Hi! I'm Sunny (She/Her, 28), a long time nerd with a lot of fanfic/headcanon experience! I've fallen back into fandom hell, so I decided to make a blog dedicated to all the little ideas and fanfics I have floating around in drafts and notes.
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Featuring: My stupidly obvious need to give everyone a breeding kink
A = Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex)
50/50 chance of him either lazily dragging you closer to spoon you and get overly cuddly afterwards, almost purring into your hair as he presses him self against you with a content smile (how this man can look so cute after what he'd done to you for the last hour??? You'll never know), or carrying you to the bathroom and running you a nice bath to soak in while he tries not to fret over some of the marks he's left
Really, it depends on if he thinks he was too rough with you or not.
B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)
On him? His arms. He knows you love watching him train, and if he flexes just a little more than usual and shows off while doing so?? He can't help the smug grin he gets when you get all flustered.
On you?? This man LOVES your thighs. Some can't decide between tits or ass, while Sasaki would just as happily suffocate with his head buried between your thighs. It's that simple to him ( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°)
(If you're plus-sized?? He'll put a ring on you and never let you leave, oh my gosh. Just the way he can grip at your soft, plush thighs and sides can, and has, sent him into a frenzy.)
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)
Call him territorial or possessive all you want, but the idea of cumming inside you and staking a claim on your body?? He's all for it. He'll happily cum elsewhere if you're not comfortable with that, but if you pull him close and beg him quietly to cum inside you? You're about to see a side of him that you've never seen before. (COUGH*Breedingkink*Cough)
Mans just over 10 foot tall and built like a tank too, so when he cums?? It's a lot.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Has, more than once, stolen a pair of your used panties to bring with him if he has to leave for more than a few days. Reasons to himself that it's a goodluck charm, but in the dark of his room when he's missing you?? He's fucking his fist while his other hand presses them to his face, whining out your name while he tries to imagine you right there with him.
He'll never mention it to your face, but will go bright red if you ever comment on the sudden teeth marks some of your underwear suddenly has.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?)
He's experienced from his time as a Capitan, but hasn't done much since joining the Beast Pirates. Sure, there were plenty of offers, but he was much too focused on making a place for himself- and then...well, you came along. And he's loyal to a fault once he decides to commit to something (ïŸâăźâ)ïŸ*:ïŸâ§
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)
He's a fan of anything that lets him see your face! Cowgirl if one of his favourites, since it's nice to sit back and have a drink while you bounce on his lap, but he has been known to put you in a mating press if he's overly worked up or if he's been away and unable to see you for awhile.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
He's not overly serious, but he won't joke around. It's an intimate moment for him, to be vulnerable and show you how much he loves and desires you- he doesn't think that's a joking matter.
H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
The carpets absolutely match the drapes, but he keeps himself trimmed and tidy.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)
He loves you, and he wants to show it. He's not a very talkative or open person by nature, and he knows that he can be a bit guarded with his emotions. But being with you like this? He can show you just how much he adores you and how desirable he finds you- without worrying about stumbling over his words or making a fool of himself.
J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)
While he's with you, not often, maybe once or twice a month if you're not able to stay with him or if he's just in a mood.
If he's away however, he's jerking off to thoughts of you nightly, almost pining over the fact that you're not there with him. At this point, he doesn't even do it just because he's horny, he does it because he misses you...and because he's drunk and sulking.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Size Kink- you're what? around half his height?? He loves how easily he can manhandle and overpower you. And watching the obscene way he can almost see his cock moving inside you whenever he fucks you?? He's in heaven.
Breeding kink- He's a territorial, possessive bastard, but that almost comes hand in hand with being a pirate. He's not sure if it's the thought of fucking you so full of himself that everyone will know that you're his, or the thought of you all round and swollen and pretty with his child that gets to him most at this point. He just knows that if he happens to get you pregnant...well, why stop at one, right?
Marking Kink- Hand in hand with the breeding kink. He loves leaving bitemarks all over your shoulders and thighs, especially if he knows that you have to wear something that will show them off the next day. He'll lay in bed afterwards, lightly tracing all the angry, bruising marks with such a satisfied, dopy look, that you can't even bring yourself to get mad at him for it.
Cock Warming- Okay, this is part Size Kink/Breeding Kink, part 'Sasaki just loves your cunt'. Especially if he's cum inside you and gets to hold you close, hands pinning you to his chest as he keeps it all stuffed deep inside you.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
His home, your home, his office??? Anywhere he can have you to himself with the knowledge that no one will interrupt after watching him coax you away.
(He doesn't know it, but he has a very specific 'I'm-about-to-fuck-my-cute-little-partner-and-i'll-kill-you-if-you-bother-me' glare that all of his division learns by their first week on the job)
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
He loves being close to you, and if you cuddle up to him while he's having a drink or lazing around, he's bound to pull you away to somewhere quiet by the end of the night. Especially if you sit yourself prettily between his legs or on his lap while he lounges around.
If he knows that he has to leave and that he won't see you for a while, he'll try and fuck you as often as he can, almost like he's trying to make up for the time he knows he's about to lose with you. Have you heard the phrase 'fucking like it's the last time you'll ever be together'? Well, that's Sasaki if he knows he'll be gone for more than a month- You'll be lucky to get 5 minutes to yourself between the time he's told of his departure, and the time he actually leaves.
....He's also a horny drunk, and this man drinks a lot
N = No (Something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Anything involving pain for either of you (he's fine with bites or scratching, hairpulling and the like. But if it'll cause serious pain or has the chance to do so? No.)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
While he could smugly watch you struggle to take him in your mouth for hours if you're able, he's all about giving.
This man could and will, die happily with his head buried between your thighs, as stated before.
Please sit on his face, he's really careful about his teeth, and he just wants to listen to you moan his name.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
It really depends on the mood for him. If he just wants to show you how much he adores you, he's slow and soft and showering you with affection. But if he's worked up or if you've teased him enough? He can, and will, completely ruin you. Multiple times.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He's okay with them, and will seek you out every now and then to help take the edge off if he's having a bad day! He fully expects you to do the same, and will get pouty if he comes home to you complaining about your day, asking why you didn't come find him and let him take your mind off it
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Yes and Yes. If you have something you want to try, he's game to give it a go. And while no one would dare interrupt his time with you, the thrill of someone walking in and seeing you begging him so prettily??? He wouldn't say no to that either.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
He goes 2-3 rounds on average, more if he's worked up, less if he's had a hard day. And maybe it's a pride thing, but in his mind, you have to cum at least twice for every end of his own.
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He's never owned one, and to be honest, seeing your own toys was a first for him.
Your wand/vibrator confused the fuck out of him until you gave him a hands on demonstration of how you used them on yourself, and he's had a love/hate relationship with them ever since.
(He's petty and pouty that you even need something other than his hands and body, but at the same time, he knows he can't always be there with you.
They're getting tossed out your window if he ever sees you using them while he's willing and available though and he won't be sorry about it.)
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
He can be a tease when he sets his mind to it, especially if he's feeling possessive and wants to hear you beg for him.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's all grunts and groans of your name, and his dirty talk is almost a growl in your ear while he tells you how good you feel wrapped around him so tightly- how you take all of him so well for such a pretty little thing.
W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)
When he's much to drunk to do anything other than cuddle up to you at night, you sometimes swear that you can feel tears in your hair as he hides his face from you, his voice thick as he mumbles out how much he loves you- how you're the best thing to ever happen to him and that if it ever came to it...
well, he'd abandon everything and everyone if it meant keeping you safe and by his side.
You never mention it to him when he sobers up.
It's true though, and he meant every word.
X = X-ray (Letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
This man's 10 foot tall, he's packing at LEAST 9-10 inches. He's thick and girthy, and has some very prominent veins on the underside of his cock that drive him crazy if you trace them with your tongue.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
HIGH. VERY HIGH. He can barely go a day without having you, especially if you're teasing him.
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)
He never goes straight to sleep afterwards, always either wanting to just enjoy having you so close and exhausted beside him first, or wanting to tidy you both up before dozing off together.
Summary: A story about hitting rock bottom, in a world that only ever wanted you when you let them walk all over you, and then clawing your way back up out of pure spite.
Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), Unreliable narrator, AFAB!Reader, Fem pronouns for reader, hints to past abuse, reader being an absolute pushover and not standing up for herself. Reader has a quirk!
Notes: This is for all the people out there who get nervous about answering the phone, ordering food in person and for those who dread having others disappointed in them. Don't worry though, while it may get worse for the reader at first, it does, and absolutely will, get better.
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The room was quiet, having an almost homey vibe to it as you looked ahead blankly, unable to do anything other than stare at the coffee stains scattered around the large table between you and yourâŠinterviewer.
âAâŠa job offer?â
As if being back here while missing an interview for a job you actually wanted wasnât bad enough to begin with.
âYes, weâre in need of competent medical staff as the number of incidents this year has far exceeded what weâre currently capable of managing without outside assistance.â TheâŠMouseâŠ.thing, NezuâŠcontinued from his seat across from you, the tea sitting before you already cooling as you sat there, unable to find a response. âWeâve been keeping an eye out for trained doctors, nurses and healing quirks, and fortunately for us, youâve recently become available. I must say, your work on All Might was very impressive, weâd love to have your talents with us here and weâre fully prepared to offer relocation closer to the school, any benefits you may want and a full time salary as compensation.â
This wasâŠ.
âo-oh. Oh wow I-â
âŠtoo good to be true.
âThank you for the offer, I really a-appreciate itâŠâ You started softly, your shoulders slumping as you hunched over slightly, your hands nervously clenching in your lap. âIâll definitely consider it- I will! I have another interview planned though, sorry, I donât want to leave them hanging and notâŠthatâd be so rude.â
âAh, at the family clinic across town correct?â At your nod, his small, black eyes seemed to shine with an emotion you couldnât name. âThatâs a shame, youâd be sure to secure work at any of the agencies in the city, and your potential to help others would be utilized to the maximum. A family clinic however⊠â
âIâll keep that in mind, Iâm very sorry for wasting your timeâŠif this interview doesnât work out, Iâll most certainly come by to see if you still need help, I promise!â You nearly rushed the words out, eager to be out of the office and off school grounds. âThank you very much for having me in mindâŠâ
âThatâs most alright, weâll have a position waiting when you need it.â
âWhen.â
He smiled.
âWhen, not if.â
You nodded happily, perhaps a bit too fast as you tried to hide the subtle shaking of your hands
âIâll have our information emailed to you, please feel free to contact us if you ever need anything.â
âOkay.â
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Youâd learned not to trust heroes blindly at a young age.
Well before starting your training to be a nurse, youâd been offered many positions with various heroes in the city you grew up in. Small time heroes looking for anything or anyone to help boost their ratings, healing quirks always helping to draw attention as they can just help the hero keep going and going and going until it wasnât the hero who was worn and too tired to move.
Larger, more popular heroes also contacted your family, promises of safety, of training and the opportunity to help others. To help them and make a name for yourself.
You didnât want to make a name for yourself though, just the thought of having all that attention on you was enough to send you into hiding, not leaving your room for weeks at a time- your parents eventually having to put their foot down and cut all the offers off before they got to you.
Well, the offers they knew about at least.
More than once an injured hero just âhappenedâ to stumble across you on your way home from school- promising that you wouldnât get in trouble, but could you please help them? They needed to get back out there to help others.
You were a pushover, how could you say no to someone who looked at you with such pleading eyes?
âOkay.â
It happened again and again and again and again and-
It became too much.
Way too much.
People were starting to look at you, and the day a reporter showed up at your family home asking for an interview with âthe towns very own Recovery Girlâ was the day you told your parents you were moving out.
To study somewhere else, to get away from this attention and help people in a way that made you feel comfortable.
Youâd always wanted to help people- or learned to want to anyway. And no matter how badly the negative side of your quirk sometimes was, it was satisfying in a quiet, subtle way to see people walk away from seeing you with their heads held high and a smile on their face.
One day, you wanted to smile like that too.
--
Sometimes, you felt like a coward, weak and more than ready to topple over at the slightest breeze.
âWhat do you mean, they said theyâd send a message-anâŠan email or something? Iâm so sorry, I didnât mean to be a no showâŠâ You pleaded, your face flushed from nerves and pure embarrassment as the woman at the front desk glared down at you, and the fact that she was the wife of the man that owned the clinic didnât speak highly of his opinion of you either. âIâm so sorry, I swear Iâll contact them and get-â
ââAll Mightâ to come and tell us that he whisked you away for a meeting? And that you didnât just throw our very generous offer of full time employment back in our faces?â The lady scoffed, the cold room around you seeming to get smaller and smaller as she sneered at you, various people watching in curiosity, or for some vague sense of amusement to fill the time.
You hated people watching you.
âYou were recommended to us very highly and we went out of our way to help you- to offer you a position we can barely even afford to consider. We cleared a day to run you through everything, to get a feel for your character and you just- Spat in our faces. The poor doctor that recommended you will likely never hear the end of this, I hope you know that. Get out.â
âIâm so sorryâŠâ
âGet out. We had so much hinged on you and itâs ruined- you walk in here lying out of your teeth about meeting with heroes and âAll Mightâ giving us his word that youâve been with him of all people? You canât even look me in the eye, and youâre expecting me to just believe you? What, are you on something? Are you high? Was that why you were fired from the general hospital? Get. OUT.â
ââŠokay.â
So, like a coward, you ran.
Ran from all the whispers and the eyes watching you, judging you for what theyâd heard.
--
Itâd been three weeks since then and you were fast burning through your savings.
Rent, Food, Bills- your brick of a phone was all but abandoned with no hope of having enough credit to call anyone. Youâd applied to various clinics around the city and hadnât heard back from even one yet (You knew why, what with how fast gossip travelled around between businesses here), youâd resorted to applying to even the smallest ad you saw in the paper.
No word back from any of them.
Not even for dog walking or paper deliveries.
Sighing, you lay across your sofa, the late night movies playing softly in the background as a hope for distraction from your thoughts, the cool air blowing in through your open window carrying the faint sounds of the city with it.
An email sat mockingly in your inbox with U.Aâs logo blaring loudly across the top, and Nezu had even been kind enough to include a list of all agencies in the city looking for a healer.
You didnât want to.
Youâd rather bite your own tongue off than go back and be talked into something you couldnât turn down- especially when they just had to know that they were your only option left. Here on your own, you were more than willing to admit that theyâd drag you in and never let you go free again. Youâd be healing hero after hero, and be pulled into the spotlight when that was everything you wanted to avoid and more.
But in person?
Well, you were a pushover.
A coward.
So you did what you did best and hid away in your home, avoiding even the thought of having to go and sign your life away just to be able to eat.
âWhen was the last time I actually at? Damn quirk, Iâd kill for a snack right nowâŠâ
*BANG BANG*
Startled, you sat up sharply, almost falling from your sofa as you waited for your door to fly off its hinges again- to be dragged away to that hell of a school and-
*BANG BANG BANG BANG*
âOI! OI (Y/N) ARE YOU HOME??!â A shaky voice called from outside, not even minding that it was nearing midnight.
ThatâŠwasnât All Might.
Or any hero youâd met so farâŠ
Whoever they were, you could already see the tell-tale fog of an injury seeping in from the cracks of your door.
*BANG*
âPLEASE TELL ME YOUâRE HOME! PLEASE!?â The voice was distressed, that was for sure, so without giving it much though, you replied, already getting up and making your way over.
âC-Coming!â
âThank fuck! Hurry up!â
Rushing over to the door, you hesitated only for a moment before unlocking the various chains and locks youâd installed in hopes ofâŠwell keeping your door.
And the second it was opened, you took one look at the dark haired man before you (a neighbour from downstairs, he always said hello when you met to collect your mail. Asked how you were. Smiled at you- he had a strange smile.) and fell back into years of detached practice.
The fog you were all too familiar with hang heavily around you both, seeping between you like youâd just taken an overly hot shower on a freezing day.
âYouâre a nurse, right (Y/N)?â
Oh god.
âIâll call an ambulance! Just stay there!â
âNO! NO hospitals, Just- Just move. Let me in and shut the door. Please?â
His hand was clenched tightly to his side as he pushed past you and into your home, a faint trail of blood dropping to your floor behind him- you closed the door quickly, taking your eyes off him for a moment as he braced himself against your wall, likely staining that as well.
âPlease go to the kitchen then, Iâll get some towels!â
And with that you acted on auto pilot, your body moving through the well-practiced movements of helping him sit down (which was hard considering how much taller he was than you, how did he even fit through your door?), of putting pressure on the now obvious knife wound in his side, of telling him to give you his arm.
You couldnât just patch this up normally, it was a jagged, bleeding mess.
Hell, even calling an ambulance at this point seemed like it wouldnât be fast enough.
âŠfuck, you were so weak sometimes.
âAlright, please just relaxâŠâ With that you ran your tongue across your teeth, inwardly cringing at how unsanitary this was.
âWhat are you- AHH! YOU CRAZY BITCH!â
Then you bit down.
Eyes clenched tightly shut, you focused on the rush you felt, on the sharp biting taste of blood- on the harsh buzz of the pain running through his body.
Running through your body, as if it were your own.
Slowly, you bit down harder, the mans struggles and the hand threading into your hair not registering as you focused on your work.
You hadnât used your quirk like this in so long, it was almost a relief, almost like stretching your legs after a 15 hour flight
(Aside from that one, brief moment of weakness you had with All Might not too long ago)
Your mouth slowly filled with blood, and you did your best to just let it run out and onto the floor, to not swallow any as you fought back a gag at the feel of it.
âGET OFF ME!â
That sharp irritating feel in your side was quickly abating, and as your eyes squinted open at a harsh shake from the man in your hold, you could see how fast the fog around you was lifting.
More blood, and more pained yells from the man trying to pull you off.
âThis must have really hurt when it happenedâ You thought silently to yourself, cringing as he cursed at you before scolding yourself for not having any numbing creams handy, already knowing how badly the bloody, soon to be inflamed, bite mark youâd leave would hurt for the following days.
And then, almost as soon as it started,
you were done.
The man abruptly stopped yelling, his hand going slack in your hair as he gaped in disbelief- his once injured side now perfectly fine aside from being covered in blood. You quickly unclenched your jaw, pulling away from his slowly bleeding arm and having just enough time to untangle his hand from your hair before rushing to the sink and dry heaving.
You hated the feeling of blood in your mouth.
But at least you could see around clearly again.
ââŠWell Shit, thatâs new.â You heard the man mumble to himself as he wiped at his side, marvelling at the unmarked area as you rinsed your mouth out and turned to look at him, already regretting not just calling an ambulance for him and risking it. âFuck, youâre good. Real good, Iâm not even aching. Thanks a ton babe, I donât know what I would have done without youâŠâ
âWhatâŠ.what happened?â You managed to whisper out, pushing your hair out of your face as you took in his appearance properly for the first time- ignoring the obvious blood stains left over from your efforts.
And upon glimpsing the gun he had tucked into his belt, your face went white.
âLook, nothing personal, letâs just say I was mugged and call it that. I remembered you talking about your job one time so I gambled on it- good thing I always come out on top thanks to my quirk, huh? I just thought you knew how to stitch me up, but I really lucked out today!â He smiled.
It wasnât a friendly smile, but not unkind either.
It was a warning- subtle, but still there.
âIâm going home to try to sleep this entire day off. Here, keep your mouth shut about this and Iâll make it worth your while- youâre a smart woman (Y/N)âŠâ And with that he pushed a bloodied hand into his pocket, rummaging around for a moment before pulling out a rather large stack of notesâŠ
You shouldnât.
You should run and call for help.
You should call the police, call Nezu and have him send someone to help you.
But you wereâŠweak, weak of will, of conviction. One push and youâd more than willingly move in whatever direction people wanted you to go.
But you were also a coward, and you were scared of going to Nezu and asking for a job, scared of being used and used and used and used-
Youâd die if you were pushed into a life like that, you knew it. Used by hero after hero until you were old and grey like Recovery girl, not able to retire even if you wanted too.
âO-Okay. Thank you so muchâŠHave a nice n-night?â
And you were left alone in your apartment just as quickly as your company showed up, your clothing almost as crimson stained as your floor and towels. Silently panicking as you shook in place, your knees falling weak beneath you as you dropped to the floor and cried- all the events of the past few weeks bursting over in desperation.
Summary: A story about hitting rock bottom, in a world that only ever wanted you when you let them walk all over you, and then clawing your way back up out of pure spite.
Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), Unreliable narrator, AFAB!Reader, Fem pronouns for reader, hints to past abuse, reader being an absolute pushover and not standing up for herself. Reader has a quirk!
Notes: This is for all the people out there who get nervous about answering the phone, ordering food in person and for those who dread having others disappointed in them. Don't worry though, while it may get worse for the reader at first, it does, and absolutely will, get better.
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All through your life, youâd been a pushover, soft in every sense of the word.
Soft in appearance, soft spoken, and soft in temperament and actions.
Too soft for your own good, and you knew that all too well.
Ever since your quirk had manifested, people flocked to you whenever they needed help. First, it was the children you played with, small girls asking their friend to make their scrapes better.
âY/N *sniff* Please?â
âOkay.â
âCan you please make it better??â
âOkay.â
âHe HIT me Y/N! It hurts, please help?â
ââŠOkay.â
Then you were sought out by friends of friends, strangers even.
⊠was it really so strange that you took it up as a job after all that, because really, it was all you knew by now.
It was familiar, comfortable even.
You helped people, it was something you could manage, despite how nauseating the sight of fresh injuries could be sometimes.
--
Watching the dim, old TV as the same grainy video played yet again, you found yourself stuck in an awkward, embarrassment filled limbo. The talk show was relaying the events that had occurred earlier that day (for maybe the 3rd time)- the screen showing a painfully familiar woman frozen mid retreat, only her blurred figure standing out amongst the grainy footage.
âAs if today could get any worse.â
Growing frustrated at seeing yourself plastered all over the screen, you sighed loudly, trying in vain to get the old and battered remote to work as the scene started up again, the reporters agonising over the footage of the woman who managed to âland a hitâ on the Symbol of Peace.
âStoooooooop!!â Furiously banging the remote against the side of the table, you flushed a bright red, your earlier embarrassment at todays events flaring up as you listened to the host on screen start speaking again.
âShe absolutely bit him, though no one has been able to figure out why. I, for one, wouldnât mind taking a bite out of that man either!â The host drawled out, laughing with his co-star as they began to finally move onto another story. âDid he taste like sunshine, rainbows and all things good in the world? What do you think? Let us know over on our-â
âHE TASTED LIKE SWEAT, BAD DEODORANT, AND TOO MUCH SALT!â Your gritted out, finally getting the remote to work with one last thud against the table. You quickly changed the channel, trying in vain to ignore the heat still lingering in your cheeks as you tried to reason the days events away.
âLetâs just forget that happened okay. Good? Today didnât happen. At all. Look, Iâm sure if I just go and explain why I did that heâll understand. Just go up and say âHi, Iâm sorry I bit you but you literally looked like death warmed over. It totally wasnât a kink thing, I swear to god. Please donât sue me!ââ
Giving up on finding anything to distract yourself with, you fell back into your old chair, quickly bringing a pillow up as you pressed it to your face and screamed, the muffled sound echoing loudly around your apartment.
Nope.
That was not an option at all.
As you began to run out of breath, you lazily dragged the pillow off your face, your scream trailing off abruptly as you did so, your soft form sprawled across the seat lazily as you blankly stared ahead, regretting even stepping foot out of your home today.
âNO. Not happening. Seriously, what are the chances of me ever seeing him again anyway? Iâll just do as I usually do, and just stay under the radar. Heâs a Hero. THE Hero. Heâs-â
â-HERE!!â
And with that, your front door was kicked in, your body hastily moving to sit up with a squeak, watching in horror as the Number One Hero stood in the doorway, his large smile suddenly seeming very unnerving.
ââŠâ
âI believe itâd be best if you came with me peacefully young lady.â
ââŠimsosorry.â
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âIt was an impulsive thing to do, I understand that and I really am sorry! Heâs feeling fine right? Better than fine, youâve seen him, he didnât even look dead anymore- It was only a bite- and I didnât even manage to break the skin. Can I go home, please? Iâm sorry. My roommates must be worried sick.â You mumbled out for the tenth time, your dishevelled form slumped over as you used your arms to cushion your head from the hard wood of the table you were seated at.
The room was quiet, plain, and only slightly chilly.
You were fine with thatâŠ..this was okayâŠ
(dontcrydontcrydontcry)
Youâd been at this for hours now, and though there were no windows in the room, you could tell it was getting late.
Why they took you to a school of all places to interrogate you, was far beyond your (very panicked) thought process at the moment. You were done with life, you just wanted to go find a hole to crawl into and disappear.
âYou donât have any roommates.â
And then if the room itself wasnât bad enough, there was the man in the ungodly bright yellow sleeping bag. JustâŠsitting there in the corner. Watching you. Judging.
ââŠThat may be so, sir⊠but the old lady living next to me will be very upset if Iâm not home soon. Really, she would be.â âHeâs staring into my soulâŠ.he can see every wrong Iâve ever doneâŠoh Jesus please donât let him have a mind reading quirk lalalalalalala-âŠâ
A slight narrowing of his eyes had you stiffening in place, panicking as the drawstrings of the bag pulled tighter- only his pale, sleep deprived face left on display.
Like a very odd caterpillar...
âSo creepyâŠoh my godâŠâ
âSo, you have a healing Quirk?â  He questioned, his voice just as flat as his expression. âExplain.â
âI-I already didâŠâ
âNot to me.â
(dontcrydontcrydontcry)
âAll the details are in my file, I think? I was a Nurse? Iâm registered to use it in emergencies!â
âAnd how does All Might walking in front of you count as an emergency?â
âBecause he looked like death and I panicked? Iâm sorry!â
âHow-â
â- I think thatâs enough for now! Letâs let the young girl rest!â Ahh, here was the cause of your problems, standing there in all his glory. First, he kicks down your door, then he drags you to a school without even giving you the chance to change out of your PJâs, and then he ditches you and never looks back.
And here he is again, a slightly uncomfortable smile on his face as Aizawa stared him down for interrupting.
âAt least heâs not staring at me anymoreâŠâ you sunk further into your seat, eyes wearily watching the two stare at each other, even subtle shift of their bodies making you even more uncomfortable- especially with how the air around them both hung heavy with faint wisps on untreated injuriesâŠ.in Aizawaâs case anyway.
All Might still looked like he was carrying a fog machine with how heavily it hung around his body.
âLook, we need to figure out exactly what happened and why, All Might. We canât have young women running around biting people, just for the hell of it.â
âNo need to fear, Iâm A-Okay! Miss Y/L/N apparently sensed that I was unwell yesterday- Recovery Girl has already looked me over and Iâm better than I have been in weeks! Thank you again, young lady, but Iâd have to ask you to refrain from doing so in the future. Other people may not be as agreeable as I am, and I would hate for anything to happen to you. Itâs not good to go advertising that you have a quirk like this, especially since you have no hero training and arenât signed onto an agency for protection!â
âR-RightâŠI can do that!â You muttered out, forcing a smile onto your face as you tried your best to just be agreeable and get this whole situation over with.
'Youâre almost shrouded in death, so why are you lying?â Youâd bitten him hours ago now, and he still had a heavy air of illness. Of a severe injury. Heâd have to have been hurt badly for your quirk to only heal him such a small amountâŠ
But, that wasnât something you should worry about.
You just needed to mind your own business and never think of today again.
(dontcry dontcry dontcry please)
âCan IâŠgo now?â You hesitantly asked, your shoulders slumping forward as both men fixed their gazes on one another, a silent conversation happening above your head.
âOkay, fine, weâll be in touch though. We may have furtherâŠquestions for you later on.â Aizawa finally spoke, though he didnât sound happy about it in the least. The disapproval in his voice had goosebumps raising along your arms, your nails digging into your palms as you tried to make your smile seem even a little bit more genuine.
âAlright, okay I can do that, Iâm sure you already have my number.â Two nods greeted your words, and with them went any hope of a quiet life in the city. âGreat! Wonderful! Perfect!â
âHave a lovely day Miss.â All Might smiled down at you, holding the door open as you nervously walked by him, the security guard outside already waiting to escort you out.
âI will, thank you⊠Sorry again about the biting thingâŠâ And with that, you got the hell out of dodge, running as fast as your legs could take you away from that school.
Iâm going to go home, pass out for 10 hours and hope they sent someone to fix my doorâŠ
Oh god I hope my landlord understandsâŠ
---
You were a puzzle.
A nurse who hated blood, who cringed away from illness, who apologized too much, who only helped so muchâŠ
Especially when you could have done so much more, âŠat least according to others who stood back and watched your every move.
âLegal issuesâ, your superiors had claimed.
âWe canât have a nurse who has to bite people to do her job. Youâre a wonderful woman Y/N, a wonderful nurse, but that can only help the situation so much.â
You didnât use your quirk though, youâd gone to school and trained right along side every other person without a healing quirk.
âOkay.â
But as always, it was the cause of your problems.
âIâm sorry, I really am. Youâre a wonderful employee, but unless you sign on to an agency, we canât keep you here. People will claim weâre trying to exploit you, or that weâre willingly holding you back from helping the heroes who need you more.â
ââŠOkay. I understand. Iâm sorry.â
It was always about the heroes in the end, wasnât it?
--
You tried.
You always tried.
You tried your hardest to be enough for those around you, to give them whatever they needed to make them happy.
But it always came back to the heroes.
Every time someone found out about your quirk, they asked you why?
Why arenât you employed with an agency? (You didnât want to be used. Passed around. Only seen for your quirkâŠ. It was already too late for that, but you could always dream.)
Why werenât you there when an attack happened? You could have saved people! (You didnât do well in high stress situationsâŠtoo many people, too many smells, too much blood and you could barely see a foot in front of you if enough people were dying or gravely injured.)
âWhy? Y/N, why arenât you helping?â
âI tried to.â But you werenât good enough. You werenât Recovery girl, you couldnât kiss things better and heal it in an instant.
YouâŠyou had to bite, you had to rip and grind your teeth and be uncomfortable with the taste of iron on your tongue for your quirk to do anything more than act as a painkiller- as a temporary solution to a bigger problem that could literally leave you blind to the area around you.
But, your comfort was unimportant to those higher up in the world, and those around you quickly followed suit and took on the same viewpoint, damning your âlack of careâ
Heroes needed you, they said.
You need to get certified, they cried.
Join an agency and do as your told, they demanded.
Youâd never be a hero.
But you were a pushover.
A damn pushover.
(but thisâŠthis was the one thing youâd never sway on.)
---
*RING RING*
âSorry, but your call cannot be connected at this time, please leave a message and try again at a later date.â
*BEEEP* âAh, Miss Y/L/N, this is To-All Might! It Is I! I seem to have missed you again- if you could please return our call, we have a few matters to discuss at your earliest con-â *BEEEP* âNo, I didnât mean to press that, what-â *BEEEP*
*RING RING*
âSorry, but your call cannot be connected at this time, please leave a message and try again at a later date.â
*BEEEP* âHello, is this Y/N? This is Midnight calling from U.A â Weâve been trying to contact you for the past few days with no response. If you could please call back, itâd be appreciated.â
*RING RING*
âSorry, but your call cannot be connected at this time, please leave a message and try again at a later date.â
*BEEEP* âThis is Aizawa, call us back.â
*RING RING*
âSorry, but your call cannot be connected at this time, please leave a message and try again at a later date.â
*BEEEP* âThat was your last chance.â
--
The days since your âvisit to the schoolâ had been hell.
First you almost lost your apartment, only a heroâs word being your saving grace as your landlord fumed about the busted door, still billing you heavily for the replacement.
You were already short on cash, but handed it over anyway after he started hinting at their being âother waysâ to repay him.
Then, you ate your way through the weekâs groceries way faster than your budget allowed- the healing youâd done on All Might having been more draining than youâd first assumed if your appetite was anything to go by.
And now? Youâd just realized youâd lost your phone. How long ago? You had no idea, you never used the thing, it was way too old to do more than call with. But the fact was, youâd lost it, and it was necessary for todayâs plans.
You frantically looked around, your body sprawled out over your couch as you rummaged through the gap behind it, desperately looking for your phone, the space around you torn apart in your search.
âWhere is it?? God, I have an interview in an hour, please just-â
There was a sudden loud bang as your house shook, your front door embedding itself within the wall behind it as a tall figure loomed where it once stood, backlit as a foggy haze seemed to seep into your home around him.
âI AM HERE!â
Of course.
ââŠmy doorâŠoh god, Iâll be evicted for sure this timeâŠâ
âAH, Miss Y/L/N! There you are, weâve been trying to contact you! I was afraid something had happened after Aizawa informed me that you hadnât contacted us back, so I rushed over to check on youâŠIâŠapologise about your door. Rest assured Iâll have someone fix it.â
âThatâsâŠ, well, thatâs âŠâ
That wasnât okay.
This was your home, and heâd invaded it twice nowâŠthough to be fair, the first time was understandable.
But thisâŠ
âWonderful! Now, if youâll come with me, we require your presence for a meeting.â
âH-Huh? What, I canât- I have an interview! For a job! A job I need! I need it very much-â
âMiss Y/L/N, please rest assured that youâll be compensated for your time. Weâll send someone over to inform the person interviewing you what has happened and arrange another date for you.â His voice was softer than it usually was, still deep, but understanding and insistent that you listen to him.
Must be from all the years of talking to the victims of villain attacks.
âIs she listening?â Came a tired voice from outside. Ah, sleeping bag man. Gosh you hoped your neighbour didnât see them come up, sheâd never drop the subject- having TWO men at your home Y/N?? How scandalous!
âPlease, my friend, give her a moment, this is very sudden.â
âIt wouldnât be sudden if sheâd answered her damn phone.â
âJustâŠCan I meet you later on? Iâm sorry, I need this jobâŠâ You cut in, taking a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself down, desperately trying to fight off a nervous sweat in hops of staying presentable for your interview.
âPlease Miss Y/L/N, I donât mean to push, but we need to talk.â
They werenât really asking, you could tell. This was all for show- like so many times before.
Youâd always assumed that All Might would be different than the others.
ââŠokayâŠâ You suddenly felt very small, but that was right, wasn't it?
This was the Number One Hero.
How could you say no to him?
You had no ground to deny him this, especially since heâd already started leading you from the apartment without another word.
You were a Pushover.
And sometimes, in a small part of your mind that you tried your best to ignore, you hated that people took advantage of that fact.
Yandere LOV, who cling to the one ânormal personâ in their lives, who just so happens to run a cheap food stall near their current hideout
One by one these oddballs fall for and get overly attached to the nice, yet very overworked civilian just trying to keep a roof over their headâŠ
Congratulations, youâve been (involuntarily) inducted into the LeagueâŠthough theyâre not really planning on telling you that yet- more so just planning around your shifts and trying to keep the heroâs from noticing how often they frequent the areas around your home/commute/stall
(Itâs working so far, but with how many people are going âmissingâ after getting a little too friendly with you, someone is bound to connect the dots soon. You swear you have no idea whatâs going on- but at least your regulars keep coming back safe and sound!)
