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surprisingly, this is NOT explicit
Izuku Midoriya x Black!Fem reader
tags: fluff, halloween party mentiones of violence, shinso is THIRSTYYYY...for juice obviously, underage drinking! very important!
warnings: UNDARAGE DRINKING!!!! do not do that shit
word count: 4k+(shorter ik)
all my stuff is cross-posted on AO3 under the same names and there is a whole fic with world building aswell if you wanna read more of my stuff. as allways have fun and comment what you liked,,
LUV YALL!<3
Ahh, Halloween night. My favorite time of year when the days get cooler and the public gets ghostlier. Excitement floods the streets on October 31st. And the costumes! Big and small, elaborate and simple. Costumes, as you know, are an important part of Halloween.
Especially when you have someone to partake in mischievous ideas with, or romantic ones. I don't judge.
But that only really works when both parties know what the theme is, or have any sort of communication skills whatsoever.
“What. Are. You. Wearing!?”
“What are you… wearing?”
I gawked in disbelief at Zuzu’s costume. “When I said Harley Quinn was a clown,” I said using my hands as emphasis. “I meant that she’s aesthetically a clown, a jester if you may… Not bobo the fool!” I complained, flicking the comically large red nose that bounced back with a honk.
“Well… then…maybe you should be more specific next time.” He said defensibly, crossing his arms and turning away from me.
“I could zuzu, baby, my dear baby boy, OR maybe you could use the phone your mother bought you and LOOK IT UP! I'm the joker, you're Harley Quinn, you could have at least looked up a reference photo!” I shouted through gritted teeth before dragging my hand down my face. “You better not be playing me just cuz you don't wanna go socializing.”
“I'm not playing anything.” He replied smoothly, too smoothly.
I narrowed my eyes at him, not believing it for a second.
“Okay maybe a little bit.”
“oh come on! We’ve got 10 minutes before we have to leave to make it to Kiri’s house.” I saw the gears start turning in his head, trying to find a way to somehow transform a children's clown into a sexy male jester. “On time.” I added, promptly stopping his thought process. “And NOW you wanna cop out?”
“I know, but training was hard today. Mr. Aizawa woke up in a bad mood an-”
“Zuzu, I know…I was there, and PT wasn’t even that hard! It was strength training, you do that shit on a daily basis!”
“Right! I forgot…”
We stared at each other in silence. He twirled his thumbs under my annoyed gaze, eventually breaking eye contact.
“Why are you even fighting so hard for us to stay home? You’re not turning into a NEET are you?” I joked, putting my hands on my hips.
“No…” His eyes flickered up and down my body, taking in my joker ‘inspired’ costume. (I took quite a lot of creative liberty) a scarlet flower of blush bloomed on his face. “I-i’m just wor-worried about the-the weather…?” he said unsurely, stuttering.
“bold-faced lie.”
“Wha-! How!?”
“You only stutter when you're lying or doing something that you’re not supposed to do.”
He visibly deflated, staying silent.
“Oh come on! Just tell me and we can work around it.” I didn't know why he was being so weird about this. It was one thing about Mina’s birthday party because hers was held at a concert so i could understand that. I can see that some people don’t like crowds or loud music (even though those are my two favorite things) but this party was at Kirishima's house, there's not going to be anyone other than people we already know!
Zuzu mumbled something under his breath, shifting uncomfortably.
I leaned in a bit, to hear him. “What happened? I couldn't hear ya.”
“Do I really have to say it out loud?” he complained. “Its-!” he vaguely gestured at my outfit. I looked down, wondering if I already had a wardrobe malfunction but everything looked fine.
“I really don’t understand what you mean bro.” I shrugged, shaking my head in true confusion.
“...its…because you look really… pretty…to me and i know my classmates, i know k- some of them can’t help themselves and…” He trailed bashfully, his face as red as his clown nose.
It took me a second to realize what he meant, but when it sank in my heart fluttered a bit. I mean who wouldn't? He was getting jealous before we even left the house.
A small laugh escaped me as I took his face in my hands, gently squeezing his cheeks. “You, have nothing to worry about. Especially when it comes to our relationship bookie.” I tapped him on his nose and I could damn near see hearts in his eyes. “Who else in our class can pick me up?”
“Katchan.”
“First of all, he’s not allowed.”
“Kirishima.”
“He’s gay, but still not allowed”
“...Sato!”
“Really? We barely talk to each other, and he’s not allowed.”
Zuzu struggled to find his next excuse. I waited patiently for the soon to be admitted defeat.
“Uh, uhm… Mr. Aizawa.”
I deadpanned at him, he was really trying to stretch this out.
“Stop, just stop. The correct answer is no one! No one but you is allowed to pick me up that means that no one but you.” i poked him on his nose, “deserves to love me.” I finished my sentence with a dramatic flourish that put a small smile on his face.
“So can we go now?”
“yeah.”
The cold air nipped at my legs, my purple striped shorts already rode up my ass on the ride here, my purple and black striped thigh highs were a bit too tight(on purpose), my purple corset hugged my figure and my unbuttoned green blouse le in the chilly october air but it only made the outfit hotter so I damn sure wasn't going to fix it.
Don't judge me, it's the one day a year I get to dress like a hoe.
I'ma enjoy it.
Zuzu noticed, and like the sassy asshole he is, murmured “A hoe never gets cold huh?”
I kissed my teeth, lightly rubbing my exposed thighs. “Shaddup.” We walked up to the front door of Kiri’s house. Sounds of partying and music boomed loud and clear from the other side of the door so to keep Zuzu from spiraling into the ‘I told you to bring a jacket' speech I knocked on the door.
Almost immediately it swung open, bright colors strobed from inside as a very irritated Akuma greeted us. I was almost transfixed in the energy as we stepped inside.
He was wearing a green jacket, a collar and wolf ears. A sad excuse for a costume.
“Nerd,” He gruffly acknowledged Zuzu, looking me up and down. “Didn’t think you’d bring your whore.” he smirked, watching my facial expressions carefully.
“Dont be mad cuz all this,” I gestured to my costume. “Is not yours anymore boo.” I sassed as I brushed past him, holding tightly to Zuzu’s hand.
“Better a whore than a bitch anyways.” I said over my shoulder. He racked his head for another insult but me and Zuzu were already heading deeper into the house.
Okay, so admittedly…there were a lot more people than I thought we're going to be there.
The entire two story apartment was packed nearly wall to wall with people. Some I knew, some I recognized and some I knew Fuck all about. But one thing for certain, two things for sure is that no matter the amount of people, I will always want to dance.
As we entered the kitchen, there were only about three or four other people hanging out and sipping on red solo cups. It was arguably the quietest area. It made Zuzu visibly relaxed with the low noise level and I instantly made a beeline for the fridge. looking for some juice to get the party started.
As I rooted through it, someone cleared their throat pointedly. My head jerked towards the noise, my hands still in the fridge. I peeked over the fridge door and leaning on his elbows on the counter was Shinso.
He was wearing a baggy black shirt with some metal logo, equally baggy pants and cat ears…
Really, does he think that counts as a costume?
“Didn't know you’d be here.” He said, his eyes traced up and down my body. “Or alone.” I caught his eye and he looked away, trying to look as unbothered as possible.
“Oh bitch please, do I really look like somebody who would miss a party?” I stood up, opening up my arms and holding a bottle of juice in each hand to show off my costume. “Or stay alone for more than 5 minutes?” I added on, setting the bottles down next to him.
“No, but there's a first time for everything.”
“That time ain't now, I look too fine not to have someone under me.” I shimmied a little, laughed and grabbed a cup. I've been to Kirishima's house enough to know where everything is. Mainly because mina and denki keep inviting me to study sessions that end up turning into hang out sessions. Most of the time it's at Kiri's house but there was one time we held it at Akuma's house. The study session was going fine until I flirted with his mom…now they're only held at Kiri's house.
While my hand was in the cabinet I figured I'd better grab another cup for Shinso since I was already making some. I put the glasses down, and poured my cup, nudging his towards him. He looked between me and the cup
I relaxed against the counter, my back to the cabinets. “Never seen a cup before?” I placed it in his hands. “no- I mean, yes. Of course i've seen a cup before.” He stumbled, quickly making himself a cup of juice.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Zuzu staring daggers at Shinso. His eyes burned over the round edge of the bulbus clown nose. “Well now that I know that you're drinking something, I'ma go shake my ass.” I gave Shinso a two finger salute as I pushed myself off the counter, waltzing over to Zuzu. My long green twin braids swayed with each step as we locked arms and left the kitchen.
I mingled around the house as the hours passed, losing izuku at some point to some dude game that Akuma dragged him off to, to become a ‘real man’. I meandered onto the dance floor, finding Mina in a dead cheerleader costume. Although , like me, she had also taken some creative liberties. She was wearing a green and orange miniskirt with ripped sparkly tights and a ripped crop top. She topped the outfit off with dirty pom poms and fake blood.
“Hey girl~” we booty bumped as a hello.
“Wassup!” she squealed, practically jumping on me. “Loving the costume, sexy joker?”
“You know it! The makeup took me days because I couldn't find the right shade to not make me look covered in bad sunscreen.”
“Thats so real, trying to find a grey that actually had good coverage was a literal nightmare.”
“Shit, i mean, we made it though. And your makeup looks delicious. I swear I could just bite yo lil ass.” i joked, pinching her cheeks as she frantically tried to stop me. (to no avail but it was a good try)
“Girl stawp,” she looked around me dramatically, her smile turning nosey. “Wheres your little man?” she asked instigatively.
“Girl, I told you not to call him that.” I swatted her on her arm as we vibed to the music. “And for your information, Katsuki took him away to some dumb ‘manly shit’” i rolled my eyes just thinking about it. “And while you askin questions, where's your lil girl hmm?” i looked her up and down, Uraraka was nowhere to be found. She sighed and told me that she had taken it upon herself to go beat the guys at whatever they were doing. I snickered.
“But thats enough about our dates, you wanna dance girl!?” she asked, grabbing my hand.
“Hell yah!”
We danced in the large crowd of people for a while, I felt that I had eyes on me but I ignored it until some guy tried to grab my ass and she had to stop me from pounding him into the dirt. After that i took a break from dancing and rehydrated as i talked with Jiro and Tokoyami near the DJ booth (i said kirishimas house was fucking huge.) After adding essentially my entire liked playlist into the queue, (not like it was any different from the 80’s halloween rock that was already playing. Afterwards, I played with some of the aquatic animals in the pond behind the house with Tsu.
She was dressed as aquaman(girl). She wore a teal skirt with scaly blue leggings, a glittery yellow blouse and light blue converse. We had a lot of fun chatting about ponds and frogs and amphibians and such but I nearly got splashed by one of our small pond dwelling friends one too many times and decided to take it back inside when suddenly-
“BEER PONG!”
A suspiciously overly peppy uraraka who was dressed as a football coach hung from my arm after practically jumping on me as i entered the kitchen again to grab some water. “Beer pong?” I smirked,flicking the brim of her hat. Her costume looked like it was bought straight from scarry halloween. The oversized orange and white polo with jorts and matching hat really sold the aesthetic. “Uraraka, don't tell me you played with those degenerates!?” i said dramatically as she slumped against the kitchen island.
“De-*hic* degenerates!? You mean losers.” she declared, puffing out her chest, her small whistle jostling with the movement. “If you’re the winner i would hate to see how the loser looks.” i grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and a roll of crackers to give to uraraka.
I tossed them at her and it hit her right in the face before dropping into her hands. She fumbled with it before managing to open it. “T-Than*hic*k you y/n~” she slurred, stuffing her mouth full of crackers.
“No problem, someone has to be sober,” i shrugged. “By the way, did you see izuku anywhere? I haven't seen him since akuma dragged him off to ‘become a man.’” i asked, sipping on my water. She paused, looking hesitant. My eyes narrowed.
“What did he do?” i pressed, she looked away from me, it gave me all the answers i needed.
“Im gonna kick bakugous ass.” i growled as i stormed out of the kitchen.
“OI, Bakugou!” i shouted, throwing open the door to a side living room. In the room there was a huge ping pong table smack dab in the middle, with couches surrounding it. Red solo cups, suspicious spills and ping pong balls littered the floor.
Currently denki, who was in a vampire costume and sero, who was in a spiderman costume, were playing each other, denki losing very badly and noticeably leaning on the table for support. Both of them were piss drunk, their faces were bright red, as was everyone else in the damn room.
On the couches laid Kirishima, dressed as a sexy fireman, and bakugou, cuddled up together watching something on one of the mounted tv’s. I couldn't tell if the blushing was from being drunk or from being gay as hell.
I scouted the room, Ojiro, Koji and Sato sat by one of the windows speaking soberly about something, IIda was laid out on a recliner, dead sleep and also piss drunk. Its a miracle he didn't have a heart attack when he came in here.
But one person i noticed a lack of was izuku. My blood ran cold as i stomped over the couch and stood in front the tv.
“*hic*, Oi extra get out the fuckin way.” Bakugou complained, half sleep and missing the normal bite in his voice. “T-tryna watch a- a somethin.” he mumbled, turning to snuggle into Kirishima's chest. I gave kirishima the side eye and he shrugged, looking slightly less drunk than his ‘boyfriend’ “can’t handle his drinks as well as i can.” he said nonchalantly
I cant deny, they were cute together and i was definitely going to snitch to mina about this later if they even remember it. I took my phone out and snapped a quick picture, Kirishima smiled at the camera, sharp teeth in full display. But regardless of how cute they were, i needed to find my boyfriend now.
“He can't handle his liquor but he drags izuku into it?” i questioned, kirishima averted his eyes. He definitely had something to do with it. “Was beer pong your idea?” i deadpanned, he chuckled, “kinda.” i sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Well hope you enjoyed it because once i find Izuku im gonna have some words with you, and by the looks of it so will Iida.” i said with my hands on my hips. His smile wavered and his paled a little bit, he was nervous.
Good.
“Now where the hell is Izuku?” i demanded. From behind me I felt an arm drape across my shoulder.
“well he-lo sexy~”
I rolled my eyes, I didn't even have to look to know who was practically hanging off my shoulder. “Hi Denki, nice to see you too.” I said sarcastically, brushing his hand from my shoulder.
“Oh c’-*hic* c’mon don't be like that baby” He tried to put his hand back and I grabbed it, staring into his eyes. “Touch me again and you lose your jerkin hand.” I growled, his pupils dilated and he quickly took his hand back. I smirked, crossing my arms and he blushed harder than a bushel of habanero peppers.
Little freak.
A small smile slipped onto my face, Denki might be a little flirt but one thing he loves more is being threatened. It's fun to toy with him when his inhibitions get a little loose. Half because I like seeing the fearful look of his wide eyes and trembling body and half because I get to snitch to Jiro later and watch that go down.
“S-sorr-*hic*-y.” I bit back the threatening grin itching to show and sighed instead. “I don't know how you do that without worrying about izuku beatin your ass into the ground.”
“You came here with Deku!?” His eyebrows practically shot to the ceiling, causing my eyebrows to crease in concern.
“Yes…why is that concerning that I came to a party with my boyfriend?” Denki went silent, looking at anything but me.
“It's cuz he's already fought 4 people, Bakugou included, and yelled that they could ‘suck his dick and all ten of his toes.’ ” Sero chimed in, slouching into a couch now that their little match was interrupted. I pursed my lips. He might have learned that line from me “To be honest màmacita I would be mad too if I lost 8 rounds in a row.” He snickered, “we thought no one could lose worse than class prez.” He jerked his thumb at Iida’s crumpled form.
Wait, What…
My blood steamed underneath my skin, sparks of cold radiating from my chest. “Oh shit… who did he fight, are they okay? Was there any property damage? Was he using his quirk!? God dammit, I knew I should have kept him close to m-” i crossed my arms, pacing as one hand came to fiddle with my green stud earring.
“Shut up you damned extra.” Bakugou groaned from the couch, slightly more sober than when I first came in. “YOU-” I started, angrily jabbing my finger in his direction. He cut me off “The nerd’s fine, don't have a *hic* fuckin heart attack. Damn.” He huffed.
My eyes twitched as I tried to hold back all the curses and insults born from worry that we're bubbling up. “Where the fuck is he right now?” I said through gritted teeth.
“I'm not fucking tell you until you listen.” He got up off the couch and stumbled, Kirishima following and steadying him. “He lost a few times in *hic* beer pong, then he wanted to leave and some fuckin nobody tried to get on his case about it. Deku shoved the guy to the ground, yelling and shit until Kiri had to pull him off.” As much as I was worried, a small leaf of pride sprouted.
That's also how I know he was drunk out of his mind because every drink is an extra inch added. He is 5’5, based on what I heard he was about 5’10 at this point.
“Everything was cool unt- *hic* until the fuck came back with friends then I had to drag his ass of of them then he tried to fight me and that's when we locked him into the guest bedroom upstairs.” He continued, pride hiding in his eyes.
I nodded, he definitely felt 6’5. I couldn't help but snicker a little bit as the picture formed of a tiny little zuzu in a clown costume shouting obscenities at people. I wondered if anyone actually felt threatened. Because how can you take it seriously when there's a large red clown nose in your face.
“Gahd dammit, i can never trust him with you people.” i went towards the door. “This is your damn fault by the way!” I threw over my shoulder as I left, slamming the door before anyone had the time to respond.
I weaved my way through the crowds in the hallways. I didn't pay no mind to the dance floor until I heard a familiar gravely voice. I paused, looking up into the DJ booth to see Jiro and Shinso singing a metal duet.
I watched as they sang, the scene slowly obscuring from a smoke machine. It put their multicolored silhouettes on a ghastly background. The shadows played tricks, morphing them from human to monstrous figures of screamo metal folklore.
Shinso had a real talent for the low growly parts and Jiro took charge of the shriller parts. She sounded hauntingly beautiful, like a ghoul. Shinso's voice rattled me to my bones, the deep vibration shaking my core. They flawlessly swapped roles, Jiro growled into the microphone, Shinso screeched in tune.
It was devilishly pleasing. Their voices harmonized in a way that sent chills down your bones and ice in your veins. Too soon did the song end.
I couldn't hold in my excitement. I celebrated with the crowd as we clapped and cheered while the instrumental faded out. My view of the stage cleared up as the fog settled on the floor, creating holes in the smoke. Through the gaps I caught a pair of smokey, violet eyes gazing at me from the stage.
I waved excitedly, and he waved back. I was so happy to see a performance but I had other responsibilities. I had to find Izuku before he ended up committing property damage.
I bolted up the stairs, looking for the guest bedroom. There normally wouldn't be a problem, however out of the 5 guest rooms 4 had people doing all sorts of unspeakable acts like kissing or sticking feet where they don’t belong.
I put my hand on the doorknob to the final room, pressing my ear against the door to see if I could discern whatever could have been going on inside. All I could hear was indiscernible mumbles and thumps. I took a deep breath and put the key in the lock, I grabbed it off the couch in the pool room before leaving/ i slowly twisted the knob, opening the door.
I couldn't help but laugh at the scene that was laid out before me.
Izuku was laid out on the floor barely mumbling along to an Arctic Mamkeys song that was playing on the large TV. His clown costume was half ripped, showing peeks of his muscular build. His wig and red nose were nowhere to be found and he was covered in sweat and runny makeup.
I shut and locked the door behind me, standing over him with my feet on either side I leaned down with my hands on my hips. “You good bro?” I questioned. His eyes, that slid back and forth, were cloudy as he squinted, scanning my face.
Suddenly a large weight settled on me, fast enough to push me flat on my ass.
“Ow! What was that for?” i rubbed my sore ass as he squeezed me tighter. His head buried into the crook of my neck as I felt his chest heave with tears. I gently rubbed his back, feeling my shoulder dampen. I rolled my eyes but could not stop the smile slipping onto my face.
“What, you big baby? I let you go play manly man with your friends and you get all soft on me?” i teased, removing him from my side and repositioning him in my lap, resting my chin on top of his head. My hands snaked around his waist, squeezing lightly.
Who know when those drinks might come to bite him?
“I-Im so *hic* sorry!” He hiccuped, sobbing. “Whatchu you sorry for babes?” I asked, placing a kiss to the crown of his fluffy green head. His hands found their way to mine, fidgeting with my fingers as he spoke.
“I-i fought ag-again.” he wailed, resting his head against my chest. My heart twisted with pain, he really feels guilty. Months before this we had made a deal. A deal that said that I wouldn't beat the shit out of his friends for getting him drunk as long as they stopped him from fighting people, which as you can see, happens a lot. We’re still in highschool afterall, no one needs to be drinking at all!
But i aint no snitch.
“I tried t-to leave b-beca- *hic* use i was loosing bad but this, this fucking guy started talking to me.” he slurred, I could feel his heartrate spike and lightning faintly hum under his skin. “I know babes, Katski told me.” I tried to placate him but the hum got louder.
“No!” he shouted, turning to kneel so we could be face to face. “No, kachan di-didn't tell yo-you the whole story.” he said adamantly, swaying a bit. I but my hands on either side of him to steady him. I nodded, letting him continue.
“That, that fuck head call…” he falterd, his train of thought crashing. “I don't know WHAT he called me,” he rebounded. “ but he called you a bitch and a- a whore and…” i sharply inhaled, steadying myself and frantically pushing down the quickly rising anger. If he saw me angry, sad or upset about this, that man will never see the light of day again.
“I see,” Katsuki was wise not to tell me this. I probably would have been worse than Izu. “And i just-...”he paused, shame rolling off of him in waves. “The thunder got so loud and I had to hit him.” He said somberly. My heart clenched at how cute this was. His eyes were still dilated and watery as he pouted. He looked so fragile like he could break at any time.
Just because he was afraid he broke our deal.
“It's okay babes, just calm down a little bit.” I reached out to console him when he sat on his heels and faceplanted into my boobs. I jumped slightly. The sudden collision surprised me, Especially since he’s a thigh-man. I felt his breath against my chest, slowly slowing down until he started slumping to the side.
I moved him to the bed just so I could go gather our stuff to leave. I think that's enough partying tonight.
As i carried him through the house, i waved goodby to the rest of my sober friends on the way out, opting to text my drunk ones later. A large few who surprisingly now included shinso and Mina.
Once we got home, i hoisted him into the house. At some point he woke up and stayed in a daze so I helped peel the rest of his costume off and lay him in the bed on his side with a bucket on the floor next to him.
I quickly undressed, taking a quick shower to remove my make up and dancing residue, and joined him in the bed. As soon as my hand touched the sheets, I was pulled underneath a muscular shaking figure as his arms wrapped around me. He pressed his body into mines, entangling our legs in the sheets. His heartbeat echoed through me as I wrapped my arms around him.
“I *hic* love you.” he mumbled into my neck, his breath still smelling heavily of alcohol.
“I love you to zuzu,” I whispered, pressing a small kiss to his nose. “But don't ever do that shit again.” I scolded teasingly. If he heard me he made no indication, his heartbeat a slow, rhythmic, thump in tune with his breathing.
And we fell asleep cradled in each other's arms.
FIN!
