#I just ate a lot of pasta and then astral projected into all for one's very unwilling body

[andypantsx3]

unconventional | 1 | midoriya x reader

pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Reader

summary: HeroExpo is incredible, and that’s not even counting the really cute hero fanboy you just met. Well, you think he might be cute under that Deku cosplay. It’s hard to tell because it’s really, really good. Like, too good.

length: est ~13,000 words | 5 chapters

tags: romance, pro hero au, misunderstandings, conventions/fandom culture

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

 HeroExpo @heroexpo_official Excited to see more of your favorite heroes? Check out the additions to our weekend line up! http://bit.ly/9iJZ5jt

( ✧Д✧ )ᕗ @jell3_bell3 replying to @heroexpo_official okay but what if u just replaced every slot with an uravity panel

xinju @greenhopp replying to @jell3_bell3 and @heroexpo_official ooh concept: a red riot meet and greet, but instead of shaking hands u get to pet his abs

zennie | commissions open! @jennie_xz_art TBT to last year when I got yelled at by @officialdynamight. May you all be similarly blessed by him this weekend. #HeroX #spicyangriboi

green bean protection squad @bunnnniboi replying to @heroexpo_official they added a DEKU MEETING AND GREET?? you mean i get to see him IN PERSON???? brb astral projecting outta my fucken body

The truth of it was, you hadn’t originally planned on going.

HeroExpo sounded like the perfect thing for a huge hero nerd like you—a weekend packed full of panels, art, meet and greets, and a sea of fans just as wild for it all as you were. There was going to be all manner of food, merch, and even things directly relevant to your major—talks by support techs on building the next generation of hero gear, booths hawking knock off gear, and a hall specifically reserved for support item testing.

It would have been recreational and aspirational, and you had wanted to go for as long as you had known of the convention’s existence.

The issue was that HeroExpo cost money.

Lots of it.

As a college student nearing the end of a very intensive degree, you were not exactly raking in the big bucks, and you frankly had somewhat larger designs on the produce section of the grocery store than you did on HeroExpo. It was a hard draw between shelling out for tickets and eating something slightly more substantial than cup noodles for the rest of the semester.

You’d quite honestly been leaning towards the option where you ate actual food with a shelf life of under three years—especially since you’d recently heard tell of a sophomore who’d gotten scurvy off a semester of pasta and Ritz crackers—and you’d resigned yourself to another year of inattendance. You’d even started to make all the proper arrangements, bookmarking fan blogs and scrolling through twitter to follow people who said they would be attending HeroX so you could experience the event from the sidelines.

And that is when it happened. The patron saint of hero fangirls smiled down upon you, in the form of one very auspicious tweet.

HeroExpo @heroexpo_official Want to experience HeroX for free? Volunteer with our crew and get a free weekend pass! http://bit.ly/f1JX6ty

You had never clicked anything faster in your life, throwing your details into the form at speeds high enough to break the sound barrier. You shamelessly played up your support tech major, volunteering to help with any tech and tooling issues the staff encountered. And if you had also maybe buffed up the weight limit you could feasibly carry, and exaggerated your willingness to work with children, well, that was your own business. Besides, a few hours each day swearing and sweating over merch boxes would be well worth it to get into HeroX.

An organizer had called you within hours—eager college students with tons of enthusiasm and zero labor standards were apparently their target employment pool—and, after chatting with her over the phone and confirming the totally untrue weight limits you had just submitted, you were in.

And that was how you found yourself packed into the convention center downtown, with roughly thirty other hero nerds who, by the looks of them, had also definitely oversold their weight-carrying capabilities. You’d shown up the Thursday before to get your badges, then watched approximately a million hours of ancient work safety videos, detailing the appropriate use of ladders, operation of the trash compactors out back, and the suggested box lifting techniques.

Then they’d set you to work unpacking ten billion plastic chairs, laying out cheap scratchy tables along the hall that would become artist’s alley. You unfurled several hundred meters of line barriers with those retractable belts, and shunted boxes around like the grunt you were. It was backbreaking and totally unglamorous, and you’d started sweating only ten minutes into it.

It all proved worth it, though, when you caught your first glimpse of Red Riot passing through the lobby of the adjoining hotel, chatting animatedly with someone you guessed might be his manager, his bright red hair unmistakable even in his street clothes. Over the course of the afternoon, several other heroes followed, each one of them sending your heartbeat racing with a shocked little thrill.

It reignited the spark of your excitement for the weekend to come, and you’d started hauling boxes and unrolling barrier tape with renewed vigor. At the end of the day, you hauled yourself back to your apartment and passed out in your bed, exhausted but pleased, and excited for the prospect of tomorrow.

Had you known what awaited you when you showed up for your morning shift, however, you might not have been so excited.

Because when you walked into the staff room that Friday morning, a nightmare awaited you.

“You said you’re good with kids, right?” one of the organizers asked you. “We need you to wear this.”

You were actually not that good with kids, despite what you had claimed on your application, so the question itself was concerning enough.

But even more concerning was the this in question. A puffy, luridly-colored mascot suit, in the very vague shape of retired number one hero All Might. It puffed out in a bulge of stuffed muscles, moldering spandex, and an unfathomably large head, with a horrifyingly misshapen cut out in the smile where your face was probably supposed to poke out.

“No,” was out of your mouth the second your eyes locked onto it.

The organizer looked up from her phone, then, throwing you an evaluating look, and you realized that the fate of your afternoon attendance at HeroX rested on a different answer.

You backpedaled.

“Uh, I mean—how...how bad could it be,” you said faintly, eyes darting to the costume again. It stared back in a pile of lumpy muscles and yellow foam eyebrows. A hard pit of dread coiled in your stomach.

All Might was an icon. He had a special place in your heart—as he did with every member of your generation—and under other circumstances you would have been happy to pay homage to him in the stupidest outfit imaginable. But the suit was honestly super creepy and looked ancient as hell, and you could already see the way children were going to flock to it, like birds to a fat pile of bread crumbs.

Sweet lord above, you hoped the afternoon panels were gonna be worth this.

“You’re going to want to stick to one area, and look down if you do have to walk anywhere,” the organizer said briskly. “I’ve been told it’s hard to see where you’re going in that.”

She toed it towards you with the point of an ankle boot. “There’s an Uravity panel at ten in Hall C, you’ll probably want to start there. She’s popular with the younger kids.”

“Great,” you said hollowly, stooping to scoop it off the floor. You could barely fit your hands around the head, so you grabbed onto one of All Might’s signature bunny-ear bangs, hefting it over your shoulder like an axe. “Sounds great.”

Getting it through the door also proved a Sisyphean effort, but after several minutes of shoving and some creative angling, you managed to get it into the hall. Several of the other volunteer nerds eyed you sympathetically as you passed them, looking guiltily relieved that they’d escaped your fate.

Outside of Hall C, you wiggled your way into the suit, another endeavor that proved almost beyond human capability. Once you zipped it up, you discovered it was instantly stuffy inside, and smelled slightly mildewy, like it hardly ever saw the outside of a storage bin.

And it proved to get even stuffier over the course of the morning. Even with the mouth hole you could peek most of your face out of, the rest of the suit stayed warm, retaining your body heat and stubbornly resisting even the slightest modicum of airflow. As you had expected, children flocked to it, screaming with joy and rocketing towards you with all the speed and deadly intent of rampaging rhinoceroses.

By the end of the morning you'd worked up a mild headache from the heat and the spectacular volume of the convention-going children, and you were strongly looking forward to getting the damned thing off you. You needed to feel the cool air of the convention center on you once more the same way you needed air to breathe, or needed an advil for the pressure at your temples. You were also starving, and fully intended to descend upon Lunch Rush’s cafe station like a vulture on carrion.

So you may have been rushing as you made your way back to the staff rooms. Which is probably why you weren’t really being careful, or looking down as you had been advised to whenever you moved.

And that's when it happened.

As you passed the entrance to Hall C, your foot slid forward on something, shooting out from underneath you like you’d stepped on a skateboard. You stumbled backwards, arms whirling. You managed to slap the blunt edge of one wall with one of All Might’s foam hands, which bounced straight back off of it. And then you lost your balance, tripping backwards.

You’d just let out a strangled squeak of panic when there was a woosh of air, and your back bumped something that was decidedly higher than the floor. You could feel something shift through the foam of All Might’s caped shoulder, and the ceiling moved strangely in front of your eyes. It took you a moment to realize you were being helped back onto your feet.

“Um, are you alright?” someone asked you, slightly muffled through All Might’s giant head. The tone was male, gentle but sure, a careful lilt in it that you could have sworn you’d heard before.

You had to turn your entire body to see over your shoulder.

The person who had caught you was a guy. A super cute guy, at least as far as you could tell. He was fairly tall, packed with lean muscle, and broad across the shoulders—but it was hard to make out how much of that was real.

The issue was that he was wearing the most convincing Deku costume you had ever seen—no, the most convincing cosplay overall that you’d ever seen.

He had all the details of Deku’s suit just right, down to the material of his leg bracers and the color of the hardware on his gloves. It seemed to fit him just right, too, tapering in at his trim waist and stretching enticingly across those broad shoulders, cupping lovingly to a downright illegal set of biceps. You wondered absently if those were real or foam cut out, and had to stop yourself from reaching out to find out.

He even had tiny little freckles painted on, had achieved the same fluffy, bed head consistency to his inky green curls, and had clearly let someone work incredible professional magic with his makeup. His facial structure looked almost exactly the same as Deku’s, maybe just a little sharper than the Deku you knew from TV.

You’d always thought Deku himself was fairly handsome, if implausibly sweet-looking for someone with that amount of raw power, but this guy was almost something else entirely. He was definitely nailing the wholesome thing, too, but that strong jawline and the watchful attentiveness of his gaze were doing something to you that the Deku from TV did not.

You realized you were staring, and quickly moved to correct course.

“I’m alright, thank you for catching me,” you said, gesturing with one of All Might’s thick arms. “I literally do not know if I would have been capable of getting back up.”

Those green eyes flicked over you, and a smile pulled at his mouth. It hit you like a flash of bright sunshine, charmingly sincere, and you had to remind yourself that breathing was a thing you should probably be doing.

“Save people with a smile, right?” he said.

You laughed. How very Deku of him.

“And what a truly heinous villain I have been rescued from,” you said, finally catching sight of your trip hazard. The offending candy wrapper stared back up at you from the floor, villainously. You didn’t dare lean down to collect it in case the Deku fanboy had to cause to save you again.

He noticed it too, however, and leaned over and plucked it off the floor to toss it in a nearby trash can. You tried very hard not to notice the way the muscles in his thighs pulled as he leaned over.

So. Those appeared to be very, very real.

“Do you also need rescuing from, um, All Might?” he asked, eyes flicking over your mascot suit again as he straightened. “He looks hard to navigate in.”

You couldn’t help but grin back at him. “I’ll be free of him in a couple minutes for lunch break, but thanks. All Might is lucky he’s the only hero I would put up with this for.”

Even then, you still kind of wanted to dump the damn suit in the trash compactor out back and watch its huge head get compacted until it exploded, but you kept that particular fantasy to yourself. It could have been the costume, but this guy looked way too nice for petty shit like that.

The Deku fanboy perked up. “He’s amazing, isn’t he?”

Ah, so an All Might fan in addition to a Deku fan. But who wasn’t, really?

“He’s a legend for a reason,” you said earnestly. “I’m glad we’ve moved past the All Might era to a structure where heroes aren’t expected to shoulder the burdens of society alone like that. But I can’t begin to imagine the kind of selflessness and strength it took for him to be the icon he was for so long. I still feel safe whenever I look at him.”

The fanboy’s eyes brightened, lighting on you speculatively. “That’s it exactly.”

He smiled again, intimate and almost conspiratorial, like a ray of summer sunshine washing over you. You wanted to bask in it like a cat in a warm window. You couldn't help but feel weirdly drawn to him for someone you had just met, like he was someone familiar to you, someone you might be safe with.

Honestly, this dude could have given Deku himself a run for his money.

“What’s your name?” you found yourself asking.

The fanboy blinked, almost like he was surprised you had asked. “Izuku. What’s yours?”

You stifled a surprised laugh. Either he was staying super in character, or you had just found out why Deku was clearly his favorite hero.

Cute.

“Ah, of course,” you said agreeably, though you felt none of the same need to masquerade as All Might. Especially given that you were about to be mercifully free of him. “I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he echoed, smiling again, and the sound of your name in that gentle but firm tone did weird things to your ability to breathe.

It was maybe this lack of oxygen flow to your brain that prompted you to ask your next question, something you never might have done if you hadn’t been so strangely, instantly charmed by him. Something that, you would find out only later, would set off the chain of events that led to the rest of your weekend.

“Hey, I’m about to be off shift for the rest of the afternoon,” you told him. “Can I treat you to lunch, as a thanks for the save?”

The fanboy looked back at you, those green eyes flickering over you with a keen discernment almost at odds with that warm smile. You felt suddenly like he caught everything, every little detail, like he was the type who could pick something apart and put it back together with just a look alone. You ignored the recessed part of your brain that began to pipe up about his potential to take you apart.

You had just met him, and no matter how cute he was, you needed to at least get to know the guy first. Plus, you were wearing a moldering All Might mascot suit and he’d watched you wipe out on a candy wrapper. He likely was not finding you the epitome of sexy right now.

The fanboy looked a little shy, then, and lifted an arm to tousle the curls at the back of his head. You had occasion to notice that the muscles in his arm were also very, very real, and your mouth went kind of dry.

“I think I’d like that,” he said, another smile turning up the corner of his mouth. “Where did you have in mind?”

Your mouth pulled into a grin again, pleased, and you gestured vaguely to your All Might suit. “Let me rid myself of this monstrosity, and I’ll treat you to Lunch Rush’s?”

He nodded that head of wild curls. “Sounds great. I’ll, um, wait for you here?”

You nodded as best you were able to in the All Might costume, feeling strangely giddy. It was just lunch, but you were excited to have made an acquaintance at the convention, and it didn't hurt that he was as weirdly winsome as he was.

It wasn’t every day you found another hero fan with a smile that pretty, and it was all but unheard of for a fanboy to be as built as this dude obviously was. Plus, if the save and the shy hair tousling was anything to go by, this guy was genuinely a nice boy, and the accuracy of his suit told you he might even be a bigger hero nerd than you were. You hoped desperately that the two of you would hit it off over lunch.

And with that thought, you waved him off. You turned on your heel, darting back to the staff rooms as quickly as All Might would allow, your heartbeat fluttering in your chest.

And that is how things started.

Just a heads up that this fic is going to be posted somewhat slower than my usual pace!! I'm going to be taking a little more time off of writing than I typically do for ~self care~ because I've been getting a little burnt out at work. Thank you for understanding!! 💕

#midoriya x reader #midoriya x you #deku x reader #izuku midoriya #bnha x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha

[elisaphoenix13]

To Lose Everything...(Ch.5)

It took a couple more months for Peter to don his Spiderman suit again, and it was only because of some coaxing from Stephen. As much as he wanted to keep Peter inside and safe (Wong had teasingly called him Mom again when he mentioned this to him), the teen was getting antsy. He didn't even realize that he missed being Spiderman. Stephen told him to try a couple of hours out and if he still wasn't ready, he could return home and try later. Peter wasn't not ready, he just decided that it would be best to go out on a gradient. Two hours turned into four, then six...then eventually he stayed out until the curfew that Stephen had set. The curfew wasn't entirely strict in the regards that if Peter was dealing with something close to curfew, he was to tell either Stephen or Wong.

That had only happened once so far, and Peter got home ten minutes after and apologized. He really was a good kid. The teen always looked exhilarated after his patrol, and also a bit tired, and Stephen would just send him up to bed with a glass of water and a late night snack. Something healthy that wouldn't give him much energy but would at least fill him up enough so that he wasn't waking up in the middle of the night with a growling stomach. That had happened one night, and no matter how quiet Peter tried to be, he had still woken up Wong and felt terrible about it. Stephen had to come up with the solution to give him a snack because Peter wouldn't go back down to the kitchen in the middle of the night for fear of waking one of them.

Then, one of Stephen's newest fears had come to fruition. Peter had gotten hurt during patrol and Karen was the one to call him (a protocol that the teen changed with Ned's help to contact either Stephen or Wong instead. Happy was kept on in case they weren't available).

The Sorcerer Supreme had been reading when he got the dreaded call. "What is it Peter?" He asks when he answers the call.

"Doctor Strange, Peter has been shot and he's losing an alarming amount of blood--" Karen's voice filters through the phone and Stephen jumps to his feet.

"Where?!"

When Karen gives him Peter's location, he shouts to Wong about the situation as he creates a portal and steps through. The sight that met him had his heart clenching and the blood draining from his face. Peter was face down in an alley with a pool of blood surrounding him, and completely motionless. Stephen rushes over and falls to his knees beside the teen and quickly looks over his wounds to assess the damage. To his relief, Peter had groaned at being moved and the sorcerer cloaks the entrance to the alleyway before he pulls off the kid's mask.

"No...no...can't see me..." Peter protests weakly.

"It's okay Peter. It's only me." Stephen soothes immediately and starts on checking for exit wounds. It wouldn't be a good idea to move him right now.

"Hehe..." The teen snickers and the doctor immediately chalks that up to shock from blood loss. "Hey Doctor Strange?" Stephen only grunts to let the boy know he was listening. If it kept him awake, he would listen. "You're kinda like a mom...you know that?" Stephen falters for only half a second before focusing on healing Peter. "You hug me even though I know that's not your thing...sometimes send me to bed with a juice box..." Peter giggles again at that. "And I know you astral project to watch me sometimes. Wong told on you."

Stephen listens to Peter ramble about all the 'motherly' things that the sorcerer does but only takes it with a grain of salt. Peter was in shock and he wouldn't even remember any of it in the morning. It didn't mean that he didn't feel good hearing about it though. It showed how much Peter had noticed what Stephen was doing for him, and how appreciative he was.

"...you have a mom smell too." Peter says matter-of-factly.

Stephen chuckles. "A mom smell?"

"Yup...you smell like tea leaves and that stuff you burn...what's it called?"

"Incense?"

"Yeah...that stuff." Peter slurs as he begins to lose consciousness. "Smells like home now..." He then blinks rapidly to momentarily clear his undoubtedly blackening vision. "You have big Mom energy...I'm gonna call you that now."

Stephen tilts his head as he finishes healing the boy. "Call me what?"

"Mom." Peter replies as he finally loses his battle with sleep and nods off against Stephen's thigh, where the sorcerer had placed his head moments before.

Wong had been right, but Peter wouldn't remember this would he? It actually kind of...hurt. He genuinely wouldn't mind if the teen called him that, because he was finding out very fast how easy it was to get attached to Peter. His happiness was contagious (now that they were getting the old Peter back), and even Wong hadn't minded it when the teen sat on the ceiling above them while they studied, eating chips. When a Dorito fell out of his hand and landed in Stephen's open book, the doctor merely picked it up and ate it...then motioned for more. It turned into a comfortable setting. Peter would sometimes sit with them while they read and usually brought a snack that they would all share between them.

Stephen sighs and pulls Peter into his arms as he moves back to his feet, and dismisses the illusion at the mouth of the alley before stepping back through the portal he had arrived in. It closes behind him as he carries Peter up to the teen's room, and after he double checks the boy's injuries, puts him in bed and sits in the desk chair.  He was just going to make sure Peter really was okay before he started dinner. The kid had only been out on patrol for a couple of hours and--

An unwelcome shift from the Sanctum alerted Stephen minutes later and he audibly growled. Someone was trying to attack the Sanctum and Stephen really wasn't in the mood. He stands (sparing a glance back at Peter to make sure he was sleeping), and makes his way down to the foyer as magic crackles in his hands. He was beyond upset. His kid was hurt and someone had the audacity to attack his Sanctum?! Not today. He levitates down the rest of the way with the cloak's help and a couple of rogue sorcerers actually flinch back when he comes into their view. Even Wong looked a little frightened.

"Sorcerer Supreme--" One of the rogues start and Stephen snarls.

"NOT...NOW!" He shouts and release a wave of magic as multiple portals open and drag the small group of rogues into them before they have a chance to say anything more. 

Once the portals close, Wong looks up at him in bewilderment. "Why haven't you done that before?"

Stephen inhales deeply to calm himself and the magic at his hands slowly dissipates. "Do what?"

"Stephen...your eyes were glowing green. You banished five rogues with just a thought!" Wong exclaims and Stephen blinks.

"I...didn't know I could do that." He confesses.

Wong studies him for a few moments and then his eyes fill with understanding. "I think it's because you had nothing to lose before."

Stephen levitates down completely onto the first landing of the stairwell and looks at his hands in wonderment. He had conjured powerful magic with a thought...and that was because he was protecting Peter. Before, he had nothing to live or die for and that was how he used his magic, but now? Now he had Peter. He had something, someone to protect. To fight for.

"...you're like a mother bear." Wong says with a smirk. "Your cub was injured and in the cave and you were protecting him."

"Enough with the analogies Wong." Stephen says dryly and turns to return to Peter's room.

"When's dinner?"

The doctor sighs heavily and climbs the stairs back up to the teen's room and finds Peter sprawled out on his bed. An indication that he was already healing and would be fine. So Stephen gives him one more look over, and pauses when Peter stirs at his touch.

"...hungry Mum..." Peter slurs sleepily.

Stephen had responded without a second thought to what the teen had just called him. "I'm about to make dinner. Just rest until it's ready." 

"Hnn...kay..."

Stephen leaves when soft snores escape the teen and makes his way down into the kitchen where he starts something quick and simple for dinner. Peter would need it to help his body replenish the blood he had lost (thankfully Peter didn't need a transfusion), and he was sure Peter would have a large appetite with how much his body was working to heal itself right now. Stephen had done most of the work, but it was only to get him out of a critical condition and be able to safely transfer him home. Large quantities of dinner was a must tonight. At least more than usual. Even he needed some sustenance. The magic he had used just minutes ago drained him quite a bit, but not enough to make him tired.

Halfway through cooking dinner, it had hit him. Peter had actually called him 'Mom'. Was he healed enough to realize it? Or maybe he was still half-asleep? Maybe Stephen would just wait and see if it happened again. If it brought it up, Peter was bound to get embarrassed and apologize.

"Smells like pasta." Peter sluggishly walks into the kitchen and sits at the table where he folds his arms and lays his head on top of them.

"With chicken." Stephen says as he turns off the stove and fills a plate for himself and the teen. "I thought I told you to rest."

"I did until I smelled food." Peter sits up when the sorcerer sets a full plate in front of him. "Thanks."

Stephen hums in acknowledgement and sits across from him to dig into his own meal, and Wong soon joins them a couple minutes later. Stephen knew the smell of food would lure the other man, so he hadn't bothered shouting. Their meal passed quietly, not quiet silently since they still held conversations, but not as loud as usual because Peter was tired and sore from his earlier wounds and didn't have the energy to ramble about his day.

"Are you in pain?" Stephen asks and Peter shrugs.

"Not so much anymore. Your magic helped a lot."

The doctor stops his fork halfway to his mouth and looks at Peter incredulously. "Wait...you remember everything?"

Peter blushes. "Uh...yeah...sorry about that."

Stephen smiles softly. "I don't mind."

Wong looks between the two of them. "What? What happened?"

"Nothing." Stephen says at the same time Peter says, "I called him Mom."

"Thanks kid." Wong says and Peter looks at him in confusion.

"For what?"

Stephen silently hands over some cash and Wong beams. "You made me fifty bucks richer and proved me right."

#peter parker #stephen strange #wong #mama bear stephen strange