night

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Tags: Aged Up! Birthday boy! Izuku Midoriya x Binaural, SFW, Fluff

Synopsis: You thought this was going to be a normal birthday with Deku - the only thing that was different is you were going to make Katsudon, pork cutlet bowls, for Deku. What you weren't prepared for was a flirty Izuku Midoriya.

Word Count: 1689

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You groaned at the sound of your blaring alarm, forcing you awake. You raised your head to meet Izuku’s chin. His hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body even more. You pressed against the bed, pushing yourself upwards to face the sleeping face of your beloved.

You adored the sight of the defenceless hero.

His dishevelled green hair mimicked a bush in the woods - wild yet so adorable. His lips were slightly parted, allowing soft snores to escape the powerful quirk user. His small freckles glowed under the soft sunlight entering your shared room from the window, leaving you in awe. His long lashes framed his closed eyelids.

Thankfully, your alarm turned itself off - he wasn’t letting you move anymore, not with the vice grip he had around you tightening unknowingly.

You couldn’t resist the urge to run the pad of your thumb against his soft lips - it looked so soft and supple. The rest of your fingers found their place on Izuku’s cheek, enjoying the warmth only he could radiate. You smiled, looking at the sleeping Izuku subconsciously pressing his cheeks against your fingers.

This is what you believed a life spent with him would look like - and you pray so that it stays like this.

“Hey,” you say as you kiss Midoriya’s forehead, “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Your alarm began to ring again, causing the hero beside you to groan loudly.

“Turn that thing off,” he said, placing his head on your shoulder, “We don’t need to wake up early today.”

This man… how was he the top hero?

You ruffled his hair, chuckling.

“Weren’t you the one who told me to wake you up early today?” you ask, recalling your conversation with him yesterday.

“I just wanted to spend the whole day with you, but I think we can do it from this bed, can’t we?” he said, pressing kisses on the nape of your neck.

“I think you forgot, Deku,” you say, cupping his cheeks, “You have a press conference with Bakugo and Todoroki today - you know, about your job as a hero?”

His eyelids shot open.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled, making you laugh.

“It’s only,” you looked at the wall clock, “9 am right now. You have about 1 hour to get ready and head to the studio. That trip would take about 20 minutes.”

You smiled when you saw him visibly relax.

“Sadly,” you say, “You aren’t getting breakfast from me since I couldn’t even move one inch from the bed,” you gesture to his arms on your waist.

You kissed his forehead again, trying to wipe off the guilty smile he had on his face.

“Happy birthday, Midoriya Izuku. Now, go get ready.”

He kissed the apples of your cheeks before pressing his forehead against yours.

“Thanks, love.”

⁜

The minute you heard the door close, you got out your phone and called your mother-in-law.

“Hi!” she answered cheerfully, “You ready to do this?”

You turned the voice call into a video call, then propped your phone behind the salt shaker.

“Hopefully…” you trail off as you put on your apron, “You don’t think I’ll burn anything or cause a fire, right?”

“If you’re anything like Izuku in terms of cooking, we’ll be fine.”

You weren’t.

Pancakes, waffles - you could handle that.

But meat? It definitely was not your forte.

Izuku’s the one who handled all the savoury dishes while you were the resident taste tester.

“Don’t worry - the very person who introduced him to the savoury dish is right here, showing you each step in detail. You won’t mess up that much,” you said to yourself as you brought out the ingredients.

You laid them out in front of her, allowing her to examine them thoroughly.

“First things first,” she said, moving to her couch, “You’re wearing your apron wrongly.”

⁜

You stared at the pan filled with onions, eggs and fried pork, feeling defeated.

You were supposed to move all of that into a small bowl of rice.

You were supposed to move a bunch of slippery onions doused in sauce, a steamed omelette that looked like it was going to break into two and a pork cutlet that you slaved over - all of that, into a small bowl of rice.

“Trust me, it’s pretty easy,” Inko said, trying to calm you down, “It just looks intimidating.”

“Intimidating is one way to explain it,” you said, staring at your hard work.

“Just do it, don’t worry - you have multiple backup pork cutlets if you mess up.”

“I know, but-”

“Just do it.”

You immediately placed the toppings into the bowl of rice without any spillage.

...or so you thought.

The whole thing spilt over the sides of the pan, missing the bowl of rice entirely.

“Try again, dear,” she said smiling, “No harm in trying again.”

⁜

After 5 tries, you managed to make two perfect bowls of fresh katsudon. The smell of the fried pork cutlets wafted through the air, making you smile at your hard work.

“It looks really good, dear,” she said, smiling, “He’ll love it.”

You smile at her cheerful gaze towards you.

“You sure you don’t want to come over? It’s just a fifteen-minute drive.”

“I appreciate you asking me,” she said, sighing, “But I think you two should spend the day together. I’m pretty sure you both haven’t spent much time together since your honeymoon.”

“You sure?” you ask once again.

“I’m very, very sure,” she says, chuckling, “Now go get ready.”

You placed your phone flat on the countertop and started to set the table. As soon as you finished, Izuku came into the house, a tired expression painted on his face.

“You okay?” You say as you walk towards him.

“How rude of them to make me work on my own birthday?” he chuckled softly.

He looked to the dining table and his eyes lit up.

“Did you made Katsudon?” he asked, the tired expression he once had leaving his face.

“Yeah, I did,” you say as you help him take off his jacket.

“However,” you place his hands on his chest, “You need to go bathe.”

“What’s with everyone bullying me today?” he huffed.

“Bullying or taking care of you?”

“Well, when you put it that way…” he trailed off.

“Just go bathe,” you say, chuckling as you push him towards your room.

“Oh no,” he said as you pushed him, “My feet can’t move.”

This grown kid.

“So I’m supposed to carry you bridal style now?” you joke.

“ I did it to you, didn’t I?” he whispers in your ear.

You felt blood rush to your cheeks the minute the sentence left his lips.

This man…

“Wow, my feet work now! I’ll go bathe,” he said as he kissed your cheek.

This man is too cute for his own good.

⁜

“This…” he said, mouth stuffed with food, “This is really good!”

You smile, looking at the green-haired male scarfing down the food you made. You loved the little sparkle he had in his eyes whenever he truly enjoyed something - and to your luck, it was the food you prepared for him.

“You seriously made this by yourself?” He asked with his eyebrow raised.

“You don’t see your mom here, do you?”

“You sure you didn’t order in?” He teased again.

You kicked his leg under the table, causing him to wince in pain.

“Oh, how you wound me,” he said, faking tears.

“Serves you right for making fun of me,” you huff.

He got off of his chair and headed to the sink to wash his bowl.

“Well, to be fair,” you add, “I did video call your mom so she could teach me.”

“So I was right, then,” he said as he places his bowl in the sink and turning to face you.

“She didn’t make it, though!”

“You said you made it all by yourself, but you got my mother’s help. Hence, you lied to me,” he put his arms on the countertop.

“I didn’t lie to you,” you say, laughing, “I really made it by myself.”

Izuku was already standing in front of you, cupping your face in his hands.

“You kicked me,” he stared at you, “You kicked a tired hero.”

“Heroes don’t tease others as much as you do,” you retort.

“What is my purpose in your life but to tease you?”

“A lot of things actually,” you say, smiling at him.

“Oh? Like what?”

“First of all,” you put your hand on his chest, “Where did this flirty Izuku come from?”

“Maybe,” he put his thumb on your lower lip, “He came because I am using my birthday privileges to be a little more flirty than usual.”

You stare at his green orbs. They glimmered even under his own shadow. Its golden flecks shined just for you and you alone. The creases of his eyes curved upwards, showing you how happy he was just to be in your presence. The wild forest he calls his hair had rogue strands that tickled your cheeks. You loved how soft they were - especially after him just washing it roughly an hour ago.

Your hand on his chest began to outline the scars he cultivated through his years under All Might’s wing and his hero training back in UA. You smiled as you remembered how strong-willed he was as a boy to become a hero, and now he was - standing on the very top.

“You okay?” he asked, worried.

“I was just thinking of how much you’ve grown from back then,” you look up to his face, meeting his eyes that were staring straight at you.

“For someone who took so many notes back then, you’re really dumb,” you both chuckle.

“How are you still bullying me?” he sighed.

“Endure it, Deku,” you joke, imitating Bakugou.

You close your eyes as you pressed your forehead against his, enjoying the small moment you’re sharing with the male in front of you.

“Happy birthday, Izuku.”

“Thank you, love.”

You both shared a kiss, both bellies and hearts full.

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Tags: Angst (like a lot), Fluff (like a lot), Kaminari Denki x Reader (shoulder-length hair pls, tq), Binaural

Synopsis: You and Denki are childhood friends. When you were young, you two found this little meadow filled with wildflowers. Who'd thought your safe haven would bring back such painful feelings?

Word Count: 2812

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The meadow you both crouched on glowed a gold hue as your fingers grazed the soft petals of the tall wildflowers, its stems rubbing against your sides. You eyed how the soft colour dusted itself on the peach skin of the boy before you, his entranced gaze stuck on the yellow and black-coloured butterfly fluttering its wings on the white-coloured flower. You enjoyed the bright smile adorned on the innocent male as he saw the now flying butterfly dance in the pale blue sky.

When’s the last time you both did this? - just walking around this little haven you both found together a year back?

Your six-year-old self reflected on all the memories they made with the seven-year-old in front of them.

It all began here - this little prairie.

Your first friend, your first wound, your first fight, your first day-out; it all took place in this land of vast greenery dusted yellow by blackeyed susans, corn marigold and bird's-foot trefoil.

It is all thanks to the adventurous, little blonde boy in front of you.

“Why are you staring, Y/N?” Denki said, nudging you.

“Just looking at the flowers, that’s all.”

A good lie, Y/N - a skilful lie.

He looked at your finger, eyeing it. Soon your hands were in his, the soft pad of his fingers trailing on the small lines of your hands. Each crevice was examined by that soft gaze of his, playing with your soft skin. His finger stopped at the scar painted on the fleshy part of your palm, a sulk forming on his lips.

“Was this from that time I dared you to jump from that tree?” He asked, guilt laced in his whispers.

It was, but you didn’t want him to know.

“Don’t worry, Denks - it wasn’t from that dare,” you say as you take your hands away from his grip, “I picked up a rock and there was a sharp end and it cut through my skin.”

He pulled your hand back into his, stretching the skin around the scar. He tried looking for clues to make sure you weren’t lying, a stressed look evident on his face.

You chuckled, gripping the side of his cheek and pinching it.

He looked at your radiant smile and all his worries washed away.

He let go of your hand and gripped your cheek in his left hand. His thumb began to rub small circles on your cheek, admiring how you leaned into his touch.

He loved how you were so at peace and calm when you were with him. You had no qualms in wasting hours listening to his dreams and aspirations, intervening once in a while to expand on his little ideas.

But you - right now, like this - is his favourite of it all.

You looked like an angel, the light from the Sun lighting your soft skin. The flowers and the very ends of your hair softly swished against the wind, forming such beautiful scenery as he took in the view unravelling in front of him.

He wondered how those flowers would look against your fingers, your hair, your ears…

He wondered how you’d look dripping in flowers.

“Sit down.”

Denki eyed the ground beneath him, looking for flowers that reminded him of you. The softness you brought, the light mood you formed whenever you were around him, the warmth you radiated whenever you were with him - he kept it all in his head as he saw the flowerbeds filled with flowers of different species.

His eyes stopped at the Black-eyed Susans that swished with the wind.

He instantly grabbed handfuls of the dainty-looking flower, hoping he had enough for the idea he had in his head.

Using his long nails, he cut the stem of the flower right down in the middle. He split one of the sections again, making three strips out of a stem. He then slowly began to braid the stems together, weaving them into a long strip.

“Stick your ring finger out, Y/N.”

You let him wrap that small strap around your finger, a determined gaze focused on the base of it.

He then inserted the end of the weaved strip into a section of the strip, securing its shape.

He took the rest of the flowers he collected and put them in his pocket as he walked behind you.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Let me do this! I have an idea,” he said, happiness lacing his words.

In a huff of annoyance, you agreed.

He began to braid the two front pieces of your hair, slowly adding the flowers he collected. He made sure that the stems were hidden behind your luscious hair. Once he finished braiding them both, he brought them to the back of your head, tying them together with the hair tie on your wrist.

“Are you finally done?” You ask, turning to face him.

You stared at his eyes focused on you, a small blush dusting his cheeks.

Angel.

“Yeah. Thanks for letting me do this, Y/N,” he replied, covering his cheeks with his arm.

You looked like an angel to him. The way your eyes twinkled, your soft lips, your cute nose, your soft skin, your gaze - it was all so perfect to him.

“Y/N,” he started, “Promise me when we get older, we’ll marry each other?”

Your eyes widen as you quickly stand up in shock.

“The hell, Denki?!” You felt blood rushing to your cheeks, “You just can’t say that!”

“I think you’re the only one that can handle me - after all, you’re still here,” he says as he rubs his chin.

“Denki, life doesn’t work like that.”

“And you know how my life is going to work? Knowing me, I’d be single until I’m 23-years old if we don’t make this promise. I’d most probably have a sugar baby-”

“Stop,” you say, holding back your laughter, “Is that your plan if you don’t get into a relationship by 23?”

“...maybe.”

You began laughing, clutching onto your stomach as you stared at him.

“Stop laughing, okay!” he says, annoyed.

“Well, at least you have goals-”

“Y/N!” He says, hitting your back.

You take a deep breath as you recollect your thoughts.

Maybe a life with him won’t be so bad.

“If I can prevent you from thinking of being a sugar daddy that early in life, then sure; we can get married.”

He smiled, grabbing your hands.

“Thank you, Y/N!”

You both hold hands as you walk out of the meadow.

“I’m picturing you with a college girl at 65-year-”

“Stop.”

“You’re finally back!” said Denki as he jumped into your arms.

“Yeah, I am.”

You looked at the now pro-hero in your hands. You chuckled when you felt his small grip on the back of your loosely fit university hoodie. He pressed his head against your chest, nuzzling into the soft cotton. A small hum left his lips as you ruffled his blonde hair - signalling how comfortable he felt in your hands.

God, you missed him - it felt so wrong to leave him right after graduating from UA.

However, you have become a skilled inventor - no one could doubt that. Thanks to the guidance of David Shield, you’ve made your name in the inventing world. You came back to Mustafu to build your brand - hopefully alongside your childhood friend.

“So, Chargebolt,” you teased, “Congrats on getting into the top 10 of the Hero chart! I was shocked when I found out that you - of all people - got in.”

“Hey,” He hit the back of your head, “I’m a good hero, okay?”

“I sense favouritism but okay,” you teased again.

“Not very good of you as an up and coming inventor to tease a pro-hero.”

“So the friend label is gone? Understood, sir. Have a great day,” you say as you push him off of you.

“Fine, fine, fine. Come in.”

You walk into Denki’s new apartment and a flush of memories come.

You eyed the small pictures he hung on the wall, the little trinkets he kept on his coffee table and the way he arranged his kitchen. It all reminded you of his former home - the home near that little meadow.

You miss it - you both did.

You took out the little flower ring he made all those years ago and placed it in his hands.

“Remember this?” You ask.

“You kept it?” He said, smiling, “I can’t believe you did!”

“Yeah. I book-pressed it the minute I went back,” you say, chuckling, “Y’know, I still think about that little promise we made in that meadow from now and then.”

“What promise?”

You eyed the metal band around his ring finger.

He remembers - he definitely remembers. After all, he was the one who made you agree to it.

“You didn’t tell me we were having guests, Denki.”

Your eyes fell to Jirou walking out of a room and wrapping her arms around his waist from the back. She pressed her head against his neck, her hair brushing against it. He smiled, leaning into the newfound warmth she gave.

You saw the same metal ring around her left ring finger. The same gem, the same design, the same shape - everything.

“I forgot to tell you, didn’t I? I’m engaged to Jirou! - We’re getting married later this year.”

Of course, he forgot. It was just a simple promise you both made when you were kids. It meant nothing - nothing at all.

“I’m happy for you, Denki - I really am.”

You really were.

You are happy that he finally met someone who loved him despite seeing all his flaws.

You are happy Jirou managed to see what you saw in Denki - a loveable, amazing soul with a heart of gold.

You just wished you didn’t hold onto that promise.

You wish you threw away that rotting ring when you had the chance.

You wish you never went to that meadow.

You wish you never met Denki - not like that.

You wish you never fell in love with him.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Denki said as he hugged you again.

You don’t want him to hug you.

You wanted distance - you wanted to go back to I-Island.

You don’t want to be here.

You tried to pry Denki off of you, but you couldn’t - his grip on you was too strong.

“Denki, you’re choking me,” you say whilst fake-laughing.

You looked at Jirou who smiled at his display of affection towards you.

She trusts you - she knows how much you mean to him.

You don’t deserve it - her trust is wasted on you.

You are in love with her future husband - the very person who is hugging you as tight as they can.

“Denki, they look so uncomfortable - get off,” she said, patting her shoulder.

You want to get out of here.

You need to.

“I think I’ll head to my hotel room, Denks,” you say as you grab your bags.

“But-”

“Denki,” you say as you push him off of you angrily, “I need to go, ok?”

You look at his torn expression and guilt hits you.

But it was his fault - all of this was.

He isn’t meant to cry - you are.

And here he is, tearing just at the sight of your angry expression.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Did something happen? You seemed okay when you came earlier…”

Stop crying, Denki.

“There’s nothing wrong, Kaminari. I just need to check into my hotel room, that’s all.”

Kaminari.

“Do you want me to drive you there? I-”

“It’s okay, Kaminari. I’ll get a cab.”

Kaminari.

“Y/N, we’re good, right?”

“Why would you think we aren’t, Kaminari?”

Kaminari.

You walked out of their apartment, tears trailing down your eyes.

You stood in the meadow you met Kaminari, eyes closed. You took in the fresh air brushing against your skin as the smell of fresh flowers invades your nose. Your now long hair felt weightless as the wind lifted it, giving you wings.

“How do I look, Y/N?”

You stared at Denki in his black tux and smiled.

He looked amazing, as usual.

His skin looked amazing against the obsidian-coloured suit. The sunlight hit his skin so well it looked like it was glowing. His hair was tousled, giving you a full view of his undercut. You chuckled when you saw the black streak of his hair hidden under his natural yellow hair - it looked as if he was trying to hide his foolish mistakes when he was a kid. You looked at his small piercing now adorned with a purple gem, reminding you of his fiance.

He’s finally getting married.

He’s getting married in the meadow where you both spent your younger years.

He’s getting married to someone else in the meadow where you both spent your younger years.

“You look good, Kaminari.”

“Why are you calling me Kaminari? Call me Denki.”

“I can’t, Kaminari.”

It would bring back too many memories.

Painful memories.

“I don’t know why you can’t, though?”

“It doesn’t feel right…”

“You’ve been calling me Denki or Denks ever since we were kids, Y/N! Hearing you call me Kaminari sounds wrong…”

“Leave it, Kaminari,” you say, hiding your feelings behind a laugh.

“No, I won’t. Call me Denks, Y/N.”

Stop.

“Later, Kaminari.”

“Not Kaminari - Denki.”

Stop.

“I promise I’ll call you that later, now go get ready.”

“I am not leaving until you call me Denki.”

Stop.

“Kaminari, just go.”

“I don’t know why you stopped calling me Denki ever since you saw Jirou that day - it doesn’t make sense. You were my first friend that called me Denks, you made that nickname - Why are you calling me by the nickname you made?”

Stop talking about it, please.

“Please, Kaminari - let it go.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him.

“I won’t until you tell me why. Did I do something wrong? Just tell me, Y/N. You know I won’t hate you no matter what happens.”

“Just drop it, ok?” You say, anger lacing your words.

“Oh my god, Y/N! Just tell me-”

“Fine.”

You forced your wrist out of his grip, making him fall on the couch.

“You wanna know why? It’s because I thought you remembered the promise we made as kids. I hoped you felt the way I did about it; I hoped you knew why I never got into a relationship.”

You gripped your phone tightly, not wanting to lash out at him anymore.

Why did you do that? Why today?

He’s supposed to be happy today.

“What promise, Y/N?”

A dark smile graced your lips.

What were you thinking? Shouting at him won’t make him remember.

Tears began to fall from your eyes as you lifted your face to see his worried face.

“It’s okay, Kaminari - don’t worry about it.”

“How can I not? You’re crying in front of me,” he said, tears forming in his eyes, “You weren’t meant to cry today.”

You weren’t either, Denki.

He got off the couch and began to hug you tightly. He pressed your head against his shoulder as he rubbed your back.

“Please don’t cry, Y/N.”

You gently push Denki and cup his face in your hands. You rub the tears from his eyes as he pressed his cheek onto your left hand.

“You okay, Denks?”

Just for today, you’ll give what he wants.

Just today.

“There it is!” He said, jumping on you, “Don’t you dare call me anything but Denks again.”

“Mhmm.”

You hugged him one last time before heading to your seat, waiting for the ceremony to commence.

You saw how happy he stood at the altar with Kirishima by his side. You chuckled as you looked at the small banter happening between the two of them, pissing off the priest slightly. Bakugo snapped at the two of them very often, telling them to keep quiet.

Still the mother of the group.

Soon after, Jirou walked in.

She wore a white dress that tugged on her amazing figure, surrounded by lace. Dandelions surrounded her, flying in the air, encasing her in pure beauty. They danced around her as her orchestra of young kids sang and played instruments for her.

You saw how tears formed in both of their eyes as they stared at each other.

Tears of joy encapsulating how much they’ve dreamed of this moment.

While yours that showed joy hid everlasting longing.

You feel cheated - not by Denki, but the black-eyed Susans that tickled your feet.

You feel cheated by the black-eyed Susans that cleared a path for Jirou to meet her beloved.

You feel cheated by the black-eyed Susans Denki used when he was young to make you that damn ring.

Your tears watered the devilish flowers painted yellow and black that stood beneath you, taking in your pain as a drug.

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illyaana · 3 years

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Hey... Could you maybe... Could you make a oneshot consisting of Bakugou's older sibling reader (I'd prefer it to be gender neutral with a more masculine style, however you prefer) x Midnight? 🥺🥺 I love her so much and Horikoshi did her dirty. You can do whatever oneshot that you want/comes to mind, I just want something fluffy. Thank you UwU

Udk how much I squealed getting this as my first ask!

(also whoever you are you made my day/week/month (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ)

I agree, Horikoshi did her dirty. She had some moments but that was IT. I tried my best, hope you like it!!

(it's more of a you being a hero and being in a relationship with Nemuri rather than a one-shot surrounding your relationship, but there's a bunch of fluffy stuff at the end, so gehe-)

Tags: Midnight x Bakugo's Older Sibling! Reader, Binaural, Fluff, Minor Cursing, Mentions of Blood

Your Quirk: Liquid Maker - You conjure a liquid in your hands (smtg like sweat) when you want to and it can become anything. Name it, you got it hun <3

Synopsis: You are a hero (obviously gehe-) and you were catching some villains. Suddenly a huge explosion came from the middle of Musutafu and you headed straight to the crime scene.

Word Count: 2163

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You woke up to the sweet smell of smoke coming from the living room. Groaning, you got off your comfortable bed and raced to the living room to stop Bakugo from his daily antics.

"You really got to stop doing this in the morning, Katsuki," you told the younger male, "It's literally," you looked at the clock, "8 am in the morning and my half-asleep self could've gotten hurt stopping you from breaking all hell loose."

Katsuki scoffed while looking at you. "Why aren't you at work yet? As you said, it's already 8 am."

"Later shift today! I only start at around 10 am."

"Wow, aren't you lucky?" Katsuki said as he walked towards the stove, "I'm making pancakes, but I won't make even one for you until you go bathe. You look disgusting."

"Okay, okay." You say, raising your hands and rushing to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

After bathing, you head back into your room and began to wear your skin-tight hero suit.

You groaned slightly as you slowly pulled the form-fitting clothing up your body.

"I swear to God this isn't getting easier."

"You are literally a fatass, so I'm not surprised," you heard Katsuki scream from the kitchen, "I pity Midnight. The fact she needs to be around a literal piece of garbage who doesn't even look good."

"At least I have someone, unlike your childish ass."

"I am a child," he retorted.

You sigh as you open your room door and head back to the kitchen.

"One day, you're going to wish you were nicer to the people around you."

"Maybe," Katsuki said while passing you a plate with a stack of three pancakes, "...but I am pretty sure you aren't going to be one of them, judging by how much you baby me."

"But you are a child! Didn't you say so a few minutes ago?" you say as you pinch his cheeks, earning a growl from him, "Woah, calm down dog."

"Shut up and eat, fatass."

You chuckle at his words and proceed with the order given by your younger brother.

You loved getting later shifts on Fridays. These were the quieter days in the Bakugo household. Mom usually took her extra days off on Fridays like today, extending her weekend. Dad left for work earlier on Fridays but he'd always buy some spicy thing for Katsuki and you to have in the morning. Something to wish us a good day, I presume. And to top it all off, you and Katsuki would have these "sibling" moments, which mostly consisted of you annoying him to the point he'd lash out at you.

"You're a really good cook, Katsuki. These pancakes keep getting better!" you compliment the 10-year old.

And there it was: you entertainment of the day - Katsuki trying to say thank you but failing miserably thanks to his own pride as a "man".

"T-than- that's obvious, isn't it?" he ends, a blush present on his face, "I make pancakes every single time you have a later shift because you like it. If I'm getting better, that means you've been getting more later shifts. That means you've been slacking off, you stupid Pro Hero!"

"...how did you even get to that idea?"

After calming down a raging Katsuki, you put on your gear and head to the entrance of the house.

"Have a good day at school, Katsuki. Don't do anything you'd regret," you playfully warn him before leaving the house.

The streets of Musutafu were usually peaceful. Ever since All Might became the Symbol of Peace, the crime rates have dropped extensively. Yet, there are always one or two little naughty kids that wanted to play with their quirks - or in simpler terms, people who act like kids and try to do minor crimes using their quirks.

Using the liquid formed in your hands, you aimed at the legs of the two running males in black and wrap their legs together. Within a second, the liquid instantly formed into a rope and bounded their legs together, forcing them to fall face down.

"You both gave me a good morning run, thanks for that!" You say as you place two handcuffs around their wrists, "But you should seriously think about another hobby besides stealing."

From afar, you heard a loud boom coming from the middle of Musutafu.

In an instant, you formed another bunch of rope and tied the two males around their waist and pushed them to the corner of a building.

"Run away and you'll get more than just jail time," you say as you rush off to the scene.

The minute you reached the scene, your eyes widened in fear.

Endeavor was the reason behind the whole catastrophe here?

From behind, you felt a pair of soft hands touch your shoulder.

"I know what it looks like, but trust me it isn't," Nemuri started, "A villain that has a mind control quirk is controlling Endeavor from a distance. I've been trying to locate them, but no luck."

You smiled, looking at your girlfriend.

"You managed to get all of that in a few seconds?" you ask, amazed, "I got a good one, didn't I?"

You felt Midnight pinch you from behind.

"As much as I appreciate the compliment, now isn't the time to flirt with me," the female hero said.

You nod, washing away the playful smile.

"You get all the civilians out of here and contact the heroes through the network. I'll try to get him down and knock him out," you say. Nemuri nodded and began to gather the civilians away from the scene.

"Now," you turn to face the 2nd best hero, "How does one take down someone much, much more stronger than you?"

You slowly gathered your liquid in your palm, allowing the fluid to grow in volume.

"You defeating Endeavor would be a sight to behold, not going to lie here," the villain said through Endeavor, "But I am willing to test out that theory."

You lunged at the fire user while creating a fire-resistant rope to tie him down in your hand. In the other, you managed to conjure a Haladie sword - a sword you've trained with ever since your days in UA.

Using the sword, you managed to propel yourself above Endeavor and cut his back. Using the momentum you built, you used both your feet to hit the back of Endeavor's knees, forcing him to kneel.

You immediately stabbed his dominant hand, preventing him from reacting quickly.

With a snap, the Haladie sword transformed back into its liquid state and wrapped around his left hand.

"I was never planning on defeating Endeavor but merely securing him, dear villain of mine," you say as you transformed the liquid around his left hand into a quick-cancelling glove, "It’s one point for Y/N, right now. No point for little Mindy over here."

You began to build up more liquid in your hands to hopefully form another Haladie sword or at least a blade.

The controlled Endeavor began to get up slowly and turn to face you.

"I didn't peg you to be a dumb one, Y/N."

You felt a blade pierce through your stomach.

A civilian sobbed as they pressed the blade deeper into your body, your blood dripping onto their office coat.

"I can't believe you let your guard down so easily. It was your fault to assume I could only control one person at a time, little hero," the controlled civilian said midst crying.

"And that will be your downfall," Endeavor said as small flames began to grow from the palm of his right hand.

The knife that once was in your body was violently ripped out of your body by the controlled civilian and then used to kill themself by piercing their heart.

Tears fell as you saw the now lifeless male bleed to death right beside you.

"Oh don't worry," Endeavor said, "I'll make sure you also go with him, too. That small wound won't kill you, I know that."

You saw Midnight running towards you along with Eraserhead and All Might.

"You know, I always pictured you crying over a dead Nemuri Kayama whilst bleeding from your stomach, have you?"

Your eyes widened at the statement.

There was no way you were going to let that villain kill her.

"Eraser," you screamed, "Erase his quirk and get Midnight out of here."

'Please don't fail on my now, buddy,' you told to your body as you ran towards Endeavor, 'You still have to live for the people you love.'

You quickly formed another Haladie sword and vaulted from the floor towards Endeavor.

You managed to grab the hand aimed at Midnight and pushed it towards you. Using the remainder fluid you had, you formed another quirk-cancelling glove on Endeavor's right hand.

You could hear a sigh of relief from both Nemuri and Shouta, making you smile.

From afar, you heard All Might saying that he caught the villain that was controlling both the civilian and Endeavor. You were shocked when you heard the number one hero's laugh of victory.

You were amazed at the skill the male had.

A villain that took two people to search for was found by him in a few minutes.

Soon, the wound formed by the dead civilian began to take effect as your vision became hazy.

Before you could lose consciousness, you felt Nemuri's hands wrap around you, catching you before you fell.

When you woke up, you heard the sound of hospital monitors beeping. You felt a small hand gripping around your left hand.

"Why did you let them stab you, idiot," you heard your younger brother say, "Don't go teaching me a lesson with your death - it won't work."

You chuckled, looking at the younger blonde. "If this doesn't work on you, I don't know what will."

Katsuki began to sob on your blanket while gripping on the four fingers his small fingers could grip.

"It's okay, Kacchan," you saw a green-haired boy patting his back, "He is here and he is alive. That is all that matters, okay?"

You smiled, looking at the greenette.

"What's your name?" you ask him.

"I'm Izuku Midoriya! I'm friends with Kacchan," he says with a beaming smile.

"Kacchan, huh?" you tease, "You are really close friends with Kacchan, aren't you?"

Before Izuku could reply, you felt Katsuki pinch your leg.

"I don't even know why I care for you, you fatass."

"Oh, how you wound me," you feign sadness as the ten-year-olds left your room.

You smile at the sight of the greenette consoling your brother as they walk out of the room.

You look up to the ceiling, sighing.

"You are a bit too young to be sighing so loudly, Y/N," Nemuri said as she slowly opened the door, "I saw what you did there. Don't tease Katsuki so often, he is quite mature for his age, you know?"

You smile, looking at Nemuri with her hands on her waist.

"He's growing too fast. I need small moments like this to remember how innocent he is before he becomes the raging little twit I know he'll become."

"Woah, Woah, Woah," she says, laughing, " 'Raging little twit'? You really are a bad brother."

You begin laughing, "I have to be the playful one or else the Bakugo's would be a family of three brooding people and one peaceful man."

"True."

Your eyes widen.

"You aren't supposed to agree, you know?"

"My mother taught me not to lie," she says, smiling.

"Well, white lies aren't bad."

She sits beside you and holds your hand. Tears slowly escape her eyes as she looks at you.

"You are okay, right?" She says, sniffling.

You slowly wipe off her tears and put the palm of your hand on her cheek.

"I'm fine, Nemuri."

You slowly move towards her and place a kiss on her forehead.

You pat the empty side of your bed, "Want to join me?"

She slowly nods as she walks to the empty side of the bed and gets in. Her legs immediately wrap around your left leg as she places her head against your chest. Her left hand extends around your waist and hugs you.

"What are you, a koala?" you joke.

"What can I say? You are a comfy tree."

"Well, I am glad to be of service."

Soon, Nemuri goes to sleep. Soft snores can be heard from her as she rubs her head against your chest.

'The koala became a cat,' you thought to yourself.

Your right-hand goes to the top of her head, ruffling her hair.

"I love you so much, Nemuri Kayama. I always will. If I had to, I would gladly lay my life down so that you'd be safe. I know you're asleep and probably can't hear this, but you are the most important thing in my life - don't forget that," you tell her sleeping figure as you fall asleep.

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illyaana · 3 years

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EVENT IS CLOSED!!

The world is a vast, mysterious place filled with questions to find and answers to discover. The question is; are you willing to search for your answers?

Hello! This is a small event I'm hosting for spooky month :3 What I'll be doing is I will write a small drabble (500 words max) about your relationship with your significant other, but with a supernatural twist :)) You get to decide who's the spooky one in this relationship >:3

-> 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 (previous entries)

There is a few things I would like to address before I continue with this;

¹ This is a SFW blog - any NSFW requests will be deleted immediately.

² I will take time to write your drabbles. Luckily, my sem break is starting soon, but I like to take time when writing anything. Rushing it usually ends with me not liking what I post, so let me take my time with writing it. I will definitely post it by Nov 1, though!

³ This is a very impromptu event, so if something isn't clearly mentioned here, you can either send me a DM or send me an ask. I'll reply ASAP.

⁴ I will be only accepting asks from the 6th of October until the 28th of October.

How does the event work?

Pretty simple, actually. What you've got to do is

¹ Do the quiz linked below.

Quiz link: < What Creature of Lore Are You? >

You get to decide if you or your significant other is the supernatural being :)) just make sure to tell me. If you don't, I will just assume you wanted to be the supernatural one XD

² Pick one anime character from the animes below;

Haikyū!!

Boku No Hero Academia

Attack on Titan

Jujutsu Kaisen

Hunter x Hunter

Tokyo Revengers

Kuroko's Basketball

Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Moriarty the Patriot

Noragami

Kamisama Hajimemashita

³ Finally, send me an ask with your choices and

Your preferred pronouns

Your MBTI

Your Star Sign (Sun, Moon, and Rising, if you know them)

A random fact about yourself (I might add it in :33 )

-> 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 (previous entries)

I'll have a masterlist of all the asks I've received once I begin posting them! I'll link it here, too.

Thanks for all the support you've given this blog - it sincerely means a lot to me <3

#illyaana | event: the unknown #bnha #mha #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#jibaku shounen hanako kun #kuroko no basket #aot #jjk #kamisama hajimemashita #tokyo revengers #moriarty the patriot #noragami #yuukuko no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty

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illyaana · 3 years

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WORKS UNDER LISTED CHARACTERS: Works listed will be related to that specific character. It can be monologues or x reader.

X READER WORKS: They are binaural or no specific gender is specified for the reader unless stated using the tags.

TAGS: Tags are to show the general feel of the works. It doesn’t explicitly tell how the plot is.

RATING OF WORKS:

Medium NSFW (heated kissing, sensual touching, etc.): BLUE

SFW: BLACK or WHITE (depending on your theme).

OTHER ANIMES: Basically if there is a work based on an anime I don’t write on much, I’ll list it under there.

SHIPS: All the ships I have for all the animes (listed or unlisted) will be there.

Tags:

☁️: fluff

🌧️: angst

🤫: cussing

🚺: female reader

🚹: male reader

🤝: x reader

🩸: blood and/or violence

Multiple Characters

Students waking up for the first time next to their s/o after getting married | ☁️🤝

Part 1: Todoroki, Midoriya and Bakugo

Part 2: Tokoyami Fumikage, Kirishima Eijiro, Iida Tenya

Pro Heroes waking up for the first time next to their s/o after getting married | ☁️🤝

Part 1: Eraserhead and Midnight

Bakugo Katsuki

Birthday Special: Hot Chocolate |☁️🤝

Midoriya Izuku

Aichmomania - Vil! | 🌧️🤫🤝🩸

Birthday Special: Katsudon | ☁️🤝

Todoroki Shoto

Moon | 🌧️🤫🤝🩸

Diavolo | ☁️🌧️🤫🤝🩸

Dorm Life | ☁️🌧️🤫🤝

Hitoshi Shinso

Summer Hues | ☁️🤝

Mashirao Ojiro

Birthday Special: Fallen Feathers | ☁️🤝

Kaminari Denki

Black-Eyed Susans | ☁️🌧️🤝

Aizawa Shota

Warmth | ☁️🤝

#Illyaana | Masterlist #My Hero Academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha

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illyaana · 3 years

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hi juju! can i participate in your event! can i choose kirishima from mha?

i got werewolf for the quiz

i use she/they pronouns

my mbti is infp

my sign is sagittarius

a random fact is i'm rlly liking plants rn <3

Someone landed on one of my favourite supernatural beings, didn't she?

I'll gladly do this one for you, Nepho :3 Bringing the Sagittarius energy I love, too! (since I'm also s centaur like you gehehehe) Speaking of plants; my mom has been growing a bunch of vegetables in her garden, and she recently plucked this reaaaaalllly small tomato that I keep fangirling about yes I am fangirling about a tomato

Want a drabble like this? Head to the event's main post to see how!! Here's the link for the past asks :))

"Kiri..." you said, pressing your head deeper into his collarbone, "Please don't leave."

Your hands wrapped around his waist, gripping tightly. You felt Kirishima's anger - it was so rare but it had such a dark power against you. Your wolf whimpered as they felt their mate's anger burning them.

"Why did you not tell me? Did you think I wouldn't love you just because you aren't a human?" He said, anger lacing his words, "Do you think so little of me?"

He gripped the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer to him.

"I don't fucking care if you were a human or not. I love you for who you are, Y/N - werewolf or not. It just fucking hurts that you thought that I would leave you just because you aren't a human."

"Can you blame me? All my life I've been told to keep this part of me aside. Thanks to every other person having a quirk, I thought I could easily join UA as a student and live my dream as a hero, but apparently I could never hide it."

You forced his hands off of your collar and pushed him away from you, making him hit the wall behind him.

"Every single time I see one of my pack members open up to their friends about them being a werewolf, they're either bullied, ostracized or killed. I didn't want to die, Kirishima - I want to live."

Tears began to drip from your eyes as you stared at the red-haired male before you. His shocked expression said more than his words, the anger you felt from him slowly turning into worry.

"I want to live beside you so bad, Kiri. I want to be worthy of your affection and to be your friend. I want to be your rock - pun unintended," you chuckled.

"I want to be with you so bad it hurts," you ended.

You would never dare to tell him that he was your mate - you know if you told him, he'd be with you out of sympathy. You wanted him to love you without the effects of your mate bond.

That didn't mean it didn't hurt when he had all those other flings. You stood from the side lines while he flung himself to every person he deemed his lover. It hurt when he complained about his past lovers, but it hurt more when he talked about how much he loved them - he even planned his future with a few of them with you as his consultant.

But you never said anything - it was his life to live, and he shall live it the way he wants to.

"You don't need to feel bad, Kiri - I feel it," you said as you walked towards him, "I'm not angry at you."

"I don't know why I am," he said, tearing, "You didn't do anything wrong - you did what you had to do to protect yourself. I don't know why I feel cheated by you - you didn't do anything bad at all."

"Hey, hey, hey," you said, cupping his cheeks and wiping off the stray tears dripping on his cheeks, "Relax, okay?"

He nodded as he pressed his cheeks into your hands, his eyes slowly closing to fully enjoy your warmth.

"No wonder you were always warm," he said, sniffling.

You laughed as you stared at his face.

"Call it a blessing, I guess."

#illyaana | event: the unknown #bnha #mha #my hero academia #my hero imagines #boku no hero academia #kirishima bnha #kirishima eijiro #kirishima #bnha kirishima #kirishima eijirou #customer ; nepho ♡

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