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itsabouttimex2 · 7 months

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Platonic Yanderes

(Endeavor, Hawks, Best Jeanist)

Enji Todoroki:

His own child, whom he previously spurned.

He regrets it. God, he regrets it so much. The memories seethe inside him like an angry scar, pulsing in pain.

“I made dinner, Dad! I knew you’d be out late, so I stayed up to make sure you had something to eat!” He doesn’t sit down to to eat or say thank you. He grabs the plate from your hands and stomps off to his own room to eat, casting a baleful glare to you as he does. At least you’re good for something, he thinks.

He doesn’t think like that anymore. Do you know that, Y/N? You are worth so much more than he ever let you know.

“Hey, dad. You wanna go out jogging? Fuyumi grew out of her old tracksuit and gave it to me, and I wanted to see if-“

You cut yourself off when he glares at you, a withering look on his face. He stares down at you, a sneer turning the corners his lips. “You wouldn’t be able to keep up with me,” he snaps at you, walking away and slamming the door as he exits.

But you never actually thought you’d be able to keep up. You knew you’d fall behind. You just wanted to spend time with him, didn’t you? He’ll spend as much time with you as he can from now on, Y/N.

“Do you want to train with me? I’d be happy to put up some targets for you!” You smile, tiny bits of ice sparking on your hands. That smile doesn’t reach your eyes anymore, not when you’re talking to Dad. “There’s nothing you can put up that I wouldn’t melt right through. You don’t have the skill.” As expected, he turns on his heel and leaves.

He wonders how long it’s been since the two of you talked. You were there, reaching out a hand to him, trying to get through to his heart. You made offer after offer, and he struck them down without hesitation. Even without a scrap of love of affection, you kept trying to help him become a better person.

“Why didn’t I let you help me?”

He asks himself this question again and again, looking down on you. He always looked down on you, for being weak or sentimental or distracting.

Now he’s doing it in a more literal sense, staring at your feverish form on the bed.

Your severe sickness had been the perfect excuse to squirm back into your life. He comes in with nearly a dozen grocery sacks held in his arms, a steely and determined look in his eyes. Before you have a chance to slam the door in his face (not that you strength to do so right now) he walks into the house, heading straight to the kitchen.

“What are you-“

“Hush. Not a word, Y/N.” He’s dressed in his own expensive and tailor-made version of casual, not that it makes him any less intimidating. He places the bags on your table, and walks directly towards you, his hand moving to cover your forehead. He grimaces.

“You’re burning up, Y/N. Get to bed. Now.”

“You need to-“

He grabs your shoulders and spins you around, marching you to your room, checking the rooms one by one as he walks with you. Once he finds it, he pushes you towards it and pulls back the covers. “Get in.”

You’re frozen stiff, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, your estranged father busting in with groceries and literally marching you in around your own home, room by room. That pause gives him the chance to push you onto the mattress, tucking the blanket around you. “Good,” he says, sounding satisfied. “I’ll make you something to eat. Don’t move.”

He pulls the top off of a can of microwaveable soup, dumping the contents into a plastic bowl. He had wanted to just buy you something gourmet and professionally made, but Fuyumi had talked him out of it, saying you’d be better off with something simple and easy to eat. That you would be better off with him.

So here he is, a giant man trying his best to not break a tiny spoon as he pushes it to your lips. Now that you’re actually lying down instead of trying to work in your weakened state, your body finally gives out, entirely sapped of the energy you’d need to get up or tell him off for coming in unannounced and uninvited. With nothing else to do and a body that won’t listen to your commands, you let him him feed you.

It’s a tiny step forward, the first of so many to come. And he won’t stop until you call him your father again.

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Keigo Takami:

A young and innocent member of the League of Villains.

“I really appreciate you stopping by, Mr.

Hawks.”

You slide him a drink, sweet and fizzy and non-alcoholic. You’ve never actually served him anything with alcohol, not even by accident. He refuses to drink it, keeping himself sober and fully focused at all times.

You appreciate it, because it means one less grown man to babysit, one less puddle of vomit to mop, one less fight to break up.

And he appreciates that you don’t ask questions or try to convince him otherwise, because it means that he can do his job much easier.

“Did you make me something new, kiddo?”

“Yeah, I did! Club soda and cherry syrup and whipped cream!”

“Looks delicious, kid.” He takes a sip, and damn, it’s actually pretty good. “And tastes even better than it looks,” he praises, buttering you up in a way that aren’t used to. The other members, the real members of the League aren’t so kind. You’ll get an errant compliment or two, but mostly you gets nods, grunts of approval, and impatient demands for refills.

But Mr. Hawks is relaxed and charming and actually talks to you outside of ordering drinks. It’s easy to trust him.

“Got any news for me, kid?”

Maybe a little too easy, with the way you spill out all the gossip you’ve overheard, bits of information that you would’ve never considered critical or even important. And all the while, he grins and sips his drink, listening very, very close.

You’re betraying your own teammates, and you don’t even know it, he thinks to himself. And why? Because you’re just a good kid, a lonely kid? A sweet and polite kid, in spite of being surrounded by literal killers and remorseless criminals.

More than anything, he feels bad for you.

Especially when he catches you drinking.

You sniffle, a red handprint outlined on your cheek, and bruising from a rough hand encircling your wrist. You tip the shot glass back, trying to take a another sip.

But something soft blocks your lips, soaking up the alcohol before it can enter your mouth. You set the shot glass down, opening your red-rimmed eyes. A feather, hanging midair, separating your lips and the glass.

“You’re still a bit young for that kind of coping, kid. Give it a few more years, and then you can start.”

His voice is soft, and he takes your wrist to turn it over, looking at the outlines left behind by rough, grasping fingers.

“Who was it?”

A flash of something fierce and angry, protective and nurturing. His eyes sharpen and then that sharpness fades, gone in an instant. He switches to laid-back and unaffected in a moment.

“C’mon. Just one word, and I’ll make sure they don’t mess with you again. Can’t have my favorite bartender making my drinks with a bruised hand, after all.”

You give him a name, fighting back tears. You aren’t supposed to cry. You aren’t supposed to break. You need to be strong and useful or you’ll get thrown out, nowhere to go and no one who wants you.

No one who wanted you until you met Hawks, that is. He’s sure you’ll know that soon, when these villains are brought to justice and he takes you into his personal custody, under the guise of rehab.

He hooks an arm around your shoulders and when you lean into his side, starved for warmth and comfort, he slips a feather into your pocket. A sign that he’s there, that you aren’t alone.

You won’t be alone again.

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Tsunagu Hakamada:

A shy, insecure UA student who performs well at the Sports Festival.

You aren’t the usual kind of student he’d take under his wing. You stumble and stutter and whimper and then you crumble and hide yourself away. You have no self-esteem, no confidence, no sense of personal worth.

But your fighting prowess is impossible to deny or ignore. You might not have any self-worth, but you’ve got enough skill to make up for it.

“Fifth place”, he starts, while combing through your hair, “Is very impressive, especially for the school in question. You went up against skilled and varied opponents, and beat out all but four. Be proud.”

He doesn’t see the need to use Fiber Master on you. One single command of “sit” had you on the stool, holding as still as you could while he fixed your unruly hair, swept and tangled by the wind. You are certainly a well-behaved student, listening closely to his words, blushing at his praise.

“I was scared,” you mumble, in a sudden show of honesty. “I thought I was gonna mess up in front of everyone. With all those cameras. And everyone watching.” He’s won you over quickly, his unshakably calm yet supportive and patient personality providing you with the comfort you need to open up to him.

“And you did not. That is admirable.”

You blush a little deeper. Clearly, you are receptive to praise and positive attention. Building you up as a properly confident student and hero-in-training becomes one of his priorities.

He finds himself enjoying your presence. Something as simple as children running up to you to ask you about the sports festival, asking you to show off your Quirk for them has you looking up to him for approval, for his consent. He gives you a nod, carefully regarding your actions. You do decently with people when someone is behind you with a supporting hand on your back, it seems.

Then it’s teenagers, some classmates, some friends, occasional newfound fans. Every now and then, an outright admirer. Usually, you hide behind him, eyes down, arms wrapped around yourself. He interferes personally on the last ones, politely but firmly rejecting them on your behalf, nudging you along to continue your patrolling. You mumble a thanks, staying close beside him.

For adults, it’s two drunkards who laugh and sneer and shout obscene things about what they’d do to a shy schoolgirl like you if they got the chance. One whips out his phone to take a picture of you, only to drop it in his drink when the cuff of his sleeve tightens around his wrist like a snare. Tsunagu ushers you to a bench, draping his jean jacket around your shoulders gently. “You need not worry. I will be right back.”

He’s a dreadfully powerful man, in terms of both influence and Quirk. In seconds, both men are bound tightly by their own clothes, and in a matter of minutes, police officers are stepping in to take them into custody for sexual harassment.

He clicks his tongue in distaste, watching them get carted off. “Some people simply have no moral fiber.”

The way you look at him right then reminds him of why he became a hero. Not only to save lives, but to instill peace and hope into the hearts of those around him.

And he starts to like being around you. You look to him, not only for safety but for guidance and even for comfort. He offers it to you, watching closely as you fall deeper into the web that he weaves, one where you are safe and secure and utterly oblivious to your own entrapment.

And the longer you stick around, stumbling after him like a newborn fawn, the tighter and thicker those bonds grow. You can’t ever leave him.

But why would you ever want to leave him?

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battydora · 7 months

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pros reacting to you pulling them by their belt.

content: mildly suggestive , drabbles , adult reader!! , gn. reader (no body spec.) , however f. reader on midnight!!! (wlw) , confident / bold reader , established relationship (edgeshot, eraserhead, midnight) , situationship (best jeanist) , pet names , reader implied to be a hero (best jeanist) , reader calls midnight "mama" affectionately , reader is an UA teacher (eraserhead, midnight) , reader is a highly ranked and popular hero w sex appeal and shit you also have a kid attending ua (snipe) , also reader is taller (snipe)

a/n: this trope is such a tease ONGAWD. totally got excited with best jeanist don't mind me y'all, my man, thank u to my man

characters: edgeshot, best jeanist, eraserhead, snipe, midnight

EDGESHOT

–eyes widen for sure. you appear from behind him, surround him and your hand sneakily having its way with his belt so when his eyes are solely focused on yours he doesn't expect when he's being pullen against you.

–his cheeks turn red when his body bumps into yours, he definitely gulps to keep his composure, he tries so hard to not budge but his heart is racing like crazy and the sly smile in your face doesn't help, he loves when you take iniciative like this despite making him so flustered.

–"you need something, love?" he mutters out, eyes fixed on your lips. "mmh? do i need a reason to spend time with my favourite hero?" praises are his weakness, his blush expands to his face whole and closes his eyes shut, trying to regain power over himself but is caught off guard when both your hands slide all the way to his hips and then his butt.

–"you're just teasing now" he recognizes as he sighs defeated, knowing he can't resist your touch and rests his hands in the crooks of your neck gently. "i was teasing since the moment i got here" you add grinning, now leaning forward to kiss the skin of his exposed neck sweetly and squish his butt with adoration, not knowing what you were putting the man up to, he melts under your touch and don't expect him wanting less.

BEST JEANIST

–it is a day you arrive to genius agency only to salute the one and only fiber hero, who turns out to be the one you're in a situationship with. it is common to arrive and see a lot of people moving around and working, it is number three's agency after all, an active and abuzz workplace is something to expect but today specifically seems to be a very busy day.

–it is a coincidence indeed that while walking through the agency looking for the denim dressed hero you find the aforementioned walking alone in one of the hallways, you smile once you spot him and speed up to him.

"hey jeanie! how's it going?" your cheerful demeanour barely startles the hero once you step infront of him, stopping his walk, instantly wondering why are you there.

"y/n? what a surprise to see you at genius agency. what brings you here?" he asks in a collected manner, his gaze softening at the view of you, smile disguising behind his suit.

"oh nothing, i was just passing by on my break and wondered how the most handsome man on earth would be doing so i decided to pay him a visit" he closes his eyes and tilts slightly his head downwards at the compliment.

"you're so flattering as always, i adore that you keep me so in mind" he stares at you again as you gift him a grin.

"of course, why wouldn't i?" you shrug your shoulders proudly and then rest your hands on your hips, staring the man into his eyes "so? how's your day going? busy as always? oh, i hope i'm not interrupting something important by the way" you excuse yourself quickly, you passed by without really thinking it through but you see him shake his head.

"it's been quite busy today, we have a lot of work going on, a lot of brand new interns and novice heroes to form but your presence here does not bother me a bit, it actually brightens the day" your eyes shine at his words and your smile widens.

"oww, you're so sweet" you answer bringing your hand to your chest, endeared, his words flutter happily around your mind "but it's a shame you're too busy, i'd really like to take you out on a date one of these days" you add, to which he nods.

"yes, me too i admit, we are not spending much time together lately" he sounds a bit dissapointed, since he starting hanging out with you, he realized how much he enjoyed spending time with someone off duty, especially with you, you seem to bring him this relieving joy to his everyday life he appreciates very much.

"that's a shame, i kinda miss you" you say taking a step closer to him, gazing away "so that pushes me to crash into your agency like this" you add playfully, he sees through your actions a little, the sudden approach makes him lift a brow.

"that's not so bad, at least we get to see eachother, even if it's for a brief moment" he plays along, acting casual.

"yeah..." you go silent for a moment, then look at him again "but i really hope i'm no trouble here, don't wanna bother our number three hero too much" your hand reaches his jazzy belt to fit your index finger between it and his jeans and rapidly pull him towards you, your voice comes out teasing this time, a sly smile on your face, paying close attention to his reaction.

he was caught off guard but plays along naturally, yet hypervigilant that no one is around, he is a man that cares a lot about his public image, he can't imagine having to deal with comments about his sex life in social media just because a fellow hero was too close to him at work. which he minds, a lot, and you know that and still like to tease him, but he does not complain at all. tsunagu looks at you, smiling despite his collar covering half of his face.

"as i said, you don't bother me a single bit, you're always pleasant to have around" his voice deepens, you can tell, and the look in his eyes expresses approval while they remain attentive to the place surrounding you, that exact focus is the one you aim the most to break.

"yeah? then it wouldn't mind if take a minute or two of your time" your brows rise and loosen in a fast movement, implying that you would want to drag him into the closest private room as soon as possible, you pull him even closer by his belt, enough to have your bodies touching.

"you're playing with fire here, y/n" he mumbles, convinced that he already fell into your charms.

"then what's left for you than to reform me? discipline is not part of my vocabulary" you avow, challenging, your hands threaten to grab his hips but your clothes tighten around your body and you're pullen away quickly, best jeanist acts casually as a clerk walks past the two of you, greeting the hero. once they walk around the corner out of your sight, tsunagu flicks his fingers again, using his quirk to control all the fabric of your suit again and bring you close to him, a bold look in his green eyes.

"i can teach you a thing or two about discipline. let's go" you smile and bite your lower lip as he releases you and starts walking towards his office, you following closely behind, it doesn't matter how many things must be done and how busy the day is, he will always manage to make time for you.

ERASERHEAD

–shouta finds himself blinking twice the second he's walking through UA's halls nose buried in the exams he had ready for his students and suddenly being dragged by his belt buckle completely distorting his route as you make him face you. appearently he was so focused in his work he didn't even notice you were walking to him, so now having his body so close to yours in such unexpected motion, makes him blush for a brief moment. his mind muses the event, thoughtfully thinking about the hand that's still grabing his belt, is it weird to get turned on by a belt pull that totally doesn't mean to?

–"hey, where's my hallway kiss?" you tease playfully, pouting your lips into a kissing manner, to which he blinks back to reality and frowns. "we're at work, it's inappropiate" you whine in reply and let go of his belt "aw babe, you always say 'iT's iNaPprOpiATe' when there's literally no one around" you pout and complain while he continues to prove his point, he disliked PDA... more than average "out of school hours and hero duty is when we get to be a couple, right here, right now we're teachers, now move."

–you chuckle and let him go, you know that's how he is but you never want to miss the chance to tease him, however you aren't entirely aware of what you caused seconds ago, shouta sticks to the feeling of you pulling him towards you by his belt, the thought spins in his head for the rest of the day, wondering if you'd ever do it again though he'll never ask.

SNIPE

–you're used to cameras following you wherever you go, wether they're reporters or crazy paparazzis following, that's the price a popular hero like yourself has to pay for being highly ranked and having a great celebrity profile, people grow curious about you and your personal life and while trying to saciate the curiosity, stalking becomes a hobby, at this point you don't really care but you take it personal when they try to involve your child with your hero profile, you're relieved it's UA the school they attend to because the Principal doesn't allow journalists or reporters in, which helps you feel like your child is safe from media. however it's still stressing when you have to pick them up from school.

–hopefully no creepy stalkers followed you today, it is a pretty chill day so you don't have to worry about your child being exposed to media as much. you walk into UA, you would normally wait for your kid outside but today you have to reach one of the teachers to talk about some things about your kid's grades so you decided to pick them up directly by their classroom. when you're about to walk around a corner, someone unexpectedly runs into you. you skillfully react and hold to this person's belt and pull them towards you roughly so you won't fall aswell.

–this person, who seems to be a man with a cowboy-looking appearence, bumps into your chest abruptly out of inertia "hey cowboy, don't trip" you say playfully as soon as you assure your balance and the stranger's, letting go of his belt and smiling down at him.

–it takes him a moment to react but when he does he seems flustered by the fact of being that close to you so he takes a step back accomodating his hat and then kindly apologizing "i apologize, i should've watched where i was going" he bows respectfully as he speaks, to which you smile.

–"don't worry about it" you manage to wink at him before continuing your way to your kid's classroom. once your tall figure goes distant and eventually dissapears from his sight as you walk, snipe slams his hand against his forehead, eyes totally wide and cheeks fully red, he is lucky to have a mask to cover his face but the man is a flustered mess, not only because the unusual proximity, the belt pull AND the unbelievably high tension of a three second situation but also that it was his hero crush he bumped into.

MIDNIGHT

–you sure catch your woman off guard when you drag her to a lonely hallway in UA after school hours, just about when all the teachers are about to go home and all the students left. her mouth curves into a grin at the excitement glowing in your eyes and plays along. "oh? where does this come from?" nemuri asks, sky blue eyes looking directly into your own.

–"nothing in particular... i just, spent my day missing you, mama" you answer playfully as your hand reaches her belt and begins to pull her towards you, walking backwards until your back hits the wall behind you.

–your motion immediately makes her belly flutter, you are being so tempting right now she does nothing more than follow you instantly with a unsettling smirk on her face, she does not hesitate and as soon as you hit the wall, she slams her hand next to you head, gluing your bodies together as her knee sneakily seeps between your thighs. "and how is it that you can't even wait to get home? we're at school right now, sweetheart, you missed me that much?" "a whole lot, baby, i want you so bad" when you answer that with a playful smirk on your face, she giggles as she leans to your ear to whisper your lewd sentence "you needy little thing, i'm gonna ruin you so bad."

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