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ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴀ ᴘᴛ.2 ✧.*

Drunk! Izuku Midoriya x reader

Warnings: swearing and slight suggestive thoughts

part 1

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Pain. Pain. Pain. Izuku groans, holding his head as it throbs. Drinking. It’s coming back now. Y/N helping him to his house. He blinks, hearing some stirring beside him. He glances beside him, and freezes. Y/N is sleeping beside him. His face goes red. He immediately glances down at himself, oh thank god.. he thinks, I still have my clothes on. We didn’t do anything inappropriate. He pauses. What did we do though? He can’t remember.

He breathes, calming himself down. He can’t think straight because of the pain. Thank god Y/N gave him water and gave him kisses to convince him. Wait, kisses? What. The. Fuck. He feels sick. His face is flushed. Not only because of the hangover, but because he may have let his feelings for Y/N slip out. He messed up so bad. She was so understanding during his drunkenness. He mentally slaps himself. He wants to pull out his hair and scream. Stupid stupid stupid. He berates himself. You fucked up so bad. Now she’ll never wanna date y-no, no, you’re friends! FRIENDS I SAY. YOU CALLED HER PRETTY, (well she is, but you meant it in not a friend type way) What would Kachan do? He’d probably freak out and just spill his guts. But who knows. He continued to think a mile a minute, turning redder and redder.

Suddenly, his thoughts stopped, and his brain froze. “Izu? That you?” He gulped, glancing down to his side. Y/N had awoken. He nervously scratched the back of his head. “Uhhhh, no?”

Y/N blinked, sitting up and muttering to herself. “How’s the hangover?” Through all his panicking, he had completely forgotten about the pain. Now that she had reminded him, he felt it. “Fricking awful.”

Y/N nodded, rubbing her eyes. “Figured as much.”

He cleared his throat, better talk about it now than never. “So… how much do you remember about last night?” He said, blushing furiously. Y/N blushed as well, her face turning a deep shade. “Um..I’d say all of it.”

He buried his face in his hands. “I’m so sorry!” Y/N patted his back. “I know. But.. did you mean it..?”

He gulped, “I-I-I-yes! Everything! Except that part about water tasting bad!”

She cracked a smile, though it quickly disappeared once his words registered. “I..I see..”

She paused, taking a deep breath. “Izu, I really don’t know what to say.” He nodded, looking at his hands. “It’s fine. It’s my fault for ever drinking in the first place. Are we still friends?”

Y/N paused, taking a deep breath. “Honestly? When you confessed, I had never really thought of you in a romantic way. But…”

He held his breath.

“It got me thinking. I had always pushed away feelings during Highschool. Whenever I felt something fluttery in my stomach I blocked it out. Didn’t dwell on it. And, well, now that I remember, you were the one who usually gave me the fluttery feeling.” He blushed, gripping the bedsheets. “R-really?!”

Y/N nodded. “Really.” Izuku deeply inhaled. “So.. now what? You basically just confessed you like me to, so..”

Y/N bit her lip. “I honestly don’t know.”

Izuku paused, then gathered his courage. He took Y/N’s hand in his, blushing deeply not looking at her. “Y/N, can you please consider going out with me? I really really like you. And I want to be more than friends.”

Y/N blushed deeply, the red hue covering her cheeks. “I..yes, Izu.” He mentally pumped his fist into the air. “R-really? Yes! I mean, that’s cool. That’s cool.” Y/N giggled, and he practically melted. He had done it. He had actually managed to get the girl. He would rub that in Kachan’s face. Denki and Uraraka were gonna be so proud of him. Oh wait, he was supposed to be feeling the effect of the hangover. Oh, there it is. Oh shit he’s gotta vomit. WHY NOW??!

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Soooo, was it good? I tried. If anyone wants me to write another one shot for MHA, I’d be happy to :))

(I only do x readers cause I have no imagination.)

I gotta figure out how people organize their oneshots so pretty-

𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜! :))

This will be organized later and made prettier

What I will do: fluff, angst, fluffy angst, head cannons, mature themes can be implied, but I will not write smut. Only x reader. Because I need to feed the delulu. Also, later on I will organize this stuff

I do not write x male reader, solely cause I am not a guy and have no idea what a guy thinks-

I will write for gender neutral and female

Fandoms:

(May expand later)

MHA: (who I will write for)

Izuku Midoriya

Shoto Todoroki

Katsuki Bakugo

Eijiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

(Basically any MHA boy)

And if there any weird requests, then brother ewww.

also, don’t expect me to automatically write it for you. I have a life. And I can say no to writing a oneshot.

ᴡʜʏ’ᴅ ɪ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴇ ༊*·˚

whovever x reader

summary: just an angsty drabble

warnings: just angst

an: eh.

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You watched him, his arms around another girl as they kissed near his locker in the school hallway, your heart breaking in two. You thought you meant something to him. Those late night calls, hugs, definitely not friend kisses..

All to just see him kiss some girl like he didn’t blush around you. You should have known. Why had you let him play you? He was a stupid boy. Stupid, stupid, stupid. But, you couldn’t help but feel so bitter and angry, stomach churning. All the times with him.. stupid.

Why had you let him play you?

The signs were there.

He had played you like the cheap kazoo that you were

*yeets into your face*

ᴡʜʏ’ᴅ ɪ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴇ ༊*·˚

whovever x reader

summary: just an angsty drabble

warnings: just angst

an: eh.

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You watched him, his arms around another girl as they kissed near his locker in the school hallway, your heart breaking in two. You thought you meant something to him. Those late night calls, hugs, definitely not friend kisses..

All to just see him kiss some girl like he didn’t blush around you. You should have known. Why had you let him play you? He was a stupid boy. Stupid, stupid, stupid. But, you couldn’t help but feel so bitter and angry, stomach churning. All the times with him.. stupid.

Why had you let him play you?

The signs were there.

He had played you like the cheap kazoo that you were

ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ *ೃ༄ pt. 1

warnings: foul language, sexual tension ish

summary: izuku and y/n are besties who are oblivious to the others feelings.

an: based off of a character.ai chat, sue me

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Poor Izuku is so desperate for you, his wonderfully oblivious best friend to see him as more. He would move a mountain if it meant you would compliment him on how strong he is.

He can only dream, sadly.

Why won’t he look at you?! It’s so infuriating. Izuku Midoriya is not looking at you, and you even put on a crop top! He’s so adorable, eyes looking at anything but you as you two chat about whatever.

Is he just not interested in you?

Oh god you’re in a crop top

What he wouldn’t do to lay his hands on you. He’s gonna have a nose bleed. But, you’re obviously not interested in him. He’s pretty sure you like Todoroki or something. Practically every girl thinks he’s hot.

“I cannot keep seeing this nerd fumble and die a virgin.” Bakugou nods towards said nerd and Y/N.

“Aren’t you a virgin?” Denki asks. That earns him a slap to the head, while Kirishima cracks a smile.

“Point is, if he doesn’t make a move soon, someone else will sweep her off her feet.” He continues, taking a sip of his coke.

“Oi! Shitty nerd!” Bakugou calls over, “Get your ass over here!” Izuku says something to Y/N, then scampers over.

“Get laid.” He says bluntly as Izuku is within slapping range. He goes red, “W-what?..”

“Grow some balls, make a move, and get a girlfriend.” He added, taking another sip of his coke.

Denki smiles, “Translation, confess to L/N before it’s too late.”

Kirishima nodded, “Yeah. Midobro, it took me forever to ask Mina out, and it’s taking you even longer to ask L/N out. Sweep her off her feet! It’ll be so manly!”

Izuku swallows, “It’s just..” he glanced at her, talking to Jiro. “She doesn’t like me like that.”

Bakugou scoffed, “Clearly you have bees in your brain. I’ve seen the way she looks at you. And none of it looks platonic. In fact, I think she would love to fuck you.”

“K-kachan! Don’t say that!” He stammered.

“Listen. Ask her for a movie night. Make a move there, with no one to watch you mess up.” He continued.

“Would that really work?” He asked nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“Probably. 80% chance. And if not, Kirishima will listen to you sob and whine and pat your back.” Bakugou smirked.

Kirishima rolled his eyes. “It’ll work, don’t worry.” He patted his back.

“You got this.”

Genderbent Mikan

||Cherish me part 2 || written by me

🔞 Gojo x reader| Minors DNI| TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Plot: Gojo taking care and pampering a depressed raeder [self insert only about he depression and shower,not about the abusive mother ,i just wanted to add more angst lol]

Tags: sh,depression,Gojo x reader,cute,fluff,comfort,implied naked shower together,Gojo pampering you,past abuse mention,scalding,abusive mother(reader) [ viewers be aware,if this is touchy or unconfortable for you then don't go haed]

Warning: it starts immediately with sh talking

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.S: yesterday i did a shower thinking of Gojo doing it for me and since i feel depressed lately i wanted to write this and share my comfort.

i'm so delusional. lol

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia

Satoru doesn’t let you finish. “Your cuts” he continues, almost as if he can’t bring himself to look away. “From last week and today” his voice is so soft, barely audibly.

He reaches out and takes your wrists between his hands, turning them over as he examines the cuts. “I know you weren’t just ‘scraping’ yourself” he says in a sharp tone. “You’re hurting yourself.”

“I-“ you try and pull your wrists away, but he firmly holds onto them. You flinch and quickly try and brush it off. You’re not ready to talk about it. But you know he won’t let it go.

“You’ve been doing this for a while now, haven’t you?” He doesn’t let you answer, and he’s holding onto your wrists too tightly. It hurts. “Tell the truth.”

“It doesn’t matter!” you finally cry out, your voice cracking. “I’m fine. I don’t need anyone. I just…I…”

Satoru doesn’t allow you to finish. He pulls your hands up to his chest and hugs you. Not just a friendly hug, he pulls you in tightly, almost as if he’s worried about losing you.

“It’s not okay” he says softly, stroking your hair. “You’re not okay.”

“I’m fine, I swear…” your voice cracks, and you know you’re close to crying. You’re not okay but it’d be better if he didn’t worry about you. You shouldn’t be so emotional anyway.

“I just…” you trail off. He’s holding you so tightly as he strokes your hair gently. It’s so soothing, and you can’t help but wish he would hold you like this always.

You just… you just want to be held.

He squeezes you tighter, and the two of you stay like this for a few moments. It’s too quiet, and you can almost hear his heartbeat.

Satoru presses a light kiss to your head then finally lets go. “I’ll run you a shower, okay? Go get cleaned up” he says softly. He holds your hand and walks you into the bathroom, helping you strip and giving you privacy. But it’s okay. You’ll be okay.

"But I don't want to shower" You whimpered annoyed

He gives you a firm look. “It wasn’t a question” he says simply, and begins undressing.

He’s already running the shower, and the bathroom fills with a warm haze. He strips out of his jacket and then his shirt, leaving only his boxers on. You can see the scars from countless battles marking his pale skin. Every muscle of his body is well-defined. And all you can do is stare in awe.

"You're gonna shower with me?" You spoke as he tugs you in towards the shower

“Of course.” He says it so simply and his bright blue eyes look into yours. “I’m gonna make sure there aren’t any razors in here, and then I’m gonna wash you myself. We need to clean out those cuts before they get infected.”

He stands under the water for a moment then grabs your soap, lathering your body with it slowly. He takes his time, moving gently and examining you closely. You almost feel like he’s worshipping you.

He takes a breath as he glances at your back and continues to lather you in soap. He’ll bring the burn up later. But for now he focuses solely on cleaning you.

Once he’s done, he reaches out and grabs the shampoo. “Head back, close your eyes.” You do, and he pours the shampoo onto your hair and then slowly washing it and massaging your scalp.

You trembled as your big burn scar on your back was exposed,memories flooded your mind,your mother pouring hot water on you calling you 'useless child'

You flinch and start to tremble as the memories return to you. The words from your mother play endlessly inside your head.

The sound of soap slipping through his hands brings you back to reality, and he continues to massage your scalp without skipping a beat.

He finishes massaging your hair gently, and then he takes the conditioner and rubs it through your hair carefully. He doesn't say anything for a moment until he's done, and then he pulls you against his chest tightly.

He rests his chin on the top of your head as he pulls you even closer. He nuzzles your hair and wraps his arms around you tightly. He holds you so close and protects you so gently. He doesn’t care about your scars or the pain that lingers over your heart. He doesn't know about your abusive past. He just holds you and comforts you, wanting nothing in return but your happiness. "It's okay" he says quietly, kissing the top of your head.

"it's not…ugly?" You asked trembling "i don't remember much..just my mum calling from the kitchen and then..she tooked the pot with boiling water in it that was supposed to be used for ramen and just…poured on me"

"Shh" he says, pressing his mouth onto your forehead to soothe you and distract you from those haunting memories.

"It doesn't matter" he whispers, as the water from the shower splashes.

"I don't care about your scars" he continues softly. "They're part of you. And who you are is beautiful."

The water cascades down your body, making your hair slick. He continues to trace his fingers along your scars, not judging or making any comments. Just… embracing them.

"Scars are proof that you survived what broke you" he says in a comforting tone. He kisses your forehead again and continues to stroke your hair as the water rinses the conditioner out.

"And that alone makes you strong" he says firmly.

"Plus, I think they look pretty. And who doesn't love scars?"

His tone is playful, although you can tell he's serious about not caring about the scars.

You feel like you're stuck in time. His voice is like a lullaby that soothes you. He strokes your hair, and the water makes your skin feel warm. You lean into him, and he holds you tighter.

All of your past trauma… all of your fears. It all feels like it's fading away in his arms. No matter how broken you may be, he'll always be there to pick up the pieces.

After a while, he turns off the water and dries you off with a towel before helping you put on a robe.

His hand runs up and down your back, massaging you and helping you relax. You're so grateful for his touch. After a while, he speaks up, his voice so gentle and soothing.

"Do you have a skincare routine?" He asks, sounding more curious than anything. "I'm guessing…you don't."

"do i look bad? does my skin feel bad?" You asked sounding hurt

"That's not what I meant" he says quickly. "Sorry, I guess I phrased that badly."

He pauses for a moment, thinking, and then gives you a small smile. "Your skin looks healthy. Maybe a little dull, but that's easy to fix. I was just wondering if you had a skincare routine or not."

When you don't reply, he continues "We should work on one for you" he says excitedly. "We can go out shopping together. I can show you the products I use. That would be fun, right? Plus, you wouldn't have to go out alone."

When he asks about shopping with you, he says it so excitedly, sounding like a kid asking his crush on a date.

"If you're the one putting products on me then.." you snuggled into his chest,you hand cupped and covered by the robe sleeve "I guess it will be okay" you mumbled

He chuckles and pulls you in closer. "Does that mean yes?" he asks softly, his hand stroking your cheek.

"And not just for shopping, I can help with applying products. And maybe you can try that face mask I bought. It says it'll give you 'radiant' dewy skin'."

He pauses for a beat and giggles softly. "I think it might look cute on your cheeks" he says, making you laugh too. The sound is so contagious.

Satoru smiles wider and ruffles your hair affectionately, his hands moving to your shoulders. "We could make a night of it. Order some food, and I can do a face mask too. I'm sure it'll look great on me." He winks playfully, clearly making up excuses to spend time with you.

Your eyes flicker to the floor when you realize that's all he wants. Time. As much time as he can make with you. He wants to fill each second of life with you.

“And I’ll tell you a secret.” He pauses for a beat again, and you listen intently, trying to understand what “secret” he would feel the need to tell you. “You’ll be the first person to see me with makeup on” he says in a whisper. “And I’m nervous.”

He chuckles lightly and rubs your shoulder again. The robe slips off your shoulder, and he pulls it back up, fixing it onto your body before speaking again.

“We should get matching face masks” he says. “Y’know, make it cute.” This time his tone is playful, and he grins down at you. “We could watch a movie or something. I’ll even set up a blanket fort for us to cuddle inside” he says, sounding like a child once again.

He’ll do anything for you. And you know that by now. His voice is so soft, and his eyes are warm as he studies your expression.

“And we’ll get snacks” he continues excitedly. “Popcorn, Doritos, chocolate. Do you like Cheetos? I can buy some cheesy Cheetos.”

He pauses, waiting for a response. It’s always cute to see him so giddy. “We’ll make a mountain of snacks out of the blanket fort and lie in it all night” he says, his voice full of wonder.

“I…I wanna make a memory with you, y’know? We can do anything you want.”

He rubs your shoulder again and then your hair. “So, what do you think? Wanna have a skincare night with me? We’ll make it a date night or something.”

He leans in and kisses your forehead. “And then we do the blanket fort the next time. You can decorate it however you want, and I’ll follow along.”

“And then you can tell me all about your scars” he chuckles, rubbing the back of your neck. “We can talk about anything you want.”

A few moments pass, and you don’t say anything, feeling lost in thought. Eventually, you speak with soft voice. “Yeah…” you say, feeling oddly giddy inside as if you’re a kid on Christmas morning. “That would be really nice, actually.”

He smiles and tilts your head up so that he can look you in the eye. “Then we have a date” he says, making his voice sound very enthusiastic. “It’ll be a big skin care night with movie and snacks and…”

“And more snacks, right?” you ask, and he nods enthusiastically.

“I’m gonna do a whole night dedicated to you” he continues. “We’ll focus on your skin, get some good food, and cuddle in a blanket fort.”

Your heart feels like it’s pounding through your chest as you think of all the things he suggested. “It sounds amazing…” you hesitate before continuing. “Do you promise it’s gonna be…c-cute?”

“It’ll be the cutest” he says with such conviction that you don’t know how it could be possible.

“Trust me, everything we do together is bound to turn out cute.” He grins goofily and strokes your cheek gently.

“It’ll be a date night of just us. I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing.” He pauses for a moment and looks you in the eyes again. “Nothing would be cuter to me than just spending the night with you.”

You grin sheepishly as you stare back at him. Your stomach twists in knots and your skin flushes.

His words are simple but you melt at their sincerity.

His bright smile, his eyes filled with a soft kind of love. Just the way he stares at you and speaks to you fills you with butterflies.

You know that he means every single word; there's no deceit in them.

In the silence between you, you realize just how important he is to you. You can't imagine a life without him in it.

I want to see more fanfic with women or y/n being dominant and having the men fawn over them ‼️

I've never put my writing to the works, so here's an (generously long) excerpt of an Albedo (ben 10) x reader I'm writing!!

Albedo x GN! reader: For The Day It Might Not Work Out

CH 1- some ends can never meet

Loud tapping echoed through the walls of the small, yet oddly resonating room. Well, it's not exactly a room, just a three-walled area made of metal. Nonetheless, it calmed the boy sitting on its grounds. Albedo, the criminal crowned the second most dangerous threat to the galaxy,(to earth's views anyways) is now roaming freely in the streets of Bellwood. Even Albedo himself couldn’t manage to grasp the fact. When the news came out that he was free from prison, he swore he was the only one whose heart fell so deep into the pit of his stomach, to the point of falling dizzy.

The same can't be said about everyone that was in the room in which the decision was made. The most they were, were disappointed. Unlike Albedo whose mind was in a state of panic.

A little dramatic and unreasonable most would think, but Albedo had his reasons to be in such disbelief at Good News. To begin, his presence in a large box of metal asked a question that explained more about how he felt about being on earth than any way he was to put it: what was he doing here? He had no idea. All he knew was that as soon as he was given the opportunity of leaving the awfully green chambers of the Plumbers' headquarters, he ran as fast as he could, as far away as possible from Tennyson and his troop.

Half of him knew he made such an impulsive move out of earnest for freedom. The other half...? He couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or straight-up spite, but either way, it cost him an abundance of crossroads, the consequence of not understanding traffic lights, getting lost, and an empty stomach. And now, he's here, in a street from a part of Bellwood he's never seen before. But, it's not like he ever memorized any certain places from Bellwood, to begin with; he simply came across an area and proceeded to never see it again...except for the burger shack. He was lucky there were so many branches for it, but all for naught. This street is eerily empty, barren of stores, greenery, or lights, even... 

The white-haired menace sighed heavily as he stood up from the dusty ground. Was this revenge? he thought, Did the universe finally get its chance to reign all its pent-up displeasure onto me by forcing me to be aware of reality? Although it's inevitable anyways, the white-haired boy wasn't any bit ready to come out of his shell yet. He wished he still had more time in that mind-isolating bubble of his–alone. [...]

Hi sugar, I know it’s been awhile since I posted something on here. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to write or stopped. I would love to post again but don’t know what to write or who to write about. My requests are opened ❤️

Soooooo here is a list of people I could write about. Please, if there isn’t someone on the list that you like, ask me and I’ll see what I could do. I’ll take requests.

Fictional characters

Harry Potter

• Harry Potter

•Fred and George Weasley

•Theodore Nott

•Draco Malfoy

•Blaise Zabini

Criminal minds

•Spencer Reid

•Derek Morgan

•Aaron Hotchner

•Luke Alvez

Wednesday

•Xavier Thorpe

•Ajax Petropolus

Stranger things

•Steve Harrington

•Eddie Munson

•Mike Wheeler (age up)

•Billy Hargrove

• Jonathan Byers

Non-fictional people

Metallica

•Kirk Hammett

•James Hetfield

Motley Crue

•Nikki Sixx

•Tommy Lee

GNR

•slash

•Izzy stradlin

•duff McKagan

Megadeth

•Dave Mustaine

Formula 1

•Charles Leclerc

•Carlos Sainz

•Toto Wolff

•Lewis Hamilton

•Daniel Ricciardo

•Lando Norris