Part 4

𝐋𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬

Feat. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

A series

cw: yandere themes, violence, suicidal thoughts, blood, gore, manipulation, stalking, kidnapping, quirkless! au, weapons, murder, angst

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ Starting a new school, Izuku doesn't expect much besides the constant harassments, but the sight of a certain girl catches his eye and his downfall begins.

In which, Izuku's love begins to stifle F/n.

(coming october 1st)

D̴̦̟͙̹͈̲̻̆̈́̄̏̆͘ͅȍ̴͇̐͂͘͝ ̸͖͕͖̙̻̗͇́̆̓͊̊̀͝n̷̞̼̪̈́ó̴͙͎̼͓͖̘̦̠̱̿͗̐̌͑͠ͅt̵̜͈̰̝̰̳͓̝̗̋̃̉̏̀͒͘̕ ̵̫̻̦̑̋f̵̻̳̼̽͗̀̓̋̀̏̔͠o̷͔̼͠r̴̬̙͙̖͈̖̼͐͘͜͝ğ̵̩͈͔̉̋̆̂͌́͋͠ȩ̷̯̼̗͈͔͓͌̅̿t̷̻͕̭͖̤̫̑̈́̑̅͌̆́ ̷̡̧̣̮͈̋͒͐́̄͊̕̕ḿ̴̡͔̳͈͙̞̈́͂̿̊͜͝e̵͍̬̥͕̻̼͎̊͆̔.̶͖̗̼̬͖̼̼̞͖́̉̃͋̀̽

playlist!

Flesh and Bone ✿ Brendan Benson Treehouse ✿ Alex G Special Death ✿ Mirah Empty Words ✿ Bowery Electric Your face ✿ Wisp 4:00 A.M ✿ Taeko Onuki Me and the Devil ✿ Soap&Skin Killing Me Softly with His Song ✿ Fugees You're Gonna Miss Me ✿ Connie Francis Edge of the World ✿ Dayshell Let Go ✿ Ark Patrol Still Here ✿ Digital Daggers The Devil Within ✿ Digital Daggers Animal ✿ Sir Chloe Rabid Love ✿ Gorgeous Bully Misery Loves Company ✿ Gorgeous Bully Scary Love ✿ The Neighborhood Beach Walk ✿ Whitewoods Nowhere To Run ✿ Stegosaurus Rex Never Land [A Fragment] ✿ The Sisters Of Mercy The Killing Moon ✿ Echo And The Bunnymen Soulvaki Space Station ✿ Slowdive Sing ✿ Slowdive Miranda ✿ Slowdive Melon Yellow ✿ Slowdive Nausea ✿ Craft Spells Various Types of Ads ✿ Rory in early 20s Here She Comes ✿ Slowdive Crazy For You ✿ Slowdive A Quick One Before the Eternal Worm Devours Connecticut ✿ Have A Nice Life Soundtrack for Your Backseat ✿ sundiver ca Marigold ✿ Nirvana Beat ✿ Bowery Electric Salad Days ✿ Mac DeMarco Sony ✿ VHS Full Moon ✿ The Black Ghosts Floating World ✿ Bowery Electric Anemone ✿ The Brian Jonestown Massacre

table of contents:

Lotus Flower

Ì̶̢̩̬̩̝̱̝̙̺̉̿̋̒͌͝'̶̛̞͕̂̽͐͒̓͋̐̅̚͜l̵̘̙͗̇́̐̎͒̄͘ḻ̷̣́͊̔̀̽̿̚͜ ̸̧̡̜̯̖̠͉̥̰̖͋́̓͘n̸̪̻̤̙̫͙͂͗ḙ̸̺̥̭̏̽͌̎̈́͝͠v̴̧̙͔̮̙̰̲̄͘ê̷͈̓ŗ̸̛͈̜̟̙͚̤͙͉̯͌̔̑̽͠ ̵̜̰̬̹͊͌͂̌͗͋͠f̴̮͇̦͂̃͌̔͌̎̐̚ȯ̶̡͔r̴͔̼̖͐̅͒̑̕͝ġ̵́͌͑̈́̌̄ͅé̶̘͉̠̭͚͌̋̎̊̀̄̚͝͠ṭ̵̻̅̇͑̈́̆̽͊̇ ̸̫̳͎̗͙̅́̒͐̉̏͒͘y̷̪̝̔͛̓̕͠͠o̵̞̱̻̟̹͝ú̸̧̪̘͓̙̪̖̔͜.̶̮̭͓͍̝̗̍

sick day

katsuki woke up to the sound of his alarm.

huffing, he rolls over to turn it off.

“alright. come on baby, we needa get up.” he says, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing tight.

“mmmmmph. noooo.” you whine, sleepily.

he laughs lightly, shoving his face in your hair.

“i know. i know. but we’re gonna be late.” he coos.

you squirm a little in frustration.

“please. i need 5 minutes.” you whine.

he sighs turning you to face him.

“fine. but only 5.” he relents, throwing the sheets off himself.

“nooooo. stay with me.” you pout.

“i’ll see you in 5 minutes.” he replies sternly.

he spends his five minutes getting dressed then returns to his bed.

“it’s been 5 minutes, sweet girl. time to wake up.” he says, pecking your lips.

he watches your brows furrow deeply and you feel like you could cry.

“i need to sleep katsu. i cant.” you say and your voice breaks.

his eyes widen at your croaky voice.

“hey. hey. what’s wrong, are you cryin?” he whispers, brushing your hair out of your face.

“oh.” he says as the realization clicks in.

you peel your eyes open, trying to snuggle into his hand.

“what?” you croak out.

his eyes soften and he kisses your forehead.

“you have a fever.” he says.

“explains why i feel so shitty.”

he drags his thumb over your cheek, caressing your face gently.

“stay in bed. i’ll tell aizawa you can’t be in class.” he says lowly.

you whine and he laughs as he feels your hands weave themselves around his neck.

“you won’t stay with me?” you say with watery eyes.

he leans in to press his forehead against yours.

“you know i can’t. i’ll go downstairs and get you some medicine, kay?” he says in an attempt to soothe you.

“be fast.” you whisper and he chuckles before pulling away.

“so clingy when you’re sick.”

when he returns from getting you medicine you’re fast asleep once again.

he drags his hands down your arms before landing on your waist and caressing your sides.

“wake up.” he says against your cheek.

you whimper, opening your eyes the smallest bit to see him sitting on the edge of the bed.

“hi.” you mumble.

“hi.” he coos, exaggerating his voice to sound sickly sweet.

you grab his hand from off your waist and hold it close.

“got you medicine, open up.” he says while grabbing the medicine with his free hand.

you open and he pulls you up slightly, placing the pill in your mouth.

next he grabs the water he brought you and places it to your lips, watching you sip at it.

“good girl. lay down now, okay? see you soon.” he mumbles kissing your forehead and standing from his spot on the bed.

“bye suki.” you smile before rolling over and hugging one of his his pillows close to your chest.

he finishes getting ready before leaving his room and walking alongside kirishima to class.

“hey man! where’s yn?” kirishima greets him, giving him a high five.

“sick in bed.” katsuki grumbles.

“wow. how are you ever gonna get through the day without her?” kaminari pipes in to tease katsuki.

“shut the fuck up, at least i pull.” katsuki grumbles.

kaminaris jaw drops in shock and offence.

“damn. way harsh.” kirishima says, trying not to let his laugh slip through.

the three of them continue to bicker as they walk into class.

“hey, aizawa!” kaminari cheers to his teacher.

aizawa grumbles in response, too tired to respond.

kaminari and kirishima go to take their seats while katsuki stops at aizawas desk.

“what.” he groans.

katsuki huffs, annoyed.

“yns not coming today.” he replies.

aizawa raised a brow in question.

“why?” he frowns, untrusting.

“she’s sick.” katsuki answers, and starts to walk over to his desk, not caring enough about his response.

aizawa huffs at his rudeness but starts to teach the class anyway.

a couple periods go by without you and katsuki’s trying to keep his cool. he knows you need your rest but he misses you.

the period before lunch is when you call.

he steps outside to take it, despite aizawas protests.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, remembering telling you to only call for emergencies.

“kats- katsuki.” you say through your sobs.

“hey baby. what’s going on?” he says, trying to keep you calm.

“it hurts. it hurts so bad i cant-” you whisper through groans of pain.

“what hurts? what do you need?”

“my stomach. i threw up and i think there’s more. i need you. need you so bad.” you whine, more sobs following.

“i know it hurts, sweetness. can you wait until lunch?” he asks, tone still soothing.

you whine and whimper through sobs and gasps.

“i cant. i cant do it. i need you so bad, please katsu.” you beg, clutching your stomach.

“i’m on my way, baby. just try to breathe through it, okay? cryings only makin it worse.” he says and you agree before ending the call.

he walks back into class and aizawas frowning, arms crossed over his chest.

he grabs his bag and heads out the class without speaking, aizawa yelling behind him.

“i don’t get paid enough for this.” he grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose.

katsuki speed walks to his dorm, opening his door to see that you’re not in bed.

“yn??” he calls out before hearing the sounds of you throwing up.

heading into his bathroom he finds you curled up in a ball on the cool floor, hand reaching to flush the toilet.

you have tears streaming down your face rapidly, gasping for air and shaking.

“oh baby.” he frowns.

you turn your head towards him shakily, tears starting to stream down your face once more.

he watches you hand reaching towards him through trembles.

sitting next to you on the floor of his bathroom he opens his arms, taking your outstretched hand.

you whimper, crawling towards him onto his lap.

feeling his hands come up under your shirt to draw shapes on your back you release a deep exhale.

“what happened? hm?” he mumbles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple.

you nuzzle your face in his neck and shrug before bringing your head back up to look at him.

his eyes soften at your teary ones.

“i hate this.” you frown, pout on your lips.

he hums, lifting his hand to brush across your face and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

you kiss his open palm before laying your head on his chest.

“can we go have a nap?” you ask timidly.

he doesnt respond but stands with you still in his arms.

as the two of you lay down together he whispers praise and soothing affirmations to calm you.

his hands caressing your thighs and back, sometimes coming up to massage your shoulders lightly.

“mmmm love you.”you mumble sleepily.

“love you, sweet girl.”

I will be reading this daily

ANTI-CAPITALIST AFFIRMATIONS

i am allowed to spend my time creating things, even if they are not beautiful.

there is no such thing as a "real job." all forms of work are real and valid.

there is nothing that i need to accomplish to be worthy. i am already worthy.

doing nothing is good for my soul.

i am not defined by what i produce.

my worth cannot be measured by my paycheck, my job title, or a list of professional or academic achievements.

i do not need to monetize my hobbies, it is enough to spend time doing something i love.

i will not let society decide what success looks like. i can define what successful life looks like for me.

“Domain expansion.” And it’s just me opening up my legs

Bakugou is so high-maintenance in the winter. Poor baby, hates the cold.

He hates how the dropped temperature makes his nose red and runny. He hates how his fingertips feel like they're being pricked with tiny pins and needles. He hates how he it takes him longer to warm up to use his quirk successfully. He loathes it.

Absolutely forget it if it snows.

You have to bride with promises of fun and warmth to coax him out of the house.

On the rare occasion that you do convince him to go out, you'll step outside to start the car to defrost it, being sure to turn on Katsuki's seat warmer before heading back in. As you open the front door to your house, you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from bursting into laughter at the sight in front of you.

There in the front foyer, Katsuki stood, bundled from head to toe in winter attire. He is wearing two coats, despite one of them being a heated jacket you got for him a couple Christmases ago, that he always rips off, complaining that it got too hot. He was sporting a pair of thick gloves, a black beanie that his spiky blonde bangs poked out of the front of, a pair of winter boots, and a scarf that wrapped around his neck twice; covering his mouth and nose. He looked like Randy from the movie A Christmas Story.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes at you, seeing that you were trying to hold back laughter. "What's so funny?" He grumbled at you sourly. "Nothing!" You said, shaking your head and curling your lips toward yourself, trying to hide the smile that was creeping onto you face. He glared at you harder, his expression resembling that of a grumpy old cat. He knew you were lying. You couldn't hold back any longer, your body began to shake with giggles although you did try to suppress them. "Any more layers and you'd like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man." You teased, slipping your hands into your own gloves.

" 't's fuckin' 23 degrees outside. I don't care what I look like." The blonde huffed at you. You nodded swiftly in understanding. "I know." You grinned, walking up to him after zipping up your coat. He grunted as you pulled him down by the tails of his scarf, his forehead resting against yours. "You look super cute like this, though." You flirted, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose before pulling his scarf down over his chin to steal a kiss.

You could feel his breath stutter against your skin after you pulled away, clearly flustered by your kiss. "Come on, Michelin Man. Let's go." You giggled, beaming up at him as he rolled his eyes at your lame joke, but not being able to hide the start of a smile at the corners of his lips. "Did ya start my seat warmer?" He asked as you closed and locked the door behind you. You gave him a knowing side eye that told him that you had. You took his puffy gloved hand in yours and led him down the porch stairs to the car. "Yes, dear. I always do."

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“it’s so unrealistic when x readers say-” i’m not reading x readers for realism. i’m reading them because i want to fuck a fictional character.

kirimina KABEDON!

katsuki being a girl dad is canon to me. there is no other truth except for this. he loves that little girl like she’s his life line — talks about her every chance he gets and has a picture of her missing her two front teeth on his desk at the agency. when she comes in on daddy-daughter work days, he lets her brag about how she has her big girl teeth now :(

he carries her round on one hip with her little red riot themed back pack in his other hand n his car keys between his teeth. sometimes if he’s wearing sunglasses to hide from paparazzi she’ll take them off to toy with them while his hands are through.

sniffs. katsuki spends extra time learning how to style and take care of her hair type — every weekend before pre school he lets her pick out the bows and hair clips and beads she wants to put in her hair.

he makes sure she knows her pleases and thank yous — he might have been a troubled kid but no daughter of katsuki bakugou is going to be impolite to people she’s never met. unless, of course, they’re stinky boys who pick on her in the sandbox. then she’s allowed to call them all sorts of names that bakugou has passed down onto her.

and bakugou, who still makes the time to tuck his little princess in at night, kiss her forehead and pull the blankets up to her nose whilst reading her favourite book for the nth time that week — even if he’s exhausted from patrol.

because bakugou is a girl dad through and through, and he loves his daughter more than he loves being in the world.

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He's alive and happy in our hearts 💕

☆༉ — YUUJI ITADORI. isn’t it weird? how love never changes.

about. no matter what anyone says, yuuji itadori’s love for you is unwavering and he hopes that you’ll never see a reason to change. not for anyone, not even him. (1K)

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, characters are aged up to 20s and in college, weird gf and jock bf, yuuji is a jock and has obnoxious teammates, reader is an introvert and wears glasses, selfship coded i fear, fem!reader.

“itadori, don’t you think your girlfriend is a little.. weird?”

the pink haired jock blinks once, then frowns  as he tugs a fresh shirt over his head — practice with his soccer team had ran a little longer than anticipated and he didn’t feel like coming home to you, his girlfriend, in a stinky old shirt. 

yuuji’s not sure when the topic of locker room talk had switched onto him and his love life but he cares enough to bite — not about to let his teammates talk smack about his girl. “where’d you get that idea from?”

another teammate speaks up. “when she comes to your games, she wears your sweatshirts but doesn’t cheer for you at all.” 

“she’s just shy, nothing wrong with that.” yuuji counters.

“whenever we hang out at the after partie she’s always… clinging onto you… doesn’t drink with any of us.”

“i told you, she’s a little shy,”  he stands up a little straighter this time, narrowing his eyes. “and parties aren’t for everyone. she might not like them but she’s there to support me. shouldn’t that be enough?”

“but dude…” someone else speaks up. “don’t you find any of that strange? like she’s just… weird.”

yuuji can’t get home fast enough after that. he almost falls to pieces when he sees you singing and shuffling your way through the cupboards in his dorm kitchen — making yourself a snack. he loves it when you stay over and he gets to watch you like this, so calm and at ease in his space. he feels grateful to even be sharing it with you.

weird isn’t a word that yuuji itadori would use to describe his girlfriend. 

he finds you intriguing. your relationship is still new, so all of the differences between you both interest him beyond belief. each time he discovers a new habit of yours (like the way you forget to take your glasses off when you sleep) or a fact about your life before college, or finds out something obscure relating to your hobbies and interests… yuuji can’t help but to fall in love with you all over again. like an astronomer who’s searching for the secrets of the universe, the pink haired jock wants to know every interesting little detail that makes you, you. 

that’s created the very person he loves today. 

“please never change,” yuuji breathes against the back of your head once he’s home. you can’t even comprehend the speed at which he’s dropped his gym back before he’s wrapped himself around you in the same manner that a boa constrictor would. only more affectionate. “and if you do, let me change with you.” 

being this close to itadori, you can smell his baby-fresh soap and the tinge of sweat from his work out. you can feel the strength of his arms as they squeeze you close from behind — like he’ll never let you go. he makes you feel loved even when it’s not on purpose, you go your every waking moment cared for and adored by yuuji itadori. it’s always subconscious, unwavering and steady. your love is stable like that, never dampened from those outside of the two of you — that much will never change. 

“that’s a big ask, yuu.” comes your contented hum, but you don’t stop your actions — continuing to make your snack while the pink haired jock squeezes you tight. as if to become one with you. “people change all the time.” 

you hold up a hand behind you and he sucks the peanut butter from your thumb eagerly. “i know, but i don’t want what anyone else says about you or us to make you change,” he mumbles petulantly against the shell of your ear, trying to find the right words as he tucks his face into your neck. “you’re perfect to me, as you are.” 

it’s cute that he reminds you of such a trivial little thing. those big brown eyes of yuuji’s see perfection in all of your flaws. he loves you so much you wonder if how much you feel for him even compares. 

“what’s gotten into you?” you giggle, spinning in his arms to stand on the tips of your toes — pressing a soft kiss to the point at which your boyfriend’s jaw meets his neck. it’s all you can reach. “did something happen?” 

yuuji hesitates for a moment, lips pursed and honey-glazed eyes cast to the side. he would never lie to you, that’s not in his nature — but he’d never want to hurt your feelings either. “the guys…the guys on the team said some stuff about us today,” his voice trails off and his hands trail upwards, dipping underneath the jersey of his that you wear to draw circles into your waist using his rough thumbs. he figures it’s best to tell you before one of his teammates  let it slip and hurt your feelings. he would rather die then let that happen. “they… they think you’re weird and that… that we’re too different.” 

“o-oh.”

a flash of pain comes with the territory of yuuji’s honesty, but he’s quick to soothe it as though he’s running your burn under a stream of cool water. “but i like you. like…really really like you,” the words rush out while his eyes stay serious and set in stone. your boyfriend grasps both of your hands firmly before you can even think to cry or pull away.

yuuji is there and he is constant and that is never changing. not for anyone, except for you. “and i like all of the funny things about you. that you’re a little quiet, that you’re always by my side, that you leave me notes in my gym bag or share your celebrity crushes with me. i like you for you. even if you’re a little weird — then…then i am too!” 

his hands, strong and yet so soft, traverse up to your round cheeks — tilting your head up to face him. “please don’t ever change because of what people say,” yuuji repeats tenderly, his lips finding the crown of your head in a gentle kiss. he stays there, like a magnet on metal and the world stands still for a moment. remaining the same, no longer changing, so that yuuji itadori can love you as is. “the way you are right now, it’s everything to me.” 

itadori only moves when you tip your head back to get a better look at him, he looks down at you through his unfairly long lashes — brown eyed gaze latching onto yours while your hearts sync up, beating to the same drum. “i’ll never change, as long as you promise to always love me like this.”

“i’ll love you the same way that i always have. like i’m the luckiest guy in the world, yeah?” he laughs and you smile — because it’s hard to be upset when yuuji is around, and protects your love so genuinely. 

you lean up and he meets you half way — pressing a slow and lingering kiss to the swell of your lips, wrapping his arms around you once again as you away to a silent tune in his tiny dorm kitchen. 

change is inevitable of course. the two of you will grow and become different people than you are right now — but you will always find your way back to the beautiful love that you hold. 

much like a butterfly that blossoms into something beautiful too.

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