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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 19 hours ago
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Happy Little Accident
Happy Little Accident by midoriyasbones
This wasn't what they meant when they told Izuku to take a break... but if getting hit with a de-aging Quirk was what it took, then Toshinori didn't have much of a choice. He just hopes he can and the other heroes can figure out how to parent the world's most overpowered child enough to break this Quirk before society goes belly up. - “So,” Toshinori cleared his throat, “there was a bit of an accident…”
“Please don't tell me you have another secret love child.” Enji said dubiously.
“What?!” Toshinori yelped as Hawks burst out laughing. “No! Enji, I don't have any children!"
“Oh, I thought it was obvious,” Enji folded his arms, “and since this child looks just like Deku I figured they had to be brothers or something.”
“That is Deku!” - Basically, Izuku gets turned into a baby and in order to grow up his physical and emotional needs have to be met. An excuse to get Izuku in a warm bed, good food, and give him all the affection and love he desperately needs. 100% self indulgent. Feel free to leave suggestions!
Words: 2375, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Bakugou Katsuki, Class 1-A, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Dadzawa, Dad Might, Enji is trying his best but admits he's not a good parent, Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers, Aizawa thinks Izuku had a child at first, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki Faces Consequences, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32094784
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ao3feed-todoroki · 19 hours ago
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Happy Little Accident
Happy Little Accident by midoriyasbones
This wasn't what they meant when they told Izuku to take a break... but if getting hit with a de-aging Quirk was what it took, then Toshinori didn't have much of a choice. He just hopes he can and the other heroes can figure out how to parent the world's most overpowered child enough to break this Quirk before society goes belly up. - “So,” Toshinori cleared his throat, “there was a bit of an accident…”
“Please don't tell me you have another secret love child.” Enji said dubiously.
“What?!” Toshinori yelped as Hawks burst out laughing. “No! Enji, I don't have any children!"
“Oh, I thought it was obvious,” Enji folded his arms, “and since this child looks just like Deku I figured they had to be brothers or something.”
“That is Deku!” - Basically, Izuku gets turned into a baby and in order to grow up his physical and emotional needs have to be met. An excuse to get Izuku in a warm bed, good food, and give him all the affection and love he desperately needs. 100% self indulgent. Feel free to leave suggestions!
Words: 2375, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Bakugou Katsuki, Class 1-A, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Dadzawa, Dad Might, Enji is trying his best but admits he's not a good parent, Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers, Aizawa thinks Izuku had a child at first, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Bakugou Katsuki Faces Consequences, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32094784
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zuluc · 2 days ago
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1am thoughts let’s goo taken inspo from an ask i got a few months ago that i have to find again
adeptus xiao had lost many of his friends during the archon war, years and years before coming to the time he resides at wangshu inn. he’s fine, content, okay in his isolation, but there’s that feeling he’s carried with him for centuries. a feeling that he can’t get rid of because he can’t heal it. a feeling of loneliness that is only cured by making connections to those he meets.
but what point does it have once those he cherishes will go as quickly as the others went? they may be mortal or immortal, but it doesn’t change the possibilities. so he says nothing. creates no relation to anyone.
the traveler comes and he’s most certain they aren’t even human or at least of a human life-span. they’re much older than they look and the aura they give off is one of experience through countless places not limited to the bounds of Teyvat. he makes an exception here.
but to his surprise, there is one other person he never would have thought to see again. after the war, the disappearances of many he held close was something he has to accept. but your was the most difficult.
hailing as another adepti, though not a yaksha, under Rex Lapis you too fought the war with the strength you could provide. a dendro user you were, one connected to the nature of the earth, hurt by the destruction against the once blossoming fields. your protection and persistence with life aided your fight and helped your companions.
though you fell. you fell down onto the earth after a blow unseen by you or your comrades. it knocked out all your fight and stunned your senses until all you could feel was the field burning in the aftermath. the last you could see before your senses faded was a hue of jade and the color of golden irises.
xiao had known you the longest. you were someone special to him, especially after Rex Lapis had taken him in. he felt his, for a lack of a better term, youth in some ways return to him. you were a delight and he found himself seeking your presence almost everyday whether that be for a walk, a spar, or simply company. your vision provided you with the ability of plants and nature to which you took it upon yourself to jokingly make him flower crowns. he wore them proudly without any insistence.
now he could have nothing more with you after this and he was devastated.
and then you woke, but you were unsure how much time had passed. clues were given about from the new grass you could feel under your fingertips and the sounds from the clear blue waters below. your gaze trickles down to confirm the streams but also the distance to which you were from the actual ground.
you’re on a mountaintop it seems, isolated in your own little area. you look up to see birds soaring in circles on the higher tops and a beacon of light shining into the sky. surely, this was still home? despite not knowing the passage of time there were still aspects of the geography you were familiar with. your brain racks itself for anything really until your hand grazes something behind you.
you turn and feel the petals of a qingxin flower.
a smile subconsciously grazes your lips at the thought of that activity and the memories associated with a particularly stoic male and his adorable accessory. but that feeling of joy also sparks a feeling of worry.
was he alright? did he live? what about the others? ganyu, rex lapis? where were they? you, of course, were still unsure of your own life coming back but thanking the archons in the moment was all you could do.
regardless, you had to find him, right?
your question answers itself when a gust of wind passes by you. in a split second you are startled by the image of him, his mask and all. you’re tempted to reach out and touch it but you’d hate to feel nothing at all. maybe it was better to see but you swear he’s standing in front of you right now. what a mean trick your mind decided to play. it wouldn’t be that easy.
it was easier than he had thought. the waiting game was one xiao had to play for a long time and he had no choice but to continue its run. during his patrols, he has the small thought to look out for anything more green than it should be, perhaps, a shining green vision, or a polearm similar to his own. wishful thinking has never been one of his strong suits.
being realistic was. his search to find anyone he knew had come to an end years ago, but there was a shift in the atmosphere he most certainly could not ignore. not when it felt like you. so he acted, he rushed, he flew to wherever it was and found it.
so he reaches out to cup your face and relief, agony, and sorrow wash over him in intense waves. your face is warm through his gloves but he doesn’t blink, afraid you’ll leave his sights all too soon.
so you reach out as well, your hand placed on the mask to carefully pull it aside. underneath, you melt at the golden irises you’ve always adored. tears burn behind your eyes but you don’t care. not when you are certain he is here and certain that he’s alright.
xiao leans forward, sending his spear away so he can hold you with both hands, pressing his forehead to yours before finally closing his eyes.
i missed you.
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chaos-is-beautifvl · 3 days ago
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He stood up, joints cracking from sitting in his position as he stretched his body. Without thinking, he padded across the room and went out into the hallway. The cold of the floor kissed the soles of his feet, making him more aware of what he was doing, and he almost turned to go back into his room. Keyword: almost.
Feet guiding him, he crossed the short distance and found himself standing in front of your door. The number 4 was hanging sideways, almost about to fall off. Richard had told you that one day, it was bound to fall. But, if he was honest, the hanging wooden plate brought him a sense of comfort - a sense of security.
He rose his hand, rapping it against the door softly as not to wake the other residents. He waited for a few seconds before concluding that you were more than likely asleep. Just when he was about to turn, you opened the door, peeking your head out of the narrow crack. Your eyes softened when you saw him, and a grin made its way onto your face, "Hey, stranger."
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chasing dreams
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shuasworld · 4 days ago
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you didn’t know which was worse, to break your own heart or break someone else’s heart.
you sipped your tea and heaved a sigh, gazing out of the window as mingyu kept rambling on about his shitty day at work.
“hey- earth to y/n? hello? are you even listening to me?” mingyu waved his hand frantically in front of your face, trying to get your attention.
“yeah- i was just uhm...thinking about something.” you responded.
“really? but why were you frowning? is there something troubling you?” mingyu asked worriedly.
“nope, it’s all right. anyways, what were you saying?” 
he knitted his eyebrows together before continuing his talk.
“...so as you know, my company’s holding a celebratory lunch next week, and i wanted to invite you and wonwoo to attend it with me.”
the mention of wonwoo’s name got you alert immediately. “w-wonwoo?”
“yeah? like as in the jeon wonwoo, my best friend? why the surprise?”
“n-nothing, just shocked.” you lied.
aside from you, his number one female best friend, he too had a male best friend. you met him last year when mingyu threw a housewarming party (it was just another excuse to host a party, mingyu said) and introduced him to you. you weren’t sure if it was his mysterious personality or his really charming face, but you wanted to know more about him.
after you exchanged your numbers, you started to spend more time with him: cafehopping, gaming at internet cafes, reading in the libraries, and even visiting his parents together, you slowly fell for him, and he did too. 
you confessed your feelings for him when he picked you up after work one day, shocked but elated to hear that he felt the same way too. that was the beginning of your relationship with wonwoo.
however, the only problem was that mingyu wasn’t aware about your secret relationship with him.
you never knew until last week when wonwoo spilled about mingyu’s crush on you. “he told me he’s planning to declare his feelings to you next friday,” wonwoo said, “what are you gonna tell him about us?”
you reassured him that you would handle this professionally, but truth to be told, you weren’t sure what to say.
you already knew mingyu’s whole plan, thanks to wonwoo, and you knew that once you finished your “coffee hangout” with mingyu, he would then begin his declaration. you wanted to explain everything to mingyu before that, but you didn’t have the heart to do so.
mingyu, a giant-sized puppy with an energetic and positive mindset that spreads joy and hope to everyone around him, was your closest friend ever since kindergarten, and you were afraid that your 19 years of friendship with him would be affected if you revealed what was happening with you and wonwoo behind his back. you were scared that he wouldn’t be the same mingyu after your rejection. you didn’t want to be the person to steal the stars out of his eyes.
you can lie and tell him that you like him too, but you knew that the situation would get out of control once he found out you lied to him straight in the face.
thus, the question remains, to break your heart, or break his heart?
“hey y/n...i uh...i’ve wanting to tell you something.” mingyu mumbled, fiddling with his coffee cup as he stared at the table shyly.
you breath hitched. this was it. swallowing the lump in your throat, you pretended to act dumb, “what is it?”
hesitating, he took in a deep breath, “i...i like you y/n.”
he said it.
you had to stop him before he continued, knowing that things would only get worse later on. poking your tongue at the inside of your cheek, you bit your lip as you responded,
“i...i’m sorry mingyu.”
you could see the light in his eyes fading as you whispered the 5 words he dreaded to hear. 
“i don’t feel the same.”
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chanelfaerie · 5 days ago
i saw your least favorite au is mob boss and same!! do you have any others?
mob boss just really does not make sense to me unless the mob is a part of it lol but as far as others go...there's one that i don't hate, it's just not my type of thing and i only really ever liked it in a fic once, but i don't wanna say because it might be too controversial 😭
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ooh-ouch-me-bones · 6 days ago
“ why won’t you just let me go? i’m not worth it. ” (Aaaand for Izuku damn this ones bad)
Angst Meme || Accepting
"There's no way I can do that!" Izuku gritted his teeth, standing strong and staring his opponent right in the eyes. He took a deep breath, readying himself.
One for All: Full Cowl - 8%!
There was no way he could let Todoroki suffer alone like that - with the rest of his team down, fallen in the fight against their hellish opponent, Izuku was the only one left. At the very least, he could save Todoroki!
"Watch out. This one's for the kill!" the enemy growled. Katsuki Bakugo reared back, his weapon in hand. And then, with a powerful throw made more deadly by the explosion behind it, he let loose his projectile.
Izuku refused to dodge. For Todoroki-! He stood his ground, catching the ball in both hands. The impact pushed him back a few feet, sliding across the ground in a flurry of dust. When it cleared, though, there was no denying it:
Izuku had caught the dodgeball, meaning Todoroki was back in the game.
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aizawass-world · 7 days ago
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Just a thought I had, but before you read this
TRIGGER WARNING (MENTIONE OF DEATH, TORTURE AND CHILD ABUSE)
BUT IT WILL GET BETTER PROMISE
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OK hear me out a Aizawa cursed ring/ thriller au (no quirks) where Aizawa is a cop, there is a case where children are being kidnapped and killed, Aizawa is sicken by the idea that some sick psycho could hurt innocent little kids, he has nightmares of the little dead bodies he sees.
But they found a trail, they found one women innocent looking at that, with a soft gentle smile playing on her lips, talking to the victim she gave the little boy candy, then left. that was the last person the boy talked to before he was killed, and turns out that "kind" women had a criminal record
He looks it up
“At the age of 13 she set the orphanage on fire, killing 31 children. The only survivors were her (y/n + l/n) and the caretakers.
They said she had a history of violence against other children”
Aizawa clenched the paper in anger “sir, she's in the interrogation room” he looked up at the voice “did she resist?” “No, sir actually she didn't say anything, she's been very cooperative" he raised an eyebrow at that “nobody will question her but me, understood?”
Once he went inside the room, he tried his hardest to breath through his nose, he can't get angry, can't afford it if he wants to get information out of you “so y/n I heard you've been pretty cooperative, I hope you stay like this and tell me why exactly you did it?” when he sat down, he noticed that you looked more like a little girl but from your records you should be about his age you were looking at the table completely silent
There was something strange in your eyes, they looked… sad? Bullshit it's all an act “you do know if you don't say anything we will have to take you into custody?” Still no reaction
“of course you're no stranger to that, you did the same when you burned down the orphanage” at the mention of the orphanage he saw you flinch, he also noticed you tugging the sleeve of your (way too oversized) shirt down, but Shouta caught a glimpse of the burned skin
He didn't feel sorry for you not one bit “I promise you I will make your stay in prison a living hell, I will torture you with all these souls you've taken, you will regret the day you were born” he didn't wait for a reaction this time just leaving, trying to contain his anger
they took you into custody, you didn't struggle, you didn't look at anyone, but you had the same broken look on your face and it bothered Aizawa “sir, we found this” he took hold of the bag “what is this?” “It's a ring sir, we asked the victim’s family and they said they have never seen it”
He nodded “ok you can leave” he looked at the ring it was big and brown, not thinking much he took it home with him
A few days past and you still didn't say a word, they were starting to doubt your ability to speak, but Aizawa fought to keep you away from the outside world “Shouta you really need to go home this case has been driving you crazy”
“Hizashi..” “No please go home, you're starting to scare the young officers here, you look like a zombie just sleep” Aizawa sighed he knows his friend won't drop it, he got up and left
He couldn't sleep, he's used to staying up to finish his work, he got up and turned on his computer, he was rewatching the video of the victim again and again, he doesn't understand how could you smile so sweetly at the boy then kill him
He could feel a headache approaching, he opened the drawer aimlessly searching for his aspirin, until his hand caught something, he pulled it out, it was the ring, wait last time he remembered it was brown, why is it black now?
Maybe Hizashi was right he's starting to hallucinate, he turned the ring around and found something engraved on it, he squinted trying to read the small letters
“Light A Candle Don't Curse The Darkness”
What the hell is this ring, he put it aside and tried to search it, the picture of the ring immediately popped up
“the Nirvana ring, a cursed ring, that will relieve to the owner, one secret they really want to know. Making them live through the experience”
“That's it?!” the officer said out loud, there wasn't any information on it, he looked back at the ring “relieve a secret that i really wanna know, ha?” he massaged his face in frustration “you're crazy Shouta”
TRIGGER WARNING CHILD ABUSE
He sighs, taking the ring in his hands again, he carefully places it on one finger, he chuckles, nothing happened, he closes his eyes again, but when he opens them he isn't in his room, where is he?
He looked around then he heard screaming and crying
He ran only to stand in a room where two grown ups were beating a child, and the crying and screaming was coming from another child that looked equally beaten up watching the scene unfold, Aizawa completely forgetting how he got here shouted “STOP!!”
He ran to grab one of the man’s shoulders, but it was as if he was touching air, he tried again but nothing happened, suddenly they stopped “shit why isn’t he moving?” “Shit i think we killed him” the other child a little girl sat their in complete shock only sobs escaping her lips now
Aizawa's eyes widened the child was in fact not breathing, he ran to the other child trying to block the view “hey hey hey hushh don’t look” but the girl didn’t look at him she looked behind him, one man took a hold of her and shook her “if you tell anyone you will die like him!”
The girl nodded hurriedly “what are we going to do?” The man who was holding the girl let go of her looking Aizawa dead in the eye “burn him” he felt like he couldn't breath what was going on? He closed his eyes hoping that this nightmare ends
When he opened them again, he found himself in a burning building Terrible screams of agony echoed from the child in front of him, she was holding onto one girl trying to carry her, her small body having no strength at all, he saw the same two men running away and grabbing the girl
The girl apparently burned her arm trying to save the other little girl, suddenly a loud creaking sound above him, distracted him, to his horror, the rest of the building was coming down on top of him, he screamed in fear, looking at the ring on his finger trying to take it off
But it wouldn't budge he closed his eyes and threw his arms above his head, when he opened them again he was in a police station? And he saw the same little girl alone “we are going to take you into custody"
When the girl turned around to follow the officer, Aizawa's breath hitched, those eyes, the same broken sad eyes, it couldn't be...
he closed his eyes again and suddenly he was back to his bedroom, he looked at the ring, color now ruby red
He tried to take it off and it did this time, he looked outside the window and saw it was morning, with that he ran to the police station, not giving two flying fucks about the ring that lays on his floor, when he made it, Hizashi stopped him “what the hell is up with you-”
“WHERE IS SHE?!” screaming in Hizashi's face “who?” “Y/N!” Hizashi gave him a look “in the integration room Toshinori is talking to her, why-” before he could ask aizawa had walked passed him and into the room “Toshinori get out”
“Wha-” “now” he demanded, as soon as the door clicked he sat down, he looked at you, the same sad eyes were staring at the table in front of you “you didn't do it” he whispered, still no reaction, and he understood why you were too broken to care, it tugged at Aizawa's heart
He took a deep breath before continuing “you didn't set the orphanage on fire either” and like a switch, you snapped your eyes looking at him in surprise mixed with fear
“How..” This was the first time the cop has heard the other's voice “why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell anyone what they did to the kids… ” He Paused, there were tears running down your face now, you looked exactly like the small girl he saw, he continued "what they did to you..."
You were sobbing now, completely broken down, he felt disgusted with himself thinking that you were the killer, a broken vulnerable soul “I will help you… ”
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Did I make myself cry writing this? Yes
Must you all suffer with me? Also yes :D
Will I continue this? Probably not, feel free to write It just Tag me please
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ryujin-zanba · 7 days ago
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To Go On Living
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Izuku takes Toshi out for the day but just as they’re stopping for lunch, Toshi finds himself facing another unpleasant aspect of being in an ageing body. Of course, Izuku is perfectly prepared to take care of things~
Rating: General Audiences Words: 3000 Tags: Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Incontinence, Situational Humiliation, Old Age, Caretaking, Tenderness, Men Crying, Chronic Illness, Insecurity, Future Fic, Angst with a Happy Ending, Retired All Might, All Might Needs a Hug, Insecure All Might, Supportive Midoriya, Disabled Character
Read here~
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yellowmagicalgirl · 7 days ago
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I wasn’t planning on doing anything for @toa-rarepair-week​, but then I got inspiration for today’s Ocean prompt, so have a short little ficlet. This takes place during the late spring/early summer after Wizards.
CW: relationship drama, past bullying, and mentions of drowning
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“Wait, really?” Steve asked. “You’ve never been to the beach?”
“No,” Toby said. “I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.”
“We live in California! Coastal California! And you’ve lived here all your life! How have you not ever been to he beach?”
Toby turned away from his boyfriend of six months, crossing his arms. “It’s none of your business.”
“Oh, really? So we’re going back to this?”
This was the nebulous state Steve had remained in for probably a little too long, with Jim, Toby, and Claire not really trusting him because of how he’d acted before he’d learned the truth about trolls, and even afterwards. And yes, he had changed, or else Toby wouldn’t have started crushing on Steve, much less dating him, but it was painfully easy to fall back into the mindset. And Toby didn’t want to fall back into it, but right now it was hard to see Steve as his boyfriend, whom Toby loved and trusted with his life, and not the bully who picked on people like Jim, Eli, and Toby for no other reason than to get a sick power rush. It was hard right now to not see Steve as someone who would take the knowledge and hold it over Toby’s head, spreading it around the school so it would be yet another thing to make fun of the unpopular short fat kid with braces over.
“Come on, talk to me,” Steve said.
Toby crossed his arms a little tighter.
It was stupid, he hadn’t even been there when his parents had died, so it was a stupid reason for having a trauma response, especially when compared to everything else he’d been through. And dammit, Toby was crying now.
“Toby, please.” Steve got down on one knee, placing one hand on Toby’s shoulder and using the other to cup Toby’s chin. “Talk to me.”
Someone getting on their knees felt condescending normally. Toby knew he was short, but seriously? Did they have to remind him? But coming from his boyfriend, the gesture felt sweet. Comforting. Genuine and concerned.
“My parents drowned when I was little. That’s why I can’t swim and don’t like the ocean.” Steve’s face fell before he pulled Toby into a hug.
“I’m sorry,” Steve said, rubbing small circles into Toby’s back. “I shouldn’t have pushed.”
“You didn’t know.” They had so many issues, and communication was one of them. But they could try to work on that.
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thefabfan10 · 10 days ago
Wait wait wait wait. Wait. Raylla? Indiana Jones? Raylla! Indiana Jones???? Why did this make me as excited as the new season? Wow. What a concept. 😮😮😮
Hello!
Yeah, I had an idea plotted out inspired by everyone's favorite Dr. Jones. You think it's an exciting concept? Two idiots in love but angst because Scylla'd broken Raelle's heart being Spree and all? Raelle being grumpy and bitterly sarcastically hurt but also totally ride or die for her girl? Scylla being snarky but also cognizant she is in love with Raelle and hurt her? Rollicking adventure to find an ancient artifact the army and Spree both want? Danger? Romance?
Nah, sounds boring, right?
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tender-rosiey · 11 days ago
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I am gonna be honest.
I am not even sorry about what I will post after the exams, what I can say is prepare your hearts and tissues <3
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muffindaddystyles · 11 days ago
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Keep holding my hand.
Harry was in an emotionally abusive relationship before y/n, something happens that makes his insecurities float back.
Impetuous reel of dithery thoughts rapidly bustles on the wall, Harry stares at it blankly – he stares and stares and stares ..... yet it does nothing for what he wishes.
His stomach fills with acid and his mouth burns with foulness with each painful beat his heart gives realizing maybe this's the end ---- he doesn’t spare a glance to the dinner wafting off he cooked with much happiness looking forward to tonight.
Where did I went wrong?
Did I hurt her in any way? What if she didn’t like me popping up at her studio that day to remind her of tonight
Well Keat didn’t like it ..... She used to hate it Infact,
No! She’s not like keat —--
But, then why isn’t she picking your phone? She knew, promised and she still didn’t came tonight?
What if she’s sick? Fuck, then I should go to her.
He shuts his screaming conscience down, shoving the heels of his palm against his pop-sockets wearily to make him feel something --- to escape the hurt that’s looming around him, crushing and squeezing him to death.
He blows off the candles, melted to their base from being sorrowfully lit from three hours atleast --- mocking him and his sincerity.
You deserve this.
Why did y’think ye' deserved anybody’s love?
She doesn’t love you anymore --- just like keat....
The corners of his glossy eyes prickles with pearly tears and it drops down his clavicles, with blurry vision he dials her one last time and it goes straight to her voicemail alike past three hours.
Hiya, Y/N here! Leave a message ‘cos I mighty be busy or maybe lazyin' round the farthest corner of my home .......
He tosses and turns, does it manifold times --- his sleep betrays him too and he’s angry soaring with venom, if he could scream from a cliff and throw stones down the pound furiously he'd instead his eyes runs droopy.
His shuddering breath sulks to tranquillity, all he could hear’s a screech of wind that’s hitting the window and his guts.
His body jerks at the chirp of voice he’s oh so familiar with —- other days he'd be submerging in the honeyness of it but at the moment he bites down his wrist to keep him wrenching his empty stomach out.
“Happy anniversary, bub!” His brows clinches down into a grumblish frown and he presses his hand between his thighs turning his back upon hearing the careful steps treading in.
The creaking stalls and she stands at his doorway with heavy heart, her throat —-- uff her throat feels like as if someone punched it several times.
Not letting her tongue to utter any word —- anything that’d assure him and her, everything’s alright --- it’s not a big deal.
Ofcourse, it is!
Little things matters most to him – told you —- he .. — he told you himself and you hurt him, you hurt him just because you couldn’t stand to your boss.
She wanted it to be perfect for him, for them — winded up the work her boss hoarded on her mercilessly last minute demanding her to wrap it up in an hour --- felt giddy and motivated to do it speedily looking forward to their celebration. Bought his favourite chocolate moose cake standing in the line of his favourite bakery, since he doesn’t like any other flavour.
She stands at the side bed looking down at him, heartbreaking in million pieces seeing him torn, all teary cheeks and this stoic for the first time they’ve been dating.
“’M sorry -- I –- my boss trapped me and – ‘n I really wanted to call you —-- then it took me forever at your favourite bakery, I’m so sorry baby.” She rambles nebbish-ly and catches onto his shoulder when he tries to face away from her.
He mutters, “Forget bout it. Go back home ‘s getting late.” Though, his heart lurches forward to embrace her and shower her in kisses telling her “it’s totally fine.” And that “how bout we celebrate now,” but being an emotionally sensitive person has it's very cons and one of it is requiring space and time to recover for better thinking.
His eyes slips into abyss and he holds back a sniffle when he feels the mattress dip behind him, she sighs, coos in the softest voice she only keeps it for her lover, “Oh baby .... you’re my home.” She's well aware of the anxiety he goes through. He feels like everything crumbling but she's there to catch him and she rubs his back.
The many many reassurances he needs from his lovie to keep going for them, the praises for him for treating her like the most precious daffodil —- because he never got praised before; even though how much of the world’s luxuries he'd lay at his ex's feet was never assured that how much she loves him (because she never did).
Y/N would never want his insecurities to float back and sting his scars, she'd never want him to ever go through from what he did in past —-- to be used like a toy and manipulated, might sound weird and whumpy of her but she’d kill many dragons to keep him protected at any cost.
He sleeps with her body cocooning him from behind and his erratic breath syncs to her calm ones.
..
His dreams full of suffering, void and darkness violently clashing and swirling against eachother as the ugly creature takes Y/N away from him, leaving him in prison of his own pathetic head.
Fear of loss —- he fears loosing her and does it make him toxic? He was snubbed so many times – being told his behaviour was toxic that he’d hesitate before doing anything precisely very fondly caring —- but then Y/N came in his life and she'd tell him how much she appreciates him, how he’s like the best sundae in hot summer and he felt like she’s the sunshine he was waiting for in the never-ending rainy days.
Y/N stirs from her light sleep on hearing the broken whimpers, the valley of her chest moist as he cries into her and she cups his cheeks gazing down at him concerned, “What happened sunny .... baby talk to me ...” Her voice groggy and on verge of tearing.
She sits back a little with him still between her legs and wipes his tears away gently, “I’m so sorry ...” He mumbles –-- eyes bloodshot and she shakes her head pulling him closer, if she’d be able to cradle him in his lap she'd but apparently he’s too big.
Queasy hiccups, “f – fo'--... d —- dou...” sad sniffles and hiccups that tightens his chest.
She tenders his wobbly lip kissing his temple, “shhh. shhh, puppy I should be the one apologising yeah?”
“no .. I didn’t gave another thought before doubting --- that –-- that you’re about to leave, no person in right mind does this – I —-,” His body trembles with blue sobs.
“Harry ...” she tries to gain his attention and when he still doesn’t listen, “I know I don’t deserve y'n – ‘n maybe you don’t want me anymore —--” she raises it a bit, “Harry!” he falls quiet --- nibbling the corner of his cheek to hold back hiccups.
“Look at me puppy, yeah? Shh hold my hand and take a breather.” She smiles. Takes his sweaty hand and aligns his palm to her mouth for a deep kiss – then squeezes it.
“Keep holding it baby, keep holding my hand, you’re going to be fine --- we – see us here,” she points between them with gleamy eyes and he nods timidly wiping his nose with his sweater paw, “we are fine baby –- we are okay..”
How could someone be this dreamy? This gentle and sweet? What did I do to deserve my lovie?
“Better?” She inquires. Little worried that he'll fall back into rabbit hole and tucks his head under her chin, keeping him warm against her chest and he clutches the hem of her shirt nuzzling into her.
“Did you really think, I’d leave you and that on our first year anniversary? Sorry to tell you .... ‘m stitched to your hip for life time, there’s no exchange policy puppy how much you grump.”
She grins. Happy to earn a feeble chuckle from him and scratches his head, looping his curls around her fingers.
“I love you.” She startles when he speaks hoarsely after the longest time and it’s not like he's saying it for the first –-- but it still doesn’t fail to engulf her in warmth, so much of it.
“I love you too, you’re my only puppy and very loved one.” His eyes crinkles prettily at that and she kisses the tip of his nose.
“You want to rest? We could eat the dinner you dearly made for me and oh we got moose cake in fridge too, what a coincidence!” She giggles. The room fills with wet treacly noises of smoochy kisses she’s patching on his cheeks and his jaw.
Without a word he holds her finger and leads her to kitchen, she creates proud noises of “ooh!” and “ahh!” trying to sneak a glimpse from over his shoulder but he'd shoo her away as he heats the food; she gets out gorgeous smiles from him she cherishes so much.
“You did all of this for me?” She gasps sweetly, hand over heart to accentuate the love she's feeling and walks towards him when he nods timidly rubbing his socks feetsies one over the other.
His cheeks blazes peach and she giggles pinching them, “You’re so cute aren’t you?”
“Okay then. Let’s eat!” she claps her hands together and pecks his lips before pulling her chair beside him rather than opposite to him and his heart flutters at that --- each pore oozing with deep love for her and every insecurity and anxious ideas completely drains out of him when she pats his seat and wiggles in her own --- anticipated to taste what he made.
“Hmm. This tastes so good, H! Your hands are really magical, huh?” She passes him a smirk pecking each of his knuckle to make him feel better about himself and his lips quirks up softly, “Thank you – d’ya w'na umm eat the moose here o'in bed?” Her face beams at that, him speaking more than two words and looking forward to spend the night with her.
“On bed, please –-- would you like tea? Think ‘m running out of if —- proper jello ....” She cleans the table and raises her brows when he gazes her adorningly as she’s the nymphs of stary oceans.
He shakes his head, nose twitchy as she nudges him teasingly and he takes her off-guard --- hugging her by waist and kisses her soft tummy.
“Nothing just love you bleedin’ much.”
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ao3feed-tododeku · 11 days ago
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Home of the Ancients
Home of the Ancients by Quisanne
“Marvelous, isn't it?” Toshinori asks as he crosses the stream, Izuku following close behind. “They don't need rich soil to grow like most other plants and they also build up large quantities of resin due to rain, which makes them resistant to rotting. As a result, they grow tall and old.” Taking one more step forward, Izuku reaches out and lets his fingers wander across the jagged bark in awe. “A bit like us,” he mumbles. ----- OR: Toshinori and Izuku take a break from the war on an island famous for its cedars.
Words: 2617, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 8 of Assorted Oneshots
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku, also there at the beginning but very minor:, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Hakamata Tsunagu | Best Jeanist
Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, No Romantic Relationship(s)
Additional Tags: dadmight, Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Family Bonding, Fluff, Light Angst, like...very light, Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Manga Spoilers, My Hero Academia Spoilers, up to chapter 309, Canon Compliant, POV Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Happy Birthday Yagi Toshinori | All Might, why is that a tag dfghjdfg I love it, Post-Paranormal Liberation War Arc, Villain Hunt Arc
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31868032
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ao3feed-todoroki · 12 days ago
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Genesis Zero
Genesis Zero by Ayuki2001
Nakamura Natsuki has always admired heroes ever since she manifested her quirks. She knew that the path of becoming a hero is not an easy one, that is filled with obstacles that she has to overcome, even so she won't give up on her dreams that easily. Join her as she embarks on a journey to become the hero she always wanted to be. Would she be able to archive her dreams? Or would she succum to her fears and insecurities? At the end of this journey, would she be the person she wanted to be?
"Every Hero has a origen story and this is mine"
Words: 421, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M, Gen, Other
Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Family, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina, Class 1-A, Class 1-B, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, League of Villains, Sensei | All For One, Kirishima Eijirou, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Asui Tsuyu, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki
Additional Tags: Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Cute Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto is Bad at Feelings, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Protective Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku is a Dork, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Angry Bakugou Katsuki, Class 1-A Shenanigans, Class 1-A as Family, Protective Class 1-A, Class 1-A Friendship, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Original Character(s), Everyone Needs A Hug, Fluff and Angst, Verbal Abuse, Verbal Humiliation, Child Neglect, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Original Character Death(s), Moving On, Survivor Guilt, How Do I Tag, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I'm Bad At Summaries
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31855084
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ncityrave · 16 days ago
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[15:57]: Biggest Fear
"My biggest fear is not being happy with the life I lived when I get older," Jaemin says, playing with your fingers.
He turns over to look at you, a small smile on his face. In some way, he wants you to assure him that something like that would never happen. That no matter what, he will always be content with the life he will live.
Instead, you reply with, "My biggest fear is the moment the universe loses the gas and energy to keep expanding, reaches its supposed limit, collapses into itself, and everything we've ever done, known, learned, created, and left in our lives just goes...poof. We cease to exist. I wonder what will happen to my soul, too."
It all comes out in one breath so nonchalantly, almost as if you've had that rehearsed and memorized for a long time. Jaemin is mortified now that he knows something like that could happen at any moment and just stares at you, eyes wide and mouth agape.
"You just unlocked a new fear in me and I don't like it!"
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journeytomonke · 17 days ago
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My Lover’s Got Humor
Wukong watched Sanzang from the top of their modest little house’s roof, below, the man kneeled in the dirt, pulling out weeds that threatened his garden.
Wukong had been planning to nap, but it was so much more fun watching Sanzang. Who muttered while he worked with his features delightfully severe for what he was doing.
Overcome with the urge to tease, the monkey jumped down and landed softly next to him in a crouch, Sanzang shot him a smile, then turned his attention back to the vegetables he was tending.
“You’re muttering.” Wukong practically sang, before leaning his shoulder against Sanzang’s, leaning down to grab a weed that had escaped his husband’s notice.
“And I thought you were going to take a nap?” Sanzang teased back, “or was I gardening too loudly again?”
“Far too loudly.” Wukong agreed. “And far too slowly.”
“I’m sorry about that.” Sanzang replied, turning to face him, he held up a hand, sighing. “Human hands. What can you do?”
“Give up on gardening and come nap with your husband?” Wukong asked hopefully. Grabbing the man’s hands in his, he tugged lightly. Not really expecting Sanzang to give in.
Sure enough, he tugged Wukong back to him to kiss his forehead briefly, squeezing his hands gently, before letting go and shaking his head. “Maybe later, my dear.” His hands returned to the soil, digging out the roots of more stubborn weeds.
Wukong sighed heavily. “I suppose, I’ll just have to stay and help.” He mused. Not really all that bothered, the sun was shining down, but the wind was cool.
“I suppose if you do that, I’ll have to bake peach cookies for you later.” Sanzang replied idly, pulling out another weed, as the corners of his lips twitched upwards.
Wukong grinned, “I knew there was a reason I kept you around.” Pressing a loud kiss to the Sanzang’s cheek, who shoved him away with a laugh. The Monkey King joined his husband’s hands in the dirt ripping up weeds.
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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 18 days ago
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Burn My Skin (Heal My Heart, Slow and Steady)
Burn My Skin (Heal My Heart, Slow And Steady) by Otaku6337
Izuku knows, logically, that he isn't used to touch. That he's learned to fear it even, between extending fingers and explosions and cuffs to the back of the head. But now, at UA, there is more to it.
More reasons to fear, more to trust, and it hurts all the more for it. His loved ones try to ease that pain for him. ~~~ Their touches are kind, more careful with every time he flinches or pauses and freezes, yet they never stop reaching for him. No matter how his skin itches and prickles with the contact, heat seeping bone-deep, how he might grit his teeth, a yelp or whimper eking their way out, both Uraraka and Iida stay at his side. And for their kindness, their friendship, the burn is so very worth it.
Words: 2715, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 58 of Ota's One-Shot Wonders, Part 57 of Ota's BNHA Ficlets, Part 5 of Fics From The Trenches ( ⓛ ω ⓛ *)
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Iida Tenya & Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri & Midoriya Izuku
Additional Tags: Touch-Starved Midoriya Izuku, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Supportive Class 1-A, traumatised Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, 5+1 Things, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Quite Literally, Panic Attacks, Midoriya Izuku Has Trust Issues, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Good Teacher, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Good Teacher, Midoriya Izuku Has Good Friends, Eri Needs a Hug, Eri is a Ray of Sunshine, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Fluff and Angst, NWA Fic Fight Team 1-A
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31696529
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michellejones-stacy · 18 days ago
Can I have either 29 from fluff/general or 6 from angst?
i had been eyeing 29 for a while before you asked this, thank you so much <3
also: pet names. they kill me.
(you didn’t specify a pairing so i went with parkner <3)
29. “how much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”
“It’s how much?!”
Harley laughs, either at Peter’s words or the tone of them paired with the scandalized expression on his face. Probably both.
“Aw, c’mon, Peterman,” he teases, nudging the white packet of paper towards him. They’re sharing a desk, so it’s easy for him to lightly elbow him in the ribs. “That’s–”
“A lot of money, like, holy sh–” Peter’s head snaps up to look at his science teacher, who is looking at him over the top of her glasses. “Holy shipyard of boats, Batman, oh my God.”
He looks back down at the packet, picking it up to flip through the pages. God, eighty-five dollars? For an end-of-the-year trip to SeaWorld?!
Peter is not bitter, not at all. Peter totally has eighty-five dollars laying around, isn’t like he’s saving up for college or anything. (Eighty-five dollars. What the fuck.)
Another laugh from Harley, which has Peter’s head turning towards him, his eyes narrowed. “Oh, so this is funny, is it?”
“It’s fuckin’ hilarious, is what it is.” Harley gives an apologetic nod to Ms. Braxton, but makes a face as soon as she looks back down at her desk.
Peter looks down at the papers again. “Oh my God,” he repeats. “Harley. I’m gonna have to become a stripper, oh my God.”
Harley chokes on his laughter. “What the hell, dude, no, that’s not–”
“It’s the only way,” Peter says, giving a grave nod. He's only half-joking. (Eighty-five dollars.) “Stop by the club sometime, I’ll get you a discount.”
Harley cackles this time, and that’s when Peter notices that most of the other people in class are looking at them.
They’ve taken to doing that a lot, the looking. It started back when Peter and Harley became friends and used to yell across the classroom, and has gotten marginally worse now that they’re sitting right next to each other and are kind of dating (which, surprisingly, came as a result of being seated next to each other).
Well, good for them. Peter is hilarious. And Harley tries to be funny sometimes and it’s adorable. (Peter is joking—one time Harley made a science pun and Peter lost his shit, couldn’t stop laughing for almost fifteen minutes, and still couldn’t help letting out the occasional chuckle after he calmed down.)
“I mean,” Harley starts, a familiar twinkle, the one that Peter adores, sparking in his eyes, “you could always become a bodybuilder.”
Peter nods. “You’re right.” He swivels on his stool, turning to face the desk to his right. The two girls who sit there, Sam and Heather, are already watching him, amusement clear on their faces. “Hey guys,” he says, “how much money would you give me to flip this table,” He motions towards his desk, “right here, right now, in the middle of class?”
Sam turns towards him and rests an elbow on the table, considering. “Four.”
“Four dollars, okay,” Peter nods, “I can work with that, that’s a start.”
“Uh, no.” Heather leans forward, resting her chin on Sam’s shoulder with a smile. “I’m pretty sure she meant four cents.”
Sam gives a small shrug with a smile, and Peter squawks, turning back to Harley. All Harley does, though, is throw an arm over his shoulder and say, “I’d pay a helluva lot more, darlin’, don’t you worry.”
“That has to be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me,” Peter says dramatically, even going as far as to let out a fake sniffle.
Harley, the loveable bastard that he is, brings Peter into his chest and lifts his other hand to ruffle his hair. “Love ya, honey.”
prompt list (send me a number and a pairing, and i’ll write a Thing for ya!)
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