#maybe I’ll write the izuku one as well :)

[shiggybrainr0t]

The light creaking of your bedroom door is what wakes you from the light slumber you found yourself in. The lamp next to your bed casts your bedroom in a hazy yellow glow, and you rub your cheek against your pillow with a contented sigh. It still smells like Shouta.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he glances at you from where he stands in front of your dresser.

“…didn’t mean to wake you up, baby.”

His voice is deeper and more grainy than usual, telling you how tired he is from his patrol tonight.

“Wasn’t asleep. Waited for you.”

He hums in response, and you can tell by his tone that he doesn’t believe you. He turns around to look at the grumpy glare he knows you’re sending him- and he’s right. You’ve brought your blanket up to your nose and only the top of your head is visible, sleep crusted eyes narrowed his way.

Shouta can’t hold the huff of laughter that builds in his chest. He feels his heart beat harder, and he marvels at how you still make him feel like he did the first time he met you, even all this time later.

He’s lifting his arms to put on a sleep shirt when you see it. There, on his ribs is a smudge of black covered in something that looks like plastic. You’re wide awake now, and you quickly jump out of bed to head towards him, shivering slightly at the chill of the room.

At your sudden movements, Shouta lowers his arms and looks at you quickly, scanning your body to make sure you’re ok. You tug the shirt out of his grasp and pull his left arm back up straight in the air. The look he gives you is one that you’re quite used to: bemused and endeared.

“Oh, I was going to show you that in the morning.”

Shouta had talked to you about how he was going to eventually get a tattoo, though he wouldn’t let slip what he was getting or where. Looking at it now, you know exactly what it is, because it’s a drawing that you look at every day whenever you go to your fridge. Only, you noticed this morning that it had gone missing.

Three messy stick people are outlined on Shouta’s ribs holding hands, two significantly bigger than the one in the middle. The one on the left is tall, and has a shock of black, long hair falling over his face. The middle is a little girl, with long hair and a horn growing out of her forehead. And the person on the right is you. It’s a picture Eri drew for you just a year after being taken from Overhaul and into protection.

Shouta is observing you quietly, obediently keeping his arm in the air as you lightly run your fingers over the shiny plastic wrap covering it. It’s only when you start sniffling that he moves, pulling you into his arms.

“Knew you’d react like this.” He says, amusement lightening his voice.

He’s still warm from the shower, and the hair that covers his chest tickles your cheek as you press your forehead against his collarbone. Your tears hit his skin whenever he runs his large hand over your head, his own cheek pressed against your crown. His stubble is prickly and uncomfortable against you, making you sniff loudly and say meekly, “You need to shave.”

“I will.” Is his only reply. He rubs his cheek against your hair, the same way you did to your pillow only moments before. You lean back slightly in his arms and look up at him tearfully. His eye is so dark, yet it gleams beautifully as it stares back at you. He’s taken his eye patch off, showing you the large scare that runs across his other eye. A callused thumb swipes under your own eyes softly.

“I love you.” He says before you can speak, which only makes you tear up again.

Shouta huffs again, a small grin forming on his face as he mumbles “silly baby” at you. He decides to forgo the shirt, and pulls you back to the sleep rumpled bed. You snuggle under the covers, still sniffling, and wait for him to finish taking off his prosthetic before sliding in next to you.

Immediately, you sling your leg over his and press as close as possible to him as you can. Shouta wraps his arms around you with ease, barely moving whenever you decide he isn’t close enough and move half your body on top of his. Under his chin, where his jaw meets his neck, he smells like his body wash and home.

[cixteenyne]

I didn't know you were back! Welcome!

One question, will you ever follow that My Hero Academia guys series?

Please don't leave again, your writing is incredible!

Monday - Izukus’ Alone Time..

heyyy ahaaa what the flip guys it’s been a while and yes I’m back and I’ll try not to leave!! Idk I sleep a lot so I just don’t be doin shit. ANYWAYSSS onto the warnings girlypopss

(Warning(s): Vulgar language, Smut- Duh. Fem aligned, Sleepy Sex. Tired Izu. Kind of somno if you go up your ass and around the corner but that’s just what I heard

You can find Sunday here! Enjoy!

Izuku is energetic. That’s no secret, always so eager to overdo it and prove himself. That can take a toll on anyone, overdoing it that much. Especially on a Monday of all days.

Sometimes you’d see him walking through the door, exhausted, sweat covering him like it belonged there. Maybe it did.

His eyes usually so wide in the morning, worn and half lidded with little energy, yet every drop of accomplishment by sundown. The warm mixed colors giving them a shine that just makes them seem brighter.

You really could relate to him, after Shotou and Katsuki ran you dry the other day, you didn’t look nearly as bad as Izuku after a particularly long training day, but you sure felt like it, just a little more happy about it. You’d jump at a chance to do it again.

Not to say izuku didn’t enjoy the time he spent getting stronger to protect those he loves, to protect you and the others.

It was his lifestyle and he loved every bit of the life he was lucky enough to live.

So to say he was more pent up than usual with this new sudden change of training schedule, would be an understatement.

He kept his eyes on the screen. The only source of light being the soft glow it gave off onto his own view. Well, he tried to keep his eyes open and on the screen, but it really was difficult. A warm shower will do that to you.

The couch sinking pulled his head from sleep, turning his attention and what was left of it- to the person.

To you. Oh, warm you. You who were so sweet as to usher him from the door, and treat his wounds with what little first aid you knew. Which wasn’t much, but it did help. Honest. Sure saved his ass a visit and a scolding from Recovery Girl.

“Izuku? You can sleep y’know? I can see your eyes closing..”

So perceptive. Though it didn’t take a genius to figure that out. He just looked at you. Just looking. And leaning.

Leaning?

Izuku couldn’t help scooching closer to your warmth. He was a little more awake now, but he was still so sluggish. Wrapping his body around you with everything he had, which was much more than you were expecting. Falling onto you with little grace.

He keeps his head in the crook of your neck, his lips moving against it, but not quite doing anything. A kiss here, just barely there. A ghost of his warm breath. He was tired- really, but he wouldn’t pass you up.

His hands wandering and searching everywhere you let him. Tugging that down, moving this to the side. Pushing this up. Opening his mouth and laying it on whatever he could.

He took particular interest in your breasts, pushing your shirt up and sliding his tongue on them, closing his lips around them.

Closing his eyes and indulging in whatever he could take. Your moans and keens were perfect, they were going to put him to sleep, really. He needed more.

He pulled off you, holding himself up suddenly.

“m’sorry baby.. izu’s sorry.. ‘k doll? He’s sorry”

Pushing you legs apart with his own, he puts his chest to yours, laying down with a huff of relaxation. Kept mumbling various “m’sorry”s and how ‘izu’s so tired.’

Though he seems pretty eager in the way he fished his cock out of his plaid pants and pushed your panties wherever they wouldn’t be in the way. He terrible of him, doing this so late at night! He must be thinking that.

His mumbling is still on, but basically unintelligible as he whines and pushes himself in. Thrusting shallowly into you.

The couches’ leather crunches underneath you both as his thrusts meet full. Still just as slow.

His whole body basically covering you. deliberately, you think. And he can’t shut up for the life of him, his mumbling mixed with his moans and pleas that you hear mixed in make your pussy tighten.

His cock hits deep and drags right back out. His sleep worn state slugging his motions.

“P..please, fuck…- please. Please. M’sorry, j’s so tired baby..”

He whined out every word. Izuku may say he’s sorry, but he knows damn well he isn’t.

He knows.

“Zu’s gonna make it- fuck..! Make it.. all up.. to you.”

Just rambling and mumbling and whines mixed with drool and drowsiness.

He’s just so tired. And he wants you.

You can feel his cock twitch inside of you, the movement of his hips becoming snappy. Jerky and even more uncoordinated. Whining and heaving about how he’s gonna cum.

“Gonna cum. G-! Ah..! Gonna.. c-uh!”

His hips stutter as string, after rope, of too warm seed slips from his tip. He whines as he empties himself into you. So needy he is, he’s always so whiney when he’s tired. More greedy. Even someone like him can be greedy. So cute.

With no grace and all exhaustion, he drops himself. All of his weight and mass onto you. Without warning, making you huff at the impact. He doesn’t bother to pull out.

You look down at him, his head in your neck. His forest of dark green hair right in your face.

“Y’feel better?”

A question the barely conscious Izu can’t answer. Well, sorta.

“Mm..” it was all he could offer.

Good enough.

(Ahaaa hey bbg don’t steal my stuffsss ofc u can reblog coochie cakes)

[queenbees21]

BNHA Their nickname for you | Them

Characters : Katsuki Bakugo | Izuku Mydoria| ★Shoto Todoroki★ | Tamaki Amajiki | Keigo Takami [Hawks] | Dabi [Toya Todoroki] | Hitoshi Shinso

Warning | Grammar error | Not proofread

Type | Bullet Point • Fluff

A/n: I really need to finish this character list 😭 I’ll try my best write them quickly, also I’m still working on some requested works so I’m sorry if I’m slow right now (​꒦ິꈍ​​꒦ິ)

M.List

| ꜱʜᴏᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ | | Y/N |

✯ Love ✿ ✯ Icyspicy

✯ Princess ✯ Hot stuff

✯ Darling ✯ Candy cane

✯ Peach ✯ Shou ✿

• Shoto never thought about giving you any nicknames. Both of his parents weren’t the most, affectionate couple; so it never crossed his mind. Until he noticed how other couples gave each-other cute nicknames, and so he seek advice from an export at romance.

“Hmmm, well you could call her maybe love? Love is a good start, for relationships starters. ^^” Ochaco advice, and that’s exactly what he did. As he did; it made you shy around him.

• Where there’s a prince, there’s always a princess. Yes, you’ll always be Shotos princess. He calls you Princess when he's in a good mood. And he thinks it suits you very much. Because of how charming you tend to be, you do it without realizing it. <3

• “Hello darling, how are you?” yes, this is a classic nickname he calls you when you're alone. It may be cheesy but, he loves be it. And as for you, you love it as well. You feels so special in a way, when he calls you darling. It gives you butterflies in your stomach.

• Peaches are your favorite fruit, although; you rarely ate them. Shoto figured it was because you didn’t have time to pick some. For you both were way too busy with hero studies to do so. Therefore, he somehow convinced Mr. Aizawa to take him to a peach farm… Perks of being the number one hero’s son.

When you had first heard him say that, you were confused. So when you asked him how he got the nickname, you were surprised and very amused at the same time.

“Aww! You remember! I like peaches! That’s so sweet Shou!”

He only nodded, and there was a stumble small smile when you called me Shou.

| Y/N |

• How do I even begin with this… nickname. Icyspicy? Really? What kind of nickname is this T^T? I can’t even believe how nonchalant Shoto was about it.

He was a bit confused, though; there was surprisingly faint pink hue upon his cheeks when you called out his “nickname”.

“Where did you even come up with that?” He questioned.

“Honestly, I don’t even know. I figured since you have an ice and a fire quirk. I’d give you a nickname that is combined with it.” You smile. He pat your head in amusement.

• “Hey there hot stuff~” You purr in Shotos ear, as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. Okay, now this took him by surprise. He was barely getting used to icyspicy, but now you are coming up with nicknames left and right.

“Where do you get theses nicknames…”

“From my heart hot stuff ❤︎“

• At this point Shoto doesn’t even know nor question, where you get your.. unique… nicknames for him… “Marry Christmas candy cane! I love you!” You say, as you handed him a present and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Merry Christmas to you too love.” He kissed your nose and walked away.

“Hey! Candy cane! You can’t just do that and walk away!” You exclaimed, flustered by his action.

• Shou is his permanent nickname. Out of all the nickname you called him. You’ve been thinking about it for a while, but never came up with anything. You wanted to give him a permanent nickname. One that you could proudly call him out to without embarrassing him. “Hmm…” you thought as you wrote down some nicknames.

You played around with it, until you “accidentally” spelled him name wrong. “Hmm… oh! Opps—wait…” you looked at the writing. Shou… “sounds like shoe hehe.” You giggled as you doddle around.

The next day, you had accidentally called him Shou. He was confused. “Oops! Sorry, I wasn’t trying to call you that—“

“I like it. Sounds cute.” He smiles slightly. You blush a little. “Oh.. alright than,” you giggled.

“Anyways! Shou~ let’s go on a date! I wanna have you all to myself today!” You cheekily winked. He agreed and left to go change. “Oh! Shou!” You called out to him. He turns around curiously. “I love you!” You smile, before running off.

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A/n: Thanks for reading! Have a good day and night! I’ll be working on the rest, so stay tuned! 🐝 👑 2️⃣1️⃣

[izuku-stuff]

It's my first time writing in one of these but I love your blog and I read all your fic, how about doing one about izuku being drunk (in real life I don't feel comfortable with drunk people) but to think izuku being drunk and tell you compliments in love maybe I do not remember very well that you are your partner and it is something possessive💖💖😭idk

aww thanks for reading my fics 🥰 and sure i’ll do a drunk possessive izuku giving you compliments

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ღ drunk possessive Izuku gives you compliments ღ

“Honestly Izu, why do you have to drink? You know you can’t handle your alcohol.” You sighed as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Izuku ignored your question and instead wrapped his arms around you as you laid on top of him. “Have I ever told you that I can’t get enough of you.”

“Yes for the millionth time.” You sighed.

“Really!? What about that you’re beautiful.”

“You’ve told me that too.”

Izuku stopped for a second looking into your eyes and he couldn’t help by starting to shower you with compliments.

“I love your cooking.”

“Your smile is brighter than the sun and stars combined.”

“You make me a better person, a better man.”

“You’re cute.”

“The way you make my heart flutter is something I can’t explain.”

“Gorgeous, cute, beautiful, pretty, adorable, lovely, sexy that’s what you are baby.”

“You are a strong, independent person and I love that.”

Compliment after compliment he said and you couldn’t help but smile. “Okay, okay I get it.”

Izuku’s hands slowly trailed down towards your plump butt and lightly squeezed. “And I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

A small squeal came from your lips and you couldn’t help but slap his chest. “IZUKU!”

Izuku rolled over, you now laying underneath him. “Nobody else can have you. Just me. You belong to me and me alone.”

Izuku leaned down towards your neck and lightly bit your collarbone. “You know you look really sexy in that nightgown you’re wearing.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Really?”

“Yes, but you’ll look sexier without it.”

You couldn’t help but blush madly. Izuku sat up and grabbed the end of your nightgown. “Arms up.” You put your arms up and within seconds your nightgown was off and thrown across the room as you laid there naked.

Izuku laid back down and pressed his lips against yours giving you a soft kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Everyone knows your mine but I’m going to remind them who you belong to.” Izuku gave you another kiss and pulled away once more. “Let’s have some fun.”

‘Maybe drunk possessive Izuku isn’t so bad…’

[you-like-jazz69]

I’m so sick rn 😭😭 so to (hopefully) make me feel better I’m going to write how the Mha boy handle you being sick, enjoy 🫶🫶🫶.

This is very fluffy btw.

Izuku

Since it’s just him and his mom at home he familiar with being sick.

Knows the best brands of medicine.

Gives you the homework you miss but if your to tired to do it he’ll help you (he tells you all the answers).

Worries in class about you.

“I hope they feel better soon,I wonder if they’ve eaten maybe I’ll bring them some soup or something, do they even like soup?”

Sends you a like a billion texts and gets nervous if you don’t respond in like 5 mins.

He’s just a very sweet boy 🥺

“Hi honey! Are you doing better?”

Katsuki

He’s the biggest germophob ever 💀💀💀

He’s one of those people that if you tell him that you’re sick, he puts on like a hazmat suit and start spraying everything down.

“IM A FUTURE HERO I CANT GET SICK”

Side eyes you like it’s your fault your sick.

Whips into shape when you threaten to let Izuku take care of you.

Brings you your favourite meal (cooked by him obviously).

He even feeds you, how sweet.

“Idiot, getting yourself sick”

Ejiro

He feels so bad :((((

When you tell him your sick he looks like a sad puppy.

Very tempted to skip class and just take care of you.

Calls you at lunch to make sure your okay.

“Hi Baby!, Denki stop, hm oh! Nothing just wanted to make sure how your doing!”

When class is over he runs to your dorm to take care of you.

He even brought your favourite food and get well soon cards he and his friends made.

“Hey Baby, me and squad make get well soon cards, want to see?”

[kywaslost]

Hii!! I hope you are having a good day❤

Would it be okay to ask some comfort with Hawks (or Izuku) where the reader feels like they are always annoying him and apologizing about it a lot.

Like they feel like they might be too clingy at times, or that they are talking too much when getting excited about something. Or if they ask him to do something small like asking for a water they immediately say something like "actually no, I'm sorry I can get it for myself."

Basically they are just afraid they are being annoying and he would eventually start hate them for it and leave

(I love your writings so much!!❤ Reading them makes me always smile! :3 I hope you had good Christmas!❤)

You Don’t Bother Me - Izuku

A/N: Hey! My day’s been alright, hope you’re having an amazing day <3 I love this idea so much because this is my thought process lol. I always find that my writings are better when I can have some sort of personal connection with them :) And I’m so glad you like my writings, that makes me so happy!! I hope you had an amazing Christmas as well!!!!

Most people have the slight thought pass through their mind from time to time, ‘am I annoying?’. Of course, there are some who don’t give a care in the world, and those are the people no one can stand most of the time. Then there are the ones who sometimes act on this thought, maybe opting out of certain actions or choosing not to say certain things just to be a more likable person. Finally, there are the ones who overthink this thought. They stew over it endlessly, which only ends up with them convinced to the high heavens that they are the most bothersome person around and no one likes them.

Alright, maybe you didn’t take it that far, but you most certainly were one of the few people who overthink about their status with others. Especially your boyfriend Izuku Midoriya. He was just so sweet and kind to you that you sometimes felt like maybe he thought it was a chore to help you with things or to do things for you.

You weren’t sure when you first thought he may be annoyed by you. Maybe it was the time when you asked him for an emergency study date for math because you had an exam the next day and were lagging behind in class a bit. You felt bad because Izuku already had work studies with Endeavor and he looked worn down, but nevertheless, he smiled softly and said, “Sure. I’ll meet you in your dorm in about half an hour.”

That night, as you lay in bed, you began to think of every time Izuku had inconvenienced you. The countless times he had helped you with homework, or dropped whatever he was doing to calm you down when you got anxious or scared. That happened often. You rolled over, pulled your blanket tighter around yourself, and tried to sleep away the thoughts.

A few days later, you were hanging out in Izuku’s room. You both had the day off and chose to spend the day together. Izuku had just gotten out of the shower and flopped down on his bed when you walked into the room. Your movements were quick and it startled the boy.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

You huffed, blowing hair from your eyes as you turned to your boyfriend. You began to pace as you answered, “I’m fine. Just frustrated.”

“Why?” Izuku sat up, all of his attention on you as you began to ramble.

“I was playing Minecraft with (best friend), you know, my friend from middle school, and we had cheats on to keep inventory. We decided I could use commands to find the location of the nearest stronghold, which was 1071 blocks away.” You went on to explain how you spent an hour and a half mining to the strong hold just for it to be a staircase and 1 room. No hallways, no portal room.

The more in detail you got in your little rant, the more you began thinking that Deku would rather talk about something else, or how this is just an inconvenience for him. As you neared the end of your tale you spoke slower and a lot quieter. “Sorry. You probably didn’t want to hear all of that.”

Izuku laughed gently, shaking his head. “I don’t mind Y/N. I love hearing your rants.” He stood up and pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your head with a smile. “Now what do you want to do today?”

As time passed you couldn’t help but feel like you were bothering Izuku. When deciding what to eat for lunch, Izuku insisted he’d make whatever you wanted since you were much more of a picky eater than he was. You felt bad, because you knew he didn’t particularly like what you were craving at the moment. And then you felt bad because he was cooking for you.

“No, Izu, I can make lunch myself,” you smiled slightly. “I know you don’t really like (favorite food).”

“I’ll cook whatever you want me to,” he smiled back. “Really, it’s no bother.”

When the two of you went to train later in the afternoon, you finally met your breaking point. You felt so bad for Izuku. In your mind, he had to deal with you and put you before himself. You had to start training on what you needed to work on, and breaks had to be taken whenever you were feeling weary. Every time you asked Midoriya if he needed a break because he was looking worn down, he’d deny it and keep training.

During one of your breaks, you fell to the ground and let the coolness of the floor cool you off. You had finished off your water bottle on the last break, so you had nothing to drink for the moment.

“Y/N, I’m going to go get a snack, would you like anything?” your boyfriend asked, looking down to you on the floor.

“Yeah, can I have some water? I drank all of mine.” The second the words left your mouth, you regretted them. You didn’t want to annoy Izuku more than you thought you already had. “Actually, I’m sorry. I can get it myself.” You pushed yourself up on your feet, swaying slightly.

Izuku placed a hand on your shoulder to steady you, frowning. “Hey, no, don’t be sorry. I can get it. You need to rest for a moment.”

You shook your head, tears brimming your eyes. And then you cried, covering your face with your hands.

Your sudden outburst startled Izuku, and his arms immediately wrapped around you in a tight hug. “Honey, what’s wrong? Are you overworked? Did I do something?”

You took a moment to cry into your boyfriend’s chest, gripping his sweaty shirt. It took a while, but your sobs finally died down to soft whimpers and you were able to speak again. “I feel so bad for annoying you,” you sniffled. “I”ve been bothering you a lot recently. I’m just afraid you’re going to have enough of it and break up with me because I’m too clingy. I--”

Izuku cuts you off, hugging you tighter. “Baby, you aren’t bothering me. You don’t annoy me. You aren’t clingy, Y/N.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and sighed. “I figured something was going on. You’ve been apologizing a lot more. I was worried about you. But I’m glad you’ve told me what’s going on.” He gently pushed you to sit down on the bench behind you, then wiped the tears from your eyes with his thumb. “I’m going to get you some water and a snack. Then we’ll head back to the dorms. We’re going to spend the rest of the evening talking through this.” He smiled softly. “I want you to feel comfortable, n/n. I love you. I hope you know that.”

Izuku spent the rest of the night helping you work through your feelings. He reassured you that you were never a bother to him and that he would do anything for you. He ordered your favorite take-out, put on your favorite tv show, and cuddled you in his bed. Deku hated that you felt this way, and he promised to work with you on your self-esteem around him.

[chatterbox-73]

Twelve days of Smutcember 2022.

Day 12 - Like it was.

Izuku Midoriya (Katsuki Bakugo) x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Smutcember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Smutcember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

finally I think it’s important to note, I might be a person who celebrates Christmas, however I know not everyone does so I won’t/try not to mention or reference any particular festive holiday in these one shots, out of respect for everyone.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: Parts one: When he’s away (Katsuki Bakugo)

Also I have started working on a part three☺️

Kitten’s name is Fuku, 福 in Japanese kanji which means ‘good fortune’ or ‘good luck’.

Do not mistaken with ふく which means ‘clothes’.

Summary: your husband has changed since finding out about you and his friend, nothing is like it was… but maybe that’s for the best.

Word count: 2.3k

CW: slight role play, rough sex, open relationship (slight cheating), mention of oral, size difference, slight bondage, swearing.

You sat on the couch holding the small kitten you and Katsuki had rescued two weeks ago, you had decided to name the kitten Fuku, “he’ll be home soon, it’s been nice having him around more…” you spoke to the cat as he purred and snuggled into you, “…his first reaction to me sleeping with Katsuki-Kun was scary, but he’s been so thoughtful and loving…” you sighed and as looked up at the ceiling, “…would it be so bad to start a family with him, I mean, I love my job and I don’t really wanna give that up yet…” Fuku licked your fingers as you tickled his chin, “…and I now he’s not seeing her anymore, but despite that we still haven’t been intimate at all, and well… me and Katsuki-kun have seen each other, every other day…” you hummed thinking back to only a few hours ago were Katsuki had you bent over his work desk as he ate you like you were the last meal on earth, “…you know me and Katsuki-kun have fun, but that’s all it is… I care about him but I also really care about Izuku…” you sighed and sat up, looking down at Fuku, “I really do care for Izuku, he’s all I’ve ever known, all I really have, and despite that one incident I think I might want to start being with him again” you explained and Fuku meowed, you smiled before placing him down, he then ran off. Your eyes followed were he ran to find you husband standing in the hallway with a bright blush taking over his face, “I didn’t mean to listen… I’m sorry, I-“ he cut himself off from a long winded rant, he placed the groceries bags on the kitchen counter and began to unpack them, you walked over to help, “it’s fine, I don’t mind” you explained as you place the vegetables from the bag you were emptying into the fridge, “I think we should be more open with each” you smiled and watched as your husband placed the last of the groceries in the cupboard, he turned to look at you and nodded, “I think your right…” he stepped closer to you and reached out a hand, “…I miss being close to you, and I hate the idea of you seeing Kacchan but if he makes you happy I’ll over look it…” he said softly as his large hands incased your smaller ones, you opened your mouth to speak but was cut off, “…but I do wish you’d let me be the only man in your heart, even if I’m not the only man in your body” Izuku leaned down to your eye level and smiled, you blushed uncontrollably, you both knew this was an unreasonable request as you didn’t think you ever could love someone, but it was sweet and made your stomach flutter, “Izuku, you know I-“ you were cut off once again as your husband placed a finger over your lips, “I know, but call it wishful thinking… I’m a master at waiting until the impossible becomes possible” he chuckled and kissed your hands before turning to leave the kitchen, you grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it slightly, “did you want me to make you dinner?” You asked Izuku turned back to look down at you and he shook his head, “there’s no need, I stopped off for some takeout on my way home… but if you’re hungry I can make you something” he smiled and you shook your head, “no it’s okay, me and Fuku ate before you got home… we were going to wait but you know how he gets with food” you chuckle slightly and say goodnight, before grabbing the collar of your husband’s shirt and pulling him down as you lean up on your tip toes to kiss his cheek.

You lay in bed looking up at the ceiling, you really did hate your bed, especially when Izuku wasn’t in it, as his large body would usually take up most, if not all of the space, even when the both of you were trying to sleep on opposite sides of the bed his body would still manage to touch and graze yours, but ever since that day he found out about you and Katsuki he hasn’t slept in the bed with you. You rolled onto your side and looked at the spot your husband would usually be sleeping, you sat up and sighed before throwing the blanket off you, getting out of the bed and walking down the hallway towards the living room to find the mountain of a man you married fast asleep on the couch, you walked over to him and pulled back the blanket covering him, Izuku was in nothing but some baggy All Might boxers, you chuckled and climbed on top on him settling on his chest. You closed your eyes and hummed in delight as your felt Izuku huge arms wrap around you, “why aren’t you in bed?” He asked in a scratchy tired voice as his eyes remained closed, you looked up at him “it’s really lonely in that bed” you whispered and he hummed, the vibration rumbling through your entire body and leaving a tingling between your legs, “if you don’t want me here say so…” you huffed and your husband’s eyes finally opened, before focusing on you, “I want you here… but you know how I get with I wake up” he whispered as he squeezed you a little tighter in his arms “I won’t be able to stop myself, you’re just so irresistible” he breathed in your scent and hummed deeply as his huffed out, “I wouldn’t mind it… I wouldn’t mind you” you leaning in close to his face and kissed the tip of his nose, before closing your eyes and beginning to drift off to sleep with Izuku following suit.

You felt huffing on your neck and your hips being held tightly, pecking your eyes open you notice it was now morning, you where no longer in the living room but now in the bedroom and your husband was leaning over top of you, “good morning…” he whispered into your skin and you shivered, his voice was still deep and scratchy like last night, Izuku leaned up and looked you in the eye, “good morning… looks like we slept in” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, “it certainly is a ‘good morning’, especially waking up next to a beautiful woman like yourself” he chuckled and you blushed, your pulled Izuku down closer to you and rested your legs on his hips. “Shall we fuck?” Izuku questioned before pressing his face into your chest, you ground you hips against him “yes, let’s do it” you giggled and tugged the hair on the base of his neck. Izuku slowly undressed you, he groaned at the sight of your naked chest, “so soft… so squishy” he groaned even louder as he grabbed your breasts and squeezed them while he began to grind his hips into you, “that feels good…” you pant and grab his shoulders as he kept grinding into you, “put it in…” you moaned and tugged on Izuku’s shoulders.

You laid back flat on the bed as Izuku slowly stripped himself of his boxers, flexing his muscles with every move he made. Izuku was finally stripped, he knelt between your legs and began pumping his girthy length, you whined loudly as you grew more impatient by the minute, you grabbed one of the pillows you had pushed to the side earlier and throw it at him, “put it in… please” you cried and lifted your butt off the bed, you watched as Izuku leant down to your bare cunt and spat on it, before he roughly grabbed your hip and held them up off the bed. Izuku rubbed his tip against your clit before tracing your entrance, you reached for one of his scared hands on your hip and dug your nails into his skin, “please… please Izuku… I need it in” you begged gripping onto his hand tightly, he chuckled at your pathetic desperation but it did really exist him listening to you like that, “beg louder, I wanna see some really pleading… maybe even some tears, now beg” Izuku chuckled before dropping his voice towards the end, you felt goosebumps form on your body as your opening clenched around nothing. You managed to wriggle from Izuku grasp before crawling up to him and placing you hands on he muscular stomach, “please… please… I need it” you begged with big eyes as one of your hands traveled down his stomach past his bush and wrapping around his shaft, the mountain of a man roared with laughter before he grabbed your wrist and moved your hand away from his dick, “still not good enough… why not put on a show for me” he smirked. You quickly crawled away from him and got on your hands and knees with your ass up in the air facing him, you shook your ass slightly and looked back with big eyes, reaching a hand to your wet cunt before pushing two fingers in, you moaned and watched Izuku as he watched your dripping sex. You gave all kinds of dirty descriptions on what you wanted from your husband through desperate moans and whines, Izuku was slightly taken back because not in all the time you’ve been married have you ever been so sexually or kinky, only a year ago you would have been hiding under the sheets if he had tried any ‘dirty talk’ like he had so far, you certainly wouldn’t have ever shaken your bare ass him. “Mmmm, what a yummy view” Izuku smiled as he began pumping throbbing shaft, “oh are you going to punish me for playing with your meal” you breathlessly giggled as you slowly pulled your fingers out and began rubbing your clit, “maybe a little, I hope you can take all this” he hummed as he held his length upright for you to get a full view of it.

You smirked as an idea suddenly came into your head, you remembered Izuku telling you about a fantasy he once had, though he believed he ‘grew out of it’, which you knew was a load. You gave the man your best pouty face, “please don’t punish me too bad Mr hero” you fake cried, Izuku gasped and blushed heavily for a moment before, his eyes narrowed into glowing green slits and his muscles flexed, “you dumb little cock tease” he growled and he reached down to where he had discarded your shirt before he leaned back up and ripped the material, Izuku then roughly yanked your arm behind your back and tied them together tightly, he made sure there was no way you’d be getting out of this. Izuku grabbed your hips before flipping you on to your back, “you naughty little girl, taking up a big strong hero’s time…” he huffed as he gripped your hips and lifted them off the bed, “help me be a good girl Mr hero… please teach me to be a good girl” you were almost surprised at your words, you didn’t think you’d find something like this so hot, but you did and so did your husband. Izuku began to push into your tight entrance, you whined as his tip popped inside, “it’s tight, relax baby… please” he groaned before he leaned into you and cupped your face in his hand, “breathe baby… breathe” he hummed while he pushed further and further into you.

You moaned and whimpered as Izuku thrust roughly into you, your body moved and the bed shook with the force of his thrust, Izuku eyes were glued to his member sliding in and out of you while your cunt wrapped tightly around him, “Izuku, it’s too much” you gasped, you honestly thought your hips would give out under all the pressure of his thrusts, you couldn’t think of a time were Izuku ever fucked you like this, it was so raw and rough, yet so attentive and caring. You struggle to get your hands free but the shirt was tied too tight, “I wanna hold you” you whined and Izuku clicked his tongue, “not gonna happen, you naughty girl” he chuckled before flipping you onto your stomach, your husband then grabbed your tired arms and held the up, your body shook as he continued his brutal pace, he groaned and squeezed your arms, you began to babble nonsense as you felt yourself slipping into ecstasy, you tightened around his and he looked control of himself. You screamed out as Izuku hooked his arms under your legs and hoisted you up, he movements were so strong and unmanageable, yet so effortless and before you noticed it the bed snapped and broke under his forceful movements and weight, however you were both too lost in the moment you didn’t realise it, “fucking god damnit” he clenched his teeth as he released, he huffed in and out as his fell back and held you tight.

You both stayed like that, basking in your post orgasm glow, “that was fucking amazing” Izuku groaned as you felt his member twitch inside you, you hummed in agreement before sitting up, “Izuku, my arms” you said and felt him untie them before discarding the fabric, you turned and sat on his hips “cuddle with me?” You question before he pulled you into his arms.

You stood in the kitchen phone pressed to your ear as you watched Izuku carry broken pieces of the bed frame outside, “I’m sorry Katsuki-kun but I can’t see you tonight” you spoke before you felt an arm wrap around your back, “it’s alright, meet him tonight… but be sure to ask how my dick tastes or stay and maybe we’ll break more furniture” your husband whispered and you felt a shiver down your spine and your thighs pressed together.

Day 11: The Union - Tenya Iida.

Smutcember Masterlist.

[nnnyxie]

IZU ANON IS BACK!! So I spent the day in Paris and saw SOOO many couples so I felt inspired (that’s a lie I’ve been lurking around your blog but felt weird requesting so much so close together and didn’t want to overwhelm you so I waited😞) anyways

Hc’s for Soulmate!Izu x Tatooed!Reader because I’m sickly inlove with soulmate au‘s

Especially writing that shows up on the others skin<3 The reader just drawing super ugly cats and doodles all the time- I feel like Izu would be the more artistic one and reader would suck at it but still do it all the time (this is more me telling you my hcs rather than requesting them from you but i literally can’t talk to anyone else about this please bear with me😭) and Izu would like draw SUPER realistic and detailed all might portraits or something and then reader like get’s a villain tattoo because they’re ✨different✨like that and Izu freaks out and somehow finds them through that??? This is like half a fic omg i just got carried away😭 feel free to ignore this I just absolutely went off I’m so sorry ily

izu anon…… your mind….. ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.

i’m utterly in love with this idea.

i feel like the tattoos won’t transfer BUT!! the stencil that they USE for it does!! (ykwim?? the purple/blue ink they use??)

so one silly little day, he’s just relaxing yk. it’s his day off and he is using it to catch up on a show todoroki’s been raving about (which is unusual for todoroki so you KNOW it’s good!!)

our boy has his old ratty blue t-shirt and worn out grey nike shorts on. feet kicked up on his ottoman, his calves exposed. (do you see where i’m headed?)

now— imagine his surprise when he gets up and notices the purple/blue print of a villain on his right calf!!! (im thinking late 80’s)

he genuinely panics— like he’s seen these stencils before— a few were super badass honestly.

BUT A VILLAIN??? A VILLAIN???

he kind of feels sick because like— what if his soulmate is a villain?? (you’re not, you just like tattoos)

he immediately takes a picture of it!! he plans on looking for you— aka stalking every single tattoo artistry page and the people they tag in their posts, also their criminal data bases, and looking at everyone’s right calf when he goes on patrol.

he’s hoping that IF you’re a criminal/villain, he could help you to become— well, NOT that.

he also goes to bakugo about this and asks if he saw anyone get a tattoo of it recently (because bakugo definitely would get tattoos, i just know it. it’d be all skull and fire themes too) (plus he recently got one) bakugo just says, “the fuck? you think i know everyone with a tattoo? what kind of dumb thinking is that?” and poor poor izuku is panicking because he upset bakugo (he actually didn’t, bakugo was just taken aback by the picture) izuku apologizes profusely (bc that’s his thing) and bakugo go just tells him to stfu and that he MIGHT know who tattooed the image because he recognizes the style. sooooo he takes izuku to the parlor and introduces him to…….

YOU!!!!!!! yes, you tattooed yourself!!!!

you’re bakugo’s tattoo artist!!!

“dumbass, show me your right leg” bakugo yells in your small parlor, like an asshole. this makes you roll your eyes— you’re used to him, you’ve been tattooing him since you both were 19, which was when you finished your ‘tattoo training’. “keep talking to me like that and i’ll drop you from my cliental list,” you turn around after you finished sanitizing your station (bc all good artists do!!) “just show me your damn leg for the sake of this idiot,” he points towards izuku, that’s when everything goes in slow motion, and pro hero deku shines bright. he’s omitting a vibrant color and it’s nearly blinding (omg maybe your quirk is seeing/sensing auras)

(also, we’ll just say you’re wearing shorts for the sake of this)

you walk out from behind the barrier of the station and put your right leg on display. that’s when izuku chokes— it’s full of all the stencils he’s seen and… the villain tattoo. “fucking idiot, why would you tattoo a villain on you? you hate them,” bakugo slaps the side of your head, cause he’s an asshole. “cause it’s badass! plus it’s an old school villain, no one really knows ‘em.” you shrug and smack him back, narrowly avoiding his fresh tattoo (you wanted to hit it so bad) “anyways, why did you wanna know? and speak fast cause i have a client coming in twenty.” he forcefully takes izuku’s phone out of his hands, and shows it to you. “why am i looking at a blank screen? bakugo i don’t have time for this,” you push his hand back. “you didn’t let me unlock it,” izuku secretly rolls his eyes, you caught it though. he pulls up his gallery and shows a picture of his leg with your stencil on it.

your eyes narrow— not wanting to believe it cause like, you’re a small business owner and there’s no way a big time hero could be your soulmate. “yeah no, i have no time for bullshit. did someone send you this or something? trying to turn me in for a damn tattoo?” bakugo grumbles bc he’s ANNOYING (i love him) and grabs a pen. “draw something.” “you know i can’t with no reference. i’m shit without one.” “JUST DRAW! ON YOUR HAND! NOW!” “stop yelling all the damn time.” you grumbled and begrudgingly drew a horrible looking bunny. like— absolutely terrible !!! looking bunny onto your hand. bakugo, being the ass he is, RIPS off izuku’s glove and shoves his hand in your face. “bakugo. there’s nothing there. seriously you’re wasting my time, i need to set up. i don’t have time for jokes.” you go back to your station and start getting the ink ready. izuku rolls his eyes again— at his friend, not you. “that was the wrong hand,” he says in a slightly sassy tone, which was funny to hear from a pro hero. izuku takes his OTHER glove off and walks to you. “here,” he places his hand in front of you and you drop your tattooing gun.

“oh,” was all you said before walking into the back of your shop. you screamed a ‘what the fuck’ and walked right back out. “well, hi.” your smile is very awkward because like— how are you supposed to respond to that?? it’s not everyday that your soulmate ends up being a pro hero. “uhm… so can we meet after your uhm, next appointment?” he asks, very very shyly, it was like he was a high schooler all over again. you just give a head nod and write your personal number on the back of your business card. “uhm see you.”

months after that fateful day, you and izuku are officially together! he’s drawn you many designs for tattoos. (either for yourself or your clients)

now— izuku may be a very talented artist but when it comes to tattooing? absolutely not. he tried tattooing a small heart in between your fingers as a little practice thing and— let’s just say, it looks like a jacked star. (pls he felt so bad)

while it was a little ugly, you still loved it because he was the one to do it <3

OMG AND THE FIRST TIME YOU TATTOOED HIM— he tried not to cry. like— THIS MF USED TO BREAK HIS BONES DAILY!!! THIS MF FIGHTS BAD GUYS FOR A LIVING!!!! but it’s okay!! not everyone can handle getting a tattoo and that’s perfectly fine!!

ps most of his tattoos are all might hero based.

IZU ANON!!!!! i thoroughly enjoyed this <3

[oshiawaseni]

I recently am now looking through the mha fandom for the first time and discovered your blog. Looking through your posts and analysis you seem like you’re quite knowledgeable about Horikoshi’s writing or him in general and are confident about the potential of bkdk being canon. In fact, quickly looking through the bkdk tags, a lot people on here are quite confident about the relationship, whether viewing it platonic or romantic. Now I kinda expected that, as a bkdk shipper as well, but I became confused when I found alot of people implying that Horikoshi “ships” bkdk or encourages it. For the longest time I’ve only ever consumed the anime and never really knew what’s been going on in the fandom. So I don’t know much about Horikoshi, but I swear I heard way back about him not liking the ship bkdk and deliberately implying the relationship between Izuku and Uruaka. The questions I’m getting at here is, what makes you think that Horikoshi wants bkdk to be canon and is there any hints about it outside of the main anime/manga that supports that? I acknowledge how it’s hinted at that bkdk heavily “need each other” or something like that in the anime/manga, I just always thought it was always going to be platonic and that Izuku and Uruaka will be end game. Maybe it is that and everyone is just joking about Horikoshi, idk I’m confused and lost lol.

Okay what you're asking for is a little strange, because Hori's storytelling really does speak for itself, his heart shows up the most in his writing of bkdk, but here goes…!

In regards to Hori’s feelings about them, hmm I’m going to get there one day soon(tm), but I’ll give you two examples outside the manga that show bkdk are important to him and why Hori is a bkdk like us.

First is when an interviewer was asking about Kirishima saving Katsuki and Hori responded to him with a sentiment that sounded a lot like “actually the takeaway from this scene was bkdk. that it was a bittersweet moment because Izuku couldn’t be the one to take his hand… but the decision was made." He really deflected the topic away from Kirishima and pointed at bkdk "Look at them instead".

Showing importance of that decision to bkdk’s development because THEY are what’s most important to the series, not any of their relationships with the main side characters. (And then we got the parallel to this where Katsuki feels he didn’t have what it took to take Izuku’s hand during the Deku retrieval arc. Regrets, regrets, regrets... everywhere. Now Katsuki is dead and Izuku "still hasn't told him ____")

My second example is something I bring up on twitter a bit, but that's only because it's so validating.

So you know when Katsuki died, every bkdk was crying and/or freaking out, right? Back then the mood was… “How is Izuku going to react to this?” And in a lot of bkdk’s hearts, we imagined Izuku kneeling at Katsuki’s side, embracing him, possibly acting very protectively over his body. People drew fanart of this.

I also had this kind of vision of him... but back then, MANY of us did.

But for the most part, we knew it wouldn’t be practical in the middle of a fight setting and then come January, Horikoshi showed us he felt the exact same way as us about them with his Volume 37 cover “illustration.” It was like a brainworm image of Izuku and Katsuki he couldn't get out of his head unless he drew it for the cover, something he felt bkdk deserved, but he couldn't give it to them in the manga because of the unrealism and impracticality of it happening mid-fight.

What I’m saying is: when Katsuki died, all bkdks dreamed of Izuku holding him close and/or protecting him and Horikoshi turned that collective vision, that many of us felt in our hearts, into a freaking volume cover.

As bkdks, we have this idea in our heads of these characters; what motivates them, what or who are important to them, because this far along the story, these characters are basically writing themselves. And by him and us connecting on this feeling Izuku has with Katsuki, Hori is confirming the way we see Izuku and the importance of his intense love for Katsuki as "the correct version" of Izuku that also exists in HIS mind, and he showed his hand to us of him being the biggest bkdk out of all of us. He quite literally is our King of BkDk.

The reveal of this cover is the moment I knew, without a doubt, that Hori was one of us. And that's not even factoring in that Edgeshot quote. Even that is a whole thing in itself to unpack, which I've done multiple times already.

If Hori's chosen composition and overall mood for this cover weren't already damning enough evidence for his love of bkdk and intent on making them canon, the other thing of note is that the red fingers in their background are HEAVILY inspired by Berserk.

When I saw it, I got flashbacks of the eclipse, and the hand that lifted Griffith out of Guts' reach. It also turns out there was a very similar "lovers" pose between Guts and Casca for that eclipse content. And then there are all of those Spider-Man death embraces with Gwen Stacy.

The inspirations for this volume 37 for the hero comic-loving Horikoshi are quite clear: Izuku is embracing his future lover.

[thecuriousquest]

Hear me out can you please do a yandere hitoshi and monoma and izuku a Yui komori( she's from the game diabolik lovers) darling that is still traumatized even after escaping the sakamaki makami brothers

But she still a sweet and kind person

But one day they come home and they can't find her anywhere and thinking she escaped but soon found her in a closet shaking and crying because of a nightmare of one of the brothers finding her and using her as a bloodbag again

And when they managed to calm her down she tells them about her trauma and past and even though they kidnapped her she still loves them and feel safe around them that's why she never fought back because why would she fight back against someone that treats her nicely and loves her

And they decide to help her with her trauma like going shopping with her or doing some of the hobby she likes and maybe letting her outside or just spending time together

Sorry if this is too detailed or it's too much

In Need of a Hero Part One

Writing this in three separate versions is going to be a lot for one post, so I went ahead and only wrote for Hitoshi.

Tag List: @issamomma

Yandere Hitoshi x Reader

Warnings: Implied kidnapping, past trauma, nightmares, violence

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You’ve escaped from the horrid clutches of the Sakamaki Makami brothers. They beat you, held you captive for your blood. You wanted nothing more than to start your own life again, only to be brought back into the life of a prisoner by a man with violet hair.

However, he is different. He tells you he loves you, and he means it. He shows it to you every day. He feeds you, clothes you, bathes you. He treats you with kindness that you have never known.

One day, while he’s out, you wake up from a gruesome nightmare. You hang from a rope like a dead fish, the life slowly being drained out of you as the brothers cut at your skin for more blood. The scarlet liquid dripping down your arms and thighs. Crying out for safety as you wake up, you see your only refuge: the closet.

Crawling into the empty space save for some clothes, you shut the doors softly. Curling up in the corner, you hug your knees to your chest and force your breaths to become shallow.

Hitoshi comes home. You’re nowhere to be found. Dropping the contents of his coffee mug, he rushes around the house trying to find you. “Y/N!” He calls out to you, but you’re too scared to answer. In fact, you place a hand over your mouth to make sure that you can’t be heard.

Finally, the closet doors open, and Hitoshi looks angry at first. You brace yourself for a violent strike to your face, for a knife wound to the body. It’s what you’re used to. However, his expression softens once he takes in how scared you are, once he realizes your face is coated with tears.

“Y/N.” This time, his tone is soaked with pity. He helps you up and walks over to the bed with you. He puts you on his lap, holding you closely. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

You shake your head and hide your eyes in the crook of his neck. Hitoshi doesn’t mind. He rubs your back to calm you. Once your tears are dry, he tilts your chin up to look at him.

“Are you upset because you had another nightmare?”

It makes your tummy stir with butterflies because he knows you so well. You like how much he pays attention to you, to what upsets you. You fiddle with your fingers as you answer him. “Yes, Hitoshi. I’m sorry I hid in the closet. I know you don’t like it. It’s just…the closet makes me feel safe.”

“Can you tell me what your nightmare was about this time? I know you don’t like to talk about it, but it might help you feel better. I’ll always be here for you.”

Your eyes begin to water again from his kindness. He’s such a sweetheart! Taking a deep breath, you begin to relive your past to him. “I was taken by a clan, the Sakamaki Makami brothers. They hurt me so badly. They starved me, beat me, used me as a blood bag. It was awful.” You clutch Hitoshi’s shirt for comfort. “I know this isn’t exactly a conventional situation, but you make me feel so safe. I don’t want to leave here, Hitoshi. I mean, you treat me so nicely. I love you. I don’t want to fight you, ever. You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met.”

Hitoshi looks at you like he doesn’t know what to say.

“You’re my hero, Hitoshi. I love you so much.”

Despite your tears, you give him a soft kiss on the lips. He tastes the salt, but he doesn’t care. Hitoshi holds you closely and returns the kiss after his shock wears off. He never knew you felt like this. He always thought your compliance was just because you were afraid of him. Now that he knows you’re not scared of him, he is going to do everything in his power to help you through your trauma.

In fact, he does just that later on in the evening after trying to come up with a plan. He reads on the computer about art therapy and how the sun can have positive influences on people. What better way to help you than to combine the two? He takes you to the hobby store, buying you paints, pastels, ink, canvases, basically the entire art section of the store. You giggle as he doesn’t even bother looking at prices. He just throws whatever he thinks you’ll need in the cart, the cart that is stacked very high. You like how he’s taking charge of the situation even though you don’t really know what he has planned.

The next day, when the sun is shining brightly in the afternoon, he puts sunscreen on you, and you know what that means. OUTSIDE TIME!!! You walk into the garden with him and find all of the art supplies set out for you to use. Beyond excited, you rush over to the easel and pick up a brush. You look at him for permission, and he smiles, giving you a nod to go ahead and have fun.

Hitoshi sits down on the bench and watches you with your tongue out as you concentrate. He can’t wait to hang it up for you in the house. Hitoshi just silently hopes that this will help you feel better.

As he sits there on the bench, he comes up with a plan to go after the clan who hurt you so badly. He makes a list of all the pro heroes he can contact in order to take them down, cut out the cancer if you will. He smiles just thinking about how he’ll drain them of their blood so that they know exactly how it feels. He’ll hurt them for you because he loves you.

That’s what good boyfriends are for, right?

[solarwindswriting]

Unholy

Pairing: Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x PopStar!Reader

Word Count: 2600+

Summary: Inspired by Unholy By Sam Smith and Kim Petras. As promotion for their newest album, Y/n revealed a mysterious hint at one of the songs true meanings. Enji Todoroki starts to quietly panic at this vague reveal by the young singer. Hawks is all too ready to fan the flames of Pro Hero Endeavor’s insecurities.

Warnings: Playful hitting, alcohol consumption, marriage affair, the use of Mx. (feel free to input whatever preferred)

A/N: Reader is gender neutral! Let me know if you like this story or not. Definitely a new direction in my writing style. Some bold decisions were made on my part. Still suoer not familiar with Endeavor as a love interest so sorry for anything that's OOC.

“Pop Sensation Y/n L/n confirms their new song Unholy is about a Pro Hero who acted as a Sugar Daddy for them, but won’t say who. Could it be one of their classmates from UA? We’ll talk about our predictions after this commercial break,” the tabloid anchor spilled before jumping to a commercial for toothpaste.

They laughed, popping a grape into their mouth. Y/n’s phone was blowing up with their friends’ names as well as the man in question's. The ‘news’ plastered on every tabloid in Japan was the same story and Y/n could almost cackle at how easy it was to rile the feathers of so many people so easily. As if on queue, a red feather whipped around their shared kitchen, tickling Y/n’s nose before finding hawks’ wing again.

“If I knew being your roommate meant being bombarded by paparazzi asking who you’re fucking, I wouldn’t have signed that lease,” Keigo complained, taking a grape from the bag in front of Y/n and leaning with his back to the counter. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to have the interesting sex life.”

“Maybe if…” Y/n started, leaning forward and blocking their bag of grapes from him, “if you left the apartment for something other than hero work, you would.”

Y/n’s phone lit up and started to buzz on the marble countertop. Keigo looks at it and smirks.

“So, when are you going to tell him?” Keigo chuckles, seeing Shoto Todoroki’s contact photo on Y/n’s phone.

“Tell him what?” Y/n asks, silencing the phone and sliding it into their pocket.

“You’re joking, right? That you’re fucking his dad.” Keigo’s voice became more serious the more he spoke, “kid’s like your best friend. I know I’d be pissed if my crush from high school was fucking my dad.”

“Aww, you’d have a crush on me if we went to school together? That’s so sweet. But I thought you were gay?” Y/n chuckles, picking up their bowl of grapes and walking towards the couch.

“Oh, don’t give me that. I’m a bi icon and you know it,” Keigo follows close behind.

“I’m not going to tell him, just like I’m not going to tell the tabloids! I’ll do what I always planned; send a group text to my friends that I made it up for publicity!” Y/n shrugged, sitting down and turning up the tv.

“Why do you even watch these shows? They’re all lies,” Keigo rolls his eyes as he tries to reach around Y/n to steal the remote.

Y/n snatches the remote and sends him a fake glare, “this is how I keep up with my friends from school. I use it as an opener when texting them. ‘Hey, Izuku! Is it true Ochaco is pregnant?’ It works every time.”

“Why can’t you just text ‘hey’?” Keigo questions.

Y/n gives him a look of disgust before speaking, “you want me to start a conversation with just hey? Like some kind of psychopath?”

Y/n’s phone had fallen between the cushions and started to buzz again. Keigo grumbles, digging into the couch and pulling out the phone. He answers it without looking at the screen and before Y/n can snatch it.

“Y/n can’t come to the phone right now, Todoroki. Can I take a message?” Keigo asked irritated.

Keigo’s feathers puff out and his eyes go wide at the deep voice that responds, “please give the phone to Mx. Y/l/n. I have something I must discuss with them.”

Keigo quickly recovers with a smirk, looking Y/n in the eyes as he spoke, “not the Todoroki I thought was calling. What can I do for you on this fine day, Endeavor?”

Y/n began to panic, not knowing how to avoid Enji now. Keigo leaned back on the couch, listening intently to the man on the phone, and getting comfortable. An occasional yeah or mmhm would come from him, but that was all he was telegraphing.

“Yeah, I hear you, Man. Volume isn’t the issue here. The problem is that they aren’t here to even take a phone call. They left their phone in the apartment by accident in their rush out the door. You know how Y/n can be. Always the forgetful one,” Keigo smoothly says, saving Y/n's proverbial ass from having to talk to him before changing the topic. “I noticed you called them a few times. Is there a reason you’re calling one of your son's best friends?”

Y/n’s hand found their mouth as a fearful squeak comes from them. Keigo knew exactly what he was doing. Keigo laughs as he pulls the phone away from his ear and holds the phone out to Y/n. The phone still said call ended for a split second before going black.

“He hung up on me, the dick. He totally knows I know now,” Keigo still chuckled as he turned back towards the tv.

Y/n hit Keigo in the back of the head with their phone.

“What the fuck was that? Don’t pick up my phone if you’re not even going to look at the caller id!” Y/n scolded.

Keigo swore he could see steam shoot from Y/n’s ears. He held out his hand. Y/n slapped the remote into his hand, glaring as they readjusted and faced the tv again.

“Hey, some guy named Enji Todoroki called you. Said something about it being urgent?” Keigo said casually, flipping through channels.

Y/n slapped his arm causing him to laugh and push their shoulder.

“No, but seriously…” Keigo starts. “Does he always do that old person thing where he’s always slightly yelling into the phone? Because he does that to me too, and I gotta know.”

Y/n rolls their eyes, pouting as Keigo starts a movie.

---

“So, Y/n, your secret is safe with me,” the talk show hoost starts, “Who’s the song about?”

Y/n chuckles lightly and they spoke casually, “my secret is safe on live television? You think me a fool.”

“D’awe. You can’t blame a host for trying!” He speaks directly to the camera.

The crowd laughs.

“After this, we bring Pro Hero Hawks out to the couch!” The host says to the camera and applause from the audience.

With applause, the show returns from commercial, and Keigo is bounding from backstage to center, waving at the audience and sending a few tactical winks at a few women. He finally finds his seat next to Y/n after shaking the host’s hand.

“Pro Hero Hawks! How have you been since last we saw you?” The host starts, tapping his notecards on his knee.

“I’ve been good but busy! Climbing the hero charts was easy, staying up there is difficult with all the new hero blood out there,” Keigo laughs, sipping the whiskey from the glass that had been placed for him during the commercial.

“You’re right! Last year's newest heroes from UA High came to the scene with numbers under their belts already! You and Y/n share an apartment, correct? Any of their old UA friends loiter in your apartment?” The host prys.

Keigo and Y/n both know what the host is trying to infer.

Keigo laughs again, “I wish Y/n would bring friends over. I’m beginning to think they don’t actually have any friends. If you’re trying to get me to spill on their secrets, I can give you this: it never happened in the apartment…”

Murmurs wash over the crowd.

Keigo continues with a smirk, “And I do know who it is.”

Y/n is quick to respond with a smile, “I swear, you can’t tell a Pro Hero anything. They can’t keep a secret to save their lives. I told Deku who my first kiss was and he immediately told Uravity who told Pinky who told the rest of our grade by lunch!”

“Oooh, who was this first kiss of yours with?” The host leans forward in curiosity.

“Oh, he’s going to kill me for saying this,” Y/n exhaled before taking a long sip from their glass. Y/n smiled proudly and spoke with confidence, “Pro Hero DynaMight.”

The crowd whoops and hollers at Y/n’s loud whisper. The host is fanning himself with his note cards.

“Now, that’s some juicy gossip! Where you his first kiss too?” The host questions.

“If 17-year-old Katsuki Bakugo is to be believed, then yes,” Y/n chuckles.

“Okay, even I didn’t know this!” Keigo feigns hurt.

---

“I don’t care what kind of relationship you have with them, Endeavor,��� Keigo drawls, flying next to Endeavor above the city. “What I care about is how that little fireball weaseled its way into your wallet. I’m trying to learn how they do it so I can scam some old guy too.”

Enji groaned, “don’t you have somewhere better to be, Hawks?”

“Nope! The commission wants to see us interacting friendly with each other out in public. So here I am!” Keigo smirked.

“I would hardly call this friendly,” Enji responds, landing on a nearby rooftop.

Keigo followed suit and continued, “oh, come on. I’m just playing. Stop stressing over it or you’ll do something stupid like tell the press yourself! No one suspects you. The main prediction right now is actually your youngest. So, how much did you give her in that NDA?”

Enji ignored him, taking off back into the sky.

---

“6.7 million??” Keigo gawked at his roommate through the mirror in the bathroom they were sharing.

Y/n looked up from their sink station, “yeah, he also made it clear he wasn’t cutting off our ‘normal meetings.’ The man really talks like an old-timey Sheriff.”

“So,” Keigo starts, taking a flat iron to his hair, styling it just so, “where are you taking me to keep me quiet?”

“Without an apartment, if you tell anyone. Remember, you’re living here for free,” Y/n reminds him, adjusting their own hair for their night out.

“I am unloved,” Keigo sighs loudly, the back of his free hand finding his forehead.

“Don’t be a drama queen. I’ll take you out for dinner next week,” Y/n suggests.

“Careful, they’ll think I’m the one you’re sleeping with,” Keigo counters, laughing while pulling on his jacket and heading toward the front door.

Y/n pretends to throw up at the thought of his comment. They grabbed their own jacket, putting what they’d need into their jean pockets. Y/n’s phone buzzes on the coffee table as the two left the bathroom. The two look at each other before both lunging for the phone. Keigo grabs it and flies off the ground in the high vaulted apartment and out of Y/n’s reach. He unlocks Y/n’s phone and looks at the text.

Keigo laughs while reading it out loud, “‘Are you awake?’ Is this guy for real? Man is married with children and still texting like this? Real catch, this one.”

A phone call from the flame hero came in. Keigo tosses Y/n’s phone down to them. Y/n narrowly catches it and answer’s the call.

“Hello, Mr. Todoroki. How are you doing?” Y/n starts into the phone.

“Oh. Is there someone there? I can call back when they leave. When is that?” Enji’s voice is as stiff as ever as he questions Y/n.

“I’ll actually be busy all night so I can’t talk business. You’re welcome to send an email to my agent. I’m sure she’ll respond at her soonest convenience,” Y/n shifted into a sickenly sweet young professional voice.

Keigo watched as Y/n tried to blow off whatever plans Endeavor was trying to set up. Enji paused for a long time, causing Y/n to believe they lost signal. Keigo laughs, shaking his head and grabbing his keys as he lands.

“Hello? Mr. Todoro-” Y/n was cut off by the man on the phone.

“Who are you with?” Enji interrupts, slight irritation in his voice.

Y/n’s disposition falters and Keigo looks at them confused as to what’s wrong.

“Um, I don’t see how who I am with is of concern to you, Mr. Todoroki.” Y/n speaks carefully, sliding on their shoes by the door.

“Are you going out with my son tonight?” Enji attempts to ask casually.

“Yes, I’m going out with him and a bunch of our friends for my birthday. Did you forget that was today?” Y/n quizzed, raising an eyebrow at Keigo.

The duo leaves the apartment. Keigo struggled to contain his laughter as he locked the apartment door behind them.

“Are any of them with you know? Do they know who you’re speaking to?” He continues to grill.

“No, just Hawks. Why? Do you want to take to him,” Y/n looks over and makes eye contact with Keigo who shakes his head furiously from side to side.

“No, that won’t be necessary. Call me when you are home.” Enji demands.

“I probably won’t be home until the early hours of the nigh-” Y/n was cut off again.

“You heard me,” Enji hung up the phone before they could respond.

Y/n scoffed, shoving their phone in their pocket. Keigo laughed at his close friend.

“He’s down bad. It’s kind of gross,” Keigo quips.

---

The two arrived at the nightclub together. Keigo threw his keys toward the valet boy who caught them easily. They enter the loud club, making their way to the back VIP tables. Paparazzi had been clipping photos since they stepped out of Keigo’s sports car. News of the Y/n’s birthday party spread like wildfire and the club was soon twice as packed with fans hoping to brush shoulders with any of the start-studded guests.

“So!” Miruko yelled over the crowd, gaining the attention of Mina, Y/n, and Denki, “who are you sleeping with?”

“I already told you! I lied about that!” Y/n yelled back.

“Well, we don’t believe you!” Denki laughs, handing each of them another shot.

Y/n laughs, before downing the shot with their friends.

It's nearly 2am when a commotion could be heard across the club and the whole VIP section looks over to see an especially irritated looking Enveavor being swarmed by fans.

“Hey, Shoto! Why’s your dad here? You out past curfew?” Katsuki yells over to Shoto.

“No idea,” Shoto responds at a normal volume, eyebrows stitched together.

Y/n looks from Shoto to his father to find the latter already looking at them. Y/n quickly looks away and pretends like they hadn’t seen him and takes another round of shots, this time with Katsuki and Hawks. Katsuki was standing behind Y/n as the three talked around one of the standing tables, his chin resting on their left shoulder, and his hand resting on their right hip.

---

Endeavor watched Y/n stand and leave to another table and how one of his son's school friends was practically hanging off them. He started to make his way across the club, wading through the thick crowd of people before being stopped in the center of the dance floor by his son.

“Why are you here, Endeavor?” Shoto asks calmly.

Endeavor froze. He hadn’t thought that far. He sudden;y found himself lost in a crowd of people thinking about why exactly he was there. He surely couldn’t say he was here for Y/n. Or that them being surrounded by tons of strangers who could potentially whisk them away scared him. And least of all say any of that to his son.

“There is a mission we have to attend to immediately and you weren’t answering your phone,” Endeavor lied through his teeth.

“I’m too inebriated to work. I will attend to whatever you need of me in the morning.” Shoto bargains.

Endeavor gave a short nod, turning back towards the entrance. For a moment, he pauses at the door, looking over his shoulder to find Y/n’s eyes on him once again. He left without speaking a word to them, but showing up like that was a message enough.

[envy-of-the-apple]

How would yandere Deku react to the reader playing a gold flute that's unbreakable because of magic that was gifted to her by someone from another dimension who has feelings for her? It’s like the music from the flute can connect with reader and her friend, there’s a special connection between them

i kinda mixed this with a fantasy setting idea?? Could be seen as either romantic obbsession or platonic. I kinda’ left that up to you. gn reader btw~

shaky writing because i was trying to sound all wise and philisophical and i forgot i was a smut writer

(Fantasy AU! Yandere, obsession, destruction of property idk there’s so few warnings on this one(?))

Playing God  

Yandere! Izuku Midoriya x reader

When you first meet Izuku Midoriya, you’re a bit surprised that this was the hero the Gods chose. He resembles nothing close to what the prophecy foretold. He’s merely a child, barely hovering about the age of fourteen, trembling in the dirt of your forest, marks and scratches all over his body. 

For a moment, you think to leave him. Eventually the elders of the village will come to look for him. There’s no need for you to meddle with the human’s affairs, especially ones concerning a hero. They did say those who intervened with the destiny of a prodigy often suffered dearly. 

It’s the frailness of his body that makes you break, how tiny he looks among the grass. How pitiful. 

A warm meal wouldn’t count as meddling, right? 

“Are you lost?” You ask. 

The boy stiffens, he looks up wildly, before finally focusing his eyes on you. They were bright. Green like the forest. He blended in quite nicely. 

He doesn’t answer the first time. 

“I asked if you were lost.” 

He hesitates, “...A little.” He finally admits. 

You laugh, it’s quick, barely a huff, finally deciding to extend your hand towards him. 

“Come. Let’s get you out of the dirt.” 

As his hand reaches up to grasp your own, you decide that he doesn’t have the hand of a hero’s. 

Despite his tiny stature, Izuku eats a lot. 

Two bowls have already been downed, and he’s midway through his third. Briefly, you wonder if you even have enough food to fill this boy up. 

He seems to suddenly remember himself, stopping himself from devouring the bowl completely, delicately setting it down. 

“Thank you for the food,” He says shyly, a blush blooms on freckled cheeks. 

You only hum, “Eat as much as you want. You need that energy.” 

He nods at your reply, going back to his meal, before pausing again. 

 “I’m...I’m sorry for barging into your home like this,” He says, guiltily looking away. He glances at the hall of your temple. 

“I promise I’ll leave as soon as I can...” 

You tilt you head, “What were you doing so deep in the forest anyway? Not even the woodsmen come this far.” 

“I was exploring,” Izuku replies honestly, “But the woods got so dark and I didn’t know where I was going and...” 

“Hm,” You say, “Exploring? Alone? That’s not very wise.” 

He’s helpless to do nothing but nod. 

“I know...” 

“Well, as long as you realize your mistake,” You sigh, stretching out your arms, “Be sure not to repeat this dangerous adventure again. Understood?” 

He blinks. He seems confused. 

“You...you aren’t upset I entered your forest?” He asks hesitantly. 

“The forest isn’t mine. I’m in no position to demand those things,” You reply, “I’m just glad you’re unharmed.” 

He seems to still be unsure. In response, you push his unfinished bowl closer to him.

“That being said,” You hope your smile doesn’t look like a grimace, “I might not be so forgiving if you waste your food.” 

His doubt seems to vanish instantly. Immediately, Izuku goes back to eating, scarfing it down with renewed vigor. 

When the sky begins to show signs of purple, you shoo him in the direction of his village. He keeps waving back until his figure fully disappears into the leaves. When he’s gone, you sigh, massaging your temples. There’s no moon in the sky tonight. A child is harmless, but it could have been worse. 

Maybe you should erect a barrier to keep pesky humans out. 

-

After centuries of practice, the art of the woodwind instrument has finally been mastered. 

The forest is quiet, thrumming with silent vigor. You can feel the spirits in the trees, the streams, the dirt, all await for your tune. As always, you sit on the floor of your temple, hands steady on your flute. You play something soft, melodious. The song blooms through your halls, spreading across the trees. Your eyes are closed, listening to the notes in a quiet tandem. 

“Wow, you’re really good.” 

You scream. The golden flute drops to the floor, sending a loud clatter as it rolls away. Recovering quickly, you immediately grab the instrument, before sending a seething look at the intruder. 

At least he had the conscious to look remorseful. 

“Sorry,” Izuku says hesitantly, “I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

“It’s fine,” You say too quickly. 

You take a deep breath, trying to sound a little more patient. You still can’t keep the frustration in your voice, still too flustered at how easily you were startled by a mortal.

 “Why are you here anyways?” 

He looks away, “I...was doing some exploring...again.” He says shyly. 

When you give him a look, he’s quick to respond. 

“Safely! This time.” 

You swallow your annoyance, “Wonderful. I’m a little busy at the moment. If you’ll excuse me.” 

You get up, brushing down your kurta. Izuku is quick to follow, scrambling to walk beside you. 

“What-what are you busy with?” He squeaks, “I could maybe help you?” 

“Gardening,” You say stiffly, “It’s mainly heavy-lifting work. I’m not sure a child could help me.” 

Why was he here? How had he even found you? Hadn’t he learned his lesson last time he got lost? You wondered if the dryads had helped this kid out. Annoying you was something of a pastime for them. 

“I can help! I’m pretty strong. And-and I could...” He trails off when you sigh. 

You come to a stop. 

 “Child, don’t you think it’s a little reckless to be wandering the forest again? Why don’t you go play with your friends in the village?” 

His face falls and you wonder if you said the wrong thing. When he glances down to stare at the dirt, you know you’ve said the wrong thing. 

“Who know who I am, right?” He mumbles, kicking at the dirt, “You already knew my name.” 

You don’t respond. He already knows your answer. 

“The kids in the village don’t really like me...” He quietly says, “They say the Gods wasted their gifts on me...that I don’t really deserve it.” 

He looks at the trees. You follow his gaze, hoping to catch what he sees. 

“The elders also say think same thing. They never say it...but...I can tell.” 

You can almost imagine it, a boy with green hair being ostracized by children, each which jealousy, annoyance, that this was the hero the Gods chose. Adults clambering together, whispering their distaste in hushed rumors. 

“Do you believe them?” You ask. 

He looks at you, confused. 

“They said you were a failure. Before you could even start. Do you believe them?” 

He doesn’t hesitate, this time. 

“I don’t.” 

You laugh at that. The confidence a kid like him has. You admire it, honestly. 

Heroes are rare, an abnormality. Despite all the years you’ve lived you’ve only met a few. You’ve never seen a hero grow, get stronger, flourish with the gift of the Gods. 

“Do you believe them?” Izuku asks. 

This could be an opportunity.

You tilt your head. “Which Gods have visited you so far?” 

He only has one gift so far. Strength, from the sun. You hum in acknowledgment, before calling out to the forest. You ask for ore from the caves, wood from the trees. 

You ask for indirect heat, from the moon. 

The sword is too heavy for Izuku. He bends a bit, struggling to support the weight.

Still, he doesn’t let it drop. You smile at that. 

“We’ll see.” 

Watching over a hero might give some entertainment in your mundane life. 

Izuku visited consistently. His favorite time was in the evening, just when you were about to play your tune. You don’t mind. He’s diligent. A hard worker. You supposed it’s because no ones bothered to try with the little hero. He’s grateful for it. 

You just wish he’d be a bit more efficient. 

“It’s been hours, let’s just stop here, for now.” You say, coming to stand beside him. 

He’s barely sitting, almost lying in the grass, exhausted. The hero groans in what sounds like acknowledgment. Slowly, he tries to lift himself up, staggering. 

You sigh, “Take a break. Gain back your strength.” 

He collapses back to the floor, and the sword sinks into the grass. Curious, you step towards his work, the job you’d given him for today. 

As you expected, it wasn’t a lot. The dead stump you instructed him to cut down barely had a scratch on it, a shallow line where his sword had mashed through. Could be his age, or his overall power, but Izuku was weak, despite the gift the Sun had given him. 

“No,” You tell him sternly when he tries to wobble to his feet, “Just sit for now.”

He looks like he wants to argue, but he wordlessly complies. You were glad you had to stop him from pushing himself, instead of the other way around. Tenacity was honestly the only thing he had going for him at this point.

“Thank you,” Izuku politely takes the cup you offered him, drinking the contents down in one swing.

You stand next to him, waiting for him to finish.

He couldn’t access his gift, he told you when you berated him one evening. He knows it’s there, deep within him, but he can’t reach it. Theoretically, cutting down a stump should be child’s play with his gift. You were pretty sure it was because he lacked any initial power. In order to start a fire, one needed a flame. Izuku didn’t even have a spark. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” He says when he finally catches his breath, “I can still feel it. It’s still there, but I can’t use it. Am I still not strong enough?” 

You give him a look over. It’s only been a few weeks but he’s already gained a bit of muscle. Not by a lot, but he didn’t look like he’d fall over by a gust of wind at any second. 

It should be more than enough, right? 

Maybe you were looking at it the wrong way? You bite your lip, studying him. He’s strong, plenty strong, but maybe it isn’t just physical strength that’s stopping him?

“I think the issue is that you aren’t picturing it,” You finally say. 

“Picturing it...?” 

You nod. “Gifts mainly are channeled through your body, but you need to guide it. I’d suggest temporarily setting a goal, before you fully harness your gift.” 

You expect him to jump up, eager to try your strategy out. Instead, Izuku uncharacteristically remains seated on the floor. 

“Something wrong?” You ask. 

He shakes his head. 

“No, it’s just: you’re always helping me,” He says, “I wish I could do something to repay you.” 

You feel a little guilty when he says that. You still don’t have the heart to admit you’re doing this for your own entertainment. 

He gives a frustrated huff. 

“But I’m not really sure what a human like me could give a God.” 

Now, that gets a laugh out of you. Izuku’s face falls to confusion as you almost fall to the floor in hysterics. 

“Sorry,” You huff, out of breath, “Do you...do you think I’m a God?” 

He hesitates, “You...you aren’t?” 

“No,” You’re still grinning, “Not even close.” 

“But the-the temple,” He flounders, “Your-your powers?” 

You shake your head. 

“I was simply gifted by the Gods, same as you.”

His eyes widen, “Are you a Hero too?” 

“Not quite,” You hum, “I think once, a long time ago, I was a human. A normal human. But I did something that a God rather appreciated. They gave me my gift.” You whirl the flute in your hands. Izuku stares at it, transfixed. 

“What happened?” He suddenly asks. 

You glance at him, he’s backpedaling, trying to squish words in a sentence. 

“Why did the God give you your gift?” 

Your smile falls.

 “...I don’t remember.” 

Izuku sits back, something somber on his face. A wince of anger.

“You...don’t?” You shake your head. 

“It happened centuries in the past. It’s...trivial to recall things that happened so long ago.” 

Izuku sits, letting what you said fill the silence. He doesn’t move until you’re scowling, telling him to get to work. He’s quick to comply. 

Your theory is proven correct when Izuku closes his eyes, focusing on his gift. When he swings, the brunt of the sun comes with it, shattering the stump completely. It’s shaky, uncontrolled, but he did it. 

When you ask what he was thinking about, he cheekily tells you its a secret. 

There’s a festival in the village that evening. Timidly Izuku asks if you will attend. His face falls when you shake your head. He’s suddenly wondering why you haven’t left the forest in all the years you’ve been alive. 

“That’s the price of immortality,” You hum. 

“Imprisonment.” 

_

Izuku is sixteen when news of him reaches the kingdom. 

Imperial knights are sent to his village immediately. Within weeks nobles and merchants swarm his tiny town, endlessly gifting him with gold, jewelry, expensive clothing he’s never seen before. 

Even the current crown prince of this era came to greet him. 

“His highness says there’s a school in the palace, a place where people can train with their gifts,” Izuku says, swinging his knees on the roof.

You idly stand beside him, onlooking the view of the forest. It was so pretty like this, the time just before nightfall came. The temple is washed in duller colors as the sun disappears beneath the skyline. You can see the moon creeping up to take its place. 

Usually, he’s dressed so modestly, simple clothes, scuffed pants. Today, he sits in your temple wearing an expensive shirt, material you’ve never even seen before. He looks healthier. Fuller. He gave you a fruit you had no name for. It tasted sweet on your tongue. 

“Exciting,” You state, indulging him, “When are you planning on departing?” 

He frowns. 

“In a few days,” He says. 

His tone is off. You tilt your head. 

“Are you not excited?” You ask, “This is the chance you were waiting for, correct? After all, there’s so little training you can do in a forest.” 

“I am,” He returns, too quickly, as if he’s trying to convince himself more than you. 

He isn’t looking at you, rather, he’s avoiding looking at you completely. Bright green eyes stare into the horizon, dimmed by the setting sun. 

“Then?” 

“You won’t come with me,” He phrases it as a statement. A certainty. 

“I won’t,” You agree, “Why are you so worried with my presence?” 

“I just-” He doesn’t respond, trying to figure out the correct words. He takes a minute. Then another. 

“I wish you could.” He gives a glance at your flute. You can’t make out his expression. “But you can’t.” 

You hum. 

“Have you ever wanted to leave this place?” Izuku asks. 

That question has never crossed your mind before. You peer into the forest, alongside him. You can see treetops, hills, valleys. It’s all yours. 

But have you ever wanted more than that? 

How have the humans developed? How has the world changed? The fruits Izuku brought, the clothes he wore, you wanted to see the place they came from. 

“I think It’d be nice if I could,” You reply honestly. 

This gift was a curse, as well as a blessing. But you were happy with that. Content. The world will change around you, evolve, possibly leave you behind. But you’re fine in your little world filled with green. 

You know Izuku doesn’t see it that way. No mortal would, not with their finite days. 

“You never told me,” Izuku says. 

“Told you what?” 

“Which God gifted you.” 

You smile, “Why does it matter?” 

He frowns, “Is that you saying you won’t tell me?” 

“Not quite,” You honestly state, “I’ve given you some hints, I believe.” 

“Isn’t it more fun to figure it out yourself?” 

He doesn’t respond, not to your last statement, at the very least. 

“I’m not strong enough to help you, yet.” He whispers, turning to look at you. 

“But I will be, one day.” 

You smile at him. But, for some reason, his words feel like a warning.

The next day, Izuku heads into the kingdom.

You don’t see him off. You know he understands. 

It’s not like you could. 

_

You lied to him. 

You remember how you got your gift. Just pieces, shatters of a complete memory. Sometimes you try piecing them together, trying to create a concrete storyline. Something always feels wrong, uncomplete. 

You always give up. 

In the end, it was pointless to try to explain remnants of a memory to a boy who can hardly fathom your passage of time. 

Tonight, once again, the moon doesn’t join you. 

_

To you, 11 years is only a moment. 

To Izuku, it’s more than a decade. 

He’s bigger now. Earlier, he was shorter than you, thinner. Now, he feels larger than most trees, towering over you. Untamed green hair is shorter now, and those giant emerald irises have matured. 

The only thing you recognize is the smile. Soft, hesitant. Nervous.

As if he’s unsure if you even want to see him. 

He timidly waits by the entrance of your temple, patiently waiting for you to acknowledge him. It’s a little comical, with how big he is, yet his posture remained the same. Polite, to the end. 

You wait for a minute, then two. 

Finally, you sigh. 

“Come here, Izuku,” 

He’s huge, practically dwarfing you. He has to bend over a little, hunch, in order to wrap his arms around your smaller body. But you’re just as warm, just as welcoming. 

You pat his broad back, and you can feel him relax into your hold. 

“Welcome home.” 

~ 

“You can only stay for a few days?” You cock your head, disappointed. 

He’s nodding, just as remorseful. 

“I already visited the village,” He’s sighing, leaning back, “So much has changed.” 

You laugh, “I can imagine. Tell me, what was it like?” 

Izuku tells you stories. Stories of his travels. Stories of the adventures he’s had. Stories of the long harsh battles. Stories of finally slaying the nightmare that had plagued this world for decades. Stories of being a hero. 

You wonder if he feels guilt, guilt that you weren’t there to watch him. You can’t blame him. That’s how he is. He needs to be everyone’s savior. You often wondered if that was just his personality, or the traits of every hero. 

You like to think that it was just Izuku’s. 

He’s smiling when he finishes his tales. The sun is setting in the sky. You won’t let him stay the night. 

He’s matured between his younger years. There’s no disappointment on his freckled features. He nods, with a smile. 

“You can only stay for a few days,” You say, tilting your head. 

“I’m offended you aren’t more saddened about leaving.” 

He jerks, stumbling over apologies and you laugh. 

“No it’s just, I have a feeling.” He smiles knowingly, a light blush over his tanned faced. 

You prod, “Feeling?” 

He nods, “I won’t be leaving you.” 

You don’t know what he means by that. It sounds metaphorical, because he must know you’ll never leave this forest. You’ll live forever, while he, the great hero, withers away with mortality. Another will take his place. 

Still, his last words feel strangely cryptic. You force yourself not to linger on it. 

~

Something was wrong. 

You woke up. The forest was screaming. You could hear the horrid cries of the trees, the saplings. 

They were screaming for you. 

You’re stumbling through the halls of your temple. It’s night, but the moon isn’t out, not this time. There’s no one to see you. To hear you. You feel alone. 

But you aren’t. 

Izuku is right there, in the edge of your temple. You want to feel relief, but you can’t, not when the thing he’s holding in his arms is too familiar to you. Something he shouldn’t even be touching. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’ve figured it out,” Izuku is smiling, spinning your flute in his hands. He’s too reckless, and you have a feeling he won’t listen to you if you tell him to be careful. 

It strangely feels like it’s the intention. 

“Figured what out?” You cautiously ask. Izuku doesn’t feel like the companion you trained all those years ago. He feels more than that. Bigger. 

It scares you. 

“It was the Lunar God. The one who gifted you.” Izuku says, his eyes trail up to the sky. There’s nothing. Nothing nothing nothing. 

“You never let me visit on days there’s no moon. You don’t have power on those days,” He looks down at the flute, “Neither does this.” 

“Izuku,” You feel like you’re begging but you don’t know why, “Izuku what are you doing?” 

His eyes are softer, like he believes his own words, rather than your tearful ones. You suddenly realize the forest wasn’t crying for you to come and save it.

It was crying for you to run and save yourself. 

“Don’t you get it?” He says, “I’m saving you.” 

There’s a crack. And you don’t have the courage to keep staring as he drops the instrument to the floor. There’s two distinct clatters, and you know it’s over. 

You can feel it. All of it, lifting from your skin. Your tether to the moon is disappearing. Your power is returning to someone who once gave it to you with a smile. The voices of the forest are growing weaker and weaker and weaker. 

Then you stop hearing it entirely. 

You sink to the floor, no longer someone with a god’s gift, just you. 

Just Izuku’s. 

He’s quick to retrieve his prize, following you to the floor of a temple that you once owned. His hands rub your back in a soothing gesture that lacks the intent, just the greed. 

“You’ll be okay,” He’s murmuring, “I’ll take care of you now.” 

He’s humming, just barely over your hushed sobs. 

“All you ever need, is me.” 

Izuku draws you into a hug, and you suddenly feel very foolish. 

Despite all the years you’ve lived, you were simply a mere human. 

Who were you, to play God?

[certifiedloverboy4evr]

Bear with me here. It's 12 in the night and im craving sadness. It's totally okay if you're not willing to do my request.

Prompt: Angst with Iida Tenya. With dialogue "Why does bad things happen to good people" and izuku's twin brother reader. And little bit of gore and torture.

Maybe you could tag me in the post? Thank you in advance of you ens up doing it!

THE OTHER HALF || Tenya Iida x Male reader ANGST.

trigger warning.— angst, gore (?), mentions of car crashes, non proofread.

tags.— @badblondebisexualboy

note.— this is my first time writing something like this so please give me constructive criticism! i hope you enjoy. :)

It's been a good day today, you've been texting with your brother about your plans later on that day and overall it’s been pretty chill. Ideally, you were going to meet up with your boyfriend Iida as it’s your 2nd anniversary, so you eventually had to text “freckles” you were going to be out for some time.

Normal day, right?

5:30 AM 1/14/23

“you look fine”. you think to yourself as your standing in a mirror, adjusting your tie.

you’re very anxious about your presentation, i mean— it’s your second year together with your lovely ( soon to be husband ) Iida. You always make sure to dress your best with him.

you very carefully pick up the ring he gave from when you guys first got together off of your nightstand.

“I’ll love you forever, y/n”. Was the promise he made when he gave you it. His voice always sounded so clear in your head, clearing any fear and anxiety your had.

he was your other half.

your phone goes off as your receive a message, you quickly turn your head towards your phone to look at who texted you.

❤️❤️ future husband 5:36 AM — I'm ready, i’m on my way to come pick you up. I can’t wait to see you ☺️

you 5:36 AM— i can’t wait to see you too! i love you 🥰

6:10 AM

hm.

Usually Iida isn’t this late, is he?

it had been a whole hour.

maybe he’s stuck in traffic.

oh well.

6:54 AM

maybe you’d been overreacting but at this point you’re texting him back to back, “hello” “are you there” “are you okay” “where are you?”

you were left on delivered.

you had gotten into your car and tracked his location, he was in the middle of a road.

maybe it was just traffic.

but then, you start seeing cop cars, “caution” tape covering everything and big expensive cameras.

you begin to walk around so you can see what happened but then your heart drops.there’s two crashed cars, one of them is.

Your eyes wander for a second and you lay eyes on his limp, disfigured body. He was completely unrecognizable.

everything happened so fast, you guys were just about to go on a date?

but why did it have to happen to him?

why do bad things have to happen to good people?

[agerefandom]

Top 10: Tumblr vs. AO3

Just felt like doing some statistics with my work!! Comparing AO3 popular fics vs. tumblr popular fics and seeing what I found out: thought other people might be interested as well! Ramblings about patterns and causes are under the ‘read more’ :P 

AO3 (by kudos): 

Class Outing: BNHA, regressor!Izuku (1247 kudos) 

Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To: Resident Evil, regressor!reader, caregiver!Lady Dimitrescu (759 kudos) 

Cold Palms, Warm Heart: Twilight, regressor!reader, caregivers!Alice and Jasper (573 kudos) 

The Doctor’s Office: Twilight, regressor!reader, caregiver!Carlisle (403 kudos) 

Kitchen Friends: Marvel, regressor!reader, caregiver!Steve and Bucky (336 kudos) 

Sound and Silence: BNHA, regressor!Aizawa, cg!Hizashi (321 kudos)

Restrained: Death Note, regressor!Light, caregiver!L (309 kudos)

A Story For Sans: regressor!Sans, caregiver!Papyrus (278 kudos) 

Home Sweet Home: caregivers!Carlisle and Esme, regressor!Cullens (273 kudos) 

To Weather The Storm: caregiver!Tamaki, regressor!Haruhi (238 kudos) 

Tumblr (fics only): 

Class Outing (167 notes) 

Cold Palms, Warm Heart (159 notes)

The Playtime Solution: Sanders Sides, regressor!Logan (159 notes)

The Doctor’s Office (150 notes) 

Sugary Sweet: Twilight, regressor!reader, cg!Jasper and Alice (150 notes) 

Kitchen Friends (125 notes) 

Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To (116 notes)

What Family Is: Harry Potter, regressor!reader, cg!Remus and Sirius (116 notes) 

Just Plane Overwhelmed: Sanders Sides, regressor!Virgil (111 notes) 

Golden Slumbers: Harry Potter, regressor!reader and Harry, cg!Fred (110 notes) 

Overall Tumblr Top 10:

Caregiver Valerie Frizzle headcanons & moodboard (409 notes)

Writing Prompts 2019 / 2022 (290/365 notes)

Caregivers Tiana and Naveen headcanons (244 notes)

Caregiver Jack Skellington moodboard (229 notes)

Caregiver Morticia Addams moodboard (224 notes)

Regressor Wybie Moodboard (205 notes)

Caregiver Bruno Madrigal headcanons (201 notes)

Caregiver Jack Skellington headcanons (191 notes)

Caregivers Sundrop and Moondrop headcanons (189 notes)

Caregiver Belle headcanons (182 notes)

This was really interesting!! 

Re: overall tumblr top 10: I think it’s funny that my throwaway moodboards are often some of the most popular content on my blog. Things I’m just like ‘ooh I gotta make this’ are mixed in with requests, I think that’s interesting! Ms. Frizzle just blowing away the competition, that’s amazing and I love it. Nothing is even close to how popular she is, and she deserves it. Jack Skellington coming onto the list twice? Come through king, I would love to write a full fic in Halloweentown sometime. 

Generally, the more ‘alternative’ characters seem to get a lot more attention on my blog: The Pumpkin King, Morticia, Wybie, Sundrop and Moondrop... Tiana and Naveen really snuck up there though! 

Moving onto the more direct fic comparison: 

....well this made me realize that I never published my Sanders Sides fics from this blog on AO3, whoops 

Setting that aside, fics with angst and plot tend to do better on AO3, while fluffy stories do better on tumblr: Sugary Sweet doesn’t even hit my top 10 on AO3 and it’s one of the fluffiest fics I’ve ever written, coming in at #5 on the tumblr list 

On the other hand, Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To is by far one of my best performing fics on AO3, but comes in at number 6 (tied with another fic) on tumblr, probably because it features a lot of action and gore alongside the fluffy agere elements, same for Restrained showing up on the AO3 top but not tumblr’s. 

My Harry Potter fics do way better on tumblr, which is interesting? Maybe Harry Potter fans are still reading their fics on independent forums? Or Harry Potter folks on AO3 don’t cross over much with the agere crowd. (Or maybe they’re just overloaded with /reader fics) I haven’t been actually into the HP community since around 2011 so I’m not sure what’s up there. 

Big shoutout to Class Outing for dominating the top of both lists: BNHA is such a big fandom that it makes sense, and I wrote that fic on @agere-fandom-time, which I think got more interaction than this blog: it seems like people are more comfortable interacting with a group-run blog, rather than an individual writer. Or maybe that’s a natural consequence of more writers putting out more consistent content, letting the blog get bigger. I’m not sure! Either way, even if I’m not into BNHA anymore, I feel like it’s a good piece of my writing, so I’m happy for it to be my top spot. 

[legoshi-plz]

Notice Me Part I

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader (eventually), Best Friend! Shinsou Hitoshi x Reader

Summary: College AU. Reader feels like she’s constantly overlooked/ ignored and she’s made her peace with that.

Warnings: Reader is coded as plus-size and non-Japanese (as a Black writer, I write with a Black reader in mind but the story can be read by anyone as skin and hair type are not mentioned at all.) Midoriya is Mixed (1/2, his father is Black) which isn’t a major plot point of the story but it’s mentioned like once. Also his hair is described as extremely curly + textured.

A/N: This is completely self indulgent. Please ignore if you don’t like or it offends you, this is literally just a lil treat for myself and the other black bnha girlies. Againf, it can be read by anyone though since technically anyone non-Japanese would be considered a foreigner.

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“You know, maybe you’d get to class on time if you didn’t tear your closet apart every morning,” Shinsou hummed from your doorway.

“How did you get here?” You were currently hoping on one foot trying to put your shoes on while not tripping over the piles of clothes you’d scattered on the floor.

“Your suitemate left the front door open. Now come on, I’m not letting you make me late.... again,” Shinsou turned as if he would leave without you but you knew he wouldn’t. If he was that anxious to get there on time, he would have never made the trek to get you in the first place.

“Right behind ya,” you mumbled grabbing your backpack and heading out the door.

Walking to class every morning with Shinsou was both a blessing and a curse. You were grateful he came by because it held you accountable for actually getting to your 8a.m. lecture however going anywhere with a guy as popular as Shinsou on campus could be... tiring, to say the least.

You had known Shinsou since you were in middle school where the two of you formed a quick and firm bond over the fact that you were both effectively ostracized from the rest of your schoolmates; Shinsou for his abnormal quick and you for being a foreigner. In all the time throughout middle school, people basically ignored you two, leaving you both in your own little world. However things changed drastically at U.A., at least for Shinsou they did.

When he finally joined your side in the Hero course, him being in class B while you remained in class A, Shinsou’s popularity skyrocketed. You saw him less than ever before as he was always training to perfect that muscular physique or with one of his many many admirers. He was one of the biggest players on campus and that title followed him well into his university years.

“Good Morning, Toshiii,” a voice called across campus. Shinsou waved in the poor girl’s general direction but never stopped walking forward.

“You do the homework last night?” Shinsou asked, nudging your side.

“Yeah, didn’t you? We got that assignment weeks ago.”

“You could say I’ve been a little... distracted lately,” Shinsou’s smirk told you everything you needed to know. That distraction was none other than his bustling social life with the opposite sex.

“I’ll send you the assignment. Pdf or Doc?” You sighed. Shinsou might be a little underprepared but he was still your best friend and you weren’t going to punish him for having a successful dating life.

“Doc please,” Shinsou hit you with that ridiculous ear to ear grin of his for when he got his way, which was pretty much all the time.

Class went by normal as ever but you couldn’t take your eyes off of one certain oblivious block of ice that sat exactly two rows down, three seats away from you. You were embarrassed that you had even counted.

During your third year at U.A., you interned at Endeavor’s hero agency with none other than the Half and Half prodigy himself. With his usual counterparts electing to seek out different agencies, it was just you and him working alongside each other for weeks and weeks. It was then you got to know him and realized how genuine he actually was. And funny and even considerate, in his own awkward way. It was there you fell for him and you’d been infatuated ever since.

Only he never saw you in that way. He never seemed to see anyone in that way. You had tried ingratiating your way into his friend group and though they were nice enough, you could never actually feel comfortable with any of them except for Midoriya. Midoriya knew to an extent what it was like to feel ‘different’ and he always made a huge effort to make you feel included in the group. If he noticed you weren’t talking much, he’d engage you in conversation, ask you questions, really listen to your answer and overall try to ease any awkward silences. He was a godsend and you were eternally grateful for his efforts but eventually you got the message that Todoroki would never notice you in that way and just stopped trying so hard.

“Something interesting about the back of Todoroki’s head?” Shinsou sneered beside you. He was the number one advocate for you to stop wasting your time on a lost cause like Shouto Todoroki. As your best friend, he always told you the cold, honest truth, no matter how much it hurt sometimes.

“Can’t a girl dream?” You sigh gazing back at the subject of your affection. As if sensing your eyes in their direction, Midoriya looked back from his seat besides Todoroki and locked eyes with you, giving an awkward wave that made you want to sink into the floor. You waved back slightly before turning to wallow in your own cringe.

After class ended, you stayed behind a bit to send Shinsou a few missing homework assignments and notes. As the two of you were exiting the class, you passed by Ochako, Iida, and Midoriya who seemed to be having quite the heated conversation. You were content to follow Shinsou’s lead and just walk past them when suddenly you heard a chipper voice call out to you.

“Y/N! You have great timing, you’re just who we need!” Ochako practically bounced over to you, her cheeks as pink as ever.

“Are you busy this Saturday? You wanna hang out with us?” She asked, her eyes wide. You were never really that close to Ochako in high school as she was always wrapped in other things (mainly her boyfriend Iida) but you didn’t dislike her by any means, which made you feel bad for wanting to decline her invitation.

“Um, why uh, why me?”

“We need an even number! So can you make it? Pretty please?” She was doing that thing where she had all of her fingertips pressed to one another and you knew you couldn’t say no to those big brown eyes.

“S-sure,” You looked over to your best friend who was observing the whole scene before him with a look of utter boredom. “Shinsou, you should come with us.”

“They need an even number, remember?” Shinsou rolled his eyes, while walking off. The two of you usually get breakfast after class so you hurried off after him.

“Okay, I’ll see you guys Saturday. Just text me the details,” you waved, rushing off.

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AN: Introductory chapter honestly, but hopefully the next one won’t be so dry!

[sugolara]

𝙏𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

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It seemed like today would be a restless night for F/n as she felt energy coursing through her. Well she needed to be up anyway as she had something important to do. One that she was going to keep from Izuku as she knew if the male were to know he would be upset, possibly even disappointed in her, but she didn’t care. 

For now, she would act normal and give a tiring smile to Izuku as he stepped out of the bathroom, “Should we go to bed? I’m feeling rather tired.”

 The said male smiled and happily nodded, “If you’re feeling tired then we’ll both go to sleep! Let me just lock the do-”

“Already did it.” She said, standing up.

He chuckled and then glanced at the kitchen, “I’ll put the food aw-”

“Did that too.” She then put her hand on his back, guiding him upstairs, “I figured I’d do it considering I haven’t been doing it these past few days.”

He once again chuckled, feeling giddy at how she was eager to go to sleep with him, but he wasn’t going to voice that, “Did you put a plastic wrapper before putting it away?”

She nodded as she opened her bedroom door, “Of course. I’ve seen you do it a million times. I may have gone overboard though.”

As she closed the door, he lifted the blankets and placed himself underneath it and turned the lamp on while F/n turned the main light off. He then reached over his notebook that was on top of the nightstand, opening to a page that had many tally marks. 

F/n was curious as to what he was writing. She laid down next to him, placing her hands under her head, occasionally peeking at the notebook. She asked a question that caught the male off guard, “If we were to live in a normal world, what would you choose to major in?”

He glanced at her before looking at his notebook, a coat of blush on his cheeks as he felt embarrassed, “W-well…I’m not exactly sure.”

She continued to stare at him and her gaze made him feel shy, “Sometimes I-I want to be a writer, then other times…I want to help people. I always had that presence that made people feel safe…so I hoped to put that in use. I know that sounds silly! Maybe even dumb! But if it makes people happy, then I’m happy.”

She hummed, her eyes shifting to the ceiling. He was completely different from her and maybe that's why she fell for him. In a way, he almost reminded her of her mother; always the one to help people and part of it was due to the fact she was a doctor, but despite being in a complicated relationship, she always had a smile plastered on her face.

“What about you?” He had already placed his notebook away, after marking today's date and laid down on his side so he was facing her, “What did you want to be?”

She thought about it before shrugging, “Nothing.”

His brows furrowed, “Nothing? Isn’t there something you’ve always wanted to do? Something you like, as in a hobby?”

Something she liked? Fighting, obviously, but if she had to choose something that was considered normal in society she’d have to say, “The military.”

“The military?” He said puzzled, though what was he suspecting? He should have already known she would say something like that.

“Precisely.” She said, readjusting her arms as she could feel them tingling. 

Izuku had hummed at that, his eyes casting down to the bed sheets. He often liked to daydream, and by often, he meant everyday. He was doing it right now, wondering how their life would have been like. Would she stay home and cook the meals? He doubted that as he figured it would be him doing all that. 

If she were to be in the military, then she would be deployed and be away for some time which honestly upsetted the male. He had no reason to be upset as this was only a daydream, yet still, he didn’t think he would be able to go through months without his favorite person. That had caused a blush to grow on him and he was thankful for the room being dark.

“If you were to join it, then you would be gone for months.” He quietly spoke.

“Yeah, I guess.” She shruggingly said. Her next comment had the male’s heart stirring, “Maybe I should choose a different path to be closer to you, right? Or heck, maybe we’d both join. You can be my personal nurse or something.”

He hummed in content and turned around to where his back was facing her. He had pulled the blankets to his face as he didn’t want his blush to leave just yet. He did, like the idea that he would be her personal nurse.

She sniffled as her eyes were glued to him. How lucky was she to have a guy like Izuku? To find someone like him. 

She let a breath come out of her nose as she once again adjusted her position. She fully laid down, letting the blankets not surround her as she wouldn't need it. Without haste, she nudged her arm underneath the male's head while the other one laid across him and let out a calm sigh.

Despite the male feeling tired, his heart was beating rapidly. His hand came up to reach hers and he held it closely to his chest, feeling warm, “I love you.”

She blinked. Her eyes stared at the back of his head before she then planted a kiss to his exposed nape and closed her eyes, “I love you more.”

A tired smile was displayed on his face before his hooded eyes finally closed and let slumber consume him where his mind would play with his dreams. As long as he was in the arms of the girl he loved, he had nothing to worry about. He

An hour went by. Nothing but soft snores could be heard and the occasional ticking clock that was hung on her wall. The faint sounds of people chattering on their night shifts could also be heard, but it was faintly. 

Her eyes swiftly opened. Feeling Izuku’s heart calmly beating, let her know he was still asleep. She slowly removed her arm that was underneath his head, letting a soft groan out as it had fallen asleep. She then moved her other arm that was lying next to Izuku’s hand as he had let go when he fell asleep. 

She then began to sit up though she stopped her movement when she felt him stir. She quickly grabbed her pillow to place it behind him and thankfully it did the job as he once again fell asleep. 

She internally let out a sigh of relief as she fully removed herself from the bed and left the room. She headed downstairs towards the kitchen, where she then kneeled and opened the cabinets and grabbed her duffel bag. 

Lastly putting her shoes on, she exited her home and carefully made her way to the gate, avoiding those who were up securing the place. Hanta’s death had brought something to her. You can’t avoid death, you can’t continue to mourn over the dead, so why not be prepared to not let it happen again. Be one step ahead while the others are thousands steps behind. 

She didn’t know it, but she was gradually becoming her father. She would soon be catching up to him if she continued to have the same mindset he embedded her with. She had no clue as she thought it was normal, but perhaps Izuku would manage to break her free. 

Though that was only wishful thinking.  

She picked up a thick rock, throwing it in the air a couple times before swiftly hurling it to the side of the house where she was hiding. The rock had managed to hit a mailbox, alerting one of the citizens who was on night duty.

As he checked the noise out, F/n quickly headed to the watchtower where no one resided. She noted that no one was allowed to be up there after dark and she assumed the reason for that being was so they wouldn't get hurt from any bandits. 

From afar, you could only see the walls, not a light was in sight as Nezu wanted to prevent the rotters from being attracted to the community. 

She quickly climbed the ladder and once she reached the top she stayed low as she used the pole that held the walls together and climbed down until she reached the bottom of the other side. Her bag made little noise, the pills rattled against the ammo. 

She used the houses to stay covered, only using the moonlight as a source of light until she made her way to the burned neighborhood. A while back, she had managed to find a house that was partly burned and contained a basement. She figured no one would come to scavenge a neighborhood that had been burned as everything had perished. 

The rotters nearby had fallen asleep and the girl found it weird at how they hardly move during the night. It's almost like their human instincts were still there. She ignored them as she continued onward, only killing those that loudly moaned as she didn’t want them to alert anybody else nearby. 

Once she reached the neighborhood, she used her flashlight, setting the light on the lowest as she looked for a mailbox she had marked with the rotter's blood. She walked by a couple houses until she found it and entered through the window as she had blocked the door beforehand. 

Seeing the furniture still in front of the door meant no one came in. She closed the window behind her and carefully made her way through the house, inspecting it just in case. She went room to room and upon seeing nothing strange she placed her bag on the floor, opened it up and began to work.

She took out a watch, a couple batteries, clothespins, tape, copper wire, and a yarn of string. She then took out a couple rusty nails and moved to both of the bedrooms. She grabbed any spare blankets and walked back to the living room, grabbing a chair on her way.

She placed the wooden chair near the side of the window and with the rusty nails she grabbed the end of the blanket, poked the nail through it and held it to the corner of the window where she used the back of her flashlight as a hammer. 

The banging wasn’t loud, but every nose she thought she heard had her pausing and continued when she made sure it was safe. She made sure that nothing could peek in or out as she now claimed the home. 

Once all windows from the kitchen and living room were covered she let her light stand as she grabbed the end of the couches that she had previously placed next to the front door. She grunted as she moved it across the tile floor. She pushed it towards the bedroom doors as she no longer needed it. She then went back, grabbing the other couch and placing it to the other door. 

With the remaining furniture, she also placed it next to the bedroom and bathroom, making sure that if one fell, the others would too. As that was finished she moved to sit in the middle of the empty living room where her duffel bags sat.

With the watch she pulled out, she noted she had a couple hours until the sun would rise. 

She wiped her forehead from the sweat before grabbing the batteries, tape and wooden clothespin. She sniffled as she placed each battery on the bottom of the pins and used the taped to secure it. She made sure the tape wasn’t wrapped around, only using enough so that it wouldn’t block the wire that held the pin together. 

She then held it in front of her eyes, smiling as it looked perfect to her. She grabbed another pin and proceeded to do the same until she had three. She picked up the copper wires next and with the tape, she placed a side of the wire to the end of the battery. She also used the tape to hold the wire to the clothespin.

Finally, with the yarn, she stood up and headed to the front door. She taped one pin to the side of the wall, cut a string of yarn with her knife, placed it carefully so the pin would pinch it and then headed to the other side where she did the same. 

She took a step back, admiring her work. She let out a small airy laugh at the tripwire she made. She wondered if her father felt proud of what she had done. The trap, when being tipped, would set the entire building on fire. It wouldn’t start off as an explosion, the fire would start off small until it would reach the blankets that were hanged above, then onto the roof finally making the fire huge. 

She grabbed the other set of pins she made and headed down the basement with her duffel bag in hand. She placed the duffel bag in the room. She took one last glance at the painkillers, ammo, pistol and cans of food before proceeding to trap the basement. 

Just in case someone managed to get through a different entrance, the basement would have a spare one. She’d rather lose her stuff than have someone else take it.

For how she would get out, she used the same window and closed it behind her, the curtain of a blanket fluttered from the wind before settling back to its previous position. 

She took in a breath, her eyes glancing around as she then looked to the end of the street. She had a map in her back pocket and she took it out, her hands clenching on it as she grabbed her knife and ran down the streets. 

It would take at least an hour and thirty minutes until she reached her designation and she would still have time before the sun would arrive. 

The cold wind slapped against her face as her heart and mind were racing. She knew it wasn’t a good idea, but she needed to know. She needed to know if Hanta’s body was decaying or if the rotters had eaten every last piece of him. 

All she needed was closure.