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A Bumpy Ride

PAIRING: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader

WC: 2742

SYNOPSIS: First, your dinner plans get cancelled, then a villain attacks your train ride home. God, today kinda sucks.

WARNINGS: Villain attack, violence, swearing (bakugo is there so i feel like that’s a given, but i’ll put it anyways), Mentions of injury/slight gore, simp midoriya (what’s new).

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You stood on the 6 o’clock train with your left hand clutching the handle that hung from the ceiling. As it was the evening train, there were only about 8 people in your vicinity. The floor rattled under your feet with the turns, and each body shifted with its strong movements. You pulled your phone out, and read the messages with a smitten smile. (you’re such a sucker for him.)

——

Izuku <3

Sorry I can’t make it to dinner tonight, but I’ll be home as soon as possible! Wait up for me, I’ll grab takeout on the way home from patrol. :)

Thanks izu <3, I'm on the train home from work right now, and I’m gonna stop for cat food. Do you want me to grab anything for you from the market?

Stop distracting him, you shithead extra

heyyy katsuki :))

Die

no u

Sorry N/N!! Kacchan got my phone again. I have to go, but stay up, I will make it worth your while ;) !! I love you!

haha I love you too, stay safe izu.

Stay safe yourself, N/N :)

—-

Things between you and Izuku have been going strong for about two years now. It was honestly wonderful. He always made sure to make extra time for you, especially when plans got canceled because of emergencies like this one. Dating as a hero can be difficult, but he makes sure that you’re aware how much of a priority you are to him.

He had gotten called in as extra force on patrol due to recent rumors of a large villain attack. So, he had to begrudgingly cancel your dinner plans.

You and Izuku met waaayy back when you both attended UA. You were not really cut out for hero work, but your affinity for technology allowed you to make top of the line gadgets for them! The support course was where Midoriya spoke to you for the first time. He stuttered over himself to ask if you could repair a piece of his suit. It was all uphill from there. Now, you help build tools, gadgets and suits working as a mechanic for a hero agency in downtown Tokyo.

Both of you working at nearby hero agencies definitely has its perks. Oftentimes, you see each other on the job, you almost always have a ride to work, and can sympathize with each other's work problems. Izuku values you like the Earth values the sun. fan behavior tbh. He couldn’t imagine a world without you in it, and each day he strives to treat you right. Such a softie.

So here you stood, adjusting your grip on the train handle and on your way to the market. You had a single earbud in and you were blasting music, tapping your finger to the beat. You scrolled through social media trying to pass the time, when the train suddenly jostled and the lights flickered. Your head snapped up and your grip tightened onto the handle. People began to frantically murmur and the emergency lights flashed on.

Uh. what the hell?

The train heavily shook once more.

Shit! What is that? An Earthquake?!

Unfortunately, your question was answered. On the outside of the train was a large tentacle that wrapped itself around the train car you were inside of. People began screaming, shaking and crying as the car of your train was disconnected from the track. You pulled up Izuku’s contact as the train was jostled around.

Calling Izuku <3….. Call Declined.

You know keeps his phone off whenever he’s on patrol, but hell it’s worth a shot.

Calling Izuku <3….. Call Declined.

‘Shit. Come on Izuku. I need you right now.’

Calling Katsuki…..

‘Come on Come on Come on.’

Accepted.

“What the hell are-”

“Katsuki! There’s a villain on th- AH SHIT”

The villain turned the car on its side, and people began to grip their seats, handles or poles in order to stop themselves from sliding down to the bottom. You held dangling from the handle and propped your legs against the car’s ceiling in order to become steady. You heard one of the children on the train begin to cry.

“What? Hell, hang on Y/N. We will get you out of there. DEKU!”

“Katsuki, I need- AH!”

The handle couldn’t hold the weight of your suspended body and tore from the ceiling. You dropped your phone somewhere and fell to the bottom of the car. You spun around midair so it was your back that slammed against the metal door, taking the brute of the fall. However, that didn’t stop you from hitting your head against the small window at the top, shattering it, but not breaking through.

With vertigo clouding your senses, you tried to sit up, but the shaking of the train car made it near impossible. Your eyes shook and your head pounded. You felt a stickiness cover your fingers and clump your hair together.

Damn. I was having a good hair day too. What a bummer. Oh also the fact the train is IN THE FUCKING AIR RIGHT NOW.

The villain peered inside of the window. He observed each of his victims meticulously, and with a curl of his lip, he began to shake the train once more, causing you to smack against the ceiling and land on your forearms with a groan. Tomorrow is going to hurt.

This was the first good look you got at the villain. He was someone you’d never seen before, skinny, very tall, a mess of dirty red hair sat on his head and eyes that pierced red and induced fear in whoever fell under their gaze. He was scarred up and he had a sadistic smile on his face. Oh, he also had eight MASSIVE black tentacles sprouted from his sides.

The other members of the train lay strewn about on the seats. Two teenage boys were flopped over the seats, the metal arm resting uncomfortably under one’s torso. The younger girl who was with them was clutching her knees as tears streamed down her face. C’mon man. They’re just kids.Two middle aged women held onto each other on the floor of the train. An older gentleman who sat next to his wife reached his arm out to help you. He opened his mouth but before he could speak, the villain began his monologue. ugh.

“Each of you represents something more than what you are.”

Oh brother.

“Today you symbolize the faults of the beloved, pathetic heroes in our city.”

Your head throbbed and you sat up, pressing yourself against the wall. You closed your eyes as you involuntarily listened to this asshole rant.

“The heroes failed me time and again. And today, they will fail you.”

“Please sir, I-I have grandchildren at home.” The elderly man quivered.

“I don’t believe I care. You have the ability to be much more significant to me.”

His tentacles moved so he was right outside the door you were leaning on. You tried to ignore your probably concussed pounding head and swiftly slid away from the door as he ripped it off of the car.

“Hello, dear,” The villain said to the little girl as she quivered. She looked up at him. Her brother stepped in front of her. “You know, I always wanted children. However, I was unable to after your pathetic heroes failed to save me, leaving me mutilated and ugly.” He motioned to a scar on his face.

“Maybe you can’t get a girlfriend because you trap innocent people on trains. Leave my sister alone. She’s just a kid.” The aforementioned teenager only looked about 14. However, he shakily stood in front of her and put his arm out. “She didn’t do anything wrong!”

Awe. He’s kinda like young Izuku.

The villain glared daggers as his face morphed into a look of disgust. One of his tentacles moved to violently grab at the boy.

“Oy!” You yelled. “Pick on someone your own size you Ursula knock off.” His head snapped in your direction.

“Tch.” He reached towards you and grabbed your lanyard around your neck that held your keys. “Of course.” He motioned to the logo of your hero agency. “The mouthy ones always work for scum.”

One of his slimy black tentacles slid towards you and wrapped itself around your neck, lifting you off the ground. You choked out a gasp and your hands clawed at the appendage in a futile attempt to get free.

Black spotted around your vision.

“Awe. Not so mouthy now, are you sweetheart?”

You felt the pressure from the tentacle stopping air from flowing through and your arms slowly began to give up, falling as you lost consciousness.

Fuck, help.

—

“OY!” Katsuki said, jogging to catch up with the green themed hero. He looked at his phone and saw the call with Y/N.

L/N Y/N……. Call Disconnected.

“Shit.”

“What-“

“No time, Y/N’s in danger.”

Their earpieces went off simultaneously.

bzz. “Villain with an octopus quirk currently attacking the 6:00 PM Train in Tokyo.” bzz.

‘No.’ Midoriya thought. He immediately began running towards the scene, Bakugo following close behind.

—-

Green lightning surrounded Deku as he pounced from building to building, begging time to slow down enough for him to catch up to you.

He continued on his way, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios about your state. Landing on the rooftop across from the train tracks, he was about to jump right in, when a thick glove grabbed his shoulder.

“Keep your head on straight, or you will be taken off this, Deku.” Bakugo said.

Izuku didn’t say anything.

“We will get her out of there, but you need to stay level headed or more people will get hurt, including her. Don’t be an idiot.”

He reluctantly nods in response. He knows Bakugo is right, he just can’t seem to push down the anxiety that this situation is causing. He took a breath, pushed back his hair, and assessed the situation in front of him.

The villain stood in the middle of the train car with a few of his long tentacles harshly grasping onto the outside of the train and pressed against a nearby building to hold it steady above the tracks. The man was inside, bending over to speak to a quivering little girl, and you! You were sitting on the ground with your head back against a wall.

“We have to get that train car stabilized. If we go in and take him down it will fall with the civilians still inside.” Bakugo said, crossing his arms.

The young boy stepped in front of the little girl and held out a protective arm in front of her and said something that the heroes couldn’t make out.

“I’m not sure how we’re supposed to do that, we are already so short handed.” Izuku said. “I think our best bet is to get the civilians out first. They’re the priority.”

Bakugo glares in Deku’s direction.

“If we screw up, the train falls and kills those people and potentially hurts more. Wait for backup.” He says.

Midoriya clenches his fists, but agrees. That is, until the villain wraps his tentacle around your throat.

“Y/N!” Izuku watches as the color slips from your cheeks and your arms go limp. Bakugo’s eyes go wide, and he doesn’t stop Deku from jumping in your direction. But Midoriya would never risk your life. So his eyes dart around the scene and he shifts his direction to the ground directly underneath the train car. He calculates his timing, and pulls back his fist. He directs his arm at the large slimy tentacle that was propping the car up from the ground, and with green lightning and a resolved “SMASH!”, he hit the tentacle.

Immediately after the stabilization of the train car had been tampered with, Deku shot up in the air to meet it. He flattened his palms against the bottom, and albeit shakily, he softened the collision of the car enough for everyone inside to only be shaken.

After he set the car back onto the tracks, Katsuki jumped to the car.

“Well that was dangerous.” Katsuki muttered.

In retaliation to the two heroes approach, the villain wrapped two of his tentacles around the teenage passengers.

“Let the kids go, asshole.” Katsuki said, eyeing the inside of the train car for any advantage he could take over this guy.

“Ah, Pro-Hero Dynamite! What a pleasure.” Katsuki quirked (haha get it) an eyebrow, and made eye contact with him.

“Cut the bullshit. What do you want?”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Ever the conversationalist, Dynamite. I want the world to stop their baseless devotion to pathetic heroes. like you.” He spat out his words with venom. He tightened his tentacle around the torsos of the boys.

Deku slid in behind Bakugo, and tried to keep a calm, strong glare at the villain, but his eyes kept shifting to your figure. You were still unconscious on the ground. That is not good for someone who is possibly concussed.

“Tch. What do you think this will do? Villains do worse than this every day, and lose. This is baseless.”

“I will be the outlier.”

“Put the kids down.” Midoriya said.

“Ah, the number one hero. The day has come in which I will ruin the high ground that allows- why do you keep looking at her?” this villain is such an attention whore. Midoriya’s breath caught in his throat. He swallowed.

‘Dammit. My attention was split. C’mon Deku! Rookie mistake.’

“She’s the most injured. She takes precedence.”

The villain looked at Deku with a glare that shot down all of Midoriya’s efforts. He’s not buying it. In order to direct his thinking, Deku stepped forward.

“Let the civilians go, your problem is with us, not them.” He put his hands out.

The villain let out a low, psychotic laugh, invoking fear.

“The virtuous hero makes a valiant effort to sacrifice himself for their precious civilians. Tch.”

“It’s our job. Protecting them because they haven’t done anything wrong.” Dynamite said.

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG EITHER! I had a good life. A stable job, a fiancé I made the mistake of idolizing the likes of you. But all that went away once you heroes failed to do your job.”

His grip tightened around the boys.

“Put them down now!” Katsuki reeled back, ready to throw a punch at the villain.

“No.” He pulled his tentacles tighter. “Look at this. We have an audience!” He smiled at the media outlets that were recording from a safe distance outside the train. “This will be perf-”

While he had his head turned, Katsuki jumped at the villain, taking him off guard. He hit him with a solid right hook, used his foot to launch himself off the ground, swung his leg around the villains head and kicked downward. The villain’s head hit the metal with a resounding ‘donk!’ and was reduced to unconsciousness.

That was so anticlimactic. What the hell.

You groaned as Midoriya lifted you onto his back in a piggy-back style encouraging the young girl to follow, as she luckily didn’t have any immediate injuries. Bakugo took the two boys and assisted the women off. Midoriya stood at the bottom and helped the remaining car members off the track first, and then ran you over to a paramedic.

—-

The next morning, you finally got dismissed by the paramedics with strict instructions of bed rest. Izuku insisted on taking care of you, and the coddling this man can do.

Since your apartment was only a couple blocks away, you had permission to walk. Izuku was not a fan of you moving in any way that can result in injury. Therefore, he held all of your belongings, from your backpack to your wallet, he didn’t want an ounce of weight for you to carry.

“How are you feeling?” He said with a tinge of pity.

“Izu, I already told you! I am just a bit sore. You heard what the doctor said, bed rest is just a precaution. I will be okay my love.” You put a hand against his face.

When you arrived at your shared apartment, he hurried to the stairs in order to help you each step of the way. He opened the door for you and help you up past the final step. You smiled and laughed a bit him.

“Oh my god! Wait Izuku.” Alarms rang off in his head and he began frantically searching you for injuries.

“What? Did I hurt you when I helped you up? I’m so sorry Y/-”

“No! Izuku nothing like that.” You grabbed his hands. “But yesterday I never got to go to the market, we still need cat food. Don’t take the train.” You lightly hit him on the chest. “Have fun!”

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A/N: Yeah, I rewatched Bullet Train again which inspired the train crash, and I feel like there’s not enough Midoriya stuff out there. I’m getting back into my bnha phase with this one but that’s okay- also guys keep your eyes peeled for a new Katsuki Bakugo x Reader series! Cant wait for this, thanks for reading! <3

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Ill adventures

James Potter x GN!Reader Oneshot

WC: 1229

SYNOPSIS: James decides it’s in his best interest to piss off the one person willing to take care of him whilst he’s ill.

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of being sick/ symptoms (vomit, fever, runny nose) James being a baby

James Potter is one of the kindest, bravest, strongest people you know. He is selfless and always wants to see his friends and family smile.

Until he gets sick.

When James invited you to stay at Potter Manor for the winter holiday, this is not what you had in mind. Towards the beginning, you, James and Sirius went ice skating at a lake outside of the nearby muggle town. When James refused to wear a scarf, like a child, because it would “slow him down”, you knew the inevitable would come. Not that you minded taking care of James when he was ill, it was a very entertaining experience. That didn’t make it an easy one.

So you watched as the cold turned his nose pink and Jack Frost nipped at his ears, and saw the beginning of the end as he wiped his nose and sniffled throughout the night.

The way this man does a full 360 the minute he coughs.

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“Woe is me, darling!” He cries out. You roll your eyes as you pour hot chicken soup into a bowl. James’s symptoms were minimal. He had just come down with the common cold: sneezing, coughing, fever. Things that would be gone within a day or two. James, however, thought differently.

“James, I think you’re being a tad dramatic.”

“Save yourself, I’m a goner.” He flopped down onto the couch, thermometer hanging off his lip like a cartoon. Ice pack on his forehead and blanket tucked around him. And Merlin forbid- he sneezes. Start the funeral arrangements now.

You walk over, bowl in hand, and set it down on the table in front of the sofa.

“James.”

“My love, as I lay here on my deathbed-“

“Actually, it’s more like your death-couch.” You smile at the glare he sends you.

“I would like to make a formal request of where my things will go.” You hum in agreement. “Give Moony all of my books.”

“Do you have any books?” You laughed. James thought for a minute. Deciding it was better to ignore your antics, he continued.

“Leave my clothes to Sirius, he needs a better sense of style.”

“Oy!” Was called from the kitchen. Sirius Black refused to take this slander.

“You can’t wear a leather jacket forever, Pads!”

“Watch me!” Sirius called. “I’m glad you’re sick you daft deer.” he mumbled under his breath. Sirius huffed his way up to his bedroom, flipping off James as he passed. If the cold didn’t kill James, Sirius might.

Ignoring Sirius, James obnoxiously slurped the hot soup you made him.

“And for you, love, I leave my wand.”

“Ah. Can I have your broom instead?” You ask, clasping your hands together.

“No. I’m taking that with me.” Arse.

“Wh- nevermind.” You take the empty soup bowl from his hands and pull the ice pack off his forehead, feeling for a different temperature. James dodges away.

“Your hands are cold.” Your eye twitches in annoyance.

“Fine.” You check the clock on the wall.

James has faced evil wizards, school bullies, and even had death threats made to his family. However what you held in your hand, was the greatest enemy James has ever faced.

Liquid cold and flu medicine. The horror.

“NO!” He cried out, clutching his chest as the look of betrayal came over his face. “Why would you do this to me, my love?! On my deathbed-“

“-couch.”

“Why do you insist on this torture!”

“You need to take this medicine, or you won’t get better!” You poured the appropriate amount of the sticky red liquid into the clear cup. You hold it out to him. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t make a move to grab it. “James. FLEAMONT. Potter.”

James gasped like he had been stabbed. “But darling! It tastes like poison!”

“It is. I’m trying to speed this process along, so I can have your broom.” James stuffs himself further into the abyss of the couch in a futile attempt to hide from the horrid liquid.

“James, if you take this now, I will send Sirius to drop by the pharmacy to pick up the pills.” You said, circling the cup in front of him.

James followed the cup with his eyes, pondering. Then he sneezed and sniffled.

“You will never have to see this liquid again.” You said in a sing-song voice.

James begrudgingly took the cup from your hand and cringed as he glared at the cup with malice.

“Take it, Potter.”

If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under.

Surprisingly, it only took one sip and it was down for good. You made him another cup of tea and changed the ice pack on his head. He held a pout on his face as he shivered and pulled the blanket as close to his chest as he could. You rubbed the top of his head lovingly.

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling good baby,” You rested your hand on his face.

“‘Tis not your fault, love. Quite the opposite, you did warn me.” He closed his eyes under your touch.

“Well next time, you’ll just have to wear a scarf.” You chuckled.

“Maybe not. I like it when you take care of me.”

You kissed his forehead. “I’ll always take care of you. Now get some sleep, Jamie.”

You made sure the blanket was comfortably situated on him, and stood up to leave him to sleep. You turned to go, but got stopped when he grabbed your hand.

“Will you sleep with me?” He asked.

“Gee Jamie, take me to dinner first.” You laughed. “Only joking, scooch over.”

His eyes brightened up and he moved further into the couch. You hopped in under his arm and spooned till he fell asleep.

—

Come morning, James’s had pretty much gotten over his cold. He took a shower, changed and his fever had gone down the drain. He was on his way down the stairs when he heard it.

Sniff

At first he thought it could’ve been a trick of the mind, so when you denied it, he didn’t say anything.

Sniff

There it was again.

“Darling? Are you feeling alright? You sure you didn’t catch what I had?”

“James, you’re so paranoid. I am fine, see?” You flashed him a smile.

Two days later, you were throwing some laundry in a basket when James passed by with some medicine.

“Here darling.” He held it out to you.

“…James.”

“Y/N.”

“What would that be for?”

“Usually it’s used whenever people get sick.” and can admit it

“I’m not sick.”

Ah, denial. What a lovely place to be in. James knew it was a lie, however, because- as amazing as you always look- right now you sat in front of him with puffy eyes that had growing dark circles underneath, and a runny nose that had become irritated from your constant rubbing.

“Y/N, how can I get you to take this medicine?”

“Prove to me why I'm sick. What’s wrong with me, Potter?” You crossed your arms.

James laughed.

“Absolutely nothing darling, you cannot try and trick me so I forget about this. Please just take this for me, and we can get some soup in you.”

“James, I’m perfectly healthy. I just have some allergies. Probably from all the dust around here, you should really get on tha- tha- th- ACHOO!”

James raised an eyebrow.

“James.”

“Y/N.”

“I think I'm sick.”

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A/N: God, I love this man. Hey guys! Welcome to my second post, I hope y’all enjoyed this :) I’m a big James girl myself, however i’m a sucker for all the marauders. I’m going to be starting a series soon for one of the marauders, so if you have any requests they might be slower to upload, however I am so pleased with the way this turned out. Pt. 2? ugh comforting fluff always gets me. Anyways, see ya later!