#Deku: *starts sobbing uncontrollably*

[phantoms-lair]

You wanted Red Hood vs Overhaul, you got it

Eri clutched Deku tightly and he sped away, Overhaul right on their trail leaving a swath of destroyed objects and people in his wake. And as soon as he caught up to them, that was going to be Deku. He was going to die because he wanted to protect her.

Deku was wrong. She was a curse. She clutched his shoulders tighter, tears welling in her eyes. Her horn began to glow as her quirk subconsciously activated. Because of her Daddy disappeared, and then Overhaul used her to make his bullets to steal other people's powers. She'd caused nothing but pain and misery, she was the one who should disappear!

Her horn grew as her quirk tried to activate. But much like you can't uninstall a computer program that's running, Rewind couldn't erase itself or it's user while it was activated. Eri's despair tried to force it over and over again. Just as Overhaul's outstretched hand was about to brush Deku's back Rewind divided by zero and they all vanished.

~

It was the smell that hit Midoriya first. The air around him had been full of dust and the scent of blood. Suddenly there was none of that, but an almost nauseating amount of fumes and unwashed humanity. Also they were in free fall.

He quickly assessed. He wasn't in Tokyo anymore. The cars were on the wrong side of the road and the signs in English. But all that quickly was overshadowed by the horror that they were in a residential area.

He had to get Eri to safety while luring Overhaul away from the area. He did his best to get they lay of the land before he'd fallen enough for buildings to block his view. Looked like there was a harbor. Maybe if he could get him there, there'd be less people for him to destroy. And hopefully some local heroes would come to help.

Path set, Midoriya used Full Cowling to kick off a building and launch himself away.

~

"Anyone have eyes on what the Hell is happening?!" Hood demanded over the coms.

"Two metas, Boss. One Robin-aged, one adult. Robin-aged one has what looks to be a small child. He's fleeing from the adult and heading towards the harbor. Small child looks to be injured."

Hood adjusted the route his motorcycle was going in order to better intercept. "How badly injured?"

"Bandages on her arms and legs, but it's hard to get close enough to see more, sorry." His lieutenant sounded apologetic, but from the sounds of Hood could hear from back where he was he couldn't blame her. "Powers?" Might as well know what he was getting into.

"Robin-aged seems to have some green lightning around him, but he's not projecting it. It seems to give him either a strength or speed boost, hard to tell when all he's doing is running. Adult looks like he can destroy or remake anything his touches and - Gah."

"Did you get hit?"

"Negative, sorry for scaring you, sir, Adult caught a piece of his own shrapnel in his eye. He then touched his face with his hand and half of it exploded, then reformed. I wasn't expecting it."

Good to know. Especially because she might have just told him exactly how to take this guy down. "I'm going to intercept the kids. Deploy Code Beta Omega on my mark." Hood's helmet switched modes from camera to radar as he pulled his bike even with the fleeing kid (who was definitely getting a speed boost out of his power if nothing else) as his people set off numerous bright flares right in front of the adult meta's face, followed by wide area smoke bombs. "Need some help?"

"Are you a local hero?" The older kid asked in very heavily Japanese accented English.

"I'm the protector of this area." Thankfully Japanese was one of the languages he was fluent in, so he could speak to the kid in his own language. "Get on."

The boy hopped on, the smaller kid strapped to his back and Hood had to respect his sense of balance. The green lightning vanished as the kid took a breath.

"Can you get Eri to safety?" the boy asked. "I can buy some time with Overhaul. Lure him out to the water where fewer people will get hurt."

The way he said it, it sounded like the cost of that time would be his life. And the littler one, Eri, seemed to pick up on it. "You don't have to do that Deku." she said in a shaky voice. "He won't hurt you if I go back to him. And I'll be fine. He won't kill me, even when he accidently takes too much of my blood, he can just take me apart and put me back together again."

The words were brave but the fear and remembered pain in them was palpable and Hood saw green in a way that had nothing to do with Deku's hair, outfit or lightning. He sharply turned the motor cycle into an alley, where he knew a group of his people would be evacuating civilians. "Get them to the clinic. The girl needs help and the boy probably does too."

The boy looked panicked. "But Overhaul-"

"-is Done." Hood finished. "Overhaul is done."

For a moment the boy looked like he'd bluescreened, then "Overhaul is mysophobia, destroying his mask should get a panic reaction. Especially if you spit on him or something. He's arrogant, sadistic, and enjoys psychological manipulations. He also have some bullets that destroy quirks, so be very wary if he uses a gun over his hands."

"Quirks?" Everything in Hood's soul wanted to get going and destroy the man who'd hurt a child like this.

There was a split second of panic on the boys face as he tried to reword "Powers? His lets him disassemble and reassemble anything he touches in any configuration he chooses."

"Power destroying bullets? Hood laughed. "Kid, I don't think you know where you are. This is Gotham." And with that he left the kids in the hands of his crew and stalked back to where Overhaul was about to meet his end.

The smoke was beginning to clear as Hood strode to Overhaul's location. Deku had given him what information he could, and he appreciated it, really he did. Any other Bat or Bat-Adjacent would have made good use it, especially the mysophobia.

Hood was not going to. He'd already gotten all intel he needed earlier. He took a good look at the man. Huh, when Deku said he had a mask Hood was expecting a standard supervillain mask, not a honest to goodness plague doctor one. He's sure the doctors at Arkham would have a fun time pulling apart this whackjob's psyche.

Not that he was going to give them a chance. Not after hearing a little girl talk about repeatedly being ripped apart and pulled back together.

"Where did they go?" asked Overhaul, in a tone that suggested he was in charge and giving up the intel was the only way Hood would live through the next few minutes.

Cute.

"Doesn't matter. You're never going to see either one ever again." Hood smirked under his helmet. "In fact, enjoy your view of the ass-end of Gotham. It's the last thing you're ever going to see."

Overhaul sneered. "Eri will be so upset. Another person dead because of her. She really is a curse."

The green was overwhelming. The only thing keeping Hood in control was the knowledge that he was going to give the Pit exactly what it wanted.

Overhaul touched the ground and it exploded, rearranging itself as large spikes erupted from the ground. Most people would have been impaled. Most people weren't trained by the Bat, the League of Assassins, and the All-Caste. "You heroes are so annoying. Like any one of you would be able to properly use an asset like her."

"SHE IS A CHILD." Hood roared. One of the spikes nicked him, but only caused surface damage, naturally. It would have been embarrassing to do more than was entirely when one gets hit on purpose. He needed two things. Overhaul provided the presence of absolute evil, and he provided his own blood. With two flashes the All Blades appeared and two hands fell to the ground.

Overhaul stared for a moment. He'd lost arms before and it was easy enough to replace one using the other, but he'd never lost both at once. His mind raced, trying to come up with a solution, and his knees began to buckle.

He never hit the ground however, as Hood caught him by the throat with one hand. With the other he ripped off the mask before pushing Overhauls face into some street sludge. This being Gotham and Crime Alley in particular, who knows what it might have been. Guess he was going to use the kid's info on mysophobia after all.

"It's tempting, you know, to keep you alive just long enough to watch infection set it. But people like you do tend to find a way of rebounding and I'm not going to risk it. I do want to catch up with those kids and make sure they're okay, so I'll give myself...ten minutes? Yeah, ten minutes sounds good. Ten minutes to show you exactly what happens to people who hurt kids in my territory. Ten minutes to make you beg for death, then - like the kind soul I am- answer your prayers."

Overhauls eyes were wide with terror. "But...but you're a hero?"

Hood grinned cruelly under his helmet. "I haven't called myself one of those for a long time. And Babs," he said, seeming to address no one. "I don't want Daddy Bats or any of his crew interfering."

For the next ten minutes, he was going to enjoy himself.

[ghost-b0i]

Pro hero Deku × pro hero gn reader

Warnings: not sure if there's a need of a warning on this one but there's a mention of a burning building, a dead kid and a woman.

**comforting Izuku after a bad mission**

★masterlist★

"Knew I'll find you here" You spoke calmly as you walked over to the edge of the building, stopping behind Izuku to give him a hug from behind. Your hands sliding down from his shoulders got his attention and he quickly looked up at you. A few tears were wailing up in the corner of his eyes, causing his to eyes sparkle at the light from the sunset. Izuku pressed his cheek against your arm, finding comfort in your touch.

You gave his forehead a small kiss before moving to sit next to him on the edge of the building.

It was silent for a moment, you looked over at the city. You could see all of it from up here, from the ocean slowly swallowing the sun to the park next to the building you were on. You watched as the sky switched colors, the stars slowly coming into view as the purple and pink was fading away from the sky.

"You we're never good at keeping things from me you know?" You asked, turning your gaze to him. "It's because the mission we had today doesn't it?"

He nodded and you started replaying the event in your head. There was a fire, a massive one. It burnt down a few buildings. You had to rescue civilians but as far as you knew you rescued them all.

"Something happened" You staited "something only you knew happened" He nodded in response, his gaze still fixated at the setting sun. "You wanna talk about it?" You asked, grabbing his hand and giving it a comforting squeeze.

He took a deep breath and sighed "there was this lady" He said softly "she lived on the eight floor. I tried to get her out but she kept trying to run back to her apartment, she tried to grab a teddy bear from one of the rooms. I tried to run after her but the whole building was starting to collapse on itself at this point. I was trying to get her out but she said this teddy bear was the only thing she has left from her son. There were pictures on the wall of her and a bold kid in a hospital gal on the wall I'm guessing he was sick... When she said that I finally let go of her hand and she run to the room and was running back to me with it in her arms..." His voice was starting to break as tears stated to wale up in his eyes "but I wasn't fast enough.. " He started to sob and you gave his hand a squeeze,trying to comfort him "she died when the ceiling fell..." He was sobbing now, his voice shakey "I didn't even have time to get her corpse out so she could be buried" He broke down, starting to sob uncontrollably. You hugged him trying to reassure him it'll be okay. His head rested on your chest as he cried, muffeled sobs escaping him.

"I keep thinking that if I was fast enough maybe I could have saved her" He sobbed "maybe she could still be here if I was just fast enough"

You petted his head, running your hand over his hair in an attempt to calm him down a bit.

"Sometimes it doesn't matter how fast we are" You said and pressed a kiss to his head "sometimes no matter what we do, we will never be fast enough.. But even so, it just means we can get better you know?" You stroke his hair with one hand while the other stroked his back "for now... Focus on who you did save, like the pregnant lady and her other four kids, or that ugly chiwawa who looked like he was on something" You both chuckled softly "or that fat orange cat that constantly had his tounge out, or that Lady who was so hooked on her book she was still trying to read while you saved her" He chuckled softly and looked up at you, you placed your hand on his cheek, wiping away a tear with your thumb. "You have to remember the people you did save, and when you can you can try do what I do"

Izuku smiled softly "and what do you do?"

"Well, for started, if I wasn't able to save someone I donate blood. It helps me when I know I might didn't save that one person but maybe I saved someone else's. But if I lost no one and I just need to cheer myself up I buy some stuffed animals and go to the hospital to give them to sick children, seeing them smile makes it a little easier, knowing I did something good for someone else.. It just makes easier you know?"

Izuku kissed the inside of your wrist "I think I should do that" He smiled softly. "I'll go donate blood tomorrow so I could save someone else's life"

You smiled at him, wiping another tear "maybe we can go together?" He nodded.

"Thanks for making it easier on me" He spoke "you always find a way to make me smile when I'm sad"

"That's why you proposed to me" You smiled "you saud, and I quote 'you make everything better' "

He chuckled "I did, didn't I?" He looked at you "well it's true, you always find a way to make me smile when I get like this"

You giggled "I know, that's my magic" You looked over at the now dark sky "we can stay here a bit longer if you want to"

"I think I wanna go home" He smiled "take a cold shower and get ready for bed"

You nodded "okay"

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Okay, just to clarify when I say an ugly chiwawa I mean this:

Hope it made you laugh like it made me lol.

[shysheeperz]

love ur blog!! I check it out before starting an anime/manga 💞

just wondering do u have any recommendations for complete anime/mangas?

thank u either way!!!

Completed??????

Manga:

Fullmetal Alchemist- the gold standard

Silver Spoon- by the same person who did FMA. Agricultural school stuff. Cute.

Agravity Boys- space sci-fi gag comedy, a wild ride to say the least, I miss my stupid boys

Magu-chan: God of Destruction- cute digimon/pokemon-shaped gods get woken up and mingle with a bunch of middle schoolers. Cute fluff mostly, will occasionally pull at your heartstrings (including the ending)

High School Family: Kokosei Kazoku- comedy/ slice of life, about an entire family attending high school. Has a volleyball arc that rivals the likes in haikyuu!!

Haikyuu!!-sports manga, if you want to cry over boys and their love for the game then this is for you, Boys x Volleyball is the tru otp of the show

Hell's Paradise: Jigokuraku- dark historical fantasy, so very, very good. Don't get attached.

Dr. STONE- sci fi, technically the main story is complete. We still have been getting the occasional side chapter or three that continue where the main story left off tho. A very solid shonen jump series. includes one of the best shonen jump dads in the history of ever. Will make u emotional over lightbulbs and stuff. hard not to root for the main cast.

Dr. STONE Reboot: Byakuya- a non-canon little one volume spin-off about byakuya and mainly about a funky lil robot that will make you sob uncontrollably I'd personally say to read up to the end of the Treasure Island arc in the main story first before tackling this one (about ch 140ish)

Dr. STONE 4D Science- a continuation of the main story, only a couple chapters, the ending is a really cruel tease imo and if Inagaki/Boichi don't give us more may they be cursed to lose all their left shoes forever

Food Wars! Shokugeki no Sanji- spin-off of sanji side stories by the duo who did food Wars. ONE PIECE related ofc. Tasty looking food. Sanji too cool for school. One volume.

Astra Lost in Space- space sci fi survival, solid story that deserves more appreciation, the ending is just a tad lackluster in actually showing what a lot of readers would have liked to physically see. By no means ruins the story tho.

Blue Flag (Ao no Flag)- high school, romance, slice of life, boys and gals just trying to figure out life and relationships. Solid.

Mashle: Magic and Muscles- gag comedy that leans a little too much into the shonen battle-esque stuff towards the end imo, but a decently enjoyable time. A mash up of Harry Potter and other various manga like mob, opm, etc.

Mitama Security: Spirit Busters- comedy, axed but I enjoyed it. Goofy fun. nothing spectacular but reading it won't hurt anyone.

My Hero Academia: Vigilantes- spin-off of mha obviously, average joe Koichi >>> deku FIGHT ME, the goodest of boys, world building u don't get in the main series, Aizawa's backstory, Knuckleduster is the man the myth the legend.

Chihayafuru- screaming crying throwing up, it's niche it's technically a sports manga, romance, female MC, growth™, love triangle but at the end of the day that's not what's important

My Love Mix-Up!- comedy romance, big big mix-up on who loves who and lots of shenanigans ensue.

Noragami- TECHNICALLY not complete until like 2 days from now when the final chapter releases. my emotions! MY EMOTIONS!!!! 😭

Gintama- comedy/gag with dashes of really good drama

I have no idea what your tastes are, anon, so here's a mix that I've personally enjoyed. Some of them were axed, but technically that makes them complete so I included them :P yes I cheated.

Anime:

There's a lot less of them bc I haven't actually watched a lot of completed series.

Run with the Wind- more boys x sports but this time it's about running. Also the boys are in college. Will trick u into wanting to run.

91 days- ol timey story about VENGEANCE. Set during the prohibition.

Tengan Toppa Gurren Lagann- makes you emotional and feel all fuzzy inside, sci fi, mecha

Cowboy Bebop- a classic

Samurai Champloo- also a classic and I actually prefer this one over cowboy bebop tbh, god tier baseball episode

Astra Lost in Space-the anime version, if you'd prefer watching over reading, but I always prefer manga > anime just cause.

FMA 03/FMA BROTHERHOOD- the gold standard. I appreciate both versions. 03 goes the anime original ending root bc obviously the manga wasn't completed yet no biggie.

Mob Psycho 100- MOB!MOB!MOB! and tumblr sexy man reigen arataka

Gintama- animated version alternative lol. The voice actors bring the characters to life.

Obv there are the old school classics like Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Gundam and all that jazz if you haven't already checked out some of those. Oldies but goodies.

[mirukosbitchywife]

y'all know that one archer clip that's going viral on tiktok that's like you smell bad. grilled cheese. what? make me. a grilled cheese. i'm not making you a grilled cheese. *loud uncontrollable sobs* *cut to a grilled cheese being made* yeah that's bakutodo. romantic platonic or familial no matter how you headcanon them that is their exact dynamic. shouto would 100% start fucking bawling on command (deku taught him how) if katsuki wouldn't make him food and kat would be there like 🤨 meanwhile the rest of class 1a who is not used to people crying on command let alone SHOUTO crying in GENERAL are all like 😟 holy shit man maybe make him some grilled cheese you made him cry

[animewithtea]

MHA characters x reader when they find out that your quirk is slowly destructing your body and will eventually kill you

Okay so this one is very angsty and dramatic but I just felt like it lol. It includes Midoriya (Deku) x reader and Denki x reader. Enjoy :)

Midoriya

The second he found out he felt a strong pain shoot in his chest

He ignored this to support you

He hugs you and reassures you that he will be there every step of the way

Is really passionate about you doing everything you’ve ever dreamed of before you die

The second he is alone after finding out he starts sobbing uncontrollably

He puts up a strong demeanor for you, but you know he’s hurting too

He doesn’t want to admit this to you though, because he just wants you to be as happy as possible in you remaining time

Gives you presents almost daily

Has a hard time leaving your side because he doesn’t know when it’ll be the last time he sees you

He will never love anyone as much as he did you again, but he’s okay with that because he got to experience the most amazing love ever with you

Denki

When he found out it took a while for the news to actually hit him

Tries to hide his sadness by joking

It’s hard to get him to actually talk about the situation, but once you do he’ll tell you how he feels in a way that won’t make you feel guilty

It’s easier to talk to him about how you are doing and he’s a great listener, much better than expected

He tries to avoid being alone because that’s when the true sadness he holds comes out

He doesn’t really know how to express the amount of love he holds for you

You get lots of gifts because he doesn’t know how else to help you

Everyone is worried about him but he keeps pretending he’s okay because he doesn’t want to make things harder for you, and he knows that if he gives in to his sadness it will overtake him and he won’t be able to do anything anymore

He knows that you’re the love of his life, and not getting to spend the rest of his life with you makes him incredibly sad

He tries the make the most out of every second you spend together because he never knows if it’s the last

[bubblexxgoblin]

Bubba's Cuddles [cg!Deku x gn!crybaby!reader]

Warnings: not proof read at all, age regression as a coping mech, like 2nd or 3rd year Deku, reader being called pretty, mention of death, crying, like one line of "baby talk."

Summary: Deku and his pretty baby cuddling and skipping class after Deku gets hurt.

Deku began coming to after the latest class vs villains fight to the soft sound of sobbing and feeling of wet palms. He furrowed his eyebrows at the ceiling and his fingers flexed at an attempt to wipe his own palm.

A soft hiccup and gasp could be heard as a sobbing momentarily stopped and then came the soft voice of his darling. "Dede? Are you 'wake." He listened to the voice whispers softly leaning into his ear as to not be overheard. And he flexed his fingers again.

Which started back up Y/n's uncontrollable crying. "Dede! I thought you were dead-" their words begin to slur together like they did when little and they cut themself off with an ugly hiccup. Through shear force of will Deku peeked open an eye and glanced at his baby's face.

"hi pretty baby. Don't cry DeDe is ok baby, papa is ok." His voice dry and raspy from sleeping and from lack of hydration. Although his arm was short he still managed to reach up and pull y/n closer so they were face to face.

" papa-...i... thought you-" another ugly hiccup burst through your chest and you begin sobbing harder from happiness "D-DIED."

"oh no baby. I could never leave you." He sucked in air as his sore body sat up. "And he tugged y/n over to sit on his lap."

"you're-. You're hurt..."

"I've been in worse pain, baby. It wouldn't hurt, come on." Without much more need of convincing y/n clumbered themselves on to Deku's warm lap. Watching as he leaned his head back against the wall behind him, Y/n reached up to run their fingers through Deku's curls. "I can't wait to get out of here. We can get us a bath, and watch some cartoons." He smiled feeling y/n's fingers began to get more clumsy as he coaxed them into little space. "Just Papa and Bubba, yeah?"

"yeah." They whisper back. "Can we lay down please."

"nap time?"

"nuh nuh 'ust cuddles."

" ok bubba just cuddles."

[o0fyuu0o]

Was going through my files and found some ShinDeku drabble thing from a couple years ago, I’ll probably never finish it but yall can have it.

TW Anxiety attacks

The rain hadn’t always conjured such anxiety in him.

And, really it wasn't the rain in and of itself it was that loneliness it conjured, that inability to go out and pretend, if only for just a bit, that he was normal.

-

In Izuku’s earliest memories it had simply meant being stuck indoors and not running after Kaachan and his entourage, trailing behind them, always behind, but content with his place in their friend group. And then when those friendships had crumbled away, like so much ash in the wind, when Kaachan and his classmates had turned on him or just from him. When pity or scorn became the default for dealing with him…

When he had felt so desperately alone.

The rain had suddenly become so, so much more.

-

It is a distinct memory the first time he feels that crushing weight of anxiety.

He’s alone, not an unusual thing by now, old enough to be on his own and different enough that it has become the norm. It starts with an odd feeling like he can’t quite connect with himself, his mind left adrift as his body goes through the motions. It's disconcerting and the more he reaches to try and reconnect the more terror he feels with each failure. Every attempt and his stomach sinks, until he feels not quite nauseous but… something. Their spewed vitriol which had been brushing up against him all morning is suddenly such a loud cacophony in his head that it can not be ignored.

It loops and loops and loops and loops…

His hands start to shake and suddenly it's like every drop of rain is a physical blow, a heavy weight on his chest and abruptly he can't breathe. Hands fisted in his shirt and he collapses in on himself self taking gasping breaths, struggling to fill his empty lungs.

Hecan’tbreath.Hecan’tbreath.Hecan’tbreath.

His mother finds him some time later curled in a ball on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. Knowledgeable with her own panic attacks she guides him through his with gentle words and hands that despite their intent make him flinch.

From that day on their words, their mockery, and cruelty they circle him like word sharks. Sometimes they brush up against him as if to remind him that they were there, that at any time they could drag him down to their endless depths.

Other times they do just that.

Those days the rain will pitter and patter, and every drop will add to the clamor of voices in his head. Searing their opinions of him into his skin until its the only truth he knows.

Worthless.

Useless.

A Deku.

-

In the years that followed, all the way up until his fateful meeting with the Symbol of Peace, the rain had meant not jetting about Musutofu and its neighboring prefectures, not throwing himself into excited crowds watching and analyzing movement and the way heroes applied their quirks in dire situations. It meant actively occupying his mind, crushing that loneliness by hunching at his computer chair studying every pixel in excruciating detail, or sitting dangerously close to the TV, muttering and scribbling in equal measure. Exercising the one thing he had that could give him an edge, the only thing he had to use as a stepping stone towards his dreams.

Anything to keep the sharks at bay as they circled about, just waiting for him to slip up. And inevitably he would, perhaps not always, but it was enough for him to know he hated the rain and its crippling loneliness.

And his dreams, they too had been crushed, just as everything else in his life.

Even if only for a moment.

But it was enough.

They were words that would stick with him for a long time.

With their sharp biting teeth, they would drag him down in his darkest moments.

Down.

Down.

Down.

-

In the months of training leading up to the entrance exam, for the first in a long time rain hadn’t meant much of anything, as if All Might had stopped the torrent of self depredation with a few kind words to prop him up.

It was nice.

Even if the man's well-meaning “be realistic” was the most hurtful of all.

No. Rain had become just another element a hero had to contend with in the field. That had even been the excuse he had used once on Aizawa sensei, but only once since sensei had been less than impressed. “We have training facilities for this problem child, utilize them. Catching your death in unregulated conditions when there is no need is just illogical.”

And then the USJ happened.

And then Stain.

And then Kaachan…

And All Might…

There was no time to process, only react, so it built up like plaque on his psyche until its weight becomes too much to hold until he burst like an overfull dam.

-

Confined again. It was okay though, it was different now with the dorms, confinement no longer equaled isolation. No longer meant he was alone. He had friends now. It was different. It was okay. It was okay.

It wasn’t. It wasn’t. It wasn’t.

-

“You’re doing great Midoriya, just keep breathing, in one… two... three… four… hold….”

When the voice breaks through his panicked haze it's like being thrown a life-preserver, though the water is turbulent, deadly, and dangerous, the words they cling and hoist him up. His head is above water now and he can breathe. A few more – second? minutes? hours?- and Izuku feels a bit more stable, and a lot more exhausted. Its a herculean effort to lift his eyes and catch sight of his savior and moments more for it to click in place just who it is.

Droopy amethysts blink at him from a respectable distance, not too far and not too close, he's as disheveled as Izuku feels, indigo waves heavy laden with water curl about his face. An umbrella doing nothing against the torrent, clutched between his face and his shoulder leaving his long slender fingers free to move at a steady pace following the flow of his words. They're as transfixing to watch as his voice is to hear, a soothing lull that manages to fully ground him.

“Sh-Shinsou?”

His hands stall and his voice fades.

-

“Midoriya.”

Hitoshi had always loved the rain.

In his earliest memories, he can remember sitting on the porch with his mother, arm reaching out to let the little droplets hit his skin a wide grin stretched across his face, a melodic laugh adding a background track to his actions.

“Can you count them all Hitoshi?” It's a dumb question, of course, he can't even if it's only a gentle drizzle. But he’s a kid, and his mother is egging him on, and he’s not yet inhibited by the weighty words that will one day define him, seared into every bit of his being. So he shouts the numbers with unbridled joy stumbling a few times before being prompted with the correct sequence. 

They’re precious memories he clings to for most of his life, a singular bright spot he hoards to himself long after she’s gone.

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[writing-fanics]

(Izuku Midoryia) x Fem!Reader x Shoto Todoroki

(Katsuki!Reader)

It’s a two year age gap.. not really that bad

(Summary: Izuku’s biggest mistake was cheating on his best friends little sister)

(TW: aged up, angst, with kinda fluff ending, mentions of cheating, pregnancy, mentions of sexual activity, mentions of porn)

(Y/n is 19 .. Deku is 21..)

(Y/n) smiles happily, staring down at the positive pregnancy test in her hands. She’s always wanted to be a mother ever since she was little, and she’s finally going to be a mother. Deku the father they’ve been dating for almost four years, and are now going to be parents.

She finished her business in the bathroom. Making her way down the stairs, excitedly to tell her boyfriend she’s pregnant. “Zuku!” She exclaimed. Looking around for her green haired lover, looking around the apartment for him.

“Zuku?” She said once more. Her lips curling to the side, as she wondered where her boyfriend was, pulling out her phone she called him.

No answer..

Again..

No answer…

She sighed, deciding to just wait for him to get home. Walking towards the kitchen she started dinner. Wanting to have a romantic dinner to announce the new addition to their lives. Yet, hours went by and he still hadn’t returned home to his waiting girlfriend.

The dinner having now gone cold. Still waiting at the candle lit table waiting tirelessly. While twirling her fingers in the air playing with her quirk, “Where on earth is he?” She sighed. Pulling out her phone once more calling him again.

This time he answered, “Izuku! Where are you it’s late an-.” she stopped. Her stomach sank to her feet. This was some sick prank right, he’s just watching some adult video. Her entire body felt numb hearing the explicit noises escaping those familiar voices mouths.

She wanted to throw up reach her hand into the phone, and stop them. Tears brimmed her eyes as she placed her hand over her mouth, muffling the sobs that were wracking her body.

‘Oh, Deku~!’

She couldn’t bring herself to hang up, and what’s worse she could see it all. Instead of picking accept call. He clicked on facetime; so all she could see was her boyfriend of four years was cheating on her with Ochaco. Her best friend.

(Y/n) sobbed the phone slipping from her grasped, the screen cracking once it hit the floor. Just hearing the moans and the sound of slapping skin, broke her. She couldn’t breath her chest heaved uncontrollably, as her vision blurred. She heaved sweat running down the side of her head, as she threw up on the ground ruining the new rug she just bought.

Her skin paled as the sounds continued, it wasn’t until. “Shit shit shit shit! Y/n?! Oh fuck fuck fuck!” Izuku cursed. Noticing the camera on and his girlfriend on the ground, vomiting. His heart pounded against his chest as he realized what he had done, still a bit hungover from drinking but that doesn’t destroy the fact that he just cheated on his girlfriend.

Ochaco stayed silent, she knew that Izuku and (Y/n) were together. But the booze and the fact she still held feelings for him, got the better of her. He quickly got on his clothes, tripping as he struggled to put on his pants. As he rushed towards his and (Y/n)’s apartment.

(Y/n) whimpered, reaching towards her phone dialing her brother and Shoto. Hearing them answer and Katsuki hearing his sister cry he knew something was up, “Y/n! What happened?! What did he do to you?!” Katsuki shouted, already putting on his shoes running out the door to meet his sister.

“Sho, Katsuki.. H-He h-he cheated on me!” She wailed, sobbing and Katsuki’s eyes widened.

“He…..Did…..WHAT?!!!!”

And Shoto’s eyes widened as well. “I’m coming over!” Shoto shouted. Putting on his shoes and clothes.

Katsuki’s eyes twitches, “That asshole! When I see his ass I’m gonna!” He shouted angrily. “I-Im pregnant, I-I wanted to tell him over diner.” She whimpered.

Katsuki slammed opened the door running into the dinning room, and finding his sister on the ground sobbing. Shoto rushes in as well to comfort her, “H-He promised he’d never cheat on me. He gave me his word.” She screamed. Into Her brothers chest he wrapped his arms around his sister.

Shoto hated seeing her like this, the girl he’s loved for four years straight heartbroken, because her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend. “Tch, I meant what I said when I see that green haired piece of shit im-.”

“Y/n!” Izuku shouted, everyone turned towards the front door and saw the messy haired Izuku. His shirt on backwards and his pants barely staying up.

Katsuki gritted his teeth glaring at him, “You have some fucking nerve showing up here!” He shouted, standing to his feet stomping towards Izuku who looked down ashamed.

“I-I-I’m sorry, Y/n im so sorry I got drunk and Ochaco t-took me to her place an-.” Izuku stammered. Katsuki grabbed him forcefully but the collar of his shirt, pinning the already terrified Izuku to the wall.

“That’s my sister you piece of shit! Look what you did to her!” Katsuki shouted. Slamming him into the wall, Izuku stared at her tears in his eyes. “I-I’m sorry, I messed up I know please y/n I love you.” Izuku whimpered.

“Tch, drunk or not! It shouldn’t of happened! You should’ve known your limit!” Katsuki glared at who he once thought was his friend, someone he could trust to take care of his little sister. If something were to happen to him.

“I gave you my trust. My sister.. and you break that trust by doing the one thing I told you not to do!” Katsuki gritted his teeth.

Izuku sobbed, unable to look at the crying (Y/n) who was in the arms of Shoto. She stands to her feet and walks towards Izuku, “I want you gone by tomorrow morning. If you don’t want your stuff blown up by Katsuki.” She said blankly, her eyes showing no emotion.

“Y/n give me a second chance please I promise I won’t-,” Izuku begged, breaking out of Katsuki’s grasps and begging on all fours gripping her dress. The dress he bought her the night of their anniversary which was today.

She scoffed, “You know what makes this worse, the fact you cheated on our anniversary.” She said, glaring at him pushing him away.

“Take this filthy thing back!” She shouted. Ripping off the necklace he gave her four years ago, throwing it at his feet. Wiping the tears from her eyes. “Fuck you, Izuku Midoriya. You wanna be Japan’s Number One Hero! Well your going down the wrong path.” She s exclaimed.

“Get your shit and leave…… Now.” She snarled. He looked at her with the most heartbroken face ever. She didn’t care anymore she paid for this apartment. Izuku slowly made his way up the stairs, going into their once shared room and getting the essentials he’ll come back early in the morning to get everything else.

After five minutes he walks down the stairs holding a suitcase. Tears streaming down his cheeks, “I-I’m sorry, Y/n. I-.”

“Just leave.” She spat.

(Nine Months Later)

(Y/n) smiled, holding the newborn in her arms. “Hi, Ine.” She cooed. Shoto smiled, as he looked at the child. “She’s so beautiful Sho.” She exclaimed. Gently stroking the babies cheek with her finger.

“She is just like her mother.” He said, she smiled leaning up to kiss him on the lips. Even though Ine looked just like Izuku, and (Y/n) would never forgive him for that she’ll let him see his daughter. He has the right. But she’ll never try to rekindle what they once had.

“Thank you, Sho for being their for me.” She said, looking up at him. He smiled, leaning down to kiss her on the lips.

Bonus…

Katsuki looks at the baby and cringes, “How, could that thing come out of you it’s too cute to be your child y/n!” Katsuki said, and (Y/n) glared at him and folded her arms.

Ine stared at her uncle curiously, cooing and reaching up towards him. His heart melted as he scooped her into his arms. Holding his niece was the best moment of his life, also seeing how happy his sister was with Shoto.

[fang-wife]

nothing on my brain except for edging deku. making him shake and writhe beneath u while he’s just a whiny mess, clinging onto u for dear life while u keep bringing him to the edge, only to stop shortly before he comes. wanna make him cry.

i squeaked when i saw this in my inbox 

it’s already well-known that deku is such a crybaby. it’s always been that way, ever since he was in highschool. he cried when he won his first hero award - sobbed into his hands like a baby in front of inko and allmight and the rest of japan. when he feels any bit of emotion, he ends up letting little stray tears.

and maybe he’s something of a masochist for letting you touch him like this. pretty boy like him with his shorts tugged down his thighs, your hands fisted around his cock. the head is thick and turned purple - it looks like it aches as you pump him lazily. he’s holding onto whatevers closet. your old stuffed animals, the bed sheets, your shoulders or his own thighs, nails digging into the skin. 

how long has it been you’ve started? he can’t remember the time and it’s too hard to see with salty tears pooling in his lashes. his mouth is dry. he’s hiccupping and drooling - saliva running down his chin and neck. he looks so messy. 

“please, please ― !” 

“please what?” 

he fucks up into your hand - the muscles in his thighs and hips burning. his desperation is so wholly overwhelming, his stomach aches, skin buzzing. his nerves are completely fried and you still look so unbothered, almost bored by the whole thing. it’s making his head spin. 

“i can’t ― it feels like it’s gonna break, please just let me,” 

an uncontrollable sob hits him as he feels his orgasm get so so close. just a little more, just a little bit more and he would be able to - 

he screams silently when the warmth of your hand is replaced by a cold rush of air. shaking his head as he feels his orgasm disappear and fizzle out into nothingness, his voice shakes. 

“nononono! please!” 

you smile at him pleasantly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“sorry, izuku - i just don’t think you’ve earned it yet” 

and he’s crying again, loud and mean. such a pretty lil crybaby 

[bokunosoul]

Class 1 - a finding out reader has an

abusive family ft.multiple UA teachers

TW : Mentions of abuse, blood, s-icide and pure angst.

They wouldnt actually first not until you started coming to school late having a exausted face.

Everyone in the class is worried like : 😟 and you were like : 😄✨"no im fine." s̶i̶k̶e̶ they wouldn't budge tho.

They probably would just think your stressed out and uraraka would try to cheer you up.

One time you come in to class looking like this : 🤕 aizawa asked why you have a bandage on your head you just answered akwardly "Oh! its just i hit ny head hard when i was training 😄 i'm really clumsy thanks for worrying tho."

You just smiled at them and acted as if nothing happened.

One time you left for early in lunch and just went to went straight to the classroom (you left your phone in the table and there were so many vulgar texts from as well as death threats coming from her family)out of curiosity hagakure reads them and then tells iida.

Example : You are a nasty b-tch!,You should'nt have been born!,Your a disgraceful sl-t!,K-ll yourself already! we don't need you!You look pathethic in those scars!

Iida and the whole class went straight to the teachers office and tells them what actually is going on with y/n's life.

Momo and the girls is actually in the verge of tears while telling the teachers what going on meanwhile iida cant help but to stutter while explaining on the other teachers.

Afterall iida is the class rep. making sure everyone in the class is okay.

Allmight and the other teachers are alarmed on what they read and immidiately confiscated y/n's phone.

The teachers as well as principal nezu and the students comes rushing in to Class 1 - a's classroom and caughts you redhanded while you were treating your fresh wounds .

You laughed nervously and you said nervously that you tripped earlier at a quirk test.

"LIES!" aizawa yells in his booming voice.

The girls started crying and bakugo is yelling that who has been doing this to you e̶v̶e̶n̶t̶h̶o̶h̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶s̶y̶o̶u̶r̶a̶n̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶x̶t̶r̶a̶.

You finally sighed and started sobbing uncontrollably "I JUST DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO GODDAMNIT I JUST WISHED THAT I NEVER EXISTED!" you yelled while frustratingly pulling your hair as your wounds started to get bloody.

Everyone the room is : 😟😭😣🤧 deku is also crying aoyama's i cant stop twinkling look faded and looks like this 😟.

Todoroki would be like FIRST TIME?😁🤪😶 but bijj his face would look like this 😔 he's been through also like you did.

Even allmight's iconic smile faded as soon as he saw you frustratedly sobbing .

Aizawa is infuriated to your parents like arent parents supposed to support their child.

Present mic's chaotic energy went from top to wap.

Allmight will hug you and you will end up ruining his suit with blood,sweat and tears and most off all your s̶n̶o̶t̶ 😃.

Principal nezu assured you that your parents would be punished accordingly and will take temporary custody of you until he figures out the solution to your problem b̶e̶s̶t̶p̶r̶i̶n̶c̶i̶p̶a̶l̶e̶v̶e̶r̶.

Your classmates would be 🤧😟😭 iida is biting his lip to not let out a whimper spoiler : h̶e̶s̶t̶a̶r̶t̶e̶d̶c̶r̶y̶i̶n̶g̶w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶

a̶k̶w̶a̶r̶d̶l̶y̶m̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶t̶h̶o̶s̶e̶h̶a̶n̶d̶g̶e̶s̶t̶u̶r̶e̶s̶.He's just basically worried about you he feels that he failed being an class representative.

You said that he's not and you thanked him because you finally are free from your parents captivity.

Shoto's mind : w̶h̶a̶t̶ a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ m̶e̶?😟.

Bakugou would be mad at you for not opening up mina,sero,kirishima and denki tried to stop him tho.

The girls would hug you and encourages you tha you are safe now while being like this : 🤧 after crying.

Aizawa would let you have a 1 week break out of school to settle things down h̶e̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶p̶r̶o̶b̶a̶b̶l̶y̶h̶a̶v̶e̶a̶n̶s̶o̶f̶t̶s̶p̶o̶t̶ f̶o̶r̶y̶o̶u̶s̶i̶n̶c̶e̶y̶o̶u̶v̶e̶g̶o̶n̶e̶t̶h̶r̶o̶u̶g̶h̶a̶l̶o̶t̶.

Sato would bake you a cake to make you feel better and everyone in the class would be have a soft spot for you e̶v̶e̶n̶b̶a̶k̶u̶g̶o̶u̶ s̶h̶s̶h̶h̶s̶h̶s̶h̶🤧💕.

Note : the gif is note mine a̶n̶d̶s̶o̶a̶r̶e̶y̶o̶u̶

ORIGINALLY by : bokunosoul

[fantasyiswaybetterthanreality]

Eri: Lullabies (It’ll All make sense again)

A/N: This can either be seen as a sibling or parental relationship. This song is this fic is Secret for the mad by Dodie. Here’s the song: https://youtu.be/UdE1nJPqiSg

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It was late and you should’ve been asleep, but instead you were laying in bed with the light out watching youtube videos. That is until you heard a timid knock on your door. 

You set your phone down on the nightstand, toss a robe over your pajamas, and pad softly over to the door.

You open the door and look in both directions down the hall before a small sniffle makes you look downwards.

There stood Eri in a soft lavender nightgown. What was she doing here? Isn’t her room near Aizawa's?

You hear a sniffle and notice that she’s crying. Your caring instincts kick in and you crouch down and look at her. “Hey, hey. What’s going on?” You ask in a soft, soothing voice.

Eri sniffles again. “I had a nightmare. I-it was scary, and I didn’t want to be alone, but I didn’t know where else to go.” Her sniffs turn into quiet sobs as tears start to flow uncontrollably.

You quickly and quietly scoop her up and bring her into your room. Rubbing her back comfortingly, you set her on the edge of your bed. “I’m gonna make some hot chocolate, okay?” You ask, gently wiping the tears off her face.

Eri nods and you whip up some cheap, instant hot chocolate that you keep on hand. Crouching down and holding a mug out to her, you inquire, “Do you want to talk about the nightmare?” 

She shakes her head and you nod, “Okay.” You stand up and then sit on the edge of the bed next to her. For a while neither of you said anything, the only sounds of the room being the fan and the quiet slurps of hot chocolate.

“My dream was about uh- him.” Eri starts unexpectedly, thankfully you managed to keep a calm demeanor while sipping your drink. “I dreamt I was back in my room there. I thought that everything here was a dream. Then O-Overhaul came and told me he had gotten rid of everybody and that it was my fault that they were gone.” By now, she’s shaking and trembling. “And when I woke up, I couldn’t remember where I was, so I ran out of my room. I kept running until I was in front of your door. I’m sorry if I bothered you.” She says that part so quietly that you almost don’t hear it, but you do, and you vow that you'll help her feel better, even if it’s for just one night. 

Listening to her cry, you start to quietly hum. After a few moments, you take a deep breath.

I’ve got a secret for the mad. You start singing, wrapping an arm around Eri’s shoulders and rubbing her arms comfortingly.

In a little bit of time, it won’t hurt so bad.

And I get that I don’t get it… 

You nudge her chin with a finger and have her look at you.

But you will burn right now, but then you won’t regret it.

Eri looks at you with curious, sad, confused eyes.

You’re not gonna believe a word I say. 

You lean down and rest your forehead against hers. 

What’s the point in just drowning another day?

And I get that I don't get it

You lift your head and move to cup Eri’s cheeks in your palms

But the world will show you that you won't regret it.

You move from the edge of the bed to crouch on the floor in front of her. 

Little things, all the stereotypes

They're gonna help you get through this one night

And there will be a day

When you can say you're okay and mean it

She looks at you and gives a tremulous smile. Smiling softly back, you stand up and move your empty hot chocolate mugs to your desk. 

There's nothing to do right now but try.

You step over to your mirror and unstick a picture pinned on the wall.

There are a hundred people who will listen to you cry.

You hand the photo to Eri, and she studies a picture of you, her, Deku, Lemillion, and Aizawa in the midst of attempting to bake something. She looks back up to you, inquisitively.

And I get that they don't get it,

You plop down onto the bed and pull her into a huge hug. She drops the picture and it flutters to the floor, while immediately starting to squeeze back. You can feel the tears flowing from her eyes, getting your shirt wet. 

But they love you so much that you won't regret it.

You're at the bottom, this is it.

You gently rock her back and forth. 

Just get through, you will be fixed. 

You shift her to be facing you. You wipe her tears and cup her face. 

And you think that I don't get it…

You shrug out of your robe and toss it on the floor. Now left in a tank top and shorts, Eri can see the multitude of scars that litter your torso and upper arms from previous fights and battles. Scars that are normally covered with your regular wardrobe.

But I burned my way through, and I don't regret it. 

Eri lightly traces a few scars with one hand. You gently claspe it and give it a squeeze. You shift again and open your arms as an invitation for her to cuddle next to you. She scoots closer and tucks herself under your arm.

Little things, all the stereotypes

They're gonna help you get through this one night. 

And there will be a day

When you can say you're okay and mean it. 

By now, you’ve started to gently brush Eri’s hair with your fingers. Her breaths are calm and slow, and you know it’s a matter of time before she falls asleep.

I promise you it'll all make sense again… 

I promise you it'll all make sense again… 

I promise you it'll all make sense again… 

I promise you it'll all make sense again.

As you finish singing, you look down and notice Eri is fast asleep. You spend some time watching her, making sure she won’t wake up, before shifting her over to one of your pillows. 

You shift and squirm to be laying down as you pull the covers up, covering both you and Eri in the process. 

You yawn and throw an arm over Eri and pull her closer to you. You protectively tuck her into your chest and slowly drift off to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bonus~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Some time later, you hear your door open and footsteps enter your room. You're too tired and sleepy to open your eyes, but you feel part of your bed dip down as a hand gently ruffles your hair. 

“Thanks for taking care of her,” You hear Aizawa say, barely registering his presence through your sleep-clouded mind. 

You give a small, light groan as a response and you hear a deep chuckle before the weight from the side of the bed lifts and your bedroom door opens and shuts again.

You squeeze Eri a little tighter and she subconsciously snuggles closer to you.

[jessie9008]

Coffee and Bread

Hey guys so this is my first fanfic ever so I really hope you enjoy it!!!! I based some of it on my life. Sorry if it sucks. 

Summary: Y/N’s grandpa had recently just passed away and they have been really sad and no one from class 1-A has been able to make her feel better. Until little Eri comes in and wants to make Y/N’s sadness go away. Eri thinks of YN as an older sibling so she really wants to cheer YN up. 

(Sorry if I’m bad at summaries)

Word Count: 1.6K 

Contains: Mentions of death and a little bit of angst but with a happy ending!!!

Coffee and Bread 

It has been 3 weeks since the passing of YN’s grandpa, and it feels that their heart has been torn to pieces. YN has worked so hard to make their grandfather proud, but now that he's gone there is no point to continuing. Being once filled with ambition, they are now hollow. They’ve locked themselves in their room, unable to go outside because everywhere they look they see their grandpa. Leading to them refusing to speak  to anyone in fear of breaking down and looking weaker than they already do now. Many of their classmates wonder what is going on with their friend’s head wishing that they can help them through this difficult time. All YN is able to do now is replay all the memories of their grandfather in their head day and night with tears streaming down their face. YN is drowning in endless pain, desperately reaching out for salvation even when knowing that nothing or no one will be able to make them feel happy again. 

Mina stared at YN’s door taking a deep breath before she knocked.  “Hey YN the whole class is going to the mall just to hang out, why don’t you come with us?”  she asked.  

I stared at the door with sunken eyes, licked my chapped lips and whispered “No thank you”. I curled deeper into my blankets hoping that Mina would understand that I don’t want to go out. 

“YN you’ve been in your room for days now, you need to go out and get some fresh air”

“Please Mina I just want to be left alone” I begged. “I know you are hurting YN, but we are here to help you. You shouldn’t be suffering all by yourself” Mina pleaded. 

I yelled back “please just leave me alone” 

There was silence on the other side of the door. Mina let out a tired sigh and walked away in defeat.

I let out a tired sigh, relieved that she finally left me alone. I walked to my balcony to see what the outside looked like. I opened up my blinds and winced at how bright it is.  It looks so beautiful outside, it reminded me of how my grandpa would set up a table outside on days like these, turn on his radio, and pull out a deck of cards to play a game of war. This memory brought tears to my eyes. It hurts so much, all I think about is him, and how I won’t be able to hear his laugh, see his smile, or feel his hug. Why did he have to leave me so soon? It’s not fair he was supposed to see me graduate, give me the biggest hug and tell me how proud he is that I’m going to be a pro hero. I just wished that I could have said goodbye, and told him that I loved him one more time. I let out another sob, my knees grow weak, and I fall to the ground. I look up at my ceiling closing my eyes as I cry myself to sleep. 

Timeskip

Midoriya places the plate of food in front of YN’s door after getting no response from them. He walks back to his classmates with a defeated look. Eri looks up from her plate and  notices that YN isn’t with them eating dinner. She goes up to Midoriya with a confused face. 

“Deku why isn’t YN eating dinner with us?” Midoriya crouched down to Eri’s level “YN is really sad right now. They lost their grandpa, and he meant a lot to them.” 

“Will their grandpa come back soon so they can be happy again?” Midoriya gives her a sad look, “YN grandpa passed away, so he won’t be able to come back to make YN happy.” 

With a determined look on her face “Well if their grandpa can’t make them happy anymore then I’ll be the one to do it.” A small smile spreads on Midoriya’s face, “Maybe you will make them happy again.” He stood up and held out his hand to Eri, and he led her to the dining room so they could have dinner. While eating Eri decided that once she finished her food, she would go to YN’s room to cheer her up. 

Once finished Eri ran to put her dish in the sink, and rushed towards YN’s room. She stood in front of the door and took a deep breath in. Her small hands grabbed on to the door knob and slowly opened the door. She quietly closed the door and walked towards YN. She can hear their quiet sobs and it breaks her heart that they are hurting all alone. She climbs onto their bed and lays next to them, Eri pulls YN into a hug and they start to sob uncontrollably. “It’s okay YN, I know you miss him, but I am here to take care of you” she softly pats their head. “Can you tell me about your grandpa? I want to hear all your stories about him.” YN looked up at the young girl and gave her a weak smile “Okay” They went into a sitting position, now Eri is leaning against them. YN clears their throat “When I was about your age I used to sleepover at my grandpa’s every weekend. Around 5 in the morning he would wake me up with a big cup of coffee and some bread, and he would turn on the TV to our favorite show. Once we finished our coffee and bread, he would put everything and go outside so we could water his plants. This is one of my favorite memories of him.” YN’s voice cracked in the end. “He was such an amazing person. He is the main reason why I want to become a hero because all he did was help others and try to bring a smile to their face.” Tears were streaming down YN’s face and Eri pulled them into a hug. Eri rubbed YN’s back gently putting her into a deep sleep. She got off their bed and started to plan out how to make YN happy. 

Eri heads to Mr. Aizawa’s room “Mr. Aizawa can you help me with something?” He looked up from his computer, “Of course what do you need help with?” 

“YN has been really sad and I want to make them happy. They just told me that their grandpa and them would wake up early to eat coffee and bread and watch their favorite show. Can you help me make the coffee?’’

With a small smile on his face “How about we make you both hot chocolate instead because you are still too young to drink coffee.” 

With a big smile on her face Eri exclaimed “Okay”

Time Skip 

The next morning comes and Eri wakes up with a determined look on her face. She jumped out of bed, and woke up Aizawa so he could heat up some hot chocolate and make toast for her and YN. Eri goes to the common room and places a couple of blankets and pillows on the couch to use while they watch some morning cartoons. Once Aizawa put the toast and hot chocolate on the table, Eri ran up to YN’s dorm room. Once in front of the door Eri knocked very timidly. YN groans at the light knocking, and gets up from her warm bed. They cracked the door open to see Eri staring at them with bright eyes and a smile. 

“Good morning YN! Can you come with me to the common room please? I have a surprise for you!” Eri exclaimed. 

YN let out a small sigh and nodded. Eri excitedly grabbed their hand and led them to the common area. As they enter the common area YN notices the toast and hot coco on the coffee table and a bundle of blanket and pillows on the couches. They look down at Eri with a confused look on her face and ask “What's all this?”

Eri smiled wide “This is to cheer you up, I wanted to remake one of your memories that you had with your grandpa. Do you like it?” 

YN smiled at the young girl with tears in her eyes, and hugged the young girl, “I love it thank you so much” 

Eri giggled and led them to the couch to get under the covers and watch cartoons. YN sat down and Eri climbed onto their lap and pulled the blanket over them. 

“Thank you so much Eri, this really nice, it makes me feel like I am with my grandpa.” 

“I’m glad you like it YN! If you want we can do this every weekend?”

“I would love that Eri”

Eri smiled and cuddled into YN's chest and started to eat her toast and drink her hot coco. 

After a couple of minutes Aizawa enters the common area to check on them and he notices them fast asleep on the couch, he smiles slightly and starts to pick up the mugs and plates. He goes to the couch and places another blanket over the two sleeping children and heads back to his room to go back to bed. 

[yanderenightmare]

Hieeeee, just read ur last post and loved it, but it got me thinking how would BNHA Yanderes react to a darling who FAKES Stockholm syndrome?

HEADCANNONS!

FAKE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere-themes, DUBCON/NONCON elements, abuse, profanity, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, mind control

YANDERE ! BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

Let’s start with our Bakuboy. He’ll know what she’s doing from the get-go, and tease her for it. He’ll applaud her efforts, however dishonesty is not something he’s aiming for and will therefor refrain from taking advantage of her seemingly bendable mood. And mockery is such a good way to make the wolf come back out from under its sheep’s clothing, especially with how vulgar and descriptive and clever his quips are. He can’t blame her for how she’s unable to hide the flickering flames rising behind her eyes as they grow slimmer, narrowing until she’s fully scowling at him in such an adorable fuming stance. How could he possibly desire fake affection over this display? Of her balling her fists by her sides, fighting with every nerve set on fire to keep her outburst at bay, but he can see it building and bubbling until she explodes in feral viscous and useless wrath. Curled fingers coming to rake and claw and rip the skin from off his face, and it’s so very satisfying to hold her down and laugh at her futile struggles beneath him. Bloody hell, of course it’s way better than any forced affection.

YANDERE ! DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

Dabi won’t be suspicious, because the Stockholm syndrome is most likely a real display and if it isn’t it soon will be. He just has that effect, that good cop bad cop vibe, whereas on the one hand he’ll make his darling sob and quake in pure unrelenting uncontrollable fear, however on the other hand, whence he’s scared her good enough, he’ll coo and stroke loving pets over her hair, calming her down. It’s a good strategy. She’ll become rigid without him, unstable, sporadic. He won’t take her reliance as affection, not yet, he knows better. But dependence is not too far away from love. At least not in his mind. Besides, feeling her crawl up beside him in bed, limbs shaking as small smooth hands wrap around and touch ever so softly on his scarred flesh, feeling needed can almost feel better than feeling loved.

YANDERE ! SHIGARAKI TOMURA

Tomura knows his darling is a survivor and he doesn’t mind when that survival instinct shifts from being all claws and fangs and growling to playing dead. Whatever’s easiest for him to deal with is just fine with him, and perhaps if she’s not always screaming and fighting and complaining and just all over tiring both herself and him out, she’ll realize how it’s not all that bad. He’ll definitely take advantage and make her play videogames with him, before doing anything nasty, not wanting to break the shell he knows is too thin to handle him and his hands and tongue on her body. The door is locked so he doesn’t have to keep his guard up and when she asks all cute in what she thinks doesn’t sound like the epitome of suspicious of whether or not they can’t leave his room, he’ll happily show her around the base, watching as the veil fractures upon her understanding of how well hidden and secure her imprisonment with him truly is, he’ll watch in somewhat sadistic glee as she crumbles into a defeated little thing, stuck someplace between knowing how fighting and escape is useless and not wanting to do give in entirely, gradually moving on to becoming used to her new life with him, pleasing him, loving him, just the way he wants it.

YANDERE ! SHINSO HITOSHI

Hitoshi doesn’t like it. It makes him feel bad. Makes him feel as though his darling is trying her best to please him even though he wants nothing more than her in all her honesty. He’s got a clear grasp on the human psyche to see dishonesty from miles away and he never welcomes it, he’ll endure it for the most part when it comes to others but never enjoy it. When it comes to his darling, it is definitely not something he’ll encourage. He’ll call her out, nearly tell her to quit, maybe even use his quirk and demand full honesty. However, him telling her to act is entirely different. If he’s initiating the game, he’ll enjoy himself thoroughly. Make her say things, do things, feel things she’d never do on her own. But it’s a game, not reality, and the pleasure is very much real on both sides in the end. She can’t lie to him.

YANDERE ! TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Keigo knows. It’s not real, and he knows that. He’s encouraged pretending on those days where he’s been desperate enough for a mere counterfeit shred of her affection, but his darling is feral, it’s her nature and it’s not easily contained. So, deep down he knows, and therefor has his guard up, yet not refraining from enjoying the, what he knows to be temporary, peace. Silence is not something to be taken for granted when coming from his darling, neither is soft heavenly touches or smiles or anything but scowls for that matter. It feels so impossibly good to hear her laugh at one of his awful jokes, despite knowing it to be utter bullshit. He’s become very good at pretending, it’s only fair for her to do so too. He knows it won’t last forever, she’ll crack at some point upon the realization that there is no way for her to escape and he’s preparing for it, but he stills humors and hold onto the hope that perhaps she’s tired too, that she sees it’s not the most awful situation ever, that it can be, if she wants it, a good life, despite it being chosen for her.

YANDERE ! MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Izukiu thinks it’s cute. He doesn’t really view It as lying, yet behaving, finally behaving like the good little girl he knew she was deep down behind the death glare and foul words. Behavior is such an important thing, something that he’s taken his good time in cultivating in his darling. Virtues and morals and rules, must be followed. She’s become so good at biting her tongue and rendering her outbursts to mere trembles, but what more she’s become good at going out of her way to please him. Dressing herself in Pro Hero Deku merch, large hoodies that seem to drape her like a tent. She’s so cute, even as she flinches when he brings her hand up to her face only to stroke away the betrayal of a stray tear running down her cheek, the only crack in her composure. She’ll smile and he’ll realize what a great teacher he is, seeing those eyes sparkle like plastic preforming as diamonds. He knows she’ll grow to like it for real someday, but settling for her growing into her role is satisfying enough for now.

YANDERE ! CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

Kai hates lies. Dishonesty is a foul and disgusting sin plaguing the earth that has now taken home with its vile boils festering inside his darling. It will not be tolerated. He demands full candidness, anything less is unacceptable, impure, revolting. Even if she has nothing nice to say, he would still prefer it over what vile treacherous words she can force out from between her teeth, words laced with atrocious intent. The fact that she’s so terrible at hiding it helps, words spoken as though they’re stillborn, the sick having taken them before leaving her mouth, lacking everything and anything sept for nerves when dropped in the air. It all proves to him how she’s too pure to ever pull off the ghastliness that lying craves. Too innocent. She’s not like him. He will keep it that way.

YANDERE ! TODOROKI SHOTO

Shoto enjoys the performance. It’s an artform. The lies, the forced smiles, the fake laughs, the willful touches holding back the desire to fight. He’s seen theatrics but never this up close, never as both audience and partaking member. He always thought dancing could be done in more ways than one, turns out she thinks so too. First: they fought and it was a brutal form of dance, then they made love and it would vary from being just as brutish as the battle leading up to it or a soft type of dancing. But now she’s the one asking for his hand, she’s the one initiating the dance. Who would he be to refuse? When he constantly makes her participate in his games, only fair, only right, to humor her antics too.

[katsukis-sad-angel]

yes plz

omg can i plz get a scenario where some villains capture and torture (y/n) and then boom boom boi rescues them, but they still have nightmares about it so boom boom boi comforts them and cuddles them and tells him that he’ll protect them. sooooo swoony UwU

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Absoultely!!! Thank you so much for the cute prompt, I actually had some fun with this despite the actual prompt lol. I hope it’s what you were looking for!!

warnings: heavy angst, heavy fluff, soft baku for the soul, mentions of blood, gore, abuse, vomit, panic attacks, character death, bakugou and the reader are married, my trash writing

word count: 1K

Seven months.

Seven months since your release from the year-long nightmare that continued to haunt you even as your husband held you firmly against his chest in your queen-sized bed.

It was hot. He was hot. There was just too much heat all over you, the weighted blanket, Katsuki’s muscled arms crossed over your heaving stomach, his chest pressed against your back for support, and the summer night outside… you felt like you were being suffocated in the measures taken to help you.

Katsuki immediately noticed your change in breathing and allowed you to squirm away from him and sit up before emptying the contents of your stomach into a preplaced bowl on the floor next to the bed.

He scrambled to sit up and grab your waist so you wouldn’t fall off the mattress in your lightheaded state. When you were finished, you started crying, the burning ache in your throat becoming almost too much to bear.

Gentle hands wiped your mouth and coarse thumbs wiped away your tears. He wanted to avoid a panic attack at all costs so he took you with him to get you a glass of water.

It must’ve been quite a spectacle, once a high-ranking pro-hero reduced to carrying his sobbing, mentally scarred wife into the kitchen of their apartment to get her a glass of water to soothe her protesting stomach and burning throat.

But if you could see his face, there was nothing but concern and determination in his now gentle vermillion irises. 

The images and words that flashed through your head weren’t helping either; a deeply scarred male pressing flaming palms to your skin, searing the flesh until it sizzled, no remorse, no hesitation, only ringing laughter while you screamed and pleaded for mercy. A small blond girl, nearly a child, dragging her knife along your naked body as she questioned you. But every time you refused to give her an answer, her wrist would flick and a cut would form on your thigh or your arm or your cheek and she would shriek with laughter at your cries. Being beaten with anything available until your bruised skin gave way and blood seeped out and puddled on the floor, dragging your body through pools of your own blood and vomit as you tried to get away from your next undeserved punishment, watching someone else use brute strength to break your fingers-

You tried to listen to Katsuki’s soft, encouraging words, you valiantly attempted to sip the water you were given, but the air pushing in around you was cold now and your tender scars weren’t having it.

“Come on babycakes, I know you can hear me,” Came his gruff, sleepy murmur, “Look at me, focus those pretty eyes on me honey, it’s just you and me.”

The heart beating rapidly in your ears, the bitter cold sinking hits claws into every pore on your body, the crushing thoughts of your woes… everything simply paused when you locked eyes with him.

Soon the warmth of his fingertips lifting your chin defeated the tyranny of the chill keeping you locked in place and a comfortable heat spread down to your toes. The cool water that seemed lodged in your esophagus, went down easily and you let him help you with another sip.

“Nightmare again?” He asked, pulling you into his lap, “What did the therapist tell you to do when that happens?”

His words weren’t hurtful or condescending in any way, he just wanted you to be able to know what to do while he was away. What if you had a panic attack while he was in the shower? What if he was at the store and your nap had taken a turn for the worst?

You wilted, guilt stabbing your heart as you noticed the bags under his eyes. “T-To look around, find all the things that are around me and compare them to the bad place. Then I’ll know I’m safe unless I’m not.” 

Your hoarse whisper and correct answer earned you a nod and a smile, “I know you don’t think about it, especially when you’re in the middle of an attack, but we need to work on them ok? That was the fastest time it’s taken you to listen to my voice and calm down though, I’m very proud of you.”

He squeezed your hands reassuringly, “You’re getting better babygirl, it’ll all be over soon,” He promised, “I’m so happy you’re here with me, I must’ve cried every day you were gone until I finally had you in my arms again. I love you so goddamn much, you don’t even know.”

“You’ve stayed with me, you gave up your dream for me, you haven’t given up on me and refuse to let me give up on myself… I never expected you to stay behind with me while your friends move up the ranks, I expected you to leave like anyone else with goals would. But you didn’t. And you’re here…” You said in a raspy murmur, arms locked around his neck.

“Sssh, don’t strain yourself bunny. Remember what the therapist said, breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth.” He responds, “Do three for me ok? Crying dehydrates you, you gotta stop.”

“I… I just love you so much.”

You miss the uncontrollable smile that pokes his mouth because he had your head resting over his shoulder, but you felt him squeeze you a little tighter, the simple action bringing a watery smile to your own features.

You spent the next half hour going through your breathing exercises, some physical therapy for your damaged muscles (also to help you sleep), and you watched a detective show in his lap on the couch while he braided your hair.

When it was over, your husband carried you back to bed and tucked you into his chest under a few sheets and settled down, thumb brushing your freshly washed cheek affectionately.

“Feeling ok?” He whispers and you nod, reaching up to twist your fingers into his hair and pull him down for a tentative kiss.

You giggle when he pulls away, cheeks tinted pink.

It had been so long since you shared an actual kiss.

“So cute,” He murmured, “I could never replace you, not for all the money Deku got when that All Might bastard died. You’re worth more to me than oxygen itself, got it?”

You nod and pull his pretty face down for another kiss.

Slowly but surely, you knew, but someday everything would be ok again.

[ochabestgirl]

I have so many good ideas and prompts for fanfiction, and I HAVE tried my had at writing, but it never turns out how I’m wanting it to. I would love for an experienced fanfic writer who loves kachako, to maybe feel inspired to write a specific prompt that has been in my head for years.

So the story starts out with an established Katsuki and Ochako relationship.

Ochako hasn’t been feeling her best, with fatigue and weakness, wt loss, easily getting winded which has been putting a dent in her hero training. Ochako has never wanted to be a burden on anyone, so she keeps how she’s been feeling to herself, brushing off any concerns from her friends and teachers, saying she’s just been overworking herself as an excuse.

Things then take a turn for the worst when she passes out after giving blood at the yearly blood drive that pops up at UA every November. Nobody really thinks anything of it, since it is a normal reaction to donating blood. She wakes up in recovery girls office 4 hours later with a passed out Katsuki in the chair next to her bed. He wakes up and is worried but she eases his worries and sends him back to his dorm room after recovery girl comes in to check up on her. Once their alone, she informs her that after running a few tests on some of the blood she had donated, they discovered that her labs showed an increased in the number of leukocytes which point to one think, leukemia.

Recovery girl wants her to run more tests and have a bone marrow biopsy to confirm and come up with a treatment plan but Ochako is in denial. She can’t possibly accept the fact that all her hard work the last two years at UA could all be for nothing, so she goes harder than ever and does her best to hide it from everyone, including Katsuki.

After getting pared up with Kirishema for a class hero project, Ochako starts having worse symptoms, like bleeding gums and nose bleeds. Recovery girl says that this is a sign of worsening leukemia so she gives her an ultimatum, she either go’s to get her biopsy done or she was going to tell Her teachers, HIPAA be damned.

Reluctantly she agrees, but on the days following, Kirishema notices that she’s been slacking and feels frustrated to be the only one doing the work. On the day of her biopsy, she dips out of training early. Kirishema, having had enough, confronts her saying it wasn’t fair to him if she wasn’t going to take their assignment seriously. Ochako ends up having a compleat meltdown saying, “ you wanna know what’s not fair, I have cancer!” Kirishema in shock tries to respond but she cuts him off “ I’m going to my first bone biopsy today, that’s why I had to leave early, I’m going through this alone, but I’m sorry if all of this is an inconvenience to you!” Tears rolling down her face she turns on her heals and walks away, leaving Kirishema standing there speechless.

After a few moment he takes off to recovery girl desperately looking for answers, now extremely worried about his friend. He grills her for answers. Recovery girl, not able to give him much information, tells him what she can. That Ochako isn’t wanting to tell anyone or be compliant, and where her biopsy is taking place.

Ochako is on the table and they are about to start but before they even take out the needle a nurse walks in and whispers something to the dr. He nods his head and the nurse leaves. She doesn’t thank anything about it, until the door opens and Kirishema walks in. She is confused. “I couldn’t let you go through this alone.” He says shrugging his shoulders with a wary look on his face and tears in his eyes.

He sits by her side holding her hand and brushing his fingers through her hair as she gasps and cries in pain. Tears both running down their faces.

* I don’t have much in between this part and the next. Mostly just Katsuki  worrying to death, seeing the bruising on Ochako body and the amount of weight she has lost, not to mention her lethargic behavior, and Kirishema wanting to tell him what’s been going on but not being able to because it wasn’t his place. Ochako swearing him to secrecy, wanting to be the one to tell him but not feeling ready, so she keep putting it off.*

Kirishema has enough when Ochako passes out during breakfast, right in the middle of eating. Katsuki beside himself with anxiety and worry, urging her to take it easy. Ochako looks at Kirishema, noticing the terrified look on his face and excuses herself to go to her dorm room, but not without giving her boyfriend a calming kiss saying she was going to take a nap. Katsuki watch’s her disappear through the elevator doors, with a hopeless look on his face. Kirishema has made up his mind and sneaks off after breakfast to confront Ochako.

They end up getting into an argument and Kirishema says that she has to the end of the week to tell Katsuki or he was going to and storms out of her room, leaving Ochako sitting on her bed staring off into space completely spent with the day already.

Katsuki comes up after cleaning up the dining area to find Ochako passed out rather uncomfortable looking on her bed. He adjusts her to where her head is on her pillow and draws the covers up over her shoulders. She is shivering so he looks for another blanket in her dresser drawers only to find a large plastic bag full of an assortment of colorful pills. (Ochako put them in a plastic bag so she could hide them better.)

Completely shook, thinking that Ochako has a drug problem, he takes the pills and leaves, and in typical Katsuki fashion with no warning or tact, confronts Ochako in the common room after dinner in front of all his classmates. Completely consumed with worry, frustration, anger, concern and sadness, he doesn’t even think that he probably shouldn’t have approached it the way he did, but he was too desperate to care.

He throws the bag of pills out on the coffee table in front of Ochako. “Care to explain why I found a bag of pills in your dresser?” He asks with so much tension he is shaking a little bit. “I should have noticed sooner, it makes so much since now.” He says to no one in particular.

“Katsuki it’s not what you think, let me explain, I….”

“Don’t even fucking lie Ochako, you’ve been lying to me for weeks, I’m sick of it damnit!” He is shaking uncontrollably now. “I’m telling Aizawa, and we’re getting you into the first rehabilitation facility we can find that has an opening!” He’s so unhinged that he doesn’t even notice the stunned looks of concern on his classmates faces.

“Ochako, is it true?” Mina asked with both hands cradled to her chest. “ If it is, we all love you and want to help you.”

At this point Ochako is slumped over with her face in her hands, trying to make herself as small as possible.

She had been sitting between Deku and Iida, who are now rubbing her back with worried looks on their faces. “Ochako we will get you help, everything will be okay.” Deku says with tears in his eyes and voice thick with emotion.

Ochako springs off the couch so fast it startles everyone. She’s pacing around the room, and the color looks to be drained out of her face. She’s breathing heavy with tears in her eyes, borderline panic attack mode. Katsuki’s face softens and he approaches her, arms lifting like he was going to try to calm her down.

Kirishema then decides to speak up “ Chako, I think now is the right time to tell him.”

Katsukis head snaps up and his eye meet the ones of his best friend. “What the hell are you talking about, you knew what was going on this whole fucking time, and kept it from me?!”

“It wasn’t my place to say anything bro.” Kirishema responded with regret.

Small explosions leave katsukis palms as he leaps over the couch grabbing onto Kirishema’s shirt getting a few punches in before Deku and Sero pull them apart. Katsukis is still thrashing trying to get out of Dekus grip.

“I have leukemia!” Ochako screams loud enough for everyone in the building to hear. She then falls to the ground curling into herself sobbing.

Everyone and everything just stops and everyone freezes, Kirishema is laying on the floor rubbing his face while katsukis just stands there, with a blank look on his face directed at Ochako.

“Leuko-what now??” Kaminari asks from his place beside Kirishema.

“But that’s” Deku starts “ That’s cancer right?”

A strangled gasp is heard from Tsyu, who is trying not to cry.

“How can this be? Your so young, you have your whole life ahead of you.” Iida says like he hasn’t processed the information yet.

This comment causes katsuki to spring to life, “ w-why the fuck are you still here then, we need to get you to a hospital! Som-someone go get recovery girl! Why are you all looking at me like I’m crazy! She needs to go to a fucking hospital!” He’s not pausing for breath and in a half second, he is crouching down next to Ochako, ready to pick her up and bolt to the closets hospital himself. “ W-whatever, I’m going to get Aizawa myself!”

“You can’t!” Ochako desperately clings to katsukis arm, both trying to ground herself and to stop him from leaving. “You cant tell anyone! N-none of you all can tell anyone.” She looks like a cornered animal.

Katsuki looks at her like she has grown a second head. “what the hell are you talking about?! Do you even get how serious this is?! You could fucking die Ochako!” He’s panicking now “ That is not a risk I am willing to take!”

Anger boiling up inside her she yanks her hands away and stands up, causing katsuki to fall over.

“This isn’t your decision ‘Bakugou!’” She seethes. “I have worked so hard and I have come so far! I can’t give all that up! I won’t!” She is standing so still, fist clenched and shaking slightly.

“Chako, you have to-“ Kirishema is silenced by Ochakos loud “No!”

“I don’t Have to do anything! This is my decision!” Ochako starts backing away, eyes darting around the room, obviously looking for an escape. “It’s my decision…” she whispers once more before she bolts to the door leading to the outside, having jumped over the couch in the process. By the time anyone had realized what had happened, she had already disappeared through the doors vanishing into the night.

The class explodes into a frenzy.

“What is going on down here.” Came the calm voice of their teacher from the elevator doors.

“Mr Aizawa…” Kirishema takes it upon himself to explain everything that had happened, all the while katsuki curls more and more into himself. He is still on the floor, head between his legs and hands in his hair.

Deku is close by, trying to talk to him but it is lost on def ears, he can barely make out the panic in his voice.

Trying to get control over his breathing he starts in though is nose and out through his mouth. He is filled with so many emotions he doesn’t know which one to focus on. Angry tears well up in his eyes, threatening to spill over.

He is aware of Kirishema’s face replacing Deku’s, and the ringing in his ears has stopped enough to hear him say that Aizawa, Mina, and , Tsyu have went after her.

He doesn’t remember when or how he winds up on the couch, and he doesn’t even care. He feels hands push him down so he is laying down with his feet propped up, and a cold washcloth is placed on his head.

By the time he starts to breath normally, he’s not sure how much time has passed. When he opens his eyes, he sees that some people were still lingering. Kirishema was sitting in a chair next to him with his head in his hands. Deku, Iida, and Todoroki were hovering by the door, looking for any sign of their return. Sero and kaminari sat on the love seat across from katsuki with sad, forlorn expressions on their faces.

When he slowly sits up, Kirishema lifts his head. Looking him dead in the eyes, katsuki asked, “Did all of that really happened? Is this really happening?” Katsuki hates how his voice cracks.

“ I’m afraid so.” Kirishema says gaze lowering to the floor. “ listen man, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It wasn’t my place.”

“ I understand why you didn’t. It’s okay.” Kirishema looked like he wanted to say something to that but suddenly the door opened.

Katsuki shoots up from his seat on the couch and faces the door.

Tucked underneath Mr. Aizawa’s arm was a rather small looking Ochako. Face puffy from crying, and bags under her eyes from exhaustion, she looked like the walking dead. Beside her with her arm locked with hers was Mina, face also a little read and puffy, Tysu bringing in the rear holding Ochakos shoes, despair written all over her face.

Ochako refused to look at anyone, even the remaining members of the so called “Deku squad.”

Katsuki makes a move to meet them at the door but one look from Mina makes him stop in his tracks. She shakes her head and mouths ‘not now,’ so not knowing what else to do he just stands there and dumbly watches them make their way to the elevator.

Katsuki tries to sleep that night, but can’t, his mind too full with visions of Ochako dying. Giving up he goes to his desk and opens up his laptop. He spends the next 3 hours researching leukemia, the survival rate, symptoms, causes, treatments, reactions to the medication, by the time the third hours came to a close it’s 2 am and katsuki has had enough. Without second guessing himself, he makes his way out the door, down the hall to Ochakos room and knocks.

It takes a few minutes before the door opens revealing a wide awake but an extremely exhausting looking girl he calls his girlfriend.

Her face contorts in pain and her eyes well up with tears when she sees him. “I’m so sorry katsuki” she sobs.

Without saying anything katsuki grabs her face with both of his hands and kisses her with the power of every emotion he had felt and is still feeling. Pushing her back into her room, he kicks the door shut. She’s on him in seconds, tears still leaking from her eyes as he kisses them away.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much cheeks.” It’s comes out as a choked whisper, like a plea for her to live. He’s got a lump in his throat but he pushes it down. She doesn’t need him breaking down too.

Ochako steps back for only a second to remove her shirt, then she leaps and wraps her legs around katsukis waist, opening up a whole other can of worms.

Not having any control at this point, he pushes her against the door, devouring her mouth like it was his only lifeline. “ I love you too! So much, I’m so sorry.” He silences her words with a Searing kiss. He moves them over to the bed and gently places her down. then settles himself on top of her. “Are you okay? I’m not hurting you am I?” He’s so afraid now.

“You could never hurt me.” She says with such certainty.

That night they gave themselves to each other in every way they could think of.

Him needing to feel her, to know that she was still alive and whole in his arms.

Her needing to feel alive and needing reassurance that she wasn’t alone in this, needing to feel close to the one she loves.

*So that is all I have so far. I do have some thoughts about her treatment and how katsuki struggles with watching her suffer. I would like the story to include weather or not Ochako makes it. But I’ll leave that up to whoever wants to take this story on. Also feel free to write smut if you want. I’m just not good at that, so I didn’t include it.

Please let me know what you all think and if you can make this fic come to life.

Disclaimer: Art is not mine! I got it off of google search. All credit goes to the artists.

[prismatales]

Comfort

All my love and gratitude goes to @sugacookiies, @pixxiesdust and @hawks-senseis for beta-reading this, you guys were some of the greatest help I've ever had! ❤

Pairings: Bakudeku x Reader

Warning: Tw:Depression, Tw:Suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff and comfort.

Fingertips slam a frantic yet steady pace against the keyboard, your eyes go back and forth between each paragraph with a growing sense of panic. All your senses are running on nothing more but pure anxiety and stress, not even the thought of eating something crosses your mind as the one and only thing to worry about seems to be this specific assignment.

Neither of them can remember the last time they saw you in another spot of the house that wasn't that chair before the computer, sure sometimes you take a break to go to the bathroom, but sleeping? That word doesn't seem to have a meaning in your vocabulary.

Except for that one time you fell asleep on the couch for less than 30 minutes before startling yourself awake and jumping away from the plush cushion to keep working.

Both Midoriya and Bakugo knew how important it was to complete your thesis, but was it worth it when your health and body is on the edge of giving up? They both know how badly this kind of routine can end up affecting your health.

The last time you got this stressed it ended up fucking up your stomach all the way from the esophagus to the intestines. The whole digestive system was so affected it started to feel like your stomach was literally burning itself into nothingness from the gastritis you developed. You had to get treatment for two whole weeks, which was right before your high school finals, and it was one of the worst experiences you've ever had to go through.

There's a reason a huge portion of people going through College ends up feeling dead on the inside, the overwhelming amounts of work, spending so much time in the library one could literally claim they live there, assignments and impossible amounts of field work, all of that could be more than enough things happening at the same time to cause plenty of people to go insane. And if that was bad enough, preparing your Thesis was like one of the deadliest of trials.

Just from the look on your face, it was obvious you're starting to develop another health trouble just like that time, the tips of your fingers start pressing right on the spot above your stomach with a face full of discomfort.

Deku's the first one to see that and in less than five minutes he's already outside on his way to get some medicine, he doesn't think twice about using One for All to go faster. 

Everyone in the apartment was more than used to hear mumbling during the day, courtesy of your beloved Deku, but not even Bakugo was prepared to hear you of all people mumbling such dark things the very next day, when the stress began taking a harder toll. He could hear every single word loud and clear even when he's standing near the kitchen counters at the other side of the house.

"Why do I even bother?...It's not like anything I do even matters..." He can hear the the long sigh followed by more self hatred while he's stirring the noodles for dinner. "Sometimes I wonder if people would even notice that I'm gone...hahaha...I wanna die"

"...! That's it!" The wooden spoon gets slammed roughly against the marble counter, searching through his pocket Bakugo pulls out his phone to text Deku, who's already on his way home from patrol.

It takes less than an hour for the two of them to be there right besides you trying their best to comfort their shaking and panicked S/O, it makes them feel useless seeing how much you're struggling to hold on to the remains of your mental stability.

And when they hear the next course of muttering they know things are just about to get worse unless they do something about it.

"I can't do this anymore...I just can't," The tiny voice coming out of your mouth was heartbreaking. Your whole body is trembling uncontrollably as Midoriya walks up behind the chair, he lifts your whole body so he can take you to the bedroom, that way you could finally get some well deserved rest and calm down, in the meanwhile Bakugo goes back into the kitchen to fetch you something to drink.

Their dynamic was simple and yet effective, most of the time Izuku tends to be the one calming both of you through words, if that's not enough to help he's trying to find another solution to the problem through physical actions. Katsuki on the other hand tends to prefer being the one letting his actions speak for themselves first, even through the smallest of gestures he's always looking out for the both of you, in a reverse context to Deku, when his actions are not enough he's trying to make an effort to comfort you with his words.

Everything came crashing down inside your head like a landslide in the middle of a storm, bringing chaos and despair from every direction. It's easy to recognize the signs of your depression kicking in due to all the work piling up at once, and they're aware you're one of the most dedicated and passionate persons when it comes to your studies.

Midoriya tried to lay you down into the soft mattress and walk away to get that blanket they bought specifically for this type of occasion, but his shirt is quickly clutched into a tight grip, the broken sobs are barely audible to someone not paying enough attention have him on high alert as he realizes you've already started crying.

He has no other choice but to ignore his quest for the blankets and sits back on the bed. His back rests against the headboard while you're laying on your side, face resting softly against his well-toned chest, your body surrounded by his own arms that hold your shaking body against his with the hope that it can help you relax.

Bakugo comes into the room shortly after, carrying your favorite cup steaming with some nice and warm drink, your favorite judging by the glorious smell coming out of the cup in small puffs.

He carefully passes the cup to the green haired man sitting in bed before walking to the corner of the room and towards a dark gray, medium sized basket where the additional blankets are kept, rummaging through the furniture he finds one of the biggest, fluffiest and softest blanket of them all before walking back towards the bed. 

It takes you awhile to process what's actually happening because of the storm running through your head. But eventually, between the reassuring words and sweet whispering, the shaking and the crying slowly, but very slowly starts toning down until nothing but a small whimper can be heard every now and then through your bedroom. 

In less than a few minutes you've already been wrapped in that beloved blanket while resting between two warm and fit bodies, leaning back against the headboard with a comforting drink in hand.

"Are you feeling any better?" Izuku's voice is soft and sweet, just in case there's something still bothering your mind, at the same time one of Katsuki's hands is busy rubbing circles in the section between your shoulders in a steady rhythm, the feeling of his calloused and scarred hand touching that portion of skin helps relaxing your exhausted self at an almost exaggerated level. The last thing they want is for you to have another breakdown.

You want to reply but your mouth quickly opens and closes, so all you can manage to do is give them a soft nod in response, too tired to even try and talk to your sweet boyfriends. 

Sometimes the negative thoughts come during these kinds of moments to try and bring torment. It makes you wonder if one day they'll get tired of this and leave after realizing you're nothing more than a hindrance.

"Don't even think about it, Dumbass," Katsuki growls from his spot at your left side "I recognize that look on your face when I see it, you think you're worthless don't you?" That hand behind you makes its way to your shoulder, pulling your whole body towards him and positioning you in a way that makes your head rest on top of his well toned shoulders. For someone who's body is so nicely sculpted, the place where your head lays is one of the most comfortable places where somebody could rest.

"You are one of the strongest people I've ever met. You've always been someone who rarely allows small shit like this get the best of them" Katsuki's hand had long ago left your back to run his fingers through your hair, the friction against your locks of hair and scalp has a soothing effect that relaxes everything from your whole body to your mind.

A small tear manages to escape, but this time is out of relief and happiness for literally having two of the most wonderful lovers by your sides. The exhausted smile that spreads over your face sends the both of them into a state of relief.

"What did I do to deserve you both?" 

Deku lets out a soft laughter while Katsuki just smirks in satisfaction.

"Existing." 

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