Hold Tight Bakugo X Reader

Hold Tight Bakugo X Reader

Contains: slight gore and angst

Bakugo finds you bloodied and injured. The question of how much time you have left weighing on his mind.

This isn’t how you planned your evening to go. You were going to go home, change, and meet up with your boyfriend. It didn’t seem like that now though. Especially with the metal bar sticking straight through your core.

How it happened was unknown. You had turned around for a second and then…

It happened.

You didn’t know how to describe the feelings going through you. But the date you had planned with your boyfriend was as good as gone. Everything was going to be gone soon.

Sirens sounded in the back of your mind, each one fainter than the next. The paramedics could barely be made out. You could see their shapes moving across your vision, but no sense could be made of it all. “I guess this is it,” you whispered to no one in particular.

It’s not like anyone was listening anyway. It was just you and…

And the man rushing towards you, his making screaming incoherent words. “Ba…be. Baby stay with me. Please just hand on. You’ll get some help in a second alright? Babe?”

Something wet fell on your face. Rain? No the sky was clear. Tears? that had to be it. The man was crying. “Hey,” you reached for his face, “why are you crying? There’s no need to cry. I’ll be fine, see?” Your smile faltered, as blood spilled from your lips. “I’m feel better already.” It was a lie. You knew it and so did he.

He began yelling at someone you couldn’t see as a mask was put over your face. “Breath honey,” was the last think you heard before the world caved in.

You could feel yourself being moved, but had no idea where to. Consciousness was a hard think to hold onto, but deep down you knew.

Either way this would end in heart break.

Azriel X Reader

Day Full of Love

Two hours. That’s how much time was left before you and Azriel were finally united forever. You couldn’t hide your feelings from your loving mate everytime you thought of it, unconsciously sending waves of love down the bond.

He was everything that you could’ve asked for. He might not see it himself, but you do. You knew he deserved happiness, even if he didn’t accept it. That’s what you intended to prove to him today.

Not only were you getting married to your mate, but you also had a small gift for him. You didn’t tell anyone about your surprise. Not even Mor, who was currently trying to peek into the small gift bag. “You know I can see you, right?”

She backed away hastily, hands up in surrender, “I was just making sure you didn’t leave any of your jewelry. Can’t have you missing anything.” You scoffed rolling your eyes. Mor couldn’t mind her business for the life of her. It was her ongoing curiosity that made you and Azriel reveal the truth about being mates. You both tried to hide it from your family, attempting to get used to the bond yourselves first, but thanks to her things didn’t go to plan.

“Sure…,” you murmured watching her out of the corner of your eye. You brushed out your uncooperative hair, growing frustrated with time. Feyre came to assist you, pulling your hair into an up do style, while you proceeded to put in earrings while looking out the window.

The wedding took place during sunset and at the moment the sun was barely over the horizon. Everything outside was set up, as far as you could tell from the window at least. The white banisters were hung high and the tables were covered with a cobalt blue table cloth. The chairs had small accents of silver and blue and the aisle…

The isle that you were going to walk down within the next few minutes was shimmering in the last rays of sunset. You couldn’t wait to see the way that Azriel would look at you as you walked down the aisle. The way he would take in the dress as it flowed around you. the way his eyes would connect with yours, sending his love and adoration down the bond you shared.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realize Feyre calling to you. her hands on your shoulders was what brought you back to reality. “Are you alright?” She asked softly. You nodded telling her that you were just thinking as she went to pick up your dress. You could see the understanding in her eyes at your words. “I was nervous before Rhys and I did the ceremony—“

“You mean the ceremony that I wan’t invited to,” Mor shouted from across the room. You couldn’t but laugh at the slightly guilty look of Feyre’s face. You were still upset about not being invited to her ceremony as well, but you didn’t let it show like Mor did.

She helped you step into your dress, responding with, “The situation was different back then, Mor, but I’ll make sure we include you next time we have a big event.”

“Me too,” you added, turning so she could zip up your gown. Thankfully you and Azriel didn’t have to worry about the threat of a war during this big moment. You couldn’t imagine how hard it was for Feyre and Rhys at that time.

You quickly grabbed the gift bag and left Feyre put on your veil. “I’ll make sure to invite you too.”

Mor, nudged Feyre’s shoulder, “You better.” She handed you the bouquet, “Now then let’s get this wedding started.”

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Azriel loved his brothers, no doubt about that, but at this current moment he wanted to erase them from the Night Court. Cassian spent the past twenty minutes crying over Azriel finally getting married, while Rhys recounted the time after his mating ceremony.

“He’s finally getting hitched, Rhys, can you believe it,” Cassian cried, slapping Azriel on the back causing his wings to flare. He sighed in irritation, all hopes of finally buttoning up his shirt lost.

There were only five minutes left. Five minutes and he still wasn’t fully dressed. Not that you would mind seeing him walk down the isle without a shirt.

Rhys could tell that Azriel was frustrated from the way his shadows frantically whipped around that room. Each dark wisp coming back to tell him where everything he needed was: the rings on the dresser and his shoes near the bed.

“Sit,” Rhys said, signaling at a chair. Azriel rushed over not caring about what his brother was trying to do. His attention was on his shirt that he still hasn’t finished fixing the buttons on. He was so focused on the item of clothing that he didn’t notice Cassian holding his shoes out to him or Rhys’s hands in his hair.

Azriel took his shoes, bending down to lace them. He pushed Rhy’s away every time he reached for his shoulder. “Do you ant me to finish your hair or not Az.”

Azriel’s head snapped up, “What?”

“Your hair.” Rhys handed him a mirror to look at the nest of hair on his head. Azriel cursed and promptly sat back. He couldn’t remember the last time Rhys had touched his hair. He used to do it five hundred years ago when they were kids, but eventually stopped after a while. The only person that touched the black hair on Azriel’s head now was you.

“There. What are we thinking?” Azriel inspected his hair throughly. You wouldn’t care what his hair looked like regardless, but he still wanted to make sure it looked perfect for you.

“I think we should add glitter,” Cassian suggested. “The girls at the camp told me that glitter makes everything look better.”

“Absolutely not,” Azriel deadpanned. Thinking about the small girls that he trained at the camp. As much as he adored them, he would not be adding any type of shimmer into his locks.

Rhys placed his hands on his brothers shoulders. “It’s time for you to get married.”

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Azriel’s eyes didn’t leave you as you made your way down the aisle. You had to stop yourself from running up to him when you first saw him. He was absolutely glowing in the last rays of the sunset. You could see the reddish brown membrane of his wings as you continued to step towards him, nearly crumpling under his gaze.

He looked at you in all the ways you imagined and more. His eyes completely devoured you and you could see the desire in his eyes more as you stood on the platform with him. “Hello beautiful,” he whispered, wrapping his arm around your waist. You wanted to kiss him badly at that moment, but you would have to save that for the end of the ceremony.

Rings were exchanged and white fabric was wrapped around your wrists to symbolize the band before you heard the words you had been waiting for. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Azriel swept you off your feet, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. It was unlike any kind of kiss he had given you before. His lips pressed against yours, telling you everything that he felt in that moment. You felt his love, his desperation, and his need all in one. The cheers in the background made you push Azriel’s chest. No matter how tempting it was at the moment, you didn’t want to give your entire family a show.

You were beaming as you listen to the cheers from Feyre, Cassian, Rhys, and, to your surprise, some claps from Amren.

The night continues with drinks, food, and plenty of congratulations. It was hard to get a private moment with your husband. You only managed to pull him away when everyone was dancing together, celebrating the new union in the family.

“I got you gift,” you said, handing him the small bag. You were nervous, very nervous. What would he say when he saw what was in the bag? How would he react? You couldn’t stop these thoughts from rushing though your head as you mate looked at you curiously.

“You didn’t have to get me anything love.”

“I know, but this is very special to me and I wanted to share it with you.”

“Just know I’m going to get you something in return.” You rolled your eyes at your husbands antics. He would never let you surprise him without repaying the favor.

You watched as he pulled a small cloth out of the bag. He squinted his eyes in suspicion, unfolding the item. “Is this what I think it is?” His eyes scanned the onesie in his hands. You nodded softly, tears brimming your eyes. Azriel enveloped you in his arms whispering into your hair, “When did you find out, beautiful?”

“Two months ago,” you said, burying your head into his neck.

He kissed you temple, “So this is why you wanted to move the wedding up.”

You nodded, at a lost for words. You remembered talking to Azriel about your plans to move the wedding up. When he asked you why you claimed it was because you couldn’t wait to get married to him. You could see the suspicion on his face, but that was the quickest thing you could come up with. Keeping secrets from the shadowsinger was a hard thing to do.

You sat there in Azriels arms for a while, the commotion around you disappearing. “Should we tell them too?” You asked, knowing how happy your family would be to hear the news.

“Not yet. I want to keep this a secret for a little while longer. Plus,” he turned to look at the rest of your family clinging their glasses together, “I think there’s been enough excitement for one day.”

Deku X Reader

Love Sick

Love Sick Deku that lays in bed at night remembering the first day he meet you, the medic at UA. He remembers the way his heart swelled at the first sight of you and how soft your hands were as you examined his injuries. The way your voice sounded so sweet as you suggested different ways to prevent future injuries.

Love Sick Deku who comes back to your office the next day with another injury on his arm. He couldn’t help but love the way you scolded him for his actions. He knew he should’ve been paying attention to what you were saying, but he couldn’t bring himself to heed your warning. Especially when you gave him an earful after showing up 2 weeks in a row. Every time there was a request to see you you knew it was him. You couldn’t help the sigh you let out wherever you saw his injuries.

Love Sick Deku who denies it every time his co-workers call him out for getting hurt on purpose. He can’t help that the villain manages to hit him every time. Even when he just stood there and took the hit, he did it for quirk analysis. Everyone knew the truth though, especially Bakugo. “If you don’t go ask her out I’ll do it myself.” Deku couldn’t help the way his eyes lit up at his friend’s suggestion. “You would do that for me Kacchan?” “Hell no! I’ll ask her to go on a date with me.”

Love Sick Deku who walks into the office bashfully asking to see you once again. He hated to admit it, but he knew if Bakugo asked you out you would most definitely say yes. He was tense the entire time you examined him. There wasn’t much to say since he only had a single scratch on the back of his hand, but you couldn’t stop your curiosity. “Have you been getting hurt on purpose?” Deku’s attention snapped to you immediately, “What makes you think that?” “You’ve been in here for the past 2 weeks and now you’re here with a simple scratch.”

Love Sick Deku who inhales deeply before professing his love for you in one breath. He continues to ramble on about how much he loves you before asking the most important question. “In short I wanted to ask you if you would go out with me?” Your silence had his mind racing. Maybe he got there too late and Bakugo already asked. Maybe you have a boyfriend already. “I’d love to go out with you.”

Love sick Deku whos every concern left his mind at those few words. He couldn’t help the way he picked you up and swung you around. Date ideas rushing through his mind. He put you down quickly, realizing how close you two were. “I’ll see you this weekend at 12 okay,” he yelled rushing out the door. You couldn’t even mention how you didn’t get his number before he was gone.

Love sick Deku who did came back the next day to get your number.

Deku X Reader

Missing Date Night

You had planned this date months ahead to your boyfriend’s busy schedule, but it seems like he forgot yet again.

Contains: slight angst, fluff ending

You were so excited about your date that you took the time to remind Izuku about it every 5 minutes. Purging his phone with various messages of Hope you’re excited for tonight!! And Don’t forget it’s at 6 <3.

You put on your favorite outfit for this date, taking extra time to get ready, and drove to the restaurant. Not only was it difficult to get a reservation there, but this restaurant was also a huge staple for your relationship with Izuku, since you had your first date here.

The waiter lead you to the far back where the private dinning area was hidden. This was the only way you could share private time with your boyfriend out in public. Under normal circumstances he would be bombarded with fans asking for pictures and autographs. The crowd would separate the two of you for who knows how long, but nothing would happen this time. Everything would perfect.

That’s what you thought at least. Sitting there patiently waiting for your green haired partner to arrive.

You held onto hope, ordering drinks and food for the both of you. All the hope you had dwindled away when the restaurant started closing at 10.

The entire time there was spent by yourself and the sympathetic waiter. “I’m sure he’ll show soon,” she said. “Maybe he’s busy. I’m sure being the number one hero is a hard job.” She even brought you a free dessert when closing hours hit as an apology for kicking you out.

You weren’t sure what made you feel worse: knowing that you were walking away from this date by yourself or how small the waiter made you feel with her empty promises.

The urge to reach for you phone and contact Izuku took over you with an overwhelming rage. How could he forget about you? Were you really not that important to him? Are you really that forgettable?

A confrontation was forming in your mind the entire way home, but it wasn’t used. Because he wasn’t home. There was no sign that he had ever been home to get ready for your date.

You couldn’t contain yourself anymore, typing aggressively while tears made your hands slick. Why aren’t you home yet?

He never opened the message.

It was 1 in the morning when Izuku finally made it home, exhaustion pulling at his body. He took his time taking off his shoes when a takeout box caught his eye. He hurriedly grabbed his phone, checking the date, as dread swept over him. How did he forget? Sure he had a ton of work to do, but you had planned this date for the longest. He knew how excited you were to have your own time with him away from his work.

He knocked on the bedroom gently, not expecting to find you asleep. When he saw the dried tears on your face his heart sank. He had to make this up to you somehow.

You felt soft kisses on your face the next morning and promptly turned over not wanting to talk to the man in front of you. He didn’t deserve your attention today, not after what he did to you last night. A sigh could be heard, “I deserve that,” Izuku said. “I’m sorry about what happened yesterday, baby. I really am.”

“Where were you,” you mumbled, your arm hiding your face from him.

“The agency.” You hummed knowing that would be his answer. “I got caught up in work an—“

“And you lost track of time, I know,” you sniffled.

He reached out turning you to face him and wiping the tears from your face. “I’m really sorry, honey. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You averted your eyes from him, “I’m tired of all the empty promises Izuku. I just…you never following through with what you say.”

“I know darling…I know. I can keep the promise this time though. I have today off and rescheduled our dinner date. See,” he held his phone out. Showing the time of the reservation. “I made breakfast too.”

“Izuku…,” he reached out to hold you whispering apologies in your ear. He knew he could unintentionally ignore you at times when he’s deep in his work, but it was never like this.

“How about this. Next time there’s a date I’ll plan it. It’ll be harder for me to forget if I coordinate it, you know?” You nodded against his chest, attempting to collect yourself.

You would do anything to fix the bumps in your relationship with Izuku and you can tell he would do the same. That’s what made you love him so much.

Azriel x Reader l Mating Bond

Azriel doesn’t know ho to react when he first notices the bond

He didn’t know what to do when the bond first formed. He was readjusting your stance during one of your training sessions when it clicked. He stumbled away from you, dumbfounded, as his shadows swarmed you. “Is my form really that bad?” You asked, noticing his strange behavior.

He shook his head immediately, his shadows now playing in you hair. “Rhys just told me some really important news. Cassian will help you with the rest of your training,” he called, taking flight. He didn’t know where he was going. You didn’t seem to notice the bond snapping into place, so he thought it best to keep it from you.

He did his best to control himself around you. The bond making you utterly irresistible. Especially when you started dating mostly thanks to Mor. You even went far enough to invite your date to Starfall, which Azriel definitely did not appreciate.

You went about the night showing your date around and introducing him to the other members of the inner circle. Azriel expected the handshake immediately, but you could tell something was bothering him. Everything seemed off about him recently and you couldn’t tell why.

The opportunity to confront him presented himself when he asked you to dance. “I don’t think I told you how amazing you look tonight,” he whispered, swiftly moving across the floor. Your dress sparkling as you twirled around the floor.

“You didn’t, but thank you. You look nice too.” Shadows scattered across the floor as Azriel spun you around. “What’s been on your mind lately, Az?” you question, breaking the silence.

He averted his gaze, looking over to where your date stood, “What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Azriel sighed, grabbing your hand and winnowing away.

When the shadows unveiled your eyes you were staining atop one of the balconies.

“I don’t like seeing you with other people,” came a soft whisper. You took you attention away from the people dancing underneath you, most of them awaiting starfall. You tilted your head, waiting for Azriel to elaborate. “I don’t know how to explain it. I—“

“We’re mates, Az,” you whispered, unsure if he knew. When he pulled away, your heart broke.

“How long have you known?” His shadows began to swarm him, hiding his face from you.

“I knew the day you left training early. You left so abruptly that I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to tell you, but I have my answer now.” You moved further away, tears swelling in your eyes.

You knew he wouldn’t accept your bond so you started dating to ease the pain. It all seemed to be a lost cause at that moment. Azriel’s presence still lurked behind you, his shadows roaming over your back.

He didn’t know what to do or how to console you. He wanted you in every way possible, but would you be willing to love someone as broken as him? “It’s not that I don’t want the bond, hell I’ve waited forever for you. And now that your in front of me, the bond present, I can’t help but wonder if you truly feel the same about me.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I want you Az. There’s nothing that you could do to change that.”

Azriel swept you up into his arms, his shadows cocooning you both. “Does that mean we’re mates?” The only answer he received were your lips against his. That was enough for him to finally understand.

“So what are we going to do about your partner down there then?” he whispered between kisses.

You hesitantly pulled away, looking down your we’re your date stood talking to someone else. “I don’t think there’s much to worry about.” It seemed like you were completely forgotten to him.

Hey! I was wondering if you could write Izuku x reader he thinks the reader is somewhat enigmatic because no one knows anything about them, so he tried to and realizes that they don't have any friends? Sorry if it's kinda angsty 😅 and feel free not to write it if you don't want. (If you do, could you make it gender neutral?) Thank you and I love your writing <3

Of course I can! thank you so much for sending this request in it was so much fun to write. I hope this met up to your expectations. I decided to add a little bit of angst for flavor. Once again thank you for this request and feel free to make another one if you would like. 😊

Izuku X Reader

Strangely Alone

Izuku has an analysis page for everyone and when I say everyone I mean everyone. He even goes into to a deep dive of what everyone can do and how they interact. For example, Bakugo can only make a few large explosions before his quirk dwindles out, and he always smells like sugar when he walks by.

He did this list for every person he met hero or not, but there was one person that he was missing. You.

He could never understand you and your habits, he couldn’t even understand your quirk. It caught him by surprise at first. The thought of him not knowing anything about you only made him more curious.

He took his time watching you, hoping to find any pattern in your movements or other mannerisms. Yet, he found nothing. You didn’t talk to anyone in class, not even at lunch when everyone has a chance to mingle. Everyday you sit by yourself with no one to talk to, in fact, it seemed that no one tried to talk to you. You kind of reminded him of Shoto and his quiet ways, but Shoto became friendlier over time unlike you.

You always sat with you head in the clouds or writing in your notebook. He would even catch some of his friends whispering about you and how you were still “studying” even though the exam was over. Little did they know that you heard every word they said.

It’s not that you wanted to sit by yourself with your book as your only form of company. You wanted to talk, to laugh, to have friends. You wanted it all, but it was hard for you when it came to those types of things. You didn’t realize how much the lack of friendship would affect you.

You made efforts to talk plenty of times before, but no one ever heard you. No one besides the half asleep teacher at least, he didn’t count in your book. You even found yourself crying at some point, all the frustration of trying to make new friends slowing breaking you down.

The more you sat alone the worse the thoughts got. Why am I always alone? Why is talking so hard for me? Is one person too much to ask for? You had to keep your head down to hide the tears, each thought slowly consuming you.

Izuku noticed you sitting by yourself once again, but something seemed different about it this time. You weren’t writing anything down or eating, you were just sitting by yourself. Something about you called to him. Without hesitation he grabbed his tray, ignoring all of his friends questioning faces, and walked to your table.

“Is this seat taken?” He questioned. You looked at him in awe, your eyes shining for your tears. You shook your head, allowing the green haired boy to take a seat. “Today’s training was really difficult, right?” He was trying to make any attempt at a conversation and his efforts seemed to be paying off.

“It was, but I’m sure there was a good reason for it. We all know how our teacher is.”

Izuku agreed with you and continued to make small talk. By the end of the period you found out that you had some things in common. You both liked the same hero’s and both struggled in the same subject. Ther was even a small disagreement over what kind of katsudon was better. Yours was obviously better.

The bell marking the end of lunch caught you by surprise. The time never went by this fast when you sat alone. You liked the change. You liked the company. “Can we eat together again tomorrow?” You asked as you put your tray away.

“Of course.” Yeah. You definitely liked the company.