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valentine-writes · 9 months

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for you!

「 tws + notes: no tws, fluff, not edited, kinda ooc my bad,, im learnin,,, 」

↳ ft. gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099, miles morales, and pavitr prabhakar

「 gn! reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: obvi strictly platonic for miles, pav, + gwen but like. anyways!! just practicing writing for them becuz otherwise they will be So OOC for everyone's reqz and i literally would die. highkey struggled a bit but i'm tryin y'all!!! ("trying" but this is unedited ASF) ...eveyone look away from my obvious bias for gwen i heart her. i wanna,, also write for more characters eventually,, sooo,, hc reqs,,, hehehe :3 no full ficz,,, yet-

GWEN STACY headcanons:

▸ she doesn't do friends. not really anymore. oh but like. aside from miles, ur also an exception.

your friendship just kinda. happened?? it was a slow process but eventually y'all got close

▸ you supported her in her band endeavours! u know how knives chau rocks the homemade sex bob-omb merch in scott pilgrim vs the world (sorry 4 being a scott pilgrim fan and referencing it. im battling DEMONS.) THATZ U. biggest supporter for realz!! and she appreciates it so so much :,(

▸ she tries to hold u at arms length initially but ends up missing u too much when ur not around :( you've gotten really close to her over time– something neither of you had expected. but having a friend is refreshing for her. she's secretly always just a little anxious about losing you.

one time, in the middle of your developing friendship, she just kinda... dipped. left you on seen, didn't return your calls– you hadn't seen her in a while. but she came back, apologized profusely (through a lot of stumbled sentences and awkward rambles), and then swore never to do it again. you were... conflicted. so you asked her if anything was wrong and she mustered the courage to be vulnerable with you.

you are probably one of the first people in a long time that she'd actually been able to open up to.

▸ sleepovers where u jus stay up and watch slasher films. idk man i just feel this one in my heart. even if ur not particularly fond of horror, gwen is cool abt it if u need to cover ur eyes or hide under a blanket. y'all are practically screaming at the screen whenever the protagonist makes a dumb choice, acting like the characters can actually hear u

"if you go into that FUCKING BASEMENT I SWEAR–"

"nah– she's doing it. watch. WATCH."

"I CANT"

HOBIE BROWN headcanons:

▸ u are NOT calling this guy hobart. the first time u ever called him that Everyone Else was thrown off. like. no. we gonna stick w/ hobie for this one.

you, however, had the funny little idea of shortening his nickname even further. now sometimes– just on occasion– it's bee.

naturally, he's too cool to care abt what he's called, so he doesn't seem to have too many feelings about your overly cutesy nickname for him.

▸ you know any instruments? great. jam sessions with him. you don't? he'll teach you to play guitar. few ppl are given permission to touch His Guitar... but he can afford to make exceptions.

as he's teaching you, his chest collides against ur back a couple times, his hands guiding yours. he'll gently guide your fingers on the fretboard and yeah it's like– maybe not the most efficient way to learn. but whatever. he's pretty good with helping you figure it out.

▸ if you express wanting a piercing, tattoo or wanting to change up your hair (dying it, cutting it, whatever–) he's immediately gonna be like. "yea? ok. bathroom. right now." he'll help you out. king of diy truly.

and hey, the piercings never get infected, the stick and pokes turn out fine, the haircuts never look that bad, and the hair dye doesn't turn out awful so like. win???

supports you in your impulsive choices– piercings can close, diy tattoos fade, hair can grow– but the joy of self expression iz 4eva!!!!

▸ he lets you steal clothes from him. totally will point it out, but won't be all that bothered by it. HE'S GONNA BE TAKING FROM UR CLOSET TOO you practically share a wardrobe at this point. the others slowly become unable to differentiate which clothes you and hobie own individually. even if your wardrobes are completely different– trust he will find a way to keep a small piece of you with him

MIGUEL O'HARA headcanons:

▸ this man is emotionally distant asf. how did you achieve this relationship with him. answer: no clue!!! (｡･･｡) now that ur tight w/ him i am begging you. for the sake of the multiverse. get this man a therapy consultation RIGHT NEOWWW..... they literally have therapy services available in the spider society hq. if you dont HAUL HIS ASS OVER THERE–

▸ it's really no secret miguel has a soft spot for you. though he is very adamant about the fact that he doesn't– most people know that he's a little less grumpy with you around.

you seem to be one of the only people who can actually make him smile. which is. crazy. the first time he ever laughed at a joke you made you just kinda froze and stared at him, wondering if you had just vividly hallucinated miguel being happy. it was a light chuckle, where he kinda,, put his hand over his mouth and looked away. but it was SHOCKINGGG

▸ if you managed to get along with miguel, you're probably also besties with lyla. miguel however does not enjoy this. mainly because you two gang up on him. a lot. aka whenever ur arguing about anything w/ miguel, lyla is more likely to take your side. for funzies!!! she calls you her favourite– and it's like. man. are you getting along with miguel just for his little hologram assistant? i would but im gon shut my mouth on this one

it's funny how easily u two get along. she has officially attached all his bank info to ur online shopping accs and gaming shit. go wild. he'll never know (he finds out.. eventually.)

▸ it's actually really weird how you affect him. and everyone's noticing. he's constantly overworking himself to preserve the safety of the multiverse and when he's not, he's reminiscing on the past- but you give him something that he hasn't had in a while- an actual break. you pull him away from his responsibilities, from the screens he gazes into for so long, and for once he can relax. even if it's just for a minute

MILES MORALES headcanons:

▸ i saw hcs of a friendship w/ miles like gumball and darwin and i literally cannot get it out of my head. y'all r tight like that!!!! itz canon now. considering miles doesn't have a lotta friends (in his universe, at least) he's glad to have you!!! you're probably one of the people he hangs around the most. if you're somewhere, miles is probably somewhere around you too. and if he is not? he's probably just late. spiderman-ing around nyc probably

▸ his parents have really grown to like you too!!! let's assume u dont pull a gwen and address them by their first names. (i love her so much no shade at all but PLEADYUWEGFEHF that was So White of her) miles always has you over to hang out– which usually means you're invited to have dinner with them. his mom especially is always makin sure ur feeling at home and u got enough on ur plate (she is so sweet i adore her)

miles is constantly hearing: "when are they coming over again? you haven't had them over in a while-" rio hearts u. (and i heart rio.)

▸ STREET ART WITH MILES STREET ART WITH MILES– he def taught u what he learned from his uncle aaron. eventually u found a place you two can spray paint 2gether and u go w/ him whenever u need to destress a bit ^_^ it doesn't matter what ur skill level is in art, he's happy to teach you! sometimes, for practice, he'll even draw you!!! and though he hasn't shown you yet,,, he's been comfortable enough w/ you to leave his sketchbook open when you're around

▸ ALSO!! your hangouts probably have a killer soundtrack. u share a collaborative playlist w/ miles and swap recommendations every so often– so whenever ur both 2gether and jus chilling you've got good music 2 blast which is a combo of both ur tastes!!! he probably loves ur music, even if itz something he doesn't typically listen to. it's jus so you.

▸U ARE HIS CANVAS NOW. if u let him, he'll doodle in pen on your arm. he's always so focused, his eyes fixed on your skin as he doodles all over your forearm and hand. his grip is gentle as he turns your arm, tilting it every so often to make sure it looks right. there is no awkward silence, no pressure to make conversation- the quiet shared is comforting.

eventually he runs out of space and blinks up at you,, almost forgetting who he was drawing on. he'll apologize for getting so carried- but his drawings look amazing.

...and then he realized it was permanent marker and immediately doubled his apologizes.

PAVITR PRABHAKAR headcanons:

▸ im going to put this here and i dont know why specifically this came to mind. but never play just dance with him. you will LOSE. one of thse people who don't have to try to win. but he WILL put his 100% in it and eat you UPPPP.

sorry u can't outdo him </3

like bro those moves AREN'T EVEN PART OF THIS DANCE HOW ARE YOU STILL WINNING???

▸ gym bro but not Insane Gym Bro just.... gym bro. will try to get you to workout with him,, but like. cool if you don't wanna! is the most supportive gym buddy to have though. will always encourage you throughout the entire thing and not even just to get you to push through a set- this boy genuinely jus believes in you so much.

▸ he's constantly talking to you about gayatri. he loves his gf sm. if ur one of those people who Don't Like hearing abt other ppls relationships he'll make an attempt to tone it down

but trust he NEVER. EVER. makes you third wheel them. gayatri also will make sure of this- so now... more than often... if you're tryin' to hang with the both of them- THEY BOTH TRY TO PLAY MATCHMAKER FOR YOU.

LIKE. you can't just be LONELY. they're gonna make sure of it. pav and gaytri number one wingmen,..,, women,,, besties

▸ probably texts u like crazy. the type of guy to send u things throughout the day like "this is so you :]" he loves his bestie (YOU!!!)

sometimes it's like,, a particularly interestingly shaped cloud. maybe a cool bug that landed nearby him. a flower growing out of the pavement cracks.

and then sometimes it's like. this.

"this is you."

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ao3feed-bnha-rarepair · 10 months

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After It's Over

After it´s over by giyuubestboi

Todoroki spends his life fighting. First his father, then villains and then his own brother. Now that all is said and done, what will happen to him? And most importantly, what will he do now everyone he thought loved him betrayed him?

Or: Todoroki fights his brother, loses a family and finds a new one. Maybe it was meant to be this way all along.

Words: 1826, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Natsuo, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Rei, Todoroki Family, Shinsou Hitoshi, Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku

Relationships: Shinsou Hitoshi & Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi/Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Todoroki Shouto, Eri & Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Family, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Todoroki Shouto-centric, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Protective Shinsou Hitoshi, OOC, Infidelity, Hurt Todoroki Shouto, i hate dabi so much is not even funny anymore, BAMF Todoroki Shouto, Unhinged Todoroki Shouto, Dark Todoroki Shouto, Kinda but not really, midoriya is a bitch in this one, bakugou is also a bitch, love them tho, How Do I Tag, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, shinsou supports unhinged todoroki bc we love a supportive bf, all of class 1a is super ooc in this one, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, i also hate endeavour with a burning passion, he can shove that redemption arc up his flaming ass, no beta read we die like nighteye

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48714427

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Todoshindeku #♣#Todoshindeku #🐰#💫#❄️#⚣#W:V #A:Giyuubestboi #Abuse #Hurt Comfort

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ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou · 10 months

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After It's Over

After it´s over by giyuubestboi

Or: Todoroki fights his brother, loses a family and finds a new one. Maybe it was meant to be this way all along.

Words: 1826, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Natsuo, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Rei, Todoroki Family, Shinsou Hitoshi, Class 1-A, Midoriya Izuku

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48714427

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Todoshindeku Plus #♧#Todoshindeku #Bakudeku·#Dabi #Touya Todoroki #⚣#W:V #A:Giyuubestboi #Abuse

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ofallthingsnasty · 2 years

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Forced agr3 with Enjoying because he wants a second shot at kids. Him keeping you bound in a crib all day only taking you out once he gets home, craddling you in his large arms as he feeds you a bottle or let's you suck your pacifier and watch TV, him just trying to not fuck up again and being gentle minus the kidnapping and forced part

yes. YES. I headcanon him as a 100% nc agr3 type of guy - and it doesn't matter if it's because of misdirected love and he's genuinely trying to care for you or if it's something darker and he's trying to get you to submit fully. I love both and I'm so glad it's kinda fanon-ish. Let me just plug this beautiful piece by @allmightsprettyhousewife because I feel like you'd enjoy it if you haven't read it yet 😏 Also, I still have a 'list' ask about agr3 yanderes in my drafts, I really need to finish that!! Because Enji is definitely on there as well pfff tw. forced agr3, yandere, kidnapping, wildly ooc Endeavour probably pfff, noncon in the last paragraph - sticking to soft Enji with this one

Daddy Enji 🥺 That big, burly man can make anyone feel small. He treats you so delicately, too. Gently plucks you out of the crib when he comes home, and tucks your head under his chin while you're still whining against the pacifier gag. Rocks back and forth to calm you while he kisses your hair and mumbles a word or two about how it's all good now because he's here. He tries, he really does. Gently dresses you up in your favorite colors and soft cotton, tries to keep your diet healthy and interesting, always keeps you close to him (seriously, he’ll just carry you around the house 24/7). He knows it’s so, so lonely without him during the day so he spoils you when he comes home - seats you in his lap and watches cartoons with you, hums goofy little songs to you while he’s cooking, reads to you- He really tries to make the most of your time together, tries to to make you his happy little one. If you let him, he can be very caring and gentle - and he does feel a little guilty over your predicament from time to time, but he couldn’t leave someone as helpless and cute to fend for themselves. You’re here so he can pour all of his love into you and you’ll learn to reciprocate it, he’s sure. But don’t make him angry. He has a terribly short fuse. It’s one thing to be fussy because you’re hungry or missed him or to whine because you’re feeling too hot- but outright refusing him and being bratty? He won’t stand that. He tries to be more patient, but disrespect is something he can’t excuse. At all. He prefers physical punishments and tries to keep them short(ish). Definitely a spanker, probably makes you kneel in uncooked rice for some time, not opposed to a slap to your face when you’re really stepping out of line. But once it’s done (and he has calmed down) he makes sure to run you a bath and praise you a little for taking it so well. Don’t expect grand gestures, but you’ll know he’s satisfied by the way his hands gently wash and rinse you and how he tucks you into a big fluffy towel afterwards. And he shouldn’t- he knows he really shouldn’t do it- but he can’t help his fingers from wandering sometimes. You’re so cute and weak and small compared to him, your body is practically begging him to touch it. He loves fingering you until you’re reduced to tears, until you beg him to stop because it’s too much, it hurts, you can’t take this anymore. He barely dares to fuck you because he’s so big and you’re always whining about the stretch and the way you’re sore for days afterwards. But you can ride his thigh, his fingers, his face- and sometimes he’s selfish and forces your head down on his cock because your throat is more yielding and is trained to take him. I don’t think the sexual aspect is his main focus, but sometimes you’re simply too cute not to touch and tease.

#ask #anon #yandere enji todoroki #enji todoroki x reader #tw.forced.ar #/endeavour #tw.noncon #also when i say cute and small and all that -ish -- flame d/ddy def makes us all tiny hdsjhsja with his sheer muscle mass alone #i'm very much chubby and uh--- i hope this doesn't read as body exclusive reader

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izusun · 2 years

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[Clasps hands together] any shigadabi headcanons you'd like to share with us?

-PL/Dusty

[grabs ur hand] bae, lets see how ooc i can make these

(01)

shigaraki’s never been the best at comforting people, let alone being with people at their weakest. he would rather play games in the comfort of his room or talk to sensei, but there’s something that pulled him to the whimpering body in their couch.

dabi’s been having nightmares. his usual pale skin and gaunt eyes are turning for the worse, and while shigaraki’s not outright worrying, he can’t help but want dabi to get over whatever’s making him sad already. he’s not useful when he looks sick.

anyways, they kinda start bantering until it transitions to them opening up to each other. then dabi offhandedly says how he hates his quirk. hates endeavour most, for sure, but his quirk comes next. he burns a throw pillow for emphasis (he’ll handle kurogiri’s fury tomorrow), and they watch as the ashes gather on the floor.

shigaraki decays the other, and dabi startles because he didn’t expect shigaraki to do anything at all. “what the hell?” dabi hissed, but shigaraki just keeps his eyes locked on the floor.

he doesn’t reply for a long time, and dabi’s about to stand up and leave, when he finally says, “our quirks look alike.” dabi pauses and turns to him. shigaraki continues to not meet his eyes. “i like mine so i guess i kinda like yours too.”

dabi knows that that’s the shittiest attempt at comforting he’s heard from anyone, and yet it doesn’t stop him from uncoiling, tension seeping out from his shoulders that loosen and drop. it also doesn’t stop him from not feeling good, his chest feeling a lot lighter which almost feels like victory.

dabi hides a smile.

. . . .

(02)

dabi absolutely steals games from shelves because he knows shigaraki would like them.

“here you go, nerd,” dabi says before chucking it to him. too bad for dabi because shigaraki catches them every damn time.

in return, shigaraki reluctantly asks dabi if he’d like to play with him, and gets pissed when dabi agrees. (dabi agrees because he knows shigaraki would be annoyed.)

. . . .

(03)

shigaraki practicing to hold hands with someone on dabi.

“if you kill me, i’ll haunt you forever. your sensei won’t even be able to help you if that happens,” dabi grouches but holds his hand out to shigaraki, anyways.

“shut up, already,” shigaraki replies and glares at him even as he intertwines his pale fingers with dabi’s, pinky consciously sticking out.

there’s a certain type of intimacy when they’re finally pressed flat, and dabi breathes in sharply at the little and genuinely happy smile on shigaraki’s face.

“oh,” dabi thinks, eyes narrowing as he studies the other. “so he can be cute too.”

. . . .

(04)

they’re both vastly protective of each other, but the other doesn’t know. this causes more mutual pining because even if the other LoV members tell them that the other likes them, they really don’t believe it.

read:

someone was complaining how dabi’s actually weak and even useless. “he’s only good when twice or that blonde chick copies him!” a low-level villain loudly says, words slurring together and the beer in his hands sloshing at his jerky movements.

usually no one had the balls to do this, but for today, they all knew that dabi and the rest are gone for another vanguard-ing. the villain’s companions cheer as he continues to spew out curses for dabi.

thing was, shigaraki’s huddled in a corner, head pressed down on the table, and hood thrown over his hair, having been kicked out of his room by kurogiri so that he can clean it up. so he settled somewhere far from the loud patrons, then, the npc began saying things shigaraki knows he really doesn’t know about.

all the anger and annoyance bubbled over and combined, and, finally, shigaraki snaps. he zones back in to the sounds of screaming and when he looks up, he sees the rest of the patrons rushing to leave, talking over each other with some apologies mixed into it. the loud npc—shigaraki’s eyes turn to the floor—is gone.

good. it’s finally quiet.

. . . .

(05)

something something about afo using shigaraki’s weakness/fondness for dabi against him.

“would you really think he would’ve loved you if you weren’t a villain created by me?”

cries.

. . . .

(06)

dabi asking the heroes to help them save shigaraki back from afo.

“touya, what-”

“afo’s completely taken control of shigaraki,” dabi grits out, eyes blazing with fury as he looks at endeavour’s wide eyes. “but there’s enough of shigaraki to be saved so please, please save him.”

it’s a startling image to see dabi cry, tears and blood mixing together as they run down his cheek. enji wants to reach out to apologize and to hug his son, but he knows he’s lost all rights for that already. so he just straightens up and says, “i promise.”

and he means it down to his bones.

. . . .

(07)

i have this image of them dancing together as the world burns down around them. dabi leads them, and shigaraki laughs as the world blurs to blue flames and brown ashes—a poetic mix of him and dabi.

. . . .

(08)

they either just wake up one day and agree to be together, or the confessions are genuine and heartfelt, words rumbling from the pockets of their chests.

at the mention of “i love you,” their breaths both hitch.

#pl anon #ask #DUSTY I RAMBLED SO MUCH HSJSJD FORGIVE ME #remember when i said shigadabi is the same spectrum but opposite sides as bkdk? yea these headcanons show that sm #bnha #shigadabi #shigaraki tomura #dabi #bnha headcanons

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svgarpills · 2 years

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mini rant im so sorry but my god im so tired of seeing endhawks content be like the vast majority of hawks content, i adore hawks but literally everything of him is either him getting shipped with a man twice his age who he's admired since he was a child, or that mans abusive son (i get fandom but there could not be a healthy dabihawks but i see the appeal, just wish it was so ooc) hawks is a really lonely character like he doesnt really have friends and doesnt interact with a lot of ppl meaningfully but do people HAVE to cling onto some of the worst possible ships for him my god. He literally saw endeavour as his hero as a child, like he 'saved' him, how are ppl not finding that weird??? "hawks is an adult now" he barely is in japan, doens't changed how he's viewed endeavour for almost his entire life, endeavour literally has a kid older than AND the same age as hawks. Isn't there a huge thing abou thow creepy it is for middle aged divorced dads dating women younger than his daughter, is that not the same thing here???? but oh its gay so its fine, its cant possibly be an unhealthy dynamic. At least admit its kinda gross or weird if youre gonna ship it rahter then defend it like its not at all problematic.

OH DW ANON I GET IT

I'm not a huge fan myself (don't hate him, just not a character that automatically clicked w/ me) but man gets stuck with the shittiest ships /hj.

Db/hwks i kind of get, i guess? I can see the appeal in the fanon version & it has cute fanart, even if it's not for me. That 1 is more of me being very specific with how I like my enemies-to-lovers ships & the canon version making me go :/. But like- they're both in the same age range so it doesn't squick me out quite as much.

But him & end/eavor just seems so weird to me, especially because he's around the age of his daughter. Like sure they're both legal but there's a clear...i dont wanna fully say weird power dynamic but there's a difference in stuff like experience & other things like that. Hawks has looked up to End/eavor since he was really young so i just..can't see their dynamic ever working out in a completely healthy way.

(p.s if this shows up in the main character or ship tags i'll fix it)

#if this shows up in the main tag tell me & i'll edit it #anti endhawks #so ppl can filter #anti dabihawks #kind of?#more #fanon-dabihawks neutral #ship hate

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deadpcnned · 3 years

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let’s talk about... sex? you&me? (s.b. x reader)

pairing: sirius black x reader

summary: sirius and y/n struggle with the two things that make a relationship. sex and communication.

warning(s): mentions of sex, uh i guess “steamy” scenes but no smut, sirius is written possibly ooc, also kinda angst ?

word count: 6.7k

a/n: this is sort of a mess but i enjoyed it anyway so oh well :p ALSO if you think anything i wrote in this is unconsensual in anyway pls lmk i do not support that AT ALL. anywayy here’s my first fic on this account hehe

A giggle left Y/N’s swelling lips as Sirius lowered her onto his bed. It had been luck that none of his dorm mates were there, but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have cared if they had been. Not when the girl in front of him was letting out such beautiful labored breaths, a sound that only he got to hear.

Y/N reconnected her lips to his, bringing her hand to cup the back of his neck. Sirius’ lips left hers again, but she didn’t have to let out the whine that was at the back of her throat as he began to nip at the skin of her neck, immediately turning it into a strangled moan. Tilting her head she allowed him to pepper straggled kisses down her neck to the exposed skin of her shoulder that peeked out from her jumper. Or rather his jumper. One of his hands gave him support as he hovered over her, while the other was pressed firmly to her side. He let the pad of his thumb rub circles into more exposed skin and Y/N felt the knot in her stomach grow. It was as though she couldn’t get enough of him. Her hands moved down from behind his neck to start unbuttoning his dress shirt. Sirius began to pull away from her neck but she quickly caught his lips in hers, causing him to smile against her. Her desperate kisses let him know just how badly she needed him. But as he pulled back again, he shifted his body so that he was now laying beside her, his arms sprayed out above him.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed at the sudden lack of touch and she turned to Sirius with questioning eyes, “Are you okay?”

“Hmm,” Sirius looked at her with his eyebrows shot up, as if the sudden shift of energy was completely normal. “Oh yah, of course, love. ‘M just tired. Wanna cuddle?”

No. Y/N didn’t want to cuddle. Not when she could still feel his hands on every part of her he had touched and the effects of those touches on the parts he was yet to. But if Sirius was tired, then that was fine. It was actually only right. So she quietly rested her head on his shoulder (not missing the way he stiffened for a second), finding a different kind of pleasure in the way his fingers eventually began to run through her hair.

It had been a few days since the awkward occurrence and Sirius seemed to be making it a point to do virtually everything in public. Every second that he had to spend with Y/N alone, he always seemed to be suggesting they spend it in some public area. Studying? The library. A walk? Near the quidditch field, where his mates seemed to interrupt every few minutes. But now they were running back hand in hand straight into the common room, trying to make sure they reached before Filch caught up to them. Their laughs were loud and their breath heavy as they ran through the portrait hole. Sirius collapsed onto the common room couch, not paying much mind to how empty the common room was.

“I’ve got to hand it to you, Y/N/N,” Sirius spoke, still attempting to catch his breath. “Ditching potions to try to sneak into the kitchens was bloody worth it. Even if Filch might still be on our arse.”

Y/N chuckled as she stood across from the dark haired boy, taking in the site of him. He had shut his eyes and was clutching his stomach with one of his arms while the other was extended across the right side of the sofa. He was smiling, though, indicating that he truly did enjoy their endeavour. Merlin, he was beautiful.

“If it was such a good idea,” drawled Y/N, her legs slowly carrying her closer to the Gryffindor boy. “Why don’t you give me a treat?” Sirius’ eyes snapped open as he felt her fall into his lap and her hands cup his shoulders.

“After all, I didn’t really get that dessert…” she spoke, looking at him through her lashes. Sirius gulped, as he hesitantly wrapped one hand around her waist. Before Sirius could convince himself otherwise, he was responding to her.

“You’re right,” He rasped. “Bloody Filch. How am I gonna treat my girl?” At this point their noses were brushing against each other, lips mere inches apart.

“Mm, I have a few ideas,” Without another word, Y/N connected their lips. Her right hand weaved itself through his black hair and he let out a groan as she tugged on it. His hand had snuck under her robe, traveling up to her bare thigh as it reached the edge of her skirt. As Y/N realized Sirius made no plan to go further, she decided to take initiative. Pulling her lips away, she inched closer once again, lightly biting his bottom lip. Sirius gasped and she stuck her tongue into his mouth. Sirius didn’t even try to fight for any form of dominance as her tongue explored his mouth. All he could focus on was the way her hand was clutching his shoulder so tightly and the noises she was letting out against him. She moved her hand from his neck down his chest, and slowly (so slowly that Sirius wondered if he might’ve imagined it) she let her fingers barely brush past his crotch. But Sirius was sure he wasn’t imagining the way he was hardening underneath her. He quickly brought his hand to her neck, pulling her back and effectively disconnecting their lips.

“Wha-” Y/N yelped, as Sirius set her beside him and jumped up from the couch.

“Y/N! I completely forgot, James and I thought of this wicked prank!” Y/N hazily stared at the grinning boy, still trying to pull herself down from the high she had been experiencing.

“Sirius, why don’t you tell me about it with James… you know, later.” She had a pout on her face, but Sirius laughed ignoring it.

“Yes, let’s go right now. I’m pretty sure him and Peter are headed to the library after class.” He grabbed her hand but she halted his movements, causing him to look back at her with a confused expression.

“There’s still an hour before classes end. We can’t go back right now.”

“Oh it’ll be fine, we can just go to the last of our classes,” Sirius began to walk, but was stopped once again by a quiet voice.

“That’s alright. You should, um, go back to class. I think I’m going to head up to my dorm.” Sirius cringed at the way Y/N’s voice cracked at the end of her sentence, but he made no effort to show her he noticed. He nodded, his shit-eating grin unwavering. As she quietly went up the stairs Sirius sat back down on the couch, dropping his head into his hands.

Upstairs, Y/N wiped her unwanted tears as she sat down on her bed. Sirius and Y/N had been together for nearly a month, which may not have been very long, but they had been pining after each other for a year and for even longer subconsciously. She was more than ready to go farther than just kissing with Sirius, but he seemed to be on a completely different page. Of course, Y/N didn’t mind that the guy she felt so deeply for wasn’t ready to go farther. In fact, she wanted him to feel more than comfortable when they did get there. What bothered her was that it was Sirius that she felt deeply for. Sirius Orion Black, the infamous lady’s man. He had slept with so many girls at Hogwarts that he had lost track (no really, he tried to keep a list when he had first lost his virginity). The same Sirius Black that had told Y/N that it was childish of her to not talk about sex with him because it was “completely natural and something friends talk about” when they were fourteen, was now making no move to do anything of the sorts. How was she not supposed to feel insecure when he had been thinking of James Potter while making out with her? What the fuck.

Despite her insecurities and, frankly, her sexual frustration, Y/N had put her qualms aside by the next day. If Sirius wasn’t willing to have sex yet, that was completely his decision and she had to respect that. So, she sauntered into one of the classes they shared seating herself down next to him and kissing him on the cheek. She playfully winked at James who was glaring at her (he hadn’t quite forgiven the couple for kicking him out of his spot next to his best mate).

“Hey,” Sirius said cautiously. “I didn’t see you at breakfast.”

“I overslept,” Y/N responded honestly. “I missed you though.” She grinned cheekily at the boy in front of her as she rested her arms on the table in front of her, resting her head on top.

Sirius chuckled, scoffing, “Yah? You saw me yesterday.” He carefully watched her to see her reaction to him referencing the previous afternoon. But when her smile remained intact, he felt himself relax. She wasn’t angry.

“I know. What can I say, you have that effect on me.” Sirius’ smile grew even larger, which Y/N didn’t think was possible but was so glad it was. “We’re still on for tomorrow right?”

“Obviously,” Sirius rolled his eyes, jokingly. “I would never miss a date with my girl.”

“Never? Be careful, Black. That’s a deadly promise.”

As the next day rolled by, Sirius found himself knocking on the young girl’s dorm. The door opened to reveal red hair and a pointed look. Lily stared at the boy in front of her and seemed to be sizing him up.

“Lily?”

“Yes?”

“Um, is Y/N there?”

The red-head narrowed her eyes and carefully said, “she’s just finishing up in the bathroom… So where are you taking my friend, Black?”

“Oh, c’mon, Lily. Don’t act like a stranger,” Sirius scoffed, obviously referring to the pair's very close friendship. Lily, who — though she’d never admit it— knew she was being a tad bit dramatic, kept her face stoic as she replied.

“Well, when you date my best friend, this is the Lily you have to deal with. You chose this, Black.”

“If it means I get to date the girl of my dreams, I’d say it's an easy price to pay,” Sirius cheesily spoke, but the look on his face was genuine enough to elicit a positive reaction from his red headed friend.

“Good answer, Black. You’re welcome to come in,” Lily smiled, rolling her eyes.

“Why, thank you. That’s very thoughtful of you, Potter.” Howling with laughter, Sirius dodged the pillow Lily harshly chucked at him from her bed (“I will never be a Potter!”). Sirius placed himself on Y/N’s tidied up bed and found himself smiling at her corner. He had been here multiple times before, but something felt so different now. Suddenly the muggle nightlight she kept between the corner of her bed and her night stand made his heart beat faster. And now getting to see the moving pictures of her friends and her lining her walls was a reminder of how lucky he was to be accepted into her life. And the poster of some famous wizard made his stomach turn with jealousy. Every mundane thing about her side of the room, had him spiraling out of control.

“You didn’t have to meet me here, I could’ve just come to the common room,” Y/N’s voice pulled him out of his head and he shot up taking her in. She had a short white dress adorning her body and a carnation pink cardigan in her hand. Her hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, defining her cheekbones that carried a light blush. She looked gorgeous. She was gorgeous.

“Thought I’d pick you up from your door like in those muggle movies you like.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not exclusively a muggle thing, but still very thoughtful, nonetheless,” Y/N mused, leaning up to kiss her boyfriend.

“Yes, please pretend I’m not here.” Laughing, Y/N pulled back from Sirius. Apologizing to Lily, the couple left hand in hand.

“Alright, babe, what’s the plan for today?” Sirius inquired, his hand quickly wrapping around Y/N’s shoulders pulling her closer.

“Right, so since we still have class tomorrow, I know we can’t go anywhere, really. But I wanna show you something special. ”

“Ooo, somewhere special you say? Now tell me, where can my precious Y/N be taking me?”

“You’ll just have to see,” Y/N winked up at the boy.

Y/N’s destination had been the herbology greenhouse, which had sparked a lot of questions from Sirius. She explained that she had asked a professor to let the two of them spend some time there if they promised not to touch any of the plants. At first, Sirius had begged Y/N to let him steal some of the ingredients he needed for an upcoming prank he had planned on Severus, but quickly quieted down when he saw the disappointed look on his girlfriend's face. As he finally started to listen, she began to explain why the two of them were here. The night had ended with the two deciding to sneak some leftover dinner out of the kitchen and eat it in the astronomy tower.

Huddled under James’ invisibility cloak, the teenagers tried to keep their giggles at a minimum.

“Oh, would you stop knocking your head into mine?”

“Me?! You stop!”

Finally, after a lot of hushing and, as a result, even louder laughs, they had made it into the Astronomy tower and were now situated on the floor. The pair ate their dinner in a comfortable silence, each of them reflecting on how they had felt that day. Sirius felt loved. They hadn’t shared the three words yet, but there was no other way to explain it. It felt like he had finally found the light out of the tunnel that he had been running through for the past six years, ever since the Sorting Hat had placed him in the house that bled red and gold. He felt loved, safe, worthy. And that terrified him. Throughout the last six years, all he had heard was that he ruined everything. The taunts came from the only other woman he had ever loved. Yes, it was in a very different way but it was his mother. He loved her and all she had ever done was tell him he didn’t deserve the same in return. But as he looked at Y/N as she silently gazed at the stars in front of her, he knew she would never hurt him like that. She was here to stay. Despite this, he still couldn’t bring himself to do the one thing he was yearning to do.

However, Y/N wasn’t on the same page. She began to move her hand up and down Sirius’s thigh as she rested her head on his shoulder, peering up at him. “Sirius?”

“Hm?” But he never got a reply, instead having her capture his lips in a sloppy manner. She shifted so she was propped back on her elbows and Sirius responded by laying her down further. After a few more moments Sirius could feel that this was once again headed in a direction he had been avoiding. His suspicions were confirmed when Y/N let her fingers play with the hem of his sweater, as if waiting for him to give her some form of permission. As she waited, she brought one of his hands to rest low on her inner thigh, giving him access to move it where he wished. Sirius’ mind was yelling for him to pull away, but as he looked at her laying beneath him he couldn’t help but give into his desires. His hand disappeared under her white dress and pinched at the soft skin of her thigh. Y/N let out a whimper as he began to rub circles in addition to occasionally pulling at the skin. Sirius pulled his lips away at the same time that he moved his hand to rub against her lace underwear. He couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. Y/N had her eyes squeezed shut as she let out quiet moans at the way his fingers were moving against her core. Sirius’ lips trailed down her throat as he considered what was happening. There Y/N was, underneath him, her arousal pooling in his hands, and her breaths showing just how desperately she needed him, and yet he couldn’t go through with what he wanted. Sirius opened his eyes and - somehow surprisingly to Y/N - pulled away, heaving. But Y/N figured if he wasn’t going to respond to her physical hints, she would just use her words.

“We don’t have to stop,” Y/N mumbled, resting her hand on his cheek as she stared into the swirling storm of his eyes.

“No, that’s okay.” Taken aback by his brashness, Y/N let a few minutes pass before she spoke. Everything in her mind was telling her it was a bad idea to voice her concerns, but she had to at least communicate with her fucking boyfriend.

“Sirius?”

“Yes, love,” Sirius was looking out the window, his arms now extended behind him propping him up.

“Why won’t you fuck me?” Sirius’ eyes snapped up to Y/N’s, a look of pure shock on his face. She wanted to run away and never meet his eyes again, but she held her ground. This was normal. Couples talked.

“I- what? I’m not not - I don’t,” Sirius blabbered before he was cut off by Y/N.

“Don’t bother denying it. I mean you’ve been avoiding doing anything past making out, which is fine! I just… i just wanna know why, is all.” Her gaze was stuck on the ground as she whispered the last part.

“I don’t know what to say,” Sirius said, dumbfounded.

“Um, I guess - well, are you uncomfortable? Are you not ready yet?” Y/N’s suggestion was innocent, but all Sirius heard were accusations. Sirius wasn’t necessarily the most mature lad and Y/N implying he was nervous about having sex (one of the things he prided himself on knowing best) seemed like an attack to his pride.

“What? Of course not. I am not the least bit unready.”

“Oh, great then! If you’re worried about me, then you don’t need to be. I’m ready too, Sirius. I really want you.” FUCK. Sirius’ bloody ego had gotten in the way of his only decent excuse as to why he wouldn’t have sex with his own girlfriend. Who was now even closer to Sirius, a welcoming smile on her face.

“N-no. I mean I’m ready but…”

Y/N stared at Sirius unsure of what to do. This was definitely the most awkward moment the two had found themselves in in all the years they had known each other. Staring for a couple more seconds, Y/N leaned closer only to have Sirius lightly push her back.

“Siri-”

“I DON’T WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU, Y/N!” He had uprooted from his spot and was now staring down at the girl, making her feel like an irritating child. She slowly rose up from her spot, tears now brimming her eyes as she looked at Sirius.

“Oh… so it’s me.”

“No.” Upon her eyes looking at him with a little more hope he quickly sputtered out, “I mean, yes. Yes, it’s you.” And just like that, tears were streaming down her face. She quickly ran around the slender boy, invisibility cloak be damned. Sirius’ shouts be damned.

The next morning, Y/N had decided what had to be done. She greeted Lily with a smile as she normally would. She got ready for class as she normally would. And went down to meet up with Remus (who had a tendency to wake up late, just like her) as she normally would.

As the two friends talked casually, Remus didn’t even realize Y/N had sat down next to him in the Great Hall. But everyone else had. Y/N and Sirius had sat next to each other since second year. James claimed one side of Sirius’ while Y/N claimed the other. Even James had at times sat in other spots around the table, whether it was to try (and fail) to charm Lily or to tease Peter and Remus. But Y/N had never sat anywhere but next to Sirius and Sirius next to Y/N.

As the werewolf and witch’s laughter finally died down, they looked up to see the whole table staring at them. It was at that moment that Remus noticed the empty spot to the left of the boy across from him. His eyes shifted back to the girl next to him, watching as she quietly ate her food.

“So, Y/N,” James began, a questioning look in his brown eyes. “Don’t wanna sit next to your boyfriend today?”

Sirius’ eyes were already trained on Y/N and the solemn look on his face couldn’t be missed. Her eyes met his for a fraction of a second before turning to James, a polite smile on her face as she replied.

“Don’t have a boyfriend to sit next to,” She deadpanned. The clash of a fork was heard and now everyone, but the one person he wished was, was staring at Sirius. Unbeknownst to Y/N his eyes had gathered tears and he was looking at her as if his world had turned dark. Which it had. Her words had extinguished any form of light and now he was just wandering blind. He quickly shot up from his seat, looking frantically at the faces around him before running out of the Great Hall, ignoring his friend’s requests to slow down.

“What the fuck was that, Y/N?” Y/N had expected James to be the one to shout at her, even Remus maybe. But when she recognized the voice as that of Lily’s her eyes shot up and she furrowed her brows. Had she really messed up? It might’ve been dramatic, but she didn’t think it was uncalled for. He didn’t want to be with her, she was cutting him loose. But the way Lily was staring at her, the judging glare she reserved for everyone but Y/N, made her question whether her ploy of embarrassing Sirius was worth it. But she was also upset. Maybe irrationally, but genuinely upset. So she shrugged her shoulders and continued to eat.

The rest of the day had gone by at an alarmingly slow pace. Y/N’s head was pounding the entire day and all she wanted was to crawl into her bed. She hadn’t seen Sirius in any of their classes and Remus had informed her that he hadn’t attended other classes either. She felt guilty at his words, but she didn’t let it show as she told him she didn't really care what Sirius was up to. The worst part of the day was that while everyone seemed to be treating her normally - granted a little cautiously - her best friend had been giving her the cold shoulder. Since when had Lily become a fan of Sirius? The two shared a strong friendship, but she had warned Y/N at the start of her relationship that Black wasn’t the type of guy you trusted with your heart. Of course, at that time she had been referring to the fact that he often only sought out relationships with girls that ended in him receiving a sexual favor. Ah, the irony of it all.

With Lily giving her the silent treatment and her growing headache, Y/N had opted to stay in her dorm for dinner. Instead, she decided to take a short nap to keep her from feeling everything she felt right now.

“Wake up.” The voice that woke Y/N up from her sleep was harsh and belonged to none other than Lily Evans. As Y/N slowly sat up, Lily pointed to the plate of food she had brought her before exiting the room. It wasn’t fair. Sirius probably had all his mates with him consoling him (or rather cheering him on for his new found freedom) and Y/N didn’t even have the one person she was meant to. Sighing, she picked at her food and had a small conversation with Alice who had stopped by for a bit. Y/N could tell she was dying to ask her about the break up, but was refraining. One thing she could definitely go her entire life without dealing with, was the rumors she was bound to hear the next day.

It had been a couple hours since Lily had left the plate with Y/N and Y/N’s ability to sleep had seemed to disappear. Which meant it was just her and her thoughts. She wondered if Sirius was okay. No person, let alone a man like Sirius, would be happy with the way she had ended things with him. She felt stupid for caring about what he felt. He basically said Y/N was sexually repulsive. The boy that fucked anything with legs, had said he didn’t want to sleep with her. The boy that was supposed to make her feel special.

Yet, all she could think about was that her notes wouldn’t be good enough today to give him for the classes he had missed. And she hoped that he had ate a proper lunch because in the last week him and Peter (who had been missing with Sirius at lunch) had been too busy playing stupid pranks to eat proper meals. She also wondered if he had talked to any other girls. She knew plenty of girls, even some of her friends, that had put their plans of seducing Sirius on hold because of her new relationship. Feeling the little bit of food she had managed to consume travel back up, she forced herself off her bed heading to the common room. She had to distract herself.

She noticed her friends in one corner of the room, but when Lily’s cold gaze met hers she looked away and headed to another corner. She was lucky enough to find a few of her other friends to converse with. She hadn’t really put much input in the conversation, but she listened carefully to what her friends said in hopes that their gossip would distract her.

“Y/N.”

Y/N’s eyes trailed up to meet Remus’ soft ones and a sympathetic smile on his face. He nodded his head to the other corner of the room, indicating for her to follow him. She slowly followed him, her nimble fingers playing with the frayed edges of her cardigan.

“First of all, missy,” Started James a mischievous smirk on his face. “You are not allowed to just sit away from us. Even if some of us are being unnecessarily harsh.” Y/N’s eyes widened slightly as she realized he was referring to Lily. His Lily. But in that moment she was too grateful to worry, especially when he lovingly wrapped his arms around her shoulder letting her rest her head on his chest. She mumbled an apology and wrapped her arms around the torso of the boy that had treated her just like a sister since first year.

“‘s no problem, bug. Just don’t make the same mistake twice.” She nodded her head, falling back asleep within minutes. When she woke up, James wasn’t holding her anymore and instead she was wrapped in a soft cashmere blanket on the same loveseat. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, but when they did she had the breath knocked out of her. Across from her, on a slightly longer sofa, was the boy that had just been in her dreams. Sirius looked different from in her dreams, he appeared troubled even in his sleep. But beautiful nonetheless.

Y/N quietly walked over to where he was laying, crouching next to him. She knew it was wrong but all she wanted was to feel his skin under the tips of her finger. She carefully moved the hair that had matted to his forehead behind his ear. She didn’t miss the way he was sweating and the smell of fire whiskey that left his open mouth. But she stayed right there next to him, tracing her fingers lightly across his cheek. Y/n wished she could freeze time right there. Because this way, he wasn’t bothered by her and she could have him right by her side.

“You lost the right to touch me when you broke up with me,” Sirius’ rigid voice startled Y/N and she quickly pulled her hand back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were up. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have,” her words left her mouth in a rush. Hastily, she began to head for the stairs but Sirius caught her wrist before she could leave.

“Don’t go. Please.” The vulnerability in Sirius’ voice was enough to make her turn around. He was still laying on the sofa and he made no effort to explain himself. He just looked straight into her eyes, the fireplace casting shadows across his face. Her wrist was itching from his touch and her eyes burning from his stare. She swallowed her nerves and sat at the end of the sofa, releasing herself from his grip.

“I shouldn’t have been so childish this morning,” Y/N murmured, her eyes looking straight at the fireplace. She shifted her gaze to look at him knowing she had to do this. “I’m sorry for the way I ended things, I should’ve done it in a more mature way.”

“You shouldn’t have done it at all.” Y/N would’ve scoffed if it wasn’t for the fact that Sirius looked like he was one wrong move away from falling apart.

“That isn’t fair, Sirius,” Her voice rose slightly, but she recognized that the common room wasn’t the right place for her to unleash all her emotions. “You can’t expect me to stick around when you don’t even want me.”

Sirius simply sighed, using his arms to get up and bringing his knees to his chest. “You’re crazy stupid, love.”

Y/N was ablaze with anger now and was about to get up before deciding against it. She was going to speak her mind, no running away from this.

“Yah, I’m so crazy for not wanting to be in a relationship where the guy I love doesn’t even want to have sex with me.” She was so angry she didn’t even realize what she had said.

“I love you too,” The raven haired boy replied, breathlessly.

“What?”

“You said you love me. Do you mean it?” Y/N cursed under her breath before looking at her lap as tears began to fall from her eyes.

“Yes, Sirius. I love you,” The tears were falling harder now but she persisted. “But don’t lie to me. If you don’t love me, that’s okay. But stop pretending you do,” she was sobbing now. Her whole body was racking with sobs as she brought her hands up to cover her face. The long forgotten headache was slowly creeping back into her head and all she wanted was for it all to stop. But apparently the universe had other plans for her, because she was now being wrapped into the arms of the one person she wanted to get the farthest away from but also impossibly close to.

“I would never lie to you,” Sirius began, rubbing the young girls back. “Especially not about this. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I love you so much, Y/N. I don’t think you could ever understand how much I need you.”

The young girl didn’t respond, instead just letting her heart pour itself out in the arms of the boy who was squeezing it. Eventually, she pulled back from Sirius. He felt cold. Despite the fire that was lit right next to them, he felt so cold without the contact of her body.

“How,” she sniffled. “How can you love me but say what you said last night? Do you think I’m unattractive? Or is it something I do?” Sirius had never seen the girl so unsure of herself. She almost always exuded confidence. Authentic confidence. He couldn’t believe that the girl he was meant to make feel secure, was doubting herself because of him.

“Listen to me, Y/N. You are the sexiest girl I have ever seen. And that’s not just some bullshit I’m spewing to make you feel better. No, I mean you are literally the sexiest girl in all of Hogwarts and I am yet to find someone more attractive than you in any other place I’ve spent time. I’m pretty sure it’s impossible. You’re so fucking hot that - Merlin, this is embarassing - in fourth year I had my first wet dream about you.” At this the girl in front of him couldn’t contain the chortle that left her throat.

“What?”

“I know, it’s so fucking embarassing. I never told you because I thought if I expressed how attractive I thought you were it would ruin our friendship.”

“Oh,” sensing the forlorn feelings creeping back into her mind, Sirius continued.

“But you’re also beautiful. Like heaven and the stars above on earth, ethereally beautiful. Do you remember last year, when you, Lily, me and the boys went to that muggle ball over summer holiday. The one Lily took us to? I, um, actually one moment,” Sirius without another explanation ran up the stairs. However, within seconds he ran back down a book in his hand. “You can’t tell anyone but I have a journal-”

“You have a diary?

“A journal.”

“I like when guys write in diaries.”

“It’s a diary, actually,” Sirius smirked when he saw a bigger smile spread across her face. He wouldn’t stop till he got one that met her eyes. “Well, this is my diary from fifth year. On the day we went to the ball, I wrote quite a lengthy entry - I’m sure you remember a lot happened that night. But, I wrote this first. I think I might be fucked. I’ve never doubted how attractive Y/N is, but today was different. She looked like an angel. I mean a literal angel. Her dress was gold and it had one of those necklines that makes a v-shape. That’s probably what they’re called actually. But, by Godric, she looked so gorgeous. When she was walking down Lily’s stairs to meet up with the boys and I, I had to pinch myself. I actually pinched myself, because I thought I was at my bloody wedding. A wedding?! Why the fuck did I think I was marrying my best friend? How is it humanly possible to be that beautiful?’”

“A wedding?” Y/N’s eyes were blown wide, as she looked at Sirius with worry.

“Don’t worry, love. We both know I have a tendency to be a bit dramatic We can table the wedding talk for a few years from now,” He winked, and this time he heard the laugh she let out. “What I’m trying to say, Y/N, is that your looks are not even in the question. Neither is anything you're doing. Which by the way can I just ask, how are you so good at that shit?”

Her cheeks flushed and she was glad that it was dim in the room. Ignoring his question she proceeded with one of her own, “Then why, Sirius? If you’re ready and I’m ready and your diary knows that, why don’t you want to sleep with me?”

“I do, more than anything. I don’t know why I didn’t just say that yesterday,” Upon receiving a skeptical look, he continued to explain himself. “I want to be with you in that way and in every way possible, but I don’t want to rush it. Not because I’m nervous, per say, but because that’s what I always do.”

“Baby,” Sirius shifted closer as he heard the endearment leave Y/N’s lips. “I know you're more experienced than me, but that doesn't bother me. I’m not going to think that I’m just another one of your conquests, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“That was one thing I was worried about, but I also just think I need to take it slow for me. I’ve never had a girlfriend before. You had that one git early last year,” He grumbled, eliciting an even louder laugh from you. “But, I’ve never been in anything serious. And I think I need to assure myself that I can build a connection - a romantic one, that is - outside of sex. I’m quite shit at communicating, as we have gathered from recent events. I need to work on stuff like that first I think.”

The y/e/c eyed girl felt her heart swell as the words left his mouth and it took everything in her not to throw herself on top of him.

“Are you upset?” It was Sirius’ turn to basfully face away, as he awaited a response.

“How could I be?” Y/N moved closer to Sirius so that they were both face to face and her hands grabbed his. “I’ve been blessed with the best boyfriend in the world.” Sirius’ ears perked up at her words.

“Boyfriend?”

“If you’ll forgive me? I should’ve tried to understand you better. I shouldn’t have been so rash.”

“Wasn’t only your fault, I definitely had my part to play.”

“Hmm,” She hummed. She pulled at his hand in a way that indicated she wanted to lay down. He pulled her into his chest as she continued. “In that case, we can work on it while building our connection.”

“I like the sound of that,” Sirius nuzzled his chin into her hair, before resting his cheek over her head. “Now, tell me. How was your day without the amazing Sirius Black?”

“Oh, Sirius,” she started, already feeling better that she could vent to him. “It was utter shit. I mean not only did I not have you, Lily was so angry with me. All of the boys were so sweet, but Lily wouldn’t even look at me.”

“Shit.”

“What?”

“Um, I might’ve told only Lily everything I just said to you, this morning. And I might’ve left out my harsh words last night.”

“Sirius!” Y/N tried to hit her fist against his chest, but he caught it easily.

“I’m sorry! The boys wouldn't have understood what I was saying. I’m actually the most sensible of the bunch.”

“Okay, well that just isn’t true. But too bad, Lily’s my best friend, you get the three boys that barely make one brain together and I get the smartest girl in our year. Do you understand?” She sassed, only a little mirth evident in her voice.

“Yes ma'am,” Sirius grumbled.

“Good.”

“You’re wrong by the way,” Sirius spoke, continuing upon seeing Y/N’s confused stare. “You’re the smartest girl in our year.”

She rolled her eyes before replying, “I can’t be the sexiest and the smartest girl.”

“That’s why you’re so amazing, you defy the odds!” At his compliment, the girl simply mumbled for him to shut up and he pulled her closer.

“Y/N, can you say it again?” She didn’t have to ask him what he meant. She knew.

“I love you, Sirius,” She whispered, pressing a kiss against his clothed shoulder. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, darling.”

“I love you.”

#sirius black #sirius black angst #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #marauders fanfiction #maruders x reader #harry potter #young sirius black #ben barnes #sirius black one shot #sirius x reader #sirius black fanfiction

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march52003 · 2 years

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Fan fictions I’ve read and want to keep track of, my hero edition, all on a03, rated out of 10

Prodigal by writerllofllworlds

Izuku gives up all for one after being asked by all might

Graphic depictions of violence

All might bashing, dadzawa, vigilante izuku midorya.

10/10 it makes me cry every time I read it

Puppet master by KrumbkeKitty

Izuku has a puppet quirk, is abused than deals with it in the worst ways possible every chance given.

Major character death, rape/non-con, mentions of suicide

Inko midorya bashing, dadzawa, yamadad , vigilante izuku midorya

8/10 some painfully slow parts but over all a really well written story

Just trying to survive (and learn how to love along the way) by floorplay

Izuku runs away from home after being abused and is taken in by Aizawa and hizashi, they try to get izuku life in order and just want to let the poor child rest

Depictions of violence, genral bad thoughts

Inko midorya bashing, dadzawa, yamadad, they actually adopt him.

7/10 a good story, well written, just kinda forgettable

Me, myself, amd midorya by Blackpensils

Todoroki gets split into todo and roki, two halves of himself, both like midorya, ones just better at showing it, kind of crack fic-ish

Graphic depictions of violence

A/b/o, just kinda odd, possessive todo,roki, todoroki, infighting in class 1A

7/10 interesting concept, fun story, just not my normal cup of tea

Voodoo doll by chickeninthebathtub

An OC has a voodoo doll quirk and main character disease, yandere everyone, it’s set in America, bad stuff happens

Graphic depictions of violence, major character death, rape/non-con, underage, seriously creepy dudes

Yandere everyone, dead dove: do not eat

7/10 good for a creepy read, kinda repetitive at points, stakes are never super high cause she can’t die.

Death is impermanent by TheVoidIsMyHome

Groundhog Day on like the worst day of izuku life, because of course it is.

Major character death, suicide, rape/non-con

Izuku can’t die, inko midorya bashing, dadzawa,

7/10 kinda neat, fun to see him struggle while reliving the day over and over

Striving instead of settling by XysidheQueen

All might tells izuku he can’t be quirkless and a hero at the same time, izuku and everyone he meets help to prove this wrong

Mentions of abuse, mentions of suicide

Dadzawa, yamadad, inko is a queen, all might bashing

7/10 hurt/comfort is always a good read, this one is no exception

Setting a new precedent (series) by ShadeCrawler

Izuku is quirkless and tries his best to get into yuuei, the school board says no, not letting that stop him he finds a loop whole, others help him exploit it

Graphic depictions of violence

Dadzawa, inko bashing, all might bashing,

6/10 standard quirkless midorya overcomes bad thing, still fun to read on occasion

Regenerate fate by jellofello

Dead pool meets izuku, he can’t die but can feel pain, he just doesn’t care about it, aizawa is stressed about it

Graphic depictions of violence, major character death, flippant attitude about living

Dadzawa, yamadad, endeavour bashing, all might bashing kind of

7/10 well written and well put together, just very ooc midorya

Observations by xo_QueenieVee_xo

Yamada notices something with izuku is not quite right and alerts aizawa, they check it out, they find stuff to support their running theories

Mentions of abuse

Dadzawa, yamadad, inko midorya bashing, they actually adopt him

7/10 a good read, well written, well paced, just has hidden in plane sight vibes

All For One (None For Any) series by ShadeCrawler

Aizawa is a possessive bastard and takes in people he deems His, of course hating everyone else.

Yandere behaviours, possessive thinking, minor violence, mentions of emotional abuse

Dadzawa, inko midorya bashing, all might bashing, slow moving

10/10, each line is well written, it blends smoothly and I’m left waiting desperately for the next update.

I take recommendations if you want me to read your fic, I will read anything.

#my hero acedamia #fanfic #my hero academy fanfiction #my opinion #idk man #lots of love to the writers #more will be added

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I want Shouto taken away from the Todoroki family plot. They don't need him to save Dabi, Endeavour can do that or Natsuo. Let Shouto have his own storyline where he can actually be the hero instead of being Dabi's punching bag of Endeavour's mouth piece. I do want Dabi to get saved and want him to redeem himself but I just hate how horribly Shouto is being treated in all of this, by that I meant the writing.

I both agree and disagree with this. I share the sentiment that Shouto’s being done dirty by the whole golden child set up he has going on. The Todofam basically propped him on a pedestal because he’s such “a good hero” and they’re entrusting all the responsibility of their actions onto him, which just isn’t good writing imho. I know this is a shounen manga where the protagonists are the kids and that out of all of them Shouto is the main character. But still, the framing of that scene was off because there was never an acknowledgement from either Rei or Enji about how they failed all their children, not just Touya, and that includes Shouto too. Shouto could’ve easily become a Touya 2.0 (by his own admission, too), if he just hadn’t made friends in school that saved him from his self-destructive hatred. Yet Enji and Rei refuse to acknowledge that Touya is still hurting as a result of their indifference and that Shouto’s being asked to grow up too soon to fill in their shoes as the rescuer of the family when it shouldn’t be his job to show accountability in his abusive father’s stead.

At the same time, though, I disagree. Taking Shouto away from the family plot is detrimental to Shouto’s character imho. He can’t just... have a separate storyline because that just further underlines how he’s a stranger to his own family. While I do agree that he should’ve been allowed to gain his indipendence from his father’s shadow, and given space to heal on his own terms, I feel like... letting Touya be handled by someone else while Shouto washes his hands of it kinda negates the traits his character’s been centered around, which are his personal sense of justice that’s often at odds with the system’s, and his great compassion. It just doesn’t work to take him away from this narrative, when the thing Shouto would do in this situation is saving Touya even if he was completely alone in the world at that. The previous arcs (Hosu and Kamino) have been building up towards this. If he just suddenly trusted the system to handle this correctly without him, it would feel ooc to me.

#ali replies #bnha #bnha spoilers #todofamily #Anonymous

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demonofthechili · 3 years

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May I please request h/c’s for bill and ted with an artist s/o please?❤️💞💕thank you so much dude!! *air guitar

Bill & Ted With An Artist S/O Would Include...

A/N: Of course you can! Is this poly?? Yes. Can you stop me?? No. Was this fun?? Absolutely. I hope this isn't ooc since it's my first Bill & Ted thing! Party on, dude! *air guitar*

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The first time they saw you, you were sat in the nearby park drawing in your sketchpad. They definitely thought you were hot as far as babes went. They walked behind you to sneak a glance at what you were doodling, and this is when they basically fell in love with your talent.

Their idea of getting to know you was getting you to draw them. At first you disagreed, though eventually caved in.

"Okay, guys. Fine. I'll draw you."

"Excellent!" air guitar + sweet riff.

They kept their portraits, proudly hanging them on their bedroom walls beside their AC/DC and Van Halen posters.

To be honest, any art you give them gets added onto their walls.

COMPLIMENTS, COMPLIMENTS, COMPLIMENTS.

"You're the most creative of babes."

"This is the most triumphant of artistic endeavours."

"Excellent!"

Air guitars!! Air guitars count as a compliment because they do it whenever you gift them anything.

Let's get into specifics about the boys.

Ted absolutely adores sitting next to you, perching over your shoulder and watching you. It's mesmerising to him, his dorky grin wide on his face as he nods along to each line you draw or paint.

When you look at him, he nods more enthusiastically, his grin only growing. You don't have the heart to tell him he's distracting, so let it be.

Eventually he'll hold you from behind, you sat between his legs, and he'll watch. Or sleep on your shoulder. Or get bored and drag you to meet Bill somewhere.

This guy can't get enough of your scenery paintings and drawings. He absolutely finds it peaceful.

Now, Bill on the other hand??

Bill is more of a portrait kinda guy. Whether it's him, yourself, or Ted doesn't matter. He will push for a portrait of you, so he can have you around him more.

He 100% tries to take your art tools and replicate what you can do. Obviously, he has no idea what he's doing. Obviously, he knows this. Obviously, he doesn't expect you to see through him.

His plan to solve this?

"Hey, Ted, we should go find Da Vinki!"

"Yeah!" Pause. "Why?"

"So we can learn to paint and impress (Y/N) with our totally heinous artist skills!"

"Oh yeah!" air guitar.

He means well, but he is so much more distracting than Ted. He'll actually put his chin on your shoulder, play music loud, try to play his guitar to impress you, or just bounce on the bed/couch/wherever you are.

He absolutely admires your skill, but the time it takes frustrates him!

Together, they're a lot more manageable. Not by much, though.

"Hey, babe, draw us fighting!" followed by Bill trying to lightsaber duel Ted with a leftover Christmas paper tube.

Requests. Constantly.

THE BOYS OFFERING TO TAKE YOU TO SEE FAMOUS ARTISTS THROUGHOUT HISTORY.

Or, y'know, bring them back to see you.

Surprising you with legitimate, authentic art pieces from Picasso, Da Vinci, Dalí, and more for your birthday, Christmas, or honestly whenever they want to surprise you.

The Boys fight about who hands it to you, because the idea that you'd thank them both for it doesn't cross their minds.

Suddenly, they excel in art class and EVERYONE is shook.

"See ya later, (art medium most used) babe!"

Now, let me leave you with this:

"Hey, so, your art is totally excellent. Could you, maybe, draw a Wyld Stallyns thing for us? It'd be most triumphant."

"Yeah, most triumphant!"

#Asks - answered #Bill & Ted x reader #Bill & Ted.#ted logan #ted theodore logan #bill s. preston esq.#bill s preston esquire #Bill & Ted hcs #Bill & Ted headcanons.#bellaxp #HERE YA GO #I loved writing this!

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seiyasabi · 4 years

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Emerald Deceit

(This is a Yandere Kakyoin x Female Reader story!! I’m sorry if this is too OOC!

TW: !noncon!, !not canon!, delusional themes, mind/body control, oral (female receiving), breeding, kinda angst, creampie, etc..

Please don’t proceed if any of these themes are triggering!)

You were considered one of the popular kids in school. After all, your warm personality was very attractive. No matter who you spoke with, you always made them feel special.

Maybe, that’s what immediately drew Kakyoin in.

You were the only one who noticed he was missing, and once he returned from his trip to Egypt, you confronted him.

“Kakyoin, are you okay? You were gone for so long that I became worried.” The sincerity in your eyes warmed his heart. You, (Full name), were worried about him?!

“O-oh, yes. I’m fine, thank you for asking. I had some family issues, but they’re now resolved.” After that day, the two of you became friends. You tried your best to include him in your get togethers, which helped him grow out of his shell.

Not long after that, he became popular as well. Kakyoin was now known as the ‘shy popular kid.’ Many girls found him attractive, which was quite a shock. He didn’t know how to interact with them, so he enlisted the help of a certain French man.

Unfortunately, the red haired man was tricked into revealing his crush; you. Polnareff was practically vibrating with glee when he gave the younger man advice.

You showed Kakyoin attention, so you must like him.

But, you were playing hard-to-get.

The broad, white haired man made the mistake of giving him the advice of ‘stealing you away.’ Of course, he was speaking metaphorically, but the lavender eyed man took him seriously. He worked on his plan for weeks, making sure every detail was accounted for.

By this point, your class had graduated secondary school, making it easy for the red haired male to move out on his own (afterall, Joseph Joestar was happy to help him with his endeavours). He then enrolled into the same college as you, making the both of you grow closer than before. You now called him by his first name, Noriaki, and hung out with him by yourself.

This clearly means you like him too, right?

So, one day while the two of you were at his flat, he took it upon himself to confess his feelings.

You were currently kicking Noriaki’s ass at Donkey Kong, much to his amusement.

“Haha, look at that! I’m a Donkey Kong master!” While seated, you did a small happy dance, and shove at his shoulder good-naturedly. Your ethereal smile seems to light up the room, bringing a light blush to his seemingly emotionless face.

“So it seems,” He fiddles with his controller, “I thought my high score was impressive, but it seems I just suck at this game.” What was meant to sound like a joke landed flat, and a look of concern takes over your face.

“Oh no, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings! How about I show you some hacks?” You squeeze his shoulder comfortingly, causing a small smile to grace his handsome face.

“It’s alright, (First name), my feelings aren’t too hurt,” You let out a sigh of relief, “But, I would like to take up your offer.”

The two of you play for a few more hours, until you take a break. Noriaki heads to his kitchen to grab a snack, and brings out a bowl of cherries, along with two cups of water. The tall man sets the snack and beverages on the coffee table, before turning to look at you.

“(First name), I wish to tell you something.” You tilt your head in confusion, but nod your head, prompting him to continue. He takes a deep breath, willing himself to continue, “I… I like you. I like you a lot. I know we’ve only known each other for a few years, but I would like to go out with you.” This came to you as a shock. Noriaki likes you? Since when?!

“Well, um, this is surprising,” You saw his expression fall, and you scramble to finish what you were trying to say, “I’m not saying this is bad! You’re very handsome, and you’re a very good person, but I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship right now. I want to focus on school and my career for now, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t like you! I’d be happy to go out with you, it’s just, right now isn’t the right time.” What you said was true. You did like him, and he could tell by your solemn expression.

The lavender eyed man reaches an awkward hand out to place on your arm, a happy smile on his lips.

“That’s alright!” Your body visibly relaxes, “But, you don’t have to worry about that. If you’re with me, you don’t have to work at all. I’ll be more than happy to support you. Afterall, once I become a surgeon, we’ll be well off.” That statement triggers a feeling of fear inside you, but you keep a calm facade.

“I see, but I wish to pursue my dream, Kakyoin. If you wish to have a stay at home wife, you need to look elsewhere.” The air in the room changes, as the red haired man seems to become angry. His grip on your arm tightens, making you whimper in pain, “I’m sorry, but I wish to leave. You’re scaring me-” You suddenly couldn’t move or speak. It felt as if you didn’t have control of your own body. The look of innocent fear and confusion on your face sent an unknown feeling towards Noriaki’s cock, solidifying his adoration for you. No one else has made him feel this way, which makes you special.

The banged man proceeded to hold you in a tight hug.

“(First name), don’t be like that. I know this may be shocking, but I’m still your Noriaki. I’m still the man you love. If you put me above your so-called dream, you’d realise how happy we could be. You and I are perfect for each other; you’re the kind and sweet darling, while I’m the blunt and loyal husband. Doesn’t that sound so much better than (dream job)?” No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t move or speak, but the delusional man took that as a yes.

Without warning, he picks you up and heads to the master bedroom. He then lays you on his large mattress, and hovers above your paralysed frame. Two large hands caress your (skin tone) face as Noriaki looks down at you in fondness.

“Maybe if I show you how much I love you, you’ll realise that you need to be with me.” You scream internally when the scarred man starts to strip you. His caring eyes turn hungry once they see your bare skin, and he couldn’t help but let out an excited gasp, “You’re so beautiful.”

Once you’re completely exposed, he starts to undress as well. Kakyoin’s bulge looks huge in his forest green drawers, making you panic even more.

“I may not be very experienced, but I’ll try my best to make you feel good.” He clumsily bent both of your knees and spread them apart, exposing your pussy. You hear him gulp nervously, before he touches your clit with his pointer finger. Internally, you jolt at his touch, but physically, you remain motionless. Due to you being (unwillingly) compliant, he continues his assault.

Noriaki tentatively licks at your unprotected cunt, savouring your taste. His eyes roll back in pure pleasure, this is what he wanted for years.

After a few moments, he starts to eat you out like a man starved. The feeling of his tongue flicking deliciously over and in your pussy feels euphoric, causing a steady flow of arousal to flow onto the sheets below you. Abruptly, the red haired man shoves two fingers inside your tight cunt. If you could speak, you would’ve screamed out in pleasure.

The feeling of being stretched threw you over the edge, your first orgasm of the night ripping through you, which Kakyoin happily licks up.

“I think you’re ready for me, darling.” He uses his slick hand to stroke his painfully hard cock, before he guides it to your slick entrance.

Slowly, he pushes himself inside of you. You can feel every vein and ridge of his fat prick, as he fills you almost painfully. He’s thicker than he is long, but it feels amazing.

Once he bottoms out, he waits. Noriaki doesn’t want this to hurt, after all, this was supposed to be a new beginning for the both of you.

Though, you’re making it very hard.

Your tight walls knead his cock perfectly, forcing him to use every ounce of self control he has. But, he doesn’t have to wait for long. Hierophant Green gives him the go-ahead a few moments after he slips inside.

The lavender eyed man fucks into you slowly. His cock gently nudges your g spot with every thrust, making you tighten wonderfully.

“Oh God, you’re perfect for me,” He starts to pick up the pace to a medium speed, “How could you not want to be with me? I want to give you the world, (First name).”

Droplets of, what you think is sweat, drop onto your exposed form. Though, when you look up, you realise Kakyoin is crying.

“I can’t let you leave me! You’re different. You treat me well and I always want to be with you.” He fucks into even faster now, his cock throbbing with his oncoming release.

“But, because you don’t want to be with me, I have to make you stay. If we have a baby, you can’t leave.” That statement makes your heart jump into your throat. He can’t be serious! Is he crazy?

Your mind is screaming ‘no’ over and over again, but he can’t hear you.

Or maybe, he refuses to even hear what you have to say. Because, whatever he’s done to you has effectively halted your words and movements.

Not long after that thought, Noriaki stills. Hot cum floods into your cunt, his cock blocking it from leaving your abused hole.

He bucks into you a few more times, before pulling out. Thick rivulets of his seed pool out of your pussy, which he scoops up, and pushes back inside of you.

By this point, he beckons Hierophant Green out of your body, allowing you to curl into a ball and cry.

All Noriaki could think was that he did this for you. Everything was for you.

But, he couldn’t help but think he ruined his chance with you.

Hopefully, a baby would bring the two of you together.

If not, he didn’t know what to do to make you love him.

#yandere kakyoin #kakyoin noriaki #yandere jjba #kakyoin x reader #hierophant green #yandere kakyoin x reader #tw: noncon

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anakinthetrashking · 4 years

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BnHA One-Shot Fic Recs (pt2)

I AM HERE! With more recs for you! The last post was all about DadMight, such a beautiful genre *wipes tear from eye* This time its DADZAWA! if you happen to follow me, you might know that i really really(really) love Aizawa. a lot. So im going to try to keep this to only 10 recs, but,, well,,,, we’ll see anyway leTS GO

Aches and Pains by Badwolf36 Rating: G Category: Gen ~2700 words Summary: In which Izuku isn't willing to admit how much pain he's in, and Mr. Aizawa is just as much of a softie for his students as he always is. I’m always SO WEAK to stories that deal with the very real consequences of breaking all of your bones. Poor Izuku. I enjoyed the details of how he’s feeling, the way that the reader’s awareness of his pain waxes and wanes along with Izuku’s (temporary distractions can only do so much, A+ for realism there). Also, soft Dadzawa while not mushy-ooc-Aizawa! Conclusion: I love this and also want Aizawa to make me hot cocoa when there’s storms and i cant sleep!! (sidenote, everytime i see this username my brain shorts out bc my old ff.net account was also Badwolf## lol)

My Neighbor Shouta-ro by Hound_of_Heaven Rating: G Category: Gen ~2,700 words Summary: Yamada Hizashi, on Christmas Eve of the year he turns 19, jokingly presents Aizawa Shouta, also 19, with a Totoro kigurumi. Everything that follows after is pure chance. Heeeeeeeeeck this is ADORABLE. I- You guys- this is so pure and so precious and so!! go read it, i died. such fluff.

constrained by my own mind (im not fine) by CamsthiSky (tumblr: @camsthisky ) Rating: G Category: Gen ~1,500 words Summary: Midoriya Izuku is a problem child, and for some reason, Aizawa Shouta cares too much to let him fend for himself when the kid is obviously dealing with something First of all this is written by one of my fav Batfam writers!!! I was so hype when i saw this posted and OF COURSE IT WAS JUST AS WONDERFUL IF NOT MORE SO THAN I EXPECTED!!!! A+++++ in character for both Izuku and Aizawa. Izuku is jumpy and anxious and stressed and i love it. That the way Izuku started out, and while i am eternally happy at how much his life and social reactions have already changed, stuff like that doesnt just disappear in even a year, so I love fics that address that and expound on all the progress that he would have to make behind the scenes. and having Aizawa as the catalyst to begin getting actual help? *chef’s kiss* This checks boxes and then proceeds to cover the page in checkmarks LOL

remember from here on in by aloneintherain (tumblr: @captainkirkk ) Rating: T Category: Gen ~8000 words warning: spoiler heavy from manga chp 215 Summary: Aizawa glances from All Might to Midoriya quickly. It sounds impossible—he’s never heard of a quirk that can be handed down like a family heirloom—but at the same time, it makes perfect sense. Midoriya’s inability to use his quirk at the start of the year. The strange, familial relationship between All Might and Midoriya. The slow malnourishment of All Might’s body, like his power was being siphoned away. “You’re …” Aizawa begins.“I’m All Might’s successor.” Midoriya’s proud but shaky voice rings clearly down the empty corridor. Aizawa finds out about One for All. Awwwwwwww yiiiiiiiissssssssss!!!!! reveal fic!!!! one of my all time fav tropes!!! Plus it expounds on some future theorys/possibilities(Spoilers!!!) and you get some great interactions between Izuku and Shinsou, and plenty of opportunities taken to wear out our already worn out catepillar-sensei. poor guy needs a break but would do anything for these kids. Incredible characterization, great feels!!

Those Hardest to Love Need it Most by DancingintheStorm Rating: T Category: Gen ~8,200 words Summary: Shouta gripped the phone tight enough to make the phone case groan. “So it’s true. Midoriya was Quirkless.”“Until soon before the entrance exam,” Nedzu confirmed. “That’s not relevant now, though, because—““Relevant?” Shouta hissed. “Midoriya is barely functional, socially. He doesn’t trust any adult. He thinks the whole world hates him. He apologizes for everything except breaking the law, and I’m sure I can trace every single one of those things back to his Quirklessness. You call that irrelevant?” Aizawa visits Aldera Junior High and finds out some disturbing truths. Yes. Just. Yes. Righteous anger abounds, local anxiety-child is told for the first time that his life has worth, more at 10 (I LOVE THIS ONEEE)

The Gaunlet and friendships and how memes tie the two together by averypassionateperson Rating: T Category: Gen ~3,500 words Summary: Shinsou walks into his first day in the Hero Course hoping to get politely ignored. He walks out having gotten into a sanctioned fistfight with the entire Bakusquad and a whole lot of new friendships. Also, memes are responsible for most of this. This fic is SOOOOOOOOO much fun. Always sure to bring a smile and honestly all I could want from a fic about Shinsou’s first day in 1A!!!

like light through a window by achievingelysium (tumblr: @queenangst ) Rating: T Category: Gen 1,139 words Summary: The first time Shouta sees what Hagakure looks like, it’s because she’s covered in blood. Coming from one of the best Dadzawa writers around, is a delightfully haunting fic centered on Hagakure!! The Dazawa is of course, spot on, the premise makes your heart ache as it plays out like a movie in your mind. So smooth to read, while so emotionally painful. Ouch. It is a fic with imagery that has stuck in my mind like a plant with deep roots, bc i keep thinking about it despite my too-much-fanfic-reading-adhd-muddled-brain. I feel like i had more to say but tumglr erased the paragraph i had originally written. D: (side note, as i am keeping these posts to 10 fics... this fic came from her series of 30 min fics which you can find here on tumblr ao3 its an absolute goldmine of one-shots, go check it out)

a frozen pond, dark and deep by walking_through_autumn Rating: T Category: Gen ~3,800 words Summary: In the aftermath of Endeavour's battle against High End, Aizawa escorts Todoroki to his home for special leave, and they have a conversation that has been long in the making. (Or: Over two car rides and the mystery known as bubble tea, Aizawa divulges information, Todoroki returns the favour, and trust is built over unexpected similarities.) This fic felt just as quiet as the two characters it surrounds, which was really nice. Even deep emotional grieving can be quiet, since everyone feels things and reacts to things differently. It was a brilliant way to chip away at these character’s walls to let light shine through without creating an earthquake event to destroy the walls completely, you know? and it works off of canon so well. ah yes seeing the process of Aizawa realizing that hes has adopted another child is my fav anyhow i enjoyed it very much!

but still my heart is heavy (with the hate of some other man’s beliefs) by honeyandsunshine Rating: T Category: Gen ~3,500 words Summary: Nemuri jerks a thumb to the side window, presumably the one with the best view of the front gates. When Shouta looks, a small crowd, all of which he can recognize from his class, are gathered around a sleazy looking man with a camera and a microphone. Half their quirks are activated. Bakugou and Todoroki are smoking. From the bushes nearby, a rather enraged stag emerges. As he gets up, Shouta just hopes they haven’t already killed him. Or:Class 1-A defends their own. Aizawa suffers, but looks after them anyways. I love how this doesn’t go the way you expect it to. and how much Aizawa loves and trusts his class full of gremlin heroes. The Dadzawa is so soft, his logic is sound, my heart aches, and i kinda want to cry. really, really, really great you guys

bend, don’t break by heyhamlet (tumblr: @hey-hamlet ) Rating: T Category: Gen ~4,100 words Summary: It started, as it always seemed to, on what was supposed to be a pleasant day. ---A Christmas shopping attempt gone wrong, Aizawa and Midoriya have to survive a strange nightmare quirk, all while trying to work out how to get out of there alive. Aizawa is injured, Midoriya is panicked. It's less a question of what could go wrong, but more what could go right. Another fic that has not left my soul since i read it. Some of it is truly terrifying in a way that I hope never haunts my own nightmares. and honestly isnt that reason enough to read it? While near death experiences bond people together well, nothing beats being trapped with someone in a nightmare that is feeding off of your deepest fears! If Aizawa wasn’t considering adoption before, he certainly is now. Found family before the monster finds you...0.o go read it, its a treat from another top notch writer!

well, thats 10! the next post will probably be misc. bnha one-shots. Enjoy and don’t forget to give the writers your souls love and comments!

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haleigh-sloth · 3 years

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Agree about Deku/Endeavour... like Deku outright called out E back then and didn’t really look up to him as some sort of figure. He criticized him for trying to make Shoto someone he’s not having Shoto’s back. Suddenly boy’s done a 180 where this flaming 🗑 became a “mentor” although he didn’t do THAT much for him, and him saying Shoto is a good person for trying to forgive him? What message does that make for Natsuo and Touya? To any other abuse victim reading the story? It’s frustrating how HK tries so hard to make E look good even making characters ooc to state how much “E changed.” E constantly makes the same mistakes over and over again, but at least with the recent chapters Shoto called him out

The whole Hawks and Deku dynamic frustrates me. Deku strives to save people in need, he wants to be a hero that makes everyone safe. But yet he hasn’t called out Hawks on what he did to Twice? That’s not saving someone, that’s stooping to a “villains” level and murdering crosses the line of good and evil. Bringing up questions of how heroes are different from villains since villains are the supposed murderers here? The fact Deku hasn’t mentioned Twice or anything along those lines to Hawks irritates me. Even AM hasn’t said anything and he’s the former “Symbol of Peace.” It’s like Twice’s death had no impact whatsoever... but I really really hope it’s just HK keeping his cards tight for now so he can discuss it later. But at this point, idk, I’m doubting sometimes :/

These both kinda address the same issues so answering together.

Yes Midoriya’s characterization has just gone haywire for the sake of Endeavor’s “redemption” and Hawks’s potential retconning.

I say potential for Hawks because there is still hope and lots of time for his writing to improve.

But anyway—a lot of characters have been shafted for Endeavor’s sake so….yeah

As for Hawks’s murder….idk man. Yeah a lot of characters have not been shown to struggle with it when they should have by now.

I can understand Midoriya again—he’s stressed and focusing on trying to find the LOV. But to not at least think about it? And for All Might to not think about it or bring it up??? It’s just disappointing.

Twice’s death won’t have an on-screen impact until the LOV is thrown back into the picture. We still need Shigaraki’s reaction to it. Still not sure how we’ll get that since he’s more than likely out of commission rn.

But yes it would be nice if the story wasn’t bending over backwards trying to make Endeavor redeemable. I mean he could have been redeemable without ruining all of the other shit in the story. People would be less upset at his character if he wasn’t being given EVERYTHING and if other characters weren’t being ruined for his sake.

#bnha #bnha asks #anonymous #anti endeavor #boku no hero academia

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sup-hoes-its-me · 4 years

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Wish You Were Here (Bakugo x Reader)

A/N: Bakugo x reader, extreme angsty vibes throughout. Pretty OOC i think. Had “Wish you were here” by neck deep in my mind while i wrote this. I cried, folks. Enjoy. (I headcanon that both Todoroki and Bakugo will do their work studies under Endeavour, btw)

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You could call them friends from the beginning, maybe a bit of anger and resentment bubbled up along the way, but how could it not with someone like Bakugo Katsuki in the mix. She never gave up on him though, knowing he would learn and grow into a better person one day. She waited patiently for the catalyst that would humble the boy, just enjoying the time she had with him each day at a time.

Whether he would admit it or not, he liked her company too. Through all the complaints and angry outbursts, he was always a bit scared that she would be pushed away. Yet time and time again, she forgave him. A few times, people had said to his face that he would never deserve Y/N’s friendship. She was so much better than him, he already knew that. And yeah, maybe he didn’t deserve her. She could be hanging out with someone like Midoriya and be happier than his bitter ass..

As he sat beside her in class, waiting for Aizawa to arrive, he couldn’t help but lose himself in thought.

“Katsuki-kun? You okay?” a soft voice asked. His eyes snapped to the side to see the girl forever on his mind, tapping the pages of their textbook with the end of her pen. Her eyes held curiosity more than any concern. Finding out what Bakugo was thinking about deep in the of his mind was always interesting.

He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I’m fine. You need something?”

“Not really, just wanted to see something other than a frown on your face, “ she chirped happily, making his cheeks turn a bit red from embarrassment. She always said things like that, all the while with her beautiful lips curled into a sweet smile and eyes half shut.

He had to admit, she was cute. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Whatever you want to call it. These feelings were...disgusting, he thought.

“Shut up, Y/N.”

“What?! I’m just saying you look ten times better when you’re smiling than scowling at the table like that.” she laughed, turning in her seat so her legs hung to the side and she faced him. Jokingly, she tapped her pen against his cheek and he sunk into his chair even more, trying to hide the mixture of embarrassment and excitement invading his expression.

“Y/N-chan, quit it. You’re getting on my nerves now.”

She sighed, leaning back into her personal bubble. “Next week we start our Hero Work-Studies! Aren’t you excited?”

He was actually very excited, even if he failed to express it. He was going to train under endeavour, someone who the public admired for his strength and resilience. Bakugo knew he wasn’t the nicest man-Todoroki had enough evidence to show for that...But that didn’t mean he would pass up the opportunity to learn his heroic ways.

“Yeah, who wouldn’t be?”

“I cannot believe Hawks agreed to work with me! Seriously! He’s one of the coolest out there, not to mention he’s so young and relatable to us. I’ve been jealous since Tokoyami-kun started to work with him. Like come on, I’m just as much bird as them.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised agencies waited this long to pick you. You didn’t do too bad at the Sports Festival last year.”

“It’s only because they were waiting to see me completely annihilate the competition this year. They couldn’t see my true potential then, but now everyone will know me!”

His lips lifted into just a sliver of a grin. She was kinda amazing when she got excited and confident. “No one can hold you back, Y/N-chan.”

“When we graduate, we will both be so strong we will have the best hero agencies.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Y/N reached across to his desk once again, grabbing his hands tightly in hers. His eyes slid around the room quickly to see Kirishima and Denki wiggling his eyebrows in his direction. Stupid idiots. For some reason, the redhead had been trying to force them together in a romantic way for the past two years, and others slowly got in on the drama as well. Bakugo cursed at him in his head, glaring intensely for a short moment before turning back to the girl.

“I can’t help but be excited, Katsuki-kun. Being pro heroes has been our dream for as long as I can remember and now it’s finally happening.”

“Well, keep training hard and maybe you’ll get there one day. After all, the number 2 hero has already employed you-everything is gonna be easy after this.” He brushed off her hands and stood from his desk. “Gotta go to the bathroom.”

He didn’t actually have to go, he just wanted to escape that situation. He liked her a lot, and loved talking to her. It was so weird to him, how happy it made him to see her smile, laugh, and succeed at what she wanted. They were living out their dreams together, and it actually made him happy.

The only thing is, sometimes, it got to be too much. Just how much emotion she made him feel. He was frustrated at times, and he didn’t know why. All he knew was that he wanted to be around her all the time. He always wanted her to be by his side. She made life easier for him. He could control his temper, but only around her.

He sighed, slouching against the wall outside the classroom. Aizawa still wasn’t there, so he had some time to relax. Only, he couldn’t because Kirishima waltzed out just to stand right next to him.

“What do you want, hedgehog hair?”

“When you gonna ask out L/N, huh?” he asked abruptly. “I see the way you two make oogly eyes at each other all day and you being a chicken is so frustrating, bro.”

“That’s none of your business, but to answer your question: never. She’s my friend.”

“Come on, I’m just trying to help you out, dude. Seriously, make a move.”

“Definitely not.”

“Bruh…”

“Listen, maybe I do like her, okay? But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to date her. Relationships just seem so irritating.”

Kirishima laughed, throwing his arm around the hothead’s shoulders. “Trust me, when you kiss her for the first time, you’ll regret not asking her out before.” Bakugo threw his arm off his shoulder and scowled, disgusted by his bluntness. Sure, he had thought about kissing Y/N before, but he never really wanted to act on it that strongly. He especially did not like talking about his feelings.

He walked back into the classroom, redhead close behind. Now, he would act like nothing was even discussed. He didn’t need this drama right now. He just wanted to keep Y/N happy, and she was more than happy to be his best friend.

Trying to be anything more with her would be a mistake.

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“We’re not supposed to be out this late, Y/N. Do you want to tarnish your perfect record?” the boy asked as she pulled him up the flights of stairs, their feet slapping against the concrete as they ran. She held his warm hand in her smaller, cold one. It was late when she texted him to meet her at the front door, about 2 in the morning. She was lucky he wasn’t sleeping, but she knew he stayed up most nights on his computer anyway.

She took him to the training grounds and pulled him into the biggest building there. His stomach churned with excitement. He loved to be alone with her, especially at night when her quirk was at full power. Her soft wings, although tucked tight against her back, brushed against him and it sent shivers down his spine. So soft.

When they reached the roof, she pushed open the heavy, creaky metal doors. The moon shone so brightly in the sky right above them, illuminating her face in white light. He stared at her as she walked to the bench at the edge of the roof. She was more beautiful than anything he had ever seen before. Her wings expanded as she walked, the moon making them shimmer and glow like silver.

He took a seat beside her on the bench and followed her eyes which stared deep into the night sky, all the stars and the moon. “Don’t you love it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, to be honest. Just the mood of a winter moon.”

He rolled his eyes. Sometimes she didn’t make sense to him, but that was okay. “Not really.”

“I guess everyone feels differently about things.”

He sighed, leaning back with his arms behind his head and stretched, only to drop them weakly back to his sides. She was so in touch with things he’d never even thought about. She could see the bright side of everything, obviously since she saw the good in someone like him. “I don’t get you sometimes, Y/N. You seem to know everything about me, and you get how I feel, but I have a hard time wrapping my mind around yours.”

She laughed, warm breath clouding in front of her lips. “I can understand your anger, because people genuinely are annoying a lot of the time. But you can’t understand how it feels to be content with what you have. You always want something better, to be stronger or braver than the rest. You can’t comprehend what it’s like to be happy with the best you can do.” Her hand stretched across the bench they sat on, and her fingertips grazed his. Slowly, she slipped her hand under his, relishing in the warmth for as long as he would allow.

His fingers hesitantly wrapped around her hand, holding tightly as if she would take it away from him. Her hands were always so cold, he remarked, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the feeling.

“I’ll never be good enough, Y/N. I can’t settle as third best to Deku, or even Todoroki. It just pisses me off that they are better than me.”

“Maybe you aren’t as strong as them right now, and maybe you will never be,” she hummed, feeling his intense glare shift in her direction. Her lips curled into a smile despite this. “But to me, you’ll never be second best. You’re my number one hero, forever and always.”

His heart skipped a beat at her words.

“I’ve known you for so long, and having seen how you are when you’re vulnerable shows me that you are good. You are a hero no matter what people think. There’s no need to take it out on your classmates because they could never compare in my eyes. You are you, and they are themselves. Everyone can have a piece of the glory in the end, even someone as weak as me.”

“You’re not weak, you know.”

With a shrug, she let out a long sigh, “Not really, but thanks.”

“How can you not see how strong you are? You’re on your way to being the sidekick for Hawks. If anything, you’re better than me. You think so highly of me but shit on yourself.”

“I’m not shitting on myself at all. I’m being realistic. I’m okay with being a background character, Katsuki-kun.”

“Whatever. Just know you aren’t a background character to me. Everyone else, fuck them. Just you and me matter.”

Silence overtook the bitter cold air, only gusts of wind to be heard. She let her head fall to the side, temple pressed gently to his shoulder. He was tense beneath her, but that was expected. He wasn’t cuddly by any means; he didn’t even like hugs...But, she felt safe pressed to his side, hand in hand.

“Do you think we’ll be friends forever?” she asked suddenly.

He glared at her once again, not knowing why she asked such a stupid question. “What do you think?”

“I promise, no matter what, I’ll never leave you. I won’t give up on you.” The confession only made him feel hot. His hands clammed up with sweat, and he worried she would pull her hand away. She didn’t. “Sure, I get along with other people just fine, but if I’m being honest, all I’ll ever need is you.”

“Y/N-”

The girl didn’t stop to let him speak, the words flowing from her mouth without hesitation. There were so many things she had to say, thousands of words she could use to tell him how much she felt for him. “I think we were meant to meet each other. You and I have something special. It was fate that we ended up here.”

“Come on, that’s kinda crazy, don’t you think?” he argued, trying to make this less awkward. He could feel his heart racing, sweat pooling up, and his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. He liked what she was saying, but it was too much for him. He wasn’t into pouring out his feelings like she was. He was confused, honestly, how to express himself without sounding lame.

“I should have probably told you this a long time ago, but I guess now is just as good as any.” Deep breath in, shallow breath out. “I love you. I think I’ve always loved you, but now I know for sure.”

He couldn’t say anything. He could feel her hurt, the pain of rejection radiating off. No words would come out of his mouth, nothing but hot air. How was he supposed to reply? He felt shocked and embarrassed.

Her hand slid out from his grasp and she stood from her spot on the bench, her vibrant wings wrapping protectively around her torso. Her eyes were filled with regret and shame, but the smile never faltered. She never stopped smiling, even in moments like this. He wanted to tell her it was okay to be upset, that he didn’t mind comforting her. It just wasn’t the right time, he convinced himself. She would walk away and he would be alone in this cold..

“I’m sorry. Let’s just forget about this.”

He nodded, not daring to meet her eyes. He couldn’t stand seeing the hurt he caused her. And she walked away.

Maybe he did love her all along. She was the one good thing in his whole life, and maybe he threw that away by not saying anything. He could feel his stomach knotting up and his chest burned with every breath he took. Is this what it felt like to be heartbroken, completely hopeless to the whims of love so deep?

He pressed his face into his rough hands, groaning into them angrily. Why did he do this to himself? Why couldn’t he just be happy for once in his life? Why couldn’t he let something good slip its way into his life. He hated himself for everything. For being stubborn and rude all the time. For hurting the feelings of the only person who really cared about him. For throwing away what they could have had. He was just so fucking scared of these unfamilar emotions, it overwhelmed him.

So he got up, and he ran. He rushed down the metal staircase with such urgency that he almost fell face first down a couple flights. He couldn’t hear her footsteps in the metal stairwell, and it only made him hurry faster.

But she was gone. He missed his chance.

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“Why aren’t you dancing with Y/N?” Kirishima asked, deciding to take a break from dancing with Ashido and other friends to visit the awkward and angry blond pressed against the wall. For some reason, all the third years were practically forced to come to a dance to celebrate the holidays. To Bakugo, well, he thought it was a load of bullshit.

He glared over at his classmate. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just I thought you would come to this thing together. You’re really close.”

“Shit happens.”

Kirishima bit his lip, knowing it wasn’t just that. Something happened between the pair. It was their business only, and he wouldn’t pry (no matter how badly he wanted in on the drama). He couldn’t help but say something after seeing Bakugo standing by the punch bowl for nearly an hour and Y/N playing on her phone at one of the tables instead of having fun. It just didn’t seem right to let them ruin their night.

“Well, you have to fix that shit, bro.”

It was quiet for a second, and the redhead worried he may have struck a nerve somehow.

The blond turned his eyes away from his friend to glance at the girl, who was hunched over a table with her nose in her phone. Earlier, he swore people were sitting with her; they must have left to actually enjoy the dance. Honestly, he felt a bit angry at the others for just leaving her like that, not that he was any better. For a week now, he hadn’t even looked her in the eye.

“You think I should go talk to her?”

“Yeah, probably.”

He didn’t bother saying goodbye, just mumbled a reluctant ‘thanks’ as he shuffled through the dozens of students herded in the center of the gymnasium. Not until he was a few feet in front her table did she notice him staring her down. A small smile perked at the corner of her soft lips, but they both knew it was fake as hell.

“Aren’t you gonna go and have fun or some shit?”

She shrugged, not knowing what to say, “I’m not really feeling the vibe, I guess.” If she were being honest, she just wanted to stay home curled up in her warm bed in the dark. Her chest ached seeing him and hearing his voice. They were friends after all; she really shouldn’t feel like this. It was her fault for confessing her feelings to someone so stubborn and distant.

He shuffled nervously, his hands now tucked deep in his pants pockets. His cheeks threatened to betray him once again and stain red, but thankfully it was too dark for anyone to notice. When did he get all shy like this? It was honestly pathetic. This was 100 percent Deku behavior, and he did not approve.

“You wanna ditch this loser-fest with me?”

Should she? Her heart was still healing, but the temptation was too strong. Damn, even after only a week, she missed him so much. With a soft nod, she stood up from the creaky metal chair. The sidedoor thankfully wasn’t guarded by teachers keeping them from leaving so they snuck outside quietly. Immediately, both of them felt relieved to be away from the energy in there. Sweaty teenagers dancing, loud, shitty music blasting, and annoying flashing lights left behind them.

“Where do you want to go? It’s your choice.”

“Let’s just go to our normal place.”

The walk was silent once again as they made their way to the tall building where everything went down just a week ago. It was still cold, and when they got to the rooftop, the cold wind stung against her exposed skin. Her wings were quick to encase her in their warmth.

She brushed off the bench and took a seat on the far right side. He slouched onto the left side, keeping his head hung as to avoid her gaze. He was still so afraid, no matter what happened. She was clearly upset with him, and it filled him with so much guilt and regret. For a moment, he dared to look at her. Her eyes were trained on the sky, staring off into the stars and moon like always.

“You know, it’s been a little hard to smile lately.” Her words crashed into him.

“I…” Bakugo started but couldn’t think of the right words. “Yeah, I know.”

“I really thought you felt the same way. Maybe that just sounds naive of me, but what you and I had was special. Everyone said so, and I just got a little too confident, I guess,” she confessed with a soft, empty laugh. “My mom kept telling me that you would ask me out, and that we would grow up to be super strong heroes together. She always said, ever since middle school that we were gonna get married. It’s so, so stupid, I know.”

“Y/N, I’m just a fucking coward. That’s the whole reason we are in this mess.”

He met her eyes, ones filled with surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, that everything you said was right. That we are meant to be together or whatever sappy stuff you said. I’ve been so depressed since that night, and I’m so mad at myself for acting so stupid,” he muttered angrily, fists clenching over and over in his lap. “I think I do love you. I’m not sure how it’s supposed to feel but I just want to be with you. I don’t want you ever leaving my side.”

“You’re not just saying that to be nice?”

“When have I ever been nice?”

She laughed, scooting over to sit right beside him. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, and it made him feel more comfortable then he’d felt in a while. Looking down at her, his eyes trailed onto her lips which were just barely agape. They looked sweet, so soft and plump and beautiful.

When she noticed him staring, she knew what he was thinking. Without warning, Y/N tilted her head up to press her lips softly against his. Her hands rose to rest on both sides of his face gently, just enough to pull him in even closer. Her lips moved so slowly against his lips; it was agonizing. He wanted more and more, to pull her close to his lips and devour her. It was only one kiss, but he knew he was addicted already.

His first kiss. Kirishima was right. How did he go so long without her lips on his?

She pulled away just enough to so she could speak, noses touching and foreheads pressed together. “I love you, Katsuki.”

“I think I might love you more.”

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“Something happened to Hawks. We have to go now.”

At first, Bakugo didn’t even connect Hawks to his girlfriend, who was working under his guidance the past year. As they rushed into the district under attack, the adrenaline of the fight made him feel high. He loved this. Being a real hero, saving people and having people look to him as if he were amazing. His quirk was quite flashy and people enjoyed seeing him work.

The street was in complete and utter disarray. People were hiding in what buildings they could, quivering from the rogue villain storming through the streets. Hawks couldn’t keep up. No matter how great he was, it could be hard and nearly impossible to battle in close combat. His wings ran thin as well.

So it was time for backup.

Todoroki ran a few yards ahead of him, eyes focused and calm. He was different from the rest of them. He was almost noble. His morals were strict, and he never seemed to lose his cool. As much as it pained Bakugo to say it, Todoroki deserved one of the top spots, maybe even higher than him.

It wasn’t until they turned a corner that the mood changed. The icy hot hero faltered, falling back a couple feet to stumble into his teammate.

“What the hell-”

“Bakugo, stop. Don’t go any further.” He held a firm hand to Bakugo’s shoulder, but his attempts were futile. Bakugo wouldn’t let anyone hold him back.

“Idiot, there’s no time to fuck around. Let me through.” As his eyes peered over Todoroki’s shoulder at the street ahead, he caught sight of a featherless wing that had been torn to shreds poking out from the rubble. Silver and grey feathers littered the entire street. His breath hitched in his throat. He didn’t know for sure what it was under those rocks, could just be a bird, right? Just some random fucking bird. That’s all.

It couldn’t be.

“Bakugo-”

The blond pushed past him, stumbling over his own feet as he recklessly ran through the rocks. It only got worse when he saw blood splattered across the pavement. It was getting more and more obvious what had happened here, but he denied it over and over in his head. There was no way it was her. She was strong, her mentor was even stronger, one of the very best. There’s no way he would have let something happen to his prodigy.

But just behind the rocks laid her body. Blood seeped heavily from the back of her head, and her hair was matted with the thick liquid which had dried to a deep brown. Her wings were sparse, if even there, only a dozen or so feathers on each side, blood coating them as well.

“No, no, no.”

He fell to his knees beside her body. Her eyes stared up at him, empty and lifeless; they were so cold like something out of a nightmare. When he reached down to lift her body up from the ground, he shivered at the lack of warmth from her skin. He propped her up on his knees, one arm supporting her back and neck. His other hand slid across her face, smearing blood on her cheek.

“Y/N? You better wake the fuck up,” he whimpered, shaking her body as if that would somehow help. “Wake up, baby, please get up. Stop, god, please stop being stupid”

Todoroki approached him from behind, sitting next to him on the bloody ground. His eyes stared at the cold body, haunted by the face of his friend, someone he grew up beside these 3 years, limp and dead. He looked over to Bakugo, who he knew to be attached at the hip with the girl for who knows long. He had never seen the boy cry, but he sensed the tears starting to boil over.

Hopelessly, he continued to shake her softly. “Y/N-chan, please. Please wake up. God, please wake up. I can’t do this without you. Please, please, please.” His desperate begs fell on deaf ears though. No amount of pleading could change her fate, and both of them knew that.

“Let’s bring her body to the medics, okay? Maybe they can help,” Todoroki soothed, placing a gentle hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. He knew it was useless. She was dead, but the thought of her maybe having a chance made it easier for Bakugo. The blond could only nod, still staring down at his lover through clouded, teary eyes. He lifted her into his arms, cradling her head to his chest.

Bakugo couldn’t stop crying. He just sobbed, continuing to quietly beg the girl to wake up, cursing and choking on his grief.

Todoroki knew they might be scolded later by his father for not helping in the battle, but this was one of the rare cases they could put aside being heroes and let someone else take over. The grief was too heavy of a burden to fight anyway.

She was gone, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

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Bakugo was different after the accident, maybe even worse than before in a way. He didn’t yell at nearly as many people anymore, usually staying silent even if someone offended him. He was fond of walking away now, from anything and everything that pissed him off. It was like he didn’t have the energy to fight back anymore.

It was depressing to those who noticed the little things he often did. Shinsou, who recently joined the hero course, sat in the seat beside Bakugo, where Y/N used to sit. Everytime he thought of something funny to say, a joke to crack about Midoriya or something in their lesson, he looked to the side for Y/N. Every time though, he met with the unamused, dark circles of the boy. His cheeky smile would fall into a deep grimace every time.

He looked for her when he was upset, not knowing how to channel his negative emotions anymore. He yearned to sit in her dorm at night and hug her until he fell asleep. He looked for her in the hallways and every crowd he passed, just praying that miraculously she was alive again, that this was all some sick dream.

It hurt to be reminded time and time again that she was gone. Y/N was never coming back, the words echoed in his mind every day. She was dead, brutally died at the hands of a villain, He could picture her body, disfigured and lying in the street, blood soaking the pavement. He never got to say goodbye either.

Her mentor apologized time and time again to her family and her friends, guilt heavy on his back. He never imagined her, someone so strong and powerful to die, especially under his supervision. Hawks would never take another student as his apprentice, he couldn’t, not for a long time.

Nowadays, the class almost felt like they missed his hotheaded nature. He was just depressing now, and it killed the mood. Y/N was the only one who could make him smile.

He walked down the hall alone, heading back to the dorms once again after a long day of feeling sick to his stomach with a massive headache pulsing in his temples. Footsteps caught up to speed with him, and he peeked over his shoulder to see Midoriya, followed by his precious little girlfriend.

A sour taste filled Bakugo’s mouth. He could tolerate the others. Todoroki, Denki, Kirishima. But he really didn’t want to talk to these two. Anyone but them.

“Bakugo, wait up!” Deku called, not that the blond listened. He kept walking, trying not to explode on the guy. Couldn’t they tell that he just wanted to be alone? “We have to talk to you, just wait and listen.”

“What do you want?”

“Bakugo, are you okay?” Uraraka asked softly, and he grit his teeth.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” Deku argued, grabbing Bakugo’s forearm after catching up. Angrily, he yanked his arm away from the boy, and took a few steps away from the pair, glaring at them as if a single look could drive them away. “Listen, we know how you are feeling. We all miss L/N. She was a great friend.”

That was the tipping point for him. How could they compare their pain to his? It pissed him off.

“Oh, fuck you. Fuck you both, really.”

“Stop acting like you’re the only one hurt by this. I grew up with Y/N, too. If you have to mourn, let other people do it with you. It makes it easier.”

“You know as well as I do that you didn’t care about her as much as me. None of you knew her like I did,” he muttered, trying his best not to let the tears fall again, or the stutter in his voice to reveal itself. He wasn’t weak. He was fucking mourning. “Think of it like this, okay? What if someone were to kill Uraraka right now? Imagine having to look into her dead, lifeless eyes. Imagine seeing the entire street splashed with her blood. Imagine reaching down to hug her only to feel icy cold skin against yours, and her face is green and grey like some kind of monster, not your precious Ochako. And there is nothing you can do. Not a damn thing.”

And to that, the pair of do-gooders had nothing to say.

“It’s all I can fucking think about. I can’t even fall asleep without seeing her dead eyes staring back at me. I miss her so much, and none of you can understand.”

“I’m sorry. We know she meant a lot to you.”

“She was all that I had! She was the only person who ever made me really feel something, anything other than anger. I loved her more than anything and she loved me back,” he choked on his words, tears welling up in his eyes. “She was my baby. My beautiful princess. I don’t know how to function without her.”

Uraraka sighed, trying to find something good in all of this despite there being nothing at all. “She’s in a better place, Bakugo.”

He clutched at his shirt right over his heart, which beat rapidly in his chest. “But a better place is right here with me! We belong together, not apart. It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he cried, unable to bite back his tears. “I’ve called her phone a million times since she died, just so I can hear her voice. I’m terrified that one day her phone will be shut off forever and I’ll forget what she sounds like.”

Her clutched at his shirt tightly, feeling pain in his chest again. He felt like he was having a heart attack. Sometimes the heartbreak was so strong.

“All these pictures on my phone of her, they just remind me that she’s never coming back! She’s gone forever, and I don’t know what to do. How do I make it stop hurting so fucking much? I feel like I’m dying, god it hurts.”

Sobs shook his body as he hid his face behind the crook in his elbow, trying to sop up all the tears. But, he knew they wouldn’t stop. He didn’t know why he was telling them this, revealing this side of himself in front of them, but he hadn’t had the time to vent about the whole situation.

“The last thing she said to me was that she loved me,” he cried, pressing his arm to his lips and sobbing into them. He was hysterical, especially for someone so brutal like him. “I’ll never get to tell her I love her ever again. We will never get married. Become pro heroes together like we always wanted. I’ll never get to see her smile or hug her against my chest again. It’s all over, dammit.”

“Bakugo, I’m so sorry. If you need anyone, we’re here for you.”

“I just miss her so fucking much.”

A heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and he turned his head to see who it was. “Bakugo, listen to me for a minute. Wipe up your tears for a second,” the deep, tired voice demanded. Sad, exhausted eyes stared down at him, but he could feel the empathy their teacher held.

“Aizawa-sensei?”

“The only thing that can help you now is time,” he explained. “We risk a lot as pro-heros. It’s gonna hurt a lot for now, maybe forever, I don’t know. But the only thing you can do is let time pass and the pain in your heart will dull.”

“I just feel so pathetic. I can’t help but think it should have been me. I wish it was the other way around so badly. I should have died instead, so she could be happy.”

“Do you really think Y/N would’ve been happy if she lost you? You think she wouldn’t cry everyday, and hug your pillows and clothes just to feel close to you again? For her to suffer? Really? If you really loved Y/N, you wouldn’t consider breaking her heart like that.”

“I-I…” Bakugo choked. “What do I do now?”

“What you need to do is make Y/N proud. She would want the best for you. All she ever wanted was to see you smile after all.” Aizawa was right, no matter how hard it was to accept the fact. Bakugo would have to live for Y/N.

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