#present micxreader

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Maybe you do not feel comfortable, but can I ask for little scenarios with Present Mic, Midnight and Eraserhead discovering that they adopted a girl who is the daughter of villains they arrested? (her parents committed domestic abuses)

Present Mic

Present Mic is devestated.

He is full of a touching vulnerability, and takes it very, very hard.

“Dad?”

he would tear up and not reply immediately

“I am okay sweetie...”

“It’s okay, dad. Not to be okay, I mean.”

He is full crying rn

“You have me, papa.”

“[name]... I...”

he chokes on his words and is full on sobbing

he just can’t believe things are like this

“I know why you are like this. It’s you who are my father, Dad. I remember those people who gave me life, but it’s you who secured me a good life. I can’t forget my debt to you.”

“You have no debt-”

“I do. My parents were the worst kind of people. They used to hurt me all the time and if you had not put them to jail I would have turned out like them. I just... know it.”

He would turn towards his daughter, wondering how lucky he was

“I am so thankful you taught me love and that I can smile despite who my parents were and what they did. Thanks for saving me, Dad.”

Midnight

Midnight is frozen

Memories of her little girl, which she loved like she were her own, smiling and snuggling to each other during scary thunderstorms

That girl.. That frail little girl she had adopted and taken in was a child of villains?

Was that why when they met [Name] was shivering, crying and screaming into the rain?

“I will not be like them, Mom. Please believe me, I will never be like them.”

Midnight is still in shock, slowly tearing up, unable to believe her daughter had it so tough

“Mom, please talk to me. I am scared.”

She wanted to talk. She wanted to tell her child that it was okay, that she did by no means believe she would become the same scum-

“They used to hurt me a lot, Mom. It was your kindness which calmed my soul and helped me live through the pain of my past. I will never become like them, because it was you who taught me better.”

Midnignt suddenly feels her limbs moving towards her crying daughter, taking her head towards her chest

They both cry together for the tragic fate that connects them, but are together in this

Eraserhead

Aizawa is feeling like shit.

Tries to keep it a secret from his adoptive daughter

This new-for him at least- revelation is tearing him apart.

What would his child think of him?

His daughter had to grow up with a man who she knew had put her parents behind bars

She would hate him if she knew he knew who her parents were

Just like that his act of mercy and love would turn to a venomous crime

His daughter notices the change in his behaviour

How he will come back home every three days or so

And how he would avoid her gaze

“Pops.”

HIs face would remain stoic, but his eyes would be full of pitch black sorrow

“It’s okay. I am so thankful to you, please don’t feel like you did something bad. Those monsters had it coming.”

Aizawa would be shocked

His daughter didn’t.... despise him?

“They used to do awful things to other people for their amusement. They even did... awful things... to me.”

“They are no parents of mine, but you are.”

[blufeniix]

Excerpt from @dw-writes Present Mic x Reader Fic, “Sotto Voce”!

I’d planned on this being just a sketch, but to really get the scene like I wanted it... ended up being a comic page of sorts?

Anyways, check out the fic HERE if you’re so inclined, it’s a fun read!

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Sweet Pea

Villain!MicxReader

tw: yandere themes (kinda), breaking and entering

You hadn't been sleeping well since the attack last week. Every time you began to doze off another worry would pop in to focus. How long will UA be closed for repairs? How were the students? Was Aizawa awake yet? And most often you'd ask yourself, how could he? He referring to Present Mic, of course.

You've tried telling yourself that he isn't Present Mic, that Present Mic had never really existed. And that man certainly was no hero. Heroes don't go around destroying schools or maiming their coworkers. Coworkers who were supposed to be his friends.

Present Mic - no, Yamada - had been collecting information from the prestigious school ever since he was a student. Beginning after the incident. To him, the school system was to blame for all the harm done to his friends. As if four years of mediocre training could prepare literal children for fights they didn't stand a chance in. He had tried, truly he had, to convince himself that things were changing for the better. That more steps were taking place to protect the children. He thought he was going about it the "right" way. Until he got in to an argument with All Might, Nezu, and even Eraserhead. Nobody was listening to him about how much they hurting the students, about how traumatized these children had become. Apparently the students had to learn the hard. So Mic was done with pretending to enjoy the system, he was done trying to overlook the crimes of the hero system, and he was done not being listened to.

But you listened.

Any time he would be in a fit of frustration he would come in to your office and vent. You never judged him. You never questioned what he felt. You told him you understood.

And Mic knew you really did. You weren't saying those things just because you're the schools counselor.

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Finally giving up on sleep, you crawled out of bed. The sun was barely starting to rise and the air was still cold. Maybe a walk would do you some good.

You stopped at the farthest point of your walk from your house. Back still hurting from the attack, you decided to stretch before returning. As you were finishing up you heard a whistle but found nothing when you turned around. A shiver ran down your spine. It was easy to convince yourself it was nothing; your hearing was still a bit messed up as a parting gift from your former friend.

The whistle noise reappeared when you got home. No harm in looking around, just to make sure everything is still how you left it. But as you rounded the corner to your room you ran into something. No, someone.

"Did'ya miss me, songbird?"

You covered your ears reflexively, "Mic?"

The blonde grimaced, "Maybe let's not use that name, sweet pea. Zashi still works though. How's Shota?"

How's Shota? He actually has the nerve to ask you how the man he put in the hospital is. One would think that All Might would get the brunt of the now-villains anger, but no, it was his best friend.

Everyone knew you cried when you got too overwhelmed or angry, and right now you were both.

The man sighed and knelt down next you, "I didn't plan on hurting him but he kept coming after me and his quirk is a real pain. When it comes to fighting without quirks he's always been stronger than me, but I'm faster. Once he got knocked out I left him be. Now I was surprised that you tried to fight me."

"And because of you I nearly lost my hearing," You hissed and pushed past him.

Mic couldn't help but laugh. You really though he had little control of his quirk? If he wanted to burst your eardrums he would have. He debated staying where he was, eventually you'd have to go to your room for something, but then he remembered he was a fugitive and probably shouldn't let you out of his eyesight.

"Why are you being so dramatic," He teased. "And what are you looking for?"

You had several drawers open in your living room and were rummaging through them like a starving raccoon.

"A taser," You hissed. "Get out of my house, Yamada."

"Oh, a taser, kinky."

All but pulling at your hair, you glared at him. "Get out."

You pulled out your phone, finally having the wherewithal to call... someone. And with that your intruder's jovial attitude dissipated. He lunged for your phone and you two began a terrifying game of keep away. As soon as you broke out of his grasp, you sprinted to your room. Your heart was pounding in your ears and you felt like throwing up.

"Okay, sweet pea, here's the deal. You call anyone and I'll kill them when they get here," He slammed on the door. "I'm giving you the chance to be a good girl and unlock the door."

Why was he doing this? You knew he could bust through the door without much effort. He was just getting off on scaring you. But you also didn't doubt that he'd follow through on his word if you called for help. So instead you threw your phone on the bed and opened the window.

Then Mic tumbled through the now-broken door.

With you hands protecting your ears you tried to be as quiet as possible. You were pressed to the very back of your closet, praying that he believed you got out of the house. If he was was faster than Aizawa, you knew he'd have no problem catching up if you tried to run.

You could hear his footsteps tracing around your room. The window was shut, and then locked. Crap, he knows you didn't run. He was whistling again. He picked up your phone and tried to unlock it a few times before dropping it on the floor. The glass made a crunchy sound when he stepped on the screen.

"Songbird, I didn't know you liked hide-and-seek."

He would treat this like sadistic game.

As if you were a toddler, Mic present to look for you under your bed.

"I doubt you left the room, so where could you be?" Continuing to mock you he knocked on the closet door.

You chose to close your eyes when the door slid open. This must just be a bad dream. Jerking you out of the closet gasped in surprise.

"I found you!"

He pulled you in to the tightest hug as a needle pierced your skin. After only a few moments of struggling you felt your body begin to fall, until Mic hoisted you in to his arms.

"I think that's enough games for today. Get some sleep now."

[writerbyaccident]

The Morning After (Yandere Hizashi Yamada/Present MicxReader)

Hizashi hummed to himself, flipping pancakes contentedly. He couldn’t remember ever being so deliriously happy before. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and you were waiting upstairs for him. Honestly, he felt as though he might burst from joy. After so long waiting, so long flirting with you and watching you and learning everything about you, he finally had you. The hero had fallen for you the first moment he saw you, and his love had only grown each day. The wait had been long, but it had been worth it. Hizashi had never doubted that you would be, of course, but there had been moments. Moments where his impatience had threatened to devour him, where he was tempted to whisk you away until you loved him.

           But, Hizashi thought to himself, he hadn’t needed to. You had fallen into his arms eventually, as he knew you were destined to do. The two of you were soulmates, fated for each other from the moment you were born. And now that you were finally with him, Hizashi was so excited to start your lives together. Placing the array of perfectly made pancakes onto a platter, Hizashi began carrying it towards the bedroom. A part of him wanted to rush back to you, to maximize his time with you, but he wasn’t about to let himself spill the breakfast he had made you. It was his job to provide for you after all, and Hizashi planned to prove just how dedicated he was to his job.

           Balancing the tray carefully as he walked up the stairs, Hizashi swore he could feel you as you rested in the other room. When he found himself in front of the bedroom door, he took a moment to breathe in deeply. Then, nudging the door open, he walked inside. You were still asleep it seemed, curled up soundly in the blankets. Locking the door behind him, Hizashi moved to set the platter down carefully on the nightstand. As he looked down at you, so peaceful and serene, he felt his heart begin to sing.

           “Mmm,” you hummed, eyes still closed. “Good morning.”

           “Morning, songbird. I made you breakfast.”

           “You’re too sweet.”

           “I know,” he teased back. Sitting up, you cracked your eyes open, smiling at him sweetly. Together the two of you began devouring the pancakes, small bits of sleepy conversation punctuating your meal. When at last you finished, you stood up and began to walk towards the bathroom.

           “I’m going to get cleaned up,” you told him, “and then I’ll head home.”

           “Home?”

           “Yeah,” you chuckled. “I’ve got some work to finish up. But maybe we can have dinner tomorrow night?” Nodding absentmindedly, Hizashi watched as you shut the bathroom door. When he heard the shower start, he took your phone from the nightstand and threw it with all of his strength against the wall. Picking it back up, he was pleased to see that it had shattered completely. You didn’t need it anyway, not when you had him. Yes, he had waited for so long to have you. And now that he finally did, he wasn’t about to let you go, not even for a moment.

[writerbyaccident]

Love Song (Yandere Hizashi Yamada/Present MicxReader)

Looking back on it, you couldn’t even remember what you had been dreaming about. It could have been about absolutely anything, from the classic not wearing pants in public to the boring grocery shopping. The only thing you did remember about it was the music. For some strange reason, music had begun to filter into your dream where it h ad no business being. It distracted you from whatever nonsensical thing your dream self had been doing, growing louder and louder.

           Eventually, the music became too loud for your unconscious mind to contain, forcing you to wake up. Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you glanced at your phone and saw that it was the middle of the night. Still exhausted, you started to settle back under the covers, when you discovered that you could still hear the song playing softly.

           It was a love song, you realized. Specifically, it was At Last by Etta James. Now truly perplexed, you slipped off of your bed to try to find where exactly it was coming from. The music was too close and clear for a neighbor to be playing it, so perhaps you accidentally left the television on. Or maybe it was coming from some popup ad on your computer. Venturing out into your apartment’s kitchen, you looked around for the source. But still, there was no clear origin for the noise. Half convinced that you were still dreaming, you merely stood in the middle of the kitchen for a minute, almost too tired to walk all of the way back to bed. Just as you summoned the strength to turn around though, you were seized by a powerful set of arms. Before you could really even attempt to put up a fight, a slight prick to your neck had you swaying in his grip.

           “I’m glad you like it, babe,” Hizashi Yamada whispered into your ear. “I was thinking we could make it our song.”

“At last my love has come along My lonely days are over and life is like a song, oh yeah At last the skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up clover the night I looked at you I found a dream that I could speak to A dream that I can call my own I found a thrill to press my cheek to A thrill I've never known, oh yeah You smiled, you smiled oh and then the spell was cast And here we are in Heaven For you are mine at last”

[writerbyaccident]

Delusions (Yandere Present MicxReader)

Request: Howdy! I was wondering if you would be open to writing something with a Pro Hero!Darling with they/them pronouns and Present Mic? Hope you have a wonderful day~

           Being a hero could be hard. All pros knew that of course, but Present Mic especially. Ever since he first saw you, Hizashi’s whole perspective on being a hero changed. It was as if, for the very first time, he realized just how dangerous the profession was. Sure, he had known the risks logicallybefore, but that was in no way the same as watching you—the one he loved—put yourself in danger all of the time. As a hero himself, Hizashi had been through countless attacks and had accrued innumerable injuries, but none of it compared to how terrified he felt whenever he thought of you jeopardizing yourself like that. God, didn’t you realize how precious you were? How the world just wouldn’t be worth anything without you? Couldn’t you see how much you hurt him every single time you stepped out of your front door?

           Eventually, it just got to be too much for Hizashi. As your boyfriend, Hizashi knew that it was his job to keep you safe, so that was exactly what he was determined to do. What other choice did he have? He wasn’t just going to stand back and watch you get hurt! You were the song of his life, and he had to make sure that song kept on playing. So soon enough Hizashi found himself keeping a close eye on your agency, showing up whenever you were fighting a villain, and even joining you on your patrols. Those times were his favorite, when there weren’t too many villains for you to fight and he could just watch as you walked in front of him.

           It was one of those times now, a quiet morning when all he had to do at the moment was bask in your presence. Dancing to the tune you were playing for his heart, Hizashi made sure to keep some distance from you, making sure that you couldn’t see him. As much as he would love to stand right next to you, Hizashi didn’t want to do anything that might distract you. Sure, he might be watching over you at the moment, but that didn’t mean he wanted you to let your guard down. And besides, this way he could sneak up on any villain who tried to hurt you. With those lyrics running through his head, Hizashi almost immediately noticed the suspicious figure trailing you. As they got closer to you, Hizashi got ready to spring into action.

           But before he could save you, Hizashi saw something that rocked him like nothing ever had. Rather than trying to get the jump on you, the suspicious figure Hizashi spotted the man tapping you on the shoulder, with you turning around and laughing when you saw who it was. Who the hell did that creep think he was? Did he seriously not realize that you had already been claimed? And as if that wasn’t bad enough, you then huggedthat piece of shit.

           Hizashi was speechless, well and truly speechless, an odd phenomenon for the man. How could you do something like that to him? How could you ever cheat on the one who loved you more than anyone else ever could? The whole thing was nearly impossible for Hizashi to comprehend; someone as sweet as you could have never become a cheater. No, that man must have tricked or coerced you somehow. Yes, that had to be it! There was just no way that you could even be capable of something like that; Hizashi felt absurd for even considering it. If that was true though, then this man was the most twisted villain Present Mic had ever encountered.

           So, not long after you and the man had parted ways, Hizashi treated him accordingly. The scum’s face was currently being dragged against the brick wall Hizashi had pushed him against, and he grinned down at the villain.

           “That’s what you get for messing with my sweetheart. You really think you can put your dirty hands on someone else’s lover? You don’t even deserve to look at them, let alone touch them!”

           “What the fuck are you talking about?” the man groaned as blood dribbled down his cheek.

           “That hero you were harassing. They. Are. Mine. You’re crazy if you think you have a chance in hell with them. I love them, and they love me, so stay the fuck away.” With one last drag of the scum’s face across the harsh brick, Hizashi let go of him, convinced that the he had gotten the message. He would need to keep an even closer eye on you to make sure this shithead didn’t try anything else, but that he was happy to do. Whistling to himself as he walked away, Hizashi almost didn’t hear what the man then mumbled under his breath.

           “Crazy fucking stalker,” he muttered quietly, though not quietly enough. “They’re not even seeing—”

Whatever the man was about to say then was ripped from his throat. When Hizashi heard the scum claim such lies, he didn’t hesitate, not for a moment. No, he did what any loving, caringboyfriend would do and turned back around. It seemed as though your stalker needed to be set straight on a few things.