bnha villains as textposts.
literally sobbing, screaming, crying, shitting, throwing up
COLD, COLD, COLD — IZUKU MIDORIYA.
pairing: izuku midoriya / gn!reader
word count: 5.5k
content: ANGST holy shit, villain!reader kind of, reader has a mother but she’s only mentioned, reader has a backstory and an undefined quirk, blood & gore, death, implied abuse, use of master in a parentalish way idk, this shit is sad, enemies to lovers, manipulation, descriptions of choking.
synopsis: izuku midoriya sees something in you, and that’s scarier than it should be. all you’ve known is being a weapon to your master, the man who saved you, but - maybe you want more than that, and maybe midoriya is the only one who can give it to you.
notes: this is so self indulgent i don’t even mind if it doesn’t do too well. that being said if u reblog i’m legally obligated to give u a kiss :*
hands around your neck, breath quickening - your new life starts in the rubble of your old one, stinging and raw.
you caused the explosion, didn’t you? the mysterious man murmurs as he lifts you up, gentle like an expensive piece of china, debris sliding off your little limbs, once you tell him your quirk. this is all your fault, isn’t it?
oh, your little five- or six-year-old brain thinks absently. of course, he’s right. he’s the grown-up here, grown-ups are always right, that’s what you learned from your parents. though your parents don’t have much input then, buried under six shelves of rock and split, sparking wires; no, they’re oddly quiet, and you don’t think they’ve moved in a while.
strange.
the man lifts you away, though you cry pitifully and kick and squirm, his gloved hands a vice. it’s all right, he tells you, wiping dust and blood and tears off the plump apples of your cheeks, and from the shadows of the black mask he’s clipped to his jaw, you think he smiles. you’ll have a safe place with me. you can’t go anywhere else, can you? you destroyed a building, little one. you’re a criminal, like me.
like me, like me, like me.
what little fight there was in your clenched fists and irritable legs saps from you, and you bury your face in the lapels of the man’s jacket. you don’t know him, and your parents always told you to be mindful of strangers, but - they’re not saying anything now, where they lie, dusted in grey. so you let the man leave out the front door with you in his arms, head tucked as tears run down your cheeks just as the lilt of sirens becomes crisp in the distance, just as the blinking red-blue lights whirl round the corner, and you’re gone.
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So SMART
Maya
Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.
me: I WANNA DRAW
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me: …………………………….
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FOUR YEARS OF FOUR (17 November 2014)
omlll i was there and he kinda just plopped into a crowd of screaming girls. and i was in the back trying to push through while they were pulling on his hair and at one point his shoe came off and then security escorted him back to the stage. but he seriously was like an angel falling from the sky.
1. He did a failed stage-dive and no footage exists of it.