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katsukikiss · 3 years

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YOU’RE MINE, NOT HIS

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP// BAKUGO X F!READER

Warning: NSFW 18+, cheating (not really), fingering, unprotected sex

You and Izuku have gotten very close recently while studying together, and a certain someone isnt very happy about it.

AN: Poor Izuku 🥺 I felt so bad writing this, but so good at the same time lol I must write something soon to pay him back//also send me requests for oneshots! im down to try anything you guys might want!

WC: 2k

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You and Izuku had a ‘study date’ last night at his house. You were hardly struggling in organic chem, just needed an excuse to come over at this point. You two had been meeting for tutoring sessions for the last two months or so. Your grades had thoroughly improved since then, so most people believed thats all you two were doing; studying. And you were, of course, but as of recently it was a lot more than that. It started with innocent glances at your chest while you took notes, brushing his fingers along your leg when you couldn’t figure out the answer to a question, and you weren’t oblivious. You began to reciprocate the feeling, wearing shorter skirts to bend over and pick up your pencil, laying your hands on his chest when you begged him to give you the answers. He adored the way you looked up at him so innocently, with pleading eyes, desperately needing his help. He loved helping you improve, after all, he wanted you to become a great hero by his side one day.

However, not everyone was oblivious to you and Izuku’s little sessions. Bakugo knew something was going on between you two. He had never seen Izuku so protective over someone the way he was with you. He hated the way the green-haired boy would stare at you with dark eyes when you spoke to another male student. He noticed how he’d always want to be around you, his demeanor changing when you would leave for a different class or when training sessions were split up. Bakugo was utterly disgusted by it, but it gave him an evil idea. ‘She doesn’t belong to him, she never will, I’ll be sure of it’ he thought to himself.

After last nights study session, you failed to realize that you had left your textbook on his bed. He noticed soon after you left and texted you, telling you not to worry and that he’d bring it for you tomorrow morning. You had missed him in the morning though, running late from going to get an iced coffee, so you decided you would get it from his bag in the locker room before your chem class. You both had training but you had to go to a different site with the rest of the girls, while the boys stayed in a closer facility.

Your water quirk meant that you spent a lot of time getting wet, so naturally, your hero suit looked like an elegant yet sexy two piece swim suit. The top was white, long sleeved with a cut out above your breasts and the bottoms were a standard bikini bottom, with sheer white tights that were waterproof. You always felt so weird wearing it during co-ed training sessions, but Momo urged you to feel confident in it, telling you that you looked sooo hot in it. You got to the girls locker room early to slip into your hero suit. You made your way over to the boys locker room and took a peek inside. They all seemed to be out and training already so you snuck inside. You looked around before you spotted his bag, his All Might backpack. You chuckled a bit before bending over to unzip the bag. You grabbed your textbook from it and zipped the bag back up. You stood up to leave but when you turned to face the door, a large figure stood in your way.

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing in here?” the intimidating blonde scoffed at you. You shuffled backwards, clutching your book in your arms. You were sure that everyone had left already, was he here the whole time? He began to step forward before he was standing an inch from you. You looked up to meet his eyes that were piercing down at you.

“And you’ve got your sexy little hero suit on, its almost like you wanted to get caught in here” he laughed with a devilish grin.

“I-I have training to go to. I was getting my textbook from Izuku’s bag” you managed to say. His eyes filled with rage upon hearing his name. He thought of the late nights you two spent together, he imagined Izuku talking down to you, treating you like some helpless puppy, acting like he was some sort of hero, taking advantage of you. You were taken back by the face he made at you. You knew Bakugo hated Izuku, but what did your relationship with him have to do with that? Was he jealous? Or spiteful?

“I dont know what you see in Deku, but I can promise you, you’ll forget all about him after this” Bakugo said in a husky voice. ‘After what?’ you thought. Before you had time to think, his hand was wrapped around your neck as he pulled his lips to yours, crashing the two together. You and Izuku weren’t dating, but something about this felt wrong. You pulled yourself away from him and stepped back.

“Bakugo, w-we shouldn’t, this isn’t right”

“I don’t think you belong to him do you? Come on, I see the way you look at me”

He was right, you do look at him with flirtatious eyes, or at least, you used to. Before you and Izuku started meeting to study, you would fawn over Bakugo. He never seemed to return the feelings however, always picking on you or making fun of you. You deemed that as him being uninterested, so you moved on from your infatuation, but you were very wrong. He never stopped watching over you, showing his affection in his own odd way. But his heart dropped when he realized you didn’t look at him the same anymore, but looked at Izuku that way instead. He couldn’t stand to see you with that nerd when he deserved to have you. You were lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize he had stepped closer to you. You were up against the lockers now, your exposed back grazing the cold metal.

He bent down and whispered seductively in your ear, “Let me make you feel good baby, we don’t have much time in here and I think you should see what a real man feels like”. He pressed his lips to yours, more feverishly this time, as if he was about to lose you. His tongue invaded your mouth and tangled with yours. You didn’t pull away this time so he slipped his hand under your suit and began to grab at your breast. He brought his coarse fingers to your nipples and began gently rolling it around between them. You let out a breathy moan into his mouth. He shuddered at the sound of your voice, he loved hearing you enjoy his touch.

He traced his free hand down your stomach until he got to the waist band of your tight bottoms. You squeeze his shoulder with one hand and run your fingers through his hair with the other. He slipped his hand underneath and started by running his fingers along your folds. He dipped two fingers into your cunt and began to gently pump them in and out of you. He removed his lips from yours, moving down to your neck, sucking and biting at your tender flesh. You let out soft cries as his fingers pick up the pace.

“Tell me what you want” he demanded, looking back up into your eyes. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest as you remembered why you were in the locker room in the first place. Anguish and regret was painted on your face and Bakugo noticed.

“Don’t feel bad baby, what he doesn’t know cant hurt him, now be a good girl and tell me exactly what you want” he said as he plunged another finger inside you. Your legs shook and all your thoughts of Izuku vanished under his touch. He was only trying to comfort you in the moment, but he wanted Izuku to know what you two were doing.

“P-please I want you, I want you i-inside please” you begged. You needed to feel him, you needed him to fuck you.

“I knew it, Deku’s just not doing it for ya is he?” he said with a cocky grin. Truth be told, you and Izuku had never gotten that far before because he was taking things too slow. You desperately needed a good fuck, it had been months since you’ve last felt this good. You knew Izuku would be a gentle sweetheart in the sheets but you needed someone who could do both; fuck you senseless but also make love, and Bakugo could hit both those marks.

He removed his fingers from you as you clenched around the emptiness he left. He pulled your bottoms down and quickly turned you around, pushing your face into the lockers. You hear him fumble to unzip his pants before he prodded his member at your entrance. You couldn’t look back to see exactly how big he was but when he began to drag his cock along your folds, your legs started to tremble. He gathered your slick and pushed into you. You let out a loud cry as your walls grasped onto his girthy cock. He grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind your back, holding them with one hand. He started to violently pound into you, his balls slapping against your swollen lips, echoing in the empty locker room. He used his free hand to reach around and started to swirl his fingers around your sensitive nub. His pace never let up, he started to thrust harder and deeper with every second. Tears started to form as you felt your orgasm coming up.

“Who do you belong to?” he grunted into your ear, his breath hot against your neck.

“You Katsuki, I be-belong to you”

“Thats right babygirl, only me, now cum all over my cock”

Your legs began to quiver and your entire body convulsed. You let out a long cry as your walls clenched and released your juices all over him. He couldn’t take much more after that and removed his hand from your nub before he grabbed at your ass, gripping onto it for dear life. His pace quickened before he quickly pulled out, his cock twitching, warm shots of cum spurting all over your back and ass. He leaned to kiss you on the cheek then walked over to his bag, pulling out a small white towel. You stayed motionless, still with your face pressed against the lockers waiting for him to return. He cleaned you up and turned you around to face him. Realizing how long you two were in there, you quickly pulled your bottoms and tights up, fearful that the other boys would be returning any moment. Bakugo looked disappointed in how rushed you were to leave him. You tried to step forward but he planted a hand next to your head against the lockers. With his other hand he tilted your chin up and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“You know I can tutor you right?” he said with a small smirk. You blushed at the suggestion. You didn’t really need tutoring anymore, but you would love to see him again. Before you could answer you heard a door open. Bakugo removed his arm from the locker and turned to look at who interrupted you two.

“Y/n! Are you okay? Did you find my bag?” he asked sympathetically. You swallowed hard and just nodded, bending to pick up the textbook you had dropped. You quickly scurried to the door before looking back at Bakugo quickly with a stern eye, as if signaling for him to ‘keep his mouth shut’. He looked back at you with a devious smile and a wink before you shut the door.

“What are you doing in here with y/n? What did you do?”

“I just taught her a lesson, I don’t think she’ll be needing your help anymore” Bakugo said with a smug grin before leaving Izuku alone in the locker room.

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Tamaki, Todoroki and Shinsou in a secret relationship....and how they got caught.

Request: Hello I love your blog and since your requests are open I would like to request Tamaki Todoroki and Shinsou being in a secret relationship for a long time and how they got outed. If you could write something similar for Semi, Akaashi, Kenma and Sakusa from Haikyuu you would be a blessing. I love you!!!! - anonymous

Awww of course I’ll write for the Haikyuu boys as well. I’ll write later this week or the next and since its almost midnight here HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHINSOU!!!! I have a special soulmate au as I usually do for my husband!!!! I’m sorry I’m not getting to those soulmate aus quicker 😣😣😣😣. Love yaa.💖💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff

Amajiki Tamaki

-He’s so shy omggg.

-How did you manage to get him into a relationship???

-He loves you to the moon and back.

-Would do anything for you.

-You two were in the same class all through out high school and during your second year he asked you out.

-Okay not exactly.

-You were studying in the library together during a really bad storm when the lights went out.

-Loud lightning followed and you jumped out of your skin.

-You were terrified of lightning and being paired with complete darkness you were petrified.

-Now Tamaki had had a crush on you since early last year and seeing you so terrified and vulnerable he pushed through his anxiety for a split moment and wrapped you in a hug, stroking your hair soothingly as he tried to calm you down.

- “I-I’ll p-protect you. I-I w-won’t let a-anything h-hurt you..... ever.”

-That’s how your relationship began basically.

-He comforted you and kept you safe, shielding you from your fears.

-Everything else is history.

-Now you are both third years in your respective hero studies with a bright future in front of you.

-Your relationship has been kept a secret mainly because both of you don’t like making your private lives public.

-Only Nejire and Mirio know.

-Surprisingly they have kept it a secret.

-Fatgum has a suspicion that Tamaki has someone in his life, someone really important.

-So important he had called in one time claiming that he had an emergency and wouldn’t make it to the agency.

-When Fatgum asked, Tamaki began stuttering and mumbling about someone really close to him being sick and needing help.

-In reality you were on your period and had awful cramps.

-You were feeling like death, curled up in a ball on Tamaki’s bed and refusing to move.

-You had begged him to go to his hero study but he claimed that you were more important, not going to the agency for an evening wouldn’t mark the end of the world.

-Then Chisaki happened and Tamaki was badly injured.

-Your agency was stationed outside so you couldn’t help him or know what had happened.

-You had a broken arm after the fight and was being escorted to the ambulances when you saw Tamaki being carried on a stretcher blood running down his cheek as his arms and whole body was covered in bruises, cuts and so much blood.

-Your feet moved on their own accord, sprinted through the crowd ignoring the calls of the medic until you reached your boyfriend.

- “Tama? T-Tamaki baby wake up.”

-Fatgum saw you touch Tamaki’s cheek with your good hand and how, when the boy weakly opened his eyes, he placed his own hand over yours.

-Tears were running down your cheeks as you looked at him, following the medics as they placed the stretcher in the ambulance.

-They told you that he would be fine and that you should find another medical team that could take care of your arm.

-Everything fell apart though when you saw Mirio and Sir Nighteye.

-Everything was a mess but Fatgum noticed how you would always look back to Tamaki’s ambulance as it drove off.

-In the hospital you didn’t leave Tamaki’s room, insisting on getting your bandages changed in his room refusing to get your own and leave his side.

-Fatgum was happy for him.

-Especially when he went to visit and found Tamaki holding you close to him.

-Your head was over his heart as he gently massaged your back, tears falling down your cheeks once again.

-Then he kissed your forehead and Fatgum knew that this wasn’t a moment he wanted to interrupt.

-When he did visit along side Kirishima he didn’t lose a bit before he asked about you.

-You were surprisingly not beside him deciding to visit Mirio again to see how he was coping.

- “So... what’s her name hm?”

- “W-Who?”

- “Your girlfriend!!”

-Tamaki burst into a deep blush as he tried hiding his face in his hands.

- “Come one I’ve seen how she looks at you and how you kissed her OH so lovingly on the forehead the other day was the cut-”

- “Y/N! H-her n-name is Y-Y/N.”

-Kirishima is standing there, jaw almost touching the floor when you open the door and peek inside.

- “Oh! I’m sorry.... I-I’ll come back later....”

-Okay now Kirishima is already kind losing it because he didn’t expect his shy senpai to have a girlfriend.

-So when Tamaki lets out a very low, slightly above a whisper, “But bunny....” he freaking snaps.

- “WHAT!!!!”

- “Kirishima we’re in a hospital!”

-Get ready to be bombarded with questions....poor you.

-At least you get to sit next to Tamaki while you are being interrogated.

-They insisted on that saying that they wouldn’t keep Tamaki away from his girl...Tamaki is burying his face in your hair....shy baby.

Todoroki Shouto

-Okay so your relationship is a secret because of his dad.

-He wanted to shield you from his toxicity.

-Plus Shouto knew that his dad would force you two apart and he couldn’t let that happen.

-So you are his little secret.

-Only his mom knows about you.

-Shouto took you to meet her after your one year anniversary.

-He loves you so damn much he could die.

-So seeing the two most important women in his life interact and get along he melts.

-As you say your goodbye to Rei she hugs you, thanking you for taking care of her baby and that your secret will be safe with her.

-Then she moves on to Shouto as you wait in the hallway.

- “I like her Shouto. She really loves you. Please take good care of her.”

-Boy falls in love with you all over again I swear to god.

-Now you spend a lot of time in his dorm.

-When I say a lot I mean it.

-You remember how Shouto managed to remodel his room in an afternoon during their first day in the dorms.

-Yeah that’s what he does for your dates.

-Since you can’t risk going to outdoor dates very often since it’s very easy for a paparazzi to spot the son of Endeavor.

-Especially if he is holding hands with someone else.

-Natsuo actually warned you about that and he was the one to suggest dorm dates.

-He had taken his girlfriend out on a diner date and the next day they were all over multiple tabloids accompanied by multiple calls from Endeavor.

-All Todoroki children hide their s/o’s......even Fuyumi.

-Anyways back to Shouto.

-You spend so much time in his room that you tend to leave some of your clothes there.

-You change into his hoodies in his room so forgetting your shirt there is a usual phenomenon.

-Plus you do the dirty so.... scattered clothes.

-Now Todoroki is friends with Momo.

-And Momo is friends with you.

-And she has seen your closet on multiple occasions.

-She knows your clothes.....you see where I’m going with this?

-Todoroki was struggling with some chemistry problems and you were out doing your hero studies.

-You had apologized to him multiple times and had suggested Momo as the perfect tutor.

-That’s why Momo is now alone in his room as he is making tea in the kitchen, looking at what seems to be like one of your favorite sweaters.

-You had gotten it during Christmas and wouldn’t take it off for a week straight.

-You had basically brainwashed them by how often you wear it.

-Why was it in Todoroki’s room though?

- “Todoroki-kun why do you have L/N-san’s sweater?”

-He froze.

-You had stayed the night last Monday and you had been wearing that sweater.

-He remembers it vividly since he was the one who took it off.....along with your bra.......that he threw somewhere in the room.....AND MOMO COULD FIND AT ANY MOMENT.

-Momo was starting to get worried because well....he had been standing at the same spot for a solid minute staring at absolutely nothing.

-Standing up she went to shake his shoulder when her eyes caught a bright red fabric peeking out from under the desk.

-Brushing past him she crouched down and grabbed the fabric revealing the red bra.

-Todoroki snapped out of his shock state the moment Momo reached for the bra strap.

-He couldn’t stop her though....

- “T-Todoroki-kun.....”

-And as if things couldn’t get any worse, his phone started to ring as your photo appeared on the screen your name replaced by a heart surrounded ‘babygirl’.

-Todoroki groaned at well everything.

-Momo was blushing like crazy STILL holding your bra.

-You two had a lot of things to explain.

Shinsou Hitoshi

-I’ve said this before.

-You never meant your relationship to be a secret.

-At least not in the beginning.

-You two just never acted like a couple and people assumed that you were just good friends.

-Then you heard Aizawa scaring a boy who had made Mina cry so.........dating his special trainee while you were one of his FEMALE students?

-Nope.

-A secret it is.

-Aizawa is a protective dad and you can’t change my mind.

-You have a collection of hoodies you have ‘borrowed’ that you wear only inside your or his dorm.

-And while you sleep.

-Falling asleep surrounded by his scent is heaven.

-Aizawa has caught you twice wearing his hoodies.

-Once when Shinsou got turned into a baby and once when you went to get water and he scared you shitless.

-Aizawa knows about yalls relationship.

-You can run but you cannot hide child.

-Anyways.

-You had a box full of Polaroids from your dates.

-He knew how happy you were when you two took photos that’s why he bought you a Polaroid.

-Now you can print your photos and decorate your room.

-Shinsou is an insomniac.

-We’ve been knew.

-So on the rare days when he feels kinda sleepy but he misses you so badly he can’t really fall asleep he’ll sneak in your dorm and have an impromptu sleepover.

-You don’t complain of course.

-You love to snuggle up to him.

-Also this boy loves wrapping you up in his arms.

-Snuggles snuggles snuggles.

-Irrelevant information: he has you saved on his phone as kitten and your contact photo is you hanging upside down from the ceiling wrapped up in his capture tool.

-He had tried teaching you to use it and you somehow managed to climb on the bookcase trying to remake that scene from Tarzan but the cloth got caught on the ceiling fan resulting in this hilarious photo.

-Back to your sleepover.

-He falls asleep like in the blink of an eye.

-Your sleep that night is the best both of you have had in a fat while.

-Plus the fact that its the weekend lets you enjoy each others warmth for as long as you like.

-YES YOU SLEPT IN!!!!

-Being friends with Mina and Kaminari is a ride.

-Sero and Bakubro and maybe Kiri in some occasions are damage control but they get tired and let you take care of the children.

-You had promised to go out shopping that morning, a plan you totally forgot when Shinsou tapped your window last night.

-Giving Mina a spare key to your room was the worst decision you could have made considering you were in a secret relationship.

-When you didn’t show up on time the two idiots waited for an hour before they made their way to your room.

-Using the spare key she pushed the door open letting out a long “Y/N-CHAAAAN!!!” which scared the soul out of your bodies.

-You let out a startled scream that woke Hitoshi up who without missing a bit pulled you under him shielding you from whatever made you scream.

-It was purely on instinct to save and protect you hfqpirhfhsod so cute!!!!

-Mina was left staring at the scene in front of her while Kaminari was calling Sero begging him to come to your room.

-I don’t know how they didn’t attract dadzawa.

-You would get your ass whooped.

-Shopping was long forgotten as the whole Bakusquad came one by one in your room waiting for the tea to be spilled.

-Mina and Sero were angry since they have tried time and time again to hook you up with multiple of their friends, Bakugou didn’t care but he approved, Kaminari and Kirishima were threatening Shisnou if he ever were to break your heart.

- “I love her you dumbasses I’m not going to hurt her!!!”

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drakenology · 3 years

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Hmmm how about a school reunion at UA high (you can choose any men you like idc). The pro hero doing the freaky with you in an empty class, and it could be a friends to lover kind of story. (Just sayin if it’s a good idea ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ since it just popped in my mind)

i’m running laps... nonnie you da bestest!

Reunion- Izuku Midoriya

warnings: smut, cum, panty gag..? is that what you call it?, exhibitionism, raw sex, cussing, heavy teasing, use of alcohol, friends to lovers, cocky ass pro hero midorya.

If you told yourself about an hour ago that you’d be going to a high school reunion you’d call yourself a liar. UA was the place where you spent your best years, learned a lot and made many amazing long time friends. Even if your invitation was last minute you still got yourself all dolled up to attend.

UA’s entire campus was decorated for the occasion. Even though you were to all meet in the gynasiam, your old principal still knew how to host an event. As you walk inside the gym you see all the tables, some already filled with former students catching up with their old classmates. You notice that all of 1-A was in one assigned part of the room and run over.

You noticed you could hardly recognize any of your friends when you arrived, Kirishima towering over just about the whole class as he stomped around greeting everyone with his huge dress shoes. All the girls looked so pretty in their gowns, sparkling in the light as they walked by to say hello and walk straight to the punch bowl to chat; you following them when you see Momo and Ochako.

Todoroki, Bakugo and Midorya all walk in together looking like and absolute iconic trio. They all grew into their looks fabulously, practically every alumni stopping and staring as they entered.

Izuku greeted everyone with a warm smile you’ve always loved, emerald eyes shimmering in the lights above your heads. Izuku was always such a handsome boy. Though after all these years those boyishly cute looks were replaced by the strong and prominent features of a man. He wore a black sweater with a white button up underneath, the collar sitting on the crewneck sweater with class. He had on a silver watch and matching rings, dazzling cufflinks and charming shoes. His entrance made a point that it paid to be the number one hero, and any naysayer from way back when could respectfully suck his dick.

Izuku stops by the punch bowl when he sees you and all the girls standing near it, obviously he had to greet all the women who supported and helped him be the hero he is today. He gushed to Uraraka about how strong and powerful she’s become, doing the same for Asui and Momo as well.

When he saw you though, standing with your glass in your pretty manicured hands he had hug you. Even though you were only his friend, he often found himself stroking his cock to the thought of your breathy moans as he pounds you harshly against any and every surface, his hand reaching up to choke you as he fucks tears into your eyes.

You were admirable, strong and gorgeous. All throughout high school he watched you closely, witnessing your greatness before you topped the charts as a top five hero. He always wanted to be close to you, hoping your greatness rubbed off on him as you learned from each other.

Izuku got close, his scent enveloping you as he pulled you up to him by the waist and hugged you like a long lost lover. You find yourself sighing into his chest and he swayed side to side, his big arms encasing you in their strength and protection.

This is the same boy who couldn’t even look you in the face at school without turning beet red, all grown up and so confident in himself. He could charm the panties off of even the prudest of women, his once gentle voice now smooth and deep. “How have you been, Y/N? It’s been so long since I last saw you.” Izuku says, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it. If he was trying to seduce you it was working, a giddy laugh parting your lips as your stomach fluttered.

“I-It has been a while hasn’t it?” You grin, batting your eyelashes as he smiled back at you, sickeningly sweet as he refilled your glass like a true gentleman.

“You look great tonight.” He says, leading you over to a nearby table to sit and catch up.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Number One Hero.” You tease, sitting after Izuku pulled out your chair. Izuku laughed sheepishly, having a seat next to you.

“Stop. I’m just plain old Deku.” He chuckles, raising his glass to toast with you. As the night went on, the spiked punch started to make you pay more attention to Izuku’s matured appearance.

He sat up tall, broad shoulders and big scarred hands as he took another sip from his glass. You watch closely as his lips wrap around the rim, wishing it were your pussy instead as your thighs clench unconsciouslly.

Your clit throbs as you watch him interact with all your other friends who had joined you at the table, his charming smile and velvety laugh making your heart run a million miles a minute. Izuku himself had fallen victim to the affects of the alcohol you both consumed, Izuku’s glance diverted towards the necklace you wore which hung teasingly above your delicious cleavage.

His palms sweat a little at the thought of your pebbled nipples pressed against his chest as he drilled you into the table in front of you both. Izuku’s eyes follow your curves as you sat, thighs squished and thick as your dress hung just above your knees.

What a sorry excuse for a dress, he thought. It’d be a shame if someone were to hike it up a bit to show off that ass he loved watching walk by in class. In a fit of lust Izuku mindlessly palms at your thighs under the table, darting his eyes up at you to see if you liked the feeling of his hands on you.

Boy did you. You bit your lip, your cunt aching as his hand grabs at your inner thigh and caressing the soft skin. He kept the conversation going with his old classmates, his hands palming at your panties as he hooks his fingers along the hem. His smile was so deceiving; innocent and friendly to mask the lewd actions he was performing just under their noses. You gasp, his fingers running along your clothed slit.

“Are you alright, Y/N? You look a little hot.” Izuku asks, keeping up his sham as he points out your heavy breathing. You nod, ensuring everything is fine as you feel his hands move your panties aside. You almost yelp when his fingers gather your slick, prodding against your weeping hole as he chatted with Todoroki about a mission they were on together. You turn your face away from the table, eyes crossing when he slips his digits inside you.

The agony of his assault on your pussy almost made you blow your cover, a mewl slipping past your lips as you gasp with every thrust of his hand; thankful the music and chatter concealed your whine. You turn back to the table and look up at Izuku again, who was already staring at your body’s every move with dark green eyes. He leans down towards your ear and whispers to you so sweetly you almost faint.

“Get up and leave the table, I’ll be right behind you.” His hands slid out of your panties, your mouth whining at the loss as you get up and excuse yourself. You tell everyone you’re going to the bathroom and walk out of the gym. You stand in the hallway and wait for Midoriya to come out, your mind racing as you try to process what the fuck just happened back there.

You couldn’t deny you always had a soft spot for Deku but you would have never thought those feelings would be requited. Shortly, Izuku walks out of the gym, inching towards you to pin you up against the wall.

“You’re so naughty. Letting me finger you under the table while I talk to our friends. You know what naughty girls get, right?” Izuku hums, forehead resting on yours as he ghosts his lips over your glossed ones. “I can’t wait to smear your makeup all over that pretty face of yours.”

You shudder at his words, Izuku leading you by the hand all the way to the end of the hall, an empty classroom seeming to be the perfect place to ruin you. You kiss each other with fervor, grabbing at each other’s bodies as breathy moans and gasps are exchanged. Izuku lifts you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist as walks towards the empty teacher’s desk. He carefully sits you down, standing between your legs as his hands unzip your dress.

“Been wanting to see these since I met you.” Izuku coos, eagerly pulling your dress down to reveal your bra, your tits sitting pretty as his hands grab at them both. Your pussy started to ache again when he pulled your bra down, bare breasts pebbling in the cold air of the room.

And to make matters worse he was being so dominant, his sweet and charming disposition replaced with feral lust. “Izu- ah- w-we shouldn’t do this here.” You whine, lying to yourself about how badly you wanted him to take you on that desk, his fingers pinching your nipples harshly.

“Oh but you were so wet earlier. I could feel that greedy pussy sucking my fingers in deep. You’re not a very good liar, Y/N.” Izuku mocked, pulling your panties down. “Be a good girl and lemme taste you, hm?” Izuku crumpled up your panties in his hands and shoved them into your mouth, pushing you enough to make you lay across the desk.

Your legs fly open, Izuku’s face making its way towards your dripping cunt with that saccharine grin on his face. He knew he was about to devour you until you forget where you are, your moans and the feeling of his tongue delving deep inside your gummy walls the only things you can fixate on. He couldn’t wait to hear those pretty moans loud and clear, his lips meeting your pussy to sloppily make out with it, tongue kissing your clit with a groan at the taste of your sweet juices. Your back arched off the desk, hands flying into his hair as his lip trapped your clit in between the plush flesh and suckled gently.

“I-Izu-Izuku!” You slurr, his tongue reaching deeper bounds as he slid the muscle inside, wanting to draw more distorted noises from you, his final accolade for all he’s achieved at his young age.

You near your end, high pitched whines muted by your panties filling your mouth, shaking and convulsing as you drool all over them. Midoriya burned that image of you into his mind, your eyes almost forming hearts in their irises as he fucked you with his tongue. He groans against your skin, so eager he’s unzipping his pants before you can cum in his mouth.

“Uh-uh. I wanna feel your pussy creaming all over my dick, baby.” Midoriya huffed, pulling his length out of his boxers. You stare up at him with hazy eyes, tears streaming down smearing all your mascara, lipstick probably beyond repair too. He’s inside you before you can think, air unknown to you as he dived deep in your needy pussy without a second to inhale, to get your barings. You’re a spectical, moaning so much you almost drop your makeshift gag, Izuku’s fingers lodging your panties back inside.

“Don’t want our classmates to hear you screaming right baby?” Izuku says into your neck, sloppy kisses in time with his brutal thrusts into your spongiest spots. You’re sobbing, pussy making raunchy sounds as you claw at his back, cresent shapes showing proudly as Izuku worked you with his thickness.

“Oooh listen to you baby. Sound so pretty for me.” Izuku panted, taking your hardened nipple into his mouth as his eyes watched yours roll to the back of your head as he hit your cervix, smirking at your reaction. He hits that spot over and over again, the white hot pleasure so overwhelming you’re drooling all over your chin, throat hoarse from all the silent screams you let out into your panties that were practically lodged down your throat.

“Fuhhhhh!!” You slurr, clenching around his cock furiously, pussy drooling all over his dick as you came hard.

“Yeahhhhh. That pussy’s so fuckin good baby. Wan’ me to cum inside you? Yeah I’m gonna cum deep inside that cunt, give me another, c’mon gimme another!” Izuku grunts, hips pistoning as your legs are pressed against your chest, stroking deeply as he rubbed lazy circles into your clit.

You babble into the gag, so overwheled you have no idea what to do with your hands going from holding on to the desk for dear life and pushing at Izuku’s abs as a way to beg him slow down, to let you breathe but to no avail. You feel yourself completely lose control of your body, thighs seeming to vibrate as you hiccup and whine your way into another blinding orgasm. Izuku leans down and kisses your forehead as if to apologize for the brutality, splurting hot globs of his sticky cum inside you and panting into your hair. You lay back on the desk, gasping as Izuku pulled your panties out of your mouth.

“Our friends are probably looking for us, baby. We should get you fixed up before we go back out there. ” Izuku laughs, gesturing towards your completely undone hair and runny makeup.

You pull your panties back up over your ass, Midoriya’s thick cum leaking out of your cunt when you stood from the desk with weak legs.

Izuku turns to you and zips your dress back up, kissing your shoulder as you look around for your other heel. Honestly, you’re speechless. You don’t know what to make of what just happened, Izuku promising he’ll confess his feelings properly, take you out on a nice date when you’re alone again as he wiped the tears from your cheek. You nod softly, smiling when Izuku kissed your forehead, already knowing you want to have sex with Izuku just like that for the rest of your natural life.

#bnha smut #bnha izuku #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha fic #bnha midoriya x reader #segsmail 🌈#bnha bakugo x reader #bnha kirishima #bnha todoroki

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Wonder Egg Priority, Episode 7: The Scars to Prove It (or, Love for the Moms, the Cutters, and the Drunks)

Wonder Egg Priority (WEP) has felt like the successor to Puella Magi Madoka Magica in many ways throughout its run, but in episode seven, it almost went full Madomagi by driving the stakes to their utmost height—to the death of one of the main characters. But as has been consistent with WEP, what it did instead, after some moments of true worry, is to instead deliver hope in the face of pain, resolve against overwhelming circumstances, and strength in weakness.

The series returns to Rika Kawai’s story in this episode, which starts with her turning 14. And on her 14th birthday, after leaving her hungover mother halfway asleep at the bar she works at and which they call home, Rika opens up to the rest of the girls, explaining that she doesn’t know her father (it could be any of five possibilities, or even more) and her mom won’t reveal any further information about him. As she trashes her mom, Neiru and Momoe are incredulous, which only drives Rika away from them. And though Ai goes to comfort her, Rika is in a terrible state of mind as she enters her next fight.

This was a difficult episode to watch. They’ve all been somewhat hard since the series never shies away from brutal and violent situations impacting young people, but I found myself squirming especially here as Rika’s cutting takes center stage. At one point, she decides to cut herself and it seems certain she will, before her turtle-like partner, Mannen, prevents it from happening.

Challenging, also, is how strained Rika’s relationship is with her mother, who’s life revolves around drink—alcohol both pays the bills and helps her forget how miserable her existence is. And in the midst of all the bad behavior in this episode—the usual Rika talk, her mom’s alcoholism and neglect, and the selfishness all around, one begins to feel deeply sorrowful for the Kawai women. Yes, Rika is often obnoxious, but her family life is in shambles, and she still exhibits goodness, including a curiously gentle relationship with Mannen. And Rika’s mother is a tragic figure, used by men and quite on the road to an early death, it would seem, unable to lift herself out of the gutter as she tries, in her own sloppy way, to protect and reach out to her daughter.

It’s in this hopelessness that Rika turns again to cutting, and then finds herself tempted by something even more dangerous. Her foe this time is a religious leader who led the egg, a follower who continues to believe in him, to commit suicide as a way of “connecting” with the universe (Heaven’s Gate, anyone?). Rika decries the ghoul as a charlatan, but is confronted with her own weakness when the egg shows her own scarred arm to Rika, revealing that she can tell that the latter cuts just like she did. And then she explains that Rika can be released from this pain.

The scars, evidence of what Rika does to cope with her pain, now become the weakness that they truly are, revealing how hopeless she feels, and how powerless she is against the mechanizations of her family life. And defeated, she’s about to allow herself to be killed when a surprising savior comes along—a turtle. Mannen attacks the spiritual leader, to Rika’s surprise as well, until she remembers that he has imprinted on her. Rika is Mannen’s mom, and as he did when he prevented her from cutting, Mannen is again protecting his mother.

The conclusion that Rika reaches is unusual but inspiring. She understands, in this moment, the need to protect one’s mom, finally admitting to herself in a de facto way that maybe her mother is in need of love, too. It’s funny to consider the need that mothers have for love since culturally and socially, they’re always seen as the providers of it. But of course, they need it in return, especially when they falter. My own mother is sick right now, and I think of the support I need to give her and the lack of that I’ve provided through the years.

Warning: Screenshot involving cutting after the jump.

My mother was a good one, however. Rika’s, on the other hand, has struggled with the charge, which reminds me of a story from one of my favorite books, The Ragamuffin Gospel, about another bad parent—a far worse one, in fact, and a real one. I’ll quote part of the passage from chapter seven:

“‘Our daughter Debbie wanted a pair of earth shoes for her Christmas present. On the afternoon of December 24, my husband drove her downtown, gave her sixty dollars, and told her to buy the best pair of shoes in the store. That is exactly what she did. When she climbed back into the pickup truck her father was driving, she kissed him on the cheek and told him he was the best daddy in the whole world. Max was preening himself like a peacock and decided to celebrate on the way home. He stopped at the Cork ‘n’ Bottle–that’s a tavern a few miles from our house and told Debbie he would be right out. It was a clear and extremely cold day, about twelve degrees above zero, so Max left the motor running and locked both doors from the outside so no one could get in. It was a little after three in the afternoon and…’

Silence.

‘Yes?’

The sound of heavy breathing crossed the recreation room. Her voice grew faint. She was crying. ‘My husband met some old Army buddies in the tavern. Swept up in euphoria over the reunion, he lost track of time, purpose, and everything else. He came out of the Cork ‘n’ Bottle at midnight . He was drunk. The motor had stopped running and the car windows were frozen shut. Debbie was badly frostbitten on both ears and on her fingers. When we got her to the hospital, the doctors had to operate. They amputated the thumb and forefinger on her right hand. She will be deaf for the rest of her life.'”

Max—a real person, mind you—was a successful, well-liked man, but his drinking problem led to an unconscionable decision and profound failure as a parent. And yet, this book is about grace, an idea which to humans feels unjust, but which has the power to change hearts and tear down walls, sometimes literally.

Could Max be given grace? Could Rika’s mother? If not directly, she’s done her own physical damage to her daughter in the form of those cutting scars (difficult and perhaps triggering images below). As mentioned earlier, the egg that she’s helping knows her pain and insists that letting go of everything, including life itself, is the way to peace. After all, to a young, suffering girl, what else could these scars mean?

But in the midst of giving up, in the moment that she actually capitulates (and this episode takes you 99% to the edge, both in the cutting scene and in the apparent death scene), Rika experiences something powerful. She experiences grace.

Have you ever been challenged to forgive someone when you don’t want to, when you feel completely in the right? Maybe it’s easy for you, but perhaps it isn’t. The girls surrounding Rika experience differing degrees of this with her sometimes maniacal and often hurtful behavior. Ai forgives easily. Momoe gets fired up and then equally seeks to make peace. And Neiru…well, Neiru holds onto “justice” more than love (setting up what I imagine will be the most powerful transformation in the series of all, in true Homura fashion). But in the moment that Rika is about to give her life, the girls yell out their love for her, even Neiru, and then more profoundly, without any hesitation, Mannen puts his own life on the line to stop the death from occurring. Rika has already given up, but this turtle hasn’t—not for his mother, whom he loves very much.

And experiencing that love from a different angle, Rika is changed just a bit. She begins to see her weakness as a “mother,” failing her turtle-child, and thinks of her own mom who is overwhelmed by hurt and a failure as well. And if just a little—for as the final scenes indicate, it is just a little—the path toward forgiveness begins.

But a little bit of grace is like a little bit of a flood—its power overwhelms, and it defeats the enemy, whether that means bitterness, a physical person (or manifestation of one), or the devil himself.

When Rika returns from the event, having killed the cult leader monster, it’s interesting to note that she isn’t a wholly different person. She’s changing little by little. And her scars remain. In fact, as she admits, she probably will cut herself again. But strangely enough, those scars now represent something different. They show someone trying—failing, yes, sometimes considerably and maybe very often—but trying, and only able to try because love was shown her, and through that, she is now able to show love as well.

You may have such scars in your life, physical or emotional, battered by the world and by people. I hope that you can develop relationships that help you heal as well, and that you’ll also remember that there are other scars which are meaningful to you, but which you cannot see on your person, scars that were borne out of a desire to heal you. Christ took the piercings, on his head, hands, feet, and side, so that while your heart and flesh may be cut, your soul need not be. And through his wounds, you may be healed.

The grace offered through Christ is one that, as he explains about everlasting water at the well to the Samaritan, for now and through eternity. The egg seeks peace forever by dying, but Jesus, unlike the cult leader, died for us so that we may not have to. He took the nails, the cross, and the spear so that we don’t have to inflict pain on ourselves and receive the punishment of our actions against him and others. He is our scar.

That’s grace. That’s the power that it has. And it can reach anyone—even a terrible dad, an alcoholic mom, a tempestuous child, and, and most significantly and personally—you.

If you’re suffering and in pain, maybe self-inflicted, we encourage you to explain such to a parent or trusted adult and ask for help. It’s a difficult first step, but one that will help you begin recovering. And we also advise that you turn to Christ for help—in prayer, community, and scripture. He provides people to us that will aid us in our times of need, as well as himself and the Holy Spirit if we are believers.

Additionally, there’s a scene in this episode where triumphant, Rika concludes that cutting is okay. That’s said in the context of her moving forward bit by bit and forgiving herself for her failures, even the upcoming ones. That’s an important lesson, though we must certainly be careful not to let it be a license to continue cutting with impunity.

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shotofire · 3 years

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There’s Just Something About Him

•SHOTO TODOROKI x READER

•Overview: having feelings for the icy hot boy just seemed like a lost cause

•Warnings: just some cursing, meantions of anxiety.

•Season: 3

You’d always found the split haired boy attractive, but nothing ever went beyond that. It seems that even if you wanted it to nerves would just be in the way. Besides, everyone’s working to become pro-hero’s, who has time for a relationship? With all the shit going on you were almost positive that Todoroki didn’t have you in mind at all. The constant sneak attacks from villains, not knowing when the next person is going to get hurt, it was all too much.

Atleast that’s what you tried to convince yourself. The sweet, quiet boy who’d caught your eye since the first day of school just couldn’t possibly like you. He couldn’t possibly let a thought like that even make it halfway into his head. You’d lost hope a couple months into school, realizing fate definitely wasn’t on your side.

The two of you never got partnered up or even in the same group. It’s as if something is telling you it’s not meant to be. Sure you’d taken your own initiative and made conversation with the boy, but it’s always short lived. He wasn’t the best at talking unless he was on an adrenaline rush during a practice scenario. You had never gotten the luck of him wanting to use your quirks together either.

It truly felt hopeless.

You tried your best not to dwell on these things. If it was meant to be it just would’ve happened by now. Right?

The thoughts left your mind as you walked with your fellow classmates. Today is an exciting day, it was time to move into the new dorms. It took way too much convincing with your family, but eventually they caved in. You knew it’d be hard, they’re just worried about you. At this point the whole world was worried about all of the UA students safety. But everyone can agree that dorms are the safest it can get with all of the new high tech security.

You all stopped, admiring the new tall building in front of you. Knowing Todoroki was going to be in the same building as you every night had your anxiety on edge. But you were also... excited? For what, you had no idea. It was just a swirl of emotions.

Oh no, he’s gonna see my puffy morning eyes.

The happy chatter was cut short when Mr. Aizawa started talking about hero licenses, something that seemed to slip everyone’s minds. He was rather intimidating, eyes stern and serious. It sent a wave of uneasiness throughout the group. He knew the whole class was aware of the plan to save Bakugou, and he wasn’t happy. You stare at him with legs beginning to tremble.

His words cut deep as he threatened the possibility of expelling the entire class. You definitely wouldn’t put it past him, he seems like the type. But, as he said, due to All Might’s retirement the need for hero’s was strong. He couldn’t just get rid of such potential.

You looked at Todoroki’s face and it was frozen, he seemed more worried than anyone else. His heterochromia eyes stayed fixed on Mr. Aizawa, and you couldn’t help but let yourself take in his features. Sure you see the boy almost everyday but it’s hard to get good long looks when you’re sitting in class, he’d easily feel your gaze. There’s already been a couple times where he’s caught you and the embarrassment was too much to handle again.

His jaw was cleanched and sharp as ever. You just loved it. You wondered if it was weird to think about running your slim fingers along the bone of his jaw, it was just so beautiful.

“(y/n), are you even listening to me? Or are you just going to stare at Todoroki?”

In that moment it felt like you were going to throw up. All eyes shot to you, including Todoroki. Mr. Aizawa was a real ass sometimes but this definitely was the worst thing hes ever done to you, and he’d made you fall on your face after taking away your quirk infront of the whole class. That was absolutely nothing compared to this.

“I- uh, I-I wasn’t, I just-“ you were totally at loss for words. You’d never been more embarrassed in your life. The heat on your face was hotter than ever, and you knew it was visible as well.

Mr. Aizawa rolled his eyes, no longer caring about the predicament, “Anyways, that’s all. Look alive, enjoy your new home.”

That statement didn’t help anyone’s nerves after his little intimidation speech, but you had it the worst. Your face was still red and you could feel your heartbeat in your ears. Today was not going the way you hoped, and you didn’t dare even peak at Todoroki. You couldn’t help but think he thought you were weird. A girl he barely talks to constantly staring at him, there’s no way he didn’t think that.

The speech about where the boys and girls were was given, including where everything else was. But you could hardly pay attention focus on anything, and you didn’t dare look up.

It was time to decorate your rooms and make it your own, and you couldn’t be more relieved. Finally away from that embarrassment, even though it was waiting for you on the other side of your closed door.

“damnit,” you cursed. No one was going to forget that and you knew it. And the girls were beyond nosey when it came to crushes, especially Ashido.

After a couple hours of getting things together there was a knock on your door. You immediately froze. It’s like you had forgotten where you were and what had happened for a little bit, but of course you were quickly brought back to reality.

“Who is it?” You asked.

“Its Uraraka, can I come in?”

Shes always the sweetest and you knew she wouldn’t bug you about anything. Especially after seeing the way you reacted. Uraraka always had her suspicions that you found Todoroki cute, your eyes practically lit up everytime he did something.

You granted her permission and continued to put your pillows neatly on the bed. She was in her pj’s but definitely seemed wide awake.

“Oh wow, your room is so cute (y/n)! Nothing compared to mine,” her smile was huge. You just adored her, she always brightened up your mood.

“Thank you so much Uraraka, you’ll have to show me your room later before that is confirmed,” you smiled back.

“Oh course! Actually, speaking of rooms, that’s what I came here for. The girls and I convinced the guys to show us their rooms and we kinda turned it into a little contest. Wanna join?”

Her request was extremely appealing. You immediately wondered what Todoroki’s room looked like, and now was your opportunity to see it. But the nerves were still there, and the embarrassment was even stronger. You just couldn’t face everyone right not, especially Todoroki’s. He probably didn’t want your creep self in there anyways.

“Thanks for asking Uraraka, but i’m very tired. I was just planning on finishing my room and crashing. But I still would like to see your room sometime tomorrow,” you said while trying to hold your smile. But she could see the said frown behind it, but she didn’t want to bother you any further. She could only imagine how she’d react and feel if Mr. Aizawa did that to her. She’d be completely horrified.

“You got it, see you tomorrow (y/n). Sleep well!”

She leaves, shutting the door behind her. Your smile quickly fades and your shoulders fall limp.

I really wish I could see his room, I bet it’s awesome.

In all honestly you figured Todoroki would be relieved you didn’t show. God, class tomorrow was going to be hell. You just knew it, there’s no way you’d be able to focus knowing the whole class knows you’re a freak who can’t keep your eyes off the icy hot boy.

You pushed your thoughts aside, ignoring them to the best of your ability. You attempted to sleep, but the constant stamper of footsteps above you and outside your door was keeping you from the world of dreams. The world where assholes like Mr. Aizawa didn’t completely humiliate you.

Just as sleep started to creep up on you, there was another knock on your door. It was soft, and you immediately knew it wasn’t Uraraka. You sat up in the darkness, reaching for your bedside lamp. It faintly lit the room with a yellow glow, and made a light buzzing noise. You were too tired to speak up and ask who it was, so you forced yourself out of bed.

Maybe it was Momo, she did say she was looking forward to seeing your room. You pushed your wild hair out of your face before opening the door. And when you saw who was standing there a sharp breath immediately got caught in your throat. You let out a light cough.

“Todoroki?” you asked confused. He was all alone, no one with him. The lights in the hallway were out, one could only assume the competition was over and everyone else had gone to bed. Yet here he is, standing before you.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he says as if it’s the most normal thing ever. You didn’t know what to say, he’d never even approached you first. But he can knock on your door late at night to talk to you?

You looked at him in disbelief. In that moment you realized how little you knew about this boy, and how odd this situation was.

“What time is it?” You asked, completely ignoring what he said. He huffed, he knew you’d be difficult. You two may not talk much but he’s good at observing. He knew you more than you’d think.

“Almost 12, not too late. Can I talk to you?” This time he asked, therefore making it harder to avoid.

“Uh, I-In here?” You asked.

You couldn’t help but think he was here to tell you to stop being a creep. He wasn’t interested in you and would really appreciate it if you could stop with the creepy stares.

“Anywhere is fine,” he answers.

At those words, you move aside. Widening the door so that he can come in. The smell of vanilla hit you in the face as he walked past, and his eyes immediately began to observe your room.

Todoroki is in my room... what the actual fuck is going on!?

His hand comes up to point at your wall, “Did you draw those?”

Your eyes dart to the colorful art pinned to your wall.

“Y-Yes.”

The constant stuttering was making you loose your mind. But when your anxiety is this high you can’t manage to think straight. Not even one word can come out without a struggle.

“I like them.”

You swallow, hard. He probably heard it. The room was so quiet without one of you talking, unbearably quiet. Without words the only sound was the faint buzzing of your lamp you’d turned on only a few minutes ago.

“Oh, uh, Thanks,” a blush began to creep onto your face. Your hand came up to cover your face as you looked down. You knew you looked odd in the moment, but it was better than him seeing how much he can effect you so easily.

Todoroki looked at you with sweet eyes, although you couldn’t see them due to your current state. He thought you looked cute right now, all bashful. That’s something he has always liked about you. Your cheeks got red so easily when you were embarrassed, nervous, flustered, even when you were tired.

He noticed these things because you interested him, you always had. You were way too cute and sweet to not catch his attention. He just truly sucked when it came to talking to girls. Especially pretty girls like you.

“I, um,” this time it was Todoroki at a loss for words. He had a plan before he came in, but now as he stood in your room it was much harder to think clearly.

You looked up at him, his hand was raking through his hair. He seemed almost... nervous.

Why the hell would he be nervous?

“I was uh wondering if you, uh, would like to,” he took a deep breath to clear his mind. He was stuttering too much and overthinking, it was just a simple question he was trying to get out.

He locked eyes with you, “Would you like to go grab some food after school tomorrow?”

Your mouth fell open, but you quickly covered it with your hand. There was no way, no damn way.

“You mean, j-just me and you?” You asked, making sure you were interpretating this correctly.

“Yeah, Yeah,” He nervously laughs, “Like a uh, date.”

Like a what now?

There was absolutely no way this was real, you had to be dreaming.

“is this a joke?” You ask, but you meant to only think it.

His eyes widen and he quickly began waving his hands, “W-What? No, of course not! I really want to go on a date with you, I think it’d be fun. Plus you’re super sweet and pre-“ he stops himself.

C’mon man, you’re gonna scare her off by being too forward.

“Yeah, i’d really like that Todoroki,” your smile was surpressed by your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. At this point you wanted to jump for joy, but you didn’t want to scare this chance away.

“Okay cool, so after school. Tomorrow, you and me,” his nervous laugh comes back, “on a date.”

You can’t help but giggle, you’d never seen Todoroki so nervous before. Not in this way at least. It was one of the cutest things you’d ever seen.

“You got me after school Todoroki,” you giggled again, “You and me on a date.”

And with that, the two of you said your goodbyes, which were a little awkward considering the two of you kept letting nervous laughter slip.

As soon at the door shut, you let out a happy squeal. It didn’t even bother you that he might of heard it, you really didn’t care. You were so overjoyed that nothing could kill your mood.

On the other side of the door Todoroki had the geekiest smile on his face. He walked to his room completely satisfied. He did it, he finally asked the girl he liked on a date.

“Hell yeah,” he whispered to himself.

This definitely was heading in the right direction.

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yandere-daydreams · 3 years

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Written for the lovely @lesbiansportsanime.

Pairing: Yandere!Momo/OC

Word Count: 2.5k

Synopsis: Momo’s always strived for perfection. The perfect career, the perfect relationship, and now that Ren’s starting to fall into her role, the perfect family.

TW: Non-Con, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Mentions of Kidnapping, Slight Stockholm Syndrome, Bondage, Possessive Mindsets, and Mentions of Pregnacy.

“A baby for my baby,” She’d said.

It seemed to be Momo’s favorite phrase, lately. It’d been a joke, at first, something muttered under her breath as she watched Ren dote over a potted heather that’d been brought home the day before. Ren tried to take it as one, too, laughing along as she asked if she really seemed like the nurturing type. Ren wasn’t. She’d never been around a child long enough to bond with one, and she had no intention of changing that. She’d assumed Momo knew that. Momo should’ve known that, and when she failed to push the topic for the rest of the afternoon, Ren told herself it’d just been a slip of the tongue.

“A baby for my baby,” She’d repeated, the next day, the phrase muffled by the sound of her newest tea being poured into a waiting cup. This time, Ren pretended not to notice, taking a long drink from her own glass while she tried to ignore the scalding temperature, the way just a sip left her tongue burnt and the roof of her mouth unpleasantly numb. “I think it’d be nice,” Momo’d offered, this time, a partial explanation, but far from a fulfilling one. “It’s not like I don’t have the resources, and you’re not in a position to complain about the strain.”

Arguing with Momo never went well, so Ren hadn’t argued. Instead, she’d nodded, looked away, and tried to change the topic quickly.

“You’d look beautiful,” She’d whispered, a week later, warm breath ghosting over Ren’s exposed neck. Momo’s bedroom - their room, rather, Ren had to keep reminding herself of that - was silent, otherwise. She must’ve thought Ren was already asleep, but if she cared when the form pressed into her chest stiffened and clenched its eyes shut, Ren hadn’t been able to tell. “Even more beautiful than you already are. I’ll take care of you, I’ll make sure everything is perfect, and you’re going to give me a beautiful family.” There was a pause, a wistful sigh. Momo’s arm dropped to her waist, pulling her closer, making sure Ren wouldn’t be able to squirm away, when she woke up. Making sure she wouldn’t be able to run, if she tried to. “A baby for my baby. A baby for my baby and for me.”

In the moment, Ren hadn’t responded. She still wasn’t sure how she should’ve, how she could’ve with Momo holding her so tight, with her old restraints and shackles still coiled into a neat pile next to the nearest bedpost. In the moment, she could tell herself silence was easier, that submission was less of a risk than objection. Silence was easier most of the time, with Momo. Silence had always been easier, when it came to Ren’s long list of captors. Momo was better than some, better than him, but she was just that - the better alternative.

Somehow, Ren managed to forget that, even if she had the preferable captor, having one at all still made her a captive.

Ren couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her old bedroom.

She’d never liked the space, despite the effort Momo put into decorating it. It felt confining, too small and too crowded and too nostalgic of all the wrong memories. After that first month, when Momo’d begun to trust her and Ren found that sleeping in her kidnapper’s arms was more comfortable than sleeping on the floor of her greenhouse, she hadn’t seen the point in visiting a room she’d never liked, a room that proved she was supposed to fight back against the relationship she’d grown begrudgingly accustomed to. She hadn’t been sure what it meant, when Momo took her by the hand, kissed her forehead, and guided Ren back to that bedroom, to her bedroom. She hadn’t been sure whether or not she was supposed to struggle.

By the time Momo pulled out a pair of polished, silver handcuffs, she’d gotten her answer.

“I don’t think--” The words fell into a gasp, then Ren went silent entirely. There was a sharp pinch to the side of her neck, a needle-like point piecing her jugular, lingering for a moment, then withdrawing with just as much warning as she was given when it first pushed in. There should’ve been pain, nothing unbearable, but an expected soreness, a noticeable pressure, something rather than the strange, alien nothingness that flooded into her veins, instead. The ceiling blurred above her, turning into vague spots of smudged white and beige, and when Momo clicked her tongue, the sound seemed to echo in Ren’s skull, rattling until it turned into something deafening. A sedative, maybe, but she didn’t want to sleep. A downer, but one that wasn’t kind enough to leave her unconscious.

“It’s not…” She tried, again, but her tongue was starting to feel heavy. Like a weighted ball of cotton resting against the inside of her cheeks. “Is it supposed to… Should it be working?”

There was a giggle from the edge of the bed, then the other side of the room. Like a bell being rung by the wind. Like nails being dragged against expensive porcelain. “Of course, princess.” Momo’s voice wasn’t any better, making Ren shrink into herself involuntarily. It was a pointless effort, though, only making her chain rattle against the wooden headboard it was strung through, another sound she was sure shouldn’t have been as awful as her mind made it out to be. “Sounds like it already is, too,” She went on, the sentiment punctuated with a small sigh, then the creak of a door on rarely-used hinges. “Just bear with me, for a little while. I’ll make sure Todoroki doesn’t get too rough.”

Todoroki. Momo didn’t like it when she mentioned Todoroki. Momo said there was only one reason she’d ever invite someone like Todoroki over, and that was to…

Huh.

She really, really should’ve fought back.

She tried to make up for it now, attempting to kick and thrash and struggle as Shoto stepped into her room, but her limbs left like lead and her senses were constantly switching between stifled and hyperactive and all she managed to do was clench her thighs together and let her head fall to the side, the effort nothing short of futile. If Shoto had any reservations about the situation, he didn’t move to express them, exchanging less than a handful of words with Momo before Ren felt the mattress dip, a cold hand wrapping around her ankle before her leg could do so much as twitch.

It was like her brain chose that moment to short-circuit. It was like the world around her went dull, just for a second, and everything stopped. There was a low ringing in Ren’s ears, a red and white splotch in the center of her vision, and suddenly, she could see her leg thrown over Shoto’s shoulder, her tank-top pooled above her chest, and Momo at her side, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. Ren wondered if she should be smiling, too. She might’ve tried, but she couldn’t be sure. She didn’t know if she could be sure of anything, right now.

Ren tried to sit up, but Momo caught her shoulder, pushing her back flat against the mattress. “It’s alright,” She soothed, and instantly, Ren wished she'd said something else. Ren wished she hadn’t said anything. It was supposed to be comforting, but it came out polite, patronizing. Like she was telling a child that a papercut wouldn’t be fatal. “Todoroki’s just going to help me out. That’s nice of him, isn’t it?” It was a question, it should’ve been a question, but whatever time she gave Ren to answer was filled with Momo’s smile, the loudness of it. Of all things, that was the most deafening, the most unbearable. Ren wanted to cover her ears. If she’d been able to, she might’ve. “I thought about asking Bakugo, but you’ve never liked him. His quirk, too, it’s so specific. I’d never shake off the rumors. And if, god forbid, it mixes with yours...”

There was a slight pause, an exasperated sigh. Ren felt fabric shift over her skin, and a second later, she realized it was her shorts, hanging off her ankle before falling to the mattress. Her panties were only pushed to the side, Shoto’s touch careful, but his pace unhurried. She wondered how much Momo told him. Ren thought they were friends, but she could’ve been wrong. She thought Momo cared about her, but she could’ve been wrong about that, too.

“Fire and ice are more general, and there’s less of a risk. I can tell everyone we adopted, it’ll be so cute. Right, Todoroki?” There was a grumble by way of response - something that might’ve been a word, but Ren couldn’t seem to interpret it into anything meaningful. “I don’t think I have a preference, but I hope they’re blonde,” Momo went on, bringing a hand up to card her fingers through Ren’s hair, blunt nails scraping over her scalp. “Grey eyes, golden hair, Mina would absolutely fawn over that. We’ll have to talk about names, too, and I’ll find a good doctor. Only the best for my baby.”

Ren moved to ask what she was talking about, but she’d barely opened her mouth before a cracked, trembling moan crawled out from the back of her throat, replacing anything she might’ve said with a noise that fell between a whine and a scream. The pressure was sudden, all knots pulled tight and ropes drawn taut at the center of her core, not painful, but bordering on it, dancing along the edge of agonizing. It was a stretch she was familiar with, but she couldn’t seem to get used to it. She couldn’t seem to, not as Shoto locked his jaw into place and slotted his hips against hers, and certainly not as Momo leaned over her, pushing a soft kiss into her forehead while Ren tried her best not to sob. “Feels-- feels bad,” She managed, as Shoto began to thrust in earnest. “I don’t like it, I don’t want it, it’s not--”

“It’ll get better,” Momo promised, the words muffled by Ren’s skin. She pushed herself up, taking to the idea of cupping Ren’s face, instead. It felt more foreign than it should’ve, for such an affectionate gesture. She tried to lean away as the pad of Momo’s thumb ran over her cheek, but it was all she could do to force herself to frown. Even that came out as more of a pout than anything, bringing out a note of empathy as Momo began to hum. “You won’t feel it at all, if you relax, and I swear, you won’t remember this in the morning. You know I’m not that mean.”

But she couldn’t relax. She couldn’t, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to, not as the air was forced from her lungs and her whole body went hot, then cold, then a terrible, terrible combination of clammy and frigid and searing. It didn’t feel good. It didn’t feel like much of anything, but it couldn’t feel good, not when she had to work so hard just to be aware it was happening. She almost wished that Momo hadn’t bothered with it, the drug, the sedative, whatever. If she’d been less creative, if she’d just forced a gag into Ren’s mouth and been a little more thorough with her restraints, it wouldn’t feel so strange. If she’d been able to think clearly, she might’ve been able to decide that she hated Momo, now. That she’d never forgive Momo. That she’d strike out every thought she’d ever had about an easy life and a hopeful future and a real relationship and replace them with vows to herself that she’d never let anything like this happen again. Not to her. Not to Ren. Not by Momo’s hand.

But, as she was, she couldn’t think of much of anything.

She just knew she was in pain, and she knew she wanted it to stop.

It was a pitiful effort, really. A whimper smothered under the sound of skin against skin, a jerk of her restraints, a curl of her fists that left her nails digging into her palms until thin skin tore and left something warm and soothing dripping down her wrists. Speaking would’ve been impossible, she couldn’t fathom the idea of opening her mouth, let alone spitting anything out, but Momo’d always had a way of knowing just how to keep her prisoner complacent. There was a contemplative glance over her shoulder, a brief evaluation of Shoto’s concentration, but in a second, her grin was softening, her eyes taking on that half-lidded, dreamy look Ren almost thought she could love, some days.

She shut her eyes as a key formed in Momo’s palm, small and silver and so simple, Ren could’ve sobbed. She kept them closed as Momo leaned over her, as the handcuffs fell away, and she didn’t dare to move as a light, chaste kiss was pushed into her forehead. She didn’t try to move, but she melted as Momo’s arms wrapped around her, fingers tangling themselves in her hair as Ren leaned into her palm, her arms soon wrapped around Momo’s neck, keeping her close before Momo could even threaten to pull away. She didn’t try to, though. She didn’t seem to want to. Momo was happy to hold her, to comb through Ren’s hair and coo so sweetly, Ren could almost believe the fondness in her voice was genuine. She wanted to. She really, really wanted to. She tried to, but she couldn’t be sure whether or not it worked, not as Momo pulled her closer, her heartbeat replacing every coherent thought Ren was capable of.

Her voice wasn’t any better. Smooth and flawless, but too flawless. Too seamless. Like a tea that went down so easily, there had to be something mixed into it. “See, princess? I’d never do anything to hurt you.” It was a hollow mantra, something Ren had heard a thousand times over. Momo wouldn’t hurt her. Momo just wanted to protect her. They’d be happy together, they’d be perfect together - all Ren had to do was sit back and let Momo do whatever she had to, whatever she wanted to.

“You’re going to make me so happy, do you know that? We’re gonna have such a perfect family, and you’re going to be the perfect mother.” Another kiss, this one to the corner of her parted lips. Ren wished there’d been more, but at the same time, she was thankful for the scarcity. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to take anything else. “I’ll take care of you, just like I promised to.”

Ren shook her head. It was a slow, jerky refusal, but it was a refusal - she knew she didn’t want to be cared for. Momo didn’t seem to notice, though. If her smile was anything to go off of, she hadn’t even tried to look. “It’ll be perfect,” She assured, the thought punctuated with a quiet, giddy laugh.

“A baby for my baby.”

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tsu9live · 3 years

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Before I start, this is in no offence to anyone else’s opinion. You are all valid and probably make more sense than me. This is a bit of a rant and then a short character study.

Warning: This got too long.

I tend to come online for manga updates and ended up reading through opinion posts because I am a curious cat. Most of the time I come across really well-thought out posts, really valid points. But then MHA is also a soap opera/family drama where the main character is not supposed to have any progress in his story unless its to bolster or move along the other favs . But then they shouldn’t be bolstering his story either because why is a story about Deku’s journey all about Deku?

But then there are people who are happy Deku is finally edgy and they want him to wipe the floor with his classmates who love him and are willing to fight him if only to get through to him. So there are both extremes and honestly there is validity in all these thoughts because despite the writer’s intentions, a reader brings the story to life.

I personally hate making my own predictions because most of the time I feel it ruins the experience of reading a work for me. I go in with different expectations and when the story goes a different way I don’t enjoy it as much but I feel its more my fault.

So I do understand and respect the difference of opinion because there is no fandom without discourse.

In my opinion though, this Deku solo arc was a long time coming and I think Horikoshi has handled it really weird. I’m still trying to understand what he wants us to think about.

A story about heroes and putting your life on the line for someone else is controversial, but, I thought it was a given. Recklessness had been part of Deku’s character but an overly-cautious character would do nothing. Deku’s lack of self-preservation wasn’t unnatural for a hero, he rushed in to save Bakugo from the slime-villain when Pros stood by putting himself at risk but it spurred AM to act. Katsuki experienced it as well during the war arc, when his body moved to save Deku.

Going to Kamino to save Bakugo was suicidal, reckless and potentially flawed but story-wise it made sense. How is hero-work anything than risky? Kirishima and Todoroki initiated it.

Disclaimer: Deku, Bakugo, Uraraka, Momo, Toga and Shigaraki are characters that are very dear to me because they have had me extremely invested since the beginning of the story. This is my personal opinion, flaws, rant... basically me working through my feelings about this manga I had been obsessed with recently.

1) There is an opinion where Bakugo had a right to be upset/angry/bully Deku because he wanted to be a hero but did nothing for it. Firstly, I don’t understand the need to justify his behaviour when he himself has expressed regret on it. People want others to move on from the “go jump off the roof comment” but won’t stop talking about how everything about Bully Bakugo was justified. Deku was weaker, but he had the same dreams, dreams that were the basis of their friendship earlier on. Regardless of how Deku wanted to achieve them, Bakugo had no right to keep trying to stop him from doing so. No, 5, 10, 14 year old Bakugo did not do so because he had the brilliant foresight that Deku would be self-sacrificial and it was for his sake, he was an angry kid and Deku was a timid, wannabe that confused him, intimidated him even. Taking out his anger was a way of working through those feelings. He was in Deku’s words “a punching bag”. In a world where the powerful reign, Bakugo couldn’t understand how a quirk less, weak little boy could think he could stand shoulder to shoulder with someone as gifted as Bakugo. Yeah, society is very much to blame. The change and maturity Bakugo goes through where he is humbled by a cast of amazing hero students who are just as gifted yet with inspiring personalities and then traumatic consequences of being kidnapped, watching his hero use the last of his powers to hold back a great evil, having that fight with Deku where he bared himself open, failing the licensing exam, training with todoroki, the internship... the war has changed him in a way that has brought out his full potential as a hero and a person. There is a lot to admire about him yet I see so many people fixate on headcanons that glorify his every action/word instead of praising the amazing person he has become/how well written his growth has been.

2) “Deku wanted to be a hero and he did nothing for it”. “He could have been a quirkless hero like Batman.” Listen, the story is about AFO vs OFA first and foremost. Hori has done a good job of worldbuilding and adding a cast of interesting characters that its easy to forget what the main plot point of the story is. But it really is about a weak/timid boy who was born with a sort of handicap who dared to dream to be someone strong enough to have others rely on him instead. A lot of the times people want to become something they feel they needed, someone who gave people hope just by existing. Its natural for someone who is ‘considered useless’ to want to be the most useful person ever. His mother didn’t believe he could do it, Bakugo told him repeatedly he shouldn’t even try, everyone else made fun of him, and his hero gave him a wake-up call, no... you can’t be a hero without a quirk. Deku studied heroes and quirks all his life, hoping he’d find something that could work for his advantage. Not every hero relies on physical strength, their bodies are adapted to the nature of their quirks. Deku’s analysis, quick-thinking and impulsive nature is what helped him progress even after getting the quirk because he didn’t gain control until really late. People act like he was handed power, seem to forget he has just learned to use it without consequences. His studies of quirks also made him the best candidate to get new quirks, quirks that he has learned to utilise as tools quickly and efficiently. He was doing what he thought was going to help him become a hero without guidance, without backing and constant discouragements. Its admirable and relatable. If you don’t relate to him that’s fine, your life was different.

Batman was loaded. Deku is not an inventor. The Editors shot that idea down because it would not have survived in a genre where power fantasies are the main hooks. Aizawa, sure he’s training Shinso because he sees his potential now but he would have either expelled Deku/moved him to General studies on that first day for scoring the least in that test. He changed his mind not because of Deku’s quirk but because of Deku’s ingenuity.

When Deku did find his guidance, he tried to do years of work/training in a short period of time. He acknowledges how far behind he is, that the rest are leagues above him and all he wants is to be able to stand side by side with those incredible people and he would go to all lengths to do so. DEKU has never said he wants to be the number one hero. He always says he wants to be one so reliable he saves people with a smile and later on, he wants to be a hero that can save without having other people worry about him. Bakugo works hard, he’s not just exceptional he works hard for it, all of 1A do but saying Deku does nothing when he is constantly shown, studying, training his body, understanding his shortcomings and working on it is just petty. You don’t like him because of his saviour complex, newsflash, that is a hero thing. Hero course is about that, Deku’s is just highlighted because of how often he gets hurt. How can you be a Todoroki stan and hate Deku (although to be fair its your right, I’m just making a point), the kid saw Shouto and decided that it was more important for Shouto to stop hurting and gave him a hell of a fight. I still remember Shouto’s smile, it gave me goose bumps.

Deku’s lack of self-preservation is a part of his programming so much that he hasn’t noticed it yet. Deku broke his bones, but he didn’t realise the permanent damage. When Deku got injured with Muscular, he was never intending to fight him alone. He wanted backup, his phone was broken and he wanted to get Kouta out and tried but Muscular gave him no opening. He was driven into a corner and fought his way out. Like Aizawa said, “He got that injured because he has no intention of dying.” Before rushing to find Bakugo, he informed his superior first, knowing she can spread the message.

The fight with Stain, he messaged his location to all his classmates, didn’t intend to fight Stain alone, just defend Iida long enough for help to come along. Fight with overhaul, he just wanted to get Eri away and when he understood Eri’s power, he gave her the opportunity to fight back against her oppressor by teaming up with him, keeping her secure with the cape made out of Lemillion’s hair. During the whole fight he was present-minded enough to take the fight away from civilians and managed to prevent damage and casualties. During Natsuo’s rescue he played support.

During the war arc, he realised with despair that Shigaraki was coming in all his destructive glory for him and tried to stop him before but he didn’t object to Bakugo joining him. In the movie Heroes Rising (the initially planned ending) he willingly gave OFA to Bakugo, because he trusts him with his life, and was willing to be quirkless again if that’s what it took to keep the kids safe, and himself and Bakugo alive. Its mostly been good decisions on his part.

Its the war arc that’s been his downfall. Watching his childhood friend/rival almost die, his best friend, his mentors almost die while he could barely hold Shigaraki back set off a fight or flight response in him. The seriousness of how Shigaraki came for him and left such death and destruction in his wake because he was not strong enough and AFO is a monster and the sight of Shigaraki and the reality of his situation pushed him down the current path. His solo arc started well because constantly training in the field has helped him master his quirk, and he had the backup of the vestiges who trained and guided him in learning to use it as a toolset instead of a one-punch solution. Then coming face to face with the flaws of hero society and the power, manipulative nature and destructive intentions of AFO has prepared him emotionally. He is not acting like AM, he hasn’t in a while. He is acting like NANA and i don’t blame him because she’s in his head. No adult stopped him from doing this, instead using him as bait to lure out the league.

When they started realising he’s spiralling out of control, that’s when they realised they messed up.

He’s running on adrenaline/fumes alone and I think he’s actually terrified.

“AFO is OFA’s responsibility” “Tell the world I am here” “You’re not as strong as me yet,” “You are not a worthy successor”

Deku isn’t self-centered and but I agree with the screw loose comment (its years of “you are useless, not good enough, not worthy and I bet a dozen or so concussions, bloodloss, dehydration lol). I know Bakugo means well and that’s how he talks. At the moment, he’s probably the only one whose sole goal is Deku’s survival. Deku’s like a wild animal, terrified, lost and as always backed into a corner. AFO has him where he wants him and I am curious to see how class 1 A are going to get through to him. I don’t want them to fight, all those fanarts of Bakugo reaching his hand out to Deku and then maybe punching him in the face would have been a lot better then the mocking (the slow clap was a little triggering for me) but again maybe it just bothers me and Deku needs it. I’ll just have to wait and see. Deku and his class together would be an unstopabble force and I am waiting for that to finally happen.

P.S. Class 1 A looks so mature, everyone going crazy about Bakugo and his tie and I’m here like, look at baby Kirishima and his roots <3

I’m sorry if I gave anyone a headache lol.

#bnha spoilers #deku #personal rant #character study #midoriya izuku #bnha 319 #mha

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hey-hamlet · 4 years

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BNHA AU Ideas : Bad Joke

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TL;DR:

While it would be accurate to call Izuku the son of the two heroes Ms Joke and Eraserhead, it'd be more accurate to call him the collective child of the Mustutafu hero community.

(to see where this idea - loosely - came from and better (and more depressingly) explored, try Gallows Humour by Nuclear_Equipped_Walking_Battle_Tank)

General Prompt: Izuku is the Biological son of Aizawa Shouta and Fukukado Emi. Lets get into it!

So; Izuku is the product of a one night stand very shortly after graduation. They were both mostly trying to get over other people - it didn’t work, at all. Aizawa and Mic have just moved in together, so Emi joins them. It’s honestly some of the best times of their lives, even if its a mess. Nemuri visits so often she may as well be living there and they plot for the future.

Emi and Nemuri start and on again off again thing that never really dies. Aizawa and Mic finally get over themselves and start dating before Izuku is even born, Emi is very proud Aizawa managed to talk about his feelings for once in his life.

Quirkless Izuku for this one.

The four young adults live together until Izuku is around 3, whereupon they get offers to teach at Ketsubutsu and UA respectively. Their apartment is too far from both schools, so they make the decision to live in different homes from then on. Everyone cries, even though they see each other on the weekends.

It’s one week at Emi’s, one week at Aizawa’s until Izuku starts preschool. He starts preschool near Emi’s house but after she finds out about Bakugo being a little brat, they look for another. The only one with openings is near Aizawa, so that’s where he goes. Ends up being childhood friends with Tenya and Momo.

The three of them are a collection of very smart, very nice children. They all are, however, too heroic for their tiny child bodies and Izuku and Tenya will try and fight anyone they see being a jerk and Momo has perfected the art of distracting the teachers. They are a team to be feared – even If none of them are tall enough to reach a kitchen sink.

Tenya and Momo are both often at fancy parties and they always bring Izuku so it’s a little team of children in suits and fancy dresses all holding hands while Izuku drags them up to every hero and excitedly asks for an autograph and rambles about their quirks. Basically everyone loves them.

zuku spends so much time at UA and Ketsubutsu he has his own ID card for each school. The staff love him. Aizawa and Emi tried to keep him away from work, but the moment Izuku saw other pro heroes there was no hope, the kid just looks like you’ve given him the whole world and boy are the two of them weak for their little man.

Nezu ends up making Izuku his little apprentice and teaches the kid stuff above his level in subjects that interest him. Hes not crazy ahead of the curve in general subjects but he’s a sharp kid with a good eye for quirks.

In analysis though hes hard to outclass, even as a child. He just as a knack for putting things together, even without doing it intentionally. After a little training from Nezu he becomes impossible to lie to which is a great skill for a hero, but a really aggravating skill for a 5 year old.

“Can I be a hero?” “Sprout, you could probably be a duck if you put your mind to it, I’m pretty sure no one can stop you doing anything.” “I’ve tried.”

Izuku’s personality is pretty similar to canon, but more like current canon than past. He’s socially awkward, can’t handle a crowd unless he’s in a fight or presentation (same vibe tbh) and easily flustered, but he’s more sure of himself and social. Most of his issues with being quirkless come from society at large rather than the people around him.

He also has a sense of humour! It’s much drier than you’d expect from knowing the kid, but he gets it from Aizawa.

Also, his hair is different because no one can stop me from making minor cosmetic changes. Less true green more iridescent black. Neon green eyes too.

Gets One for All, All Might knew Izuku as a child because if you’re a pro and your kid loves All Might more than oxygen, you abuse your connections to arrange a meetup. All Might falls in love with this tiny good boy, and becomes pretty good friends with Mic, Aizawa and Emi in one of the strangest friendships the world has ever seen.

50% of it is everyone, including Izuku, trying to force All Might to take care of himself. The other 50% is them just doing it for him anyway. Izuku has learnt that if he falls asleep on All Might, the man can not make himself move from that spot until Izuku wakes up. He abuses this.

All Might is just the fun uncle who shows up with presents randomly and you let him in because he’s trying his best.

He actually asks permission from Izuku’s parent’s ab giving him One for All, they basically go with “Nothing was going to stop this kid being a hero but fuck will that make life easier”

This AU basically includes Izuku, his two dads, his two mums, his fun uncles All Might and Nighteye, his weird grandpa Gran Torino and his crazy ??? Nezu. It’s the world’s oddest family.

In an act only Aizawa and Izuku could manage, they kinda,,, forget,,, to tell 1A they are related. Shouto still asks if All Might is Izuku’s dad and he loses his shit laughing for so long he gets uncomfortable.

Bakugo is aware, he and Izuku were good friends and kids but had a falling out when Izuku’s quirk didn’t come in. Bakugo just assumes he was a late bloomer and while he doesn’t say sorry because hes a brat, hes about as nice as Bakugo gets. He kinda whispers “isn’t,,, that,, your dad” and Izuku just nods. Bakugo says nothing more because its fucking hilarious.

Literally the moment they work it out is when Ketsubusu comes over to see them in the Provisional License exam. Izuku just turns to Aizawa, deadpan “Goodbye Father, I’m leaving you to live with Mother.” “Back Monday like usual?” Izuku and Joke just start wheezing. The whole class is silent and lost and it’s at that moment Izuku and Aizawa realise they maybe kinda forgot to tell 1A. Izuku is just rolling on the ground laughing ,Aizawa has buried his face in his capture weapon to hide his own snickers and Bakugo is fucking wheezing, leaving poor Tenya and Momo the job of explaining exactly what the fuck is happening.

#bnha au #bad joke au #bnha #mha #midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta #fukukado emi #ms joke #Class 1A

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albino-whumpee · 3 years

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Fever nightmares

ashintheairlikesnow asked:

Can I request nap + hand holding, Albus and Sann?

I know I should be doing a million other stuff, but I finally finished this lmao. It´s quite long so heads up for that! I got inspired lol. Thank you for requesting! :D

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CW// Slavery, PTSD, amnesia, a bit of manhandling, pet whump, forced to watch implied murder (as in dream), sickness, conditioning, dehumanization, self loathing, night terror. Angst with a happy ending.

It was early morning and Zarai was ready to go to the office when Albus came behind her with a guilty look and a blanket over his shoulders.

“I´m so sorry, ma-” Albus made a funny face, letting out an almost silent sneeze “I´m sorry… A simple flu shouldn’t make me so useless to you…” he said cleaning his reddened nose, fixing his glasses. Zarai sighed.

“Don´t say such things, Albus. You need to rest. How´s the fever going?” she pulled a hand to his forehead and felt it slightly hot. At least he was getting better “I asked Sann to get some meds for you, so you can just sit back and rest until it goes down ok?”

“Yes, ma´am. I´m so sorry” he said sneaking a look at the empty couch. It had been turned into a provisional bed as “security measures”. He was already inconveniencing Zarai by being sick himself, he couldn´t also get Sann sick and bother them both. But maybe he was already doing it. As Sann was doing his chores for him. He still didn’t know how to use the washing machine, but he was proud of him for trying to learn.

“Take care, Albus. I left some vegetable soup in the refrigerator for you. Green lid for you, blue for Sann. Please, get some rest, ok?” Albus felt his cheeks going redder and redder at the care he was been granted. Made him forget about what the collar on his neck meant. A gentle pat on his head made him smile slightly “See you later”

“Yes, ma´am. Have a nice day” he said before she went through the door. He let out a loud sigh and felt a soft fur ball rubbing against his leg. He crouched down and felt a sharp sting on his head at the motion. Petted the cat with a little groan. “I will have so much work when I go back” he smiled at the cat who rolled on its back to receive belly rubs.

He wasn´t hungry, but definitely could use a bit more sleep. He tucked the blanket closer to himself, suddenly cold, as he walked back to his room. The nightstand filled of pilling cups and tissues. He was about to slip into bed when Momo meowed to be allowed up. He set it next to him and let his head flop into the pillow. The headache smothering down as he closed his eyes.

He hoped he wouldn´t dream.

He didn´t know since when, but his dreams had started to become…unsettling. It was almost always the same thing.

Running desperately through some woods, only to get to a highway. A feeling of dread and panic always overtaking him as he looked at both sides. It was deserted but it didn´t take long before he saw two men on the other side. Terrifyingly getting closer as he couldn´t run away. Moving so, so slowly until he could feel their fingers hovering right above his shoulder. Then he could run again. Into the woods. Hearing dirty laughter behind him. But when he got to the other side, to the lake, he always came to swans flying away, scared by him. But when he pulled his arms down to see, a girl fell to the ground. Like a rag doll with no support. And then she screamed and thrashed. So painfully, with such desperation he couldn´t just stand there. But even if he wanted to jump and help her, to talk her down, he was petrified. Unable to move or talk or blink.

Then they came. The two men ignored him and went to her.

A “stop” was trapped in his throat as they walked closer. Their faces were smudged but he knew they were smiling “Stop!” he wanted to scream but then they took her away from his sight. Frozen as he was, he couldn´t follow. He could only hear thrashing and struggling. “Please, STOP!” Until there was a rope´s snap and everything went unbearably hot. It was a really sunny day. Suddenly one of the men walked to him and his face wasn´t smudged anymore. Albus was staring at himself. A younger version that smiled wickedly.

“Your pay” he always told him slapping him lightly with something like a leather wallet.

Albus opened his eyes to someone cleaning his with a tissue. He pulled his hands up “No…no…” he said still trying to focus on the face above him, feeling his body way too hot. Lacking energy to properly keep them away. Cool hands held his gently. As if they were used to it. Pulling them down with a single hand that held their wrists together. Albus squirmed a bit, but he was so tired, he needed another nap. A hand pulled him slowly to see his face… That´s when he understood it was Sann. He was at home. It was only a dream.

His gray eyes looked at him with both worry and relief as he relaxed. Sann let go of his wrists as Albus straightened up and saw Momo with its fur sticking up and dilated pupil staring back at him. Wary. Had he screamed?

“Bad dream again?” The boy signed with a frown. Silence. Sann breathed in, inhaling the smell of sweat as he pulled him into a hug. Running his fingers over his head as he clung to him.

“You´re gonna get sick” he said face pressed against his chest. Sann shrugged instantly, hearing him giggle before it went quiet. They stayed that way for a while until Sann pulled away when Albus did. The boy sniffing as Sann passed him a tissue. He thanked him before stretching to whisper to Momo a little sorry. The cat seemed to accept the apology for scaring it as it didn´t jump away. Sann passed him a few pills and a glass of cold tea. He swallowed the pills quickly before his eyes fixed on the glass.

“Sann” the boy perked up at his name being called. Albus wetted his lips trying to suffocate the chuckle wanting to get out “The glass is stained, look” he passed it to him as the boy opened his eyes wide, searching for the stain. Confusion written all over his face. “I´m joking” he giggled as the other looked at him in disdain. Receiving a playful bump in his arm as retribution. “You have done so well with cooking and cleaning, we can move on to the next stage” he nodded like he was an old sage of housekeeping “Washing laundry” he finished with Sann looking at him expressing a little dread on his face. Even if it didn´t hide the little dimple appearing on his face before a smile came up.

“Al” he signed. Using white “You still have a chance to learn comedy. I believe in you”

Albus now stared at him giggling as he squinted his eyes. But he smiled, seeing he didn´t went into a cough fit like before. The treatment from one of Claude’s friends was starting to work. Even if surgery was still just a thought and talking again was still a fantasy.

“I´ll clean this mess up and leave you to rest ok, comedian?” Sann mouthed the last word, not knowing how to sign it. Right before he lifted himself up and felt a hand reaching to his sweater.

“I, uh… can you stay a bit?” Sann stared at him for a second, then noticed the hand tightly tugging the blanket. “Please? I just…” Sann´s chest clenched “I don´t want you to get sick, but…I don´t want to be alone right now”

Sann breathed in slowly before slipping back to the bed. He was unsettled and proud. He never asked for something directly, much less something like that. Whether it was him letting himself be vulnerable or real fear, he would be there if he needed him.

It took a bit for him to talk again. After a silent sneeze and the respective exchange of a tissue “Sann?”

“Hm?”

“Do you…Would you want to remember anything from before?” Sann kept stroking the cat´s fur. Then nodded.

“You don´t?” Sickness made him far more honest, Sann noticed. “Without the pain it would be nice”

“Yeah that too. I would like to! I think…” He stayed quiet for a second “If you could, what would you want to remember most?”

Sann tilted his head up. Like he always did when he went deep in thought. “A song” he felt the threat of a migraine for even mentioning it but he continued “If I ever remember it I will play it for you. I will ask Mister Claude to lend me his guitar”

“You play? I would love to hear it” Albus said snuggling closer as tiredness got ahold of him and his cheeks began regaining a healthy, pale color.

“And you?” he signed “What would you want to remember?” Albus stayed quiet for a while. An answer lingered on his mouth but it looked like it forced it shut whenever he tried to say it.

“The…the day I met you” Sann was surprised and not really. Training was a blurry mess in his head too. He hadn´t remembered until he saw the numbers on his wrist either, but the softness on his tone made his cheeks flare up “and…my name? It would be, funny? Amusing? To know who I was before. If I really… “He stayed quiet again. Remembering wasn´t punished here. But the threat, even if not real, had taken roots hard to get rid of “I don´t know”

Both stayed silent for a while before Sann looked at him.

“If you remember it, can I still call you Albus?” Sann signed with white while the other blinked.

“If you remembered yours, would you want me to stop calling you Sann?” Albus signed. Saying his name by tapping both his middle fingers on either cheek, right where his dimples appeared in a private joke, Sann smiled at. Dimpling his cheeks.

“No, I like it when you say it” the boy said leaning forward until their foreheads touched. “Call my name?” The boy finger signed over the other´s chest.

Albus closed his eyes and took a deep breathe then.

“Sann” Feeling his body relax, he called Sann´s name in a hushed whisper “I love you”

Sann took a second to lift his head, but when he did his eyes shined as bright as his smile before he kissed him.

They stared into each other´s eyes for a long moment before Sann pulled away, swaying slightly on his seat. Slowly, taking his time to sign them perfectly.

“I love you too”

The boy´s smile was almost glued to it, and so was the one on Albus´ as they curled closer to each other.

“Movie?” he signed at the albino with an eyebrow lifted. Albus smiled. No signs of the terror from before.

“Your turn to choose”

It wasn´t long before they were all set up, watching an animated movie both had the sensation of having seen before. Sann felt fingers circling his hand like a question. To which he replied by giving them a little squeeze and holding the other´s hand. It had been at the middle of it that Albus had dozed off. Sann had quietly put away the tablet and snuggled to him. It wasn´t long before he started muttering again. Anguished little sounds Sann had begun to hear more and more often. He held his hands tighter. Guiding them to his chest as he pulled him close.

Sann couldn´t say the words, so he hoped the way he held his hand and the pressure of his body against his was enough to chase the nightmares away. Albus took a while to breathe easily. But he looked relaxed. Sann did too. He didn´t want to come home to such screams ever again. Didn´t wanna see him cry and beg to the nightmares to stop.

So he held him close and let himself drift into a dream where he could say those words.

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atomic-taco-muffin · 3 years

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Can you make a part 13 to the “MHA x Fem!Reader: Kingdom Hearts”

Kingdom Hearts Part 13

Warnings: Angst?

Rating: SFW

(A/N: this took forever!)

After Sora was able to save you and everyone else's hearts, he stood on the wasteland, his right hand clasped firmly in Kairi's left and your right hand in his left.

"You okay?" Kairi asked.

"Yeah. Thanks, Kairi," Sora said.

You and Kairi smiled back at him. When Sora looked around you all, he saw that all the others were there, too.

"it did work," he said. He felt the tight knot of emotions within him slowly coming undone. The despair had threatened to consume him--but it was thanks to all those he saw here now that he had made it back, including you and Class 1-A. Sora slowly released his grip on your and Kairi's hand. Everything was going to be okay. Donald and Goofy smiled valiantly.

"Of course!"

"Now point us back at those bad guys!"

The enthusiasm of you and everyone else filled Sora with relief, and he faced forward again.

"Right!" he said.

You all quickly agreed and got moving. Master Xehanort and his cohorts--the Real Organization XIII--awaited you all across the wastes.

Ventus was the first to catch sight of the figure up ahead amid the whirling dust.

“Terra!” he shouted, running off before you all could get a word in.

Aqua started after him, calling his name with a hint of apprehension. Ventus was unaware that Terra’s body was under Xehanort’s control.

“That’s not him, is it?” Sero asked Denki, who nodded in response.

“Terra! We found you!” Ventus exclaimed as he took his friend’s hand.

“Terra, please say you’re in there,” Aqua said in a more cautious voice.

Instead of replying, Terra observed her quietly. His blue eyes seemed to stare right through her, and she placed a hand on Ventus’s shoulder to draw him away.

“What gives, Aqua?” Ventus asked.

“I know that you’re not him,” Aqua said as he placed herself before Ventus protectively. “Now, let our friend go!”

That was when Terra’s hair turned white, and his blue eyes turned to gold.

“He is their thirteenth,” Mickey said softly.

“Today is the day you all lose,” Terranort quietly told you all.

“What?!” Aqua cried. A dark fog began to congeal behind Terranort.

“Before you even face the thirteen, every last one of you will be torn to heart from body. But fear not. The χ-blade will still be forged,” he said.

He called his Keyblade to his hand. Beyond the dark fog, atop the cliffs looming above the wasteland, countless Keyblades stood thrust into the terrain like grave markers.

“We’re not gonna lose to you,” you said.

With a smirk at your challenge, Terranort launched himself at Ventus, closing the distance in a single moment, and dealt the boy with a devastating blow with his Keyblade--or he would’ve, if someone didn’t intercept the attack.

“Who are you?” Terranort asked. The one who blocked and knocked away Terranort’s Keyblade was a man clad in armor.

“Got you, Xehanort,” he said, forcing the possessed figure back.

“Who is that?” Ochako asked.

“Terra?” Aqua asked softly. That armor had once belonged to her friend. And what lay within it now...was Terra’s lingering will. Though there was no one physically in the armor now, the thoughts and desires dwelling within it were still fighting to protect everyone.

“That’s Terra’s lingering will. After Xehanort possessed Terra, he was separated from his armor and that created the Lingering Will,” Denki said.

“This is impossible!” Terranort said as he seemed panicked as the Lingering Will strode ominously toward him.

“How I’ve waited for this moment.”

Its Keyblade lashed like a whip and wrapped around Terranort’s weapon, and the Lingering Will yanked back its Keyblade with enough force to fling Terranort into the air.

“Woah! That is so manly!” Kirishima said.

“Stop saying manly, shitty hair! It’s getting annoying!” Bakugou said.

“I ain’t gonna stop, Bakubro!”

Terranort quickly let go of his ensnared Keyblade and adjusted his trajectory in midair so he could attack his armored foe head-on. But the Lingering Will’s Keyblade transformed into what looked like a giant cannon and released a blast of light.

“Okay...That’s cool!” Sero said.

“I need something like that!” Bakugou said.

“You already have gauntlets, Kacchan,” Izuku said.

“Shut up, you damn nerd!”

Terranort let out a cry of anguish as the beam sent him hurtling back. As soon as he had recovered his Keyblade, he was forced to fend off a furious assault.

“Terra!” Ventus shouted.

“No, Ven!” Aqua stopped Ventus as he tried to join the fray.

“But--”

“Them first,” Aqua said as she turned around. Ventus followed her line of sight to a vast throng of Nobodies, Heartless, and Unversed that practically filled the sky--and was coming right at you all. The ground shook as an inky darkness spread--and from it emerged the Demon Tide.

“We’ll hold off the others.” Aqua and Ven charged toward the advancing army.

“Okay. We got this!” Izuku replied, and then he, Class 1-A, you, Sora, Donald, and Goofy turned to take down the Demon Tide. Riku, Mickey, Kairi, and Axel readied their Keyblades for battle.

Sora hacked away at the Demon Tide, which was like a tsunami composed of hundreds of thousands of Shadows. Goofy did his best to fend off any attacks on Sora, but whenever the Heartless managed to land a hit, you were right there to patch him up with your quirk. (Take some notes, Donald!)

Meanwhile, Riku and the king fought the horde of Heartless, Nobodies, and Unversed while getting help from most of Class 1-A.

“You two hanging in there?” Todoroki asked.

“We’re fine! What about you guys?”

“Eh, can’t complain. We’ve dealt with stuff like this before,” Kirishima said. Riku risked a quick glance on Kairi, who was fighting along side Axel. Ochako and Momo were also there with them.

“I’ve got this!” Kairi called out as she parried an attack from a Nobody.

“Nice one, Kairi!” Ochako said.

“Thanks!”

“Glad I got you girls in my corner!” Axel said.

“Right back at you, Axel!” Momo said. Axel threw his Keyblade at the enemy.

“I just wish I felt better about all this.” Across the battlefield, Ventus, Aqua, Iida, and Denki were going head-to-head with a giant Heartless.

“Aqua!” Ven shouted as he dashed over to his friend to protect her from a punch by a huge Heartless that sent her to her knees. He caught the follow-up attack that was intended for her with his Keyblade. He took advantage of the recoil to rush in close and help Iida and Denki finish it off.

“Thanks, Ven! You’re my favorite!” Denki said.

“Huh?” Ven asked

“It’s a long story,” Iida said.

“Now isn’t the time to talk,” Aqua said as she got to her feet and moved off to confront more Heartless.

The Heartless, Nobodies, and Unversed kept coming--no matter how many times you all struck them down, there were always more to take down. It seemed like the darkness was blotting out the sky itself. All the same, you all wouldn’t give up.

“Let’s end this!” you shouted as you dealt the Demon Tide an attack so fierce that the whole shape of the mass shifted.

“C’mon...” As you came back to the ground, you and Sora watched as the Demon Tide began swirling around itself in a vortex.

“Something’s wrong,” Mineta said.

“Look out!” Tokoyami shouted.

All the Heartless, Nobodies, and Unversed were sucked into the winds it had stirred up, forming a colossal hurricane of Darkness.

Soon, Riku, the king, Kairi, Axel, Aqua, Ventus, and Class 1-A were staring in awe as well.

“What now?” Goofy asked as he edged backward, using his shield.

“Sora?” you and Donald asked with an uncertain glance.

“I’ll stop it!” Sora broke into a run, knocking aside any Heartless that got in his way as he made a beeline for the Demon Tide.

“Sora!” you all shouted behind him.

Just as Sora sprang into the air and was about to come down on the Demon Tide with his Keyblade, a blinding light engulfed him.

“Need some help?” Standing within the light was a boy Sora had never even seen before, let alone met. The boy had silver hair and a red scarf around his neck.

“Huh?” Sora gasped, then found himself back on the ground again. When he opened his eyes, thousands of Keyblades were flashing through the air above him. You and Sora leaped onto the swarm of Keyblades and rode it straight toward the dark vortex. The Keyblades plunged into the Demon Tide and scattered it.

The surviving Heartless of the Demon Tide came back together to form what resembled a black comet heading for you and Sora. But the Keyblades fanned out to shielded the two of you from the onslaught, and together with all of them, you and Sora became a ray of light and sliced the dark mass apart.

Once you and Sora landed back on the ground, the two of you looked up at the thousands of Keyblades. Their purpose served, the proud weapons burst apart into glimmering shards.

“Sora! (Y/N)! Are you okay?” Izuku called, running over.

“Yeah,” Sora replied with a smile. You smiled too and gave Izuku a hug.

“What the hell was that?” Bakugou asked, looking up to where the Keyblades had been a moment ago.

“Keyblade wielders...from long ago,” Aqua said.

“It’s the light of the past,” Ven added as he, too, looked up at the sky.

“Look,” Kairi said as she spotted someone and pointed.

“Just send out the Big Bad,” Axel grumbled.

“I can just tell that you and I would make good friends,” Bakugou said.

The one strolling towards you all across the empty battlefield...was Riku--a Riku that as a little younger than the one with you now. He snickered at you all.

“You!” Riku shouted, taking a step forward. Mickey quickly stepped over to hold him back.

“The Organization’s been using hearts. Ones Xehanort got to in the past and has influence over. So that must be you from when Ansem has control over your heart,” he said.

“Yeah. How could I forget?” Riku said half to himself, lowering his head for a moment. Amused by his chagrin, Repliku opened his eyes, bared his teeth, and laughed loudly.

“I’d say that was our finest hour,” he said. Riku returned his gaze of his younger self.

“Wrong. My hour of weakness,” he said.

“You sure? How about we find out?!”

A black miasma billowed up from Repliku, and then, from behind him, a gigantic shadow shaped like Xehanort rose ominously. It extended its arms to the sides, filling the sky.

“What is that?!” Mineta cried.

“A real test for the Mark of Mastery!” Repliku cried. Xigbar chose that moment to make his entrance.

“Dude, who the hell is that?” Sero asked Denki.

“That’s Xigbar,” Denki replied.

“We gotta make sure you’re not blundering your way toward a second failure,” Xigbar sneered.

“Blundering? I’ll have you know we failed with style, chief,” Axel replied.

“At least you admit it. Well, if you guardians think you brought the goods, you’ll have to prove it to the old guy one last time. Kid, take it away.”

Repliku let out a bellow, causing the dark figure looming behind him to swell even larger. Several Demon Towers burst from the ground around you and the others. Repliku made a shadowy exit of his own, leaving the world shrouded in darkness.

The Shadows were so great in number that it was hard to tell if they were a tower, a tide, or even individuals at all. One thing was certain: There were enough of them to consume the world. The creatures attacked haphazardly, and while you and the others dispatched any that came your way, there was no end in sight. It wasn’t just Shadows--or even Heartless--that threatened you all, either. There were also Nobodies and Unversed among the throng.

“Form up! Now!” Izuku shouted.

You all gathered in a circle, but you were all pressed back in on one another. Within the defensive ring, Mickey looked down at his Keyblade. He started to raise it--only to be stopped by Riku. Mickey looked up at him, but Riku shook his head quietly.

“If you try to use time magic against these numbers, you won’t have enough strength for the final battle,” Riku said. Mickey lowered his eyes sadly.

“I’ll try and break through,” Aqua called. “Everyone, get ready!”

“Alone? That’s crazy! I’ll help!” Ven said. Both of them struck at the Heartless, but no more than that.

“Two is no better,” Kairi said.

“Yeah, splitting up is a bad idea!” Axel added, punctuating the statement with a swing of his Keyblade.

“I agree with flamsi-locks there!” Bakugou said.

“Are you always like this?”

“Hell yeah!” Even as you all argued, more and more Shadows were fallen from the sky like black rain.

“There’s way too many!” Goofy yelped, dropping into a fearful crouch.

“We’re finished!” Donald said as he quickly joined Goofy. Just as you were all about to give up, a feather like sword landed in front of Sora, taking down a Heartless. (you know I had to add our favorite bird man)

“Is that a...” he asked. Suddenly, an orb of light lanced through the gloom overhead and fell upon your foes.

“Hey! Did we just missed the party?” someone asked. You and Class 1-A recognized the voice and saw Hawks swoop down to you all.

“Hawks!” you and Class 1-A exclaimed. From behind him, pro heroes from back home arrived, including...

“Dad!” you exclaimed as you ran up to Aizawa. From next to Aizawa you saw Present Mic. “Where’s Eri?”

“Don’t worry. Shinsou’s watching over her,” Aizawa said. You smiled and watched as the light grew into a radiant column that sent the Shadows flying every which way, and you all has to shield your eyes against it. When you all opened them again to see what happened, there was Master Yen Sid, standing there in the flesh!

“Master Yen Sid!” you and the others exclaimed.

The sorcerer, who was also a Keyblade Master, clapped his glowing hands together, then quickly held you all aloft, releasing a burst of light that destroyed any Shadow it touched and created a pathway straight through the horde.

“Go, my champions. I will hold them all here for as long as I can,” MYS said.

“We’re not leaving you behind!” Mickey cried. Donald and Goofy looked at each other and then, with a nod, ran over to Yen Sid’s side.

“You guys go on!”

“Me and Donald will stay here. The two of us’ll back up Master Yen Sid!” The two of them readied their weapons to protect the sorcerer’s back.

“Donald...Goofy...” Sadness filled Sora’s voice. They had stuck by his side through all his adventures thus far, and he hated to leave them. You ran up to Sora and gave him a comforting hug.

“You’re a whole pint by yourself, Sora,” you said.

“Don’t worry. We’ll catch up with ya in just a bit!” Goofy added. Sora and Mickey looked at their friends.

“Okay!”

“We’ll regroup later!”

“Make haste!” MYS shouted. You and the others, including the pro heroes, ran down the glowing path the sorcerer had cleared.

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canariie · 3 years

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“Do you want to have ramen?”

Rating: T for Rangiku’s implications ;)

Synopsis: Toushiro invites Momo over to his place for ramen, not quite understanding the full social implications he has brought upon himself.

Word Count: 2276 words

Setting: College AU

Prompts: Hitsuhina Week 2020 - Day 2 Reveal / AU

Author’s Note: My first submission for @hitsuhina-week ever! I always love writing AUs since Hitsuhina mainly suffer in canon :’(

This was inspired by the ramen scene in the K-drama Crash Landing Onto You! Also, I have been thinking about a College AU for Hitsuhina recently so this would be one scene of it! I hope you enjoy!

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Toushiro looked at the clock again for what seemed like the fifth time. Where is she? He busied himself his apartment, fiddling with the sparse furniture, but everything was already orderly and in place. Toushiro had already spent all day cleaning up to have his childhood friend, Momo, over. The two had just finished their first-year final exams yesterday and had not had the time to properly catch up yet.

He had offered to have her over for dinner—just instant ramen, Toushiro by no means was a chef. He also knew that since he lived alone they could have more freedom than if they hung out than at her 2-bedroom apartment with Momo’s roommate around. Not that they were going to be loud or rowdy—unlike Toushiro’s neighbor, Rangiku Matsumoto.

Earlier that evening. the second year had brought it upon herself earlier to loudly knock on his door, demanding to borrow a broom for herself.

“Oh, someone’s cleaning up?” Rangiku smiled cheekily. “Are you having anyone over?”

“It’s just Hinamori.” He thrusted the broom into her hands and responded curtly, “Now take this and go before she gets here.”

“Really? I want to see Hinamori-chan too!” The blonde girl stepped inside. “Maybe I should stay too!”

“No!” The word left Hitsugaya’s mouth before he could stop himself and he could feel his ears go hot. He was eager to see Momo but didn’t want his neighbor to know that. “We’re just eating ramen, so there won’t be enough…” he said as he attempted to compose himself.

Rangiku smiled knowingly, “Relax Captain, I wasn’t planning on it…especially if you’re going to have ramen. There’s no room for more than 2 people in that,” she replied cheekily, her voice dripping with implications.

Toushiro narrowed his eyes in skepticism, not liking the tone of her voice. “What are you talking about Matsumoto?”

Her blue eyes filled mirth, happy to see the confusion on his face. “Do you not know what ‘having ramen’ means Captain? And I thought you were a genius!”

Toushiro scowled at the comment, clearly not happy to be ignorant—even if it was something Rangiku knew. “What do you mean?”

And so, she explained, laughing as the white-haired boys face turn redder and redder. All this new information left Toushiro flustered and he hastily pushed Matsumoto out of the apartment, still undeterred in her laughter at his embarrassment.

Since then, Toushiro had occupied himself with cleaning up the living room and setting up the kotatsu as a way to firmly forget that conversation. It annoyed him that he had no idea of such a concept—and if he didn’t know, Momo definitely didn’t know.

It wasn’t that he didn’t have feelings for his childhood friend—he had realized for several years how he felt about the sweet brown eyed girl. But Momo didn’t know and he valued their friendship too much to jeopardize it by letting her know. Toushiro knew how much Momo relied on his presence in her life, especially after what happened to her in high school, and he couldn’t risk being anything more the friend that she needed.

A knock erupted his thoughts (though much softer) and Toushiro opened the door to a pair of arms and paper bag in his face. “Ahh Hitsugaya-kun!” came the muffled voice of his childhood friend, “it’s going to fall!” He quickly grabbed the bag right as it tipped into forward towards him. “Hinamori! Did you buy the whole grocery store?” He inspected its contents and saw she had brought vegetables, meat, and tofu—basically everything but the ramen noodles which he had offered.

Momo laughed as she took off her shoes. “Well, we just finished finals and I know you wouldn’t have much groceries inside so I decided to stop by and pick up some ingredients as well as,” she held up a plastic bag that was hanging on the crook of her elbow, “some celebratory drinks!”

Toushiro raised his eyebrow. “Isn’t this a bit much Hinamori? I thought we were just eating ramen?”

He followed her into his kitchenette and set down the ingredients as she scrummaged through the drawers for a bottle opener. “Hitsugaya-kun, we just finished our exams of our first semester of college! We must celebrate it fully!” For further emphasis, she poured two shots and held one out to him. Toushiro took it with a skeptical glance at his childhood friend. “Hinamori, you don’t even drink that much…” Her tolerance was abysmally low and any full drink would knock her out completely.

“I know, I know! But I wanted to really celebrate tonight!” She leaned herself against the kitchen counter. “I also wanted to thank you for helping me study for my exam, even when you had your own exams to study for.” Momo looked at him through her eyelashes, her brown eyes gleaming. “Thank you, Hitsugaya-kun. I really appreciated it.”

Toushiro could feel his ears go red and he looked away. “It was no problem.” He could never turn away that look of her hers: her soft smile and warm eyes. For years, though she may know it or not, whenever Momo gazed at him like that, Toushiro could feel his will breaking.

That’s how he helped her study: with her knocking on his door with a pleading look in her eyes and her textbooks clutched to her chest, there was no way he could say no. Not that he would have; Hinamori had helped him in countless ways, though she may have not realized it, just by simply being her cheerful self. She was selfless, kind and always put others, like him, above herself—a trait he initially found annoying but later on an endearing quality that made him want to protect her more.

That’s why he took the shot still extended out towards him, though hesitant he could see the anticipated gleam in her eyes. “To the end of finals…” Toushiro said weakly though it didn’t stop Momo from cheering loudly before taking her own. He eyed her as he drank his, albeit not as quick since he was fully aware of his tolerance to alcohol, not as low as Hinamori but definitely not high.

Momo let out a sigh of content. “Let’s get started shall we!”

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Though the two were tired from just finishing a week of finals, all the fatigue seemed to wear away as they moved around the kitchen. Toushiro was by far not a great cook and only ate what required the minimal cooking. He could only shrug his shoulders as Momo threw a disapproving look over her shoulder at his empty fridge before placing some of the ingredients inside. She moved around with an ease, taking out the pots and pans to prepare the ingredients for ramen without hesitation—almost as if she lived there, which Toushiro rather liked.

They fell in a comfortable rhythm of light conversation in between the chops of vegetable and the pan sizzle of meat. From plans for the holiday to news about classmates, all the conversation fell neatly in between light jokes and the appetizing aroma of a long-awaited home cooked meal. Toushiro made sure to keep an eye on Momo as she was intermittently taking shots in while adding the chopped cabbage and beef to the pot. He debated moving the knives away as she started to accidently spill things, almost knocking the whole bottle of soy sauce into the pan. While Momo wasn’t looking, he moved the sake bottle out of her sight, hoping she’d think she had misplaced it.

“Ahh it looks so delicious!” Momo squealed as Toushiro cracked the last ingredients of eggs to the pot. “I can’t wait to eat it!” She moved closer to catch a whiff, almost moving in front of the pot but Toushiro caught her shoulders and pulled her back. “Be careful Hinamori! It’s still boiling!”

She furrowed her eyebrows and craned her neck up at him, “Hitsugaya-kun, I wasn’t going to actually put my face in. You know I am older than you, right?”

Toushiro didn’t want to take chances as he could see the glazed look starting to form over her brown eyes. “Yes, I know Hinamori,” he acquiesced, “and as the older one you can go set up the table to eat. I’ll bring the food over.” He could hear her mumbling to himself “now he’s kicking me out” but she obliged anyway, taking the plates and turning on the TV to a random late-night movie.

Toushiro brought out the pot of instant ramen—though it could hardly just be called instant anymore. The childhood friends had elevated it to a new level, at Momo’s insistence, with semi-boiled eggs, spinach, rice cakes, beef slices and thinly shredded green onions. Though Toushiro was displeased to see that Momo had found the sake bottle and had generously poured herself some more shots for two of them, he was happy to see her taking in a whole serving of food into her bowl.

The two fell quiet as they ate with gusto, now realizing how hungry they were. With the warmth of the kotatsu table, the white light of the TV and the filtered moonlight through the blinds, the tranquility of the moment allowed them to truly relish their food..

“Thank you for having me over, Hitsugaya-kun,” Momo said as she put her chopsticks over bowl. “I really enjoyed cooking with you today.” She smiled appreciatively, though Toushiro could still see a hint of fatigue in her face.

“I should thank you for going shopping for more ingredients. I was only planning to follow the instructions on the back of the packet.” He took a drink from his glass of water but stopped as he remembered. “Which by the way, let me know how much the bill was so I can pay you back for half.”

Momo waved her hand dismissively as she took another sip of the sake. “Don’t worry about that! You do so much for be, it’s the least I can do.”

He held her gaze. “Well, at least next time we do this, let me pay for the ingredients. It’s the least I can do since you cooked most of it.”

Momo laughed. “Shiro-chan, you really don’t give yourself enough credit. But, if you insist, then it’s fine.” She rested her chin on her hand as she yawned sleepily. “Guys just don’t think about this stuff normally. Like when I had ramen with Abarai-kun and Kira-kun—they didn’t even think about buying eggs!” she giggled.

At the back of Toushiro’s mind, he could hear Rangiku’s words from earlier on, and he felt a twinge of envy.

He cleared his throat. “Hinamori...you should be careful not to ask anyone else to have ramen with you.”

Momo’s bottom lip stuck out as she pouted in confusion, “But why Shiro-chan?”

Toushiro ignored the nickname, not wanting to derail from the point he was trying to make. “Because it has implications..”

“What kind of implications?”

Toushiro could feel his ears heat up. “Of more than just eating ramen.”

The brunette tilted her head in confusion. “I don’t understand…what else does ‘eating ramen’ mean besides eating ramen?”

He sighed in exasperation. “It’s more of the activity that follows after…”

“Like what?” Honestly, this girl was too clueless for her own good.

“When one finishes the ramen…they usually stay the night…” He left out the last part hoping she would understand.

“And sleep?”

Toushiro wanted to bang his head on the table. Now, he wished Rangiku was hear to explain. “But not of the sleeping kind.”

There was a pregnant pause before Momo erupted in sleepy giggles. “Shiro-chan, I don’t think that’s always the case. Friends can have ramen together! I think Rangiku-san has been giving you too many ideas.”

He made a sound of protest, almost knocking over his bowl of ramen. “She does not give me ideas!”

“Like you and I! Aren’t we just friends having ramen?” A few moments ticked by where they stared at each other until her voice turned somber. “Unless, is there something else going on, Shiro-chan?”

At that point he didn’t know what to do. The TV noise fell to a background static and thoughts raced through his mind. He didn’t want her to have any ramen with anyone else, well, because he wanted her.

“Hinamori I—”

Her head fell against the side of the couch, eyes already closed in sleep. Toushiro almost had to stop himself from slamming his head on the table and settled in heaving a huge sigh of disbelief. Of all the times she had to pass out. After gathering his wits together, he cleared the table and turned down the volume of the TV, not wanting to disturb her. Toushiro quietly stood up and moved over to Hinamori’s side, placing one arm behind her back and another under knees. Her head lolled to one side against his shoulder and he could feel soft puffs of air against his neck, sending heat up the back of his neck.

Toushiro carefully moved to his bedroom and placed her down, making sure to prop her head up on the pillow and cover her with a blanket. Knowing Momo, she was going to be knocked out the rest of the night and in no shape to go home; Toushiro just hoped that she would sleep through and forget the last part of their conversation.

For now, he’ll blame Matsumoto for putting these ideas in his head and hope that in the meantime, Momo wouldn’t have ramen with anyone else but him.

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Authors Note: I did a little research and it seems the “having someone over for ramen” is prevalent in South Korean culture. However! When I watched Naruto: The Last, the girls would always giggle whenever Naruto would ask Hinata over for ramen so I assume in Japanese culture, there is probably similar implications! If anyone knows, please let me know! I mainly enjoy putting Toushiro in a difficult position as secretly-in-love-with-their-childhood-friend and never able to do anything about it haha

Hope you enjoyed! :)

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petri808 · 4 years

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A Sun-Kissed Getaway

My artist partner @reishichi beautiful companion piece to my story. Rei was awesome to work with, sweet, go check out her art!!! 💜💜 This was for the @todomomo-mini-bang-2020

The scent of the salty ocean air held hints of life and notes of esoteric mysteries swirling through the breezes that wrapped along the sun-kissed beach they stood on. He couldn’t have picked a more perfect spot to bring his wife Momo to. Secluded and peaceful compared to the hectic city world they lived in. The skies were radiant with different shades of blue as far as the eye could see and embraced at the horizon into the covetous waters like a lover returning home.

But as beautiful as this landscape was, it didn’t hold a flame in his heart like the gorgeous woman before him. Her dark raven tresses float behind her in gentle wisps and flurries, only tamed in part by the loose clip that binds it up. He watches her pause and bend down to pick up a shell, turning it in her hand before placing it back where she’d found it. Always the curious bookworm, cultured and mindful of her surroundings. She turns her attention to the ocean and closes her eyes.

He smiles at her upturned expression as she soaks in this entrancing milieu. It was one he could understand and appreciate too.

Their work as heroes was a daunting task at times. Not just physically taxing but emotionally draining when you’re dealing with the dregs of society. Villains and the victims left in their wake. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if these degenerates could just stick to battling with the law rather than dragging innocents into the mix. But he digresses. This was not the time to brood upon the negatives of their chosen professions.

“Shouto,” a soft melody crosses his hearing, and he shifts his focus to its source. He sees her outstretched hand, beckoning him to her.

He smiles once more and closes the gap between them, taking hold and entwining his fingers with hers. She squeezes and runs her thumb soothingly over the skin, wiping away the dissolution as if it’d never taken place. This is why he loved her so much. With just a tender touch, she could send away the weary and brighten his world anew. He lifts her hand and places a chaste kiss to its back. “Shall we,” he questions, gesturing to the stretch of coastline. She smiles with a light blush filtering onto her cheeks and nods in agreement.

They walk along the beach hand in hand in mellow conversation. The warm white sand speckled with various shades from corals of long ago cushion each step they take. It was nice, like a massage for their bare feet, and he appreciated that nature was kind enough not to burn today. No other souls were around to disturb them, except for the occasional call of a seabird or the skittering of a hermit crab. Just the tranquil roil of the waves ebbing and flowing against the sand or the shifting leaves of the trees that dot the edge of the shoreline.

It takes about an hour for them to make it to the end of the beach where a sheer cliff face rises up an unknown amount of stories and blocks their way. This beach was carved from a valley and only accessible with four-wheel drive. Of course, for those with a quirk like he had, travel to a remote location wasn’t so much of an issue. But to make it a day when they could forget about their quirks and just be normal for once, he’d borrowed a friend’s truck to get through the forest trail.

With no reason to hurry, they simply turn around and enjoy the stretch of paradise, making their way back to their little camp for the day. It was almost lunchtime and his wife had prepared bento meals for them to fuel their day off. Along with an oversized blanket and small cooler with drinks, it was the perfect set up for a relaxing picnic by the sea.

How unexpected, he mused as she produced a kitchen knife and began cutting into a small watermelon. It was the perfect refreshing treat for this warm summer day. He makes her a small table of ice to cut the fruit on and lay the pieces out to chill. “Lunch was delicious Momo, thank you,” he kisses her cheek as she finishes chopping.

She blushes lightly in a smile, “you’re welcome Shouto.”

He was a lucky man that his wife was such an amazing cook. Cooking was one skill that he could never master no matter how many times his sister Fuyumi tried to teach him. But he’s always been just a simple man, nothing fancy required, and content with a cold plate of soba. His wife was a different story. Raised to be the perfect balance of elegance and sophistication, used to the finer things in life, yet never pretentious or snobby.

Though they’d come from the upper echelon of society, their families couldn’t have been more different from one another. It was strange to him at first. She was so settled and worldly compared to him, a top-ranked student and yet adorably self-conscious. While he came from a broken home life, an overbearing father, while still managing to develop his own identity. But he digresses. They did have one thing in common. He leans back on the blanket and closes his eyes to the memory.

All through high school they’d been completely clueless, and it wasn’t until after graduation, with the help of their friends pointing out the blaring reality of their feelings for one another.

“What are you smiling about?”

Her voice pulls him back. “Just you,” he takes the piece of watermelon she holds out to him, “and how happy you make me.”

“Aww,” she giggles and hides her smile behind her hand, “you make me happy too.”

Even after all these years he could make her blush with the simplest of compliments. Her bright smile and the twinkle in her eye whenever she laughed or giggled always made his heart flutter wildly despite the stoic expression on his face. She’s the only woman who could pull these emotions from him. Others had tried and failed in the past, and maybe it was with that realization that he was finally able to process their friend’s words all those ages ago. ‘You love her…’

‘Yes, I do…’ It was because of her kind encouragement that he was truly able to forgive his father for all the man had done to their family. Her support gave him strength and her love gave him fuel to be the best hero he could be.

He feels a weight on his shoulder. It was Momo resting her head against it while she nibbles on a piece of watermelon and stares out over the ocean. He kisses her temple and wraps his arm around her, leaning his head against hers. This would make a for a perfect picture, but he couldn’t bring himself to spoil the moment by pulling out his phone. That was okay, such memories will always live on within them.

A light sigh and a shift by his wife to further wrap her arms around his mid-section. She was so content it was a shame that they would have to leave this beach soon. One didn’t need a watch to know the time, as the sun slowly made its trek across the sky towards the horizon, and the shadows from the tree line washed over their picnic spot. He of all people understood the power of the elements, yet in that moment, even the roar of the waves was but a peaceful undertone to relax away all the painful toils of their lives and send them away to the depths of the sea.

“So beautiful,” the words wisp out from Momo’s lips as she stared at the sunset.

How often do they ever get to enjoy this natural phenomenon, and today seemed even more spectacular than he remembered? The reddish orange ball of fire sent colored heat waves stretching out along the horizon, like a distorted image on a television screen, and darkening the further it settled below the sea blue threshold. But above it, the colors blended wildly with the sky to produce brilliant purple and blue hues broken up between the spattering of pink orange clouds travelling across the heavens.

“It’s time to go,” he kisses his wife and gives her arm a gentle squeeze.

“I know,” she sighs.

“We’ll come back again. I promise.”

She smiles, “thank you for today Shouto, I really needed this.”

He leans his forehead to hers and closes his eyes, cradling the back of her head. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. She was everything to him. “No. I’m the one who’s thankful,” he leans in and places a lingering kiss on her lips. “You make me the happiest man in the world.”

“I love you Shouto.”

“I love you too Momo.”

And as they make their way over to the car, he wraps his arm around her shoulder to guide her, taking one last look at the expanse of sand and sea. Growing up, he’d never expected to be as happy as he was with moments like this one. Nevertheless, just like that setting sun, old childhood wounds dissolve away into the abyss, leaving just the starry skies that blink of possibilities. There may not be any photographic chronicles of their adventure today, but the memories will forever be ingrained in their hearts and the love of a woman who helped him get here.

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As he lay there in the early morning hours, the sun’s rays were just barely peeking through the sheer curtains. Shouto smiles as he gazes lovingly over his wife’s face imagining how lucky he was to have her in his life. It had been a few weeks since their little beach outing, and oh how he wished they’d had more time for such moments. To relax and pretend all the cares of the world had disappeared. If he could spin their world into a perfect utopia for her, he would do it in a heartbeat.

He gently brushes away the stray ebony hairs that have drifted over her face, careful not to wake her. Momo’s shift the evening prior had been a long one, and he wanted to let her sleep in as long as possible. She looked so peaceful lightly curled against his side, trusting of his protection. Her porcelain skin coming alive with the light of the sun.

There was only one thing he could think of to make their lives better than it already was, but it was something that brought trepidation and fears along with the excitement and bliss. He was afraid to bring up the topic of starting a family. Was he ready, were they ready? Oh, who was he kidding, Momo would be an excellent mother. It was he and his poor childhood that caused him the greater pause.

She would probably tell him the opposite, Shouto you’ll be an amazing father… he chuckles in his head as he remembers the long-ago recertification exam. As the baby of the family, he had no experience dealing with children. They were like strange creatures to him that he couldn’t understand. Some people take to parenting naturally, but he just knew that wouldn’t be him. And yet despite those concerns, the desire to have a child with Momo outweighed those fears.

Imagine it… going back to that beach with a little one in tow. Watching him or her scurry after crabs or chasing the waves as they ebb and flow along the sand. Building sandcastles and napping under the sun after a yummy lunch prepared by his wife. A picture of pure bliss that he would love and cherish and give the child all the love he never received growing up with his own father. Bet his siblings would be thrilled to be an aunt and uncle.

When the time feels right, he’ll broach the question. He kisses Momo’s forehead and rests his chin amongst her tresses, closing his eyes with a smile. Sleep my love, as we dream of a sun-kissed future.

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imaginekhaos · 4 years

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Look Me in the Eyes

NSFW

Pairing: Deku x Reader

Warings: unprotected sex, coercion, semi-public sex, dirty talking

Word Count: 3,911

This is my first time writing a fan fiction for BNHA and I’m really nervous. Any feedback is welcomed and I hope you enjoy.

This is also really unedited so I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors.

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Izuku Midoriya was many things. He was smart, determined and very kind. A flirt, however, he was not. You had developed a crush on Midoriya sometime around sophomore year, a few months into transferring to U.A. after your family's big move to Japan. It had started out harmless, a school girl crush with the intent of staying that way. You should have known better the second you met the girls of class 1-A and their giggling ways. Things took a deeper turn one night when you were all hanging out in Momo’s room, laughing, gossiping, and eating way too much junk food for your own good. The topic had naturally ended up on boys, specifically those in class 1-A. One thing lead to another and you eventually confessed your tiny crush on a certain green haired hero-to-be. Oh how you wish it had stopped there that night, but getting a group of girls together always ends up eventful.

“So,” Mina started mischievously from beside you, “who do you think is the most… endowed… of all the boys?”

The question caused many mouths to fall open at the abruptness but pretty soon thoughtful faces coated the entire room.

Mina continued, “I wouldn’t be too surprised if it were Kiri. He’s polite, manly and cute, so if he had a big dick it would just complete the package. No pun intended.”

Laughs rang out along with a few agreements from the other girls. Eyes trailed to your form sitting next to Mina, waiting for you to spill your thoughts. Heat engulfed your face, never expecting to have to answer this question.

“What about you, [Y/N]? Any particular green-haired, freckle-faced person come to mind?” Jiro teased.

“I-I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it before. Seems kinda r-rude, doesn’t it?” Stuttering your way through an explanation, hoping to diffuse the situation and detract attention from yourself.

Jiro rolled her eyes at your lame answer. Uraraka then chose to speak up in a voice barely above a whisper, “I bet he’s big… “ The blush on her cheeks was so dark that is was only outmatched by the one across your cheeks due to the thoughts that were running through your head. The rest of the night was spent laughing and spilling more secrets. It brought you all much closer as not only friends but as a new class of heroes.

Though the night went on as a festive blur, one remark in particular kept repeating in your head the next few days. Thoughts of hard muscle juxtaposed with soft skin and tufts of green hair. Thoughts of hot sweaty bodies intimately colliding. It was all too much! But, it was all in your head. No one knew the kind of lewd scenarios playing out in your mind. Especially Izuku. So, since he wasn’t much of a flirt, you weren’t surprised when he never noticed how bright your cheeks burned when his friendly touches lingered a little longer or how his eyes managed to make you feel so exposed when he studied you during training. Even if he had noticed he had been kind enough not to say something, no matter how bad you sometimes wished he would.

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The last two years of high school went along without much of a hitch. As a class, you helped dismantle any trouble you came across and under the guidance of professional heros, you all managed to blossom into a promising new generation of heros. But with graduation comes separation. Many of the class broke off to find the region where they would be most helpful. Asui managed to snag a perfect placement on the coast, assisting in storm and water rescue while other students like Kaminari and Iida found agencies that had them doing all kinds of hero work. Even though you never left the area after graduation, you still found the perfect agency for you. It was small in comparison to some of the more well known ones, but they often assisted other agencies when short staffed or needed specialized help, so you couldn’t complain. Plus, all the other heroes were nice and very helpful when it came to learning on the job. It wasn’t until two years into the new job that the first real problem arose.

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Slamming your fist on your desk you let out an aggravated groan. Tonight was a bust. There had been a new villain terrorizing the area around your agency for a few weeks now. They were strong, fast and impossibly hard to capture, always managing to escape their bonds before the could be truly apprehended. It made you so damn mad and made you feel like an awful hero because you couldn’t capture a single villain. You run your hands across your face and through your hair before rubbing your tired eyes. It had been too long since you had any quality sleep and it was starting to take its toll on you. With a sigh, you decided that the best course of action would be to call for some assistance. You got in contact with a local agency who agreed to send someone to help you with the problem. Thanking them, a huge weight felt lifted off your shoulders knowing that the villain would be caught within the week and you'll finally get some much needed rest.

The next day went forward rather uneventful until the evening. The extra hero was supposed to arrive early in the day for introductions and debriefing, but they had yet to show. Deep frown lines and worried creases overtook your normally cheery face. Why weren’t they here yet? Did they forget? What if they got caught by the villain, got dragged back to their layer and is currently being subjected to foregin tourture methods and no one knows where they are and- A very familiar head of green hair entered your field of vision, successfully ending the panicked mental ramblings. You had to take a second look. Surely they didn’t send him, he was much too busy to help with something this small.

Then your eyes met enrapturing green ones. They were the kind of green that spoke of lush growth in the wake of a forest fire. They were determined, fresh and held a new sense of warning that read: “I have power. I have authority. I will not start a fight, but I will end one” His eyes scanned the agency, noting every face, name and exit strategy he could retain before his eyes were caught on you. I bright smile spread across freckled cheeks, the glint in his eye gone and replaced with pure sugar. His steps quickened in your direction. Your feet were frozen as juvenile feelings came rushing back as fast as your heart was beating.

Before you knew it, strong arms embraced you, snapping you out of your haze as you gently returned the hug. There were so many questions you wanted to ask, but your tongue was tied in a knot, filling your mouth and preventing any word from escaping.

“[Y/N]! I can’t believe it! It has been so long. How are you?” He spoke in a chipper voice, much too chipper for the feeling running through your body.

“D-Deku…?” you replied

“Yeah! Don’t tell me you already forgot about me, we were so close in school.”

“N-No I didn’t forget, I’m just surprised is all. I didn’t expect them to send their favorite hero to help out down here. Especially considering how low-profile this villain is.” you explained.

His cheeks warmed up at your statement. He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes cast downwards. “Well, I actually volunteered to come help. I saw the request form and your name on it and thought I would lend a hand. I hope that is alright?”

It was your turn to blush as his statement registered in your mind. “Y-Yeah! That’s fine, we need all the help we can get and who better to help us than the future number one?”

His hand retreated into his front pocket, eyes turning slightly cold almost as if you had offended him by bringing up the topic of being the number one hero. He gave a slightly strained smile. “Well I’m here. What can I do to help?”

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Both your lungs and legs burned as you ran after the villain you had been chasing for weeks. It was finally going to happen, you were going to catch him! Bursting through the warehouse doors the villain had just ran through, your eyes scanned the room for signs of movement. Your heart stopped as you realized there were none. Carefully examining the cargo garage once more, slower as you walked around checking every corner, you found it empty. Heavy footsteps followed after you. Izuku caught up to you, panting from the exertion of chasing the villain. He took a look around the space himself, noticing it was empty.

“[Y/N], how did they get away? What happened? Are you okay?”

A low growl escaped your throat, aggravation flowing hotly through your veins. He had escaped. Again! Think, think, think! Where could he have gone? Was it his quirk that helped him escape so many times?

“[Y/N]! What’re you doing? Aren’t you going to go after him?”

Those eyes. You could still feel their effect on you from earlier and it only intensified because you could feel them on you now.. He just had such an intense way of logging your every move. Don’t get it wrong, it was exactly this kind of awareness that would make him such a successful hero one day, but it made chills run up your spine when you would catch those orbs focused on you. They ensured that any shred of focus you had on the case was dissolved. You weren’t a school-girl anymore, so why were you acting like one? Getting distracted in the middle of a chase was a rookie move and you would be kicking yourself over it for days.

Eye twitching, you whip around to face Deku. “Will you stop asking so many questions? He just escaped like he does every time! I am trying to figure out a plan and I can’t think when you’re looking at me, much less speaking! You are just too distracting and don’t need to be thinking about what you’re making me and my body feel when I’m trying to work!” Huffing, it takes a second for your outburst to register. The angry heat flowing through you immediately turned to cold as all the blood runs from your face.

Those damned green eyes bore into yours with a fire almost as hot as the blush painted across his freckled cheeks. Desire rolled off of Deku in seering waves and you could almost feel it. He took a step forward, breaking you out of your haze. Immediately you began to stutter an excuse for your outburst, “D-deku… I didn’t mean to say that. It was an accident. You weren’t ever supposed to find out!”

He took another step forward and cocked his head to the side, that cold look from earlier clouded his face making him look like a completely different person. “Keeping secrets isn’t any fun, [Y/N]. It isn’t good manners and it hurts people's feelings.” He pouted slightly, “Is that what you wanted? Hm? To hurt my feelings?”

Quickly you shake your head, but still take a step away from him as he continued to walk your direction. “No! I just… I just didn’t want you to know.”

Another step forward. Another step back. “Want me to know what? About your crush on me since high school? Bunny, I already knew. You’re a very bad liar.” Gone was the sweet and caring Izuku you thought you knew. And gone was your escape route you realized as your back hit the cool metal walls of the warehouse. “And not only are you a bad liar, your body is too. I still remember that cute little blush on your face when I would touch you, much like the blush you have now.”

His chest pressed lightly against yours, hot and electrifying. Your body slightly trembled but you weren’t sure if it was from anticipation or from shame of loving his attention. His hands came to rest on the wall by your head, successfully enclosing you two together so all you could focus on was him.

The steady ring of his phone snapped your attention away. Not breaking his eye contact with your face, he grabbed his phone and answered it. After a few nods and yes’s and a few moments of you squirming under his gaze, he hung up and put his phone away.

“They caught him.”

Shock overtook your features, momentarily forgetting the previous predicament. “What? How did they get him? He escaped!”

A smirk crawled onto Midoriya’s lips. “I had a hunch that his quirk dealt with teleportation, specifically short range considering he never leaves this area of Japan. If I were trying to escape, I would lead my enemies to the lowest floor of a building and then teleport to the top, giving me ample time to escape in any direction without leaving a clue. Since most quirks have a drawback, I made a guess that a teleportation quirk would have a cooldown time, limiting the amount of times you could teleport. I then let the local authorities know. They did the rest.”

He seemed so proud of himself. Smug in the fact that he was right. What happened to the sweet and bashful Deku you knew, and what was with that look in his eyes? His scarred hand came up to push your [Y/H/C] locks behind your ears, drawing your attention back to him. His fingers trailed across your cheek bone, down to your jaw before squeezing both cheeks between his fingers making you look at him.

“Now, where were we, bunny? I think you were about to tell me about how you want me to touch you. Right?”

Speaking was difficult with the way he was squishing your cheeks, “I-I don’t think this is a g-good idea. Let’s just go h-home for the night.”

He sighed, a small amount of disappointment flashing across his face. “Oh honey, that’s not what I wanted to hear. Don’t you want me to touch you?” He leaned forward, lips touching the sensitive shell of you ear, “I know you’ve thought about me doing… things… to you before. I can read it on your pretty little face.”

“T-That was a long time ago. H-How are you so sure I still like you?”

A deep chuckle, “I know you still like me because you’ve been distracted since I walked in the door at your agency. Your thighs have been clenching on and off for hours and you can barely look me in the eyes. Do you need me to go on?” by the end of his explanation Deku’s lips were grazing yours. Half-lidded eyes stared at his mouth, focused on its movements.

With a sudden rush of courage, you pressed your trembling lips to his. Mouths moved together in sync. They molded together like two halves of a whole, sliding and caressing each other in a steamy dance. The tip of his tongue ran across the bottom of your lip as an invitation you gladly accepted. Your tongue gilded against his equally as eager one for a moment before you both broke away for air. A string of saliva connected your lips to his. He pressed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily into your space just as you were breathing in his.

“Bunny, you know I can’t let you leave here without giving you what you want. Legs up.”

You followed his demand, jumping to wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he pressed you against the wall. His strong hands grasped your upper thighs just under the swell of your ass. He let out a breathy groan as he squeezed your plush legs, obviously aroused by their softness and their strength. Doing a balancing act, he propped you up on the wall with one arm and his knee just long enough to flip your skirt up and move your panties to the side.

As his fingers grazed your hot core, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp. His touch was electrifying. It had been too long since someone had touched you like this and every brush and every touch causes your body to react, pussy clenching in anticipation. Your underwear were unbelievably wet considering how little Deku had actually touched you. Noticing this, a sweet smile spread across Deku’s face reaching all the way to his eyes causing them to crinkle at the corners. It was such a strange expression compared to the lust raging in his eyes. He looked pleased with your reaction and for some reason you felt happy that you could please him.

Suddenly you felt something large and hot rub against your lower lips. Looking down for a brief moment, your eyes widened from the sight. A thick and veiny cock slowly rocked along your glistening folds. When had he even gotten rid of his pants? He was much larger than you had originally assumed, but not comically massive the way most people would assume. The throbbing and prominent veins created a beautiful pathway to the tuft of green hair growing at the base and trailing upwards, disappearing under the top of his hero costume.

Deku chuckled, finding humor in the way you were staring at it and how you were analyzing every inch. His hips still rocked slowly against yours, gently nudging your clit. Just that small amount of friction caused your breath to hitch in your throat and before you knew it, you were already panting. His hand came up to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb traced gently across your bottom lip and your tongue darted out to capture it in your mouth. Deku hissed lightly through his teeth at the way you softly sucked and nibbled on his digit, your eyes half-lidded with ecstasy. Pressing his forehead against yours he spoke, slightly strained from having held back, “Are you ready, love? I can’t wait any longer. You’ll let me fuck you, right? Oh baby, I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Yore core clenched at his words, soundlessly nodding your head, releasing his thumb. “Please…” You sounded so desperate, so needy. This was a new feeling for you, arousal in its most primal form. All you knew was that you didn’t want him to stop no matter how exposed you both were and no matter how needy you sounded. In this moment, you’d let him do anything to you.

With your confirmation, he slowly began pushing his length into you. A groan left both of your lips at the same time. Inch after inch disappeared inside you and with every movement of his hips came a sound of pleasure from your lips. By the time his pelvis met yours, you were both covered in a thin layer of sweat. HIs from effort and restraint, yours from the heat of arousal.

“Fuuuck… You’re so tight, bunny. So tight for me… I have to move, love. You’re driving me mad…” His hips then withdrew from yours in a smooth and slow motion before pushing back into you a little faster than before.

“I-Izuku!” You called out, voice echoing through the empty warehouse.

“That’s right, moan my name, baby!”

He began to pick up speed, using your position against the wall to push you up and then drop you back down on his cock. He felt so big inside you, filling you up and making sure to hit all the right spots even ones you didn’t know existed. You felt you eyes begin to roll back as he kept pistoning in and out of you at a brutal pace. Hands quickly found the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling on the green strands. It was all too much for you to handle and you could already feel the knot inside you tightening. Moans after moans were spilling from your mouth, almost incoherent in your lust-filled daze.

Deku could feel you getting tighter as he pounded into your sopping cunt. Your juices coated his cock along with your thighs. He’d never had anyone so aroused by him and he loved every second of it. Sweat dripped off of his brow and ran down his neck before disappearing behind the collar of his shirt. Your arms slipped from his neck and gripped his shoulders hard, nails leaving red crescents on his pale skin even through the fabric of his costume. The knot in your abdomen tightened even more as he rested his head on your shoulder and moaned deeply into your neck. His lips sloppily placed kisses up and down the column of your throat, tongue flicking out to taste your skin. It wasn’t long before his kisses turned to nibbles which turned to bites hard enough to leave bruises. But you weren’t complaining, if anything it only made you more turned on. Your hands threaded through his hair once more as you could feel yourself getting closer. You knew he was getting there too due to how sloppy his thrusts were becoming. He quickly looked up at you.

“You better look me in the eyes when you cum, okay? I want to see just how I make you feel. Show me that pretty face, love.”

You made eye contact with him. It was deep and sensual and way too intimate for you to handle in your current state. You remember how you felt every time you caught his eyes on you in class or training. You remember how they made you feel so exposed to him, and now that you really were exposed, it was like he could see your every want and need and he was determined to be the one to fulfill them. After a few more thrusts of his hips you could feel yourself unraveling. Stars danced in the corners of your vision as you reached your climax, body jerking against his and cunt quivering. He could feel your walls squeezing him, milking his cock and begging for his seed. Just as you were beginning to come down from your high, Deku’s hips stuttered. His hot cum painted your walls as he cursed deeply, filling you to the brim and then some.

Both of you were breathing heavily, still connected and embracing as the euphoric sensation stopped buzzing through your veins. His eyes were still searching yours, glazed over with want. Slowly he slid his softening member from your core and sat you down on your feet. You felt sore but so satisfied. Your thighs quaked from having to support your own weight again and small rivulets of mixed juices ran from your pussy and coated your thighs. You were truly exhausted.

Deku got himself dressed and situated before helping you get everything straightened out. He pulled you to his chest, lips pressing into your forehead quickly before he spoke.

“Let’s get you home, bunny. My place isn’t far from here.”

* * * * * * *

As you left the next morning after a shower and homemade breakfast, along with a promise for a real date soon, you sent a text you Uraraka with a simple message: You were right.

#midoriya izuku #deku #deku x reader #deku smut #my hero academia #my hero academia smut #fanfic

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HANDCUFF HC PART 2

anonymous: Yes umm hi I was wondering if you could do the handcuff hc for kirishima todoroki and shinso if you don’t that’s fine but I really like your writing thank you

Im sorry anon I currently dont write for Shinsou...but Im thinking I may in the future! Anyways, I did Kirishima and Todo for ya, as requested :) (Also-these are kinda long...sorry not sorry?)

Hancuff HC Part 1 w/ Izuku and Bakugo

(RULES | MASTERLIST| | REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

Kirishima

For a while now, Kirishima had noticed you’d been kinda distant

You two had been officially dating for only a few weeks, but you had been friends for quite a while now and he pretty much knew you like the back of his hands

So when you weren’t smiling as much as you used to, weren’t being as happy, and seemed to be more quiet around him, he knew something was up

But everytime he would ask, you seemed to brush it off, as if it wasn't there

“Its okay Kiri, Im fine!” you’d reply, giving him that smile that use to be so much more bright

He really couldn’t figure it out- did he do something wrong? Did he make you mad? Did he say something? WHAT WAS IT?

Poor baby is kinda insecure so he’d instantly be so worried your breaking up with him or something

The day he finally decided he was going to do something was when he was talking to Momo, who was a good friend of yours, wondering if she heard anything from you about your feelings and why you’d been acting so distant

While he was listening to Momo and how she didnt hear about anything from you, he saw you from behind

He noticed that your face fell slightly when you saw him with her, and before he could even say “hi” or ask what was wrong, you instantly walked the other way

Poor Kiri STILL could not understand what was wrong- but he was going to….with the help of his buddies of course!

After class, Kirishima went to Kaminari and told him about his predicament

since Kaminari is always talking about how he knows women so well, he should know what to do, right?

WRONG

“...so I dont know what do man,” he sighed, “Got any ideas?”

Kaminari looked up thoughtfully, thinking about what Kirishima should do

He then snaps his fingers, a light bulb going off in his head

Kaminari grinned, proud of himself- “Dude, I got the perfect idea!”

ALSO WRONG

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Kirishima had asked you to come up to his room-no reason why, just to “hang out”

You smiled sadly at his text, climbing up the stairs to his dorm, thinking about his talk with Momo you had witnessed

You couldn't help it, but you were feeling insecure- Kirishima was such a wonderful and caring person, and even more so as a boyfriend! He was attractive, passionate, hardworking...he was so perfect you couldnt help but think that maybe...you werent as perfect for him as he was for you….

Was there somebody out there better for him? Was he maybe going to find them and leave you? Your heart twinged painfully at the idea, knowing full well you’d be destroyed when-if- that day came

You sighed, preparing yourself to push those feelings down and be happy- you knocked on the door, but, no answer

You stood there for a few moments, wondering what was going on- Kirishima always opened the door so enthusiastically, swinging it open even before your knuckles hit the wood of the frame

You knocked again, but still- no answer. After a few minutes, you got impatient, trying the door knob, which was, surprisingly, unlocked

You creaked the door open, peering into the dark room- it looked completely vacant

Your prayed that this wasn’t some stupid prank his friends were doing on you as you hesitantly walked into the darkness

Your heart fell into your stomach as the door suddenly closed, a cold hand grabbing your wrist

“Oh my god,” you thought frantically, “the villains are here.”

You couldn't even scream, you were so terrified, expecting your ultimate demise when-

“Geez, y/n why are you shaking so bad? You okay babe?” Kirishima asked, his voice full of concern as he turned on the lights

You looked around, adjusting your eyes as you stared at your boyfriend with complete disbelief that he’d do something so cruel to you

“What the hell-No I am not fine Kirishima! Why would you scare me that bad-”

you looked down frantically, your heart still pumping as if you had just sprinted a mile, remembering the cold hand touching your skin

“ what, what's around my wrist?”

“Oh-I-well-Im sorry-I didnt mean-” he was completely flustered, he didnt know what to do first

Does he tell you sorry and hug you, or just tell you straight out why he did that?

He also feels completely stupid- when Kaminari told him to catch you by surprise, Kirishima didn't mean to scare you in the process

At the time, getting you to his room and handcuffing you in the dark seemed perfectly right- now seeing your terrified face makes him feel like total crap.. He didnt really think that it'd scare you, but now thinking about it, of course it did!

Geez, he was the worst boyfriend ever, he thought to himself, wishing he could kick himself for thinking so dumbly

“If you were into this type of stuff, Kiri, you said, “ your face now completely flushed red, “all you had to do was tell me,”

You looked down, not able to look him in the eye

He looked at you confused, not understanding at first what you were implying- into what stuff?

He then realized what you meant...he lured you into his room, shut the door on you, and then handcuffed you- now his face was as red as his hair- oh my god, he really screwed up, now you think he’s some creepy wierdo! He literally wanted to crawl into a hole

“Oh my god- y/n- I swear that’s not what this was- Jesus Christ- uh-” he jumbled out, feeling stupider and stupider the more he talked

“Then what is this, exactly?”

“Uh-” he stuttered, his brain feeling fried- god why couldn't he just talk!

You looked at your boyfriend, concern written all over your features. “Kirishima?”

He sighed, looking down at your delicate wrist

“Baby, please dont be mad,” he asked, his voice now soft, “but I-I noticed lately you’ve been more down in the dumps. I’ve tried to talk to you about it and you brushed it off, but I just know something’s wrong with you, and I just want to make you happy, princess. I don't want to see you sad!”

“So…” he continued, his face a little less red, “I went and talked to Kaminari to see what I should do and he told me to do- this- so you’d have to talk to me…”

You looked at Kirishima’s obviously embarrassed face and couldn't help but giggle from how adorable he was. Yes, you did feel bad for worrying him so much, but it was pretty cute how hard he tried to make you feel better.

And you were also pretty confused- why Kaminari? The dude has gotten laid as much times as Mineta- so practically NONE-

you mentally told yourself to sit with Kirishima one day and explain Kaminari was NOT the way to go for girl advice

“Thank you, Eiji, for trying so hard,” you thanked sweetly, making him feel a little better, “and you know, your right, I have been feeling down lately…”

You told him everything, every insecurity and doubt you’d been having for the last few weeks

Being the good boyfriend he was, he listened calmly to each and every word, even though he desperately wanted to say how untrue all those thoughts were! He was dating you because he loved you, every perfectly imperfect part of you- if he didnt love you, he wouldn't be with you, plain and simple. But he was already so desperately falling for you he couldn't imagine himself without you...to be honest, he felt the same way sometimes

He instantly wrapped you in a bear hug, feeling terrible for not even knowing this all happening! But he was so happy you finally were able to come out and talk to him, even if it did take a little coaxing

“Oh my gosh y/n Im so sorry you were feeling like that!” he’d say, squeezing you close to him, “I love you so much, I’d never leave you-ever- and you are perfect for me, even if you don't think you are ...please dont ever forget that!”

“Okay Eiji, I wont, I promise!” you laughed, “But you're squishing me!”

He instinctively lets go, allowing you to breathe more properly, “Sorry babe!” He’d chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck

“Could, you...maybe-” you smiled, clanking the handcuffs on their wrists

“Oh geez, sorry!” he’d chuckle nervously, rummaging through his pockets for the key and unlocking it

“Thanks,” you’d smile, rubbing your wrists

Then a thought dawned on you as you were both walking out of his room

“Hey Kiri?” you asked

“Hm?”

“Where did you get the handcuffs?”

“Oh, from Kaminari! He said he just had them lying around, and that it’d be fine if I borrowed them!” he smiled as if it was the most innocent thing ever

“Wait….” you and Kirishima thought about this...Kaminari...handcuffs….

“Oh my god, ew!” you’d look down at your wrists as Kirishima realized...why maybe Kaminari had handcuffs…and his face turned beet red

“Im going to go wash my hands... with bleach!” you’d scream out, Kirishima following and trying hard not to laugh at your disgusted face

Todoroki

FInally, hero training class- the one class you actually looked forward to

And the one class where you could star at your crush, Todoroki without being seen

- you sat in the most perfect area-

You were in the back, where Todoroki sat a few rows above to your left, so you could stare at his complexion all class without a single person knowing

It was so hard not too- he was so damn pretty with that perfect red and white part in his hair, those mismatched eyes, his strong jawline-

“...any questions?” Midnight asked the class, everyone seeming to be excited for today’s lesson...except you. You looked completely confused as your trance on Todorki’s face was broken.

“Hey, y/n! You okay girlie?” Mina asked, a giddy smile on her face

“Yeah, totally!” you replied, shaking off the intense gaze you had on Todoroki. “What’d I miss?”

“Oh my gosh you didnt hear!” Mina squealed, “we’re going to do a partner training exercise- the teachers are going to handcuff us to another student, and we have to go through the simulated city with the training bots from the Entrance Exams! Cool, right?!”

“Uh, right!” you said apprehensively- you couldnt think of something more terrifying as a training exercise, but everyone else seemed pretty interested

You gave a glance at Todoroki, noticing his calm demeanor against the wave of hysteria going on in the classroom

“You think we’d be able to pick our own partners?” you asked

“Nah, I dont think that’ll happen, Midnight said the groups are already pre-picked based on abilities…” Mina said, “but if I get Bakugo, I will literally barf!”

You laughed, knowing full well Mina would hate that...she hung out with Bakugo, but she couldnt really stand him without Kirishima at his side to cool him down

You sighed, secretly wishing you didnt get Bakugo either as Midnight read off the names

“Deku….Froppy”

“Iida...Invisible Girl”

“MIna...Bakugo” (at which Mina yelled out “Goddammit!”, making the whole class laugh and Bakugo immediately going into rant)

Kirishima….Uraraka

Todoroki...y/n…..

Midnight kept on listing out names, not even noticing the total chaos she set off in you

Your eyes shot up, not believing your ears- you and Todoroki- were partners!?

Todoroki looked back at you, his face completely unreadable as your cheeks burst with color

Oh Jesus why did he have to be so pretty?

You gave him a small smile as your face turned red, and he raised his hand, acknowledging your kindness and then instantly turning around

You let out a sigh, feeling your body turn antsy- this training exercise was going to be the death of you

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You were now both in the “city”, Todoroki dangerously close to you as you both walked the streets apprehensively, searching for the towering bots that would be coming at any moment

You gave Todoroki a side glance, catching a glimpse of that handsome face

The whole time you guys had not even talked once, making your hopes get crushed slightly- its been 10 minutes! And its like he hasnt even acknowledged your presence...even though you're literally attached to him now

You sighed, trying to not let your self doubt get the best of you-

Todoroki was generally always quiet, this is him just at his finest right? You gave his face another glance, cant helping to admire the scar around his eye that just made your heart swoon

“Is everything alright y/n? You’ve been staring at me for quite some time now,” he asked so nonchalanty

You jumped in shock, feeling your face erupt in red

“I-uh-yeah,actually Im fine!” your voice went up like 10 octaves, making you cringe in disgust

Todoroki turned to you, noticing how red you had gotten

“Y/n?” he asked in that husky voice that made your heart stop beating, “are you alright? Your extremely flushed.” He placed the back of his hand on your forehead, making your face 10x redder

He knows you two are supposed to be in training, but if your not feeling well, he cant allow you to keep training! That would just be improper

He lets his hand sit there, those mismatched eyes boaring into yours as you bite your lower lip, not knowing what to do- it felt like you were just melting against his touch

“I’ve noticed everytime I see you your very flushed, y/n,” he asked, his voice full of concern, “are you sure you’re truly not sick?”

“Y-yes Todo I promise, Im not sick,” you smiled, your body going haywire- he’s noticed your blushes. God no why!

“Lets just focus on the training simulator,” you tried to change the subject in order to keep your face from getting any warmer, sadly pulling away from his touch

“I- Agreed,” he looked down at the ground, as if something he wanted to say was struggling to come out

You kept trucking forward throughout the city, trying to ignore Todoroki’s presence beside you...it was so intoxicating, God, if you could just look at him again-

“y/n!” Todoroki yelled- you were again in your thoughts, not even noticing the giant ROBOT RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

He instantly scooped you up in your arms, activating his ice quirk to allow him to slide away from the giant fist that slammed into the ground where you two stood

Your face instantly erupted in red again, feeling Shouto’s tone muscles through his hero suit as he worked to get you out of danger

He looked down at you, causing your face to become more red

“Y/n, please- I think your sick-”

“Im-Im not sick!” you yelled, exasperated at yourself for becoming such a wreck in front of him.

But really- how could he be this unaware to your feelings? It was a blessing and a curse to be honest

“You’re cheeks are extremely red, your stuttering, and your vision is clealry impaired- you didnt even see the enemy, y/n! Im going to signal to Midnight that we cant continue, you need to go to the nurses’s-”

“No Todo, we are not doing that!” you said slightly stern- hell you’d let this dumb crush make you and Shouto fail!

You both looked at the robot coming at you two- using your quirk, you slowed the robot some, and Todoroki freezed it with his quirk

“Quick- that’ll only hold it for a few minutes,” he replied quickly, you two going into a run

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pick up y/n? It’ll alleviate the pain-”

“Todoroki, for the last time, Im not sick!” you yelled between breathes, exasperated by his blindness to your feelings, “Im acting like this because I like you, okay! I like you alot Shouto.”

You continued running, not even able to look him in the eye- you were a wreck- you just confessed!!

Shouto didnt say anything, letting your words sink in

You- liked him? He couldnt believe it- he knew he was extremely quiet and reserved, especially around you...but he couldn't believe you would like him back. Every since you came to UA he thought you were exceptionally beautiful and absolutely the light of everyone’s life, including his. Your personality was endearing and your smile so gorgeous he couldn't stand it. He wasn’t well with crushes, or girls for that matter, so he just admired you from afar, but he wished he had the courage to talk to you more and just confess himself

“I-I think I might be ‘sick’ too,” he turned to you slightly, smiling, his cheeks slightly flushed red

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Everyone was crowded in the viewing room, watching the monitor’s on the screen, focusing on you and Shouto’s every move

Unknowing to you two, UA had planted mics in the training city you two were in, so everyone heard your confession

A gasp filled the room, the girls squealing in happiness and the boys very confused

Kaminari looked slightly depressed, because he thought you were pretty cute and now he couldn't flirt with you anymore, and Kirishima kept going on about how “manly” it was for you to confess so honestly

Uraraka was squealing onto Deku’s arm about how happy she was you finally said it (as Deku agreed as red as a tomato)

Mina just laughed hysterically

‘HE THOUGHT SHE WAS SICK!”

She never let you live that moment down….EVER

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kaistarus · 4 years

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Romeo & Juliet

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki & Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Notes: This is what happens when you have a Shakespeare final and you just... don’t want it. You and Bakugou are rehearsing for the second cultural festival. Enjoy:)

It was a beautiful autumn afternoon. The sun was casting its rays through warm leaves that billowed in the breeze, dancing down as many of your friends helped set up for this year’s cultural festival, now just days away. It was a perfect day to be outside, breathing in the fresh air and just appreciating being alive.

Which was exactly why the world had you inside an auditorium with Katsuki Bakugou.

“You’re the one who agreed to be Romeo,” You stood across from him, script rolled tight in one hand while the other was placed on a popped hip. “If you can’t handle it then let Todoroki or Kirishima do it.”

“I didn’t fucking know it was filled with this romantic shit,” he growled, twisting his own script, small crackles threatening to light it ablaze. You knew he was lying. Your curriculum covered Shakespeare last year and you vividly remember him complaining about the ‘romantic shit’. “Besides, I’m the best fucking actor in the class as if either of those morons could do this shit.”

You rolled your eyes. Just weeks ago, when the class had first decided to perform a play, Bakugou had no interest in helping with the production. It wasn’t until you and Todoroki were both head candidates for the lead roles that he started having an issue. Just when you thought you understand his will to be the best he went and tried to participate in plays for attention.

“I have a feeling they’d be fine,” you mumbled, placing your script against your forehead, taking a calming breath. It didn’t help that you’d been at this for nearly an hour now. Every other classmate got was working together, but Bakugou couldn’t work in large groups—too distracted from Kaminari and Kirishima’s teasing. “Well, let’s start over. Again.”

You really didn’t understand him. It was true that, like most things he did, he excelled at acting. He would be doing flawlessly, getting through the entire first part of the play with Kirishima and Kaminari, even able to remain in character during his acts with Midoriya. However, every time they got to the romance scene he broke down; right when you thought he’d be able to make it through; his face would scrunch up and he’d start swearing. If it was this hard for him to act like he liked you, you wished he would’ve just let someone else take the role.

You waited for Bakugou to get into character. Eventually the angry boys face relaxed and he looked at you with determined crimson eyes that never failed to make your heart flutter.

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand. This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand, to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” He brought a gentle hand up to cradle your cheek, brushing his thumb along with it with measured delicacy. His eyes trailed down your face, landing on your pink-stained lips and with bated breath, you willed your heart’s beating to slow.

“Good pilgrim,” you began, your small hand covering his large calloused one pressed against your cheek and bringing his attention back to your eyes. “You do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this, For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, And palm is holy palmers’ kiss.”

You pulled away from Bakugou, bringing your hands to your chest with a pained expression. You tried to walk away, but Bakugou lightly grabbed your elbow and turned you back around. He held both your hands gently and close to his chest, pressing your foreheads together, ashy-blonde hair mixing with your own.

“Have not saint’s lips, and holy palmers too?” Through hooded red eyes he gazed down at you, a piercing look so intense it took your breath away.

“Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.”

His eyes were focused on your lips, filled with such desire that part of you, a part that you desperately wanted to keep locked away, hoped it was more than an act. A hand, strong and calloused from years of explosions, slid back to your cheek as he spoke well-rehearsed lines.

“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.”

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.” You gazed at him through thick lashes, midnight-blue flickered between his intense crimson gaze and his lips, though chapped, they never looked more inviting.

“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.”

Bakugou leaned in and carefully, he pressed his lips against yours. Though your heart took off, you couldn’t deny you were a little disappointed; you had always imagined a kiss from him would hold more passion given his temper. It was short, soft, and everything the play needed, yet lacking everything you didn’t know you wanted. When he pulled away seconds after, your cheeks were tinted pink.

“Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.” Bakugou said, breathlessly above a whisper. His eyebrows were knit, eyes flickering across your face for reasons you couldn’t fathom.

“Then have my lips the sin that they have took.” You turned your head away from him, both from necessity and to remain in character. His fiery orbs, always filled with passion that you found inspiring, were becoming too much when his focus was solely on you. Unfortunately, Bakugou turned your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Sin from thy lips?” He said, hurt, suddenly capable of remaining in character. You were ashamed that after all your complaining, you were the one having difficulties. “O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.”

Your eyes widened when Bakugou pulled you towards him for another kiss because this time, it wasn’t cautious, or careful, but instead, he felt desperate. The hand on your cheek slid to cradle your neck, tilting your head and giving him better access to your mouth. You felt your face warm as you wrapped your arms around his neck, temporarily forgetting the intention behind your kiss. Had Romeo & Juliet’s kiss been this passionate? You didn’t know if that detail was in their scripts.

When a tongue ran along your bottom lip and an arm wrapped around the small of your back, tugging you flush against him, you had your answer: no. The scene was definitely not supposed to get this heated. So, when you opened your mouth, giving the explosive blonde permission to explore, you weren’t sure what that meant; or, frankly, if you cared. All you knew was that your heart was soaring, your legs felt like jelly, and he was a phenomenal kisser.

Actors were allowed creative liberty… right?

After several moments of clashing tongues, embarrassing noises and probably too rough tugs on ashy blonde hair, you pulled away from the boy’s grasp. If you allowed this to go on any longer, you were unsure if you’d ever stop, especially since Bakugou was starting to get cocky, kissing places elsewhere than your mouth, creating a whole new sensation that you didn’t want to explore right then.

You were taking deep breaths, trying to collect yourself. Then, you looked into Bakugou’s eyes, now dark and filled with desire, making you turn a deep red that rivaled his deep eyes.

“Thou kiss by th’book.” You said between breaths, smirking. Bakugou looked at you confused, blinking several times.

“W-What?” He said, scrunching his eyebrows. His eyes flashing down to your now red lips. His mouth quipped a quick smirk before he started to lean in again and your heart picked up speed.

“Hey! Are you guys ready?” Kirishima’s voice rang loud through the auditorium.

You quickly turned your head and shoved Bakugou away at the sound of Kirishima’s voice. He stumbled back, glaring. As if nothing had happened you, as casually as possible, hopped off the stage and jogged towards the red-haired boy.

“Uh-Yeah, we uh… just finished our scenes, so we’re ready to practice with everyone!” You clasped your hands together behind your back, an awkward grin plastered on your face. Kirishima smiled, nodding enthusiastically. He was dressed in theatre clothes, and you realized you and Bakugou must have been practicing longer than would be necessary. Your face warmed.

“That’s good. Yaomomo was getting antsy you guys weren’t getting the part down,” he looked passed your shoulder where Bakugou was staring intently at a spot near his shoe. “You good, bro?”

Bakugou grunted, stretching an arm above his head and staring lazily at the ceiling.

“Alright, hurry up. Otherwise, Momo will have my head,” he started to leave, but then back stepped. “Oh, and fix your hair or everyone will know you were making out.” He added, snickering before he left the auditorium.

Your hands flew to your head, you felt the strands that were once in place flipped and tangled. “We-We weren’t-” You started lamely but gave up since Kirishima was long gone.

Bakugou snorted behind you, climbing off the stage and shoving his hands deep in his pockets. He walked towards you with his usual, I-don’t-give-a-fuck gate paired with a cocky smirk; you felt your blood start to boil.

“This is your fault.” You accused, placing your hands on your hips, glaring him down as he advanced towards you. He raised an eyebrow, stopping when your chests were mere inches apart. He leaned closer, but you held your ground.

“I didn’t hear you complaining a few minutes ago.” He smirked. “In fact, you sounded like you were rather enjoying yourself.”

“Well,” you said, leaning forward till you felt his breath warm against your lips. “Guess you aren’t the best actor in the class after all.”

You leaned back, winking before skipping out of the auditorium. He growled, exploding his crumpled script, letting the ashes fall before stomping your figure.

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