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Flirting? Touching? Maybe Both?

Izuku x blk fem!reader

warnings: NSFW!!! oral sex (m), handjob, cum eating, cum swapping, sub!Izuku

a/n - this is my very first smut so please don't expect no out-of-this-world type of smut. This is just a concept some of my moots gave me and I wrote what I could. I had them read it and they said I should post so I did. Enjoy! (excuse any errors)

w.c - 2.4k

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Izuku was a very shy and awkward boy back in high school when it came to girls. Would freeze up when a girl talked to him and turn into a literal strawberry when even touched by a girl. That went on for his first year in high school. He thought he would remain that shy awkward boy the rest of his time in grade school, but he was wrong, fortunately.

In the middle of his second year, he started to get more acquainted with the girls around him. He felt more comfortable talking with them and wouldn't blush all crazy when they gave him a simple touch like a handshake. By his third and final year of high school, he began to get admirers. Izuku had gone through a growth spurt the summer before his third year began and the attention he received from his female counterparts surprised him.

Since he was more confident in his words and looks, he would take the compliments, small gifts, and even date offers. But since none of the girls felt right to him, he would let them off easy. Some would understand and offer to be friends while others would be offended and tell him how much he's missing out on. Because of this Izuku has never done anything remotely sexual with a girl besides kissing.

Girls have tried to get him to go to second base, but Izuku just pushed them away and said,

"You’re a really nice girl, but I just don't want to do that with you."

He kept this streak going until he met you late in his third year. You both had first met in your AP Psychology class. You were a new transfer student from the states and couldn't find a seat in the overly filled class so he quickly offered the seat next to him. Unknown to you the seat belonged to another girl but Izuku got annoyed with her persistent flirting and took this as a chance. And he was so glad he did.

In your first couple of encounters with Izuku, you only showed him the surface of your personality. Easy-going, funny, witty. Just an overall kind girl that he had to keep around. And that he did. Now in your first year of college, he began to call you his best friend since he kept you on a pedestal as high as Bakugo's. Since your friendship progressed so quickly you began to show him more sides of you. That's when he started to notice how flirty you had become with everyone, even him. You were always close to him, very touchy, and made slick sexual innuendos. Everyone always said you were a very flirty person, noticing it early on, but Izuku picked up late on it. Not too long in, he got used to it, the comments still made him blush though.

Although, the more he received your comments, the more he wondered if you would actually act upon them. He often wondered how far you would go, specifically with him. You were a very attractive woman so the thought of doing anything sexual with you did not put him off. It actually turned him on more than anything.

Right now, you both were in his apartment, trying to cook a Japanese recipe that you found in a cookbook.

“Hey, Izzy? Say this for me,” you held up the phone to his face so he could see the highlighted Japanese word.

“Ummm tsukune” he said with wide innocent eyes. You looked back at him, but this time you were biting your bottom lip. You then smirked and leaned closer to your green-haired friend.

“Your voice sounds so nice and smooth, Izzy. Say it again for me baby.” Izuku blushed violently, making you laugh. “You’re so fun to mess with, oh my god.”

Izuku laughed along with you. If Izuku didn't know you any better, he would think that you liked him. Which would help him ease the small crush that he has on you. But it was just a small crush so he wasn't too worried about it. He's more worried about his sexual attraction towards you. The flirting is harmless, but actually trying to take the next step was something that he didn’t know how to do.

“I flirt with you so much, I figured you'd be used to it by now. You still blush like a little middle schooler though,” you grinned putting the chicken meatballs in the oven.

Izuku gave you a wobbly smile while scratching the back of his neck, “You’re the only one that doesn't make it creepy. When other girls do it, it feels just wrong.”

“Oh! So you saying I'm a top-tier flirter?” you quipped, leaning against the counter. Hearing your amused tone made him roll his eyes.

“Yes, Y/N, you're such a ‘top tier flirter’.” Izuku drawled, throwing up air quotes, “But seriously though, when you do it I'm not uncomfortable with it.”

You hummed, nodding your head, and stepped around the counter to get closer to Izuku, “So…..do you like it?”

“Huh?” Izuku faltered, with wide eyes.

“Do you like it when I flirt with you, sweetheart?” you purred, leaning more into his space. He could smell the cocoa butter that you spread on your brown skin earlier from how close you were to him.

He didn't know what to do but sputter like an idiot. Usually, when girls push up on him like this he rejects them quickly, but this was you. He couldn't reject you. He wanted this but he didn't know how to go to the next step and the last thing he wants to do is embarrass himself more than he already has. Maybe I should’ve messed around with more girls so I wouldn’t be sputtering like an idiot, he thought to himself. Luckily, his sputtering had ceased when the timer on your phone went off. Saved by the bell, he thought to himself. You backed away with a small smirk and pulled out the tsukune.

“Come help me plate these please, Izzy,” you requested innocently as if you didn't just almost put him into cardiac arrest.

Izuku pulled himself out of a daze and proceeded to help you. After plating the food you both sat down and ate while watching Cadillac Records. Well, while you watched the movie because Izuku was too busy thinking about the kitchen encounter. Was that just playful flirting? Sometimes you would lean close but never to that extent. Plus your voice sounded different. It wasn't flirty, no, it was more seductive and serious. The tone had his blood pumping straight to his cock just thinking about it. Would you use that tone with him if you were to touch him? He doesn't even think he could handle your touch, especially on his cock. Your hands were as soft as silk and the thought of them wrapped around him, pumping him up and down-

“Izzy, you okay? You're breathing kind of shaky over there. And you're all red, too,” you reach to touch his cheek and he swears he almost moans, but instead he shivers.

“I-I’m fine, Y/N. Just a little hot, that’s all.” he trembled. You proceeded to caress his red cheek before giving him a smug smirk.

“I don't see how. The AC is on-” he finally looked up at you, and the smirk on your face never faltered-“You never answered my question earlier, Izzy.”

For a split second, he forgot what question you were talking about, but his memory was quickly regained when he looked down and thought of your flirting.

“Do I like it when you flirt with me?” you nodded, turning his face so he could look at you, “Y-yes.”

Your hand then moved from his cheek to running down his chest slowly.

“Is that all you like that I do to you?” you whispered.

Izuku couldn't believe that you were doing this. He didn't even think that you liked him sexually. Always thought flirting was playful when it came to you.

“I umm, I like when you touch m-me.” he murmured while his heart raced and his nails dug into his thighs. He felt like he was about to lose it. He hasn’t stuttered this much since his first year. You then leaned in so close that just a centimeter closer, your lips would touch.

“Do you want me to touch you more, baby? Will you let me touch your cock?” you purred, kissing the corner of his lip.

Izuku whined as he let out a weak “fuck” from his lips. By the time you were done speaking, your hand was inches away from his cock and he was dying for you to touch him. He would start begging at this point, but he wanted to let you know about his lack of experience. So with the last bit of sanity, he has left, he grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. Looking up at you and he saw a concerned look on your face, hoping you didn't truly make him uncomfortable.

“I want to, it’s just that I never got touched like that before.” your eyes widened in shock before they softened up.

“Are you really okay with me doing this for you, Izuku?” he nodded slowly but surely, letting go of your wrist.

“Please, Y/N.” The sound of his desperate plea made you want to devour him.

Adjusting yourself to sit on your legs, with your other hand you gripped his chin and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Pecks turned into kissing and soon enough you slipped your tongue into his mouth making him whimper. As your tongues played together, your hand slipped into his sweats, wrapping around his cock. He pulled away in surprise, moaning out loudly. Giving him a few quick pumps, his eyes focus on you pulling his sweats down to his thighs and his cock springing out. Precum spilled at the tip and just seeing the size of him made your mouth water.

“Fuck, Y/N, please” he begged.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.” you breathed, placing soft kisses on his neck. Index finger slowly dragging on the underside of his dick, his body shuddered causing his head to fall back to rest on the couch.

“P-please touch my cock” he mewled.

Deciding to not tease him anymore, you held your hand to his face, “Spit on my hand, baby.”

He did as told so you proceeded to uphold his request. You pumped his cock slowly at first, making his tense body relax into the couch. Mixing his saliva and his precum, your movements got faster and more smooth. All the while you were sucking and biting on his neck, breathy moans escaped his lips.

“F-fuck fuuuck, oh god” he closed his eyes tightly trying not to cum too quickly.

Your thumb swiped over his slit causing him to gasp sharply. Pulling away from his neck you take notice of his reactions, making a promise to yourself that you'll see this face more often. Seeing him so relaxed and feeling good made you uncomfortably wet. You just wanted to ride him until you both were overstimulated and crying. But right now you just wanted him in your mouth. You leaned down and slowly dragged your tongue over the tip of his cock while still gripping him firmly.

“Oh shit! Shi- nnngh, please, please” his voice trembled, feeling your tongue swipe over him almost made him cum so he gave a death grip to your thigh to stop himself.

You continued to roll your tongue all over his slit and tip, moaning at the taste of him. Suddenly, you lift up slightly, still close to his sensitive dick. He whined in protest, wondering why you stopped.

“You want me to suck your cock, Izzy?” you breathed over his sensitive tip. He moaned out a yes, but you wanted him to request nicely. Moving to the floor, you placed yourself in front of him and spread his legs open.

“Yes, what?” you dragged your tongue on the underside of his cock. Tears puddled at the corners of his eyes as small whimpers escaped his mouth.

“Yes, m-mommy”, your eyes widened slightly, but a smirk followed.

“Wasn’t expecting that, but I ain't complaining. Keep your eyes on me, okay?” he nodded shakily.

Izuku choked up, feeling your mouth finally wrap and suck hard on his red tip. The sudden action caused his hips to jerk slightly and a deep groan left his throat. You hum around him, pleased with his reaction. You take him deeper in your mouth, practically swallowing around his cock, making a series of whines and pleas leave his drooling mouth.

“Sh-shit, your mouth feels so good.”

“Nnnngh, fuuuck, please. W-wanna cum…”

“M-ommy can I cu- fuck!”

You pulled off of the overwhelmed boy, opting for massaging his aching cock.

“ I never said you couldn't cum, you just wanted to be a good boy for me, huh?” he nodded with tears running down his red face, “For that you can come in my mouth.”

He groaned out loudly from you saying that. His hips bucked when you suckled hard on his sensitive tip while also pumping his cock. His breathing became more erratic the harder you sucked and the faster you pumped.

“Mommy, nnnngh fuck! I’m c-cumming, I’m cummin-”

His body shook as he finally released in your mouth in spurts. He came a lot so you swallowed around his cock to gather as much as you could. You looked up to see a fucked out Izuku with his eyes closed tongue lolling out of his mouth. Smacking him softly his eyes opened and he whined because you were still giving his soft cock lazy pumps. You gripped his chin and slotted your mouth with his, kissing him with a mouthful of cum. You can tell he wasn't expecting it, but he moaned and went along with it when you swapped the cum into his mouth. The kiss was messy and sloppy but you both didn't care, too lost in the high. He started to whimper and paw at your hand that was still on his cock. You removed your hand as you both swallowed his obscene amount of cum, and caught your breaths. With your foreheads resting against each other’s, you both sat in a comfortable, messy silence. You decided to break it.

“So,” you sighed, “Mommy, huh?”

“Oh god.” He whined shamefully, burying his head in your chest as you laughed.

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You Have A Girlfriend?

bakugou x blk fem! reader; warnings - none

Girl Who Likes Trolling + Blonde Hero Halfway Across the World = Relationship? (PREQUEL)

w.c - 2.9k

The Bakusquad would never see the day that Bakugo lied. He was a very truthful and blunt person since high school so they are shocked to witness him lying right in their faces at this very moment at their big ages.

"Dude, you do not have a girlfriend."

"Yea, man. Ever since Midoriya announced that he FINALLY asked Uraraka out, you've been on this weird rampage saying you got a girlfriend before him."

"You don't have to beat Midobro at everything, Bakubro."

Bakugou was infuriated at their reactions. Why would he lie? Sure, it was horrible timing, but he was for sure telling the truth. He has been dating you for about a year now.

"Okay wait guys. Say Bakugou is telling the truth. Why have we never met her?"

Bakugou huffed at Mina and the rest of the guys, "She lives in the fucking states. We have been talking online."

"So, not only have we never met her, you never met her either."

"I FUCKING HAVE!"

You and Katsuki have been talking online since you guys first met. Facetiming, texting, talking over the phone, the whole nine. You both have been pushing off the idea of meeting each other face to face because for one, you're scared to go out of the country since you have been living in the states your entire life. Just travel jitters. Now Katsuki on the other hand is worried about his friends and family. They like to tease him and he is kind of embarrassed of them because of their cringe-worthy activities and the teasing that both of you would endure. He loves his friends dearly (would never admit that to their faces) but their reactions were so dramatic. But he does feel like the year has been dragged on and he really wants to feel your presence.

"Bro, pictures and phone calls is not meeting them. You could be getting catfished by a 50-year-old white man that likes talking to 22-year-old blonde heroes." Denki laughed out. The others joined in and Bakugou just got even more irritated.

"Shut the hell up, dunce face.", he grumbled, aggressively picking at his food.

"Okay, can we see a picture of this 'girlfriend'?", Sero drawled out doing air quotes when he said, girlfriend.

You didn't have a tendency to send Bakugou pictures, you guys facetimed plenty, and you were kind of camera shy. The Facetime pictures he has taken of you were very personal so he didn't want to expose you like that. Plus you were very lazy with constant social media posting, so your personal Instagram had a total of two pictures, one of them being your cat, Killua.

"She doesn't post often and she's camera shy.", Bakugo huffed out knowing that this was not gonna end well.

"Yeeeaaaa, this is not going in your favor buddy.", Denki sighed

"Bakugou this ongoing competition with Izuku is going too far, bro. Let's just stick to you trying to beat him at becoming the number one hero, nothing else, kay?", Sero said patting Bakugou on the back. He growled at the three laughing and running off, while Kirishima stayed behind to talk to him.

"You're telling the truth aren't you?"

"Duh, Shitty Hair. I don't have to lie about having a fucking girlfriend. I'm a good fucking catch goddammit."

Kirishima laughed at his best friend before patting him on the back as well.

"Yes, you are, bro. So," Kirishima bumped shoulders with a now grumpy Bakugou as they walked out the cafe, "when are we all gonna meet your special girl?"

Bakugou wouldn't admit this to everyone else but he was actually nervous to fly you out to Japan. His friends were overdramatic as fuck when it comes to him and his mom and dad, well they got a brief introduction of you when his mom busted into his apartment unannounced when he was on Facetime with you. He immediately hung up after his mom asked how the hell you were able to tolerate how much of a dickhead he is. So Bakugou just gave him the best answer he could think of at the moment.

"I don't know."

-

"Kat?"

"Hmm?"

"How do you feel about meeting me?", you ask in a nervous voice while looking at him through the illuminated phone screen. It was daytime in Japan and he seemed to be walking up the steps to his apartment. You sat in your darkroom, snorting a bit when he grumbled as a reaction to your question. He made his way into his apartment and immediately propped his phone against a box of cereal.

"Meet? We been meeting for a year now", he grumbled taking off his jacket.

"You know what I meant, stupid", you huffed, "How do you feel about me coming to Japan?"

Katsuki ran a hand down his face, sighing. It honestly made you nervous. Was he ashamed? Were his friends racist? Did his family not approve of him dating because of his hero status? Katsuki noticed the drop in your face and was quick to reassure you.

"Hey, hey, don't look so down. I'm not ashamed of you. Hell, why would I be, you're fucking gorgeous. I'm a lucky son of bitch. I'm kind of glad you brought it up because those fucking idiots-

"Your friends, Kat.", you laughed

"Shut up. They have a tendency to have overdramatic ass reactions to stuff they have never seen me do. Right now, they think I'm lying about you being my girlfriend. Besides Shitty Hair."

Now you're confused. Why would they think Bakugo would be lying about something like that?

"Why do they think you're lying?"

Bakugou huffed and sat down on the island and proceeded to tell you the whole situation. By the end, you had been laughing and shaking your head at the nonsense. I mean, hearing it from the outside, you could say that Bakugou mentioning you was very terrible timing. Of course, they would think he was lying. He decided to drop the bomb right after his rival/childhood best friend announced they finally got the girl they had been pining after since high school.

"Babe, your timing was fucking terrible, imma tell you that now.", you finally got out after your laughing fit.

"Shut the hell up. What made you ask in the first place?" Bakugou moved you both to his room.

"No reason. I MIGHT be coming to Japan for a photoshoot in the next couple of months. It's not a for sure thing though.", Bakugou rolled his eyes, mood kind of dimming since you said it wasn't a for sure thing. You were always busy since you were a uni student and also a well-known photographer.

Now you weren't lying about the photoshoot in Japan. But you did lie about the traveling in a couple of months. You had actually bought a ticket to Japan to stay out there for about two weeks. You just wanted to surprise Bakugou is all.

"KiKi."

"No. Hell no. Eeeww. Don't call me that shit."

You ignored his statement because the blush on his cheeks says otherwise.

"I love you, KiKi"

"......Watashi mo itoshite iru yo." I love you, too

-

Even though you bought the ticket, you have no idea whatsoever what building, dorm, even the damn city he was in. What you did have was his Instagram and Bakugou only followed 2 people. You and Kirishima, his best friend. Now you knew it was a risk that Kirishima would not believe you and would probably think you were a weirdo trying to get clout but you really wanted to surprise your boyfriend. So you messaged Kirishima and provided some receipts of your identity.

"Hey, you don't know me, but I'm Katsuki's girlfriend and I'm surprising him next week by flying out there and I was wondering if you could help me. And here is some evidence if you are having doubts that I am his girlfriend-"

You insert a very innocent 30-second clip recorded from your phone of you and Bakugou on Facetime that occurred on your Macbook. He was teaching you every cuss word in Japanese and laughing every time you flicked him off because you pronounced it wrong.

"Please message me back as soon as you can. I really want to plan this out perfectly and since you are one of his best friends, I figured you would be the best person to ask for help."

Not even 2 minutes pass and a ping from your phone echoes through the room. You go to check it and you see Kirishima liked the video and responded back.

"Anything to help Bakugou's, special lady. What day do you touch down?"

Your plan is fully in action.

-

The whole week had been hectic for you and your boyfriend. You, worrying about getting assignments and photoshoots, making sure everything was in plan with Kirishima, and getting your bags and things together, before your vacation to Japan. Bakugo, unlucky on his part but very lucky on your part, has been stacked with work from his university and his internships. Even with both of you being busy, you still texted each other good morning and goodnight texts along with check-ins to make sure each of you wasn't overworking yourselves.

Soon enough the end of the week came and you were on your 12-hour flight from the states to Japan. You just hoped Kirishima kept Bakugo occupied enough that he wouldn't question why you haven't responded to any of his texts for the next 12 hours.

-

"You lot are fucking losers.", Bakugou groaned out.

It was 5pm in Japan right now and the whole squad is out bowling. Since everyone finished their work the squad decided to go out and have a bit of fun. Well besides Bakugou. He was irritated by the fact that you haven't texted him back in hours. He was getting kind of worried because, throughout the whole year of you guys dating, you've never done this. Kirishima was acting weird too. Every time he got a phone call he would leave out of every room that they were in and if his phone went off and it was close to Bakugou he would quickly snatch it out of his line of view. Even right now Kirishima was checking his phone every damn minute.

"Awww Bakugou come on, stop being such a Debbie Downer. Did your "girlfriend" forget to stroke your ego today?", Sero pouted.

"Shut the fuck up, Tape Face. Get out the way, so I could beat your asses in this round."

Everyone laughed at the small bickering. While Bakugou was distracted because of his turn Kirishima felt the vibration of his phone and saw that you texted him.

I'm getting off the plane, you can come now

Kirishima was up in an instant and quickly gathered the rest of his friends in a huddle.

"Guys, keep Bakubro occupied for the next like...hour and a half.", Mina looked at the red-haired boy in confusion.

"Huh? Why? What's going on?", She questioned while peeking over his shoulder to see Bakugo preoccupied with the bowling ball.

"It's a secret. Just keep him occupied and bring him back to his apartment. You guys come up too. I'll text you when everything is ready. Okay? Alright, bye. ", Kirishima rushed out what he said and ran out the bowling alley in a hurry.

The three friends were left in utter confusion but decided to follow through with his plan.

"He's probably pulling a prank on him.", Mina suggested.

"Come on now. Kirishima pulling a prank on Bakugo is like me dropping all my hoes.", Denki said popping his invisible collar.

"Dude, that analogy would be true if you actually had hoes to drop.", Sero sighed.

"... what's an analogy."

-

Keeping Bakugou occupied for 2 hours was like trying to stop a bull from going crazy after seeing the color red. He was so grumpy and he wanted to strangle Kirishima because he had HIS car. The three stooges decided to drag Bakugou to a Karaoke Night and boy did he want his hearing to deteriorate faster. After Denki's terrible cover of Over by Lucky Daye, Bakugou was ready to go home and sleep.

"Are you fuckers done yet? I'm ready to go.", He gritted out of his teeth. The three got nervous and really couldn't think of a way to keep him occupied.

"Awwww Bakugou you can't stay for on-"

"FUCK NO! Either take me home or I'm calling a fucking Uber."

The three were about to stand their ground, but Mina's attention went to her phone.

Sharkboy: Okay bring him now, I know he has one nerve left with you guys lmao

Mina let out a breath of relief, "Alright Bakuboy, let's take your grumpy ass ho-"

He was the first one out the door and sat in the car.

"God I really do hope Kiri isn't pulling a prank on him."

Denki shook his head in distraught, "Yea, we're all gonna die."

-

Kirishima and you had a blast for the 2 hours that you spent together. He was happy to finally meet his best friend's girlfriend and help her plan her grand entrance to Japan. From the whole week of speaking and getting to know you, he can say that you really are a good person and a good partner for his friend. He'll have to remember to ask you if you have a sister that you can hook him up with.

"Kiri, thank you so much, boo. I need more friends like you cause them bitches back in that states would not help me with no shit like this.", you said propping up the flowers and straightening out the plates of Dakdoritang (Korean spicy chicken stew). Of course, you know Bakugou isn't Korean, but this dish was very spicy so you feel he might like it.

You were so nervous that you didn't realize your hands were shaking until Kirishima grabbed them.

"Calm down. You set everything up nice. Bakubro is gonna love it and-"

"YOU SONS OF BITCHES ARE NOT COMING IN MY PLACE. GO HOME!"

"And you need to hide. Hurry go behind the door.", Kirishima said while pushing you to the small corner where the door was.

Kirishima attempted to pull off a natural stance but ended up looking very awkward and suspicious leaning on the counter when his friends barged in with an infuriated Bakugou.

"Dude we just wanna stay for like an hour. You have all the good movies.", Denki said with a nervous smile.

"Plus what is that delicious smell? I need a plate of that." Mina sniffed around getting closer to the kitchen.

"You little shits have 2 seconds to get out of my apartment or I swear my hero license is going to get revoked."

You peeked from behind the door watching your explosive boyfriend interact with his friends. It was really endearing in an aggressive type of way. Bakugou finally noticed all the arrangements on his counter and glared at Kirishima.

"I know I gave you a damn key but that doesn't mean you can come in here and cook all my shit. Matter of fact, why does it look like you're trying to fucking court me or some shit?", He growled at the red-haired man.

"Well, I would hope he isn't trying to court you. You know you mine, Kats."

Bakugou froze at the sound of the smooth voice. It couldn't be you. You weren't supposed to come for possibly another couple of months. His hands were shaking and his focus was the orange-colored dyed chocolate-covered strawberries. He never thought he would hear your voice so clear and so close to him this soon. It almost makes him wanna cry.

"Kats", you slowly walk over to him and grab his shaking hand. You let out a deep sigh, satisfied to feel his warm hands for the first time, "Can you turn around so I can see my pretty boyfriend?"

He huffed, "Don't call me pretty in front of all these losers."

He turned around slowly and looked down at you.

He thought you were pretty on screen, but looking at you know, he sees the most ethereal being to ever grace his red eyes. The way your dark skin contrasted with his tan skin, the way your curls were decorated in a high bun, and your edges rested perfectly swooped on your hairline, the way your eyes practically shined up at him, the way your plumps lips were upturned into a smile. It was like he fell in love all over again. He pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. You tightly hugged him back, taking in his caramel scent.

Kirishima looked like a proud father while Sero, Mina, and Denki were stuck in a state of shock. They all looked at each other and then looked back at the couple.

"Well I'll be damned...", Sero mumbled.

Kirishima laughed and pushed the three stumbling fools out the door, "Come let's leave these lovebirds alone."

"B-But I have q-questio-"

"Not now you don't."

The door shut behind them while you and Bakugou remained holding each other. Then you felt your shoulder getting wet.

"Kat? Baby, are you crying?", You pulled away just a bit so you could see his red face. You wiped the tears off his face while he just stared at you. You smiled and cupped his face.

"You're staring hard as hell, pretty boy."

"Can't help myself. You're a fucking angel", he smirked at you looping his hand around your throat, "You're my angel."

He leaned down closer to your lips and just before they met you pulled back.

"You're a fucking cornball, bro. Calling me an angel and shit.", You said with a playful stank face.

He yanked you back closer and rested his forehead against yours.

"Shut the fuck up.", He whispered with a smirk before connecting his lips with yours.

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You Don’t See What I See

izuku x blk fem!reader

w.c - 2.7k

warnings - strong language

based off of this request I received.

•••••

“What is your problem?” you questioned your husband standing in front of him.

“Get out of my way, Y/N,” you stood your ground and blocked the doorway. The freckled-faced man rolled his eyes and roughly shoulder-bumped you to get in the room, “Izuku what the fuck is going on? What did I do?”

“You always let your friends push up on you like that?” He snapped, roughly taking off his button-down leaving him shirtless and wearing only his slacks.

You were utterly confused about what he was referring to. You both were around all your friends tonight at the gala. It was a lot of hugging and catching up, but you didn't see where anything went wrong. Then you remembered Shindo, your friend that used to have a crush on you but ended up getting married and losing those feelings.

“ Are you talking about Shindo? The very married Yo Shindo? He was not pushing up on me." you scoffed.

“Yes, he was. Married or not, he was flirting with you." He said matter of factly.

“Oooh, I see-” you smiled while wrapping your arms around his strong torso, “-you're jealous, love."

The reaction you received was not what you expected. Shaking his head in a disappointed manner, he removed your arms from around him making his way inside the closet while you sat on the bed.

“Y/N, I'm not joking around. This is not one of those jealousy games. I'm really pissed off. What makes me even more pissed off is that you’re acting like you don't notice."

You can tell by his cold voice and how he's roughly handling his nightclothes that he's really mad at you. Izuku doesn't get mad at you often, dare you to say, never. Always very patient and willing to communicate whereas you were more hard-headed and stubborn. How you guys barely had arguments, you'll never know. But tonight was different. Your husband was dead set on this topic and his patience was running thin.

He watched the way Shindo was flirting with you, sneaking small touches, and throwing slick innuendos. And you took them like it was just a regular day. It pissed him off but it also hurt him deeply and had him thinking that you were doing more things with him. Because let’s face it, being married has never stopped anyone from stepping out on their partner before. Izuku trusted you with his life, but after seeing what happened tonight, he was starting to have his inkling of doubts when it came to your actions. At first, he was scared to even ask you, but your reaction to his feelings infuriated him.

“Look Izuku, I just think you’re looking too hard into this. Shindo does not see me like that. He’s fucking married for christ’s sake.” You tried to reassure him so he can get off this dreadful, tiresome topic but low and behold he proceeded to keep going.

“Have you always been this fucking dense?” He cursed, turning around to face you.

He let the words fly out of his mouth. If it was any other time, he would immediately regret his words, but being blinded by pure anger he didn’t care how he came off as long as he got his point across. You looked at him in disbelief because he always avoided cursing at you or raising his voice. He’s doing both tonight.

“Wh-wha-“ He leaned against the doorway, putting a hand up interrupting you.

“No, I’m genuinely asking because it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that he’s clearly fucking flirting with you. Why are you ignoring it?” He speculated in a very accusatory tone looking you right in your eyes.

“Why are you talking to me like that?” You questioned utterly appalled. You didn’t understand what he was getting towards with his statements, but it was starting to scare you.

He shook his head, running his hands up his face towards his hair to push it back. He began to pace back and forth, contemplating if he should ask you the question that’s been lingering on his mind. Finally stopping in front of the vanity, he dropped his head in his forearms and sighed shakily.

“Izu-“

“Are you cheating on me?” He croaked out. You abruptly stood up, stomping over to the vanity.

“ How dare you accuse me of that?! You know I would never hurt you like that-” you cried out, but all he did was shake his head. He lifted his head up and you take notice of his red tearful eyes, “-Izu, I wouldn't do that shit to you."

He glared at you, scoffing as if you were telling a lie, “Yeah? Well, my wife is doing a pretty shit job reassuring me of that."

“Izuku, god! He doesn't see me that way! And I’m doing a shit job? I have been a great wife, so why are you asking-“

“ I'm asking this because you don't see what I see! You see a friend and I see a cheating son of a bitch trying to steal my wife and she's letting him-“ your husband's voice was cracking and all you could was gawk at him, “In my eyes when I see someone, very noticeably, flirting with someone else and they're letting it happen, practically enabling it, that's entertaining. And if they’re entertaining it in my face, then they’re doing it behind my back.”

With that, he began to pack some things up in a gym bag in a rushed manner. Your heart was beating out of your chest at his actions. He was leaving. He was leaving because you hurt him unintentionally. You didn't listen to him, so now he's going to show you. He was walking towards the door but you quickly blocked making him look down at you. Your expression was hard but your eyes were sad.

“ Y-you are not leaving. We need to talk about this.” you declared. You didn't want him to leave, especially being this angry.

“Get out of my way my way, please.” his grip on the gym bag was tight, giving signs that his patience was gone. Of course, though, you were stubborn.

“No, Izu-“

“Y/N, get the fuck out of my way. Now,” The harsh coldness of his voice made you whimper and slowly move out of his way, “Thank you.”

He didn't want to talk to you like that but if he stayed in this house any longer he knows everything is going to go to shit.

“I-Izuku, where are you going?” Your voice was shaky and your emotions were all over the place. Watching him leave spiked your anxiety to an all-time high.

“To go think. Don't call me.” With that, he slammed the door behind him, hard enough that the house rattled.

You sank to the floor, tears running down your face, thinking about how everything went so wrong. Your stubbornness went too for this time. You hurt the one man that truly loved you from the moon and back. A man that would give the world. All of this over your lack of awareness of the crush your friend had on you. So you sulked thinking about how you’re gonna make this right.

Izuku walked the dark streets for about 20 minutes before he walked up to the house that he set his mind to. He knew they would be a bit irritated that he was here so late but he needed to talk to someone that wouldn’t sugarcoat anything. He knocked and waited for a total of 2 minutes before the door was snatched open being met with red tired eyes.

“What the hell are you doing here this fucking late, shit nerd?” he growled out in frustration.

Izuku honestly did not feel like hearing the insults so he just pushed past the broad man making his way into the living room. Bakugo gawked at his ex-boyfriend, surprised that he didn’t say anything sassy back. His actions made him come to the conclusion that you and he weren’t getting along at this moment.

“Bakugo, please, I just need someplace to sleep tonight.” The shorter man exhaled, throwing himself on the couch. He felt like he was suffocating dealing with everything.

“Well, what the fuck happened? You guys looked fine….well besides that shitface flirting with her-“

Izuku groaned loudly interrupting his friend, “SEE! Even you see it and you’re not even in the relationship. I confronted her about it and all she did was deny it and told me I was looking too deep in it, he closed his eyes before croaking out, “ I-I even asked if she was ch-cheating because of the way she just let him do and say all those things to her and practically entertains him right in front me made my skin crawl.”

“How did she react to that?” Both men were sitting on the couch, at respectable distances. Bakugo was facing him while Izuku side-eyed him.

“Said the same thing you said,” The statement made the blonde man shudder, remembering the downfall of their relationship.

Bakugo deeply regretted what he did to Izuku. He didn't deserve that pain. He knew that and he knew that you knew that. So the thought of you cheating on Izuku had never and would never cross his mind.

“She's not cheating-"

“How the hell am I supposed to know that-“

“BECAUSE YOU KNOW YOUR FUCKING WIFE!”, he yelled gritting through his teeth, he then took a deep breath before continuing, “Look when I did my shit you saw right through my bullshit. You saw the distance, the lack of attention, and everything else. I am an emotionally stunted bastard, but she’s not. To be honest, she's an open book and a terrible fucking liar so her getting away with cheating is out of this fucking world.”

Tears were spilling out of Izuku’s eyes as he leaned down, playing with his fingers. His breathing was shaky and so were his hands.

“ I'm scared,” he whispered, “ I don't want to get hurt again.”

“You trust her?” Bakugo asked with his eyebrow raised.

“Yes.” there is no hesitation in Izuku’s voice but you can hear the hurt. Bakugo nodded, lifting himself off the couch.

“Stay here, don't call her, and she'll knock on this door righting her wrongs. Go the fuck to bed, crybaby."

•••••

The next day you felt like shit. The whole night you stayed up late overthinking everything. You thought about your actions, Izuku, the status of your marriage, Izuku, your platonic(?) relationship with Shindo, and most importantly Izuku. You loved your husband more than anything in the world and his actions last night broke you.

After your crying fest, you began to think about all your interactions with the infamous Yo Shindo. You did a pros and cons list of your relationship with him and finally took notice of all of his more than friendly actions towards you. You began to understand why Izuku was so uncomfortable with Shindo. You don't know why it took your husband walking out on you to notice that Shindo was overstepping boundaries and you were letting him. Now since you took awareness of your wrongs like the big girl you are, you decide to make things right with your husband…. As soon as you figure out where he was.

At first, you thought Todoroki but he was out of town. Then you thought Bakugo, but you knew he wouldn't possibly be up at the time Izuku walked out. But then again, they are friends and use to date so it wasn't a dumb idea. Plus Izuku would definitely do something like go to his ex-boyfriend's house to get you thinking the worst.

Grabbing your things, you make your way to the blonde's house, taking the opportunity to walk so you could mentally prepare yourself. Izuku had every right to not forgive you for your actions. You were wrong and you'll admit that. Your husband's last relationship really broke him so his reaction to you and Shindo's friendship was valid, but he also needed to trust you. Izuku is your beloved husband but you guys are too deep in this marriage for him not to trust you. So you were going to apologize but also tell him about trust. Finally making your way to his door, you took a deep breath and knocked a couple times.

On the other side of the door, Izuku, who was seated at the kitchen island, looked at the door then moved his eyes to Bakugo. The blonde stared back and shrugged, going to the front door to reveal you. Bakugo looked you up and down, just to lean down and whisper,

“You look like shit.” you gave off an awkward laugh, agreeing with the taller man.

“Y-yeah I know. I feel like it too. But anyway, is Izuku here? I really need to talk to him. It's important.” you fretted playing with your dangling curls. As much as Bakugo wanted to mess with you, he knew his friend wouldn't like it. He stepped aside and let you in, thumbing towards the kitchen.

“Don’t get tears all over my shit or you'll clean the whole damn place." Bakugo threatened before taking his leave upstairs and leaving the married couple alone.

You slowly began to walk to the kitchen, suddenly feeling nervous being around your husband. Izuku was nervous too, anticipating what you were going to say because he obviously doesn't want to speak first - he does, he really wants to apologize for cursing and insulting you - yeah totally doesn't want to speak first. Sitting across from him, you take a deep breath and snatched his hands to hold them with yours.

“I'm sorry. I am so sorry, Izzy. I'm sorry for how I reacted towards you when all you were doing was expressing your lack of comfort. I'm sorry for practically invalidating your feelings, even though I know about your past relationships. I'm SO sorry for entertaining Shindo. I should have been way more aware of his actions instead of just playing it off as friendly whatever the fuck. I told Shindo off before I came here so you don't have to worry about him anymore, I swear to you.“ you professed. You were out of breath by the time you were done speaking. Your anxiety peaked at an all-time high because you hated confrontations between the two of you.

Izuku’s eyes widened slightly at your abrupt apology but he understood your nervousness. You hated any separation between you two, so being away from each other - no matter if it's several hours or several days - really fucked with your head. He switched the positions of your hands so that he would be the one clutching yours.

“ I forgive you-“, he declared, “-and I'm sorry too.”

“You don't-“ he squeezed your hands to stop you and looked into your eyes.

“Yes, I do. I could have gotten my point across without cursing at you and calling you “dense”. You're very smart, you just catch on slow-” You both laughed lightly, “-and I shouldn't have doubted your trust. I was just being scared, but you’re my wife, Y/N. I wouldn't have married you if I didn't trust you. I love you, bun.”

He finished, kissing the brown side of your hand. He then gripped your arm and started to pull you slightly, signaling you to get up and come to him, so you did. You got pulled into his lap, straddling his strong thighs. He pulled you for a tight hug, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, while you wrapped your arms around his neck burying your face in his curly hair. Both of you were so close not even a sheet of paper could get in between you. Together, you sat like that for several minutes, basking in each other's presence.

“Izzy, baby?” you whispered, scratching the nape of his neck softly.

“ Hmm?” he muffled out giving you a reassuring squeeze.

“Can I show you how sorry I am, sir?” you purred placing a gentle kiss on his neck.

Izuku hated fighting with you, but he adored the make-up sex that always came after.

"I am going to fuck you up," he avowed making you shriek as he stood up to throw you over his shoulder, “WE’RE LEAVING, KACCHAN!”

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Girl Who Likes Trolling + Blonde Hero Halfway Across the World = Relationship?

katsuki x blk fem!reader

prequel to “You Have A Girlfriend”

warnings: cussing

w.c - 1.9k

••••

You were bored to put it simply. You usually do it from your spam page on Instagram because, obviously, it's your spam. No one knows you on it besides some close friends. You started trolling because seeing people get so mad about what you say was funny to you. Sometimes you would go on The Shade Room and talk bad to the ignorant people in the comments, other times you would troll the white girls who portray themselves as black women. Those would be the highlight of your day because that was the textbook definition of ignorance.

Today though, you decided to troll some pro heroes from Japan. You always kept up with pro heroes and other upcoming heroes on your Twitter because they interested you. Many were enjoyable, others seemed very fake and all about the money, and the rest were creepy ( i.e, upcoming hero, GrapeJuice). Since many pro heroes have Twitter and not Instagram, you had to use your personal Twitter account because you didn’t have a spam Twitter. You didn’t care though. Endeavor was first on your list since you heard about the scandal that he was not the best father to his kids.

Constant Bullshit🙄 @noty/n

How you the Number 1 Hero at saving other people's wives and kids but can't even save your own 🤔🤔ANSWER QUICKLY! @endeavor

It didn't take long for your tweet to blow up. It seemed like a good balance between supporters of your tweet and the defenders of Endeavor. Even his own son Shouto Todoroki liked and retweeted your statement.

Shouto @/icyhot

I ask myself this every day.

How you the Number 1 Hero at saving other people's wives and kids but can't even save your own 🤔🤔 ANSWER QUICKLY! @endeavor

You were having a ball trolling Endeavor, but he didn't reply. Boooo, you thought to yourself. You then decided to do the hero, GrapeJuice, but he was a creep and stood by it. You really couldn't figure out who else to do until you saw, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. The hot-headed hero who would go off any every and anybody just for breathing. And what better thing to troll about than his own hero name.

Constant Bullshit🙄 @noty/n

LMAOOOOOO, bro really sat down, wrote down the name, read the name over and over again, and proceeded to submit “Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight” as a hero name…. like bro you don’t even kill people and you ain’t no god…..that shit wack bro, pack it tf up 😭 @/goddynamight

Now if you thought your Endeavor tweet blew up, then your Dynamight tweet literally exploded. Countless people quote tweeted with laughs and also hate, lots of people liked it, and many pro heroes that followed Dynamight retweeted it with laughs and tagged him in it. You would've thought the other heroes would rush to bash you and defend their friend but they seemed to like teasing him. After some time, you didn't think he was going to reply until you saw Dynamight messaged you privately.

@/goddynamight - Who the fuck even are you?

@noty/n - Just someone who likes to make people laugh😌

@/goddynamight - Yeah, well that tweet wasn't funny. Delete it or I'll end you.

@noty/n - “DeLeTe iT oR IlL eNd YoU” LMAOOOOOO bro you not even built like that fr

@/goddynamight - Did you just mock me?

@noty/n - Yes

@/goddynamight - And what do you even mean I'm not “built like that”?

You actually found it quite funny that he didn’t understand your slang. He was actually really attractive as well and who were you to pass up the opportunity to talk to a fine-ass hero like him.

@noty/n - Lol that just means, you ain't built to end nobody, pretty boy. That's like a schoolboy, who has never been in a fight, says something like, “ I'll beat your ass.” How can you possibly say you'll beat someone up if you never even punched anyone?

@/goddynamight - Did you just call me a fucking pretty boy? You just fucking insulted my hero name and now you're flirting with me?

@noty/n - Ummm, yes. I'm going to compliment a pretty face when I see one. You probably blushing over the phone, right now lol

@/goddynamight - …..You think you're real fucking cute huh?

@noty/n - Yes. Do you not think I'm cute?

@/goddynamight - Did I fucking say that idiot?

@noty/n - Oh! So you DO think I'm cute?

@/goddynamight - …..Shut up

@noty/n - YOU THINK I’M CUTE!

@/goddynamight - SHUT UP!

The whole interaction went better than you expected and you couldn't believe that you decided to make a friend out of your trolling activities. A pro hero friend at that. Throughout your messages, you decided to tell him about how your tweet against him was an honest joke and you meant no harm. Of course, he had a little attitude but appreciated the joke and continued to talk to you throughout the day. You thought he would only talk to your that day, and that day alone, but the next day you woke up to a “good morning dumbass” text to which you replied “good morning, but why are you up at almost 3am your time?”. He proceeded to tell you about his late-night patrol internships and how he was bored some nights.

As time progressed you both texted non-stop for over 3 months. Even with the 17 hour time difference, you both stayed consistent with each other and got to know each other very well. You were very open to him at first and he was a good listener. You told him about your career, your hobbies, your school life, your family and he always listened. He started to get more comfortable with you to the point where he started to open up as well. You could tell he had a hard time opening up because even when he was becoming more open he still would not say everything. That didn't bother you though since you are not his girlfriend and you've been communicating for 3 months. But the blonde hero got tired of texting and decided to FaceTime you. To which you declined out of fear.

K.B - Why did you not answer, idiot?

I got scared, lmao. Sorry.

K.B - You better fucking answer this time😡

Alright damn

He called back and after 10 seconds of making sure you looked decent, you answered. He was moving around his kitchen, looking to be plating his breakfast, dressed down in a blank tank, black Nike sweats, and his blonde hair pushed back with a black headband. Your mind was running rapid seeing his muscular stature, his red face, his tired eyes, his veiny hands handling all the utensils. This man was truly fine as hell.

“Are you gonna fucking say something or what?" he grumbled in a raspy tone.

The man was actually quite nervous despite the harsh tone he used. He was truly tired of texting you and wanted to hear your voice, but also wanted to see your face beside the one picture on your Instagram. So he impulsively called you, which scared the hell out of him when you declined. When you picked up this time though, he didn’t what to say or what you were going to talk about. If anything, he wanted to talk about how pretty you are right now. You looked tired, with your pouty lips, and dull eyes, but your brown skin looked so bright under the natural light that was hitting in it. You really made him nervous, but he’s glad you don’t notice. You on the other hand almost fainted hearing his voice. You were truly a sucker for deep voices, but hearing tired fresh morning voices literally made you convulse. You couldn't dwell on it too long though since he did ask you something.

“Sorry, I was looking at your food, it looks good as hell. You gon' make me some when I come out there, Kiki?” you said with a smirk.

He dropped everything he was doing and gave you the meanest glare, but the blush on his neck told you something different.

“I told you to stop calling me that woman-” he grunted while gripping the counter “-do it again and I'll block you.”

“Same threat, different day. Anyways, I see you starting off your morning with a good breakfast. What you got planned for today?”, you asked curiously.

He just shrugged, moving you both to the couch and set you up on the coffee table, “It’s my day off from patrol and I don't have classes, didn't feel like doing all that texting bullshit so I called.”

"Hmm, so you wanted to hear my voice?”, you teased.

Would it be weird if he told you yes? That's what he wanted to say. That's what he feels he should say. You guys have been talking for a couple of months and it is safe to say that he does like you. That's a big thing for him too because the last person he actually liked on a romantic level was, believe it or not, Shinsou Hitoshi. Yeah, probably something you wouldn't expect right? It didn't last long between the two and both actually ended on good terms, with the exception of their occasional playful banter. The thing is though is that Shinsou expressed his feelings to an emotionally stunted Bakugo first. Plus they known each other for years and he only knew you for some months. But it felt like years in his eyes. And one thing his mother taught him was that closed mouths don't get fed, so he knew that if he didn't admit it now then he'll fucking starve.

“Yeah, and it's exactly how I imagined it.” he disclosed like he wasn't crazy nervous on his end. Now you, on the other hand, were a little shocked to hear his answer.

“W-wait, really?" you sputtered with wide eyes.

“Yes, I did. When you like someone you imagine things about them, idiot-” he rolled his eyes with his legs bouncing up and down, rapidly, “And I like you a lot. Been liking you since after the first month we talked.”

He grumbled out looking away from the camera. He was very nervous about how you would react. He just hoped you harbored these same feelings. You were still stuck. Actually shocked that he genuinely liked you. You know you could get bold at times but Bakugo was different. You actually liked him and were unsure if he even liked you romantically. Now it's confirmed and here you are, wondering how this would work.

“Well? Are you going to say something or do I have to fucking, I don't know, wallow in goddamn embarrassment?” he cursed, interrupting your thoughts. You shook your head at him and smiled.

“I'm just thinking about how are we gonna possibly make this work. I mean, you live in Japan and I live 17 hours away-“ you were quickly interrupted by the shaking of his head.

“I want you to be my girlfriend and I don't give a fuck you live 2 minutes or even across the fucking world. I want to call you mine and I want you to call me yours.” he preached with a burst of confidence.

That's when you knew. That's when you knew he was it. Bakugo was everything you ever wanted and didn't let any obstacle get in his way of getting what he wants. You admired that about him and you wanted to call him yours. So that's what you did.

“Well, when you say it like that, who am l to deny such a beautiful proposal." you laughed making him release a sigh of relief.

“Fuck, thank god. That would've been embarrassing as fuck if you said no.”

You both laughed at the whole confession and just went along about your previous conversation. Just this time you got called “ baby” and “princess". You had a good feeling about this.

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Witness Protection - Ghoul (1)

izuku x ghoul!blk fem!reader x katsuki

synopsis - Thinking you finally escaped your dark, utterly fucked up past, things come at you full force making you as equally as paranoid as the police and pro heroes. When two pro heroes just barge their way into your apartment, you begin to learn that your paranoia is warranted. In order to ensure your safety, you are pushed to witness protection.......In-home witness protection.......In-home witness protection with two pro heroes.........Let's see how things go!

warnings - will vary among each chapter

I do not own MHA, MHA Characters or anything associated with the brand. I do not own the art, all images were obtained through google. If you know the artist, please tag them.

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prologue

Ch. 1 - Ghoul

warnings - cussing, gore, death threats

w.c - 1.5k

It's hard living in Hosu sometimes. Trying to be this new person in a place that you have been living at for 5 years is difficult. Especially when you are trying to hide who you are. Trying to be only half of who you truly are. Walking around your neighborhood, presenting yourself as this hard-working, law-abiding, good human when you are not. You've done things that you aren't proud of. You've hurt people to benefit yourself. Each time, you regretted it. Felt deep remorse. 

But each time, he reassured you, that you were okay. It was okay to do those things because it helped you. He fed you these lies and like a naive child you went along with it, no matter how uncomfortable it made you. He saved you, so you felt obligated to do whatever he asked. So you did whatever he asked of you until it became too much.

“STORMY!”

“No need to yell in a bookstore, Mr. Tsubaki. I'm only a foot away from you," you assured your boss while sorting out the romance section.

“ Oh hush, it's my store so I can yell whenever I want”, he brushed off, before snatching the books away from you, “ Go home. You look as sick as a dog. You're gonna get sweat all over my precious books. Leave and don't come back until you're healthy again.”

“Bu-“ you started, but was interrupted by a sharp slap to your arm.

“Go home. Go eat,” he said knowingly.

You looked at him confused before you a lightbulb went off and you knew what he was referring to.

“Aaaah no, Mr. Tsubaki. It’s a full moon tonight. I don’t have to eat until maybe late tomorrow morning.” You reminded him since he always forgot of your condition during the full moon. 

“Oh……well still leave. You’re sick.” He concluded, making you giggle.

“Alright, I’m leaving, old man. Stay safe and call me if you feel uneasy. Full moon or not, I’m there for you.” He grunted as a reply letting you know that he would adhere to your advice.

You stepped into your place, stripping yourself rather quickly, and walked to take a cold shower, hoping to relieve the harsh heat your body produced during your walk home. Your body heat would rise drastically high during the changing of your body so a cold shower was very much needed. The cold shower regulated your heat, helping you calm down and clear your mind enough for you to step out and get dressed. Maybe it cleared your mind too much because the sound of creaking woke the last of your senses. Oh, how you wished this intruder didn't come when you are damn near defenseless. Now you have to go to your backup safety measures.

❂

“The apartment is vacant, but it is said that the person who lived there left behind some evidence that can help us build the case against the Red Family. So you two will go inside, find anything that is useful and report it back to me.”

“Why us? I thought Gang Orca’s team was handling this case?” Katsuki asked, skeptical. The commissioner sighed and handed him very grotesque pictures.

“We need more people on the case. Red Family has been involved in way more crimes and murders than we thought and have been injuring many sidekicks that have tried to stop the Red Family. It was not enough so we are calling in more decorated heroes that have more experience with situations like these. That's where you and the rest of your previous 1A colleagues come in.” The commissioner explained thoroughly.

Both Izuku and Katsuki listened attentively to the commissioner about the fragility of this case. The Red Family is allegedly one of the biggest crime families in Japan. Drugs, embezzlement, fraud, murder, kidnapping, illegal quirk production, and much more. Unfortunately, there is no hard evidence to put anything against them. That's why the build of a case has been so difficult to make. Because of this the Red Family has been getting a lot of money and has been able to buy their way out of search warrants, subpoenas, court cases, the whole nine.

“So what are we looking for?" Izuku questioned looking, gagging, through the pictures.

The commissioner set out 4 pictures in front of the men. A picture of a father and a little girl, a blurry picture of the same girl but a bit older around 15 years, a picture of an emerald green gemstone with gold like snakes caging across it, and a picture of a disfigured bloody face to the point where you can't even identify a person.

“Around 16 years ago, multiple families were slaughtered including her father. It was investigated and multiple bodies were taken in except for hers,” he pointed to the first picture, “10 years later, here she is pictured during the diamond heist of the Watanabe family. Less than a year later she was presumed dead at 16. The only way she was identified was a CCTV video sent to us of her being severely beaten to death in an alleyway in Deika City.”

“What caught our eye was this necklace on the girl's father. It wasn’t found on his body during the investigation. This gemstone, we’re still trying to identify it, is a stone that could only be handled by ghouls. It’s a very powerful stone that is said to date back to the first-ever ghouls. Meaning it has links to an alleged ‘demon realm’.” 

Izuku, now confused, interjected, “But ghouls haven't been sighted for over 50 years. You're saying this dead girl’s father was a ghoul?” 

The commissioner nodded his head, “Not only that, but this means that his daughter is a ghoul. Now if you know anything about the typical ghoul's anatomy then you know that- "

“They wouldn't die from getting beat to bloody fucking pulp," Katsuki affirmed.

“Correct”, the commissioner placed a picture - a severely blurry picture at that - of a girl, on the table. Seems to be dark skin, small stature, black hair but with white tips, with only a side view of her face. The sight of fangs was visible to see, “ We believe this is the daughter. We sighted her about 2 weeks ago, but haven't seen her since. We sent detectives to the apartments that were around the sighting recently and the landlord said a girl rushed out leaving some things behind. We want you two to find as much evidence as possible within the apartment.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes before pushing all the pictures from in front of him, “That still doesn't help with what we're looking for. That necklace hasn't been seen for over 15 fucking years. The father didn't have it, obviously, the shitty Red Family don't have it they would've made hell on Earth, and you and your detectives don't even have solid evidence that she even lived there. Sounds like a dead fucking end."

“It might be, but I'd rather take my chances on a potential lead than no lead at all. This is the address. Go now."

And that's how they got here now. The old man landlord reassured them that the girl hasn't been back since he saw her run out in a haste. He let them both in rather quickly Izuku felt uneasy, feeling as though the landlord seemed a bit sketchy.

“He seems a bit sketchy. Keep your guard up." Izuku warned his partner.

“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do, Deku,” Katsuki grumbled, checking his surroundings despite the harsh words.

So far the condo seems empty. None of the lights were on, the house felt cold, and it quite certainly looks like someone left in a hurry. Noticing some papers were scattered on the floor, Izuku bent down to inspect them. Then he heard a whistle. 

“Didn't know I was getting a free show.” Izuku looked over his shoulder to glare at his blonde boyfriend.

“Are you really flirting right now? Go check the other rooms, you perv," he whisper yelled while blushing making Katsuki smirk, but nod his head.

While his partner walked to another part of the condo, Izuku resumed his inspection. He rummaged through the papers finding absolutely nothing of importance. Receipts, take-out menus, print-out articles, newspapers, nothing that points out anything suspicious. He then averts his attention to the bookcase and looks down the line. Romance novels, romance manga, mystery novels, self-care books, ghoul history, crime mafia….

He pauses. Ghoul history and anatomy Vol 1. Now it isn't uncommon for people to read about ghouls. Izuku himself even did extensive research on ghouls in case there were any more sightings. It was just a bit coincidental that a book about ghouls was in the same house as the alleged ghoul. Not to mention the plethora of book tabs, highlights, and annotations he found throughout the book. The bright red tag marked, GHOUL’S WEAKNESSES, was written frantically. Upon looking through the chapter, written in red with multiple circles around it said, “Are ghouls weakened by the full moon?” Now, why would full moons be a weakness to ghouls?

Feeling confused but confident that he found breakthrough evidence, he turned to call for his partner boyfriend. Fortunately, he did not have to call for him since he is standing in front of him. Unfortunately, he felt his body run cold after seeing a girl pointing a pullback shotgun at the back of his boyfriend's head.

“Cooperate or I'll blow Mr. Dynamight’s fucking brains out in front of his boyfriend.”

part 2

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Do You Like It?

izuku x blk fem!reader; warnings: none

w.c - 1.6k

"I really hope this color comes out, right.", you said to yourself while setting the green dye mixture onto the bleached hair.

Right now you were styling a wig that you have been dying to do for the past month but due to your laziness, you pushed it off multiple times. You decided to do a green color because your boyfriend, Izuku, also has green hair. You just wanted to match with him for his birthday tomorrow. While the dye was setting, you hear your phone ding and see that Izuku texted you.

Izzy💚- Babe are you busy? Can I come over, I'm bored😞

You cursed under your breath because that dye was nowhere near finished, but you didn't want to say no to your sweet boyfriend since he hasn't come over in the past two days. So you hid your hair in the bathroom and put the handmade "Hair in Progress" sign on the door so he wouldn't go in. You wrapped your hair in a neat bun and straightened things around the room before laying down and texting him back.

You - Of course, Izzy, just knock before you come in.

Izzy💚- omw

Izuku was over in less than 5 minutes, meaning he was probably in Katsuki's dorm playing the game or arguing about who's the better quarterback even though neither one of them are. Shoto is, but you'll never tell them that. You heard three knocks on your room door before it opened, revealing your freckled-faced boyfriend. He was dressed down since he didn't really have classes today. Black wifebeater, black sweats, Nike slides, hair all wild, and a thick gold chain adorning his tan neck.

"How you look good without even trying, Izzy?", his cheeks turned red when you gently pulled him in by his chain, closing the door behind him, “You don’t hear me talkin’ to you, baby?”

“I do hear you, I just don’t know how you want me to answer that”, he gave you a smile, pushing you back on the bed, and proceeded to lay his head on your chest, “I just threw on some clothes. I personally think I look like shit.”

You hit him on the head, making him groan.

“You look fine as hell. And you smell good. What you got on?”, you sniffed his hair and neck making him laugh.

“I stole Mina’s Mango Shea Butter. She’ll kill me but it’s worth it”, all of sudden Izuku got from on top of you and started to rummage through your snack drawer, “Can I have your chips?”

“No, fat ass. You ate all my chips the last time you were here.”, you said as you snatched the chips out of his hand, leading to him glaring at you.

“You shouldn’t be talking to the birthday boy like that. I should get anything I want.”, he pouted.

He knew you were a sucker for his pouting. I mean there were times where you did say no, but since his birthday was getting closer, you couldn’t say no to him. You treated his birthdays like they were your own. So he asked for anything he wanted and he knew you would give it to him. No matter how small or big. Rolling your eyes with an exasperated sigh, you threw the chips in his lap.

“Take 'em, you big baby.”, he smiled at you before stuffing his face. He settled in your bed next to you, grabbing your remote to scroll through Netflix. While distracted, you just stared at him.

You really loved this boy. You loved his freckles, his green eyes, his broad body, his crooked fingers, his wild hair, his everything. This would be the 2nd birthday that you spent with him which would make it 2 years since you guys have been together. It was a lot of ups and downs, arguing, cuddling, crying, and everything else in the relationship book. But all in all you and Izuku always came back together because you both weren't the type to give up. Especially if you both know it can be fixed.

His birthday was one of your favorite days. Why? Well because you simply cherish the day he was born. He was quite literally the best boyfriend you ever had. Now your past relationships weren't all bad. You actually had some pretty decent partners, but Izuku was just different. He just gave you a different feeling than the rest of your past relationships.

"You thinking hard over there, bun?", Izuku whispered, still focusing on the t.v. screen. He couldn't find anything so he just put on Twilight since he knows that what you were gonna pick anyway.

"Izzy, you real pretty, you know that?", he laughed lightly.

"You tell me that every day, gorgeous.", you shuffled around before sitting up slightly, resting your head on your palm.

"Yeah, well I like to speak facts."

Before Izuku could reply, a loud alarm rang through the room. Your body went tense, then you realized that it was your time to rinse out your wig. You scrambled to get up and yelled to Izuku to not come in the bathroom at all, leaving your clueless boyfriend in confusion.

You really hoped your hair turned out perfect.

-

"Okay, do the layers look right? What about my part, is it crooked?"

"Shut the hell up, bitch. You look good."

"Yeah, that shit nerd might bust his pants when he sees you."

Both Mina and Bakugou were in your dorm helping you with your hair and outfit for the night. You wanted to look perfect for Izuku's day because if you didn't, you just might cry. For your hair, it was styled as a middle part ombré from black transitioning to green along with some stacked layers with bumped ends. Your hair looked absolutely perfect but your nerves made you think that something just had to be wrong. You were so worried about your hair that you didn't notice Bakugou holding an outfit up to you.

"Your hair is fucking fine, idiot. Now go get fucking dressed. Deku keeps blowing up my damn phone.", Bakugou grimaced, shoving the outfit to your chest.

It was a silk black collared button-up a size too big, a dark green sheer ribbed corset top that was sleeveless, a black miniskirt with a small slit on the side, and lastly a pair of dark green strap tie stiletto heels. Thank the higher beings that you have a friend whose parents are literal fashion gods.

"Oh my god...OH MY GOD! Bakugou this is fucking perfect. I'm so glad that we're friends. You're a fucking lifesaver.", your praises would've gone on longer if he didn't growl at you to shut up. You huffed and began to get undressed.

-

You were finally done and arrived at the high-end club with 20 minutes to spare. You made sure everything was set up correctly, from the condition of the section area to the quality of the alcohol. You saved up a lot of money in order to rent this big section for Izuku's birthday and you'll be damned if even one thing is not up to par. Your man deserved the best and you know Izuku wouldn't give you no half-assed birthday party either.

The club was jumping and all of your boyfriend's uni friends and some of your friends were falling in one by one. Now everyone was just asking where Izuku was. You knew he was coming soon. Shoto texted you that they were pulling up and Izuku was asking him so many questions. Such a curious boyfriend.

Everyone was mingling and chatted but soon averted their attention to the frosted glass door opening. In walked in Shoto followed by your shell-shocked boyfriend.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEKU!"

The whole room cheered crowding around Izuku, patting him on the back, hugging him, and roughing him up a bit. He truly felt loved and was shocked that literally, every one from his past and present showed up for his day. Well besides his past teachers and his parents, but that's beside the point. He didn't think he would be in a high-end club with a balcony view of the whole place for his birthday, but here he is and he is sure to thank the person who he knows did this.

He pushes through his friends, dapping them up and giving them quick hugs, and then, he sees you. The best present he could ask for. All decked out in black and green from the makeup to the shoes. But what really caught his eyes was your hair. The black to green ombré layered look really suited you. Seeing the color green on you really got him going because you looked so good with it.

"Do you like it?", you smirked at Izuku, who was quite literally mesmerized by your attire. He nodded dumbly before kissing you softly.

"Thank you so much, mini me. You really want to be like me, don't you?", he chuckled out.

"Boy please. I just remembered you saying something about how good I would look with green hair.", you said matter of factly while flipping your hair back dramatically. He just shook his head, playfully disappointed, squeezing your waist.

"Thank you so much, bun. This is one of the best birthdays I could ask for.", he kissed you again but it only lasted for a couple of seconds because soon you heard cameras shuttering. You both pulled back and turned to all your friends either gushing at you both or scowling at you (that would be Bakugou and Shinsou). Chuckling lightly, you picked up a bottle of Casamigos and waved it in the air like a bottle girl with Izuku still holding you tight.

"Why the hell y'all staring at us? LET'S POP SOME MUTHAFUCKIN' BOTTLES FOR THE BIRTHDAY BOOOOY!", you yelled out making everyone cheer.

Izuku had a birthday he would never forget and he couldn't thank you more for it.

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Hi love ! It’s me again ❤️

Your Shoto piece was phenomenal and I have a teensy weensy request because I’m hooked 🥴.

Can you give me Pro!Himbo Kirishima asking the cute girl from the bakery that fixes his coffee just right and always has a special strawberry muffin, to match his hair 🥺, for him when he comes in the mornings before patrol. Then could you tell me what happens on said date. If you don’t mind 👉🏾👈🏾

Thank you bb ❤️

you always ask for such cute requests, I love it bby🥰So here you go

•••••

himbo!kirishima x blk fem barista!reader

w.c - 1.4k

warning: reader has dreads (here’s a hair visual https://twitter.com/turahjeannie/status/1481790488902615044?s=21 )

•••••

The young hero loved coming to see you in the cafe you worked. He would always order the iced caramel macchiato and you took it upon yourself to throw in your specially made strawberry muffin that was so red it matched his vibrant red hair. He came and got it so much that his brain basically wired that no one can make the coffee and muffin how you did. He was starting to think that you put a spell on the items to make him keep coming back for more. But he didn’t think it was a spellbook spell, no, he figured your beauty was the spell. He found you so beautiful. Your dark smooth skin, your doe-like eyes, your full lips, your bright smile, your dreaded hair that sat in a palm tree-styled ponytail with your edges swooped smoothly on your forehead. He couldn’t get over how gorgeous you are. He found you so gorgeous that he could barely keep a conversation with you.

He stuttered a lot whenever you smiled at him. Would look down whenever you maintained eye contact too long. Absolutely turned blood red when you passed him that special muffin and told him ‘have a wonderful day, Mr. Riot’. He adored your presence and looks and just wanted you all for himself, but he couldn’t do that if he couldn’t even ask you on a date. So he practiced with the help of his most favorite dysfunctional couple and best friends Bakugo and Shinsou.

“Good morning, miss- no no that’s terrible.” Kirishima nodded at Shinsou, clearing his throat again.

“Hello, sweet thing- fuck no, you creep.” He flinched from Bakugo’s yell and pouted, “But she is sweet so I wanted to call her sweet.”

“Kirishima-kun calling her “sweet thing” is something my 60-year-old grandfather would say to a 20-year-old he saw on the streets. Let’s not use that. Okay, buddy?” Shinsou proposed, playing with his boyfriend’s fingers.

Kirishima sighed and squeezed his broad body between the two as if they weren’t noticeable cuddled up in their couch, making both men groan in annoyance.

“I just want to ask her out perfectly. That’s what she deserves. How did you ask Bakugo out, Shinsou?” Shinsou was about to answer, but Bakugo quickly interrupted to cut the conversation short.

“That’s none of your business. Look, dipshit, just ask her out as if you were ordering a drink. ‘Can I get an espresso, a strawberry muffin, and possibly a partner for this date I planned out for tonight?’ Then boom.” Kirishima slowly nodded but gave his friend a questionable look.

“But I don’t drink espressos or have a date planned.” He said genuinely confused. Bakugo gave off a heavy sigh and glared at the man.

“DUH DUMBASS! IT WAS AN EXAMPLE!”

The next day Kirishima pumped his head up with some encouraging affirmations to prepare himself for his big goal today. He was feeling so confident when he walked out of the house, walked down the street, and walked inside the cafe. Unfortunately, it all slipped away when he was met by your bright smile. Your hair was in its signature high ponytail but a few dreads dangled in your face, giving it a slightly different frame.

“H-hey, Y/N. Can I get y-your usual? Wait, no, I’ll g-get my u-usual. We-well I can’t re-really get it since I d-don’t work here. Haha, sorry.” He stumbled to get out scratching the back of his neck.

You smiled at the nervous man while you made his drink. He decided to sit down and watch you so you took this chance to talk to him.

“You don’t have to be so nervous, Mr.Riot. I’m just a regular worker. You’re the real superstar.” You gave him a wobbly smile sliding his cold drink towards him, “I should be the nervous one, to be honest.”

He was so zoned out he didn’t pay attention to anything you said. He was too busy staring at your lips when you talked. He didn’t even notice the next words that came out of his mouth.

“Go on a d-date with me?” He recited still staring at your lips.

Your face upturned into shock and so did his when saw that you stopped talking. Both of you were stuck as to what just occurred. Kirishima felt so embarrassed because what if you didn’t even like him. Yes, you surprised him with that specially made muffin, but you were probably just being nice because you are a disgustingly nice person. He was beginning to feel stupid.

“I’m so sorry. I just blurted that out like it was just a regular day. That probably made you so uncomfortable, I’m really sorry. Please don’t hate me, you probably don’t even see me like that and I just embarrassed myself informs of this whole cafe. Oh my god, I can’t even handle-“

“Okay.”

“-this. Wait, what?”

“I said, okay. I’ll go on a date with you. I would be honored actually.” You laughed softly.

Inside Kirishima was spazzing out. He couldn’t believe you said yes. He was so sure that you didn’t like him. You were too perfect. But you said yes. You said yes to him. And he still hadn’t said anything back.

“OKAY-ahem- I mean okay, okay that’s great. I’ll pick you up tonight. Bye!” He raved, happy as ever completely forgetting his strawberry muffin and the fact that he doesn’t even have a date planned.

Later that night your shift ended and as you were locking, you turned around and was met with a tall red-haired pro hero holding a bouquet of…..lilacs? You immediately began sneezing and backing away, worrying the young hero.

“W-What’s wrong? Did I do something?” he questioned in a concerned tone. Finally catching your breath since you backed a good distance away, you gave him a reassuring smile.

“I'm allergic to lilacs, Kirishima.” his eyes widened looking down at the purple flowers that he was sure were your favorites.

“I overheard you talking to your co-worker about flowers and I heard you say lilacs were your favorites,” he recalled in a small voice.

“Lilies are my favorite. More specifically oriental lilies are my favorite. You must have misheard.” you chided, biting your biting lip to hide your upcoming giggle.

“Oh my god! I could've killed you! Can't believe I almost murdered my crush with these deadly flowers.” he scrambled to get rid of the flowers and luckily a man riding on a skateboard polled next to you both.

He shoved the flowers in the kid's hands and saluted him, “Enjoy the flowers. Very manly to receive flowers.” he smiled brightly as the man nodded looking at them.

“Thanks, dude." The boy rolled away and you both pulled your attention back to each other.

“I’m sorry for almost murdering you, Y/N.” he sulked looking down ready to get reprimanded. Instead of rejection, he felt a small hand interlocked with his.

“Next time just get some lilies. Those will give me more life.” The statement made you both smile and walk towards the park.

Now even though Kirishima had nothing planned, he did set up a small picnic area for the both of you, compliments to Bakugo for cooking up some quick dishes on such short notice. For the next two hours, you both talked and laughed, learning about each other. He learned about your upbringing and why you moved to Japan. You learned about his hobbies and the goals he has towards being a pro-hero. The chemistry between you two was so strong that you felt as if you have known him for years. Sitting in front of the small lake, you both were in comfortable silence, eating your onigiri. The silence only lasted for so long before you remembered that you had to give him something. You reached into your bag and pulled out a small container.

“You forgot your muffin, Mr. Riot.” The blush rises on his cheeks and it gave you so much happiness. It made you so happy that you pressed a light kiss on his cheek.

“I should probably forget it more often if I'm going to get kisses.” he laughed taking a bite out of it.

“I'll give you kisses whether you forget it or not, silly.”

You both sat in comfortable silence, thinking that this was one of the best dates you've both ever been on.

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Hi love ❤️ how are you ? I’ve been missing you 🥺

Might I make a request ? I’d like some some Upperclassman!Shoto that’s soft and sweet and so “dumb” and charming when he comes in for tutoring from the cute . nerdy, Sophmore in his Bio class? Maybe she’s getting a little flustered when he sits so close or he pushes a faux loc behind her ear because it’s easier to understand when he can see her pretty face. 👉🏾👈🏾

Hi honey! I've been good and all you gotta do is text me🥰

•••••

But Upperclassman!Shoto is a yes.

I can see him being such a charming sweetheart to everyone. Always being so nice and really giving the whole "dumb" act justice. He pulls the act off so well and has basically used it to his advantage. And then he starts to notice you. The smart, cute, nerdy sophomore in his Bio class never got a bad grade. He finds you so pretty and you looked soft and smooth. He admired your long faux locs, always styled half-up in a bun and half down hitting your butt, your glasses resting on your nose, your cute little skirt contrasting the big crewneck that covered your top. He thinks you are perfect and instantly wants to get close to you. So he purposely failed two big assignments so the professor could practically push you right in his arms.

When you found out you would be tutoring the Shoto Todoroki, aka your biggest crush, your heart practically fell to your ass. He's never needed tutoring in this class before so why now? And why you?

“ You will be Todoroki’s tutor starting tomorrow.”

“U-ummm, w-what? Why m-me?”

“ Well because you are the second top student in my class, Bakugo being the first, and he specifically requested you. Make sure he passes, Y/N.”

He requested you? Why on earth would he request you? He never even spoke to you, so you are wondering as to why he wanted you because he could've easily gone to Bakugo. You thought about this the whole time you walked through the courtyard and didn't notice that the same person you were thinking about came up right next to you. You felt a sudden presence and jumped back scared to see the red and white-haired boy.

”Heeyy, I come in peace," he said giving you a small smile and some space to regain yourself, “Figured I'd get your number since you are gonna be my tutor."

“ Of-of course-” you fumbled through your bag to take it out and give it to him, “W-we can meet tom-morrow around 8 at the library. That's u-usually the time I get off of w-work.”

Oh, god how he wanted you wrapped around his finger, little he know you already were. You were so nervous but still trying to be assertive since he knew you took your studies seriously. He agreed to your plans and left you in the middle of the courtyard, stuck.

The next day, at exactly 8pm, you were sitting in the library wearing your work clothes with your books set out in front of you waiting for your partner. You were nervous, to say the least, but also tired since you have been serving people all day. Your hair was loose from your usual half-up, half-down style, and your glasses were set to the side because of the subtle strain they were giving you. Soon you heard a chair scratch the ground next to you making you look up to see Shoto. You cleared your throat and straightened yourself up.

" H-hey, Todoroki.” you stuttered out nervously. He settled himself next to you, setting out a small notebook and a pen.

" Hey, Y/NN.” he stated smoothly as if he had been calling you that for years.

“Y/NN?”, you stammered. He simply just nodded putting all his attention on you.

“Yes. Now can you please be a good teacher and teach me?” he requested, pointing to the many books in front of you.

You were completely stunned, but upheld his request and proceeded to go over the many things he “didn’t know”. You were reading things aloud to him, explaining to him how different organs work, all in such confidence and it attracted Shoto. All the nervousness flew right out the window and he absolutely adored it. But he felt something was missing.

“Y/NN-” he whined leaning closer to you, making you stumble over your words “ this doesn't make any sense, love.”

You cleared your throat ignoring the fact that he called you ‘love’, “O-okay so again, the most serious misuse of multivariate procedures is in the attempted classification through discriminant analysis of fossil primate specim-”

Then you felt it. A cold hand brushed against your cheek. His hand gently pushed one of your locs behind your ear, making his way to lean in close to you. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your words were caught in your throat. Then, under his physical guidance, he turned your head so that you were facing him.

“ I just find it easier to understand when I get to see such a pretty face." he declared smoothly.

Now you just have to be dreaming. This isn't happening right now. No way was Shoto this close to you and touching your face. You could practically feel his cool minty breath hitting your cheek. Oh, how you just wanted him to kiss you, you just knew it would be the softest kiss you ever had. Just one kiss.

“ Only one? I don't think that would satisfy me enough, love,” he vowed, still so close to you.

“I-I didn’t mean th-that, I’m so s-sorry.” you blurted out of pure shock that you said your thoughts out loud.

“So you don't want to kiss me?” He pouted cutely.

Your eyes widened as you waved your hands crazily in front of you, “N-no, I do, b-ut not l-like that. W-well it is l-like that. N-not in a c-creepy- oh my god, I’m gonna shut up now.”

You buried your face in your hands thanking the higher beings above that your dark skin concealed the burn of your cheeks. You don't even think you could look at him now out of sheer embarrassment. Shoto had different plans. He lifted your face again, with a grip on your chin, so that you couldn't move away.

“ Well, I wanna kiss you, pretty girl. Will you let me?" you hesitated before nodding dumbly, making him smirk.

He leaned in slowly so he wouldn't seem too eager, but boy he was. He placed a soft peck on your plump lips before pulling away slightly to let your taste settle. Then he pecked you again and again and again until you both engaged into a full make-out in the dark corner of the library. The soft grip that was on your chin turned into a firm grip on your neck. The action made you moan into the kiss and push yourself into him deeper. You both thought about the softness of each other's lips and the way your tongues glided with one another. You just wanted to stay here with him the whole night but that thought was short-lived when he pulled away. When he pulled away, you both were breathing heavily and your hands were shaking out of anxiety and excitement. Shoto left one more lingering peck on your puffy lips before removing himself so you can fully see his red face and raw lips.

“ I think I need some more tutoring sessions, love. But next time, I'll teach you some things. If you let me.”

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Witness Protection - Prologue

izuku x ghoul!blk fem!reader x katsuki

synopsis - Thinking you finally escaped your dark, utterly fucked up past, things come at you full force making you as equally as paranoid as the police and pro heroes. When two pro heroes just barge their way into your apartment, you begin to learn that your paranoia is warranted. In order to ensure your safety, you are pushed to witness protection.......In-home witness protection.......In-home witness protection with two pro heroes.........Let's see how things go!

warnings - will vary among each chapter

I do not own MHA, MHA Characters or anything associated with the brand. I do not own the art, all images were obtained through google. If you know the artist, please tag them.

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Prologue

warnings - death, cussing, assault, kidnapping, manipulation, murder

w.c - 0.7k

Kagune.

Red Child.

All you heard were screams. You didn't know what was happening. You were nothing but 5 years old, all you could do was listen. Your father was yelling in frustration. Minutes later he was screaming in pain. He was hurt. He was hurt and you wanted to help.

But you could do nothing. Just sit there tied up, blindfolded, gagged, with warm tears running down your face. Waiting for your time.

You listened to the sounds of struggle that were happening only a few feet away. Glass shattering, wood splintering, bones breaking, and screams of agony. You didn't want to hear this anymore. You didn't like hearing your family and friends in pain. You wanted to break out and run far away.

Then straining sound of your father’s voice rings out to whisper, “Not my little girl. Don’t-don’t hurt Stormy.”

“She’s a ghoul, is she not?” The sound of a woman’s frantic voice asked.

“O-only half. Her-her powers haven’t even manifested. Plea-”

A gunshot rang out silencing your father’s words and amplifying your cries.

“PAPA! PAPAAAA!” you screamed through your gag, but it came out muffled.

Your father was gone. The only family that you had was now taken away from you. Your family was the last known ghouls to walk this earth and today it’s going to end with you. Y/N Parker, age 5, died from a gunshot to the head. You didn’t even understand why or how they found out who you all were, but they did. And they hated it.

“Get all your cries out now because these will be the last that ever come out of your mouth.”

Your wet eyes squeezed shut as you awaited your fate. You didn’t want to die, but they’re giving you no choice. Your neighbors, people you thought were nice people, are now your worst nightmare. All you could do is sit there like a chicken about to get its head cut off, but only in this situation, you knew you were going to be killed. Only this morning, were you making breakfast with your father. Smiling and laughing without a care in the world. You didn’t think that later on in the night, everything would be taken away in the blink of an eye. The cold metal of the gun against your forehead broke you away from your thoughts. You clenched your tiny fist and cried. 

An onslaught of gunshots rang out, but you were still breathing. Your body fell due to shock and you screamed from fear, not knowing if one of the bullets would hit you. The attack ended just as quickly as it started. Your screams had turned into shaky, silent cries. Confusion swept over you as you wondered why you were still breathing. Did you have a savior? Or did someone else want to take the credit for your death?

The feeling of your blindfold being lifted, startled you. Your tiny body was still shaken after facing a near-death experience. Eyesight still a bit blurry, the blurry form of a man stood over you getting closer and closer. You shuffled back as much as you could but you were stopped by a firm grip on your arm. The ties on your arm loosened and the gag was removed. Seeing more clearly, you sniffle and look up at the man in front of you. 

One red eye, one white eye with a cut running across his eyelid. A black mask with straps running across it covered his face from the nose down. Black hair shadowed his eyes as he kneeled down to your small frame.

“No need to cry anymore, little one. You're going home.” the man assured you, helping you stand to your feet. You stepped back a little, very unsure about the man.

“B-but I don't have a home. I don't even have any f-family”, you took a glance at your father's cold, still body, feeling the tears come back up, “My papa-is gone. I want my papa back. I w-want-“

The man pulled your shaken body into a hug as you hiccuped out your pleads. He rubbed your back, gradually calming you down, before speaking again.

“Quiet down, little one. You're gonna have a new family now. You're gonna have a new home."

part 1

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I'll Wait For You

kirishima x blk fem!reader, mina x blk fem!reader

warnings: curse words, Mina is the bad guy, I’m sorry!

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“Do you even still love me? Or was that just all bullshit, like this marriage?”, the woman refused to look at the heartbroken woman standing across from her, “ANSWER ME, MINA!”

“NO”, she yelled before running her fingers through her pink hair to calm herself down, “No, Y/N, I don't. Not anymore. I-I've only been saying it back because… because you look so happy when you say it. I didn’t want to hurt you-”

“Well,” you push past Mina and make your way to the walk-in closet. “it's too late for that, huh."

You overheard Mina talking on the phone about you and not in a good way. Going on about how overly clingy you've gotten since the marriage, your excessive talk about children, how she is bored with your sex life, and how she feels like she's falling out of love day after day. You didn't understand. You thought everything between you two was perfectly fine, but you see that isn't the case. After hearing your wife's true feelings, you sat in the car and cried. You loved Mina, you truly did, but you were not going to try to fix something that the other didn't want to try to fix as well.

“Y/N, please stop.", the girl pleaded, following you down the hall. You ignored her and began to pack your bags, “Y/N, stop."

She tried to grab your arm but you snatched away from her and gave her the meanest death glare, causing her to step back. You got off the floor and stood in front of her but maintained a good distance because you were really tempted to slap her.

"Mina, let me make something clear. You did this. I have been nothing but a good person to you. A good friend to you. A good wife to you. I gave up damn near my whole life to come to live here in Japan with you. I did everything FOR YOU!", tears were rushing down your face and your voice began to crack but at this point, you didn't care, "Mina, I-I love you. I'm so mad that I can't just lose feelings in an instant because after hearing everything that you said about us and-and our marriage? I swear I wanted to just shut my emotions off and leave. But I can't just shut'em off. So, I'm just gonna leave. Don't try to stop me."

As you step away from Mina to go get the rest of your things, she just stands there and watches with tears threatening to leave her eyes. She was speechless, to say the least. She didn't know how to fix this. She can't fix this. She hurt you and she knew it.

"Y/N, I'm sorry.", She whispers defeatedly.

"It's too late for that.", You shoulder bumped the girl to get past her with some of your things, making your way to the front door.

"Wait, baby, please ju-"

"WAIT FOR WHAT!", You frustratedly threw your bags out of the open front door, turning back towards Mina, "What the fuck am I waiting for? For you to fall back in love with me? Hell no. I'm not wasting my time waiting for you. You said what you said, so I'm making it easier for you."

You tugged your ring off, while staring at Mina, and threw it on the ground.

"You'll get the divorce papers in the mail, so you better sign them."

And with that, you walked out, leaving Mina in that big empty house to think about if this is how she wanted things to end.

• 1 week later •

Every day for the past week the bar has been your best friend. You've been staying at a hotel and luckily, there was a bar a block down from it so you utilized it for your benefit. Mina called and texted you nonstop the first two days you were gone so you made the immediate decision to change your number and sent her an email saying you did so. Of course, you wanted to just pick the phone up and hear what she had to say, but you knew it would amount to nothing. So now you're just sitting at the bar, drinking your sorrows away.

“Give me another, please.”, the bartender nodded, tending to your refill.

“ Can I have whatever she's having.”, a deep voice requested next to you. The bartender passed your drink to you and proceeded to make man's drink next to you.

“ You sure you can handle what I'm drinking?”, you take a sip of your cognac, still not looking at the man next to you.

“ It's just Courvoisier, right?”, the man took a sip before giving a rough cough causing you to laugh.

“ Hennessy Paradis. Hope your pockets are good enough for it. One bottle alone cost damn near $900.”, The man laughed, sliding the black card to the bartender.

“ My pockets are just fine, sweetheart.”, you finally looked up at the man.

Striking red eyes with red locks pulled back into a ponytail to match them. He had a soft smile resting on his face that did not match his broad build. Wearing a suit, that was very disheveled at that, he was slouching over the bar counter babysitting his cognac, staring at you. You couldn't deny, he was a very attractive man, but you were too heartbroken to even try to flirt.

“ I promise this is from pure observation.”, he straightened up his posture and turned his body to you, “ I've noticed that you've been coming here for the past week and you looked sad. I just wanted to, you know, offer my company.”

You sighed, turning to face the bar again. Sipping your drink, you bit your lip and looked down at your half-empty cup.

“ Do I really look that pitiful?”, you let out a bitter laugh, “ Tell me about your week first.”

“ Well I actually had a stressful week, but today put the icing on the cake. My umm, my wife just sent me divorce papers. Told me she's leaving me to date this male flight attendant she's been sleeping with so she can travel with him all the time. I didn't sign them yet out of shock, but I will.”, he scoffed lightly. “Ha, I probably deserved it.”

You looked at the heartbroken man and you felt his pain. You couldn’t even imagine your reaction if you found out something like Mina cheating on you. All the back-handed things she was saying, you wouldn’t be surprised if she did cheat. At least you both could relate to the divorce aspect.

“Why do you think you deserved something like that?”, he just shrugged before sipping his drink again.

“Said I was always busy, but I tried you know. Being a CEO isn't the easiest. I made it on the important days though. I never missed a birthday, an anniversary, a recital, her parent's birthdays, my parent's birthdays, but she must have wanted more.”

It was silent between you two. He didn't deserve that. He sounded like a good man who had been genuinely hurt. He seemed like a nice person as well. Seems like all the good people are getting taken advantage of lately.

“I'm going through a divorce as well. I'm the one that initiated it though. I umm, I overheard her saying she was falling out of love with me and saying I was pressuring her about kids. Said she had been feeling like that for 9 months and decided to tell everyone else besides me. So I gave her the easy way. I walked out.”, you gave him an awkward smile when you saw his eyes get big.

“ Damn, I didn't think we would both be getting a divorce. Small world, ha.”, he said scratching the back of his head, “Well since me spilling our hearts out I should probably give you my name. Kirishima. Eijirou Kirishima.”

You laughed lightly and raised your now empty glass, “Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

“Well Ms. Y/N, can I keep you company a bit longer?”

“Only if you buy me another drink. Preferably something more light.”, he chuckled and did exactly as asked.

Drink after drink, you got to know Kirishima quite well. You both ended up exchanging numbers, promising to speak again. Over the next 3 months, you both kept up with your promises and remained inseparable. Gaining a friendship rather quickly, you both kept each other good company. Talking on the phone, visiting each other’s houses, and even seeing each other at work. He kept you heavily updated with his very quick divorce which was finalized only after a month. He informed you that his wife didn't want anything since she had her own business and wanted no ties with her past. He looked so heartbroken when everything was over but when he walked out of the courthouse and saw you he felt a sense of relief and warmth. He knew he had you. As for your divorce, well, it took longer than usual because Mina was being stubborn in court. But Kirishima had been nothing but a great help to you during everything. He kept you grounded, reassured you countless times, and gave you the best advice. He was quite literally the best person you could ask for. You don't see how his wife divorced him.

After you left the court building, you got a text from the red-haired man to come to his place. And you were glad you did. You were met with the smell of delicious food being cooked and greeted by your friends.

“How does it feel being divorced?", Kirishima’s friend, Izuku, asked from his seat on the couch.

“ Don't ask her no shit like that, Deku. That's fucking rude.”, Bakugo cursed from the kitchen. Izuku just gave him a dull look before speaking.

“ You literally asked Kirishima-kun the same thing an hour after he finalized his divorce with Setsuna-san. You're no better than me.”

“ You better watch your fucking mouth.”, The blonde-haired man growled out.

Izuku rolled his eyes and kept his mouth shut but gave you a small smirk as if he wanted to get put in his place. Sneaky Izuku.

“ Nah, leave Izuku alone. He's fine, really. But umm, I don't know. I'm feeling a lot right now. Heartbroken, confused, angry, but also relieved. I really loved that girl, but this made me realize that I was putting forth more effort than her. So now imma just take it one day at a time, of course with the help of Eijirou. I couldn’t have done this without him really.", you said with a sigh, looking at a blushing Kirishima, before shaking your head softly and changing the subject, “ but enough about me. Bakugo, what you whippin’ up in there?

“ Food that you're gonna eat.”, he grumbled out while aggressively cutting up carrots. You rolled your eyes and leaned closer to Izuku.

“ He being a bigger asshole than usual, ain't he?”, you whispered to your freckled-faced friend.

“ He just mad I wouldn't do anything with him this morning. He'll be fine later.”, Izuku whispered making both of you laugh, but it caught Bakugo's attention.

“ I will fuck both of y'all up. Especially you, Deku.”, He said glaring at Izuku’s smiling face.

“ Don't threaten me with a good time.”, Izuku sang with a smile.

Bakugo just glared at his boyfriend before mumbling, “Fucking whore.”, Then averted his attention towards Kirishima, “ Get in here and help me, Shitty Hair.”

Kirishima did as told, shaking his head at the both of you guys with a laugh. Closing the kitchen door, he went to ask his best friend what he needed help with but was cut off instantly.

“ You catch feelings faster than Deku runs for the annual All Might convention.”, Bakugo said throwing the veggies in a pot to let them boil.

“ I- I don't have feelings for Y/N.”, Kirishima said shaking his head. Bakugo rolled his eyes.

“ Yeah and Deku doesn't worship the ground I walk on.”, he leaned against the counter resting his weight on his arms, “We both know that's bullshit. You like her and it only took you 3 months.”

Kirishima released a heavy sigh and bit his lower lip. He did like you and he hated that it didn't take him long to develop these feelings. He tried so hard to fight these feelings off but he just couldn't. Now he didn't love you, no that was way too soon. He just loved being around you and really liked your personality. You were like a breath of fresh air. Even with his feelings, he knows you don't feel the same way. You still had a strong love for your ex-wife so you won't be ready to jump into another relationship.

“ Okay, maybe I do. It's not like I can do anything about it. She still loves her ex-wife.”, he said looking at his stoic friend.

“ You're right about that shit. Look just take the shit, slowly. That's the best you can do now because two freshly divorced idiots coming together too soon will lead to some deep shit.”

Kirishima knew Bakugo was right. He usually always was.

•••••

After dinner, a couple of card games, and Izuku’s persistent teasing, Bakugo practically dragged him out by his hair. At least you know your friends are gonna have a fun night together. You decided to help Kirishima clean the kitchen since it was dinner for you and you didn't want to leave him with the mess. Both of you were silently washing and drying the dishes, but it wasn't a comfortable silence. It felt more awkward and tense.

“ Something on your mind, Kiri?”, you ask, drying the last dish.

“ Why do you a-ask that?”, he stuttered out, drying his hands.

“ You're never this quiet and you're stuttering. Plus you're tense as hell. What's up with you?”, you turned towards the taller man and gave him a sympathetic look. The man sighed before turning to you and grabbing your shoulders, giving you a small smile.

“ I promise, I'm fine, Y/N. Wanna watch a movie? Feel free to stay, if you want. It's kind of late.”, you gave him a playful glare before laughing when he pulled your sluggish body to the couch.

You ended up picking Love Jones, and not even an hour into the movie you fell asleep on his shoulder. He took this time to just look at you. He can't believe he caught feelings for you so fast, but he did. He wasn't ashamed though. He understands his feelings and knows that he just needs to take things slow. Better yet, just keep it entirely platonic. He didn't want to scare you off and surely didn't want to run and get his feelings hurt. You deserved this time to be single and find yourself, so he won't be selfish and drop the feelings bomb on you so soon. So he'll just have to wait.

“I’ll wait for you, Y/N.”, he whispered softly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

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"Unusual Cat…”

•••••

It was an unusual cat. It stared outside the window all day and night, not moving an inch. Wouldn't even eat the food that I would give it. It would just meow softy as if saying, “ Don't bother”. I started to get worried because nothing I made for it would be consumed. I eventually called an in home vet to come check on it but when they came, it ate the cat food they had, making them believe nothing was wrong. When they left, it didn't eat again. It went back at staring out the window and meowed when the wind blew extra hard. One night the wind was harsh and the cat meowed louder and longer. I couldn't even sleep because it just wouldn't shut up. Throwing my blankets off my body, I stomped to the front room, ready to reprimand the unusual cat, only to be met by a man.

Standing right in front of me with cold red feline eyes, he pushed a few loose curls away from my face causing me to shiver which made him smirk, “ You took care of me long enough, pretty girl. The winds are calling me home, but they say to bring a friend” he gripped my chin with immense strength, showing that I have no choice, “Come with me, pretty girl."

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When the Fox and the Ackerman Meet

levi ackerman x blk oc!

warnings: suggestive, cussing, blood, broken bones, child birthing, fighting

a/n: this is an original character fic from a story that I was previously writing on Wattpad, but I removed it because of my inactivity on it. right now I'm thinking of revamping it to make it better. FYI Melanie's daughter has Waardenburg syndrome (a group of genetic conditions that can cause hearing loss and changes in coloring (pigmentation) of the hair, skin, and eyes) so when you see descriptions of "white hair" that is what's being described.

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July 1999

18 and pregnant. Yep, Foxy is really living her best life right now. Being an 18-year-old black pregnant woman and walking down the cold, dark Los Angeles streets after being kicked out. Sounds like a stereotypical statistic if you ask her. First, she was kicked out by her bible-thumping mother and then by her baby's father who she thought would step up to the plate. But no, he laughed in her face and told her to kick rocks, so in response, Foxy did what first came to her mind. Kicked him square in the dick and punched him in the nose, breaking it. He screamed in pain while she walked off, but she didn't care. She walked with her head held high and went to the only place that she hoped would welcome her with open arms and even a job.

After walking for what seemed hours, she finally showed up at the entrance of a mixed martial arts gym run by her grandfather and his late best friend, Jin Tsukiyama. It was really late at night, around 2 am, but the lights were still on. Carefully pushing the door she made her way inside the warm dim-lit gym and walked towards where the light was coming from. Her eyes caught what seemed to be an office and quickly walked in only to see that no one is there.

"Papa!", she yelled starting to become a bit worried when she didn't get a response. Someone is obviously here. She heard a muffled voice come from the other door in the dimly lit office. Grabbing a steel rod that laid loose on the floor, she walked towards the door "Papa Russ, it's me! You're only granddaughter, Foxy!"

"Didn't know Russell had a granddaughter-", Melanie screamed and swung the steel rod so hard she could've knocked the person's head off. Instead, she hit the office chair in front of her and it flew across the room. She gripped the rod like a baseball bat and looked at who the voice belonged to. Some white boy. He stood at about 5'3 with his hands in his pockets wearing a tired, irritated, but also alert face. He was wearing black sweats, a white t-shirt, and his hair was styled in an undercut but it looked like bedhead so it was clear that he just woke up. His grey-cut-shaped eyes stared her down as if he was ready for any attack to come his way. He started to walk towards her, but her grip got tighter on the steel rod and she prepared herself to swing again.

"You better not stop another foot towards me, shorty. I'll knock your head clean off", The stoic man rolled his eyes, but he did stop walking so he wouldn't scare her. "Now, who are you and where is my papa?"

The man licked his lips and ran his hands over his face to wake himself up. Deciding against telling his name to the girl, he pointed towards the door that she previously heard the muffles. She side-eyed him and walked towards the door. This gave the man an opportunity to overlook her features. Her clothes were soaking wet as well as her curly hair. The red sweats she sported were beginning to look blood-red, her long sleeve black shirt clung to her arms and chest like it was permanently attached to her skin, water drops slid down her chubby cheeks and down her neck. Her brown eyes seemed a bit dull, and as a whole her body language was tired but she mustered up enough strength to attack if needed. The man looked her over once more before connecting his eyes to the door she was walking towards.

"L! YOU AWAKE IN THERE BOY!?", A deep voice behind the door boomed. She noticed it was the sound of her papa. She dropped the rod, flung the door open, and wrapped her soaking wet arms around her papa's warm body.

He was standing in shock, wondering why his granddaughter was hugging him while she was soaking wet at 2 am. He hugged her back briefly and pulled her back to study her face. She was tired, her eyes were dull, her face was long, and her body looked so tired. He grimaced at her wet clothes and looked at the stoic man. The man knew that Russ wanted for her to have some warm clothes so he departed and went to get what was requested.

"What you doing here at almost 3 in the morning, little girl? Your momma ain't call me, I mean she never does but she would at least tell me if you were coming at the devil's hour."

The young mother dropped her arms from her grandpa and looked at the ground trying to hold back her tears. She was scared. This is the last place she could turn to and if he rejects her now, she would have no one. Even though she is scared, she knew better than to lie about something like this. If he does decide to reject her, she would move along and let the universe decide her next steps. She took a deep breath and looked at her grandfather dead in his eyes.

"I'm pregnant. Momma kicked me out and the baby's father doesn't want anything to do with me. I would really appreciate it if you could let me stay with you and help me through this. Now if you don't want to help I'll just take some warm clothes and lea-"

"Shut the hell up," Her face went from serious to shocked hearing her papa tell her to shut up. "Don't ever put me in the same box as your mother. I would never turn my back on you. Now yes, you are in a serious situation but you are my only granddaughter and I couldn't bear the thought of you or my grandbaby getting hurt in these streets. Now L went to get you some warm clothes, I just gotta find a place for you to lay your hea-"

"She can sleep in my bed. I'm not going back to sleep anyway. Pregnant women need to sleep in a bed not a futon, Russell.", Foxy turned her head to the stoic man who is now standing a foot away from her. She glared at him, but it softened when she saw the clothes in his hand. She gently took them and looked down slightly inspecting them.

"You weren't supposed to hear that.", the young girl mumbled, fiddling with the string on the dry sweats. The raven-haired man rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Tch, the walls are thin. You can't keep a secret even if you tried. I laid down some new sheets and extra blankets. I put a towel on top so you can shower. You smell like shit.", L walked past the both of them and sat behind the empty office desks occupying himself on the computer. She began to say something until her grandfather turned her towards the door.

"That's just how he talks. Don't worry, when you get to know him more you'll get used to it and understand why. Now go take a shower and get some rest. Oh, and everyone got a job around here, so you'll be our new receptionist.", he patted his granddaughter on the back in a loving way why she smiled at him appreciatively. They exchanged "I love you's" and she went to end off her rough night leaving the two men alone.

Russell turned his head to L, whose head was leaned back against the chair, and his eyes closed. Russell knew the 19-year-old wasn't asleep so he decided to bring the most important thing to his attention.

"Levi," the raven head opened his eyes full alert and turned towards Russell. It wasn't often when the old man used his real name, but when he did the man meant business. "Whenever I ain't here, look after my grandbaby and her little one. She means the world to me. If a woman named Rhonda Smalls comes up in here looking for her, don't let her step past that desk out front. That's that girl crazy controlling ass momma. She already drove my son to his grave, she ain't gon kill my babygirl too. You understand me, boy?"

"Tu as ma parole, Russell." You have my word, Russell.

December 31st, 1999

5 months pregnant

"You never told me your last name, Levi."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are a nosey little shit?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you're too small to be acting so damn big?"

"Trust me, ma chérie, I'm big enough where it counts. Now, why don't you go rest them swollen feet and tend to those three customers that just came through the doors instead of harassing me while I'm training."

Foxy, well Levi now knows her real name is Melanie, looked at him with big eyes. Levi just smirked and glanced at her while still sending uppercuts to the punching bag. Just as much as she loved annoying him, he loved making her flustered by the little slick things he said to her. She huffed and mumbled "ole freaky, short, French-speaking motherfucker" thinking he wouldn't hear her, but he did, he just chose not to confront her. She waddled over to her desk and tended to two parents and their son who seemed to want to know more about the facility.

Over the past five months, Melanie and Levi have grown closer and have developed their own special relationship. They weren't in love or anything but they were happy and appreciated each other's presence. After the rainy night when Melanie first stumbled in, Levi was distant. He didn't know how to deal with a pregnant woman, let alone a pregnant woman that was the granddaughter of his trainer. He didn't break his word to Russell while keeping this distance though. He would never lead Russell on like that. Levi would do subtle things like make her favorite drink and leave it by her bedside, made her a plate of food when he cooked, leave her favorite snacks by her bedside when she was running low, he would help her with some of the receptionist tasks that seemed a bit more difficult for her, and he even comes with her to her monthly check-ups to make sure the baby was healthy and growing properly. The doctors always asked if he was the father, but Melanie always told them he was just a really good friend. At first, he was doing it simply for Russell, but the more he was around her he began to do these things purely because he wanted to whether Russell told him to or not. After one encounter though, he finally realized the true reason he did these things for her.....

~Flashback~

November 15th, 1999

4 months pregnant

It was around 8 at night and Melanie was trying to organize the sparring partners for training the next day, but it has proven to be difficult when she didn't know a lick about any of the fighters fighting styles and techniques. She sighed and decided to ask the only other person that could help her since her grandfather was dead asleep to the world. She waddled to the man's room and softly knocked on his door.

"Leviiiii", she sang

No response.

"Leviiiiiiiii", she sang a bit longer.

No response, but a shuffle behind the door is heard.

"I really need help with matching the sparring partners for tomorrrrrr-wooooah," The door was flung open and Melanie was met with a sight that she wasn't afraid to acknowledge. A shirtless Levi with gray sweats hanging around his hips and a gold chain around his neck. "You can grate cheese on them bad boys. I bet all the girlies around the way like you, white boy."

Levi looked at the pregnant woman with a neutral face, but if you looked closely his ears were tinted red. He rolled his eyes and walked around the woman and made his way to her desk. He grimaced at the messy papers and decided he'll organize it tomorrow for her. She sat down next to him and began to show him what she had so far.

"Okay so at first I put Reece with Zolch, but then I was like no because Zolch is an unpredictable maniac. Oh, and I was thinking that you maybe you and that Smith cat have different partners other than yourselves. I just need help with Ross, Dazai, LoveHeart, and Archie. I think that-", Levi interrupted her by taking the papers from her small hands and looked over her pairings.

She huffed and mumbled "well shit" under her breath at the sudden interruption. Levi interrupted her for two reasons, 1) her pairings were horrible besides Reece and Zolch. Fighting an unpredictable fighter keeps the opponent on their toes and forces them to use new techniques. 2) He was beginning to stare at her a bit too long. Levi found Melanie beautiful. Ethereal if you say. She reminded him of his mother with her caring, outgoing, and strong personality. She gave him an innocent, child-like view of life despite the things she has been through. He didn't get along with a lot his age besides his close friends Erwin and Farlan, so when Melanie peaked his interests it genuinely shocked him in more ways than one. She is a special girl and he wonders why anyone would treat her any less. But then again, the world is shitty and doesn't care how special you are.

"Reece and Zolch are good. He needs to stop using the same shitty technique and give his opponent a surprise. Zolch is unpredictable but she strategic with her moves. Smith is with me 'cause I like whooping his ass. Seeing those thick-ass eyebrows makes me want to throw him across the ring. Dazai is similar to Zolch but he's more on the wild side and doesn't think his moves through. Put him with Ross. He's more strategic and it'll make Dazai think instead of going in the fucking ring blind like a shithead. Archie-", A sharp gasp was let out by the woman, interrupting him. He focused his attention on her while she looked down at her stomach trying to make sure she felt what she felt.

"You okay? You need to lay down or some-"

"It kicked...." she gasped.

Levi's eyes grew big, shocked at the girl's words. The baby kicked? That little fucker in her stomach kicked her. He looked at her face and saw the biggest smile he has ever seen. The baby must have kicked again because she began to get giddier and she even squealed.

"Oh my goooood, Levi, my baby is kicking! Oh my god, oh my gooood, I'm gonna cry. I'm gonna fucking cry! Levi, feel it, oh my god!", Melanie exclaimed in pure joy.

Melanie snatched his hand and rested it where the baby was kicking. His face grew warmer and his eyes grew even bigger at the sudden contact between him and the baby. Feeling the same outline of a foot against his hand made him grow warm inside. He never felt like this and needless to say. he liked the feeling. He felt a connection with the baby as well as Melanie. He felt like everything was alright in the world when he was with her.

"Wow.........that little shit is really moving, huh?", he voiced in astonishment. Melanie playfully punched him in the shoulder.

"My baby is not a little shit, you dick.", Melanie scoffed while letting go of his wrist, leaning back against the chair. Levi never moved his hand away though. He gently rubbed her stomach and occasionally felt a little kick to his hand.

"Yes, they are. And they gonna be a shitty baby. Shitting left and right. Hell, they probably shitting in there right now.", Melanie laughed at how he sounded so serious even though he was clearly joking.

"Boy shut up. What's up with you and shit? Was that your first word as a kid?", she questioned as she cocked her head to the side.

"Actually no. My first word was 'fuck'. My uncle used every swear word in the book around me. 'Shit' is just a good way to describe everything around me. This shitshow of a neighborhood, this shitty gym, my shitty career, your shitty ass.", Melanie gasped.

"I ain't fucking shitty. Take that shit back.", Levi shook his head, still focused on her belly.

"I ain't taking shit back, shitty. You make the bathroom stink.", Levi playfully scoffed.

"Fuck you, no I don't. That be Papa. He more shitty than me and you combined.", she huffed.

They both laughed at their "shitty" comments before falling into a comfortable silence. Melanie took this time to admire him. He looked soft, at peace. He had a look of warmth while keeping his attention on her stomach. His grey eyes sparkled under the moonlight and she swore she saw a smile fall on his lips. The feeling of his warm hand against her stomach made her feel warm inside. She always felt warm around him. She felt like everything was alright in the world when she was with him. She liked him and she didn't have a problem with these feelings.

Eventually, Levi looked up and they made eye contact. At first, he was in shock because, why was she staring at him? Then his stare softened and he decided to take this moment in. Everything felt warm on this cold LA night with her. Nothing could go wrong right at this moment because she was right here. That's when he realized. He liked her. He liked her personality, he liked her smile, he liked her chubby cheeks, he liked the mole that was under her eye, he liked her presence overall.

"Levi..." Melanie mumbled.

He blinked and floated back down to reality.

"Hmmm," he hummed deep in his throat.

"You know, you ummm, you just said all that out loud?", she spoke out nervously.

On the outside, Levi remained with a neutral face, but on the inside, his brain went on flatline. He felt like a demon just sucked his soul right out of his body. If he was alone right now he would most likely give himself the most brutal beating in history. He couldn't stay quiet for long so he attempted to express himself. That was one thing he knew he couldn't do, but he will try, for her. He cleared his throat and sat up slightly moving his hand away from Melanie's stomach.

"I got shitty feelings for you, so what? You gonna throw it back in my face or something?", he sounded very intimidating, but Melanie knew a nervous face when she saw one. This face was just easier to read because he was terrible at hiding the blush on his ears.

She smirked at kept the eye contact they had been having. She leaned a bit closer to his face and, yes, that made his heart fall to his ass. Their faces were now inches apart and Levi anticipated what the doe-eyed woman would do next.

"What if I had shitty feelings for you too?", He was silent. She understands that Levi wasn't the best at expressing himself through words, unless it's by accident of course, so she remained silent as well waiting for a silent gesture.

Ever so slowly, his forehead came and rests against Melanie's, causing her eyes to flutter closed. His minty breath tickled her lips making her shiver in anticipation. He reached out to touch her, laying his hand right on her neck, caressing it gently. His touch was so warm, so tender, so light. She never felt anything like it before.

"Levi...." she breathed.

Levi's caress on her neck turned into a light grip, easing her lips to come closer to his. When his lips barely brushed hers, she couldn't help the sharp inhale she took. So light and so soft. She wanted the full thing. He let out an unstable breath and fully connected his lips to hers. His lips were soft and surprisingly supple, which was a beautiful compliment to his otherwise hard body. She could kiss him all day and all night if she could. The kiss that started out passionate and deep turned slow and lazy as time passed. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer, not wanting this to end. His hands gripped her thighs and a soft moan escaped him when she began to idly play with his hair. This made her laugh softly and end the kiss much to his disappointment. They rest their foreheads against each other's and just stared lovingly into each other's eyes.

~End of Flashback~

After the confession and kiss, Melanie and Levi began to date. They've only been dating for a month and a half, but this was the best month and a half of his life as well as hers. They didn't care what anyone thought. People around the gym knew that Levi was not the real father of Melanie's baby and often wondered why he would date a pregnant woman. In all honesty, he didn't care that she was pregnant. No matter if they dated or not, he was going to be in her child's life because she genuinely wanted him there and he genuinely wanted to be there. Whether he was announced as an uncle, big brother, godfather, or even stepfather he was going to be there because he cared for her child just as much as he cared for Melanie herself.

March 1st, 2000

8 months pregnant

She relaxed her aching pregnant body in the warm bath, feeling all the knots begin to loosen. Her last-minute and very active baby shower just ended an hour ago and being able to relax after being entertained by the select people she cared about, felt like heaven. Babygirl was due in a month and Melanie is so excited, but she is not excited about the pain she has to endure. Babygirl has been pushing against her uterus causing Melanie to be in more pain and even stop her receptionist gig. Even with all the pain, she truly couldn't wait to hold her little girl.

"Lean back, dummy.", Melanie rolled her eyes at the man she was currently sharing a bath with, but she leaned back flush against his chest.

Levi suggested sharing a warm bath would help put her body at ease and while it did she also thinks Levi wanted to see her naked for the first time. Handsome perv. He rested his chin on top of her hair that was slicked into a low bun with messy coiled tendrils sticking out. He softly caressed her swollen stomach, hoping it was easing her pain.

"You liked the baby shower?", Levi questioned the woman who rested against his body.

"Yes. It was a pleasant surprise despite the fact that I ain't want one. But I ain't ungrateful so I appreciate you and papa doing that for me.", she turned her head up and smiled at him while he glared down.

"Tch. I planned and decorated everything, all your grandfather did was call everyone to come. I think I deserve a bit more thanks than him, yeah?", He whispered, leaning down, and pressing his lips on hers and she didn't hesitate to kiss back. They moved together slowly before pulling back and staring at each other.

"Thought of any names for her?", Melanie shook her head no and smiled.

"I might just name her after Papa's first wife, Diedra. I find the name beautiful. It's unique.", Levi hummed in agreement. He grabbed the towel that was floating in the water, lathered it with soap, and began to wash her stomach and anywhere else he could reach.

He was silent, too silent. Something was wrong and Melanie was sure of it. Was it bad? Was it good but a bad outcome would come out of it. It didn't make her nervous, but it did worry her. Levi never had a problem talking about things since they now have been together for 4 months and counting. He opened up to her about his mother, his uncle, his life on the streets, him getting shot, and being affiliated with the Crips. When he told her that, at first, she thought he was kidding. But the solemn look on his face proved that he wasn't fucking around. Whatever he was about to say, she hoped that it won't be too horrible to hear.

"Tell me. You a lil too quiet for me and it's making me worry. You in trouble or something?", he chuckled and she felt his head shake no.

"It's funny how you can tell the difference between my good silence and bad silence," Melanie hummed in agreement, "It's actually good news and bad news. The good news, I landed a big fight. One that could really get my name out there in MMA. If it goes well, I'll be lining up fights left and right and I'll be getting a hefty check-"

Melanie squealed switching her position to kneel in front of him, splashing some of the warm water over the tub. She gripped his face and brought him closer, covering his face with kisses. Levi laughed softly, letting Melanie do as she pleased.

"That's so great, boo, I'm so proud of you! But you did say bad news so, come on. Tell me so I can cry and blame the hormones.", Melanie chuckled softly.

Levi sighed. Shifting positions again, they were now sitting in the lotus position, with Levi's hands resting on her lower back and Melanie's around his neck. Levi stayed silent for a couple more seconds easing himself to tell her the destination of said fights. She placed a kiss on his nose to reassure him that everything was fine and she would completely understand what was going to be revealed.

"My first fight is gonna be in New York and I have to leave on the 31st of this month. At first, I had to leave in a week, but I told the agent to give me until the end of the month so I can be there for you and the baby. I might be doing a lot of fights in different states at that.", Levi looked a bit dejected about leaving Melanie and the baby, but Melanie didn't. She had other plans in mind.

"We'll come with you.", Levi looked at Melanie like she just said Babygirl was his daughter.

"Wha- No, you can't just up and leave like that with the baby. It's gonna be a lot of traveling and I don't want you or her getting sick. And what about the old ma-", Melanie hushed Levi with a kiss on lips. When Levi settled, she pulled away and gave him a weak smile.

"I want to. Levi, you are so special to me. This has been the happiest 4 months of my life and I can't even imagine spending a day without you. And what's so bad about me coming? It's not like I got anything here with me anyways besides Papa. I ain't got no home and I never did. Until I met you," She cupped his reddening cheeks and gently caressed her thumbs over them, "Levi, what I'm saying is that-that I love you so much. I know 4 months ain't enough to develop such deep feelings, but it's just enough for me. I want to be everywhere with you. Just the three of us, baby."

She took one of his hands that were gripping the absolute shit out of her thigh and rested it on her stomach where Diedra resided. Levi was at a loss for words. She loves him? She was this bold to tell him now. In the dead of the night. This absolute angel wanted to be wherever he was? He couldn't believe it, but he enjoyed this. Someone loving him. It felt so.....right. He felt loved, something that he hasn't felt since he was 10-years-old. Many women have told Levi that they loved him, but they only said it to get something out of him. With Melanie, it poured out of her like a warm light. It felt real, and he felt the same way. He just stared at her frozen like an idiot trying to make sure he was in the right world. What snapped him out of his trance was the small kick to his hand. He looked down, then looked back up to Melanie's teary eyes.

"Wait, why are you crying? Don't fucking cry," He cupped her cheeks and pecked her lips excessively, "I love you, ma cherie. And I love the little shit, too. I was just shocked 's all."

She nodded wiping her tears, giving him a strained smile.

"If you really want to, you can come to every fight with me. I'm just worried, you know? People and their shitty germs being all around you and her," he grimaced, "And then the men. I swear if any of those sweaty, meathead fucks try to push up on you they better hope they don't get in the ring with me. It'll be their last fucking day walking."

"Oooooh I love it when you threaten people for my honor.", Melanie whispered while biting her lip.

Levi chuckled, playfully pushing her forehead back.

"Don't start all that 'cause as soon as I get to touching you start going 'noooo my stomach too big', 'what if your dick hits the baby head?', 'when you eat me out, I won't be able to see your head cause her big-headed ass is in the way'. Like you know I don't care about any of that. You were beautiful when I first saw you and you look beautiful now.", The pregnant woman gave Levi a stank face.

"Don't start all that sappy shit just cause we confessed. Where the grumpy, rude, old, but very much young man I first met?", she asked, flicking water in his face. Levi flinched at the impact and gave Melanie a straight face.

"He fell in love with your shitty ass."

"FUCK YOU BITCH!"

March 31st, 2000

9 months pregnant ( 4 days overdue)

"Papa, me and Diedra are fine...Haha, no I feel fine, besides her pressing against my uterus, I'm good enough to attend his fight...Levi? Oh, he's.... he's pretty mad, I think. He's been really quiet since we got back from the conference, just pacing around and punching his fist. I think that Arlert nigga said something to piss him off......Yeah, I'll talk to him. Make sure he doesn't let whatever he said hang over him too much.....We love you too, papa. Bye..."

Melanie hung up the phone and turned to a zoned-out Levi. He's been quiet all morning and she feels the slight anger radiating off of him. It's his first big fight compared to his amateur fights and him getting angry is not the best thing right now. Levi is going to be fighting against a well-known fighter, Aaron Arlert. He isn't a top-tier fighter but he made it in the Top 20 in less than a year due to his strategic and quick moves. He is also well known for being an arrogant, manipulative, misogynistic prick, that allegedly cheats on his wife who takes care of their young son. Levi did not want to fight him to be his first fight. He hates people like Aaron. People who think they're all that and feel that they are entitled to everything. People that are controlling and don't care about anyone's feelings. People constantly disrespect women, but always expect them to grovel at their feet. People like his father.

At first, Levi finally processed and calmed himself over the fact that he is going to fight Aaron Arlet and he will, hopefully, lay him on his ass. Unfortunately, Levi got angered all over again nearing the end of the conference when Aaron said something fetishizing and degrading about Melanie to him. Of course, when Aaron said such a thing in his ear during the handshake he didn't say anything, but he did give him the deadliest glare that spoke the words "I'm going to fucking kill you." Levi did not tell Melanie any of what Aaron said. Why? Because and angry Melanie meant a stressed Melanie and he didn't want to stress her to the point that her water broke right before the fight. Also because Melanie is a violent person, like really violent. No, he has not seen Melanie fight, but she has told him stories of altercations she had when attending middle and high school. Let's just say, she is a weapon grabber and won't stop hitting until she sees blood. The same way Levi used to fight before he got into mixed martial arts. They really are a match made in heaven.

"Baby......Boo......Poohbear......PoohPooh......Shorty......Shortstack......SHITHEAD!?? GODDAMN, YOU DON'T HEAR ME TALKING?, " Levi turned to an annoyed Melanie, "I gotta insult your ass for you to hear me now? Anyways, are you good, baby? Did that nigga say something to piss my baby off-"

"Stop, Melanie", Levi sighed, "He did say something, but I'm not telling you. Just know it reminds me of something my father would say. I'll just beat the shit out of him so bad he'll never step foot in the fucking ring again."

Melanie sighed before standing up and waddling towards him until she was standing right in front of him. She ran her hands up his naked chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. He looked down at her short stature and chuckled a bit.

"You're so short, ma cherie.", He mumbled before planting a soft peck to her lips.

"You only 2 inches taller, baby, don't get bigheaded," she moved her hands to rest upon his cheeks, "Don't let what he said cloud your thoughts, baby. I want you to go in that ring with a clear head. 'Cause if you don't, the anger will blind you and that's what he wants. You are smarter than that. You are stronger than that. You are Levi fucking Ackerman and you are gonna make a name for yourself in that goddamn ring and you are gonna kick his fucking ass. 'Cause if you don't, I'm gonna kick your ass."

Levi groaned throwing his head back.

"Fuuuuck, I love it when you threaten me, baby.", he muttered against her lips, biting the bottom one softly.

Melanie shivered and jumped back.

"Stop before you make my water break, being all seductive and shit."

"Ew, stay away, pissy."

"IT'S NOT PEE! IT'S AMNIOTIC FLUID!"

March 31st, 2000

Night of the fight

It's the final round of Levi's first fight and it was a struggle to watch. The first was going well. Levi was using quick moves, thinking on his feet, not letting Aaron get a hit in. He had a clear head. But Melanie noticed Aaron whisper something to Levi that made his eyes turn dark. She doesn't what he said, but Levi was not the type to get rattled easily so she knew that it was something that hit close to home. Meanwhile, Levi knew that the bastard was just saying things to get under his skin, but just hearing him disrespect Melanie when he was a whole wife and child just grinds his gears. He shows that he has no regard for the ones that love him. He's selfish. This made Levi turn blind and almost lose his mind in the second round.

Levi staggered to his corner breathing heavily. He wasn't thinking straight and he knows that if he keeps going he is going to lose. He was going to lose everything.

"Levi! LEVI FUCKING ACKERMAN," The said man looked up and turned around to see his very angry, pregnant, girlfriend waddling to the gate of the ring, "Tell me what he said right now! It's pissing you off so bad so you need to say it right now-"

"He was disrespecting you and saying some fetishizing shit about you. Saying how it must have been nice to fuck a black girl and knock her up. And other shit that I don't want to repeat cause it doesn't feel right coming out of my mouth. I know what he saying isn't true but, fuck, it's really fucking with me-", Melanie yelled Levi's name again making him go quiet.

"I know this irritates you, but Levi, I could give two fucks about what that racist, white, fuck has to say about me. I've heard worst from the fucking crackheads and prostitutes on 120th and Fig. You need to stop thinking about me. Okay? Clear your head, pull out your best strategies then pull out the hard-hitters when he least expects it. If you wanna defend my honor and your morals, do it, but don't be fucking stupid and let your anger blind you. Be smart about it, please. Baby, you gotta win this.", she was teary-eyed and holding her stomach, trying to calm herself.

Levi bit his lip looking at a stressed Melanie. He avoided telling her so he wouldn't stress her out, but it ended up stressing her even more. He kissed her forehead before leaning back and looking into her eyes.

"I'll win. And then we can go home and celebrate.", They smiled at each other and the signal rang, gaining attention that the final round was starting.

Levi and Aaron were circling around each other, throwing false attacks. Win, win, win. That's all Levi was thinking at the moment. Aaron, being the cocky arrogant bastard that he is, is just waiting for Levi with a smirk. He seems so unbothered like he is so sure that he can win. He sees Levi's height as a disadvantage, but what he doesn't know is that his height is actually something he should be concerned about. Levi's height makes it easier for him to get his opponent in hard-to-reach places.

Aaron finally makes the first move, first throwing his right fist towards Levi's left jaw. Levi saw it coming so he blocked the hit with his left forearm and sent a kick straight to Aaron's left rib cage, making him lose his balance a bit. That's how it went for the first 3 minutes of the fight. Swing, block, kick, blood splatter, repeat. Both of their moves were calculated and quick, leaving the audience in awe and anticipation wondering who was going to talk the crown and win. Standing near the gate of the ring, Melanie was looking at the fight closely looking over Levi's spent body. Come on baby, you can do this. She was nervous but she knew her man wouldn't just lay down and lose. And lose was something he never did.

At this time Aaron had managed to make Levi stumble down on the floor, taking this as an advantage to get on top of him. Big mistake. Even with Aaron getting on top of Levi, Levi was quick. He knew exactly how to get from under someone or at least beat someone's ass while that person is on top. Before Aaron could get any damaging hit on the smaller man, Levi locked his legs around Aaron and mustered up the strength to flip them over. Levi began releasing a series of punches to Aaron's face, leaving him no time to block his head or face. Before the ref could even run to them Aaron delivered a punch to Levi's rib then one to his jaw, making him roll off of Aaron. They both stood up quickly, coming towards each other. Aaron tried to make a quick kick to Levi's side but it seemed to be a bit slow. Catching him by the ankle, Levi kept a tight grip and planted several punches to Aaron's knee. Then a crack was heard. Levi instantly dropped his ankle and stepped looking at the injured man, rolling on the floor in pain.

Levi wasn't expecting him to break his leg, but he didn't care. All he cared about was the feeling of the ref lifting up his right arm and hearing the announcers saying Levi won the biggest fight of his life followed by the cheers of support. His face was neutral but on the inside, he was in utter shock. He knew he was going to lay Aaron on his face but to actually see him on the floor, brings him satisfaction. Snapping out of his clouded mind, he turns to find Melanie clapping her hands screaming in happiness that he won. He met her at the side of the gate she was on and smiled down at her.

"You fucking did that shit babe! You really broke his leg, oh my god! I'm so proud of yo- OH MY GOD", Melanie put a hand right under her stomach and started to breathe heavily while looking down. She looked up at Levi in awe, "M-my water just broke in the middle of a goddam MMA stadium. Oh shit!"

Melanie began to lose balance, luckily someone caught her and sat her on the floor. Levi ran to the gate opening and snatched it open so hard it nearly broke. He pushed people out the way and squatted next to his exhausted girlfriend. She grabbed his bloody hand, not caring about the mess, just wanting to feel his skin on hers.

"Melanie, we have to get to the hospit-", Melanie shook her head harshly, taking deep breathes, "I can't, it fucking hurts! She's not gonna wait, baby, she's coming now."

Levi groaned, not liking the fact that she's gonna give birth in such an unsanitary place, but he can't force her to move. He settled behind her and shifted her body to mean against his chest. When finally situated, he looked up at the crowd around him. It ticked him off.

"Is there a fucking doctor in this crowd or do you all just look fucking stupid?!", Levi said through his gritted teeth, while caressing his girlfriend's stomach.

A woman stumbled to the front and presented herself in front of the couple with towels and a bag of ice.

"I'm a surgeon, but my girlfriend is an OB/GYN. I can call her and she can walk me and you two through the labor while the ambulance is on their way?", Levi nodded and motioned for her to get down here and help, "Keep her cool with this ice. And you ma'am, I want you to take deep breathes and keep your breathing leveled. I don't want you to pass out or anything."

They both followed her directions and tried to calm themselves while the woman called her girlfriend. After two hours of screaming, crying, and cussing, the cry of a baby was finally heard throughout the stadium. The surgeon quickly cleaned the baby and wrapped her in a towel, but not before screaming out "ITS A GIRL!". Melanie and Levi already knew Diedra was a girl but they figured the woman announced it because everyone in the stadium was interested. Everyone cheered and congratulated the happy couple while still giving them space so they can bask in their new chapter in life.

"Here's your beautiful baby girl", The woman, whose name is Nastasia according to her girlfriend that blurted it out over the phone, handed Melanie her baby girl, "The ambulance is making their way downstairs, so you'll be transported soon.

Melanie thanked the woman even though her eyes were focused on her daughter. She's beautiful. My beautiful Diedra. Melanie slightly turned her head to look at the expression on Levi's face and laughed to see it in disgust. The baby was a bit slimy if you can say, but even with the slight disgust on his face he wiped the blood off her forehead and carefully took the baby from Melanie.

"Hey, mini shitty-", He didn't even flinch when Melanie flicked him in the head, "Your momma right here loves you so much. So do I. As your- your umm step-"

"No, as Diedra's father", Levi froze in shock. He slowly looked up at Melanie to see if she was serious. She was, "She's your daughter, I don't care. You didn't have to step up, but you did, so you're her father and I couldn't ask for a better person to be called that."

Levi was astonished. He has always seen Diedra as a daughter but never spoke it out loud to avoid overstepping any boundaries. Especially with Diedra's real father. What if he just so happened wanted to step up? It was slim to none but it was still a slim chance. But every time Melanie tried to include him he would just brush her off and tell her to stop playing on his phone. Whereas Levi, he did many things to support Melanie with her pregnancy. He grew to love both Melanie and Diedra dearly. So much that he couldn't see his future without either one of them. The stadium went quiet, along with the ambulance that had managed to get right on time to see Melanie's reaction.

"Marry me.", He stated never shifting his eyes from hers.

"Wha-"

"Marry me. Let's elope right now. We can call a pastor and do it right at the hospital. We can even do it right here for all I care, I know there has got to be someone in here that can marry us. I love you and Diedra, so I don't care. Just marry me please.", Levi said everything so confidently. Melanie was still in shock that Levi even said such a thing just because she said she considers him as Diedra's father.

"MARRY HIM!"

"If she doesn't marry his fine self, I will!"

"Ma'am, I know you are in shock but can you please answer so we can get you and your daughter to the hospital."

The feeling of being picked up and placed on a gurney brought her back down to the real world. Levi placed Diedra in her arms while walking beside her gurney waiting for an answer.

"Of course, I'll marry you, pooh", tears were running down her puffy cheeks, "Sorry I hesitated. I'm overwhelmed right now, especially with her."

They were now riding in the ambulance calming themselves from such a life-changing experience.

"So she's really gonna take me last name huh? I mean Diedra Fox sounds perfect alone.", Levi questioned, looking down at the mini Melanie. He noticed a lack of pigment on Diedra's forehead close to her hairline making a patch of her hair in the front a ghost white. He didn't bring attention to it seeing as Melanie didn't either because it is very noticeable. He felt a hand graze his cheek, so he looked up at her

"How about she takes both? I love my name, but I also love yours. So we can take your last name and still keep ours. Doesn't 'Diedra Fox-Ackerman' sound good?", She smiled down at the Ackerman man.

For the first time she has known Levi, he gave her a big smile nodding. He shifted his gaze, giving a loving look to his semi-white-haired baby girl.

"Ma petite tempête.", he whispered lowly. My little storm

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Girl Who Likes Trolling + Blonde Hero Halfway Across the World = Relationship? (PREQUEL)

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The Bakusquad would never see the day that Bakugo lied. He was a very truthful and blunt person since high school so they are shocked to witness him lying right in their faces at this very moment at their big ages.

"Dude, you do not have a girlfriend."

"Yea, man. Ever since Midoriya announced that he FINALLY asked Uraraka out, you've been on this weird rampage saying you got a girlfriend before him."

"You don't have to beat Midobro at everything, Bakubro."

Bakugou was infuriated at their reactions. Why would he lie? Sure, it was horrible timing, but he was for sure telling the truth. He has been dating you for about a year now.

"Okay wait guys. Say Bakugou is telling the truth. Why have we never met her?"

Bakugou huffed at Mina and the rest of the guys, "She lives in the fucking states. We have been talking online."

"So, not only have we never met her, you never met her either."

"I FUCKING HAVE!"

You and Katsuki have been talking online since you guys first met. Facetiming, texting, talking over the phone, the whole nine. You both have been pushing off the idea of meeting each other face to face because for one, you're scared to go out of the country since you have been living in the states your entire life. Just travel jitters. Now Katsuki on the other hand is worried about his friends and family. They like to tease him and he is kind of embarrassed of them because of their cringe-worthy activities and the teasing that both of you would endure. He loves his friends dearly (would never admit that to their faces) but their reactions were so dramatic. But he does feel like the year has been dragged on and he really wants to feel your presence.

"Bro, pictures and phone calls is not meeting them. You could be getting catfished by a 50-year-old white man that likes talking to 22-year-old blonde heroes." Denki laughed out. The others joined in and Bakugou just got even more irritated.

"Shut the hell up, dunce face.", he grumbled, aggressively picking at his food.

"Okay, can we see a picture of this 'girlfriend'?", Sero drawled out doing air quotes when he said, girlfriend.

You didn't have a tendency to send Bakugou pictures, you guys facetimed plenty, and you were kind of camera shy. The Facetime pictures he has taken of you were very personal so he didn't want to expose you like that. Plus you were very lazy with constant social media posting, so your personal Instagram had a total of two pictures, one of them being your cat, Killua.

"She doesn't post often and she's camera shy.", Bakugo huffed out knowing that this was not gonna end well.

"Yeeeaaaa, this is not going in your favor buddy.", Denki sighed

"Bakugou this ongoing competition with Izuku is going too far, bro. Let's just stick to you trying to beat him at becoming the number one hero, nothing else, kay?", Sero said patting Bakugou on the back. He growled at the three laughing and running off, while Kirishima stayed behind to talk to him.

"You're telling the truth aren't you?"

"Duh, Shitty Hair. I don't have to lie about having a fucking girlfriend. I'm a good fucking catch goddammit."

Kirishima laughed at his best friend before patting him on the back as well.

"Yes, you are, bro. So," Kirishima bumped shoulders with a now grumpy Bakugou as they walked out the cafe, "when are we all gonna meet your special girl?"

Bakugou wouldn't admit this to everyone else but he was actually nervous to fly you out to Japan. His friends were overdramatic as fuck when it comes to him and his mom and dad, well they got a brief introduction of you when his mom busted into his apartment unannounced when he was on Facetime with you. He immediately hung up after his mom asked how the hell you were able to tolerate how much of a dickhead he is. So Bakugou just gave him the best answer he could think of at the moment.

"I don't know."

-

"Kat?"

"Hmm?"

"How do you feel about meeting me?", you ask in a nervous voice while looking at him through the illuminated phone screen. It was daytime in Japan and he seemed to be walking up the steps to his apartment. You sat in your darkroom, snorting a bit when he grumbled as a reaction to your question. He made his way into his apartment and immediately propped his phone against a box of cereal.

"Meet? We been meeting for a year now", he grumbled taking off his jacket.

"You know what I meant, stupid", you huffed, "How do you feel about me coming to Japan?"

Katsuki ran a hand down his face, sighing. It honestly made you nervous. Was he ashamed? Were his friends racist? Did his family not approve of him dating because of his hero status? Katsuki noticed the drop in your face and was quick to reassure you.

"Hey, hey, don't look so down. I'm not ashamed of you. Hell, why would I be, you're fucking gorgeous. I'm a lucky son of bitch. I'm kind of glad you brought it up because those fucking idiots-

"Your friends, Kat.", you laughed

"Shut up. They have a tendency to have overdramatic ass reactions to stuff they have never seen me do. Right now, they think I'm lying about you being my girlfriend. Besides Shitty Hair."

Now you're confused. Why would they think Bakugo would be lying about something like that?

"Why do they think you're lying?"

Bakugou huffed and sat down on the island and proceeded to tell you the whole situation. By the end, you had been laughing and shaking your head at the nonsense. I mean, hearing it from the outside, you could say that Bakugou mentioning you was very terrible timing. Of course, they would think he was lying. He decided to drop the bomb right after his rival/childhood best friend announced they finally got the girl they had been pining after since high school.

"Babe, your timing was fucking terrible, imma tell you that now.", you finally got out after your laughing fit.

"Shut the hell up. What made you ask in the first place?" Bakugou moved you both to his room.

"No reason. I MIGHT be coming to Japan for a photoshoot in the next couple of months. It's not a for sure thing though.", Bakugou rolled his eyes, mood kind of dimming since you said it wasn't a for sure thing. You were always busy since you were a uni student and also a well-known photographer.

Now you weren't lying about the photoshoot in Japan. But you did lie about the traveling in a couple of months. You had actually bought a ticket to Japan to stay out there for about two weeks. You just wanted to surprise Bakugou is all.

"KiKi."

"No. Hell no. Eeeww. Don't call me that shit."

You ignored his statement because the blush on his cheeks says otherwise.

"I love you, KiKi"

"......Watashi mo itoshite iru yo." I love you, too

-

Even though you bought the ticket, you have no idea whatsoever what building, dorm, even the damn city he was in. What you did have was his Instagram and Bakugou only followed 2 people. You and Kirishima, his best friend. Now you knew it was a risk that Kirishima would not believe you and would probably think you were a weirdo trying to get clout but you really wanted to surprise your boyfriend. So you messaged Kirishima and provided some receipts of your identity.

"Hey, you don't know me, but I'm Katsuki's girlfriend and I'm surprising him next week by flying out there and I was wondering if you could help me. And here is some evidence if you are having doubts that I am his girlfriend-"

You insert a very innocent 30-second clip recorded from your phone of you and Bakugou on Facetime that occurred on your Macbook. He was teaching you every cuss word in Japanese and laughing every time you flicked him off because you pronounced it wrong.

"Please message me back as soon as you can. I really want to plan this out perfectly and since you are one of his best friends, I figured you would be the best person to ask for help."

Not even 2 minutes pass and a ping from your phone echoes through the room. You go to check it and you see Kirishima liked the video and responded back.

"Anything to help Bakugou's, special lady. What day do you touch down?"

Your plan is fully in action.

-

The whole week had been hectic for you and your boyfriend. You, worrying about getting assignments and photoshoots, making sure everything was in plan with Kirishima, and getting your bags and things together, before your vacation to Japan. Bakugo, unlucky on his part but very lucky on your part, has been stacked with work from his university and his internships. Even with both of you being busy, you still texted each other good morning and goodnight texts along with check-ins to make sure each of you wasn't overworking yourselves.

Soon enough the end of the week came and you were on your 12-hour flight from the states to Japan. You just hoped Kirishima kept Bakugo occupied enough that he wouldn't question why you haven't responded to any of his texts for the next 12 hours.

-

"You lot are fucking losers.", Bakugou groaned out.

It was 5pm in Japan right now and the whole squad is out bowling. Since everyone finished their work the squad decided to go out and have a bit of fun. Well besides Bakugou. He was irritated by the fact that you haven't texted him back in hours. He was getting kind of worried because, throughout the whole year of you guys dating, you've never done this. Kirishima was acting weird too. Every time he got a phone call he would leave out of every room that they were in and if his phone went off and it was close to Bakugou he would quickly snatch it out of his line of view. Even right now Kirishima was checking his phone every damn minute.

"Awww Bakugou come on, stop being such a Debbie Downer. Did your "girlfriend" forget to stroke your ego today?", Sero pouted.

"Shut the fuck up, Tape Face. Get out the way, so I could beat your asses in this round."

Everyone laughed at the small bickering. While Bakugou was distracted because of his turn Kirishima felt the vibration of his phone and saw that you texted him.

I'm getting off the plane, you can come now

Kirishima was up in an instant and quickly gathered the rest of his friends in a huddle.

"Guys, keep Bakubro occupied for the next like...hour and a half.", Mina looked at the red-haired boy in confusion.

"Huh? Why? What's going on?", She questioned while peeking over his shoulder to see Bakugo preoccupied with the bowling ball.

"It's a secret. Just keep him occupied and bring him back to his apartment. You guys come up too. I'll text you when everything is ready. Okay? Alright, bye. ", Kirishima rushed out what he said and ran out the bowling alley in a hurry.

The three friends were left in utter confusion but decided to follow through with his plan.

"He's probably pulling a prank on him.", Mina suggested.

"Come on now. Kirishima pulling a prank on Bakugo is like me dropping all my hoes.", Denki said popping his invisible collar.

"Dude, that analogy would be true if you actually had hoes to drop.", Sero sighed.

"... what's an analogy."

-

Keeping Bakugou occupied for 2 hours was like trying to stop a bull from going crazy after seeing the color red. He was so grumpy and he wanted to strangle Kirishima because he had HIS car. The three stooges decided to drag Bakugou to a Karaoke Night and boy did he want his hearing to deteriorate faster. After Denki's terrible cover of Over by Lucky Daye, Bakugou was ready to go home and sleep.

"Are you fuckers done yet? I'm ready to go.", He gritted out of his teeth. The three got nervous and really couldn't think of a way to keep him occupied.

"Awwww Bakugou you can't stay for on-"

"FUCK NO! Either take me home or I'm calling a fucking Uber."

The three were about to stand their ground, but Mina's attention went to her phone.

Sharkboy: Okay bring him now, I know he has one nerve left with you guys lmao

Mina let out a breath of relief, "Alright Bakuboy, let's take your grumpy ass ho-"

He was the first one out the door and sat in the car.

"God I really do hope Kiri isn't pulling a prank on him."

Denki shook his head in distraught, "Yea, we're all gonna die."

-

Kirishima and you had a blast for the 2 hours that you spent together. He was happy to finally meet his best friend's girlfriend and help her plan her grand entrance to Japan. From the whole week of speaking and getting to know you, he can say that you really are a good person and a good partner for his friend. He'll have to remember to ask you if you have a sister that you can hook him up with.

"Kiri, thank you so much, boo. I need more friends like you cause them bitches back in that states would not help me with no shit like this.", you said propping up the flowers and straightening out the plates of Dakdoritang (Korean spicy chicken stew). Of course, you know Bakugou isn't Korean, but this dish was very spicy so you feel he might like it.

You were so nervous that you didn't realize your hands were shaking until Kirishima grabbed them.

"Calm down. You set everything up nice. Bakubro is gonna love it and-"

"YOU SONS OF BITCHES ARE NOT COMING IN MY PLACE. GO HOME!"

"And you need to hide. Hurry go behind the door.", Kirishima said while pushing you to the small corner where the door was.

Kirishima attempted to pull off a natural stance but ended up looking very awkward and suspicious leaning on the counter when his friends barged in with an infuriated Bakugou.

"Dude we just wanna stay for like an hour. You have all the good movies.", Denki said with a nervous smile.

"Plus what is that delicious smell? I need a plate of that." Mina sniffed around getting closer to the kitchen.

"You little shits have 2 seconds to get out of my apartment or I swear my hero license is going to get revoked."

You peeked from behind the door watching your explosive boyfriend interact with his friends. It was really endearing in an aggressive type of way. Bakugou finally noticed all the arrangements on his counter and glared at Kirishima.

"I know I gave you a damn key but that doesn't mean you can come in here and cook all my shit. Matter of fact, why does it look like you're trying to fucking court me or some shit?", He growled at the red-haired man.

"Well, I would hope he isn't trying to court you. You know you mine, Kats."

Bakugou froze at the sound of the smooth voice. It couldn't be you. You weren't supposed to come for possibly another couple of months. His hands were shaking and his focus was the orange-colored dyed chocolate-covered strawberries. He never thought he would hear your voice so clear and so close to him this soon. It almost makes him wanna cry.

"Kats", you slowly walk over to him and grab his shaking hand. You let out a deep sigh, satisfied to feel his warm hands for the first time, "Can you turn around so I can see my pretty boyfriend?"

He huffed, "Don't call me pretty in front of all these losers."

He turned around slowly and looked down at you.

He thought you were pretty on screen, but looking at you know, he sees the most ethereal being to ever grace his red eyes. The way your dark skin contrasted with his tan skin, the way your curls were decorated in a high bun, and your edges rested perfectly swooped on your hairline, the way your eyes practically shined up at him, the way your plumps lips were upturned into a smile. It was like he fell in love all over again. He pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. You tightly hugged him back, taking in his caramel scent.

Kirishima looked like a proud father while Sero, Mina, and Denki were stuck in a state of shock. They all looked at each other and then looked back at the couple.

"Well I'll be damned...", Sero mumbled.

Kirishima laughed and pushed the three stumbling fools out the door, "Come let's leave these lovebirds alone."

"B-But I have q-questio-"

"Not now you don't."

The door shut behind them while you and Bakugou remained holding each other. Then you felt your shoulder getting wet.

"Kat? Baby, are you crying?", You pulled away just a bit so you could see his red face. You wiped the tears off his face while he just stared at you. You smiled and cupped his face.

"You're staring hard as hell, pretty boy."

"Can't help myself. You're a fucking angel", he smirked at you looping his hand around your throat, "You're my angel."

He leaned down closer to your lips and just before they met you pulled back.

"You're a fucking cornball, bro. Calling me an angel and shit.", You said with a playful stank face.

He yanked you back closer and rested his forehead against yours.

"Shut the fuck up.", He whispered with a smirk before connecting his lips with yours.

[luna-indigoduh]

This was so sweet, I love it so much 🥺🥺

You Don’t See What I See

izuku x blk fem!reader

w.c - 2.7k

warnings - strong language

based off of this request I received.

•••••

“What is your problem?” you questioned your husband standing in front of him.

“Get out of my way, Y/N,” you stood your ground and blocked the doorway. The freckled-faced man rolled his eyes and roughly shoulder-bumped you to get in the room, “Izuku what the fuck is going on? What did I do?”

“You always let your friends push up on you like that?” He snapped, roughly taking off his button-down leaving him shirtless and wearing only his slacks.

You were utterly confused about what he was referring to. You both were around all your friends tonight at the gala. It was a lot of hugging and catching up, but you didn't see where anything went wrong. Then you remembered Shindo, your friend that used to have a crush on you but ended up getting married and losing those feelings.

“ Are you talking about Shindo? The very married Yo Shindo? He was not pushing up on me." you scoffed.

“Yes, he was. Married or not, he was flirting with you." He said matter of factly.

“Oooh, I see-” you smiled while wrapping your arms around his strong torso, “-you're jealous, love."

The reaction you received was not what you expected. Shaking his head in a disappointed manner, he removed your arms from around him making his way inside the closet while you sat on the bed.

“Y/N, I'm not joking around. This is not one of those jealousy games. I'm really pissed off. What makes me even more pissed off is that you’re acting like you don't notice."

You can tell by his cold voice and how he's roughly handling his nightclothes that he's really mad at you. Izuku doesn't get mad at you often, dare you to say, never. Always very patient and willing to communicate whereas you were more hard-headed and stubborn. How you guys barely had arguments, you'll never know. But tonight was different. Your husband was dead set on this topic and his patience was running thin.

He watched the way Shindo was flirting with you, sneaking small touches, and throwing slick innuendos. And you took them like it was just a regular day. It pissed him off but it also hurt him deeply and had him thinking that you were doing more things with him. Because let’s face it, being married has never stopped anyone from stepping out on their partner before. Izuku trusted you with his life, but after seeing what happened tonight, he was starting to have his inkling of doubts when it came to your actions. At first, he was scared to even ask you, but your reaction to his feelings infuriated him.

“Look Izuku, I just think you’re looking too hard into this. Shindo does not see me like that. He’s fucking married for christ’s sake.” You tried to reassure him so he can get off this dreadful, tiresome topic but low and behold he proceeded to keep going.

“Have you always been this fucking dense?” He cursed, turning around to face you.

He let the words fly out of his mouth. If it was any other time, he would immediately regret his words, but being blinded by pure anger he didn’t care how he came off as long as he got his point across. You looked at him in disbelief because he always avoided cursing at you or raising his voice. He’s doing both tonight.

“Wh-wha-“ He leaned against the doorway, putting a hand up interrupting you.

“No, I’m genuinely asking because it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that he’s clearly fucking flirting with you. Why are you ignoring it?” He speculated in a very accusatory tone looking you right in your eyes.

“Why are you talking to me like that?” You questioned utterly appalled. You didn’t understand what he was getting towards with his statements, but it was starting to scare you.

He shook his head, running his hands up his face towards his hair to push it back. He began to pace back and forth, contemplating if he should ask you the question that’s been lingering on his mind. Finally stopping in front of the vanity, he dropped his head in his forearms and sighed shakily.

“Izu-“

“Are you cheating on me?” He croaked out. You abruptly stood up, stomping over to the vanity.

“ How dare you accuse me of that?! You know I would never hurt you like that-” you cried out, but all he did was shake his head. He lifted his head up and you take notice of his red tearful eyes, “-Izu, I wouldn't do that shit to you."

He glared at you, scoffing as if you were telling a lie, “Yeah? Well, my wife is doing a pretty shit job reassuring me of that."

“Izuku, god! He doesn't see me that way! And I’m doing a shit job? I have been a great wife, so why are you asking-“

“ I'm asking this because you don't see what I see! You see a friend and I see a cheating son of a bitch trying to steal my wife and she's letting him-“ your husband's voice was cracking and all you could was gawk at him, “In my eyes when I see someone, very noticeably, flirting with someone else and they're letting it happen, practically enabling it, that's entertaining. And if they’re entertaining it in my face, then they’re doing it behind my back.”

With that, he began to pack some things up in a gym bag in a rushed manner. Your heart was beating out of your chest at his actions. He was leaving. He was leaving because you hurt him unintentionally. You didn't listen to him, so now he's going to show you. He was walking towards the door but you quickly blocked making him look down at you. Your expression was hard but your eyes were sad.

“ Y-you are not leaving. We need to talk about this.” you declared. You didn't want him to leave, especially being this angry.

“Get out of my way my way, please.” his grip on the gym bag was tight, giving signs that his patience was gone. Of course, though, you were stubborn.

“No, Izu-“

“Y/N, get the fuck out of my way. Now,” The harsh coldness of his voice made you whimper and slowly move out of his way, “Thank you.”

He didn't want to talk to you like that but if he stayed in this house any longer he knows everything is going to go to shit.

“I-Izuku, where are you going?” Your voice was shaky and your emotions were all over the place. Watching him leave spiked your anxiety to an all-time high.

“To go think. Don't call me.” With that, he slammed the door behind him, hard enough that the house rattled.

You sank to the floor, tears running down your face, thinking about how everything went so wrong. Your stubbornness went too for this time. You hurt the one man that truly loved you from the moon and back. A man that would give the world. All of this over your lack of awareness of the crush your friend had on you. So you sulked thinking about how you’re gonna make this right.

Izuku walked the dark streets for about 20 minutes before he walked up to the house that he set his mind to. He knew they would be a bit irritated that he was here so late but he needed to talk to someone that wouldn’t sugarcoat anything. He knocked and waited for a total of 2 minutes before the door was snatched open being met with red tired eyes.

“What the hell are you doing here this fucking late, shit nerd?” he growled out in frustration.

Izuku honestly did not feel like hearing the insults so he just pushed past the broad man making his way into the living room. Bakugo gawked at his ex-boyfriend, surprised that he didn’t say anything sassy back. His actions made him come to the conclusion that you and he weren’t getting along at this moment.

“Bakugo, please, I just need someplace to sleep tonight.” The shorter man exhaled, throwing himself on the couch. He felt like he was suffocating dealing with everything.

“Well, what the fuck happened? You guys looked fine….well besides that shitface flirting with her-“

Izuku groaned loudly interrupting his friend, “SEE! Even you see it and you’re not even in the relationship. I confronted her about it and all she did was deny it and told me I was looking too deep in it, he closed his eyes before croaking out, “ I-I even asked if she was ch-cheating because of the way she just let him do and say all those things to her and practically entertains him right in front me made my skin crawl.”

“How did she react to that?” Both men were sitting on the couch, at respectable distances. Bakugo was facing him while Izuku side-eyed him.

“Said the same thing you said,” The statement made the blonde man shudder, remembering the downfall of their relationship.

Bakugo deeply regretted what he did to Izuku. He didn't deserve that pain. He knew that and he knew that you knew that. So the thought of you cheating on Izuku had never and would never cross his mind.

“She's not cheating-"

“How the hell am I supposed to know that-“

“BECAUSE YOU KNOW YOUR FUCKING WIFE!”, he yelled gritting through his teeth, he then took a deep breath before continuing, “Look when I did my shit you saw right through my bullshit. You saw the distance, the lack of attention, and everything else. I am an emotionally stunted bastard, but she’s not. To be honest, she's an open book and a terrible fucking liar so her getting away with cheating is out of this fucking world.”

Tears were spilling out of Izuku’s eyes as he leaned down, playing with his fingers. His breathing was shaky and so were his hands.

“ I'm scared,” he whispered, “ I don't want to get hurt again.”

“You trust her?” Bakugo asked with his eyebrow raised.

“Yes.” there is no hesitation in Izuku’s voice but you can hear the hurt. Bakugo nodded, lifting himself off the couch.

“Stay here, don't call her, and she'll knock on this door righting her wrongs. Go the fuck to bed, crybaby."

•••••

The next day you felt like shit. The whole night you stayed up late overthinking everything. You thought about your actions, Izuku, the status of your marriage, Izuku, your platonic(?) relationship with Shindo, and most importantly Izuku. You loved your husband more than anything in the world and his actions last night broke you.

After your crying fest, you began to think about all your interactions with the infamous Yo Shindo. You did a pros and cons list of your relationship with him and finally took notice of all of his more than friendly actions towards you. You began to understand why Izuku was so uncomfortable with Shindo. You don't know why it took your husband walking out on you to notice that Shindo was overstepping boundaries and you were letting him. Now since you took awareness of your wrongs like the big girl you are, you decide to make things right with your husband…. As soon as you figure out where he was.

At first, you thought Todoroki but he was out of town. Then you thought Bakugo, but you knew he wouldn't possibly be up at the time Izuku walked out. But then again, they are friends and use to date so it wasn't a dumb idea. Plus Izuku would definitely do something like go to his ex-boyfriend's house to get you thinking the worst.

Grabbing your things, you make your way to the blonde's house, taking the opportunity to walk so you could mentally prepare yourself. Izuku had every right to not forgive you for your actions. You were wrong and you'll admit that. Your husband's last relationship really broke him so his reaction to you and Shindo's friendship was valid, but he also needed to trust you. Izuku is your beloved husband but you guys are too deep in this marriage for him not to trust you. So you were going to apologize but also tell him about trust. Finally making your way to his door, you took a deep breath and knocked a couple times.

On the other side of the door, Izuku, who was seated at the kitchen island, looked at the door then moved his eyes to Bakugo. The blonde stared back and shrugged, going to the front door to reveal you. Bakugo looked you up and down, just to lean down and whisper,

“You look like shit.” you gave off an awkward laugh, agreeing with the taller man.

“Y-yeah I know. I feel like it too. But anyway, is Izuku here? I really need to talk to him. It's important.” you fretted playing with your dangling curls. As much as Bakugo wanted to mess with you, he knew his friend wouldn't like it. He stepped aside and let you in, thumbing towards the kitchen.

“Don’t get tears all over my shit or you'll clean the whole damn place." Bakugo threatened before taking his leave upstairs and leaving the married couple alone.

You slowly began to walk to the kitchen, suddenly feeling nervous being around your husband. Izuku was nervous too, anticipating what you were going to say because he obviously doesn't want to speak first - he does, he really wants to apologize for cursing and insulting you - yeah totally doesn't want to speak first. Sitting across from him, you take a deep breath and snatched his hands to hold them with yours.

“I'm sorry. I am so sorry, Izzy. I'm sorry for how I reacted towards you when all you were doing was expressing your lack of comfort. I'm sorry for practically invalidating your feelings, even though I know about your past relationships. I'm SO sorry for entertaining Shindo. I should have been way more aware of his actions instead of just playing it off as friendly whatever the fuck. I told Shindo off before I came here so you don't have to worry about him anymore, I swear to you.“ you professed. You were out of breath by the time you were done speaking. Your anxiety peaked at an all-time high because you hated confrontations between the two of you.

Izuku’s eyes widened slightly at your abrupt apology but he understood your nervousness. You hated any separation between you two, so being away from each other - no matter if it's several hours or several days - really fucked with your head. He switched the positions of your hands so that he would be the one clutching yours.

“ I forgive you-“, he declared, “-and I'm sorry too.”

“You don't-“ he squeezed your hands to stop you and looked into your eyes.

“Yes, I do. I could have gotten my point across without cursing at you and calling you “dense”. You're very smart, you just catch on slow-” You both laughed lightly, “-and I shouldn't have doubted your trust. I was just being scared, but you’re my wife, Y/N. I wouldn't have married you if I didn't trust you. I love you, bun.”

He finished, kissing the brown side of your hand. He then gripped your arm and started to pull you slightly, signaling you to get up and come to him, so you did. You got pulled into his lap, straddling his strong thighs. He pulled you for a tight hug, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, while you wrapped your arms around his neck burying your face in his curly hair. Both of you were so close not even a sheet of paper could get in between you. Together, you sat like that for several minutes, basking in each other's presence.

“Izzy, baby?” you whispered, scratching the nape of his neck softly.

“ Hmm?” he muffled out giving you a reassuring squeeze.

“Can I show you how sorry I am, sir?” you purred placing a gentle kiss on his neck.

Izuku hated fighting with you, but he adored the make-up sex that always came after.

"I am going to fuck you up," he avowed making you shriek as he stood up to throw you over his shoulder, “WE’RE LEAVING, KACCHAN!”

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