#mha reader insert

[redvdress]

IF YOU WAKE HER UP, YOU’RE DEAD

A/N: oooook since anon have been asking for some relationship bakugo stuff, here’s my version for it. it’s my first time ever writing for him but i tried my best to picture him canon, soo enjoy!! you fell asleep on your boyfriend’s shoulder and you got caught too, what did he do?

The night was quiet, and the halls of U.A were empty. It was late—later than Bakugo usually stayed up, especially with a brutal training session awaiting him in the morning.

Still, here he was, sprawled on the common room couch with textbooks and notebooks scattered on the coffee table in front of him. He wasn’t one to study in the dorm’s common area, much preferring the solitude of his room. But tonight was different.

You were there with him.

He hadn’t planned it this way. Bakugo had been cramming, prepping for an upcoming test that Aizawa had threatened them all with. Normally, he would’ve told everyone else to stay the hell out of his way, barking at any idiot who dared to disturb him. But when you suggested studying together earlier, something in him gave.

He wouldn’t admit it, but the thought of you by his side made it tolerable—maybe even enjoyable.

The two of you had spent hours working in a comfortable silence. Well, comfortable for you. Bakugo had his usual scowl, occasionally muttering about the idiots in the class or cursing out loud when a particular formula or hero law didn’t make sense immediately. Despite his fiery demeanor, you could tell he was laser-focused, determined to come out on top. That was just who he was—always aiming for the number one spot. It was one of the many things you admired about him.

At some point, though, the exhaustion caught up with you. Katsuki had noticed you rubbing your eyes, trying to keep yourself awake as you scrawled down notes. He’d been keeping a sideways eye on you ever since, but said nothing, too proud to outright suggest you stop and go to bed. But deep down, he could see you were tired.

It had been a long day, and between morning classes and the intense afternoon training led by All Might, you were wiped. The sofa was comfortable, and the rhythmic sound of Bakugo flipping through pages and scribbling notes was strangely soothing.

Before you knew it, your eyelids grew heavy, and your body leaned unconsciously towards him. Your head found its way onto his shoulder, and before either of you realized, you had drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Bakugo stiffened at first, feeling the weight of your head gently resting against him. The sudden warmth of your body against his side sent a jolt through his system. His first instinct was to wake you up with a sharp nudge—he wasn’t exactly used to people being this close to him, much less while he was supposed to be studying.

But for some reason, Bakugo couldn’t bring himself to do it. His eyes flicked down to your face, now completely relaxed in sleep. The furrow between your brows that had been there during studying was gone, replaced by a soft, peaceful expression. Your breathing was steady, slow.

“Damn,” Bakugo muttered under his breath, careful not to disturb you. You looked so calm, so vulnerable like this.

He wasn’t sure what to do with the feeling creeping up in his chest.

It wasn’t something he was used to—a strange mix of protectiveness and warmth, a side of him that he hadn’t fully come to terms with yet.

He shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position without moving you too much. He glanced around the empty common room, the soft glow of the single lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The dim lighting, paired with the quiet ticking of the wall clock, made the atmosphere feel almost intimate. His usual instinct to keep people at arm’s length was quieted by the sheer peace of the moment.

Still, he couldn’t help himself.

He muttered low under his breath, “Tch, idiot. You’re drooling on my shoulder…”

But there was no real heat in his voice. In fact, there was a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, though he’d never admit it. He reached out, grabbing the throw blanket that had been draped over the back of the couch, and carefully pulled it over you. His movements were slow and deliberate, making sure not to wake you. Normally, the thought of someone leaning on him, invading his space like this, would piss him off. But somehow, with you, it was different.

His red eyes softened as he watched your chest rise and fall, lost in your dreams. You trusted him—enough to fall asleep on him, enough to let your guard down entirely.

Katsuki knew what trust meant in this line of work. It was something you built through blood, sweat, and tears. It wasn’t something he gave away freely, either. But somehow, you had managed to crack through that thick, explosive shell of his.

Not that he’d admit that to anyone. Ever.

“Damn extras would never let me live this down,” he muttered to himself, feeling the slightest flush of embarrassment. His pride wouldn’t survive the onslaught of teasing that would surely follow if anyone saw him like this. Soft. Vulnerable.

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and Bakugo tensed. His eyes snapped towards the door just as it opened, revealing none other than Kirishima. Of course, it had to be him. The red-haired idiot had a knack for showing up at the worst times.

Kirishima’s eyes widened the second he took in the sight before him—Bakugo sitting stiffly on the couch, you curled up next to him, sound asleep. And there was a blanket.

Bakugo had covered you with a blanket.

A wide grin spread across Kirishima’s face, and Bakugo could already see the teasing coming a mile away. “Whoa, man, this is too cute!” Kirishima’s voice was loud, his words brimming with amusement. He took a step closer, clearly ready to capitalize on the rare sight.

Bakugo’s glare could’ve melted steel. His hand curled into a fist, and he raised a single, deadly finger to Kirishima. “Oi. If you wake her up, I swear on everything, you’re dead.”

Kirishima froze in place, hands raised in surrender, though his grin only widened. “Whoa, whoa! Chill, dude. I’m not gonna wake her. But come on, Bakugo, this is a side of you I never expected to see.”

Bakugo’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding audibly. “Shut it, Shitty Hair. Get lost before I blow your dumbass to pieces,” he growled, keeping his voice low enough not to disturb you.

But Kirishima wasn’t backing down. He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he shot Bakugo a knowing look. “Man, you’ve changed. You know that, right? I mean, I didn’t think I’d ever see the day you’d let someone fall asleep on you without, you know, blowing up half the room.” He gave Bakugo a thumbs-up, his smile genuine, despite the teasing. “She’s good for you, man.”

Bakugo’s eyes flashed dangerously, and for a moment, it looked like he might actually follow through with his threat. His hand twitched, tiny pops of sparks dancing at his fingertips, but he held himself back. Barely.

“You got three seconds to get out of here before I wipe that dumb grin off your face,” he hissed, his voice a low growl.

Kirishima laughed again, clearly enjoying how riled up Bakugo was getting. “Alright, alright! I’m going. Don’t get all fired up.” He took a step back, still grinning. “But seriously, Bakugo, it’s nice to see you like this. You should let it show more often.”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed to slits, but before he could retort, Kirishima had already slipped out of the room, leaving Bakugo to seethe in silence.

“Tch. Stupid idiot…” he muttered under his breath, glaring at the door where Kirishima had been standing. His hands unclenched, and he leaned back against the couch, letting out a long breath. The tension that had built up in his shoulders slowly melted away as the room fell silent again. He glanced down at you, still fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the brief interaction.

The scowl softened on his face. He wasn’t one to express his feelings easily—or at all, really. His love was shown through action, through the way he looked out for you during training, or the way he pushed you to be better, stronger. But moments like this, where he allowed himself to be close, to let down his guard, were still foreign territory for him.

Carefully, Bakugo shifted his arm, resting it along the back of the couch behind you. He glanced at the clock. It was later than he thought, and the weariness in his own muscles was starting to catch up with him. He hadn’t planned on falling asleep out here, but with you curled up beside him, warm and steady, he could feel his eyelids growing heavier.

His eyes flicked back to you one last time. For all the hell you went through at UA, for all the chaos and danger they faced in their training and in the field, this was one moment of quiet he wasn’t going to take for granted.

Bakugo let out a quiet sigh, his body finally relaxing against the cushions.

His hand, still resting on the back of the couch, slowly found its way to yours under the blanket.

He laced his fingers with yours, feeling the warmth of your skin against his.

He closed his eyes, letting the steady rhythm of your breathing lull him into a rare state of peace.

Before he knew it, he had drifted off too, his head leaning back against the couch, his breathing evening out into soft, steady inhales and exhales.

When Bakugo woke up the next morning, the first thing he noticed was the sunlight creeping through the common room window, casting long, golden beams across the floor. He blinked, his mind still foggy with sleep, before realizing he was still on the couch. And you were still nestled up beside him.

His heart gave a brief, surprised lurch before he quickly masked the feeling with a grunt. He shifted slightly, careful not to disturb you, but the movement must have been enough because you stirred, your head lifting slowly from his shoulder.

“Mmm… morning,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes as you blinked awake.

Bakugo turned his head slightly, trying to sound casual. “Morning,” he grunted, his voice still rough with sleep. He felt you pull away a bit, and immediately, the cold air hit where your warmth had been. His first instinct was to grumble about it, but instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets, standing up quickly. “You drooled on me, idiot,” he said, his tone sharp, but not biting. It was more teasing than anything else.

Your face flushed with embarrassment, a small, sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “Sorry…”

Bakugo rolled his eyes, turning away as he stretched, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness. “Tch. Just don’t make a habit of it,” he muttered, though the usual harsh edge in his voice was absent. There was something softer, more subdued, as if last night’s vulnerability had lingered in the air.

As you stood up and stretched, Bakugo glanced towards the door, half-expecting Kirishima or another one of the extras to barge in with more teasing remarks. He wasn’t in the mood for any of that right now. But the common room was still empty, the rest of the dorms quiet in the early morning.

Bakugo walked towards the door, glancing back over his shoulder at you. “C’mon,” he said, his voice back to its usual gruffness. “Let’s grab some breakfast before the damn extras wake up. And don’t expect me to wait for you,” he added, though there was no real bite in his words.

But as you fell in step beside him, your hand brushing against his briefly, Katsuki felt that familiar warmth bloom in his chest again.

[coldember]

Boyfriend Texts: Shoto Todoroki

note: everyone say happy birthday to our favourite dense but sweet shoto! || sorry i fell asleep and forgot to post this at 8pm

warning: fluff, f!reader, slightly suggestive

BLOCKING ANY MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS

[umehaji]

for a pro hero, Shouto is impossibly hopeless with all things social media. it's not that he doesn't have the ability to understand it- he just doesn't care. all his accounts are managed by his agency, and while he has all the necessary apps installed on his phone—not by choice—they sit there gathering dust, never once opened by his own hand.

so he’s sitting in his favorite soba restaurant one weekend, his mop of red-and-white hair tucked under a baseball cap, enjoying the pleasing hum of the kitchen when Bakugou poses the question. who, as always, is taking up far too much space, one leg casually draped over a neighboring chair. Shouto dips his head in silent thanks when Midoriya returns with their orders, setting the trays down before shoving Bakugou's leg off the chair to make room for himself. the blonde lets out a grunt of irritation but chooses instead to refocus his attention on his true target.

Shouto takes a bite of noodles, chewing carefully before responding. “i have not…made my intentions known yet,” he says calmly, gaze not leaving the dish in front of him. "that would be a bit of an invasion of privacy, wouldn't it?"

"jesus, you sound like an old geezer. s’not like i’m askin’ ya to climb into her bedroom window! it’s just so you can see some pictures of her, dumbass!" Bakugou snaps, but quickly reveals his true purpose with a sly grin, "and then, so can we."

Shouto shoots him a sharp look but then lets out a sigh. it’s not a conversation he hasn’t had before with his fellow heroes. “you’re not going to let this go, are you."

Bakugou just grins sharply.

Midoriya shakes his head. “you’re too nosy for your own good, Kacchan,” he murmurs, but then, casting Shouto a sideways glance, adds, “you could try opening instagram and just typing in her name. takes two seconds. besides, there’s a good chance her account’s private anyway, so we—i mean you—might not see anything."

with another resigned sigh, Shouto finally complies and does just that, if only to get the two off his back so he can enjoy his noodles. he frowns when he can't find the app for a second, then hesitates again, taking in the unfamiliar interface. eventually locating the search bar with some direction from Midoriya, his thumbs tap on the screen as he begins typing.

"how do i know which one is her?" he says, his tone slow and measured.

Bakugou groans, tipping his head back dramatically. "well do any of the small circular pics look like her, genius?"

a heavy silence stretches between them, punctuated only by the soft clatters of utensils from other patrons. Shouto nods once, his gaze fixed on the screen. then, after another pause that feels even longer, he asks, "what does ‘follow back’ mean?"

"wait-" Midoriya rushes to say, "don't hit that just yet."

it’s too late. the two other heroes watch, mouths agape, as Shouto’s thumb, deliberate and unhurried, lifts from the screen.

Bakugou lets out a snort. "well if she doesn't know you’re sweet on her yet, she will now. she's gonna see you followed her. oh, the noble half-and-half, internet stalkin' pretty girls now."

Shouto’s brows knit together, his voice edged with defensiveness. “you told me to do this.”

“i ain’t tell ya to follow her just yet. was just meaning for you take a look. there are rules to this stuff. you’re a public figure and she’s not, idiot."

Shouto squints down at the screen as if trying to make sense of it all. “i can see pictures now. i couldn’t before.”

"that means she accepted your follow, it’s a good sign! she must be active right now." Midoriya grins broadly. "definitely doesn't hurt that she was already following you."

Bakugou leans back, looking far too pleased with himself. "oh man...you know you just told the whole world you want to bang this chick, right?"

Shouto casts Midoriya a dubious look, who grimaces and says, "you...do only follow like fifty people, pretty much all of whom are heroes. one of your fans...and you do have a lot of them...will likely notice, if they haven't already."

deciding to ignore this bit of unsettling information, Shouto looks back down, lips curving downward in a slight frown. "and these pictures...anyone can see them? "

"well if the account's public, sure." Midoriya glances at Bakugou questioningly. "but if it's private, which it must have been, no. only her followers can.”

"oh." Shouto’s expression softens. "good."

"for god's sake," Bakugou snarls, finally snatching the phone from Shouto’s hands, knocking Midoriya’s chopsticks off the table in the process. the green-haired man sighs and ducks down to retrieve them.

“the suspense is killing me. let's see what you've been prattling on about all this...oh.” Bakugou freezes. “what."

Midoriya’s head pops back up from under the table.

Bakugou lets out a long whistle, eyes glued to the screen. his thumb swipes rapidly, post after post, jaw dropping more with every pass. "you've been keepin' this to yourself? christ, half-and-half.”

Midoriya leans into Bakugou’s space to take a look. his brows lift, eyes widening as he glances between the phone and their friend. "she's the one? she's...something else, Shouto."

Shouto wrestles his phone back from Bakugou and glances down at the screen, which is paused on one of the older posts. he lingers for a moment, gaze softening as he looks at the image frozen in front of him: you, looking over your shoulder, your pretty features lit up by the golden glow of some late afternoon light. his thumb kisses the edge of your smile on the screen. "yes," he says, "i know."

there's something warm and unfamiliar in his tone that makes Midoriya beam proudly at Bakugou, who rolls his eyes.

and then—

"what does it mean if the heart symbol here is now red?"

[k-nayee]

Ghost Town BNHA

wc: 2.8k a/n: Song Inspiration: Ghost Town by Benson Boone; recommend you listen while reading!!

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You fill me up 'til you're empty...

The late afternoon sun casted a warmth over school grounds as you chatted with  Uraraka and Midoriya.

It was nice as the three of you walked together; even the greenette, who usually had a hard time speaking to girls, laughed along with your teasing comments.

Bakugo stood a little ways off, watching. His crimson eyes were sharp with a certain tension in his expression that hadn’t been there earlier that day.

Normally he would’ve made some snide comment by now, especially seeing you standing so close to the timid boy.

But today, Bakugo wasn’t himself.

He approached you in deliberate strides, his jaw set. You noticed the way his hands were shoved deep into his pockets, almost as if he was holding himself back.

As he neared, you felt a flicker of something—nervousness? Excitement?—you couldn’t quite place it. Bakugo always had a way of stirring something inside you, no matter the circumstance.

“Oi,” he barked, voice unusually serious. “We need to talk.”

I took too much and you let me...

Conversation around you fizzled as Uraraka and Midoriya exchanged confused glances. You, too, blinked in surprise. Normally, Bakugo wasn’t this direct—not with you, anyway.

He was blunt, sure, but not like this. There was a hardness to his tone, an edge that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You smiled, trying to keep things light. “What’s up, Katsuki?”

He didn’t respond, his eyes flickering to the duo. You take the hint and turn to the pair, giving them a quick wave. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

As your friends walked away the air between you and Bakugo thickened. He turned abruptly, heading toward the school building without a word, leaving you no choice but to follow.

When you reached an empty classroom, you slip inside, Bakugo shutting the door behind with a soft click. The familiar scent of chalk and old textbooks filled the space, but it did nothing to ease the growing tension.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there with his hands still in his pockets, gaze fixed on a spot on the floor. His usual gruffness was gone—replaced by something much colder, much more distant.

We’ve been down all these roads before...

You watched him, waiting, hoping that he would explain whatever was weighing him down.

“Katsuki?” you step closer, voice soft. You offer him a bright smile, the kind that usually softened his rough edges.

But today, it didn’t reach him. He barely looked at you.

A sinking feeling began to settle in your chest. “Is something wrong?”

The silence hung between you like a heavy curtain. You reached out, your fingers just grazing his sleev—

“I want to break up.”

And what we found don’t live there anymore...

You took a step back, feeling as if his words had physically struck you. Your heart pounded in your chest until it echoed in your ears, drowning out the silence that had fallen between you.

“…What?” The word barely escaped your lips, a fragile whisper as your mind struggled to comprehend what he’d just said.

It didn’t make sense. Nothing about this made sense.

Bakugo’s jaw clenched, and for a fleeting moment, his crimson eyes met yours. He stiffened at the sight of you—vulnerable, confused.

Your brows furrowed in pain, your lips pressed together in an attempt to hold back the hurt. Seeing you like this made something inside him twist sharply.

But just as quickly, he tore his gaze away, refusing to let you see the storm raging inside him. 

“This,” he said, gesturing between the two of you with a sharp wave of his hand, “only happened out of obligation.”

Obligation...

The word hit you harder than the breakup itself.

He continued, his tone bitter.  “You know how the old hag was. Always on my ass, hounding me to give you a chance.”

It's dark...

Your mind reeled. You met Bakugo in middle school and from that moment you’d been drawn to him.

He was rough and brash with a fire that burned everything he did, and that only made you more determined to get close to him.

Your crush had been obvious, but you never shied away from it. You pursued him with a confidence that even now looking back you admired.

And yes, Bakugo had been difficult—dishing out the usual sharp remarks, disrespect dripping from every word. But still, you never backed down.

You tolerated it—not out of weakness, but because you refused to be intimidated by him.

You met his fire with your own; challenging him and pushing back, not afraid to give him the same energy he threw at the world.

It's cold...

At first you were just an affectionate annoyance to him. Always hanging around, always inserting yourself into his space. But with time, you grew on him—though he’d never admit it.

You became a part of his life, slipping past the walls he put up around everyone. He never asked for it, but he came to expect your presence—to crave it in ways he didn’t understand.

And now, standing in this empty classroom you could barely recognize him.

For a moment your voice felt lost. The Bakugo in front of you—saying these words and shutting himself off—was a stranger.

Something inside you knew he was lying. He had to be.

“…You’re lying.” Your voice came out weak, trembling.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Your words hung in the air fragile, and you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

But you knew Bakugo. He was a lot of things—angry, hotheaded, unpredictable—but he wasn’t a liar. Not to you.

If my hand is not the one you're meant to hold...

You searched his face for any hint of truth, any crack in his exterior. But his expression was hard, closed off in a way you hadn’t seen in so long.

“I’m not, and you know it!” His voice was sharp, louder than before with anger lacing every word.

His lips press into a thin line as his teeth into the flesh to keep the words trapped inside—the sorrys, the desperate apologies. Taking one last look at your face, he turns away with a scoff.

His chest tightened as he try to hold back the wave of guilt that threatened to swallow him whole.

But he couldn’t let it out. If he did, it’d be over. He wouldn’t be able to do this.

Wouldn’t be able to let you go.

"You are!" Your voice cut through the silence more sure this time. He could hear the determined steps you took toward him, the confidence in your voice making it even harder to breathe.

You were close now, close enough that he could feel your warmth even though he kept his back to you. He didn’t dare turn around.

"Tell me you don’t love me if you’re serious." You dared him, forcing him to confront the truth you already knew. "Because the Katsuki I know will tell me the truth, because he isn’t afraid of the consequences."

You know I'll stay don't you tempt me...

The words echoed in his mind, bouncing off the walls he had built around himself. And for a second, just a second, Bakugo faltered.

His resolve wavered at the sound of your belief in him—a belief he didn’t deserve, not after everything he was about to do.

Your confidence made his head spin, made the words in his throat turn to ash.

But no matter how much your voice reached out to him the doubt gnawed at him. The weight of every fear and insecurity clawing at the edges of his mind.

Do it, the voice whispered. You don’t deserve her. She deserves better, someone who can give her the kind of love you can’t.

The voice grew louder, drowning out everything else. They took root in his mind; poisoning every thought and emotion until all he could feel was the crushing weight of his own incompetence.

But all this weight is getting heavy...

"You want the truth?” Before he could stop himself the words ripped from his throat.

Turning around to face you with a vicious glare, his voice was laced with venom. “I can’t keep letting an extra like you drag me down!"

The second the words left his mouth the air between you seemed to freeze. Your footsteps, even the sound of your breathing—it all stopped.

The world felt like it had come to a standstill.

Bakugo's heart hammered in his chest as he forced himself to keep going. "You're not even in the hero course!"

Though meant to hurt and push you away, as soon as they left his mouth, he felt a sickening twist in his gut. Still he couldn’t stop. He had to finish this.

“Keep following me around like a pathetic dog. I will be Number One, and I refuse to have any baggage slowing me down!" His voice rose, louder and harsher than he meant.

Every syllable spoken was coated in venom, cutting deeper and deeper with each passing second. And then—silence.

Been holding up what wasn't meant to stand...

No words. No movement. Just...nothing.

Bakugo grit his teeth, jaw tight as he waited—waited for you to scream, to lash out, to fight back like you always did. But nothing came.

The silence stretched on, wrapping around him like chains, pulling him down deeper into the pit he had dug for himself.

Then, came the sound of your sniffles. Soft and faint, the sound of your heart breaking. For years, you always worried that you weren’t good enough for Bakugo.

You didn’t have the flashy, powerful quirk that the others did. Hell, you weren’t even in the hero course! You were just a simple General Studies student.

That insecurity had haunted you for as long as you could remember. It always lingered in the back of your mind, whispering doubts whenever you saw Bakugo training, pushing himself harder than anyone else.

And it had only gotten worse when you started dating him. You couldn’t help but wonder if people looked at you and thought, How could someone like her ever deserve him?

I turned this love into a wasteland...

But Bakugo had always been there to shut those thoughts down. Harshly. Brutally. He never let you get away with doubting yourself, always snapping at you for thinking so low of yourself.

His scolding had been tough, unrelenting, but it was his way of caring—his way of showing you that he believed in you, even when you didn’t believe in yourself.

And now...he was throwing all of that in your face.

His words cut deeper than you ever thought they could. He was attacking the very thing he had always defended you against.

The thing he had never let you believe about yourself. You weren’t in the hero course. You didn’t have a strong quirk. You weren’t like him.

Maybe you never would be.

The weight of his words pressed down on you, making your chest tight and throat constrict. You were so overwhelmed, so hurt, that you didn’t even notice one crucial thing.

He never said it.

Bakugo never said, “I don’t love you.”

But in your frantic state, your mind couldn’t latch onto that detail. Instead, it spiraled; twisting in on itself, unraveling every belief you’d ever held about his love for you.

Before I turn your heart into a ghost town...

Was everything he ever told you a lie? Was this how he truly felt all along?

'Was I just fooling myself this whole time?'

The thoughts came at you fast like a storm. Everything you thought was real—every tender moment, every quiet confession, every time Bakugo had pulled you close, even if he didn’t say the words outright—it all felt like it was shattering into pieces in front of you.

It was all too much. You couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t be here in this moment.

Not with him, not with those venomous words still hanging in the air between you.

Your vision blurred and you could feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest, threatening to tear you apart from the inside.

Panic set in. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight. Every part of you screamed to get out, to run, to escape.

'I can’t let him see me like this. I can’t...'

Before you knew it your hand was on the door, slamming it open with a force that rattled the frame.

Show me everything we built so I can tear it all down...

The sound echoed through the empty halls as you bolted, your sobs finally breaking free from your lips.

The world outside the classroom was a blur. Your tears streamed freely now, hot and stinging against your cheeks. You didn’t care who saw you.

You just needed to get away, to be anywhere but here. Suddenly, your shoulder slammed into something—someone—knocking you off balance.

You gasped, the impact jarring you out of your spiral for a split second.

Your eyes barely registered the green hair before you stammered out a tearful, jumbled, "S-sorry!" Your voice cracked by the sobs that you couldn’t control.

Down...

Down, down, down...

Izuku stumbled back wide-eyed in shock, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady you. But before he could ask what was wrong, you were already gone.

His fingers brushed the air where you had just been, mouth opened as if to call after you, but the words never came.

He watched helplessly as you disappeared down the hallway, your sobs echoing behind you like the remnants of a broken heart.

His hand hovered in the air for a moment longer, his brows furrowing in concern. “Wha...?”

His gaze flickered to where you had come from, the half-open door to the classroom still swinging slightly from your frantic exit.

What the hell just happened?

With a sinking feeling in his chest Izuku slowly approached the classroom door. Peering through the half-open door, he froze.

Tear it all down...

Inside the empty classroom stood Bakugo. The blonde had his back to the door as stared out the window.

Izuku had known Bakugo for a long time. He’d seen him angry, frustrated, ready to explode at a moment’s notice. But this...this was different.

This time he was silent. Completely and utterly still.

“Kacchan?” Izuku’s voice was hesitant, quiet, as if he were afraid to break the silence.

Not receiving an answer, the freckled greenette took a cautious step into the room, one foot out just in case he needed to make a quick escape. “Why was ____ crying? Is everything al—”

“Izuku.”

Izuku’s words died in his throat as his eyes widened in shock. His name. Bakugo never called him by his real name. Ever.

Not unless something was really, really wrong.

Down...

“Y-Yeah?” Izuku stammered. He took another step forward, but he froze again when Bakugo finally turned around.

Heart-broken, teary vermillion eyes are the first thing he sees.

His face was twisted, lips trembling as if he were desperately trying to hold everything in. The raw emotion on his face—the vulnerability—was something Izuku had never seen before.

It was like looking at a stranger.

“Kacchan...” Izuku’s voice was barely a whisper. For a long moment, the two boys just stood there staring at each other in silence.

Izuku was in disbelief at the sight of Bakugo. His childhood friend, his rival, the one person he had always thought was untouchable—completely crumbling before him.

But the more time passed, the more Bakugo’s carefully constructed façade began to shatter. And then, with a strangled yell Bakugo folded in on himself.

His body shook violently as he hunched forward, arms wrapping around his middle as if he could physically hold himself together.

But it was no use. The dam had broken.

Down, down, down...

Izuku’s heart lurched in his chest, legs moving before his brain could even process what was happening. He rushed forward, catching Bakugo just as the blonde collapsed from the weight of his own emotions.

“K-Kacchan—Bakugo!” Izuku’s voice was panicked, his arms holding the teen to steady him, though he barely knew what to do. “What’s going on? What happened?”

Bakugo wasn’t supposed to break like this. He wasn’t supposed to fall apart. He was strong. Stronger than anyone.

And yet, here he was: trembling violently, sobbing uncontrollably in Izuku’s arms.

“I… I had to…” Bakugo choked out between gasping, shuddering breaths. His voice was barely recognizable, thick with pain and regret.

His hands clutched desperately at Izuku’s arms, as if they were the only thing keeping him grounded. “I had to do it… I had to…”

Izuku tightened his grip, his mind racing as he tried to process what Bakugo was saying. “Had to? Had to do what?” he asked, his voice shaking as he looked down at Bakugo’s tear-streaked face, alarm written all over his features.

He’d never seen Bakugo like this—no one did.

Bakugo’s head fell forward, his messy blond hair shadowing his eyes as he gripped Izuku’s arms harder. “I had to let her go,” Bakugo rasped, his voice breaking as fresh tears spilled down his cheeks.

“...I had to.”

I'll tear it all down...

[wing-ed-thing]

Best Friend Headcanons with Izuku Midoriya

Tags: No Reader Pronouns, Classmate!Reader, Interpersonal Conflict

𓆃 Overall a solid friend who's gentle, considerate, and supportive of anything you could ever set your mind to, but your friendship will require a lot of work if it's reaching anything past surface level.

𓆃 Because, make no mistake, Izuku is a very good friend, but your relationship will either always be surface level or he'll become one of your very best friends for your lifetime.

𓆃 It's very easy to befriend Izuku in the first place. It takes less than one meaningful interaction to put you on his radar, and especially in group settings, time spent together doing activities is enough to naturally draw you close.

𓆃 Even if you weren't necessarily Izuku's friend in the first place, if Iida invites you both to his place for studying one week and Ochako invites everyone out to BBQ the next week, you're basically friends by proxy.

𓆃 Because Izuku doesn't care too much about the barrier between classmate/acquaintance and being friends. He'll most definitely care if you care, but that certainly doesn't stop him from awkwardly raving about your quirk or costume or other notable trait that's unique to you.

𓆃 Social anxiety be damned; he's curious!

𓆃 It also doesn't hurt that he's extremely easy to match energies with.

𓆃 And that's one of the most endearing parts of having Izuku as a friend, especially if you also have niche hobbies or special interests. Izuku is always eager to learn and spend meaningful social time.

𓆃 The hour doesn't matter; Izuku is always down to sit for any length of time in the common area at odd hours to chat or just share space.

𓆃 He's also surprisingly down for most anything short of criminal activity or rule breaking. Although, it does take some convincing.

𓆃 You and the rest of your friend group will want to grab fast food at an odd hour and it takes at least a half hour of warming Izuku up to the idea and talk him out of sticking too strictly to his sleep routine.

𓆃 The key is that you have to drop hints about it throughout the day to warm him up. You have the best record by far when it comes to convincing Izuku to take spontaneous trips or do spontaneous projects.

𓆃 (You convinced him to do a snack run in 5 minutes flat.)

𓆃 One fantastic thing about Izuku is that he never makes you feel like you're bothering him and always makes it abundantly clear that he wants to spend time with you no matter how mundane the activity is.

𓆃 He loves running errands to the point that somethings he'll run errands for you... and this is where you might run into some issues.

𓆃 For all of his overthinking, Izuku sure likes to assume. He likes to assume your needs; he likes to assume when conversations are over (even if you're bringing something serious up to him and you really need to talk it all the way through); and most egregiously, he often assumes your feelings.

𓆃 Izuku reads into everything, and there are times when the amount of reassurance he needs is excessive. And the worst of it is that he won't even ask if you're mad or annoyed or whatever negative emotion he's afraid of you having.

𓆃 He'll just be avoiding you for a few days and it's up to you to ask if anything is wrong with him.

𓆃 Or the times he comes to you, his way of asking can be presumptuous and sometimes even insulting.

𓆃 "I know you were outperformed by Komori in the last match-ups, and you're super angry— I mean, it's no wonder because, with her new support items, the matchup was super one-sided from the beginning, so I understand why you're feeling really useless and weak right now..." and he'll say all that without you having even said a word.

𓆃 This can inadvertently turn things that are occupying your brain space into issues with him. He'll express regret that he didn't help you more with your strategy— even if you didn't even ask him for help in the first place— and suddenly the conversation about feeling bummed about your loss has turned into comforting Izuku.

𓆃 And any kind of direct conversation leads to him trying to overcompensate. No matter how calm or peaceful you are in bringing up issues between the two of you, you can almost certainly count on him saying, "I'll never do it ever again," "I can't believe I've been such a bad friend," and "You don't deserve to have to deal with someone like me."

𓆃 While he's not trying to be manipulative, his words most definitely come off as such. And it comes from an inability to take things he's done wrong in stride.

𓆃 And this isn't to mention if you do something that bothers him. He'll ignore that and plan on taking it to his grave, not realizing that there's been an awkward resentment or tension building up that will inevitably burst.

𓆃 Although, make no mistake, Izuku isn't some passive guy who will take the hits as they come without a word. If he's not passive-aggressive in his anger toward you, he's not afraid to let everything he's been stewing in explode on you all at once, and those unfiltered thoughts can be nasty.

𓆃 For someone so well-spoken in most other parts of his life, Izuku doesn't know how to split the different between passive-aggressive avoidance and direct, emotional sputtering when it comes to his interpersonal conflict communication.

𓆃 The moment emotions get tied up in everything is the moment Izuku implodes.

𓆃 He'll never tell you that he felt left out of something or that something you've been saying has been rubbing him the wrong way, but he expects you to pick up on that without ever mentioning it to you.

𓆃 Depending on the level of issues you have with each other, you're going to have one serious conversation that makes or breaks your entire friendship. Because for how skittish and people-pleasing Midoriya is, he's surprisingly high maintenance.

𓆃 He expects, on some level, that everyone thinks like he does and is as thorough as he is. Izuku doesn't like having direct conversations about issues, so he doesn't until it's too late.

𓆃 And truly, isn't that how it goes when direct communication isn't within your wheelhouse?

𓆃 That's your main obstacle because it's truly bound to happen. But if you care about each other enough and choose to listen with open hearts and minds, you'll have made a friend for life.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

[aswanlake]

Crossed With Glass

• 0.2⠀( dogs don’t want, they beg , silly puppet . )⠀by aswanlake.

synopsis: waking up is the last thing Kyo thought would be possible after her accident. however now she doesn’t remember the last two years of her life and something is off. her body is put back together, skin repaired and injuries basically faded. how is this even possible? her only answer is a very short and awkward looking doctor, peering over her whenever she awoke.

content warnings: non canon timeline (season 1 now takes place in third year instead of first year), description of injury \ blood & death, fem!reader, 3rd person POV, cussing, villainous activity, murder, hurt / some comfort, canon violence, suggestive themes, angst, fighting, adult themes, language inaccuracies, medical inaccuracies, no use of y/n, non-sexual mentions of nudity (not real), degrading language / behavior, father-like kurogiri, implied grooming, dehumanization,

a/n: reader is referred to as “puppet” as a name, this being used to refer to the reader in a dehumanizing way, if you don’t like it then please ignore it. Reader has no canon name however I never use Y/N throughout the story, reader will always be referred to by a nickname of some sort. headers by @diviniyae

tags ; @graythecoffeebean @vikizzy @airinanami @naliarefira @vrtualvampy @nersukehiro @diorpar @sunonbody @jaebumblebee

wc : 4.8k

song of the chapter⠀⠀:⠀⠀briston by sydney rose .

There were vivid flashes of life. Memories that she didn’t remember to be her own, she had never been to such high class establishments or these back alleyways of Musutafu and yet her mind knew them as if a map had been implanted into her brain. There was a chill that ran over her body after each shattered memory, the shiver running up her spine before it all went blank again, completely white. She wasn’t allowed to keep these memories for long, as soon as her mouth remembered how to open and words could form, the memories were forgotten and she was back to the white room and ceiling with that chill making her body shiver. It wasn’t that cold in Japan and it was obvious that she was at least in a room so she shouldn’t have been that cold, there was no reason for her body to shiver and yet every time she got even a smidge of her eyes opening and any recollection of what happened the chill returned.

However this time it didn’t, her eyes opened adjusting to the dimly lit room, no windows, just white walls that added to the harshness that continued to nip at her body. Her body took a moment to remember how it worked, arms dragging her down with its weight before finally inching upwards towards the destination her brain had in mind, however her eyes noticed before her head did that her arm didn’t belong to her. It wasn’t her own, she wasn’t sure how she knew that but it was just a gut feeling, an inkling, her entire body felt brand new, nothing felt like it belonged to her. The skin on her body felt fake as if she was a mannequin who’s clothes had been rearranged, put in a display case for everyone to look upon her naked form.

Her sulking and questioning was interrupted by a man entering, he was short and lacking hair, clearly old and his coat forced the assumption that he was a doctor of some sort. His hand adjusted the eye glass he wore before an expiration of pure surprise and joy replaced it. “You’re awake. I thought you would be out at least a little bit longer, I went to go get lunch. Onigiri?” It was uncanny, why was he being so welcoming and nice to her? Where was she? Who was he? Who was she? Her mouth opened to respond but it was dry, lips cracked and rough so she simply shook her head, she wasn’t sure if she could stomach it right now. He still pushed one towards her, salmon, it’s easy on the stomach and good for her anyways. Next he passed a chapstick next to it, watching her curious expression as she attempted to figure out what it was, with a heart laugh he opened it for her, walking towards the table she laid upon. “Forgot that you don’t know how to use this, or what this is. This is chapstick, it’s for your lips that are chapped, that dry feeling.” She simply nodded her head at his explanation, reaching for it and cautiously applying it to her lips. 

They almost instantly felt better, however the few pieces of dead skin ruined the completely smooth glide that she would have had. “Where am I?” Her mouth finally allowed words to leave and that was the only question she could ask, the others were jumbled in her brain refusing to give her a single answer. He nudged the onigiri closer towards her before walking towards a dimly lit tablet set up on a desk. It monitored her vitals, her heartbeat, blood sugar, but the weirdest thing was her brain waves showing up upon the small screen. She squinted her eyes to get a better look and the doctor gave a quick chuckle, pulling what looked to be a clip from a project and it rolled up into a little ball on the ceiling. Instead of the all white wall room she was used to, it was replaced by a huge monitor, the information that had just been on the tablet now showing up on the huge screen in a much clearer picture.

However the action only made her more uncomfortable, now being able to see things appear on the screen. Her mouth mindlessly nibbled on the onigiri in her hand while her eyes scanned the screen. “You’re home. Soon you’ll be able to leave.” She didn’t remember her home but this place did feel a little bit familiar, not much but a little bit. She didn’t nod or shake her head, no approval or denial, she wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth or not. “In a little bit you aren't going to be yourself-” Her gaze finally flicked in his direction, unsure of what he was truly referring to. She felt like herself right now, hy would she not feel like herself in a little bit? How long is a little bit? “You’re not going to remember me telling you this, I should know. We’ve done this little routine plenty of times. How do you think I know salmon is your choice?” Slowly she placed the item of food down, assuming it to be drugged or perhaps worse but the man before her only laughed. “It’s not drugged sweetheart. We don’t need something like that after all we’ve done to you. I’m gonna say a few words and you won’t remember what happens but once you finish your mission everything will be good as new and I’ll bring you back.” Fear shot through her body for a reason she didn't understand, was he gonna hurt her? Were these words gonna hurt her? Her body tried to move away from him but it was fruitless, his mouth opened and words droned out, she barely heard him as everything started to hurt. Her head started to burn as if erasing her freewill before her eyes, any ties to independence were forgotten and co-dependency were the only things keeping her alive. The only word that stuck with her was “制御”, which meant control.

When she awoke or rather gained just a pinch of consciousness again, she was inside of a building that she didn’t remember, at this point she didn’t remember anything so that was a terrible analogy to show her discomfort. It was cold but not as cold as the lab she had woken up in, vials filled the area with unknown liquids and all the scientists that seemed as though they had been working on them now covered the floor. Some blood seeping into the soles of her shoe, did she kill him? Did she hurt them? She was never a violent person, she wasn’t sure why she would hurt these people out of nowhere. What did they do to her to deserve such a treatment? Her mind swirling questions were interrupted by the moaning from a man on the floor, crimson oozing out of his injury with every move he made. Her eyes glared at him, wide and wild, filled with a mix of fear and concern which were returned by him with nothing but terror.

“Please, please let me live. I won’t tell anyone I swear, just let me live.” He looked her dead in the eyes, maybe she should be wearing a hood or a mask for protection from things like this, now she had to kill him because he had seen her face. She had to kill him or someone else would. She had to kill him to put him out of his misery. She had to kill him because she would be the most merciful about it. The more she said it, the more it became true in her mind. Her body stalked back over to him consciousness running to hide in the back of her mind to accept its fate and escape the guilt. She didn’t want to kill him but she had to right? Why did she feel the need to hurt him? To kill him? To get rid of him? Why was she so worried about being caught? Didn’t she want to escape? The questions still ran rampant in her mind as her foot was on his throat, pressing deeply, harder and harder as if she was going to use him as a stepping stone. The crack of his skin was silent but the crushing of his veins sounded like the breaking of a saltine cracker or the shelling of a hard boiled egg. Then finally her foot went through, landing on the ground covered in a sticky substance, her eyes couldn’t look down to witness what she had done but she knew he stopped moving and that was enough to still her mind.

“Doctor. We have a problem.”

Reviewing the security footage from the incident at the science lab did not help with the investigation. There was absolutely nothing, as soon as even a small image of the person responsible showed up on screen the video began to blur and warp as if it was tampered with. Asking for interviews was useless, everyone on the scene was dead. The police suspected that it was a personal attack due to the treatment of one of the scientists, the others had been killed somewhat humanly, the actions mimicking that of a hunter and it’s way of killing animals but just one, his entire throat had been crushed, it took hours to even clean him up completely, it was disgusting. The more confusing thing was the fact that nothing was taken from the lab, not a single vial was touched, dangerous chemicals that any villain would have been happy to get its hands on were left in the same spot they were yesterday. They went through the entire catalog just to ensure nothing had been taken, even tested the materials to ensure they weren’t switched or changed with anything but everything was exactly where it should have been. This was odd, Aizawa knew it but there was nothing he could do about it rather than just keep asking questions that would never be answered so the police eventually had to let it go. It became a cold case in the matter of 48 hours. Despite having the culprit on video there was nothing they could do. Families were upset, rightfully so but there was nothing that could be done.

“Did I kill him?” She asked, sitting on the same table she was woken up on, munching on another packaged salmon onigiri that she had been given while her vitals were being measured. She was allowed to have a TV now, watching the news as if she was being punished by her actions by being forced to rewatch them. “I told you to. So of course you did.” It was uncanny, this sense of having no control over her body and the man next to her being so uncomfortably calm about it, however this was more freedom than she was expecting so that was somewhat a good thing but she still didn’t understand why she was here and what she was doing. “Are you just going to make me kill people? All the time? What if I don’t want to?” The doctor laughed at her, a hearty chuckle that came from his belly as if it was the first time he had ever heard “a joke”. “I don’t care if you don’t want to. You aren’t here to want. Dogs don’t want, they follow directions and they beg if they want something. Are you going to beg me to not kill someone?” He was clearly gauging what she was going to say and she wasn’t sure what the correct answer was but she was compelled to tell whatever truth would leave her lips. “If I have to. I’m not a killer.” She blinked at him, stone cold and unwavering as he shook his head, making a “tsk” sound with his mouth. “I guess you weren’t ready to come out yet. Who would have thought that he would have been right- of all people?” Fear, now she remembered what it felt like and she hated it, her body shaking uncontrollably, mind running relentlessly because her legs wouldn’t move no matter how hard she tried. She didn’t remember what she was running from but she knew it couldn’t be good. “Please don’t.”

She swallowed heavily as she stared at him with an expression of pure glee, he was sick. This was a man who was fucking sick, he didn’t love her or care about her, he cared about his investment in her. She wanted to crawl away, maybe crush his throat like she had the scientist but couldn’t move, not unless he told her that she could. “You talk too much, you know? I’ll fix that next time. Lay back.” Just like that her mouth zipped itself shut, lips sewn together with red thread and her body laid back, eyes staring helplessly at the ceiling, this felt familiar, from what she wasn’t sure but she knew that it was something she didn’t want to experience again. Her mouth only opened again whenever he waved a mouthpiece in front of her like a treat, like she was a dog. She wanted to scream out in fear but nothing came, beg for the life that he said he might give to her if she gave up her pride, her arms and feet were shackled but even without it she wouldn’t have moved, not without permission. “This will only hurt a little bit.. A lot a bit, but you can take it can’t you? You’re my prize, I made you so strong, so that you could take it.” She wanted to shake her head at him, disagree with his overestimation of her strength but there was nothing, the only thing that came were tears welling up her eyes, she looked pathetic and it was insufferable. She returned to her line of sight, placing what felt like stickers along her body, the same ones she had earlier to measure her heart rate and brain waves, was he really going to do this to her again? What was this? Why was she so afraid? Why couldn’t she stop the tears from falling? He shushed her tears, wiping them with his hand, disgust filling her senses as she tried to pull away from him. “Stay still, it will hurt less.” What a liar.

She didn’t think she’s ever screamed louder, the reason for restraints made a lot more sense as she fought against them with every sense of strength she had. Her legs kicked aimlessly at the table, arms flailing as they tried to escape their prison and her head twisting to find a break from the excruciating pain that came with no break. Her voice cracked but her sobs and screams never stopped, it was as if her limbs were being ripped from her body, slowly to ensure the most anguish. What made it worse is that she started to remember, her mind started to flash memories of a boy with blonde hair, an unruly temper but never raised his voice at her, soon it began to scratch itself from her mind, everything that had been etched into stone was wiped clean. It was unknown how long she had been going through this torture but it felt like forever, she was on fucking fire, her body wouldn’t still and her mind never knew calm, even small movements were met with pain until she was basically thrashing across the table, trying to escape this hell. The scientist she killed was erased, such a small insignificant detail and yet she still wasn’t allowed to hold onto it, anything her arms tried to keep close to her was ripped away and destroyed before her eyes. Until finally, it stopped. Her body falling limply onto the table, chest rising heavily up and down, her arms didn’t even twitch and her eyes opened, bracing for the white ceiling once again. The mouthpiece was removed and her body was tilted forward, the table moving without releasing her from her chains, just holding her up-right so she could look the doctor in the eye or rather below his eye level. She didn’t deserve to look him in the eye. “Puppet?” The air between them was silent for a moment as she caught her breath. Finally she looked up, not at him but at something behind him. “I await your word, Doctor.”

The doctor introduced her to “father”, a tall man with a mask for a face, who wore all black, a suit if she was correct. “You’re a gift for my son. You are to protect him no matter what, even if it costs you your life. Your life is insignificant compared to his. He is the next me, the new hope for the next generation without heroes.” She looked near him, never at him, she didn’t deserve to look him in the eye, father was gracious enough to keep her alive so she had to give him the respect he deserved. However he forced her gaze towards him with his finger, his hand was too big for her face, he probably would have crushed her skull if he grabbed her. “You are my doctor's greatest achievement, Nomu. The only one of your kind, the others are brainless and can’t speak, stuck in a trance but you obey without question because you want to.” Somehow it almost sounded real, almost as if she had a choice in the matter. “Nod.” She nodded without hesitation, eyes staring into the mask that only showed her expression. “See. Everything you do is because I tell you too but because you want to do it. You have the choice not to do it but we both know that won’t end well for you, isn’t that right?” This time he didn’t have to tell her to nod, she did it without question, he asked her a question directly so she could respond. He looked almost proud of her, there was no smile shown in the mask but she could feel it. She wanted him to be proud of her, if he was proud of her then maybe it would be worth it in the end.

‘Son’. Shigaraki Tomura technically, his official parents and family were labeled as dead in the police database. She spent hours going through it, storing everything in her head as if she was a computer, a storage compartment for any information he might need or need to know about her. He had a scratching tick, whenever nervous, upset or overwhelmed he would scratch at the skin on her neck as if he needed to rip it off to feel a sense of comfort. Had she been capable of moving without direction then she most likely would have developed it as well, however her hands only slightly twitched whenever he did it until “Kurogiri” gave her the command to stop him anytime he started. Kurogiri was another gift that father had given Shigaraki, he was weirdly compassionate with his gifts, he never threw things or hit them like the doctor did, however he also didn’t feed them or tell him jokes. Kurogiri had more control over his body than she did, basically human, so he took care of her whenever Shigaraki would forget to.

The routine was quite simple, staying in the abandoned bar and drafting up plans to destroy the heroes, she didn’t want to destroy anyone. Her body stood behind Tomura like a shadow, arms crossed behind her back, eyes scanning the board he’d (father) put together with red string with the perfect plan. “After that, we can kill All Might! He’ll be weak and all alone.” Tomura spoke, his scratchy voice unsoothing to her ears, Kurogiri wasn’t convinced that this plan was full proof, shaking his mist filled head at the board. “What if he has back up from someone with a long range quirk? Tomura you’re short range and won’t survive in a fight with someone with better endurance.” His question was answered with a childish groan from Shigaraki. “No one will be able to get in! That’s why we block the doors! Who even has a long range quirk anyways? Puppet! What heroes have long range quirks that could be a threat to me.” Her eyes glanced at the board and then back at Tomura. “Eraserhead, quirk Eraser. Present Mic, quirk Voice. Nejire-Chan, quirk Wave Motion. Endeavor, quirk Hellflame. Midnight, quirk-” He quickly cut her off, “Ok I get it!” She would have explained why they were people he should be concerned for but he never gave her the chance, she just went back to staring at the board without any more commentary but Kurogiri seemed to be happy with her input. “See. Even our puppet knows it, this could go quite badly.”

Tomura let out what seemed to be a mix between a groan of annoyance and a moan of pain, her body tensed up at his sound, eyes scanning him to ensure his safety. “He’s fine, puppet. Just annoyed.” She didn’t know that Kurogiri was aware of her watching but calmed her staring and went back to the board with a quick nod. “Puppet is basically a machine, she calculates everything based on percentage and statistics that she’s memorized. She doesn’t make space for things like chance or human error.” “You don’t make mistakes. There was no human error to account for.” Both men in the room stared at her, it was the first time she had ever spoken out of turn. Her head bowed to him immediately in an apology for speaking without even being talked to but he only laughed. “I don’t make mistakes. Only others do, their stupidity messing up father’s plans is insufferable.” They could both agree on that, she hated to see one of father’s plans messed up purely because of human error, despite being human she never felt like one, almost growing a distance to them in her mind– she didn’t have to account for human error because she was never wrong, she never made a mistake. Never. With her words being the last solidifying factor, Tomura was set on his plan and stormed away to his bedroom to converse with father. She rarely got to talk to father nowadays, it had been almost eight months since she had seen him face to face and two months since he’d actually talked to her, it was insufferable. She wasn’t sure why she was being deprived of his love, she didn’t recall doing anything wrong or being punished for something that Tomura didn’t like so it didn’t make sense. Even though she tried to hide it, Kurogiri could sense the longing in her eyes everytime they followed Tomura whenever he was planning to talk to father.

He hated it but there was nothing he could do about it, he had no true control over the situation. “Puppet-” Her body turned in his direction, eyes immediately returning contact. “Come sit.” His head nodded towards the bar, he was usually behind it, for a man with smoke for a body he was surprisingly a good bartender, or at least she assumed so, he didn't let her have alcohol. She sat on one of the crusty bar stools, hands laying flat on the table to show that she had no weapons on her. Usually if she held something she’d place it before her, the doctor said that any commander should be able to use whatever weapon on her without any stress or worry. Only if she deserved it. He passed her a glass of water but she didn’t even glance at it, looking at him directly. “Take a sip.” She hated words like that, ‘sip’, ‘handful’, ‘part’, they never had a definitive value and she was scared that she would overstep or disappoint purely because she didn’t understand what that meant.

Puppet grabbed the glass, the cold rushing a shiver over her body but she didn’t react, staying completely still and taking a gulpful of water, eyes watching to see if he wanted to stop but he never indicated that he wanted her too. She finished the cup, placing it down and if anything Kurogiri looked happy for some reason. “Do you drink water often or is your first cup of the week?” She didn’t know if he was seriously asking her how she got her nutrients, did he not know the answer? “I get my nutrients and water intake from an IV, delivered by the doctor. I am not dehydrated if that was your question.” She wasn’t sassing, just answering his question with the knowledge she knew. “Well that’s good to know. Are you ready to fight with Tomura tomorrow?” All of his questions felt rhetorical, he was asking how she felt as if she actually had a choice. “I am always prepared to fight to protect Tomura. Even if I have to-” He cut her off, this was the second time today, was she talking too much? “Give your life. I know but you won’t so don’t worry about that.” She was not worried, she did not worry. Why was he like this? He was aware of how her mind worked. “I don’t worry. I do not feel, Kurogiri.” He looked almost disappointed by her answer however she didn’t continue to speak instead waited to be dismissed so she could sleep for the night and prepare for tomorrow.

On the floor is where she sleeps, her body does not reject the bed however her mind does. she doesn’t deserve it, she isn’t human, not enough to deserve the comfort of a bed at least. she could not fall behind whenever it came to sleep or nutrition, it would affect her work ethic and that was unreasonable. Sleep wasn’t that important to her, it could be bypassed if she truly needed to, however it eased Kurogiri’s mind that she would sleep through the night even if it was a blank space, no dreams because she needed memories to be able to dream. Puppet however hated sleeping, it was tedious and uncomfortable, the rest of the world all slept at the same time and it would be the perfect time to plan or attack however there was a weird common courtesy amongst human beings to allow others to sleep through the night even if their world was ending. That was what made her human counterpart nonexistent, there was no courtesy that existed to her, slang made no sense and words with no true value or meaning were stupid, she was a calculated machine with no room for error. However tonight of all nights was the one where she couldn’t sleep, her body laid still on the floor with her eyes to the ceiling but nothing made her tired. She tried running through the database that was her mind of facts or details to tire herself out and even that wouldn’t work.

It was insufferable, she could count down the minutes of how long she had been awake, fingers lightly tapping her opposing hand to count each minute. “Can’t sleep?” The sound of Kurogiri’s voice shocked her body upwards, bowing at his presence before simply shaking her head. “I did not mean to neglect my sleeping pattern. Please forgive me.” She couldn’t even make it through the night without getting in trouble, what a terrible puppet she was but Kurogiri wasn’t angry with her, he never was. “You do not have to bow to me, nor do you have to be sorry. It was merely a question, I won’t punish you for not being able to sleep one night. I won’t tell the doctor about this little situation if you promise to answer a question for me.” He sounded sincere but she took it as mockery, she was forced to answer the question whether she wanted to or not, why even bother asking if she’ll answer it? “Of course Kurogiri.” He seemed to be soothed at the sound of her voice, despite it being the same monotone as normal it was calmer, quieter, to adapt to her surroundings. “Do you really think this plan will work?” He was asking for her opinion. She was inclined to always agree with what Shigiraki said, however he was asleep, wasn’t within ear shot and wasn’t the one asking her the question. She was being asked based off of statistics and what she knew of the heroes and her own handler. Puppet was ashamed to even answer the question but both of them knew the truth even if she didn’t say it. “No. We will fail tomorrow but we will not die.” Despite Kurogiri being nothing but smoke, his physical body was there somewhere and it helped him form what looked to be human expressions like the smiles that graced his face after her answer. “That is all. Goodnight puppet.” She wasn’t able to sleep before but after that, she fell right asleep.

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Blue-Flamed Forest

Witch!Dabi x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: fantasy AU, medieval AU, witch!Touya, witch!reader, time skip, creampie, mating press, fluff and smut, soft Touya, teasing

Synopsis: Time has now passed since your initial meeting with Touya. You've come to learn more about yourself and your new abilities, all with the gentle guidance of Touya. But... you find yourself feeling more for him than just someone who lives in his home. When he speaks, your mind blanks, too busy on watching the way his lips move to even absorb a word. Your feelings come to a fever pitch when you playfully steal his hat. So what happens when you decide to act on your desires?

Author's note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN (early). Okay so I know I have been gone awhile buuuuut I figure with halloween right around the corner... I should rly get around to showing witch!Touya some love. And so, here you are.

Word Count: 6.2K

Heavily inspired by this art by the lovely shoucolate

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Part Two

It has been some time since you first arrived. You’ve grown accustomed to both life in the forest and life with Touya. The seasons have since changed. All of the trees have shed their leaves and a thin blanket of snow covers the ground. Usually, around wintertime, you’d struggle to stay warm and heat your shop while you drowned in needlework. But now? Touya’s home -no-  your home is never cold, the fire always alit with his glowing blue flames. The only struggles you truly face are from attempting to understand runic language and from trying to stay awake with how cozy your home is. Which brings you to now, finding Touya has lost that battle and slumbers peacefully. It’s a sight that makes you smile, seeing him so serene. 

He must not have intended to fall asleep, as he’s still wearing his hat. The pointed hat is now crumpled against the chaise. You’re able to really look at him like this, to fully drink in his features; the slope of his nose, his pretty white eyelashes, the contour of his lips… You try to push down these thoughts of yours when they come around, but you can’t help but think he’s quite attractive. It’s becoming increasingly distracting lately. Just the other day, when he was so close to you, attempting to help you understand a particularly confusing spell from his books, you couldn’t stop staring at his lips and thinking about what they would feel like against yours. You can’t even remember what he said then, it’s gotten to be that troublesome for you. 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when he seems to stir in his sleep, brows pinching together as he mumbles incoherently. You knew of his troubles sleeping, but you never had the chance to see what he was talking about, as the two of you slept separately. It seems to you as if he’s having an unpleasant dream. The thought of him having nightmares while you stand there and do nothing doesn’t sit well with you. You don’t want to disturb his slumber, so you decide against awakening him. Instead, you choose to soothe him. 

You sit next to him on the available space of the chaise. Your fingers deftly trace the runes on his skin. The contact seems to calm him, as his brow slowly relaxes and his mumbling subsides. You wonder if he has bad dreams often, silently carrying that burden all on his own. The thought makes you determined to get to know him better. You want to become someone he trusts, someone he can rely on. You’ve been grateful for his help in understanding yourself and your new abilities, but you can’t help but worry the relationship has been one-sided, with you disproportionately benefitting while he gets nothing in return. You want to help him too, you’re just not sure how. 

You must have been too enamored in your own introspection to notice he had awoken. His eyes flutter open and drearily peer at you. You feel frozen in place. 

“Y-you’re awake,” you stutter. Your cheeks feel hot. You turn away as you apologize. “I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” he dismisses. His voice is raspier and deeper than normal. Hearing him speak this way sends a tingle down your spine. Your eyes are magnetically drawn to him despite your embarrassment and you glance over at him. He gives you a soft smile as he rubs the remnants of sleep from his eyes. It seems the dregs of drowsiness are wearing off of him, as he flirts, “I wouldn’t mind waking up like that more often.” 

“Waking up like what?” you ask, inquisitively. 

He merely smirks at you, before clarifying, “To you.” His sweet words make you feel even more flustered.

“You tease me too much, Touya,” you huff.

“I do not,” he defends, sitting up as he denies your accusation and closing some of the distance between you. “I don’t think I do it enough, actually.” 

“Well in that case…” you start, before trailing off at the end of your sentence. Touya looks at you expectantly. You snatch his witch’s hat from his head and dodge his reaching hands by leaping up from your spot on the chaise. “Until you stop teasing me, this will be mine.” 

You place the hat atop your head. He’s staring at you with a shocked expression. His stunned demeanor makes you a little nervous, causing you to question if your attempt at playfulness has instead insulted him. You try to maintain the lighthearted mood by asking, “What, does it not suit me?” 

His mind is flooding with thoughts of you wearing more of his clothes. Or better yet, you in nothing but his hat. 

He’s gotta get that damn thing back. 

“As much as it does, I’ll be taking that,” he says. You give him a mischievous smile.

“You’ll have to catch me then,” you challenge. And with that, the chase begins. Touya is much quicker than you expected, as he gains on you quickly. You duck and dodge his efforts to snatch the hat from your head. It’s after a particularly close call that you think of a devious idea. You still have the rune marks on your skin from practicing earlier, the letters temporarily stained onto your skin with simple ink. It’s nothing more than a simple spell, something you learned from him, in fact, but maybe it’ll help you prolong this little game. A chair is pulled out ahead of his path, so not as to cause him to trip and hurt himself but to serve as an obstacle, in an attempt to buy yourself a few more seconds. He catches it with his hand and pushes it out of his way. 

“It’ll take more than a cheap trick to stop me,” he brags, before resuming the chase. 

You maneuver carefully and quickly through the halls. You’re nearing the end of the hall, so you have to make the quick decision to dive into a room. You choose to bolt into your bedroom. It’s rather small and a dead end, but maybe you could figure out a way to dart past him and win this little game. His pace is slower as he enters your room, knowing full well that you’re cornered with nowhere to go. You attempt to run past him, but his arms circle around your waist. He grabs you and spins you around in his arms. You let out a surprised squeal. 

“Alright, alright, you win,” you concede, speaking in between giggles. He gently places you down on the ground. You reach up and place his hat back on his head. Your arms seem to hesitate. You don’t want to stop touching him just yet, so you rest one of your arms on his shoulder, like a faux embrace, while your other hand adjusts his hat. He doesn’t seem to mind, as he leans into your touch. One of his hands rests upon your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him. You feel more secure in your gestures, and you drape your arms behind his neck. 

You’ve been afraid of overstepping by touching him all this time, but his reactions make you realize he really doesn’t mind. It’s as if he’s been starved for touch. The thought of him being so deprived of human interaction makes you a bit saddened. You remember what you were thinking about on the chaise, how you wish to understand him more. How can you expect to learn more about him if you never take the chance to ask? 

“Touya?” You ask, unsure. You’re curious, but you don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“Hm?” He hums.

“Please forgive my prying and my sudden question, but… did you ever feel lonely?” you ask softly. “I just… I can’t help but wonder what it was like for you, to be alone all these years.” 

“Even before,” he starts, referencing his time as a royal. “I never was much of a socialite. Being alone is natural for me.” 

“Hm, is that so?” You hum, before continuing in a softer, almost somber tone, “I hope my presence hasn’t ruined that for you.” He’s quick to deny it, dispelling your worries.

“No, not a chance. I…,” he pauses. There’s a slight flush that begins to creep upon his cheeks as he hesitates to speak more. Your eyes catch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, before his next admission falls from his tongue. 

“I have enjoyed your company,” he admits. His other hand finds itself on your waist and the two of you hold one another. Your heart seems to stutter. 

“But would you continue to enjoy it?” You challenge. His gestures get bolder, as he pulls you flush against him, his arms wrapped around your torso. “You’re stuck with me now. Would that ever be tiring?” 

“I don’t think such a thing is possible,” he reassures. 

“I sure hope not,” you murmur. He gives you a soft smile that you find yourself returning, lifting the mood. The two of you embrace comfortable silence, gazing into each other’s eyes with enamored expressions, until he seems to be lost in thought. You don’t notice how his eyes flick from your eyes to your lips. 

“Can I…” he trails off, shyly. You raise an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue. His face reddens more when he finally rushes out, “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you breathe, responding almost embarrassingly fast. A quick flash of relief crosses his face upon hearing your enthusiasm before being replaced by a loving smile. The space between the two of you closes as his face draws closer to yours. Instinctively, your eyes flutter shut and your lips part. 

You can feel him fighting back a smile when your lips finally touch. The feeling of his lips on yours is everything you imagined and more; soft and sweet, loving yet passionate. Despite finally feeling his lips on yours, satisfying your desire, you find yourself yearning for more. You want to feel more of him, all of him. The thought fills you with a fire you’ve never felt before. You throw yourself to the flames and kiss him back with fervor as you card one of your hands through his soft, white hair. 

He holds you tighter against him as his lips work against yours. Your heart feels like it could just burst when he deepens the kiss and runs his tongue along your lip. His tongue brushes against yours when you part your lips further. The action makes you sharply inhale. You’re intoxicated by him, drunk on every sensation he gives you, to the point it feels almost dizzying. The desire you feel makes you weak in the knees and your arm tightens around him in an attempt to not sway on the spot, but this task seems almost impossible when you feel something hard pressing against you. 

Reluctantly, you part for air, trying to catch your breath before your knees really give out on you. He rests his forehead on yours as the two of you both pant in unison. Your stomach flutters when you lock eyes with him, noticing the way he looks at you, eyes half lidded. The sight of him like this… and all for you. All because of you. 

It fills you with desperation.

A desperate need for more.

 After the two of you catch your breath, he moves to give you space, taking your choice to part for air as a sign to stop, but you pull him closer and cling onto his shirt. You don’t want to stop anytime soon. 

“M-more,” you whisper, want apparent in your breathy voice. He lets out a soft, airy chuckle at your neediness and leans in for a kiss, but gives you nothing more than a quick peck on the lips before pulling away.

“Why don’t we take this somewhere more comfortable, hm?” he suggests.  “Is the bed okay with you? 

You instantly agree, maybe a little too eagerly, much to your embarrassment. He doesn’t tease you about it, something you’re silently thankful for. In fact, he seems to reward your honesty and enthusiasm by pressing a few heated kisses to your jaw. His bold actions make your knees nearly buckle and a soft gasp escapes your lips.

Bastard.

Your steps are now clumsy, thanks to his flustering, as he leads you down the hallway. But now in your room, the magnetism between the two of you pulls you together once more. His lips find yours and he kisses you with renewed fervor. It’s equal parts passionate and desperate, carrying with it unspoken feelings of yearning and long awaited closeness. You return his feelings through your own actions, as you coax him forward by gripping his shirt collar. 

Your movements are less than graceful as you both move. It’s a distracted waltz towards the bed, your minds too busy on the feeling of one another to focus on making controlled movements to your destination. Though, it doesn’t take too long, as after a few shared, airy laughs at your clumsiness, the back of your knees touch the bed. You yield to the furniture, lying down on the mattress and parting your legs. He soon joins you and kneels over you on the bed, his body tucked in between your thighs. 

He moves on from your lips and slowly presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He kisses a particularly sensitive spot on your skin along your collarbone, earning a whine from your throat. The sound of you keening for him only further spurs him on and he sucks the skin into his mouth, leaving behind a faint mark. Soft pants escape your lips as he continues marking your neck and chest, painting reminders of him on your skin, all the while he’s overcome with the need to hear more of your sweet moans. 

You feel his hard length press in between your legs, now tantalizingly close in the new position. Your breath hitches and your heart leaps in your chest upon feeling his hips rut against you, grinding against your core. The feeling nearly drives you to the edge of blind passion, as you battle the desire to rip both your clothes off and feel his hot skin against yours. But as much as you’d love to throw caution to the wind and sleep with him now, there’s a gnawing worry in the back of your mind. 

“W-wait,” you stammer between panting breaths. He freezes at your request and pulls back slightly.

“What is it, my love?” He asks. You can hear a faint twinge of worry in his voice. His hand finds your knee and traces circles through your skirt fabric, his own way of soothing both you and himself in this moment. He looks at you, expectantly, not wanting to move until you speak your mind.

“Maybe…” You start, before trailing off. A soft curse escapes your lips as you grapple between your desires and your relational mind. Your chest is heaving and you bite your lip. When your words finally find you, they’re hesitant and hushed, “Maybe we should stop.” 

“Is that what you want?” He questions. 

“Well, no, but… I don’t wish to have a child yet,” you explain shyly, insinuating what would come next. Touya raises a brow, as if he knows something you don’t.

“That?” He questions. “Something so simple is solvable with an easy spell, done after.” 

“It is?” You ask, voice pitched an octave higher in surprise. 

“Yes,” he assures you with a soft smile. Your amazement at magic is always so endearing to him. But, despite this problem being easily worked around, he knows such a revelation is sudden. He’d love to take you now, but he doesn’t want to push your boundaries. “Though if you’re unsure, we can just-” 

“No,” you interrupt, quickly cutting off his next words. You tenderly cup his face. “It’s okay, I want to.”

 “If you are sure…” He whispers. His eyes flutter close as he leans forward and presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss, before picking up where he left off. Only this time, he starts a new trail down your neck, adorning you with more marks suckled into your skin. You’re painted in his colors as he works over your neck, occasionally soothing over the now bruising skin with his tongue. Both the feeling of his mouth over your sensitive neck and the thought of him laying claim to you like this has you squirming underneath him.

His lips inch closer to your hemline, and you find yourself wanting to rip off your own clothes if it means you’d feel the sin of his lips grace more of you. He seems to sense your frustration and he pulls himself away from you. As he’s now sitting up, his greedy eyes admire the sight of you below him. 

Through his eyes, you look absolutely irresistible like this; your eyes opium blown with lust, your neck mottled with love marks, your dress slowly slipping off your shoulders, and your lips parted and kiss-swollen. If you look this alluring to him still fully clothed, he wonders just how much more he’ll want you upon seeing your bare skin. 

The thought spurs him on. His hands snake under your skirt and grip your thighs. The fabric hikes up your legs, exposing your skin to the cool air and to his gaze. Bit by bit, his hands ascend up your thighs and onto your hips, tracing the curves of your body along the way. 

Even with your inexperience, you understand what he wants. You reach for your metal girdle belt and unlatch it, allowing the chain to pool against the bed. With your belt no longer in the way, he helps you pull your dress and chemise over your head. You lift your hips and he rids you of the rest of your underclothes. 

You’re now fully undressed in front of him. The realization makes you feel insecure, only further worsened by his gaze on your body. You try to cover yourself with your arms out of reflex, but he tuts at your insecurity and grabs your arms, pinning them to the bed. 

“Feeling shy, are we?” he teases, his husky voice only serving to worsen your embarrassment. You avert your eyes from his and worry your bottom lip in between your teeth. “Love, what is there to be shy about?” 

“It’s just… I’m sure you’ve seen more appealing women than I,” you answer, speaking softly and unsure. “I’m worried I’m… disappointing.” 

“Not a chance,” he assures. His voice drops an octave and he compliments, “Had I not already known you were a witch, I’d have taken you for a succubus.” He dives in for a passionate kiss on your lips, soothing your insecurity. When he pulls away, he breathily reaffirms, “You are heavenly.”

He punctuates his point by pressing a kiss in between your breasts. Both his actions and words fluster you, but you’re not able to hide your face from his gaze with your arms pinned to the mattress. His lips begin to roam the expanse of your chest until he reaches your nipples, where he places an open-mouthed kiss on them before taking your bud into his mouth. His tongue draws circles around your nipple. You moan and arch your back at the foreign sensation. Wetness pools in between your legs with every flick of his tongue. 

“So sensitive,” he teases, speaking against your skin after pulling away from your breast. 

“How can I not be when you’re-“ you start, before he latches onto your other nipple and chokes off your retort. You shoot him a glare, to which he smirks at upon releasing your chest with a wet pop. 

“‘S not a bad thing, my dear,” he says. “It’s flattering.”

“Ugh, you’re so unfair,” you groan.

“How so?”

“You keep teasing me and…”

“And?”

“And… you’re still…” you struggle to say the rest, trailing off at the end. This situation on its own is embarrassing for you, much less speaking your mind. He looks at you expectantly, urging you to continue. You swallow down your shyness and avert your eyes from his intense gaze when you speak again. “It’s easier for you to fluster me when I’m unclothed and you’re not.”

“So you want to see me naked? How naughty,” he chastises, though his words lack any true admonishment and are instead laced with amusement and cockiness. 

“Oh shut up,” you shoot back. You groan at his taunting. “I just want to touch you, all of you, without your clothes in the way.”

“Then let me give you what you want,” He obliges with a smirk. His warmth leaves you momentarily for him to shed his clothes. You prop yourself up on your forearms to watch him.

First, his loose robe is lazily guided off of his shoulders. Then, he pulls his white shirt off, allowing you the full view of his stomach. It flusters you more to see a modest set of toned muscle along his abdomen, hiding underneath swaths of his torso adorned with more runic tattoos. His arms flex slightly as the shirt is completely pulled off and thrown elsewhere. 

You push yourself off of your arms and sit upright, now closer to his bare upper half. Your hands trace over the now bare skin of his arms, trailing along the tattooed runes, and eventually making your way to the planes of his chest. He shudders slightly as your fingers dance further and further down his body. His breathing significantly picks up when your twitching fingers dare to graze the beginning of his pelvis. 

You look up at him and bat your lashes. It’s a silent demand. He hasn’t fulfilled your wish yet; there’s still clothing between the two of you. His hand caresses your jaw, tenderly, before acquiescing to your request. He withdraws from you and stands to undoe the fastening of his pants. And with that, he’s now bare before you.

Your eyes travel down the contours of his abs and to his pelvis. Much like the hair on his head, there’s a patch of white at the base of his hard length. You’ve not seen much of the male anatomy, but from what you can gather, he’s rather large. You start to worry, just how is this supposed to fit? 

You must have said what you were thinking aloud, and he answers your worries. 

“It will. I’ll make it fit, my love,” he promises.  He sees your apprehension and reaches for you. His knuckles tenderly strokes your cheek as he reassures you with a gentle voice, “I’ll go slow, just relax for me. Trust me.” 

He gazes at you with an expression nothing short of adoration. Your heart swells at how softly he’s treating you, how he has never once through this interaction pushed you farther than you were comfortable with. With him, you know he’d treasure this part of yourself that you’re giving to him. You take a deep breath in to steady your nerves. 

“Okay,” you answer. You look at him, reflecting back his look of love and smile. “I trust you.” 

He closes the distance between you, bare bodies now touching, and presses a kiss to your lips, loving and soft at first. His tongue slips into your mouth and you moan at the intrusion. His hard cock brushes against your thigh at the sound, twitching all because of your moan. 

His warm fingers slowly trail down your body, soothing over the goosebumps that pebble your bare skin. The pads of his fingers graze between your breasts, down your stomach, and over your mound. Your heart begins to race with anticipation when he drags closer to your core. He finally touches where you’re most desperate and your breath instantly hitches upon the contact. His fingers trace up and down your slit, drawing soft whines from your throat with every pass over your clit. 

A few deliberate, harder presses against your clit sends soft waves of pleasure through you. The teasing, slow touches have you growing wetter for him, coating his fingers in a sheen. Seemingly satisfied with your evident arousal, he alters his goal, his touch now descending from your clit and focusing elsewhere. His fingers prod at your entrance before he slowly inserts one finger into your hole. You gasp at the foreign intrusion. His fingers feel so long yet delightfully thick. The feeling of makes your hips squirm. 

He tests the waters cautiously first, pulling out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. When his digit has nearly slipped out of you, he searches your reaction, and upon seeing no traces of discomfort, slides back inside. His fingers then pump in and out of you, setting a comfortable pace. You let out soft gasps intermittently, finding pleasure in his movements. 

Though, he seems to be looking for something, altering the angle of his fingers as they dive in and out of you. His gaze is affixed to your face. He’s searching for some sort of reaction. When his fingers press against the spongy bundle of nerves in your walls, you instantly keen. Your toes curl at the shockwaves of pleasure that scatter through your core at the feeling of his touch against your g-spot. He smirks at the sight. 

“That’s it,” he cooes. “Feels good?”

“Y-yes, oh god, Touya,” you moan loudly, with a drawn out keen of his name. Your walls flutter around his finger as he continues to bully into your most sensitive spot. The feeling of you pulsing around him clouds his mind and he enters a lust filled haze. 

“Yeah, keep saying my name like that,” he breathes. His eyes are half lidded as he starts to imagine the way you’ll feel around his cock. Fuck, the thought has him realizing he needs to get you properly prepped and stretched for him. “Think you can take another?”

Your legs instinctively part wider for him, at the thought of being stuffed full on his fingers. You nod at his question. You’re eager to feel more of him. He sucks in a breath and pulls out until just the pad of his middle finger is nestled in your cunt. His tattooed ring finger collects the beads of wetness slipping out of your core, before slowly pushing in alongside his other finger. The delicious stretch has you moaning and arching on the bed. And with the new position of his hands, the palm of his hand grinds against your clit with every slow thrust of his fingers. The surprise of the new sensation has you throwing your arms around his neck. 

“T-Touya,” you whimper. The pleasure he’s giving you is too much, yet not enough at the same time. There’s a pressure that’s building up inside of you, a white hot pleasure that threatens to spill over. It’s a foreign feeling, yet it’s something you find yourself chasing. 

“M-more. Please Touya,” you beg sweetly. Your eyes are welling with tears, all from the sexual frustration. It makes his heart stutter when you bat your lashes at him, now damp with tears threatening to spill over. The hands behind his neck now card and tug through his hair. 

You’re driving him fucking crazy. 

He surges forward and captures your lips. His pace quickens. The pleasure drives you crazy, especially when the fingers delving into you keep curling up and hitting that delicious spot inside of you. It doesn’t help that now his palm firmly presses against that sensitive bundle of nerves with every inward thrust of his fingers. You moan and whimper into his mouth desperately, to which he eagerly and greedily swallows by tangling his tongue with yours. Your fingers harshly tug his white locks as you find the pleasure coiling up your spine. You let out a salacious, sinful sound as your release dances on the edge.

 He pulls away from the kiss to whisper a warning against your lips, “If you keep moaning like that I won’t even last.”  

True to his words, you glance down at his cock, instantly feeling flustered upon seeing his tip leaking precum and his whole cock throbbing. It just barely brushes against you with each furious bob up and down. 

You bite your lip and swallow down your sounds, wanting him to last. Despite your release so close, you find yourself wanting something else instead. 

“Please take me, Touya,” you blurt out. His pace falters and he releases a curse under his breath. 

“You temptress,” he hisses. He groans and squeezes his eyes shut. His jaw clenches as his chest heaves slightly. “What did I just say about me not lasting if you keep…” He grits his teeth, a shaky, tense sigh slipping past. 

Who is he to deny you though? He’ll cave to your wishes every time, giving as much of himself as he can before falling apart. He scissors his fingers inside of you, the sudden movement accompanied by a mild twinge of pressure. 

“Are you sure you’re ready for me?” He asks. His crystal blue eyes stare at you intently, half lidded yet still searching for any hint of hesitation in you. 

“Yes,” you reply. “Take me, please Touya. Make me yours.” 

He sucks in a breath. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear that,” he admits. 

He takes himself by the base and aligns with your slit. It’s teasing how he runs himself up and down your lips. You feel as if he’s still torturing you with pleasure, not realizing he’s gathering up your slick. He’s staying true to his words that he’ll make it fit. 

With his head now coated in a layer of sheen, his cock head pushes into your twitching hole, inching in slowly. You feel a slight pinch at the intrusion. The pain makes you gasp and whimper. Unwittingly, your nails also dig into the back of his neck. 

It reminds him to go slow with you, despite the intense pleasure he feels upon your tight walls clamping around his head. Seconds drag on as he pushes himself further inside of you, every inch stretching you beyond what you’d think physically possible. It’s dizzying how full you feel. 

With one more slow cant of his hips forward, he’s nestled into you to the hilt, his pelvis meeting your thighs. He sighs at the feeling of your body wrapped around his full length. His forehead rests against yours as the two of you take a moment to breathe. He soothingly runs his thumb over your cheek, silently acknowledging your initial discomfort. 

When your breathing normalizes and the traces of pain leave your expression, he pulls his hips back, allowing his shaft to almost slide out of you until only the head remains. A whimper escapes your mouth as he slowly slides back in. It elicits a strange feeling inside you, bordering between not quite pain, but not quite pleasure yet. 

“Shh,” he coos. He’s reassuring and gentle as he speaks, “I’ve got you. You’ll feel better soon, my darling.” 

Soft praises consisting of ‘you’re doing so well’ and ‘I’ll take care of you’ spill from his lips with every slow, deep thrust of his hips. His praises make you dizzy, and the feeling of his length pressing against your cervix doesn’t help. You feel so full. You’re sure you’d see the outline of him inside of you if you looked down.

 A particular thrust seems to brush against that gummy spot inside of you, and the initial discomfort gives way to blissful pleasure. Upon seeing your relaxed and lustful expression, he sets a faster rhythm. Every drawn out drag of his hips against yours starts to build up. 

A thick sheen of sweat coats his pale skin and his thrusts become faster, more purposeful. You’re writhing underneath him, arching your back and dipping your hips to meet his thrusts. It’s clear you’re becoming desperate for more.  

He hooks his hands under your knees and presses your thighs to your chest. You gasp at the mating press he pushes you into, feeling the burn of your thighs and a burn in your ears from the embarrassment of being splayed open. His cock seems to go deeper in you and is angled at the perfect spot. Your walls clamp down on him as his head nudges against your g spot. He feels your reaction to the new angle and lets out a groan. 

His hips snap forward harshly, causing an audible smack between your bodies. The contact taps your clit and has you instantaneously keening. Eager for more of the feeling on your bundle of nerves, your hand snakes between your legs to toy with the hood of your clit. He catches sight of your sneaking hand. His eyes go dark at seeing you chase pleasure. 

“Hold these for me, will you?” He requests, guiding your own hands to the back of your thighs. Words of protest, regarding how indecent you feel, die upon your lips. With his hands now free, his fingers find his way to your clit now, rubbing tight circles. 

He feels you tighten up around him, your walls contracting in an impending orgasm. His eyes focus on you in this moment as he’s attuned to your every reaction. You look so beautiful to him in this moment, with your face contorted in pleasure, your lips parted from panting and moaning, your pupils opium blown and dilated. He just knows you’ll look even prettier when you fall apart under him. 

“‘S too much,” you whine. Despite your assertion of overstimulation, he ignores your protest. His movements on you clit fasten and he pushes harder against your bundle of nerves.

“Shhh, you can take it. I know you can,” he assures. He slightly quickens his pace and continues to rub your clit. “You’re close, I can feel it. Just let go. Cum for me.”

“Fuck, Touya!” You scream, his words urging you to come setting you off. Your legs shake and convulse with the intensity of your orgasm. A flood of wetness escapes your hole, allowing his thrusts the lubrication to work you through your climax, despite how tightly your walls attempt to suck him in.

He steals a quick glance to where your bodies meet, seeing a ring of cream coating the base of his cock. His eyes nearly roll back at the sight and his hips slam into you harshly out of impulse. 

“God, you’re so tight. ‘M gonna-” he warns, before he lets out a punched out sound, the words dying on his lips. His hips stutter as he reaches his end. You feel his hot release spill over inside you, filling you with warmth. He continues to pump shallow thrusts, working himself through his own climax. Your ears burn upon hearing the sound of faint squelching coming from your hole. 

You relax the grip on your thighs and allow your legs to relax. He takes the hint and slowly pulls out of you, causing a trickle of your shared releases to gush from you. 

“Wait here,” he whispers. “Let me get something to clean you up.”

You nod at his command and wait for him on the bed. He returns quickly with something to wipe you down with. Soreness starts to settle between your legs, your body now aching from the stretch of him. A sharp hiss escapes your lips when he touches your cunt with the fabric, and in reaction, mutters a soft apology. He gingerly runs the dampened cloth against your folds, wiping away the flood of your shared releases. 

“Touya?” You ask. He hums in response, urging you to continue with your words. “The spell?”

“Don’t worry, that can be done within the day. You deserve some rest now,” he assures. You sigh in relief and motion for him to come closer. A chuckle escapes him, along with a playful tease of ‘so needy for me’, but he happily obliges your request.

He lays behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. The two of you lay like this, in harmony together, basking in the closeness. Your breathing steadies as one, and you’re sure your heartbeats begin to sync. The love you feel for him threatens to spill out of your soul.

The tenderness of the moment turns humorous as he shifts and grumbles behind you. “Mm, this bed isn’t very comfortable,” he complains. You instantly bark out a laugh. 

“And you just now realized that? Now you know what I have felt in this bed,” you agree. He shakes his head.

“Apologies for that, my darling,” he apologizes. He seems to think for a moment before his voice deepens suggestively, “You know, mine has room for two. Why don’t you stay with me in mine from now on?” 

You reach behind you and crane your neck to kiss his lips. “I’d love to,” you answer. He smiles against your lips and goes to move for another kiss, but you pull away to add. “But later, ‘m too sore to move.”

“But of course,” he laughs. You nuzzle back into his body and chase his warmth. Tattooed arms pull you flush with his chest, allowing all of your skin to meld with one another. Your eyelids feel heavy as sleep begins to wash over you. The last thing that crosses your mind is how staying here, with him, forever, sounds like heaven to you. 

[theeyoungalabastoralt]

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Ken Takagi (Rock Lock): "Turn Up The Heat" (NSFW) Requested by: @princeasimdiya12 Word count: Coming soon! Sumary: Finaly returning home after ten years from over seas as a sex therapist, reader reunites with his long time friend Keiko and her husband Ken also known as the her Rock Lock, managing to befriend the seasoned hero. On one fateful day the topic of their failing sexlife comes up and Reader offers a generous hand to spice things up.

[blurbios]

Starstruck [rockstar! reader x tomura shigaraki]

cw: obsession(?), cursing

other: fem! reader, modern (quirkless) au, format is a bit funky bc i didn’t intend it to reach this length

wc: 3k

synopsis: tomura didn’t plan on falling for the frontwoman of some band he’s never heard of before, but once he saw you something changed. 

✦ Tomura’s favorite band was in town and he wanted to have a good view of the stage, so he made sure to queue up early. Like most people, he was solely going for the headliners, without any real knowledge of the openers. 

✦ When doors finally opened, he managed to snag a spot close to center barricade. He was already annoyed at how close everyone was to him and he knew it would only get worse as the night went on. 

✦ The first openers went on and they didn’t catch his eye nor did they distract him from the bodies pressed against him. Their music felt too generic for his taste and the band members were dressed like every other person in the venue. Once they finished their set, he pulled out his phone to check how many songs the next band would be doing. He read that they would do anywhere from 5-8 songs depending on the night and he impatiently drummed his hands on the barricade and let out a sigh. 

✦ The crowd cheered as each member walked onto stage and he clapped along half-heartedly. That was until his eyes fell on you as you strutted out on stage towards the mic with your guitar in hand. He felt his chest swell with excitement as you introduced your band to the crowd. He took note of your name and watched eagerly as you began to play. 

✦ A couple songs in and everyone and everything else in the room disappeared in his eyes. All the bodies pressed against him faded, the murmurs of the strangers beside him were drowned out. Hell, even the other members on stage weren’t there to him. He was simply hooked on you, he found your presence alone intoxicating. 

✦ Tomura was so focused on you that he hadn’t noticed how he excitedly clapped his hands at the end of each song or how loud he yelled when you hit your high notes. You took note of him and made sure to flash him a smile. He felt his own smile on his face as he cheered you on. You sang some lines as you looked at him and again he felt something in him, a tinge in his chest. 

✦He had been to tons of shows in the past, but never had he gained so much interest so quickly. Maybe it was the way you carried yourself with such confidence or the way your eyes closed when you sang, clearly giving it all you had, or maybe it was the way the stage lighting hit you perfectly. Tomura couldn’t quite place it, but he wasn’t complaining. He was happy to have his eyes glued to such a beautiful girl like you, especially when you interacted with him so much. You made him feel special, and in his eyes, he was. It didn’t take that long before he was convincing himself that you thought the same things about him. 

✦ Before he knew it, you were announcing your last song and he frowned. You saw this happen in real-time and even gave him your own little pout and mouthed a little “I’m sorry.” 

✦ You were used to crowds writing you off as an opener and not really caring. You were also used to people who knew all the words by heart. The silver haired boy stood front row lay in a weird grey area. You could tell he didn’t know the words, yet you could hear him above all else. You wanted to win him over and unbeknownst to you, you already had. 

✦ You were sweaty and tired as you told the crowd that you’d be at the merch table after the show. You made sure to make eye contact to hopefully coax him to come by after, you saw his eyes light up as you did so. You and your band mates thanked the crowd. You pulled up the setlist that had been taped by your mic stand and saw a wall of hands fly up when you held it above your head. You watched as your bandmates tossed their setlists and picks into the crowd, but you already knew who you were giving yours to. 

✦ You walked to the edge of the stage and stretched your arm as far as you could to give it to your biggest supporter of the night. You thanked him with your hands over your heart and a little bow. You saw him smile and nod at you as he held the setlist in his hands. You walked off stage waving at the other attendees with your smile shining bright, head held high. 

✦ He held it in his hands astonished that you handed it to him. Most times artists just crumple it and throw it to someone, but you made the effort to come over to him. The way you smiled at him made his head spin, he looked at the paper in his hands and saw that it had kiss marks on it. The shade matched the lipstick you had been wearing and he assured himself that it was a sign. 

✦ The energy in the crowd grew as the minutes until the headliners came on stage edged closer to zero. Tomura’s energy grew as the minutes until he would get to see you dwindled down. He heard the first chords of their opening song start and immediately perked up. He had waited all day for this and he couldn’t believe it was happening. But, whenever there was a pause in between songs he found that he couldn’t keep focus on the band on stage. He loved their music, but he felt something different when it came to you. He zoned in and out when the music would play through the speakers, bass booming through his body. He jumped around and sang, he was having the time of his life. 

✦ When the band announced they were on their last song, Tomura froze. He felt a jolt of electricity through his body, he was nervous because the set ending meant he would meet you soon after, he wasn’t ready. He shook himself out of his head and lost himself in the music once more. 

✦ The drummer had thrown and drumstick into the crowd and Tomura ended up catching. When he turned to make his way out of the pit, his eyes fell on a young kid. He overheard the kid’s brother say something along the lines of “next time you’ll get it, buddy.” So without any hesitation he tapped the kid on the shoulder and extended the stick to him. The kid turned and squealed excitedly. “What are you supposed to say?” The brother chirped. “Th-thank you!” Tomura smiled at the two boys and went about making his way to you. 

✦ Most people would’ve kept it for themselves, but Tomura had a soft spot for kids at gigs. Reminded him of when he was young and all he wanted to do was go to shows. Plus, he already had the setlist from you and as far as he was concerned that was better than a drumstick from a drummer he didn’t even know the name of. 

✦ He saw the line at the merch table and his heart sank, no way you’d stay that long. He wasn’t going to give up though, but he figured he had enough time to fix himself up a bit. He wormed his way through the crowd and slipped into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head in disbelief. He combed his hands through his shaggy hair and tried to make himself presentable. He took off his hoodie and wiped the sweat from his body best he could. He took a deep breath before returning to the line, which was even longer now. 

✦ You looked at the line in between meeting people and signing things. You were amazed the line was this long, usually you were lucky if there was a handful or two waiting for you guys. Your members were visibly tired and they could tell most people only wanted to meet you anyways. You heard them mutter something amongst themselves as you posed for photos. One of them settled behind the merch table to take over sales, whilst the others walked off to help move the stage equipment to the trailer. 

✦ Shortly after, a worker from the venue came over to and said you had to pack up and get out of the venue. You looked at the people in line and frowned. You walked over to the merch table and told your fellow bandmate what the worker said. “What about these people?” You said. They proceeded to stand on the table and shout to the line that you’d be finishing the meet and greet in the parking lot since security was kicking you out. 

✦ Tomura heard what they had said and checked his phone for the time, it was already past midnight. His phone wasn’t even halfway in his pocket before a security guard came up to him and ushered him out. He looked at you waving to the line and smiled to himself. When he neared the doors he felt the cold air and quickly pulled his hoodie over his head. 

✦ He thought about the weather and how cold it was. He was hit with a wave of guilt, you would be waiting in the cold because of him. He saw the line form near the back of the venue and contemplated just walking to the subway station. He realized how silly it would be to leave after waiting this long and he had himself convinced that you’d be upset if you didn’t get to meet him. 

✦ You put on a jacket, but felt it ruined your outfit. You dug through your suitcase and found a flannel, you figured it was better than nothing and its colors matched your fit well. You walked out and saw the line, it was significantly shorter than it had been, but you didn’t blame them for going home. Your eyes trailed down the line and at the end you saw him, the boy that had looked up at you with such adulation during your set. You smiled and waved at him and he waved back sheepishly. 

✦ Tomura’s cheeks flushed when you waved at him, he was hoping that he could just play it off as the cold when he spoke to you. His hands felt tingly and his stomach was doing flips. With each step he took, the reality set in more and more. You were right there mere meters away from him. He saw how you smiled with the others and brought them in for hugs. He heard your laugh and nearly fell to his knees. He couldn’t believe how pretty it was. Your voice grew louder as he was the next person, and the last person, in line. He completely froze up as your kind eyes met his, he was starstruck. 

✦ You waved goodbye to the girl whose album you’d just signed then turned your attention to him. You smiled in his direction and opened your arms for him. He didn’t move and you pouted. “Come on, I don’t bite.” You tried to lighten the mood and cocked your head. 

✦ Slowly he walked into your embrace and wrapped his arms around you. Your warmth felt so comforting that he let the hug linger for a couple seconds before breaking it off. He mustered up all the courage he could to speak. “You were amazing tonight.” You held your head high and smiled before thanking him. “I’m glad you think so…” You trailed off trying to get his name. 

✦ “Tomura. Sorry, I should’ve led with that. I’m Tomura.” He looked at the ground when he spoke, hands shoved in his hoodie pocket, nervously twiddling his thumbs. “Well it’s nice to meet you Tomura, I’m y/n. Thank you so much for waiting, I know it’s cold.” You could see redness on his cheeks and felt bad for the poor boy. 

✦ “I’m sorry for keeping you out in it.” Tomura was beating himself up mentally. “Don’t worry about it, being with you is enough to warm my heart.” You tried not to cringe at your words, but you figured artists said things like that all the time. This time his face went red and you could tell it wasn’t from the cold this time. You let out a little laugh and he felt the warmth in his chest return. 

✦ Your words just affirmed his delusions. He took his hands out of his pockets and reached them out to you. To his pleasant surprise, you took his hands in yours. He was ecstatic that he didn’t have to ask, it’s like you knew what he wanted. “y/n, I’m so glad that we got to meet. Next time you tour, I’ll make sure to come cheer you on.” He spoke whilst holding eye contact this time and saw your doe eyes staring back at him. 

✦ His hands were warm as they held yours, you didn’t want to let go of the warmth. You took in his words and were touched. “Thank you, it means the world to me. I feel so lucky that I have someone like you.” You meant a supporter like him, but to Tomura it meant that you were lucky to have him in your life period. His thoughts began to spiral, but he held his tongue hoping you would continue and you did. “I’ve got to get going so we can make it to the next city on time. I look forward to seeing you again. Next time we come through, I’ll make sure to look for you, Tomur.” You gave his hands a slight squeeze before letting go. 

✦ Hearing his name fall from your lips felt heavenly. He was so drunk off the feeling that he hadn’t realized you let go of him, his hands still hovered empty in the air. Once he felt the cold, he was brought back into the moment. “Thank you for taking this time to be with me.” He opened his arms for a hug goodbye and you stepped into his arms. His eyes shut and he took in the moment. The way your hair smelled, the warmth of you against his body, your little hums of whatever song was stuck in your head. He was assured he was in heaven.  

✦ Again, he was sucked back into reality when the cold returned in your absence. You took a couple steps back and waved. “Get home safe!” You said with a smile. He waved back and nodded before turning about-face and heading towards the street. 

✦ You knocked on the van door before opening it. “God, you took so long with that guy. You think he’s cute or something?” One of your members said as you climbed in. You hadn’t really thought about it, you took a second to process it. He had red eyes that you’ve never seen before, his hair was fluffy, bangs were cute, he was visibly nervous, and he had that little mole under his lip. “Maybe.” You wondered if he would actually show up at your next gig in the city. You had heard it so many times before, part of you hoped it would be different this time. You couldn’t tell if it was because you wanted a fan to stay for once or if what you really wanted was to see Tomura again. 

✦ He sat on the subway and swiped through the videos and pictures of you he had taken. He was still in awe of you. He admired your lyrics, loved the passion you emitted when you performed, and the sound of your laugh made him feel something he hadn’t felt before. But most of all, he was enamored by the way you looked at him. The way you smiled at him as you sang, the way you scanned the crowd to find him with the setlist in your hands. The little look of excitement when you saw him in line. The way your face seemingly lit up when you spoke his name. Your words played on repeat in his head. 

✦ When he got home he couldn’t help, despite how tired he was, but hop on his pc and look you up. He saw that your band’s instagram had already posted crowd photos of the night, he clicked through and stopped when he saw one with him in it. A photographer had caught the moment you handed him the setlist. Immediately he set it as his desktop photo, tracing your image with a finger on his monitor. He pulled out his phone and checked your instagram. A smile grew on his lips as he saw you had posted that picture on your story. He took note that you had drawn a heart over the photo, you drew one on the center of the photo, right where he just so happened to be. 

✦ He felt a tinge in his chest, it felt nice to have his feelings validated. He opened up your band’s website and made sure to buy all your merch, he streamed all your music and promoted you however he could. He loved you and as far as he was convinced you loved him too. He opened up a ticketing app to see if he could get a ticket to another stop of the tour to see you. He frowned when he saw that every stop was sold out. 

✦ He pulled up the tour poster to see which date was the last one you were doing then headed to a reseller site. He didn’t care about the price, he was seeing you again. Once he confirmed his purchase he created a countdown on his desktop. Tomura leaned back and it hit him how tired he was. He didn’t even bother to shower, partially because of the aforementioned tiredness, but mostly because he wanted your fragrance to stay on him as long as possible. Tomura settled into bed and thought about the two of you together, hoping it would help him dream of you.

a/n: PLEASE LMK WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS BC I CANT TELL IF ITS CORNY OR NOT BC ITS LIKE ONE OF MY CHILDREN okay sorry for yelling,, depending on how this is received i have an idea for a follow up <3 this was supposed to get posted a month ago but uni ate my ass before i could edit lmao but we are back in business baybee !

[redvdress]

SEXIEST HERO

A/N: do you think is there a ‘sexiest hero contest’ going on? because if there’s, we all agree that hawks would win it right? so how would it be like dating the sexiest hero of japan? pro hero hawks x hero reader

The afternoon sun was low, casting golden light through the windows of Hawks’ office. He sat casually in his chair, legs kicked up on his desk, scrolling through the usual flood of news updates and social media mentions. He’d gotten used to the endless buzz of being in the spotlight—after all, being the number two hero came with its perks and its downsides.

He was in the middle of sipping his coffee when a headline caught his eye.

“Interview with Pro Hero Y/N: Thoughts on Hawks Winning ‘Sexiest Hero of the Year’”

Hawks raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He clicked the video and leaned back, curious about what you had said about him this time. You rarely gave interviews, so this was bound to be interesting.

The video started, showing you seated confidently in front of the interviewer. As always, you had that strong aura, the kind that commanded attention without you even trying.

The interviewer was talking about your latest missions when they veered into more personal territory.

“So, hn” the interviewer began with a playful grin, “how does it feel dating the sexiest hero of the year?”

Hawks grinned at the screen, already amused.

You, as expected, rolled your eyes but chuckled softly. The sound made his heart skip a beat—it was rare for you to show amusement so openly, especially in front of cameras.

“I mean…” your voice was calm but teasing, your eyes glinting with mischief, “you can all see him in those ridiculous poses and maybe shirtless once in a while.” You paused, letting the humor sink in. Then, with a sly smirk, you added, “But I’m still the only one who gets to see the whole thing, if you know what i mean”

You delivered the line with such perfect timing, such effortless wit, that Hawks actually spat out his coffee in shock, immediately dissolving into laughter.

“She did not just say that,” he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, still grinning like an idiot. He replayed that part again, loving how you had said it, how confident you sounded, and that little smirk that was so much like his own.

He knew you weren’t the type to flaunt their relationship, but this? This playful jab? That was pure Hawks.

You had nailed his teasing tone, and the fact that you’d said it in an interview of all places made it ten times funnier.

Leaning forward, Hawks paused the video, the image of your smirk frozen on the screen. He stared at it for a moment, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. “Damn, she’s good,” he murmured to himself, still shaking his head in disbelief.

But now, the teasing had officially been kicked up a notch, and there was no way he was letting you get away with it that easily.

Grabbing his phone, Hawks dialed your number. As it rang, he leaned back again, already imagining how the conversation would go.

When you picked up, your voice was cool and casual, as if you hadn’t just thrown the most savage line of the year on live TV.

“Hey.”

“You know,” Hawks started, trying to keep his voice steady despite the grin plastered on his face, “I was just enjoying my coffee, minding my business, when I saw your interview.”

There was a pause on your end, and he could practically hear you smirking. “Oh? And?”

“And?” Hawks chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, no big deal. Just you casually letting the whole world know that you’re the only one who sees all of me, and of my body”

“You’re welcome,” you replied, deadpan.

Hawks laughed again, loving how nonchalant you were about it.

“You know, yn, I’m flattered, really. But you’ve officially raised the bar. Now I gotta find some way to top that.”

“Good luck with that,” you shot back. “I’m unbeatable.”

“Oh, is that so?” His voice dropped lower, taking on that teasing tone you knew all too well. “Because I was thinking, since you’re the only one who gets to see the whole thing, maybe I should remind you of that next time we’re alone.”

He heard your breathe catch for just a moment, but you quickly recovered.

“You’re such a show-off,” you muttered, though there was a hint of amusement in your voice.

“Can’t help it,” Hawks replied smoothly. “I’ve got a reputation to uphold now, thanks to you.”

They bantered for a few more minutes, the teasing between them effortless and natural. Eventually, Hawks let his voice soften, the humor still there but underlined with genuine affection. “But seriously,” he said, “that was… kinda perfect. You know I’m proud of you, right?”

There was a brief pause on youe end before you replied, quieter now, “Yeah, I know. Same goes for you.”

Hawks smiled, feeling the warmth of your words even through the phone. “Alright, I gotta get back to work. But next time I see you, don’t be surprised if I repay that little stunt in my own way.”

“Looking forward to it,” you said with that same confident tone, and then hung up.

Hawks placed his phone down and shook his head again, still grinning.

He knew you weren’t one to show off or make bold claims, but that little glimpse of your playful side, the one that only he got to see most of the time, made him love you even more.

As for the world? They could keep fawning over him all they wanted. Because, in the end, there was only one person whose opinion mattered, and you had just proven once again why you were the only one who really knew him.

And, of course, the only one who got to see “the whole thing.”

[leychin]

Warnings: slight nsfw, fem reader, toxic and absolutely disgusting dabi

Dabi is the type to make you do ALL the work in the relationship, even getting into the relationship was all you and he didn't lift a fucking finger.

Because he does this thing, its really annoying, where he'll say you're his. Or he'll say his type of girl looks exactly like you, or my favorite!! He stays with you on the lonely nights where you can't sleep and homesick. He'll hold you like you're the most important person in the world, hell, he'll kiss you like it too.

And then the next time you see him, he's talking to Twice about a cute girl he saw while making his rounds right in front of you. I would not wish this situationship on my worst enemy. This man is a MENACE.

So when you finally break down to him, and tell him that you've been in love with him for so long he simply smiles and gives you a soft kiss. You don't need to know that there were no other girls he saw, you don't know that he had his eye on you when he met you, because he'll be damned if he has to put more that 1% into making you his.

pls dont be mistaken though, he will never put any effort into this relationship. He just had to pretend like he cared a little so you would crumble.

thats the beauty of this whole thing, you tell all of your friends how hes a real catch and hes the sweetest guy ever. He's fun to he around and listens to everything you say! Dabi is not the sweetest guy ever bffr... he remembers when your period is bc the sooner its over the sooner he can fuck you again, he's only funny because his whole brand is being a hater so he makes fun of everyone and everything he sees he even said get rid of those little friends you have, and his ass is NOT listening to whatever youre yapping about. He'll sit there with this lazy smile on his face while you talk about an annoying customer as he thinks about stuffing his cock in your mouth. He'll be so done with it he'll eventually start kissing you to make you shut the fuck up (hes so sweet.)

And you're none the wiser! You tell all your friends you have the most agreeable boyfriend who never wants to hurt you and he's financially stable because how else is he leaving you all those nice clothes?

(spoiler, those are clothes from people he killed but WHATT WHO SAID THAT?)

but overall i'd give this relationship a 6/10, if i had a man that fine agreeing with everything i said with no arguments and at least acted like he was listening to me i would fold. The only thing he asks is for me to he an over glorified fleshlight so a win is a win ..!

[camistired]

that's it, it's been too long since i've written something and shared it with the world (i believe the last thing was my ambition series, and i dropped that project like three years ago 😬)

here are a list of things i want to write, but haven't yet, if any of it catches your eye, my ask box is open and i am willing to give the people what they want 😫

and i'm actually gonna stick with it, i swear, i have a plan

[k-nayee]

Love Sick BNHA

wc: 2.4k a/n: Wanted to make AU of the Love Struck Series. Happy Halloween y'all! (at least for those who celebrate it)🎃 Song Inspiration: If U Seek Amy by Britney Spears; recommend you listen while reading!!

Traveler M.List

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Izuku's breaths came in harsh uneven gasps as he stood facing the group of villains, his heart pounding as he tried to process what had just happened.

The forest was thick with tension and the heavy smoke still lingered from the fiery blast they’d barely dodged.

Shoji and Todoroki flanked him, their stances tense, but their expressions showed the same panic that gripped the greenette's heart.

Somewhere in that twisted cruel circle of villains was Bakugo and Tokoyami—captured into a marble.

Izuku’s mind raced, frantically searching for a way to get to him.

But before he could act, a flash of movement darted toward him, and a weight tackled him to the ground.

“Hi Izuku! My name’s Toga!” The voice was cheerful, almost sweet. Izuku found himself staring up into manic eyes framed by blonde hair.

Toga straddled him, her knife pressed to his throat with a disturbing gentleness. She giggled as she leaned closer until her nose was nearly brushing his.

Her lips curled into a twisted smile.

"I've been thinking since I saw you..." she said with a breathless giggle, "...that you’d be so much cuter if you just bled a little more!" she chirped. "I can help with that!"

Izuku tried to jerk back but her grip was firm, her blade dangerously close to his skin. Before she could press down a blur of motion burst onto the scene.

“Midoriya!” Shoji’s voice rang out before he slamming into Toga, knocking her off the All For One successor. 

Shoji positioned himself protectively in front of Izuku. “Stay away from Midoriya!” he growled, flexing his arms as if to shield the freckled boy from the psychotic girl before them.

Regaining her footing a pout formed on Toga's lips as she glared at Shoji.

"So that's how it is." she hissed, voice dripping with mock disappointment. "You want to come between us?" She tilt her head as if sizing him up before sneering, “To be honest you���re not really my type...but I’ll cut you anyway!”

She readied her blade, her stance lowering as she prepared to lunge at them both with an eerie smile spreading across her face.

But just as she was about to spring a smooth teasing voice rang out from the darkness.

“Now Toga...is that any way to treat such cute boys?”

The entire clearing froze.

Emerging from the shadows of the trees, you stepped into view with an effortless sultry grace.

Every eye was on you as you made your entrance; your figure framed by the moonlight filtering through the branches.

Your outfit—striking, bold, impossible to ignore—casted a faint gleam off the accessories around your waist.

A hot pink corset hugged your frame in a way that emphasized every curve. It ended just above your hips—leaving a hint of skin between it and the top of your dangerously short black mini skirt that hugged your hips.

The skirt barely brushed the tops of your thighs, swaying with each confident step. Around your waist a glittering chain belt spelled out "SEXY" in bold gleaming letters.

And as you walked, the belt jingled softly, bringing focus to the thin thong straps peeking out at your hips.

Toga’s reaction was instant.

Her previous focus on the fight forgotten as her cheeks flushed.

She brought her hands up to cover her mouth as if to contain the girlish giggle that escaped her lips.

Dabi couldn’t help but smirk. “What a way to be late to the party,” he grumbled, though there was no real bite behind it.

You let out a soft airy giggle, tilting your head coyly as you stepped closer to the flame user.

"Aww don’t be like that Dabi," you pouted. "I bet you were hoping to cause some real trouble without me, hmm?"

Your voice dripped with feigned sweetness, an almost musical lilt as you dragged a teasing hand along his arm.

The heat he emitted didn’t faze you in the slightest; you merely smiled—unfazed by the danger as if the fire itself was a welcome warmth.

Dabi’s mouth twitched into a smirk, his gaze dark and amused as he leaned into your touch ever so slightly.

"Tch," he scoffed with a lazy grin, his tone dry. "You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up late and acting like you own the place."

You chuckled unbothered, finally letting your palm captured his jaw, your grip gentle but unyielding.

“Maybe I do,” you teased. Lifting his face just enough to make sure he met your gaze, your thumb brushed along his scarred jawline as if daring him to object.

His eyes narrowed but he didn’t pull away, his lazy grin just edging on something deeper.

But before you could take it further the familiar weight of arms tightened around you.

"____!"

Toga was at your side, her excitement palpable as pressed close against you as if starved for your attention.

You felt her lean into you and with a sigh of mock disappointment, you reluctantly pulled away from Dabi, giving him one last playful smirk as you shifted your focus to her.

Toga’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide and sparkling as she gazed up at you with adoration. Her grip tightened as if afraid you’d disappear again.

"You’re finally here!" she nearly sang, her voice bubbling with joy. She melted against you, almost purring, as if every inch of her had been waiting for this moment.

With a soft laugh you wrap your arms around her waist as you place a leg between hers. Bringing your face close to hers, you tilt her chin up with a gentle touch.

Her breath hitched and she practically melted under your gaze.

“Toga darling,” you murmured low, “you know I don’t like it when you drink blood from others. You’re mine remember?”

You trace a thumb over her cheek with a playfully possessive smirk.

Toga’s eyes sparkled, a mix of exhilaration and devotion lighting up her face as she giggled, her blush deepening.

"Of course! I just...well I couldn’t help myself," she admitted while leaning closer. Her voice was breathless as if your mere presence had left her spellbound. "But if you don’t like it I won’t do it again!"

From somewhere behind you Twice’s voice broke through the moment—loud and unabashed.

“Hot girl-on-girl action!” he shouted enthusiastically before contradicting himself, “Disgusting! Get a room you underage minors!”

Izuku, still lying on the ground where Toga had left him, stared in stunned confusion; his cheeks flushed as he tried to process the bizarre scene unfolding in front of him.

Even Shoji seemed uncertain as he glanced between you, Dabi, and Toga with a mixture of confusion and discomfort.

And then there was Todoroki: though his face remained stoic, a faint blush tinging his cheeks betrayed his surprise as he quickly averted his eyes, trying—and failing—to appear unbothered.

Before any of them could collect their thoughts a sudden burst of light flared nearby.

The ground shook slightly and merging from the haze Mr. Compress leaped to his feet.

“Ugh!” he groaned, straightening with a melodramatic sigh. His mask glinted in the dim light and his posture radiated irritation as he dusted himself off. “You just had to ruin my exit with your seductress behavior you...you harlot!”

You barely spared him a glance, still entirely focused on Toga who beamed up at you in her own lovestruck world.

Dabi let out a snicker as he turned to Compress. “You got Bakugo?”

Compress adjusted his top hat with a proud tilt and step forward. “Of course!” He reached into his coat pocket.

Then Shoji, taking advantage of the villains’ distraction, gave a low shout. “Midoriya, Todoroki! We’re done here. Let’s go!”

This caught your attention and you finally pulled back from Toga, a single eyebrow raising in slight amusement as the trio began to flee.

The blonde blood drinker didn't even notice the chaos swirling around—clinging to you—still love drunk.

“I'm not sure what your Quirk is, but it had to do with those little marbles right? The ones you stashed in your pocket. ” Shoji boldly brandished the two glowing orbs. “So I'm guessing these are Tokoyami and Bakugo. I managed to take them during the earlier skirmish.” he announced in a defiant tone.

With that, he grab a hold of Izuku, hoisting him up and giving him a gentle push.

The smaller boy stumbled forward but quickly regained his footing as Todoroki to follow suit.

"Ha ha ha! Well color me impressed," Compress taunted, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Just as I’d expect from someone with so many hands. How splendid."

The UA students barely had a moment to celebrate before a thick purple mist began swirling in from the shadows. Todoroki skids to a halt with gritted teeth. "Not this guy..."

Shoji holds an arm out in front of his two classmates. "He was at the USJ. The warp villain."

“It’s been five minutes since the signal. We must retreat,” Kurogiri’s voice cut through the air.

With a disappointed sigh, Toga reluctantly peeled herself from your side, giving Izuku one last mischievous smile as she blew him a flirtatious kiss.

“Sorry Izuku! But I’ll see you 'kay?” Her voice was sweet and sing-song, completely c to the contrasting the devastation in his wide horrified eyes.

Instead of leaving into the portal, you lingered beside Dabi, your playful demeanors replaced by something darker—more serious.

Dabi’s voice dropped into a low threatening growl as his gaze remained fixed on them with a dangerous glint. “We’re not leavin' without the kid.” 

The theatrical villain let out a condescending chuckle.

“Don't worry,” Compress said haughtily, “They were so proud of themselves for rooting through my pockets that I thought I'd let them gloat.”

He lifted a hand to his mouth and tapped his cheek, a wicked gleam shinning in his eyes.

“You really think I’d be so careless?” he taunted, his words calculated and smug. “Allow me to explain a basic tenant of magic. If I'm flaunting something shiny...”

Opening his mouth, two small marbles were revealed resting on his tongue—the real Bakugo and Tokoyami. “...it's because there's something else I don't want you to see”

Shoji's eyes widened in dismay as he shakily looked at the marbles in his hand. “No...”

Immediately the two objects explode; revealing what was really trapped inside the small objects.

Todoroki stiffen in disbelief. "...is that my ice?"

“Ah that’s right!” Compress grinned, indulging in his own theatrics. “During that freezing attack I prepared these dummies and slipped them into my right pocket for a little misdirection.”

“Damn it!” Izuku clenched his fists as desperation flashed in his green eyes. “His quirk...it lets him compress and hold things.”

The Vanguard Action Squad member smirked as rage simmered beneath their shock. “Forgive me but I do so adore a twist ending.”

“You can’t do this!” Izuku shouted, voice cracking with both anger and helplessness. He took a step forward, his body trembling with the need to act.

Kurogiri's purple mist began to envelope the three of you. And for a brief moment the young heroes could only watch stunned as your forms began to dissolve into the darkness.

“One last bow,” Mr. Compress declared grandly, leaning forward with a mocking smile as his gaze held steady on the trio of dismayed students. “And then...the curtain fal—”

A sudden blinding beam of light sliced through the misty gloom, steicking Compress squarely in the face. 

It sent him staggering backward as his mask shattered to pieces like broken glass in the moonlight.

The unexpected attack jolted everyone out of their momentary stupor.

Compress gasped, clutching his face as his precious marbles slipped from his grip, spinning wildly through the air.

You snapped your head toward the source of the laser and caught a brief glimpse of blond hair peeking through the dense undergrowth. 

The corner of your mouth quirked in slight annoyance—these kids had more fight in them than you’d expected.

Shoji surged forward, managing to grab one of the marbles just before it could roll out of reach.

Not far from him Todoroki stretched his hand toward the second one. But just as his fingertips brushed it, delicate fuchsia pink coffin nails swept in and plucked it mid-fall.

Todoroki froze. His gaze was wide with shock as his mismatched gaze locked on yours.

Your fuchsia-colored eyes gleamed under the moonlight, the broken heart-shaped pupils shimmering with a taunting glint.

You held the marble up between your fingers letting it catch the faint beams of light.  Your smile widened as you took in his stunned expression.

“Aww,” you coo in a soft mocking lilt. “Better luck next time cutie~”

Before he could process your words, the familiar warmth of semi-burnt hands settled around your waist, pulling you back against a broad chest.

Dabi leaned in close, his smirk as sharp as the glint in his turquoise eyes as he rested his head next to yours.

“Well,” he drawled, enjoying every hint of distress on ̶h̶̶i̶̶s̶ ̶b̶̶r̶̶o̶̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶̶r̶'̶s̶ the young hero’s face. “Isn’t that a tragedy?”

Compress—still recovering from the unexpected laser shot—muttered a few choice words under his breath.

He finally managed to gather his composure, though irritation was still evident in the way he snapped his fingers.

In a flash the marbles in your hands expanded revealing Bakugo and Tokoyami in their true forms.

Tokoyami stumbled beside Shoji as he regained his balance while Bakugo thrashing as soon as he materialized.

His face was twisted in a fierce scowl, anger blazing in his eyes as he struggled against Dabi’s firm grip around his neck.

“Get your filthy hands off me!” Bakugo barked as he tried to wriggle free.

Ignoring his fury you slip an arm around his waist—pressing yourself closer as you looked up at him in a twisted kind of admiration.

 “You’re such a fighter...” your tone was sickly sweet, gaze trailing over his scowling face as he glared back at you. “...me likey~”

“Checkmate,” Dabi tightened his grip on Bakugo’s neck with an sneern.

“Kaachan no!” Izuku’s desperate scream echoed through the clearing. His feet pounded against the forest floor as he struggled to close the distance.

He kept his gaze locked on Bakugo; horror and helplessness painted across his face as the mist from Kurogiri’s portal began to swirl around them once more.

Bakugo’s eyes shot toward Izuku. “Stay back...Deku...”  His voice echoed faintly as he struggled to keep view of the greenette, his sight dimming as the darkness closed in.

“KACCHAN! NOOOOO!” Izuku’s voice broke. Pain was etched across his face as he reached out futilely.

His fingers curled into the final dark wisps as it swallowed Bakugo and the League whole leaving the clearing in shadow and silence.

The forest stood still as the trio of Class 1-A stood frozen in despair, the reality of their failure sinking in.

[meguyummy]

pls see the vision lets have a reddit love story guys! reader owns a book store, izuku's a nerd, pt 1.

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Internet anonymity is something that you abuse often. Who could really blame you, though?

It's late evening, almost closing time. Sat behind the counter in your small antique bookstore, the only noises you hear are the occasional rustling and crunching of autumn leaves. Today was a slow day, and you're insanely bored. Pulling out your phone, you wonder which app to kill time on before closing up shop. Twitter has been uninteresting, and YouTube has irritatingly long unskippable ads. So recently, you've turned to Reddit. More specifically, r/HeroSnark.

Initially, all your critiques on heroes were posted on Twitter, long and profane rants that got you suspended multiple times. You gained a following for being an outspoken "hero hater", but the sheer amount of die-hard All Might fans who almost found your location deterred further posting. Hating in peace was way more fun than getting swatted.

Has anybody else noticed how sloppy Pinky is getting with her acid recently? Public damage is out the fucking wazoo. Istg if I see another hole in the sidewalk I'll riot.

After posting to the subreddit, you turn off your phone and stand up, ready to flip the sign on the door to "closed" and head home. That's when the work phone rings. Of fucking course that's when the phone rings.

Plopping back down with a groan, you yank the phone out of the receiver and greet the caller, wondering if they've ever checked your closing time (or have, and were just shameless enough to not care).

"Hi! I noticed you have a copy of Captain Cosmos' special edition autobiography and I was wondering if you could hold it for me. I'll pay extra!"

You cringe, scrunching up your face at the phone. The voice on the was certainly.. enthusiastic. The caller was a guy, with a deep, but still somewhat boyish voice. He must be a fanboy on a different level if he liked Captain Cosmos, an ancient and mostly irrelevant hero. Your store offered all kinds of obscure old books, and despite your personal dislike, you knew better than to hurt business by not selling hero media.

"Yeah... I could do that if you're planning on coming to pick it up within the next two days. Are you?" You hope your exhaustion isn't too obvious from your voice.

"Yes! Yeah, I am. Thank you so so much I've been looking all over for it. I'll be there tomorrow!"

You say both say parting words, and you put the phone down, closing up quickly so no other last-minute calls can stall you. Walking up the stairs you retire to your apartment.

Living above the shop was a dream come true, allowing you to thrive without the possibility of an annoying downstairs neighbor. The space was cozy, designed perfectly to your liking after years of living there. After a relaxing shower, you slump into the couch. Checking the post, you read replies from others who have noticed the exact same issue and are equally frustrated by it, some even bringing up more problems you hadn't even noticed yet. You upvote a couple responses, reply to others, and turn on a sitcom.

The amount of bitching done online doesn't mean you're an asshole to people in real life too. Not to normal people, at least. The fact that heroes act like celebrities instead of the crucial emergency workers they really are grinds your gears. Who needs to see Can't Stop Twinkling's annoying ass on TV for something that isn't a rescue? There's a pedestal that they always put themselves on, like they're all-mighty and amazing and need to be praised, but their actions never speak enough for your liking.

A new reply catches your attention, and your brows furrow reading it. This is probably because she's been suffering injuries from her last mission and has still been pushing herself to work and save civilians! We should all be a little bit nicer :)

You frown, blinking hard down at your phone at the reply. Why the hell is.. u/minimight on here to spread positivity? Wrong place for that, bud. You pause the sitcom and sit up from your slouching position on the couch, readying your thumbs.

First, the downvote button gets smashed. Hard.

Dude, I honestly couldn't give less of a fuck that she's injured. If she can be a guest judge on The Masked Singer while injured, she can try a little harder to not make the sidewalk in my area look like Swiss cheese.

Why would anybody who likes heroes spend any time in that subreddit? The whole point is being able to dunk on them freely. You're not going to let some random guilt-trip you.

A reply comes in a minute later. The sidewalk is going to be fixed soon, it was just a minor inconvenience that came during her battle to save a life!

Way to make it deeper than it was supposed to be, u/minimight. You send another quick downvote.

Don't care lol save it for a hero-dickeating subreddit, not this one. You type.

While I understand your frustration, we should give more grace! I know how inconvenient and annoying things like this are, but not everything turns out as planned.

Holy shit they're not done. You don't really feel like arguing with a hero stan tonight, so you reply with a photoshopped picture of All Might in a clown suit.

They quickly reply. I just wish more people would have an open mind on these issues.

Yeah, u/minimight is gonna feel the banhammer soon. After swiftly downvoting their reply, you click on their account. They're a member of a couple All Might subreddits, which are expected, but also some more snark ones as well. They've written a couple of long posts written about random obscure heroes and their 'impact on hero culture'. Seeing that, you decide to write them off another annoying hero superfan and turn your phone off, changing the TV to a movie you've wanted to watch for a while.

Disappointed, (the movie was way worse than you expected) you switch off the TV and head to bed. As you lie there in the darkness, the image of All Might in a clown suit comes to mind, bringing a slight smile to your lips. Maybe tomorrow will be a less annoying day, free from hero fanatics.

[aswanlake]

Crossed With Glass

0.1 Pride Goeth Before A Fall

synopsis: Kyo & Katsuki have been friends since childhood but a fight tears them apart. Unfortunately it may be the last time he ever gets to talk to her, the last time he sees her face besides on the news and the missing posters. Is this shame or guilt he feels, or both?

content warnings: non canon, description of injury, blood & death, bullying, suicide, fem!reader, established friendship, 3rd person POV, cussing, villainous activity, murder, hurt / no comfort, drugs & drug use, abuse of drugs, canon violence, suggestive themes, angst, fighting, adult themes, language inaccuracies, one use of ‘f/n’ ‘l/n’

a/n: reader is referred to as “Kyo” as a nickname, it is usually referred to as capital but can also mean falsehood which is the definition we will be using for a majority of this story! also I know I said this story would be out next week but I found some free time and decided to get this chapter out. Comment if you want to be added to the taglist!

w/c ; 2.2k

𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 two here

For a ten year old, a friendship is everything, especially one between a girl and her only boy bestfriend. He was the best, he was everything to her, he wasn’t exactly sweet but he didn’t need to be, any complaint of him being an asshole was just given the ole’ “boys will be boys”, which was quite stupid to her, why were boys like that? “It just means he likes you.” Why didn’t he just say that then? She was so confused, he continued to hang around her even though he was an asshole; however she never really told him to leave her alone. He’d play with her on the playground and taunt or screech at others that made her uncomfortable even whenever she wasn’t watching and that continued up until middle school. Katsuki had grown from just an asshole to a plain out bully, she was embarrassed to be seen interacting with him and it seemed to only irritate him further that he was being ignored by his best friend so he took it out on other people– everyone knew he wasn’t very good with words.

“Why are you ignoring me?” His shadow clouded her reading, taking away the sunlight she was originally using to continue her book; she acknowledged him with a hum but didn’t actually look up to face him. “I’m not ignoring you.” He groaned, clearly tired of her arrogance. “Ignoring, avoiding. You know what the hell I mean, why are you doing it? What is wrong with you?” He was young so voice cracks came easily even with as much confidence as the Katsuki Bakugo had, however she still looked up at the sound of his voice even slightly breaking. His glare was unwavering, not a hint of sadness or disappointment but she knew him better than that. “I’m humiliated, Katsuki.” Her eyes brimming with tears at even the thought of the rumors that flew behind her back all because she was caught talking to the worst bully at school. Her parents were no help, they always claimed that it would fix itself or it ‘wasn’t that serious’ because in ten years she wouldn’t remember it and neither would anyone else but it wasn’t ten years from the situation, it was now and now it was killing her to here these things about herself being thrown from ear to ear.

“Everyone in our school calls you a bully except your little posse. They’re scared of you, of– of me. They say I’m a bully just like you because we hang out! Someone even said that you told a kid in our class to kill himself.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes and barely even acknowledging the first part of the sentence because who would be afraid of you? “No one is scared of you. Stop getting ahead of yourself. Besides it was a joke, that nerd wasn’t going to take me seriously. Although he probably should, a quirkless loser like him isn’t going to get anywhere in life besides serving people’s food.” He didn’t even mumble the last part of his sentence, he meant everything he said and it was a little disgusting. In a few years he would probably grow from this and it would just be something embarrassing that middle school kids did but right now it was killing to see something like this in front of her and taking the form of her best friend. “I cannot believe you right now, are you actually serious Katsuki?” With her statement she stood up, pushing him away from her, her book now dropping from her hands onto the bench she was originally sitting on. Katsuki looked at her as if she was stupid which was more condescending than his words, his stare, his..glare as if she was a stranger, an alien. It was the fact that he didn’t even try to protect himself, to say he wasn’t like that, the fact that he didn’t even try to defend her.

What if that kid actually did kill himself? It would hang over his head forever, some stupid words ended another person’s life and he was playing around them as if they were just words. That’s all they were to him and that’s what made this more upsetting than anything. “I can’t do this. I actually can’t, I will continue to ignore and avoid you until you can get it together and act like a decent human being. Is that too much to ask from you, Bakugo?” His eye twitched at the sound of his surname, he hated the usage of it, it had to do with his mother, a deep rooted dislike as he called her “overbearing” and “a mess”. “You’re getting this upset over some stupid fucking words? How selfish and pathetic are you?” Her eyes widened at his tone, it wasn’t the down to earth one he used to talk to his friends or at least the people he cared about and that was her final straw, there’s one thing she would never let happen and that’s let someone she cares about disrespect her no matter what they were going through– she had more self respect than that to let it happen.

She turned away from him, not even bothering to grab the book, disgust gracing her face and she didn’t even let him continue his speech about how pathetic she was. It was insulting to even hear those words come out of his mouth, but these were just words to him, he could say them at will so it didn’t matter. “Kyo!” Her ears did their best to block out his voice but her heart couldn’t, she wanted to turn back, force him to apologize and then go play video games at his house or go get ice cream and talk about the homework they didn’t want to do but would eventually finish begrudgingly but she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. It would go against everything and as one knows, pride goeth before a fall.

Arms crossed as she grumbled about his disrespectful attitude and stupid words. Why was he so stupid? Why was he so mean? Why did he have to act like he didn’t care instead of just admitting that it was something dumb to say? It killed her to try and rack her brain of reasons as to why he was being such an asshole instead of just honestly trying to be a good person for once and apologize, boys were never explainable and it was worse to try and find answers herself. Her brainstorming left her distracted, to the point where she pulled headphones just over her head to block out the world, sometimes a stretch from reality was enough to keep a person at bay. Her music blasted, enough to keep her from worrying much about the situation but every song she turned on reminded her of the fight that had gone on just moments ago, perhaps twenty minutes. It always took her thirty minutes to walk home, she only did it whenever she was feeling bad, any other time she would bike but she just needed to clear her head.

Maybe if the hero had been briefed beforehand this wouldn’t have happened, maybe if she went home just a few minutes after the fight or maybe before they had even had it she wouldn’t have ended up in this predicament. However she did, she had to be in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person to help her, Trigger was a ‘new’ drug, people had heard of it but they didn’t want to start inputting fear into people about something that may have been just a rumor. It was a terrifying thought, a drug created purely to enhance people’s quirks and while this could have been used for good there was always a downside, like those who got their hands on it in the middle of a back alleyway. Who would have known that the guy who snatched it off of some crazed psycho would have a vibration quirk? It all happened so fast she didn’t have time to react because while others were running, she was trapped in her own world unable to hear the rumbling coming from up in front of her, it wasn’t until the floor beneath her truly began to shake and the buildings with that she removed her headphones to look up. The area was crumbling to the ground at that very moment, there wasn’t anything that a person could do except run for their lives and she tried but every piece of debris and rubble seemed to find its way directly into her path.

The strap of her bag was clutched to her chest as she tried her best to maneuver a way out of the chaos, people had been screaming for a hero to come but he wasn’t here, he was on the street over, too confused to realize that he was on the wrong route. Couldn’t he have felt the vibrations by now? Didn’t he know that people were in danger and needed help? Running had done her no good, so now her last option had been to hide out in a building until all the chaos had passed over. Except she didn’t get the luxury of everything skipping over her and she realized it only a little too late. Whenever the ground beneath her shook with vigor and the walls of the building followed in suit before she knew it, everything came crashing down onto her. It’s true what people say about their final moments, your life does flash before her eyes, hers did, from the very beginning down to where it was now and unfortunately all she could think about was that stupid fight with Katsuki, why didn’t she just forgive him there? Why couldn’t she have just given him a break knowing what he was going through?

Why was she so prideful? Why was he so prideful? Her head swarmed with questions until everything went completely silent. There were no more questions, none of which had an answer anyways. Then for just a moment the silence was replaced with pain, excruciating and agitating pain, all feeling in her body was numb, she couldn’t move any part of her body, her limbs a heavier weight than she could ever carry. The blood seeping out from her body was enough to keep another human being alive, it was an unfortunate truth she wanted to accept her fate, assume that she was going to die here under this rubble and never see her family or friends again but she was too prideful for that. She cared too much to do that, to keep the idea in her head that she was going to die here just because of the wrong place and wrong time.

Her parents called everyone they knew that night, an attempt to find their daughter. She never took over thirty minutes to make it back home, they could time it and she would always be there exactly at the thirty minute mark, she took the same route every single day. Their first assumption was that she had been snatched until the news played in their living room, broken sobs being their first action. “Today after a wild villain attack in Musutafu, Japan, the culprit is finally being arrested and the family members of the victims are being notified. There were multiple injured, one casualty and one presumed to be dead. We would like to take a moment of silence for a young girl that was killed in the attack today, only thirteen, with a whole life ahead of her. Unfortunately no body was found but her bag with a tag identifying her and a middle school ID was found at the scene covered in blood. We can only hope that “F/N ‘Kyo’ L/N” went quickly and we pray for her parents.”

And that is how Kyo died, her life, name and face was buried in that rubble but her body wasn’t.

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These Curses We Bear

Chapter 1 - If these Walls Could Talk

Pro-Hero!Shouto Todoroki x Psychic Medium Detective!Reader

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WARNING: dark themes, death, minor character death, descriptions of dead bodies(no excessive gore), paranormal activities, blood, violence, cursing, angst, angst WITH COMFORT(moreso in later chapters), mentions of trauma, mentions of illness, fem!reader, READER TALKS TO GHOSTS, ghost child in chapter 1, children in general, Reader being a dork, home break-in, slowish burn, pro hero au, aged up characters, strangers to friends to lovers, etc.

"Sorry, but I'm not an exorcist."

If you had one yen for every time you've said this exact phrase, you certainly wouldn't have found yourself with a weeping man begging on his knees in the middle of an ice cream shop.

But beggars can't be choosers.

"Please! So many people have gotten sick and we have no idea why! We've had the place inspected from top to bottom and they haven't found anything! We had to throw out all of our previous batches of ice cream! This is costing us so much and at this rate we will have to shut down! I didn't know what else to do!", the shop owner pleads, his hands clasped together with a tear-streaked face.

With a sigh, you pinched the bridge of your nose. It was already late by the time you received the call from the shop owner, Mr. Masuda. The conversation over the phone was frantic and garbled, enough so that you had rushed out of your apartment in pajamas and gray peacoat. Rookie mistake. Seeing how you had nothing to lose, you may as well try.

"Fine. Alright. I'll try, but there's no promise that if there is a spirit or that it will want to talk. On top of that, I can't promise I'll be able to get them to cease activity. If that's the case, I do have the contacts of some people who may be able to help you."

"Oh thank you! Thank you! You are a lifesaver!"

Mr. Masuda bowed even lower as you sidestepped around him. You took in the shop's atmosphere. The place was brightly colored, various walls painted pastel blue, pink, and yellow. The tables and seats were covered in similarly-colored patterns; while the walls were decked out with signs, photos, art, and flourishing plastic plants. You thought it would have been a nice place to wind down after a day of running errands. Unfortunately for you, today was not that day.

"Now, where did you say the activity occurred most?"

Mr. Masuda rose from his bow and clambered to stand on his own two feet.

"The ice cream display! We've had customers feel nauseous or even faint due to a sudden difficulty in breathing."

You hummed in response and wandered over to the casing, your eyes flickered to and fro; searching for even a single speck of dust out of place. You quickly slip on a rubber glove from your bag, swipe a finger over the surface of the casing, and rub two fingers together, searching for any unusual substances. 

Nothing. No grainy or oily texture from a foreign substance. Still, that doesn't rule out foul play from a neighboring business, competitor, or even just a particularly upset customer.

Some people are real fucking crazy…

"You clean and wipe down every surface at the end of the day, right?"

You strip off the glove, shoving it into your pajama pants pocket to dispose of later.

"Of course! I wouldn't dare leave the place filthy!", Mr. Masuda was obviously offended by your speculation.

"Alright! Okay! I'm just making sure. You'd be surprised with what some businesses cut corners on…", you crouched down to inspect the ground around and underneath the display case as you continued to ask questions.

"Do you know anyone who could possibly hold a grudge against you or profit from the shop closing?"

"Wh-what?! No! At least not that I know of. It's not like we are in a prime location and I haven't had any encounters that I can think of that would cause such a response.", Mr. Masuda wrung out hands at the thought of someone wanting to hurt him and his business. "Do you think someone may have cursed me?!"

You hummed in thought.

"Hmm perhaps… if it really is a spirit that is.", you rose from your place on the floor and turned to face the frantic shop owner, "You said an employee saw a ghostly form when she was locking up earlier tonight?"

"Yes! Miss Kimura! She's a very hard working girl and very kind too! She does well with the children who come in! It broke my heart hearing how terrified she was over the phone after she saw it."

"Did she describe it to you? Have you perhaps seen a similar figure yourself?" 

"I haven't seen anything like she described, but she said she saw a pale white figure, small like a child. She said it looked like it was looking into the display case, standing where the incidents keep happening."

You dug your hand into your messenger bag, one you bring to on-site investigations, and pulled out a UV flashlight. 

"Mind hitting the lights for me?"

"O-oh! Of course!", Mr. Masuda rushed over to the light switches near the shop entrance. As soon as the lights flickered out, you clicked on the flashlight and passed the shining purple light over the display case surface. Quickly, you find something interesting. Two small handprints make themselves known in the ultraviolet light. 

"And you said you wash the display case every night?"

"Yes! We clean the place thoroughly after closing! Kimura said she only saw the figure when she was locking up.", he perked up a bit, prideful of his shop's cleanliness.

"Well… either she missed a spot or these prints are fresh…", you flashed the light over the handprints again to show Mr. Musuda, who quickly looked shaken over the find.

"I… I'm sorry…"

A voice called out, sounding meek and guilty.

"Mama always said I shouldn't touch the glass, but the ice cream looks so good…"

You turned slightly towards the voice that came from right beside you. Your eyes landed on a ghostly figure of a young girl, looking no older than six years old and wearing a hospital gown. Her head hung in shame, clearly guilty of her actions. You slowly descended into a squat, careful not to scare the spirit girl. 

"Hey…", you spoke softly as if she were a lost child looking for their parents ,"It's okay. We can clean up again. May I ask for your name?"

The girl looked spooked at the fact I acknowledged her at all. Her eyes went wide with surprise.

"M-mama said I shouldn't talk to strangers… but I don't think anyone else can hear or see me…" 

"You're a smart girl to listen to your mama. She's right afterall. I understand if you're nervous, but I just want to ask you a few questions. Only if you're okay with that, of course, but I'd really like to try and help you."

The girl tugged at her gown nervously, looking down like she was contemplating whether you could be trusted or not.

"...Okay…", She whispered, "I'll answer your questions. My name is Chihoko Konuma."

"You have a very lovely name, Miss Konuma. My name is Y/N L/N, I'm a private detective," You turned to Mr. Masuda and gestured toward him,"and this nice man is Mr. Masuda. He's the owner of this shop."

"I know Mr. Masuda!", she perks up at the name

"Oh? How do you know him?"

"Me and Mama would come here every sunday! He's very nice! And Miss Kimura too!", and as quickly as it came her happy attitude disappeared. 

"I… I scared Miss Kimura,didn't I? Can you tell her I'm sorry? I really didn't mean to."

"I'm sure she will be fine. It's okay. She just… didn't understand." You trailed off.

You inhaled and clasped your hands together, tucking them under your chin.

"Do you remember what happened before you found yourself here?"

"I… I was in the hospital. Mama said my lungs didn't work right, that the doctors were going to help me… It hurt. It hurt a lot. And Mama was crying. I was so tired. All I wanted was to see Mama happy again. I just wanted to go out like before. Then we could get ice cream like we always did."

You could feel your throat tighten at the sight of tears welling up in the girl's eyes, hands in her gown tighten even further. 

"... Miss Detective… I'm not going to wake up, am I?"

Your heart dropped and you couldn't bring yourself to look her in the eye. This was the part you hated most. There were plenty of spirits who didn't understand what had happened to them. Many went on believing that they were still among the living, going about their day confined to a certain space or attached to a certain object. But, being the one to break the news never sat right with you.

"... No. I'm sorry, Chihoko." Your voice stayed steady and firm, yet gentle.

There was a heavy silence that settled. One that felt like it could drag you to the deepest depths of the ocean and never let up. From the corner of your eye you could tell even Mr. Masuda was affected by the intense wave of sadness in the room as he cupped his mouth to keep himself from choking up despite only catching half the conversation.

"...You said you wanted your Mama to be happy, right?" You started, forcing yourself to look at her again, "Well… I'm sure the thing that would make your Mama happiest… would be knowing that you were happy… that you don't hurt anymore…"

Chihoko looked up at you, ghostly tears fell from her eyes, but disappeared before they ever reached the ground. Her hands loosened their grip on her gown.

"... Chihoko, would you like some ice cream?"

She stayed silent, but nodded. You finally rose from your squat and held your hand out to Chihoko. 

"C'mon, you can choose where we sit."

She nodded again and took your hand. You felt a cold and wispy feeling envelope your hand as she began to lead you to the table in front of the windows.

"Mr. Masuda, you can go ahead and turn the lights back on. We're going to have ice cream if you don't mind." You smiled at the man who looked absolutely baffled by the situation.

"O-oh… yes! Of course!" He flicked the lights on and rushed back behind the counter.

"Is… is this part of the process?" He paused for a moment, looking for some clarity from you. 

"Uhhh yeah! Yes! Absolutely! The spirit demands an offering! And the offering must be ice cream!" You gave off a silly dramatic flare to your little speech and you heard a little giggle from the now seated ghost girl. 

"Psst, what do you want?" You leaned over slightly.

"Hmm… birthday cake ice cream with two scoops…"

"The mighty spirit demands two scoops…"

"No! Wait! Three! Three scoops!"

"Wait! Three scoops of birthday cake ice cream!"

"I also want rainbow sprinkles! Oh! And a cherry on top!"

"And make that with rainbow sprinkles and a cherry on top! So does the mighty spirit Chihoko demand it! All hail the mighty spirit!" You flare out your peacoat dramatically in emphasis, "... and uhh throw one in for me too, please."

You heard giggles erupt from the girl as Mr. Masuda quickly began putting together the orders, looking even more puzzled than before. Once finished he rushes over with two cups. You took one of the cups from his hands and raised it high above your head. 

"Dear mighty spirit! Please accept our offering!" 

You sat the cup in front of Chihoko, leaning slightly, you said softer, "May you find peace and happiness."

Chihoko smiled brightly and kicked her feet in her seat, "Thank you, Miss Detective."

"Anytime, Kiddo."

As you sat in the seat across from her and propped your head with your hand, you noticed a daydreaming look in her eyes. As if she were somewhere else completely. Where the sun was shining, the flowers were in bloom, and the beautiful birdsong rang through the air. Soon enough the ghostly girl's visage had dispersed, the seat she once occupied was once agin empty.

That knot in your throat appeared again. You bit the inside of your cheek and took slow breaths. With a hefty sigh, you rose from your chair and turned to Mr. Masuda. 

"So… so that's it? Is it coming back?" Mr. Masuda stuttered out, still very much confused.

"No. She most likely won't be coming back. If the events occur again, just call me up again and I'll take a look at it."

"Ah! That's good! Thank you so much, Detective! And uhhh about the payment-"

"Don't worry about it right now. It's late. I'll call you tomorrow and we can work something out. For now just worry about getting your business back in order." You take your ice cream cup in hand, "But I wouldn't mind taking this and a few more pints of ice cream home, if you don't mind…"

The plastic bag rustled as it swung into your leg with each stride. Mr. Masuda gladly agreed to give you some ice cream and sent you on your way with a promise of payment in the future. 

The ice cream shop may not have been far from your apartment, but each step felt heavier than the last. The streets weren't empty, but it was certainly quiet enough for your thoughts to ring louder than the idle chatter of the people on the street.

 You hated this feeling. The emotional exhaustion that came with interacting with spirits was sometimes too much to bear. All you wanted to do was have your tea and fall asleep while cuddling your cat. Maybe cry a little. Or cry a lot. Who knows? 

The thought of home was enough to will the energy to make the trek back. You felt your feet quicken the moment you saw your tiny apartment building come into view. 

Your hand blindly dug into your bag for your keys as you made your way up the strangely steep and uneven steps you have learned to navigate. The moment you pushed in the code and the door opened you heard whispers in your ears. 

Yes. Your apartment building was also haunted. 

Lucky you.

It was the reason you could afford a decent apartment for so cheap. You made a deal with the landlord to keep the spirits in check for a more affordable price on rent. Especially since the spirits were quite lively.

 They weren't aggressive exactly, but more curious and sociable. They especially liked to give you all the apartment building gossip. You can't lie, it was pretty entertaining. Like your own personal reality tv show.

And this time they came to you with news of someone breaking into your apartment.

Oh goodie. 

Your mood soured and you began to march up the stairs of the building. Of all nights some random asshole had to choose tonight. If someone was going to die tonight it certainly wasn't going to be you. You would be personally adding a new spirit to the apartment building's collection. 

It wasn't until you had reached your door had you caught the feeling of a familiar aura. Your sour mood lifted into a mix of relief and confusion.

You unlocked the door and let it swing open.

"I know we are friends and all, Shinsou, but at least give me a heads up before you go breaking into my apartment."

You reached the end of the hall and flicked on the lights to reveal the pro hero, his indigo hair tucked away under a black, slicked back wig, dark brown eye contacts over his natural purple, and heavy make-up distorting his natural features. He sat on your couch with your cat curled up in his lap, who clearly didn't seem deterred by his drastically different appearance.

That little traitor.

"Long time no see, Miss Nancy Drew. As always you are no fun to surprise."

Despite the lax nature of his words, there was a seriousness in his voice and a hard look in his eye. An uneasiness settled in your stomach. You closed your door and slipped off your shoes

"Something happened."

It was less of a question and more of a statement. He nodded. It was then you sensed a second presence. One unfamiliar to you.

"So… who's your friend hiding in my bathroom?"

You didn't like this. You had never seen Shinsou look so hesitant. Guilty almost. 

"Look. I need you to do me a favor…"

"First, I need you to tell me who the hell is in my fucking bathroom, Shinsou." Your voice had cut him off. Quick and angry you whispered. You were not in the mood to play these games. 

Shinsou let out a frustrated and defeated sigh. Your cat jumped off his lap as he leaned forward to press his intertwined hands to his mouth. 

"Shouto."

Huh?

"Number three pro hero, Shouto."

…

"WHAT?!"

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