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To celebrate this blog reaching 10k followers and for getting me through some tough times over the last…wow, year and half, I thought it would be fun to hop on the collab trend so we can all write together!
The theme is all things classic literature, art, and film!
Going Live Friday, July 23rd!
Please tag me and link the masterlist in your post!
♡TAGS♡ bird traits galore, frenemies to lovers, Hawks acts kinda like an a-hole, strong language, mention of injuries, reader is very sassy, mentions of medicine, female-presenting reader, fab reader
♡SUMMARY♡ during a long shift at a hospital, you’re dragged into the same room as a certain well-known pro. after a conversation that leaves you exhausted and wishing to never see the number 3 pro again, you discover you’ve become pro-hero Hawks’ number 1 nurse.
♡A/N♡Hello!! My name is Buni and this is my first fic in a min so if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know! Kindly please, I’m easily hurt Anyway! This entire fic is 100% @/andypantsx3 fault! Blame her for the bird shenanigans! And maybe go to her blog and read all of her amazing fics
warnings: MDNI, suggestive (nothing explicit), body worship, brief mention of body gore (nothing explicit), Hawks is possessive (nothing manipulative or toxic)
Shinsou had never been so nervous. Usually he was so collected, so calm, but whenever you were involved, he could hardly even breathe. But even how he usually felt around you could not compare to how he was feeling now, with his eyes hooked on yours and the words he longed to say weighing so heavily on the tip of his tongue. The closest he had ever come to feeling this way was the day when he had first summoned his courage to ask you out, when the words had gotten stuck in his throat and he was forced to choke them out.
You had said yes though, he reminded himself. You had said yes, and so the best part of his life had finally begun. He had been waiting for you for so long, waiting for the moment when he could take his rightful place deep in the core of your heart. Taking that place as your one love had lifted in his own heart with joy, but now he needed more.
He just prayed that you would accept what he was offering you.
“I have something I need to tell you,” Shinsou murmured, resting his forehead against yours as he stroked gently your cheek with his thumb.
“Oh?” you asked, looking at him in slight worry. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. More than fine, actually. Honestly, I’m just nervous.”
“That’s not something I get to see every day. What’s up?”
For several long moments, all Shinsou could do was look at you. Your eyes, your smile, he just couldn’t bear to look away from you. Ruining this sweet moment was something he was hesitant to do, even with the words he so longed to say. But as he gazed into your eyes, he knew that he had no choice but to take that risk. He needed to tell you, needed to have you in your entirety.
“I love you.”
Blinking in surprise, you remained silent as you took in his words, words that had been said for the very first time by either of you. Their sound warmed your heart, taking it so gently in their hands and cradling them close to Shinsou. And yet, you did not answer him. Instead, you simply frowned.
“Thank you so much. For saying that, for loving me. I—I’m just not ready to say it back yet.”
“So, you don’t love me?”
“I don’t know,” you said, your eyes flickering downward. “I have to think about it, sort through my feelings. I’m really sorry that I can’t say it now though.”
“Will you tell me when you’ve done that?” he asked, a frown of his own on his face now.
“Of course I—”
Watching your eyes glaze over, Shinsou wished that he didn’t have to do this. He wanted you to say it of your own accord, because you not only felt that way about him, but because your love for him was so strong that you couldn’t keep it inside. That’s how he felt about his love for you, after all. You had to love him though, he reminded himself. You two were meant for each other. You were just nervous, that’s all.
Tamaki still couldn’t believe that you were here with him.
After spending so long watching you from the opposite side of the room, it seemed so much more likely that he was just caught up in one of his countless daydreams of you than the possibility that had actually accepted his half-mumbled proposal to join him for coffee. Even when he had asked the question, Tamaki hadn’t been sure that any of it was real. Not, this time, because of your impossible beauty, which he had learned couldn’t be improved upon even in his most embarrassing fantasies, but because you had actually said yes. Even in some of his daydreams you didn’t do that, giving Tamaki the preparation he had thought that he needed for the day he was forever consigned to watch you unseen from the shadows.
But you had said yes, and more than that, you had actually showed up. And now you were sitting right across from him, glowing under the lights of the café like the angel he knew that you were. His eyes flickering downward to his own mug, Tamaki wondered just how he was supposed to handle being so close to you for so long. As much as he loved every second of it, of course, he also felt like he might just burst into flames if he looked at you for even a single moment too long.
“You know,” you started to say, flashing him a small smile, “I was beginning to think that you were never going to ask me out.”
“W—what?”
“I mean, I’d catch you looking at me all of the time at the agency. Eventually I started to worry you never would though. I’m glad that friend of yours gave you a push.”
“Y—yeah, Mirio’s great like that,” Tamaki mumbled, flushing with embarrassment as he recalled the way that Mirio had pushed all the way across the room until he was right in front of you, with absolutely nowhere left to hide. Mirio had stayed there the whole time too, pinning Tamaki down with his eyes to make sure that he didn’t try to scamper away. As much as Tamaki appreciated everything Mirio did for him though, he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit resentful that time. He was the one who loved you, after all, the only one who really did, even if he didn’t really deserve to. Mirio shouldn’t have been intruding on that moment that should have belonged solely to the two of you. But at least it was just you and him now.
Although, Tamaki thought to himself as he glanced around the café, was it really?
There were so many people around the both of you, people standing in line, people preparing drinks behind the counter, people sitting at their tables. Each time that he looked at someone, Tamaki swore that he saw them glance away from you as soon as his gaze reached them. They were staring at you, he realized. They all wanted you, how could they not? They saw him stammering and blushing, knew he was weak and were ready to steal you from him the moment that his back was turned. And though Tamaki knew that he didn’t truly deserve you, that didn’t mean that he was about to give you up.
His leg bouncing anxiously, Tamaki forced himself to meet your eyes again, as overwhelmingly breathtaking as they were. With his face feeling like it was on fire, he watched as your expression grew so sweetly concerned at his own.
“Is everything okay?”
“Uh, not exactly,” he said, happy that you had rushed right towards the path he had been trying to lead you down. “It—it’s just that there are so many people here. It’s so crowded, it’s just too much.”
“Of course,” you answered with an understanding smile. “Do you want to go somewhere quieter, a little more private?”
Wasting no time at all, Tamaki nodded eagerly, more than ready to leave behind all of those people planning to take you away from him. So happy was he, that he hardly even trembled when you took his hand, freely offering yourself to him and him alone.
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Shoto wondered how it was that you could tease him like this. You pretended to be so sweet, so innocent, as if you were the hapless victim in all of this when it couldn’t be further from the truth. You were the one who was torturing him, the one who was being so unbelievably cruel to him. Biting your lip, chewing on it so absentmindedly, you were driving him mad. All he could think about was crushing those tempting lips of yours under his and considering just how crazy you were making him, he thought that he more than earned it.
But when he leaned forward to do just that, you flinched away.
“What are you doing?” you asked him, your eyes gleaming with that adorable fear of yours, the fear that couldn’t fool him for one second.
“I’m trying to kiss you.”
“Well, don’t!”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want you to!”
Sighing in frustration, Shoto wondered if you honestly thought that he was really that gullible. Maybe you could have fooled him when he had first met you, but that ship had long since sailed. You weren’t the innocent little fawn you pretended to be, not with how you had flaunted yourself before him, driving him to the edge with love and longing. You had practically been begging him to steal you away, the only thing that had been missing were those words hanging ever so silently in the air. But Shoto had grown sick of waiting to hear you finally say them, just as he was growing sick of waiting for you to drop this pretense and let him conquer you the way that he was meant to.
“Are you so sure about that?” he asked, giving you one last chance to give up your façade.
“One hundred percent.”
“Then I guess I you have left me with no choice but to make you beg for my kiss.”
As you rolled your eyes in exasperated doubt, Shoto once again reached for you, though this time with nothing but his hand. When you tried to move away, he grasped your wrist with his other hand and held you tight, his touch growing hotter each time that you so much as squirmed. Finally falling still, you watched silently as his other hand met your face, not harsh and violent as you were expecting, but surprisingly gentle in the way that his fingers brushed your mouth. That is, until his fingers became freezing cold, forming ice at the tips that spread to your lips.
Shoto watched with a small curl to his lips as your lips turned blue, quivering as much as they could with the ice quickly encrusting your mouth. While your eyes began to fill his tears, his began to glow at the thought of you finally hurting the way he always did when around you. Still, any gratification that he got from that would pale in comparison to what he would get when you finally gave in.
“Well? You know that there’s only one way you can get your lips to warm back up.”
Whether your shivering increased or you were simply trying your best to shake your head no, Shoto couldn’t be sure. Either way, the one thing he was certain of was that you wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
“I can fix this,” he murmured, leaning ever so slightly forward to let you sense the heat coming off of his lips. “I can make it all better. You just have to let me. You just have to admit that you want me.”
Wanting to give you another little push, Shoto brought his icy hand back up to your lips, practically smirking when you flinched back as their freezing touch added a fresh crust of ice to your mouth. Worried that if you tried to hold out any longer, you would get frostbite, your resolve broke. Rather than try to say anything in your state, you simply rushed forward, crashing your lips against Shoto’s. You couldn’t move them much at first, but Shoto more than made up for that with the way that he so hungrily ground his mouth against yours. Between the warmth of his lips and his eager devouring of you, the ice around your mouth finally began to melt. And when it did, you could feel Shoto smiling triumphantly as he kissed you.
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Yagi Toshinori has known Midoriya for seven months, and he can already see the worst of his own habits looking back at him.
Takes place during the 10 months of training before WTWB, but can be read as a standalone oneshot.
For a moment, Izuku lay there and panted, unable to open his shredded eyes. Distantly, he thought of eldritch beings. Monsters that refused to be perceived. That made you go blind or crazy if you even dared to look at them…
So glad to get this one out finally; the past two semesters have been hell, but I’m starting to get back in the saddle. Also yeehaw, first chapter painting in like two chapters
