My Favorite Post Ever!!

My favorite post ever!! 😂😂

canon: they died

fanfic: fUCK YOU

So We Meet Again?

The bed sheets rustled as Izuku swung his legs at the edge of the bed as he sat up. He groaned quietly, not wanting to wake up the other person on the bed. They didn’t need to wake up. It was better that way or else they’ll get clingier if they do.

 It’s way more annoying that way. Especially if they start to think that something is happening between them. Trust him, he has experienced one before. One of the few times Izuku overslept and they woke up earlier than him, going flirty all over again. It would be easier if they’re one of those people who understand what a one night stand is.

 Izuku stood up, quietly padding through the room searching for his shirt and pants. The greenette heard the sheets rustled once more while he was zipping up his fly.

 His eyes landed on the figure on the bed, her head raised, eyes barely open to see her cat like eyes.

 “Are you going now?” She asked while she rubbed her eye.

 “Yeah…” He answered immediately –sounding indifferent and without sparing her a single glance-, praying inn his head that she doesn’t beg about staying or stuff like that, it’ll be a huge pain in the ass, while he picked up his shirt and put it on.

 Where did he I leave my jacket again? He thought as he started to make his way to the door.

 “Will I see you again?” she asked when Izuku was at the door way –hopefulness in her tone. Izuku stopped in his tracks freezing.

 He slowly looked back with a blank, empty look on his face.  “I doubt that’ll happen, sweetheart.” He said, dismissively.

 This was nothing more other than a one night stand. He doesn’t even remember her name. He never asked nor did they. He doesn’t expect anything more, they shouldn’t be expecting more either.

 “Bye.” He said before continuing to get out of the room, not bothering to listen to whatever she said as he walked out of the room.

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Loud music filled his ears as he downed another glass of whiskey. He knows he’ll be hung over the next day but he didn’t care. He’s used to that already.

 Izuku already forgot what being sober felt like by now with the amount of alcohol he’s been drinking lately. Why, you asked? To forget shit called reality.

 He put down the glass, gesturing to the bartender and good friend of his –Shinso- to give him another one.

 The purple haired man, visibly sagged as he sighed in disappointment. He didn’t care.

 Izuku is used to making people disappointed, to the point that he himself is disappointed with himself.

 “Do you even remember how many drinks you’ve had already?” Shinso asked as he poured another drink.

 Izuku scoffed, rolling his eyes. Are we doing this again? “What do you think?”

 Shinso sighed once more. “Of course, you didn’t.” He shook his head.

 “is he here yet?” izuku asked changing the subject.

 “Who exactly?”

 “Tsukauchi.” Izuku said as he had another sip on his drink.

 “I don’t think-“ Shinso cut himself off as his tired eyes landed on a familiar figure crossing the crowd of people in the club. “Look who’s here.” Shinso crossed his arms as he pointed to the man with his chin. Izuku turned his head.

 Tsukauchi wore a trench coat over his suit and a fedora, big mistake if you’re going to a place like this, filled with sweaty people partying to their hearts content.

 “Tsukauchi,” Izuku said, his voice starting to become slurry, actually it has been since a while ago, Shinso just didn’t mind it, more like he’s too used to it to point it out at this point. “It isn’t like you to come to our ‘meetings’ late like this.” He said as Tsukauchi sat to the stool next to him, taking off his hat, a drop of sweat dripping down his forehead.

 “Sorry, there has been a bit of delay because I still waited for a few people.” He said as he gestured Shinso to give him a glass of water.

 “What?” Izuku frowned, his tone going low and dark. The greenette preferred to not get involved with a lot of people, he only sees people who he knows is essential for his work and that’s it. No more, no less. Besides if a lot of people knew about his job then it would ruin the point of going under cover in the first place right?

 “I know that you don’t like meeting people, Midoriya. But I assure you that they are essential to the case.”

 “Oh really now?” Izuku said sarcastically, rolling his eyes then took another large drink from the glass nearly emptying the glass. “Usually, I would be the judge of that.”

 “Please, trust me on this one,” Tsukauchi insisted, eyes filled with determination and hopefulness for Izuku to give whoever he brought with him a chance to work with him. “They are both heroes and are very reliable people. I have also made them swore to never disclose anything about anything that is related to you.”

 Green orbs went darker as he stared down his reflection on the glass.

 Promises are always meant to be broken. And Izuku don’t trust anyone, nor look up to anyone, nor have faith in anyone, nor believe in anyone.

 Not even himself.

 The greenette downed the rest of his drink, glass dropping heavily on the counter, hopefully not heavy enough that it cracked the glass or else he’s gonna get an earful from Shinso later on.

 “So where are these trustworthy people you’re talking about?” He said, not actually wanting to hear an answer, he just wants to get his report over with and go drink some more before he goes home and crash at his bed –that is if no one coerces him to… have some fun tonight (or something that’ll keep him distracted for a little while longer..)

 “I think they’re still having a hard time-“ Tsukauchi cut himself off as he turned around to look at the partying crowd behind them only to see the pair of heroes he came her e with. “Oh there they are.”

 Izuku sighed as he turned his head again to face whoever hero the man came with. Hopefully it wasn’t one of the famous ones, like Lemilllion or Hawks –as good as meeting them he absolutely cannot meet them, at least not like this anyway, despite being like this Izuku is still the same hero fanboy somewhere in that heart of his.

 Just not as much as before.

 Especially when he burned every single one of those notebooks before high school…

 There was no point keeping them anymore…

 There was no point in keeping his hope of being hero alive anymore…

 With empty, despaired eyes he looked at two spiky heads (one ash blond, another is crimson red) forced their way through the crowd.

 Izuku’s eyes narrowed his eyes, feeling a sense of familiarity. He felt like he’s seen those before. He should know those. Maybe he should stop on the drinks right now, cause his brain seems to have started to stop functioning.

 “Goddamn, old man, don’t fucking leave us in the goddamn crowd like that.”

 Okay.

 Izuku really, really needs to stop drinking ‘cause now he’s hallucinating a nightmare when he’s wide awake.

 The greenette’s eyes widened as the pair of heroes finally passed the last row of people, now gracing Izuku to see who they really are.

 And boy he didn’t expect him to be here.

 “Come on, bro. Don’t be like that,” The red head –Kirishima Eijiro a.k.a. Red Riot- reprimanded the blond. “Sorry about that Tsukauchi.” Eijiro said with an apologetic look on behalf of the blond since he knows he won’t be apologizing anytime soon.

 “It’s fine, and forgive me for that, Bakugo.”

 Ah.

 Somebody please fucking pinch him. He is definitely passed out drunk somewhere in his home now that he’s dreaming. Is it even a dream? It’s more like a damn nightmare.

 The blond huffed “Yeah, yeah, just don’t-“ Katsuki cut off his own words as his red eyes landed on Izuku’s green ones.

 Both of them speechless and eyes wide open.

 Silence came to the group, Tsukauchi, Kirishima, and Shinso (yes he’s still there, he made it a task for himself to be the greenette’s bodyguard, mostly to make sure the greenette to not do anything stupid) confused to the sudden awkward, heavy air that came over them.

 “Deku…” Katsuki said a bit breathless from the shock and the horror creeping up to him at the sight of Izuku before him right now.

 “Kacchan…” Izuku called out softly, masking his irritation with a blank look on his face.

 Are you sure he isn’t in some dream/nightmare (he isn’t sure what to make of the situation right now) right now?

[sorry if the plot is all over the place hahahahhahah]

Why?

His breathing was heavy, as if he was saved from drowning. The grenette felt weak, extremely weak, it was a miracle that he’s even able to stand right now –although he couldn’t move or else he’ll fall, but he’s standing nonetheless.

 Why was he the one standing?

His vision was blurry, Izuku blacked out for a second there, now all he sees is are the debris and rubble surrounding him.

 Everything around him was close to being nothing, every single thing looked nothing to what it looked before.

 Of course it would end up like this.

 Izuku expected that much, most especially his fight is against him of all people. The greenette could predict the amount of damage he could do since the beginning of the fight. It would be much more surprising if they didn’t have at least destroyed the buildings in one block.

 Izuku’s vision started to clear a bit more, at the same time with the dust started to settle making everything clearer. Green orbs zeroed in to the figure lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood.

 Their blood…

 At that moment, the tired feeling he felt left him.

 All of it.

 Even the pain from wounds, bruises and broken bones –although for that last one he’s quite used to that one…- were all gone in an instant. Instead, it was replaced with…

 Pure absolute rage.

 “W-why…?” Izuku rasped out, his voice almost gone due to the amount of screaming and shouting he did when he and the other fought. The greenette had that need to fight him with not only his strength and quirk but also to the amount of screaming. Don’t question him why, cause he also doesn’t know why he did that as well.

 Izuku, unknowingly, gathered the remaining strength he had in his body and took a stepped forward –shaking like a new born deer all the while- he staggered for a moment, knees shaking as he tried to regain his balance before taking another step, slowly but surely walking towards the figure on the ground.

 The greenette surprised himself that he walked, his legs worked completely on their own. But boy, he isn’t complaining for it.

 Oh.

 Rage.

 Pure rage was making his legs work right now. Makes sense.

 No wonder Kacchan is always angry. His energy is anger.

 His knees dug to the ground, not caring if his pants, white sleeves and vest are getting soaked from the splash when he fell to the ground. Izuku didn’t need to care about that right now. Not that he ever cared about it.

 He’ll have Kurogiri clean for him.

 Izuku grabbed the figure’s –the hero’s- shirt by the collar with his hands, hands quickly gripping tightly, threatening to break the hero’s costume, that famed black tight tank top with an orange X across it.

 Izuku’s jaw tightened, his anger overcoming him, trying to somewhat control it but he didn’t know how. He was never this angry before, never even showed it if he’s angry.

 Oh… that’s why…

 All the anger that he had in him was released all at once after years and years of all of it bottled up inside him. He didn’t mind, couldn’t bring himself to mind at the moment.

 “Why…” He started sofly, trying to find his voice, hands starting to tremble from how long he was gripping so tightly to Ground Zero’s shirt, his knuckles starting to turn white.

 “Why didn’t you stop me?!” He finally screamed, viridian eyes filled with anger as those eyes seared at the lifeless body of the hero before him.

 “You were supposed to stop me!” he yelled out shaking Ground Zero in the hopes it would wake him up and finish the job he was supposed to do.

 “You were supposed to stop me!” He repeated.

 Unlike All Might…

 “You were supposed to win against me!”

 You’re my Symbol of Victory, you’re supposed to win.

 “You’re supposed to save the day!”

 Cause you’re the hero.

 “You’re supposed to defeat me! To end me!”

 Cause I’m the villain.

 “It’s not,”  His voice cracked, though he wasn’t sure if it’s because he was already losing his voice then still screamed to the top of his lungs or because of the sadness starting to overcome him. “It’s not supposed to end like this.” He said, his head bowed and his grip starting to get loose.

 Rain started to fall from the sky, immediately covering the area with water, the ground surrounding them turning mud, the pool of blood, Katsuki’s blood, spreading even more.

 Izuku himself didn’t notice the tears flowing down his cheeks, thinking it’s the rain, he could only feel the pricking at his eyes as he stared at the lifeless body of the hero.

 “You’re both the same,” he mumbled out.  “I had faith you’ll beat me, the way All Might was supposed to beat me years ago.”

 It was the same.

 Bodies covered in their own blood, battered and bruised, filled with cuts and wounds, their bones peeking out from the limbs, blood dripped out of the corner of their mouths, panting heavily.

 “Why didn’t you beat me?”

 “Why, why…?” He asked, hoping to get an answer.

 Why did you look like you wanted it? To be beaten up by me? To be killed by me? I don’t get it.

 Why did he look remorseful? Guilty even…

 Katsuki Bakugo is never remorseful, never full of guilt.

 Then why did he look at Izuku that way?

 Why did he look like he got what he deserved at his last moments?

 He didn’t get it.

 “Neither of you beat me…”

 If neither of you couldn’t…

 No one can…

 “You didn’t beat me Kacchan,” Izuku said, standing up from his position –wobbling slightly-, looking down on the hero, eyes filled with darkness, filled with despair, intent on spreading  that despair to the rest of the world, wanting to feel the pain –rejection- he felt long ago. “Then the whole world will suffer.”  

Can someone give an idea for a bucket list?? i have an idea for another bakudeku fic i wanna do. I need help. Please. I wanna make the fic but I am too sleepy to make my brain work harder

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Person A dies single (they could have dated a few times if you want) and never have met their true love yet but fate has other plans even after death, instead of going to heaven or hell, Person A was sent to Person B's home (You could decide on what their lifestyle is). For a while Person A wonders why he's there. Then one day at some accident (You could decide the accident) they were able to keep Person B safe. It turns out Fate sent you there to be your soul mate's guardian angel.