Sleepykittycx - Bed Time

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SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE WHO STILL TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS AFTER DEPRESSION HIT THEM HARD. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH RECOGNITION FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT THEY’RE GOING TO LOSE INTEREST AND MOTIVATION AGAIN BUT PUSH THEMSELVES TO DO STUFF ANYWAYS. YOU ARE FIGHTING A DAILY BATTLE WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND YOU’RE STILL COMING OUT ON TOP, YOU’RE ALL BRAVE AS FUCK 

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Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: princess bride!AU, pirate!izuku, reader is in an arranged marriage with someone else, angst, smut, brief mentions of alcoholism and drinking too much, izuku spends some time as a prisoner of war, specifically as a galley slave, implied SA but not to yn or Izuku

this is the first chapter for my entry of @thegetoufather's into the movieverse collab!

It was a quiet evening. A blanket of stars had been rolled over the sky overhead, and was tucked lovingly in at the corners of the horizon by the fingers of thin, wispy clouds. The moon was big and bright above a balcony of smooth marble; tiny bare feet slapped and tapped against the coldness of the floor. Saffron curtains, dancing in the wind brought by distant waves, were parted by gentle hands, and a mother looked out between them to find her child sitting sulky and slumped against the wicker furniture that faced the sea. 

“And just what are you doing up?”

The child— a little girl— turned her head to look at her mother. Her eyes were deepest green, and freckles spattered her nose and cheeks. 

"Can't sleep," she replied in a small voice, blinking blearily. "I want a story."

The mother smiled. With quiet steps, she slipped out from behind the curtains and onto the balcony, sitting next to her child. She drew the girl close, tucking her into the warmth of her side, and stared out at the ocean, watching the waves crash against the shore. 

“I know a few good stories,” she said. “Which one do you want to hear?”

The little girl turned to her mother and smiled

“The one about the pirate and the princess!”

The mother smiled in return.

“The one about true love?”

“Of course!”

The stars above twinkled merrily as if to agree, and a seagull cried in the distance.

“Very well,” said the mother. “It all started long ago, on a little farm far away from here… ”

***

Izuku Midoriya held his hat in his hands.

Nervous and trembling, he stood before a small, thatch-roofed cottage, struggling to pin his wriggling resolve in one place as he waited for the owner to answer his knock. The master of the house, he knew, was a hard, weathered man, but a fair one; he had shown Izuku nothing but kindness since he had come to work on his farm. Izuku had no reason to expect that to change now. No reason at all.

Well, no reason except that the man might not take kindly to Izuku’s intentions to marry his daughter. No reason except that.

The door to the cottage opened, and the owner greeted him.

“What can I do for you, son?”

The farmer stood a head taller and a foot wider in the doorway before him, and Izuku swallowed thickly.

“I want to talk to you, sir,” he said. “It’s about your daughter.”

Izuku was no stranger to fear. He had faced down man and beast alike in defense of this very farmer’s flock of sheep. Each time he had encountered a wolf, a lion, or bandit, he was tasked with driving away the threat with nothing more than a few rocks and a simple sling— and each time, he had been faced with the heavy, daunting fear that he might not escape the encounter alive. He had learned long ago that that was the way of things; fight to live, to protect what is yours, or let fear consume you and die. It was simple, easy. It was the way of things.

This was different. This was something else entirely. 

The farmer studied him. His eyes hardened with something akin to grudging pity, and he nodded to himself. 

"Let's take a walk."

Izuku agreed, and the farmer fell in step beside him. 

For a while, they walked in silence. They walked past fence posts and chicken coops and barking dogs nipping the heels of sheep. They walked uphill and downhill and all around the spaces in-between. Izuku allowed himself to breathe the earthy scent of hay bales and cow patties, to feel the shifting of the dirt path beneath his feet. The farmer seemed to be doing much the same. 

They came to a halt after walking for about half a mile. Together, they stood upon a hill overlooking the farm, and the farmer turned to Izuku and said,

"Son, I want you to tell me what you see when you look out from the top of this hill."

Izuku looked. Izuku saw. 

"I see land, sir."

The farmer grunted. 

"Land," he agreed. "Boy, you've been here for a few years now— you know as well as anyone around here that this ground has a heartbeat. She talks to you, if you listen. What does she say to you?"

Izuku wasn't sure what the farmer meant by that question, but he answered as truthfully as he could.

"I love this land," he replied, watching as a butterfly landed on a nearby wildflower. "It's as much of a home as I've known. It sustains me— er, us— and it's a good land. I think when we love it, it loves us back."

The farmer nodded, rubbing the stubble on his jaw. 

"To me, this land is everything," he said. "She's my first priority, second only to my daughter, my son, and the memory of my wife, God rest her soul. I lived here as a boy as my father did, and his father before him. This land has tasted my blood and my sweat and my tears, as well as that of my ancestors a century back."

The farmer turned to look at Izuku. 

"You don't know what it is to carry that burden, or that blessing, and I'm sorry for it. You're a good lad."

Izuku wasn't sure what to say to that, so he said nothing. 

"I know why you're here, what you wanted to talk about," the farmer continued. "My daughter loves you. Any fool could see it, and my God— my God, son, do you love her. It's written all over you, so strong and deep I wonder if you were born loving her."

The farmer shook his head. 

"But you don't have what she needs, son. You don't know land, you don't know home. You can't give her a life equal to this one. As you are, you're unfit, unworthy— you're not someone who can provide for her."

Unfit. Unworthy. 

"I won't let you marry her. I can't, not in good conscience."

Izuku's blood ran cold, and he felt a little queasy.

"I'm sorry," the farmer said, and Izuku knew he meant it. 

"I understand, sir." 

Oh, yes, Izuku understood. He understood better than he had a right to understand. He couldn't even blame the man. After all, what fool would let his daughter marry a farm boy with no prospects?

"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" he asked, quiet and desperate, and the farmer nodded. 

"Go and make something of yourself," said the farmer. "Earn coin, buy dirt. Even if you don't have a roof over your head, if you have land, you have a fighting chance in this world— that's all I ask in exchange for my baby girl. If you can give her that, son, there's no man I'd rather see her happy with."

That was fair, Izuku decided as his nostrils burned and his eyes filled with tears. If nothing else, it was a chance— and Izuku was willing to take it, seize it by the throat. He would do anything for the woman he loved. 

"I won't disappoint you, sir," he said, his voice beginning to warble slightly. "I— I'll have to leave the farm, though, probably after the harvest, and—"

Izuku's voice broke, and the farmer patted him on the shoulder. 

"If you're going to seek your fortune, you're gonna need to be able to fight. I have an old friend that can give you all the knowledge you need— he lives in the village. When we go next week, I'll introduce you."

Izuku nodded, wiping the tears from his cheek, and the farmer studied him once more. 

"Good luck, Izuku Midoriya. You're going to need it."

With that, the farmer started down the hill, leaving Izuku there to cry, wringing every last tear from himself so that when he told his lover the news, he could do so with dry eyes and more composure than he could ever feel. 

***

“Mean old farmer,” said the little girl, crossing her arms. “He must not have believed in true love, ‘cause true love conkers-all!”

The mother shook her head, her expression serious.

“Not all,” she said. “True love  is one thing, but survival is another. In those days, life was harder, rougher. The farmer's land would pass to his oldest son— his daughter's younger brother. Izuku needed money and land so that he could take care of his love."

The child frowned.

“That’s dumb.”

The mother hummed. 

“Maybe,” she said. “But it was the way of things.”

All was silent for a moment, and the distant crashing of waves filled the lull. The child shivered, and the mother held her close. 

“So what about Izuku’s lover?” the girl asked. “How did she take the news?”

“She was devastated." The mom shook her head. "She cried, then begged Izuku to run away with her, to marry anyway despite her father’s wishes— but he refused. Izuku was too honorable to do such a thing. He told her he would wait for her, and even if she would not wait for him, he would rather die himself than sully her reputation or disrespect her person."

Pointedly, the mother did not mention what else the young woman had begged for, or what Izuku Midoriya had valiantly refused. Her daughter would be old enough to understand that one day, but not today. 

"She still loved him though, right?"

"Of course she did," the mother smiled. "After all, at the end of the day, true love conquers all."

The little girl nodded in solemn agreement. 

***

Dawn's greedy pink fingers gripped the sky, clawing its way past the horizon. Shades of gold, red, and dusty pink followed in its wake, stark against the faded blue of the sky, and (Y/N) cursed it, wishing the sun never to rise again. 

"Must you go?"

Beside her, Izuku Midoriya was crying. Together, they stood alone on the outskirts of the farm, watching as the sun made its slow, insidious journey from east to west, her soft hands gripping both of his large, calloused ones. Her eyes mapped his face again and again and again, tracing every freckle, every line of his frown, knowing today would be the last time she saw them for a very long time.

Maybe ever. 

"I must," Izuku told her, his voice cracking. "I want to make you happy."

You already have, (Y/N) wanted to say, but they'd had that argument countless times already. Starting a fight on this day of all days was the last thing she wanted to do. 

"Can I not persuade you to stay a bit longer? To put it off for another year or so, until… until I feel more ready?"

In response, Izuku took her hands in his and kissed her knuckles sweetly, slowly, reverently. His skin glowed a lovely golden color in the early morning light, and although (Y/N) had never seen an emerald, she decided then and there that no measly rock could ever compare to golden sunlight in the green eyes of her lover. 

"I will come back," he told her, strong and sure despite his tears. "I swear I will come back to you, darling— but this is something I have to do."

It was not good enough. It had never been good enough. (Y/N) was dying and he hadn't even left yet. How was she to manage months, maybe years alone?

"Take me with you."

It was not the first time she had made that same plea. Still, Izuku just shook his head, wiping away tear tracks almost angrily.

"No." His voice was strong, final. "You're too precious for me to risk."

As are you, (Y/N) wanted to say— but once more, she held her tongue. As if he knew what her silence cost her, Izuku drew her to him and kissed her forehead, his chapped lips soft against her skin. 

When they drew away from one another, (Y/N) noticed a shadow on the horizon. Across the way, in the direction of the village, (Y/N) could see a tall, broad figure approaching over the crest of a hill. The shadowy shape belonged to someone she had come to know well enough to despise a little, and her mouth turned downwards of its own accord as she noticed his approach. 

"Looks like your friend is here," she said somewhat miserably, and Izuku grinned a little crookedly. 

"Don't be so hard on Kacchan," Izuku admonished teasingly, squeezing her hand. "He's got mommy issues."

Despite herself, (Y/N) choked out a laugh, then a giggle— soon, both she and Izuku were breaking out into peals of laughter, and the grumpiest bastard from the next village was upon them in all his scowling glory. 

"'Dunno what's so fuckin' funny, but it's too early for that shite," Bakugou grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets against the cold. "Cut it out or I'll gag the both of you."

"We will not," (Y/N) shot back, prepared to go toe-to-toe with the man— but then she looked at Bakugou, really looked at him, and when she did, she found a deep, aching sadness behind his eyes. 

He's lashing out because he's in pain, she realized, and promptly felt like a fool. 

"Whatever."

Bakugou turned away, posture rigid— but (Y/N) was not one to let her wrongs go unaddressed for long. She left the comfort of Izuku's touch and approached Bakugou, patting his broad shoulder with a gentle hand. 

"I'm sorry," she told him sincerely. "I know you must be sad about leaving the village."

"Tch." 

Apparently, that was apology accepted in Bakugou speak, because he turned to face her for long enough to allow her a glimpse at the tears in his eyes. Izuku must have seen it too, because he walked over and slung an arm over Bakugou's shoulders, pulling him close in a way that Bakugou might once have attempted homicide over before they had begun training together. Now, though, it seemed as though a bond had developed between the two of them, so Bakugou just scowled, grumbled something unintelligible, and let Izuku comfort him. 

The three of them stood like that for a while— Izuku's arm around Bakugou, and his other hand in (Y/N)'s— until the sun had climbed too high in the sky to permit them to tarry any longer. Slowly, tenderly, Izuku disentangled himself from both of them, and placed both of his hands on either side of (Y/N)'s face. 

"Oh, don't cry, love," he said, though (Y/N) couldn't help the hot tears that stung her cheeks. "It destroys me when you cry."

Never mind that his own eyes were filled with tears— he kissed hers away, which only made her want to cry more. 

"You must come back to me, Izuku," she told him, her voice weak and watery. "If you don't— I just know I'll never love again!"

Izuku shook his head with the smallest smile, and pressed his lips against her forehead. 

"I swear to you, I will come back," he said against her skin, "and when I do, I'll put a ring on your finger and build you a home, any home, exactly as you want it."

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around him then, and Izuku held her close. With her head against his chest, she could hear his rapid heartbeat. 

A moment later, they pulled away. 

"Goodbye, darling," Izuku told her, his eyes wet and gleaming. "I love you."

Tears threatened to choke her, but (Y/N) conquered them manfully. 

"I love you, Izuku. Come back to me."

At that, he smiled.

"As you wish, my love." 

In something of a dramatic gesture, Izuku grabbed her hand and kissed it— a last goodbye— before he turned, starting off in the direction of the sun. 

In the direction of his destiny.

Bakugou turned to follow, but (Y/N) stopped him with a hand on his bicep.

"Take care of him," she pleaded, and Bakugou's eyes widened. 

"Uh, okay," Bakugou agreed. "Yeah— yeah, sure."

As far as reassurances go, it wasn't the best— but the fact that it wasn't a vehement fuck no was comforting. 

With that, both boys were off, leaving (Y/N) alone to watch them as they went. From the hill she stood on, (Y/N) could see them for a long way, and she watched them until she could no longer distinguish their forms from that of trees. 

Farewell, Izuku Midoriya, she thought, closing her eyes against her tears. May the gods go with you. 

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Surprises All Around

A Dead by Daylight One Shot

Pairing: Ghost Face/Danny Johnson x (GN) Reader

Contents: Fluff & a hint of Smut

Trigger warnings: Mentions of manipulative behavior/stalking/murder/violence.

Summary: Danny always makes sure to keep you on a routine so he knows you'll be ready for him when he shows up to your place. But today isn't one of his days. So why is he here?

A/N: I kept the smuttier stuff vague as shit so I could keep the Reader neutral lol. This was just something I woke up with in my head and wanted to write it down. I usually don't see Danny as a "fluff" character even though I've read a few fluff pieces for him that I love, but idk, I was into it. Hope you all like it! I've been thinking about writing various little fics like this and if there's an interest, I may open up requests for fics and hcs. But for now, here you go!

The way Danny places soft kisses on your neck and shoulder makes you almost tremble as you run your fingers through his dark hair.

This visit was a surprise. Which… In and of itself was a surprise. Sure, you would catch glimpses of Ghost Face late at night on your walk home from the bus stop. He even broke into the store where you work once, after hours, merely to place a picture he had taken of you in your locker. You had been sleeping peacefully in this picture, smiling. On the back, he had written in red marker, Thinking of me? You wondered at the time if he had broken into your apartment that same night just to take that picture. After all, you never wore your baggy pjs when he was over. The ones you were wearing in that picture. At least by then you knew the man behind the mask and it didn’t feel as malicious as it had before.

Those were the kinds of things he would surprise you with. But visiting you at your apartment? When you were awake? He had conditioned you to expect him at certain days and certain times. He wanted you to be ready for him when he wanted you. You were his plaything… His willing plaything. His eager plaything.

As you feel his fingers delicately run along the bare skin of your ribs, his lips now moving along your collarbone, you feel guilty as a soft moan escapes your own.

You knew who he was. What he was. There were times when it came crashing into your consciousness like a freight train. As his hands made you feel so good, you couldn’t forget what else these hands had done. It was harder to put it out of your mind on nights where Danny wanted it rough, but it broke your heart in a particular way when he was gentle. What was the truth and what was the lie was never, and would never, be clear when it came to Danny Johnson. But, fuck, if you weren’t so sure that you saw glimpses of sincerity in the moments where you caught him looking at you, instead of the scary movie he had been so excited to show you, back when you knew him as Jed… Sincerity in this moment, right now, where you could almost swear he adored you as much as you grew to adore him.

After he hears you sigh his name, he runs both of his hands up your body, stopping only a moment to rub gentle, teasing circles on your nipples with his thumbs. He smiles (and you know he does because his lips are on your throat at the moment) as your breath hitches and your back arches slightly, but he continues the journey up to your jawline. He cups your face and presses his lips to yours. It’s a deep, passionate kiss. It’s a kiss that he fears will betray the thoughts he had been struggling with for at least a month now. Of course, it had been longer than that, but he hadn’t been so aware of this growing inner conflict until more recently.

You had been his special little doll. Not his first. Not by a mile. He had been through so many cities and covered so much ground, of course he’d have had numerous people along the way that he toyed with for longer. Just one at a time, both to be safe and not to be greedy. And with them all, he made them feel as though they were special. Told them that they were the only one he ever allowed to see the real him. It was all bullshit, of course, but more so in that they had all only known him as Jed. As Ghost Face.

He just knew, even at the start, that you’d be a favorite for sure. It started the same way with you as it did for them all. He stalked. He left pictures. He let you see him in brief glimpses around corners, making you question whether you had just imagined it. Then he “attacked” you one night, allowing you to escape. Next were the phone calls. And then you met this wonderful man called Jed. He was a balm in the horror movie that had become your life. But Ghost Face? He got increasingly more flirty and suggestive, but never crossed the line into anything forceful. You started to want him, which made you ashamed and confused. He was a monster. You didn’t even know what he looked like! And then there was this other man, Jed, that you felt yourself falling for… Before Danny purposefully left some tiny breadcrumbs for you to put the pieces together. That was always his favorite part. To watch as his lover realized who they had been fucking the whole time.

If you were terrified, but willing to speak to him, he knew he was in. If you attempted to turn him in, you’d die. Too bad, so sad.

But you? It was obvious that you were scared at the time, but you still spoke to him as you would any other person you cared about. That was new...

“Why did you come to see me today, Danny?” you ask, your eyes closed and your voice sounding dreamy from how affectionate he’s being.

“Do you want me to go?” he responds in almost a purr. He gives a playful lick at your earlobe.

You can’t suppress the giggle that bubbles up. “No, this just isn’t one of your days.”

He stops kissing you. Stops all the light touches and needy breathing. It makes you concerned, and though you still remain lying on your back, you open your eyes and look at him to see if he’s mad. Instead, you see him lying next to you on his side, propping himself up on his elbow and looking at you. He looks like he’s considering something, but you learned a long while ago that you won’t be able to figure out whatever his expression means.

Finally, he answers.

“I just wanted to see you.” It’s matter-of-fact, but there’s something else there you’re not quite able to place.

For a second, it feels like you’re talking to your boyfriend. Not a serial killer that manipulated you into falling in love with him (God, you’re scared to admit that you actually did fall in love with him, even after finding it all out). It feels good. It almost makes you want to cry because this is what you wish this relationship was.

“Why? Did something happen?”

He shakes his head. “No. I just felt like I wanted to see you. And I knew you would be home, so here I am.” He looks deep into your eyes as though he’s trying his hardest to find something. “Did you want to see me?”

He’ll never let you see it, but he’s almost worried that his newfound feelings were one-sided. You’re the only one he’s ever known he’d miss if he killed you. And he doesn’t want to have to do that. Whether or not he even could bring himself to do it anymore, that is something he refuses to consider. Deep down, he knows the answer.

“I… Danny,” you begin, but you’re scared to say it.

“Yes?” he asks, a mischievous smile forming on his lips. He begins to lightly graze his fingertips the uppermost part of your thigh, occasionally getting just close enough to touching you the way he knows you really want it, but never following through.

Although you know that he can see it all over your face, that you’re silently begging him to just move his hand a little further to the target, you try to keep your tone even. “Of course I wanted to see you. I’m happy you’re here.”

He knows you’re not lying. The sincerity is almost too much for him to take. In an instant, his lips are back on yours. His hand resumes its exploration of your body, until finally making its way between your legs.

You gasp. You shudder. Your back arches again. As he plays with you, slowly at first (he does love to tease), you moan and call out his name.

Your eyes are shut tight in your bliss, so you don’t see the loving smile he’s giving you.

He’s happy he’s here, too.

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First off the April charity pins haven’t shipped yet. I believe it said they would ship at the end of May under the pre-sale. So don’t worry if you haven’t gotten them yet :D

Also the next charity event will be on the 25th of May for Save The Children. I have a lot of other stuff going on at the end of the month but I didn’t want to push the days around too much so I’m really going to try my best to hit the 25th.

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