One Fateful Full Moon

ㆍ ☾ ㆍ One Fateful Full Moon ㆍ ☽ ㆍ

☾ Nevermore Academy AU

Psychic!Isagi Yoichi x Reader

Synopsis: Nevermore AU! Usually, Isagi’s visions would revolve around soccer or his teammates, this time however… it was different. This time it involved you going to the woods and being attacked by a werewolf.

Warnings: Nudity (nothing NSFW though), violence (?), general Wednesday Netflix series shenanigans, but not everything is based on Wednesday so some things might be different, perhaps swearing.

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The weather is cold… too cold for him to be sitting outside with nothing but his uniform on. Then again, when is it not cold at Nevermore Academy?

He admits he should’ve worn his jacket, but did he? No. Absolutely not. He feared that he might’ve regretted the circumstances far too late now.

So here he sat, among his teammates, who last he remembered, were playing charades in the middle of the courtyard like no one was watching.

“Smelly breath?” Bachira guessed, earning a head shake of disapproval from Kunigami.

“A person with smelly breath?” said Igarashi. “That’s what he said you dumbass!” chided another.

“Well, then I don’t know what the hell that’s supposed to be” again, Igarashi rebuked. Kunigami on the other hand, persisted even though no one knew what he was trying to act out; flailing his fingers around his face as if it was supposed to imitate flaring. Was he trying to act out a face on fire? Isagi couldn’t tell.

“It’s not a face on fire is it?” he tried to guess, but Kunigami shook his head once again. Well, it was worth a shot.

“It’s a Demogorgon…” Chigiri chimed in unenthusiastically. Somehow his answer was correct…

He usually doesn’t mind the cold all that much, but this is too cold even for him. He wondered how the rest of his friends seem to be holding up, despite not wearing any additional cold-weather attire.

“Seriously? How’re we supposed to guess Demogorgon from that”

"I've never even seen one before"

With that, the group broke out into small rebuttals and snide remarks, but Isagi was far too occupied with holding in a shiver to actually join in on the group’s chaos.

His demeanor finally broke when a strong gust of wind blew past them, and his hands flew to his sides in a pathetic attempt of protecting himself from the cold breeze.

The bell rang, much to his delight. So he quickly picked up his bag and said his goodbyes to his teammates before walking into the school building, where the temperature is arguably warmer than it is outside.

As he pushes through the ocean of students, he notices that his eyesight starts to get blurry– usually a telltale sign that he was about to get a vision. You see, Isagi is a psychic… He had the ability to foresee the future; and around the time when he first joined Nevermore’s soccer team, his visions only became more intense and vivid.

He found a way to sharpen this ability, of course. He’s even learned to use foresight to predict his opponent’s next move. Some might argue that this is an unfair way to play sports, but when you’re in Nevermore, outcasts are encouraged to hone and embrace their uniqueness. 

So using his visions as a means to an end isn’t an outrageous thing to do… not when others can use telekinesis to move the ball in their favor, or when Gorgons use their power to petrify their opposing team– not to mention werewolves tend to be super strong and fast, so they’ve got that as an advantage already.

Usually, Isagi’s visions would revolve around soccer or his teammates, since his visions only tend to occur when he’s feeling a particularly strong emotion, like being hyped on adrenaline. This time… it was different.

He’d bumped into you in the hallways, and you quickly apologized before walking away, thinking nothing of the encounter. 

But from his point of view, he saw flashes of a dark sky… trees… forest… a full blood moon, and… a creature…

No… not just any creature. A werewolf… a really mean-looking one.

He saw the beast lunge at him before attacking, then the vision flashes to an image of you, laying on the ground under a tree. You were injured; mostly your body was tattered with scratches, probably inflicted by the beast he saw earlier.

He finally came to when another student bumped into him. He opened his mouth to call out to you, but the repercussion of his vision prevented him from forming coherent thoughts in his head. In the end, he could only watch you as you disappear into the swarm of students, forcing him to walk away, afraid that if he dwells on you for too long, he might be late for class.

He spent the rest of the day thinking about the vision he’d just had. Worrying over the fact that you might be in danger. True he doesn’t know you all that well; he does know your name and you’ve spoken from time to time, but that is as far as his knowledge about you goes. He doesn’t even know what kind of outcast you are, but even so… his opinion of you stands in a positive light.

Needless to say, you’re not a stranger. If there was a chance that he could stop you from being gravely hurt, he should take it. The reason why the vision came to him in the first place was probably so he could prevent it from happening, right?

Without putting too much thought into it. He set off to find you after equipping himself with appropriate things he might need later on to face the feral werewolf.

Thankfully Isagi’s used to going to soccer training after class, so Bachira didn’t really question him when he left their shared dorm after classes and told him that “I’d be out late”.

His blue eyes fell upon the bright white orb in the deep navy sky. His boots prowled through the heaps of leaves that scattered across the earth's floor. To his dismay, the sky started pouring at a rapid pace. The ground beneath him became a lot softer, and inevitably it makes it hard for him to navigate through the forest. He should’ve brought a raincoat.

The pitter-patter of the rain and the booming of thunder didn’t help make it easier for him to find his way either– but by some miracle, he stumbled upon a familiar sight of a wooden sign standing a few feet from where he stood. He recognized that sign from his vision. This is the path you took before you got attacked by the werewolf. Now the question begs… where were you?

In the distance, through the sound of falling rain, he hears a screech. Although your voice sounded strangled, he could still recognize it. So he ran in your direction, lightning speed as fast as his feet could take him. He can hear your pained screams and gurgles, mixed with occasional howls and growls; in the back of his mind, he’d hoped he was not too late.

He eventually reached a clearing, and as he halted, so did your voice.

There was no one there… he was all alone… and whatever footprint was left to help him trace your steps would have been washed up by the rain. Aimlessly, he started scanning the area. He wanted to call out to you… to someone, but he’s afraid that by doing so, he might alert the werewolf of his presence instead.

He backed up a couple of steps before hearing a loud thump behind him.

He freezes. Then… from behind him, he heard a monstrous growl. Isagi didn’t need a vision to know what was standing behind him

His body turned around faster than he could even blink, and there stood behind him was the werewolf he saw in his vision. It stood on top of a rock and its stance tells him that the monster was ready to pounce. Suddenly the memories of the vision came rushing back to him.

The vision of the werewolf lunging forward and attacking…

That vision was going to happen. The vision he saw wasn’t of the werewolf attacking you, it was of the werewolf attacking him. You were probably long unconscious somewhere, that’s why he had a vision of finding you injured.

The beast roared before charging at him, just as his prediction foretold. Luckily he dodged the attack in time. He's probably got a few scratches on his palm now, but he'll worry about that later.

He was swift enough to get back up, grab a wooden log nearby, and smacked the werewolf across the face when it jumped at him again. Though, remembering that this is probably a fellow student, Isagi made a mental note to not be so rough.

He was about to give the beast another blow to the head when he stumbled on the wet slippery concrete beneath him. Curse the rain… why did it have to rain now of all times.

When the monster came running at him at full speed, he quickly shoved his hand in his pocket to grab the one thing he brought that could possibly save him from this quandary. Sleeping Stardust.

A small amount should be able to put even a mountain troll to sleep, but sleeping stardust isn’t known to be very effective when used in the rain. Isagi could only hope for the best as he throws the dust at the monster’s direction. With his eyes closed, he waited for his demise… luckily, the Grim Reaper has yet to make a visit.

The monster jumped back upon making contact with the sleeping stardust. It squealed and whimpered, shaking its head around; presumably trying to shake away the dust that had gotten into its eyes. Eventually, the werewolf fell to its knees.

The sleeping dust is working…

Then the beast dropped to the ground and fell unconscious.

Isagi let out a sigh of relief, but he wasn’t done here yet. He quickly got up to find you, however before he could take a step, the sleeping werewolf transformed back into its human form. The figure becomes more and more familiar the more human it becomes.

Finally, once the werewolf fully transforms, realization dawned on him like an anvil tied to a piano falling from the sky.

You were the werewolf…

Once the shock subsided, Isagi rushed to your side and wrapped his hand around your shoulder to pick you up. How stupid could he have been to not realize that the vision wasn’t of you being attacked… it was of you attacking him.

He pushed those intrusive thoughts aside. Right now making sure you’re okay is his priority. “Hey! Hey you okay?” he called out, pushing a strand of wet hair behind your ear. He then presses two fingers on your neck to check your pulse.

He knows sleeping stardust isn’t lethal, but he just had to make sure.

Your body slightly squirmed in his grasp as your eyes slowly crack open. “Oh thank God…” he breathed out, then he slowly helped you sit down. You asked what happened, and he told you,

“You wolved out… I’ll explain later once we find shelter… here, can you stand?” he said extending his hand to you, and you took his offer gladly before attempting to stand up, but ultimately stumbling as you tried to steady yourself.

Isagi was quick to react and catch you before you end up falling to the ground; you thank him.

He hadn’t noticed this before with everything else practically overwhelming his better judgment, although now that your body is literally pressed against his, he can no longer ignore the fact that you are stark naked before him.

“I-I’m sorry I–” you started, “I’ve never um… this is the first time…” you tell him. 

By now he’s pieced it all together– this is your first time turning, hence why you were so aggressive towards him. Werewolves tend to have that effect when they first turn. They lose control of their humanity and the beast within completely takes over. Some are lucky enough to be able to be in control from the start; clearly, that’s not the case for you…

He had it all figured out, he really did... just... right now his brain is too bewildered to even comprehend intelligible thoughts. He could practically feel his face heating up, and his mind drawing a blank.

“I…I–well uh…” whatever brain cells he had left in his head had now flown out the window.

Have you not realized that you’re completely naked? Sleeping stardust does tend to make the consumer unaware of their surroundings for a little while. But regardless of how numb and unaware you are right now, you must be freezing cold.

“Ah!” he gasped, finally realizing the most important thing at the moment. “You’re probably freezing! H-here! Take my jacket!” he stuttered profusely, as he covers your body with his blazer.

“O-Oh… thank you,” you say, finally realizing your indecent apparel. You hug the blazer tighter, hoping it’ll help you cover up, but his blazer could only cover so much. He then guides you to a cave nearby where the two of you will take cover until the rain stops.

“Are you comfy? Cold? Are you hurt anywhere?” he asks. He helps you to sit down, even though you insist that you’re capable of walking and sitting by yourself. It’s kind of endearing how doting he is of you.

Once the two of you settled, you waited for the rain to stop

“So… what were you doing out here?” he asks, likely to defuse the tension between you. “Mh… I wanted to clear my head… my family uh…” you paused. “They can be overbearing during the full blood moon… y’know since I… haven’t turned and all'' Isagi felt like he was prying now, he felt bad for asking.

“Heh… I guess they don’t have to worry about that anymore though” you say, trying to keep the conversation as light as possible. “What about you? Why are you all the way out here?” you return the question.

“I dunno’ intuition I suppose” he replied, perhaps a little way too honestly than he would’ve liked; before he could take back what he said, he heard you giggle. God, you sound cute when you laugh.

“I’m glad you followed your intuition… who knows what would’ve happened to me if you weren’t here to help” you feel him stiffen when you lay your head on his shoulder. If you were fully aware you’d probably pull back and apologize, but right now you were way too tired to even notice. Before you knew it, you closed your eyes and fell asleep again.

The sleeping stardust must’ve not worn out yet, Isagi thought. So he let you sleep beside him as he waited for the rain to stop.

He prays that the rain will stop before everyone wakes up. Otherwise, he might end up getting called to the principal’s office for coming out from the forest in the early mornings carrying a naked student in his arms. That would be a difficult situation to explain.

For now though… he’ll let you sleep. 

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Dropping this here

Its Marian but older. She's an old rottmnt oc I made back in 2020 but kinda forgot until recently

So like here

˖ˑ ꔫ ˚₊ CHEF-D'OEUVRE  ˖ˑ ꔫ ˚ ₊ 

Inui Seishu x Reader

Warnings: Historical!AU, afab!painter!reader, manga spoilers, implied sexism and feminism(?), making out, established relationship

CHEF-D'OEUVRE

/ˌSHāˈdo͝ovrə/ a masterpiece.

Never in a million years would you have guessed that your husband would agree to become your model, but here you are. Though you can’t quite say his reaction was one you were expecting at all.

⎯⎯⎯  ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯

You are a distinguished young lady, coming from a family of well-respected men and women alike, and he was a member of a reformist group that lived in the offside of town, who had long been orphaned because of a tragic accident.

When you were told that women would never be accepted into an art academy, you traveled to the unlikely side of town to seek out like-minded people, such as those who believed that women should have equal opportunities as men when it comes to studying art. That was when you met the reformist group who so actively stood for the equality of men and women.

How likely is it for someone like you, to stumble upon a “lost soul” like him amidst all of this? And how much more likely is it for you to end up falling in love with said boy, even after knowing of society’s disapproval of your union? The answer is not likely, yet not likely doesn’t mean it can’t happen.

You found solace with one another, and now he becomes more to you than just a lover. He has become your muse.

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impossible future

armin arlert x gn!reader

content: fluff, very soft, slight angst, implied sex but non-explicit, one curse word, during time-skip, implied that it’s the day before the attack on Marley.

words: 1.4K

He was always wondering where you were. It was strange, really. Before meeting you, he never had anything that plagued his mind other than the thought of a vast world outside the walls. He would picture fiery lands and cold mountains, inspired by the pictures in his books. He would even see those sights in his dreams, imagining what it would be like to ride his horse through those magical landscapes, his friends by his side. Maybe even the air would smell different, perhaps sweeter than the scent of blood and shit he was so familiar with. Every night he dreamt of this world, the taste of freedom on his tongue.

Now, he dreams of you.

Especially at times like this. When it was quiet and late into the night, and he knew, he feared, how dangerous tomorrow would be. Even his trusty book, with its few pages loose and damaged from the years of flipping through it, wasn’t distraction enough. He trailed his fingers over the fading pictures, brushing over them with a gentleness only he possessed, and sighed. What he failed to notice was how your careful gaze was observing him in silent worry.

"You look tired."

He startled, the beautiful sound of your voice, delicate and concerned, digging him out of his reverie. When he raised his head from his book, he was more than ready to take in the sight of you, his beautiful angel who still made him blush even after months of intimacy. And you didn’t fail to disappoint him, your form standing in the opening of his private tent. He felt immediate relief.

"I didn’t think I would see you tonight," he smiled faintly, the light in his once bright blue eyes dimmed but not yet extinct. Your expression mirrored his, tired and worn out with years of sleepless nights and deadly expeditions. You turned to close the slight gap in the tent’s opening, tying the knot and smoothing the thick fabric, thus forbidding the outside world to enter your little haven.

"Hange was done with the last few details of the plan, not that I was much help to them anyways. I figured I’d come see you…" you trailed off, words left unsaid. It might be the last time we ever see each others like this. After all, you were about to set the world on fire and you doubted you could come back from this unscathed.

Well, Armin would never miss an opportunity like this one. He raised from his chair, carefully putting the worn book aside. You stood there, quiet and sleepy, unmoving as you admired him. His face was illuminated by the dimming candlelight, and while he walked the few steps that separated the two of you, you took in the intricate details of his features. It had been impossible not to fall in love with his complexion; faint freckles on his sun kissed nose, long blonde eyelashes kissing his cheeks with a blink and the soft, inviting pink plump of his lips. He called you an angel, and yet he was the otherworldly one.

The rest of his body was just as beautiful, strong yet surprisingly gentle, seemingly untouched by hunger and pain. But you knew better. You noticed how his eyes seemed to hold the burden of war and duty. You remembered oh so clearly the nights spent crying silent tears or screaming ugly sobs in each others arms. The fear of losing each others, the horror he felt at the thought of losing control and annihilating everything around him, losing friends and dying with dreams unfulfilled. These nights were all too familiar. You desperately sought for nights where gentle touches and private smiles were exchanged.

So in this moment, when you knew that if you extended your hand right in front of you, you could touch him and feel at peace, nothing could hold you back. Therefore, the only logical choice was to move forward.

And he immediately caught your extended fingers in his warm hand. You could never comprehend how soft his palms were, even after years of harsh work and training. Every soldier you knew had their hands hardened by years of slaying Titans and fighting to survive. Armin was just different, you thought. He slayed with his tongue and battled with his mind. It seemed the only purpose for his hands was to gently hold yours.

You pressed your palm on his chest, eager to feel his heartbeat. You never went a day without feeling his pulse soothing you. And he let you. The atmosphere outside the tent was tense, soldiers either readying themselves for what tomorrow would bring or drinking until they couldn’t stand. However, right in the middle of your little world bathed in candlelight and soft touches, everything seemed timeless, free from burdens and duties.

Armin leaned towards you and pressed his cheek against your forehead. He enjoyed the feeling of your warm skin against his own, your steady breath hitting his neck and your hair tickling his cheek.

"You know," he started, your skin warm, his heartbeat steady, "I’ve read about this type of fish in the ocean that we’ve never seen before. In the book, they call them 'sharks'."

You hummed, your eyes half lidded with sleep. "Sharks?" He nodded, and in a moment of tenderness, he tilted his head to kiss your cheek before returning to his previous position. You couldn’t help but smile.

"Apparently they are predators of the sea, vicious and dangerous. They come in all shapes and sizes, and they’re all hunters. The book even mentions how they have teeth sharp like razors and that they possess the ability to smell a drop of blood in the water from long distances."

"They sound quite awful. Build to kill." Your mind conjured the sight of a deadly sea animal, with teeth long and sharp like swords, eyes scarlet red and a body as big as those Marleyan boats.

"Maybe they’re just misunderstood," Armin whispered. His voice felt like a saccharine melody dripping into your soul and his hands started playing with your hair. "Perhaps it’s in their nature."

For a second, you noticed how his voice trailed off, mind lost somewhere you couldn’t follow.

"Then we should befriend them," your silly suggestion tugged a smile on his lips. "After all this. We could find out where they like to swim and build a little house there. Even if it’s in the middle of the sea." You pressed your cheek to his chest and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "We could observe them and maybe we’ll discover that they’re not so bad after all. Perhaps the biggest ones are the friendliest, the most gentle and caring sharks of all. And we’ll use your beautiful talent with words to rewrite history books and make sure those creatures are never misunderstood again."

"It seems you’ve got it all figured out," he chuckled. Walls, he loves you so much.

"Of course," it was the most obvious thing after all. Were you to survive all of this, you knew you’d spend the rest of Armin’s days exploring beyond the sea with him and befriending the world. "We’ll build our cottage, we’ll even get a dog, or three, and we’ll ride our horses onto the beach," you were mumbling against his shirt and you only now noticed how you both had unconsciously started to sway together, dancing to the music of your future.

"We could open a bookstore," he suggested, and his eyes lit up at the thought. It seemed you had both decided to ignore your impending doom. It was much more pleasant to picture yourself with Armin, walking on sandy beaches hand in hand, playing with your dogs in the fields, cooking delicious meals together, and making love into the night.

"With… lots of books in all sorts of dialects." You felt yourself dozing off, yet you fought sleep with all your might just to appreciate the moment for just a second longer. "A whole collection of books dedicated to sharks. And… multicoloured seashells and rocks to brighten up the place."

"Hmm," his eyes were closed, lost in the fantasy. Acting on instinct, he slowly and gently guided the both of you to the bundle of blankets you had accumulated on his cot over the last few weeks. You followed without question and giggled when he tugged your body so you both fell on the pile of softness. "Let’s make plans for tomorrow then."

You smiled gently and settled next to him. You tangled your legs together while he wrapped the thin blanket over your bodies.

"Yeah. Tomorrow."

He knew that tonight he would be dreaming of you and your impossible future together.

secret admirer (aizawa & daughter!reader)

type: imagine

pronouns: she/her/herself

word count: 4729

summary: he never would have imagined that finding a love letter on his daughter's desk could lead to the spiral of insanity that it did.

a/n: you have most likely already read this post before. that is because my account was deleted before and i need to repost everything if you guys ever want to read this again. this is one of the few imagines that i didn't want to edit. honestly, it was my most popular post before for a reason. it's a fun read. interactions on this post would be greatly appreciated, especially comments.

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Every time I turn a corner, I hope I bump into you. Doesn’t matter where; I’m just always hoping I get to see you even if it’s only for a few seconds.

This was the first letter Aizawa had seen. 

(Y/N) was exhausted and had fallen asleep while studying. He noticed her lights were still on when he opened the door to say goodnight before leaving for his nighttime patrol, he found her face down in a textbook at her desk. He almost laughed at how much she still looked like a little kid when she was like this. He carefully picked her up and laid her down into her bed, listening to her babble nonsense as she cuddled into her pillow.

When he went back to her desk to turn off the lamp, that’s when he noticed among her English textbooks was a pink piece of paper that stood out prominently amongst the other white sheets. Aizawa had never been the type of parent who invaded his daughter’s privacy, he was the cool laid-back dad who she felt comfortable enough to talk to. But he found himself overtaken by curiosity of this pink sheet, so he sneaked a peak. 

He was surprised, his daughter had received a love letter.

He searched the page for a name, but there wasn’t one to be found. His daughter had a secret admirer. But he didn’t have enough time to process how someone was secretly pining for his daughter before he needed to leave.

Aizawa carefully laid the note back where he had found it, careful to make sure (Y/N) didn’t know that he had invaded her privacy. He looked at her and saw the five year old girl he had adopted ten years ago, as he softly rubbed her head.

The next day, as he crawled to class in his sleeping bag, he still thought about that pink sheet of paper. It was such a juvenile thing that he had long forgotten about from his own teenage years, people giving and receiving love letters. He had received a Valentine’s Day one from Ms. Jokes but he didn’t take it seriously, it was just riddled with bad puns. But this one was different.

In the teacher’s lounge, where he would usually try to sneak in a nap between lessons, he instead found himself still thinking of this letter when Present Mic decided to saunter over, noticing the distress his friend was in.

“HEY, ERASER!” he began, his obnoxiously loud voice ruining any chance for him to get any extra sleep. “What’s got you making that serious face?!”

He shuffled over for Yamada to plop down beside him. Aizawa knew he shouldn’t say anything, it was no one’s business what letters you received so long as they were appropriate. But Yamada had never just been anyone. He was his close friend since high school and he had helped him with (Y/N) whether it was babysitting or advice (which was never useful, but appreciated).

That and Aizawa needed someone to talk about this letter with, and this morning when he had asked (Y/N) if something had happened at school and she just shrugged and said nothing interesting. He thought having a secret admirer would qualify as something interesting, so you were clearly withholding the truth from him and he needed consultation to know whether he should be worried or not. Even if the best he could get was a childless thirty year old wearing all leather with hair big enough to make a cockatoo jealous.

“I found a note from a secret admirer in (Y/N)’s room last night,” he answered, as Yamada gasped in predictable shock.

“Someone broke into (Y/N)’s room?!” he exclaimed.

“No,” Aizawa replied, his stern face annoyed at the implication he would ever let someone break into his daughter’s room. “She must have gotten it at school and then left it on her desk. There was no name on it, though.”

“Oh,” Yamada exhaled, gripping his heart dramatically. “Don’t worry about me like that. I was worried our precious little (Y/N) was being stalked.” Once he had calmed down more, he turned to the black-haired male with a cheeky grin, “what’s the big issue then?”

“Weren’t you listening?” Aizawa asked.

“Come on, (Y/N)’s a pretty girl, it was only natural she was going to attract many suitors,” he shrugged, annoying Aizawa greatly. This was the moment Present Mic decided to be calm and rational, he had to admit there was a part of him hoping Yamada would overreact and he would know he wasn’t the crazy one for being worried. “What did it say?”

“Nothing scandalous, it was just about how they want to see her face whenever they're in the hallway,” Aizawa responded. 

“Oh, young love!” Midnight exclaimed, actually shaking with excitement. The two turned to face their coworker who had been doing her best to pretend like she wasn’t paying attention, but she couldn’t help herself after the mentions of secret love letters that caught her attention. She grinned at the two, “sounds like something from a great love story for the lovely (Y/N) Aizawa.”

Aizawa narrowed his eyes at her statement. (Y/N) was too young to have some great love story, he hadn’t even had a great love story. 

“I wonder which boy has the yearning heart,” Midnight mused, clearly still enjoying herself with this whole incident that was not supposed to be some kind of twisted enjoyment for his coworkers while Aizawa was trying to process the whole letter. “Perhaps a classmate who admired her intelligence and cooperativeness, or one of your students attracted to the scandal.”

“What ''scandal”?” he asked, regretting it immediately.

“Dating your teacher’s daughter, the attraction to the forbidden,” she answered.

Aizawa found himself cringing, “sounds more like a nightmare.”

“Besides, I doubt anyone would actively want to date (Y/N) because of who her father is, he’s not exactly father-in-law material!” Yamada interjected, clearly missing the point Aizawa was going for. “It’s probably one of her classmates that sees her cute face all day but was too intimidated to speak up!”

Trying his best to wiggle away while Present Mic and Midnight continued to discuss who they think could have written it, he slid off the couch and made his way back to his classroom with his sleeping bag over his shoulder. He had been contemplating what they had said. 

(Y/N) was pretty and admirable, he shouldn’t have been surprised she’d be the kind of girl that boys would send love letters to. But he never imagined she’d be the kind of daughter who would keep this secret from him. 

Or perhaps he was simply overthinking. Everything about parenting was new to him with (Y/N). It was easy to take Eri in after having raised (Y/N) when she was that age, but he had never been a parent to a teenager. Maybe he was expecting too much from her. He thought he was lucky and she skipped over the teenage angst years where she would start to hate him and want to rebel. Maybe secrets were just something they have now.

Either way, it was extremely exhausting.

He wanted to be able to be the laid-back father who simply accepted this new chapter of life and be able to continue with his own, but now he felt like an overbearing mother, secretly looking for her face in the hallway. Looking for what boys were looking at her, which ones could have written her the note. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose, he needed a nap.

I wanna lay next to you and listen to the beat of your heart. I wanna close my eyes and fall asleep in your arms. I wanna feel you and just forget the world.

There had been a second love letter.

He was about to leave his classroom when he noticed (Y/N) leaving class late and alone with another pink paper in her hand. He hid and stared at the crack between the door, and watched as she carefully left down the hallway, hiding the paper in her bag. So whoever was leaving this letters was putting them in her bag rather than her shoe locker. Which meant it had to be someone with access to the classroom and it had to be between lunch and when school ends for her to only be putting it away now.

He was definitely wasting too much of his analytical and observation skills on this. But that wouldn’t be his biggest crime of the night.

`When he got home before he would have to leave for patrol, while she was playing with Eri in her bedroom, he took the chance to sneak into (Y/N)’s room.

Aizawa walked over to her desk again, looking around but it wasn’t where he had found the note innocently sitting out for him to see days prior. That should have been enough for him to leave. It was none of his business what the letter said. The first time he defended himself with her own thoughtlessness leaving notes lying around for anyone else to read.

But now he was rummaging through her school bag quickly, looking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t caught in the act. He doesn’t think he would ever live down the embarrassment of being the type of person who acted so crazily over a love letter. That and (Y/N) would never trust him again.

Soon he found the letter and read it in detail.

He felt himself shudder at the words. While there was nothing particularly explicit about them, he wanted to choke out whoever sent this to his daughter. He supposed someone could find it romantic to know someone was pining after them with such poetic and vulnerable language, it was just Aizawa homicidal.

Perhaps he was getting too worked up over these love letters. But there was no going back, he had already overstepped one boundary when reading the first letter, then with telling his co-workers who kept talking about potential romantic interests for (Y/N), and now a big one when he started snooping through her private belongings. What was wrong with him?

Doing his best to return everything into its proper place, he quickly took a picture of the letter and the handwriting present. If Midnight was right and it had been one of his students who wrote that letter, then their handwriting would match. 

Aizawa quickly slipped out of the room and walked over to Eri’s, where (Y/N) was seated on the floor playing with dolls with his adoptive sister. Memories flooded back to when he first got (Y/N) and he tried overcompensating for his lackluster parenting skills with dolls and other girly items. In the end, she enjoyed the cat plushie he had first bought her more, and still keeps it on her bed to this day.

“Are you heading out already, dad?” (Y/N) asked, looking up from the small girl to her father who was watching them with uncharacteristically wistful eyes.

Snapping back to reality, he nodded while walking over and bending his knees to pat the tops of both (Y/N) and Eri’s heads. “Ten more minutes of play and then it’s off to bed with the both of you. I hope you did your homework, (Y/N).”

“Always do,” she beamed.

As he moved to leave the room, he paused at the door frame before turning back to look at his daughter who was back to looking at the doll in her hand while Eri was giving a little wave goodbye. Another flash to her younger figure holding a doll in their first home. “Did anything interesting happen today, anything you want to talk about?” He asked again.

(Y/N) turned and met his gaze with a stoic expression, but something in her eyes looked like she was pondering her response. “No, not really.”

“Okay then.”

The next day in class, while the class was talking amongst themselves before homeroom began, Aizawa found himself glaring at them. Unlike the usual glaring he gave them to be quiet, this time he was looking around the room at all their faces and trying to come up with a list of potential culprits. 

It was easy to eliminate some characters from who could have sent the letters. The spelling was too good to be Kaminari, too sweet for Bakugo, too emotionally vulnerable for Todoroki, too bold for Midoriya, penmanship too good for Kirishima, too innocent for Mineta, not straightforward enough for Iida, and too lacking in sparkles for Aoyama. Slowly one by one he started creating a hierarchy of most likely to least likely, but only the comparison would show.

His most likely became a strange list, with Tokoyami becoming one of the most likely due to his more poetic nature compared to the rest of the class. 

Once homeroom was over, he left to find the files from their midterms and compared each student to the handwriting from the second letter.

“ERASER HOW YO~! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Yamada screamed as he entered the office, earning a glare from Aizawa before he quickly lowered his head and continued to examine the papers and his phone.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He barked.

“Having a third-life crisis,” he responded, walking over to see exactly what he was doing, which did not make the situation any better. 

Someone who didn’t know Aizawa or the situation would assume he was stealing test answers or intellectual property of the students, instead of a desperate father trying to intercede in his daughter’s love life. Which was either worse or better depending on the person. To Present Mic, it was hilarious.

“Are you really getting this worked up over a note?”

“…there was a second.”

“A SECOND! LEMME SEE!” he demanded, reaching out for the phone, which he managed to snatch away quickly. 

While he was the cool uncle to (Y/N) since she was a little girl and she had been long coming to him as a second parent, he didn’t have any problem getting in the middle of this. Hell, he had been her advocate during Aizawa’s continuous descent into madness over the little pink paper. 

He started to laugh, “whoever wrote this was bold and smooth. If I got a note from someone in high school like this, I would’ve been theirs in a second.”

“Not helping,” Aizawa sniped, taking back the phone to continue.

“Not trying to,” Yamada retorted, “I want no part of this obsessive behavior unless it’s watching and making commentary, because you are losing it and it’s actually cute to watch you get so worked up like this.”

Aizawa growled in response as he looked at the final paper. 

Not a single match.

And for the first time ever Hizashi Yamada was right. 

Whoever was (Y/N)’s secret admirer had to be in Class 1B. He guessed that made sense, seeing someone everyday and developing feelings for them gradually over time. But it would make it even harder to know which boy it could be. Unlike his class, he couldn’t check all their handwriting and he didn’t know them enough personally to make an educated guess about the admirer…

Suddenly his mind was racing with ways he could convince Vlad King to give him access to any written fills in his class, just enough writing from each student he could analyze their handwriting. Perhaps bump into him when he was holding his paperwork, and when he dropped it, he would switch it out with fakes. Or have someone or something distract him while he goes through the papers on his desk, Mic could be a good distraction, he never shuts up. 

Then he realized he was scheming on how to out a teenagers crush.

Yamada was right twice now, he was getting too obsessed over these letters. This must have been the end of the world or he really was crazy.

“How come you never write me letters like this?” Yamada asked.

He glared at him, closing the file and putting it away.

“Whoever wrote this isn’t just feeling puppy love or good fashioned teen hormonal horniness, this is full of mature infatuation,” Yamada commented.

Aizawa clenched his jaw and began grinding his teeth, activating his quirk out of frustration hoping to silence Yamada. “Really…not…helping…”

“Look on the bright side, whoever wrote this isn’t some shallow guy who only likes her because she’s pretty and is going to break her heart after a few days or when the next pretty girl comes along. Maybe this is going to be something great for (Y/N),” he explained, getting awfully sage in his tone as he continued. Even Aizawa was actually interested in what he had to say.

“Since when did you start making good points?” Aizawa groaned.

“I know, right?!” Yamada gleefully enthused, seeming surprised as well. “Usually you’re the one in the right. I guess when you started acting like the crazy one, I had to become the rational one to balance it out.”

“Well thanks for the advice,” Aizawa stoically nodded, leaving the office, residual shame at his actions was still clouding him as he pondered climbing back into his sleeping bag between classes.

I want you to be mine. Selfishly, thoughtlessly, mine. Because how can you be just friends with someone who you want to kiss all the time?

(Y/N)’s grip tightened on the third letter she had received, it was after lunch and she had been busy in the cafeteria with Kendo, Kodai, and Pony. The previous days she had tried to eat in her classroom to see who was putting these notes on her desk, but whenever she tried, there would never be anyone coming to the classroom. So she decided to wait until the letter was already there.

Looking down at this latest desk, covertly reading it while they had a mathematics class, she found her face turning bright red. It was the most straightforward in progressively more bold love letters. However she found herself increasingly endeared to them. This one had her feeling a bit giddy.

However not as giddy as she felt when she flipped the note over.

Meet me on the roof after school is over.

Stuffing the note into the back of her book, she struggled to hide how bashful she was for the rest of the class, being easily distracted and flustered whenever someone spoke to her. All she could do was wait for school to be over so she could run up to the roof and meet with her secret admirer.

She didn’t know what she was expecting. She knew what she was hoping for once she stepped onto the roof. She had dreamed about it for a while, and when she got the first letter she had fallen asleep to dreams of her crush being her admirer, but she didn’t want to get too worked up. But (Y/N) couldn’t help but be a bit hopeful when she was looking at the note.

She hadn’t shared the notes with anyone but Kendo. She was the class representative and like a big sister to the whole class, so she knew she was going to give her the best advice. Kendo was excited about the notes and they quickly started to rank which boys it could or couldn’t be.

Kendo’s first idea was Tetsutetsu because of how friendly he was to (Y/N), despite how friendly he always was- she knew it couldn’t be him because he clearly had a crush on Kendo that she was completely oblivious to. 

Awase, Kuroiro, Tsuburaba, and Honenuki were all names she had thrown around, but (Y/N) was unsure if she was close enough with any of them for them to have developed as intense as the ones present in the notes. 

That’s when the suggestion of Monoma came up. The two interacted regularly, he wasn’t exactly someone you could easily ignore. Mainly because he refused to let anyone. He was just intense enough to send these messages despite their friendship seeming only platonic. Hell, she might have even considered it if it didn’t mean she’d have to constantly hear him mock 1A because of her father. She already had to deal with that enough as his classmate.

Once the bell rang dismissing classes, she almost jumped out of her seat out of pure nerves. However she tried to do her best to compose herself. 

As she said goodbye to her friends and the classroom became more empty, she gave her secret admirer a minute or two to find their way to the roof and the hallways to clear out before she exited her class, the note flat against her chest.

“(Y/N),” a voice spoke up. She turned and saw her father.

“Oh. Hey, dad,” she greeted, rubbing the back of her head as she tried to hide the note behind her. However, he had clearly noticed it, but unbeknownst to her he knew it had to be another love letter from her secret admirer. However he did his best to compose himself after his little incident of insanity.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, “anything interesting happening?”

“No,” she dismissed, “why you ask?”

He exhaled, lowering his head a bit. “I don’t know, I just think the older you get the less you need me. Like you’re becoming completely independent. I’m just thinking about how in three years you’ll be an adult and I’ll just be the weird thirty-three year old guy you call once a year on Christmas.”

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip, what was getting into her father? What had she done that would give him that impression.

“Why are you acting so crazy, dad? I’m never going to be too old for you to be my dad,” she stated, conviction present in her voice and the note almost completely in the back of her mind now. “I’m not gonna lie and pretend like I’m not going to get more mature, and yeah we might not be as close as I was when I was five, but now we can look forward to other things.”

“Like what?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “we can watch more mature films together to feel intellectual before switching back to Barbie and The Fairy Secret for the millionth time, or when I turn twenty we can have my first drink together, or when I get married you’ll walk me down the aisle and give me away.”

Aizawa couldn’t help but find himself grinning. He had never considered him as much of a parental figure before, but god did love his girls. And (Y/N) was actually breaking his heart with how sweet she was being. He walked over and pulled her into an embrace, she quickly wrapped her arms around him, careful to keep the note out of his view. 

“How did you get to be such a great kid?” he jokingly questioned.

She chuckled, “you did a moderately good job.”

He patted the back of her head, Aizawa felt like he was finally coming to terms with how much his daughter had grown up. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead which made her giggle. “Okay, let’s head home.”

“Umm,” she mumbled, pulling away again, her grip tightening on the letter. Her mind was racing for a convincing lie. “I actually got to meet with a teacher about something first, but I’ll see you soon, promise it won’t take long.”

He had to stop himself from asking a follow-up question. He had a sneaking suspicion she was lying (because she sucked at lying) but he couldn’t call her out without admitting he had read her other notes and knew that whatever she was planning to do had something to do with this newest note. So he used all of his self control to force a smile for her and nod.

“Okay,” he replied.

“See ya,” she announced, slowly walking down the hall while he watched.

Despite feeling a constriction in his heart over watching her leave with that love letter in her hand, every paternal instinct screaming at him to follow her and forbid her from dating boys while she was still living under his roof, but he wanted to put an end to these obsessive tendencies. Aizawa trusted his daughter’s judgment, she had become much wiser than he expected.

“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE! WE’VE GOT TO FOLLOW HER!” Mic screamed, causing Aizawa to turn and see his friend and Midnight having been watching the entire encounter. 

“I thought you told me to just let it be?” Aizawa countered.

“Yeah but now that you're back to being rational, I have to be the dramatic one, we have to go and protect our baby before something happens!”

“What about you?”

“The chance to see a new romance blossom or a young heart be crushed is too exhilarating to miss out on witnessing!” Midnight explained.

Before they knew it, they had followed (Y/N) in an almost too obvious manner that made Aizawa believe either she knew and said nothing or she was denser than a stone wall. Soon the three were all peeping through the open door on the roof of the UA building, with their heads stacked on top of each other to all get a peep. 

A crusty guy with a sleeping bag, a dominatrix, and a guy in full leather watching a teenage girl waiting for her secret admirer. If they didn’t know her this would have been creepy. Actually- it was still creepy.

And sad.

It made him feel old.

(Y/N) was looking around frantically, she knew she was a bit late after waiting for all her classmates to leave but then speaking with her dad unexpectedly but she hoped he didn’t think she wasn’t coming. Then the terrible thought that this had all been some prank on her came to mind. Who could be so cruel?

“I was afraid you weren’t going to show,” a voice spoke up, causing her head to jerk almost violently in anticipation. “I know the letters may have been a bit intense, I was scared I might have scared you away with how blunt they were.”

Shinso was rubbing the back of his neck as he walked over to (Y/N) who looked surprised. He felt a little embarrassed but relieved he hadn’t been stood up.

“I liked that about them, they were honest and kind and poetic,” she lightly smiled looking down at the pink sheet, a small blush spread across her cheeks, “it’s what made me hope they were from you.”

He smirked, “I meant every word I wrote. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to get them out properly if I was looking you in the face. That something would come out wrong or I wouldn’t get the point I was trying to make.” He moved closer, slowly closing the gap between them, and (Y/N) started to lean closer. “But I really do want to be with you, (Y/N), and I really want to kiss you.”

Shinso carefully lifted out his hand to touch her shoulder, feeling her lean into his touch and the smile across her face was all the indication he needed to lean down and close the distance between the two of them, placing a chaste kiss on her gentle lips. Pulling away after a few seconds.

(Y/N) quickly placed her hand on his cheek and pulled the purple-haired male back in for a more passionate lip-lock. She could feel Shinso smirk against her lips as he reciprocated the kiss, his grip on her shoulder strengthened as he moved it down her back to pull her into an embrace.

As they pulled away for more air this time, he rested his forehead on hers, enjoying how close he could be to her now after months of pining.

“You know Eraserhead, Present Mic, and Midnight are watching us?” He asked, looking past her head a bit to see the three watching from the door.

“Yeah, they don’t understand boundaries. You get used to it.”

PENT UP! [‹ ISAGI YOIICHI ›]

[‹ SUMMARY ›] isagi is usually really soft with you, until after a big win and he’s worked up on adrenaline!

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

afab!reader, all chars are 18+, pussy drunk!isagi, rough sex, praise, some begging, pet name [baby], creampie

when you ask isagi how his game went as he stumbles into the apartment all sweaty and grinning, his groping hands and his lips messily clashing with yours is enough of an answer.

“mmph- won,” he mumbles between kisses, hands pawing at your waist and flitting through your hair as his tongue glides against yours in a panted frenzy. “got two goals… missed you, wish you were hah- there to see…”

you can tell isagi’s worked up by the way he’s practically pushing you onto the couch, toppling over your frame to treat you the way he’s been wanting to for hours now.

a gasp is pulled from your chest as he nips and sucks at the crook of your neck, his hips dragging in slow grinds against your shorts with his heavy bulge letting you know just how much he missed you.

“mm- can’t resist you right now,” isagi groans softly as his hands work to slip your shorts and panties off of your hips, his lips connecting with yours through shallow pants and soft moans. “so pent up it hurts…”

“then use me to get it out,” you murmur back softly, and he swears that time just froze. his cock twitches in his shorts, taut and pressing hard against the fabric at your pretty plead. “lemme help you…”

the room spins in isagi’s head as he rushes to slip his waistband down, pulling your hips flush against his. “god- might get a lil rough, baby. sorry…”

isagi grunts out softly as he slips the head of his cock between your walls, the slick feeling overwhelming him enough that he thinks he might just cum right then and there. his veins bulge against his forearms as his fingers dig into your waist, a sharp inhale escaping him as he bottoms out.

“fuck- guess the game got me worked up,” isagi moans out softly, slowly dragging his cock in and out with languid movements. “feels so good, don’t think i can hold back much longer…”

“s’ okay,” you whine out against his lips, admiring the dark, murky lust glimmering in his eyes. “i can take it…”

as if those words were the knife that cut through the last thread of his resolve, he can’t help but just crack.

“shit, shit, shit, fuck,” isagi grunts out in succession with each wet smack, hands gripping your waist roughly as his hips rut into your slick pussy. “you proud of me, baby? for scoring all those goals?”

“mm- yes, s-so proud of you y’ichi,” you whimper out the words between shaky gasps, and you swear his cock throbs inside of you at the praise. you mumble out mindlessly, “did so good… doing so good…”

“hah- yeah?” isagi groans, hips smacking faster against yours in mind-boggling thrusts. his lip is caught between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed and face tense as he fervently chases the euphoric pleasure starting to twitch in his cock. “god- gonna make me cum when you feel this good.”

“lemme have it,” you whine and flitter your hands through his hair, grasping the locks and moaning at every pressured shock of pleasure jolting through your body.

“oh, shit,” isagi fucks into you sloppily, wet slaps and grunts pervading through heavy air of the apartment. the pent up adrenaline sears through his skin and makes his cock feel so tight with every quick drag, his hips stuttering as he rocks his body against you. “mmph- gonna cum soon, you gonna take it?”

“yeah, yeah,” you moan out shallowly, chest rising and falling quickly with each pant he draws out of your body. “g’na take it all…”

“mm- fuck, so good to me, baby,” isagi shudders, cock twitching and his quick breaths turning ragged as he digs his fingers into your waist tighter. his jaw hangs open as a voice cracking moan leaves his lips, hips flushed against yours as ribbons of white spill between your walls.

he rocks his hips into you a few times as he catches his breath, face flushed and euphoria throbbing in his body.

“guess this is my reward for those goals,” isagi sighs out heavily, lips connecting with yours as exhaustion wracks his limbs. “g’na score a lot more so i can come back to this again…”

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