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Izuku, but angst + you die during the war arc :((

he never got to tell you he loved you.

maybe it’s trivial, how this keeps him up at night. considering everything that him and his classmates had been through over the past few months, he should feel relieved that finally- he can have a safe nights sleep.

but the burn of regret in his stomach is too much- it’s overwhelming- suffocating.

everyone feels it- the weight of your passing, the space you left empty, but izuku especially. your close relationship was something your classmates were aware of- their words of condolence and comfort are constant.

he can see the look in peoples eyes when your mentioned, how the room goes silent and heads turn to him. he wishes it would all just stop.

the publicity of your death haunts him- the live recording of your final moments played on repeat as he struggles to sleep. he watches as you take your final blow, the fight in you still there until the very end. before he watches as the colour drains from your face- the light lost in your eyes.

he never got to tell you he loved you.

he hopes that you knew- even if he hadn’t said it explicitly. you had to have known, surely. maybe he only convinces himself that to keep himself sane.

he misses everything about you- your voice, your laugh, your smile. not a day goes by that he doesn’t mourn your passing.

your grave is never empty of flowers, he makes sure of it. even if he struggles to go himself at first. he gets bakugo to drop them off at your grave on his runs before he builds up the courage to visit you.

when he does eventually visit you he’s a mess, his friends a couple meters behind him as he reads your name in the stone for the first time.

it’s as though it all breaks at once- unable to hold himself up he falls to his knees, hands gripping the material covering his thighs as he chokes back a sob.

it’s weeks after your death when izuku finally visits your grave, it’s then when it really hits him. the true weight of your last breath falls heavy onto his shoulders— your never coming back.

and you never knew that he loved you.

ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ, ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ MASTERLIST

ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ ᴍ.

synopsis: Izuku finds out his childhood friend is not dead, and is in fact, a villain. Crazy, right?

warnings: angst, blood, bodily harm/injury, murder, death, M*neta, breakdowns, depression, panic attacks, reader is a lil shit, swearing, underage alcohol consumption, hormones, making out, and more that I will say if it’s mentioned.

an: chapter names subject to change and not set in stone

“You’re not dead?!?”

“Motherfucker I was never dead??”

Prologue : innocence is fragile

Chapter 1 : streetmarket mayhem

Chapter 2 : surprise, I’m a villain and not dead!

Chapter 3 : rehab and a short reunion

Chapter 4 : i don’t want to hang out with idiots

Chapter 5 : let me help you

Chapter 6 : why won’t you let me help you?

Chapter 7 : it’s nothing personal

Chapter 8 : hey don’t do that

Chapter 9 : let me in

Chapter 10 : im too young to be a father!

Chapter 11 : the man that you are Deku

Chapter 12 : progress

Chapter 13 : i think..i might let you in

Chapter 14 : panic attacks, I missed you

Chapter 15 : i am here

Chapter 16 : cuddles and maybe more

Epilogue : thanks for everything, my hero

TEASER FOR SMUT SCENE

@candiiee 2024

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created by @getstarried (actually a drawing thing, but I decided to write one shots/whatever instead)

warnings: some of them mayyy contain smut, but most will be fluff :), maybe angst

summary: basically just deku everyday.

an: everything will probably not be published in the day it’s supposed to be, as this is veryy last minute

DAY ONE: Bunny Deku

DAY TWO: Scars

DAY THREE: Villian

DAY FOUR: Costume swap

DAY FIVE: Blushing

DAY SIX: Thighs

DAY SEVEN: Fav food

DAY EIGHT: Sleepy

DAY NINE: Pets

DAY TEN: Support Course AU

DAY ELEVEN: Mid battle

DAY TWELVE: Post battle

DAY THIRTEEN: Muscles

DAY FOURTEEN: Fav hairstyle

DAY FIFTEEN: Pro hero

DAY SIXTEEN: Cry

DAY SEVENTEEN: Fem Deku

DAY EIGHTEEN: Fantasy AU

DAY NINETEEN: Car/Motocycle

DAY TWENTY: Stress Reliever

DAY TWENTY-ONE: Girls Night

DAY TWENTY-TWO: FRUIT

DAY TWENTY-THREE: Blackwhip

DAY TWENTY-FOUR: Teacher

DAY TWENTY-FIVE: Tatoos

DAY TWENTY-SIX: Vanpire

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN: Undercover

DAY TWENTY-EIGHT: Beach Day

DAY TWENTY-NINE: Hero Merch

DAY THIRTY: Magical Girl

DAY THIRTY-ONE: Overlay

@candiiee 2024

idea belongs to @getstarried!

ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ: ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ

ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ ᴍ

summary: your childhood

warnings: nightmares, anxiety, depression, murder, death, violence, mention of running away

an: izuku is honestly a cute beam of sunshine here in reader’s sad little life. Not proofread.

“Y/N?” His soft breaks you out of your self deprecating thoughts. You’re both sitting under a tree, watching Bakugo and his lackeys play heroes in the playground.

You look up into his soft doe eyes. “Yeah?”

“Are you okay? I..couldn’t help but notice you seemed to be sad.” Izuku says, looking concerned.

You smile in fake happiness, “I’m fine. Why aren’t you with them?” You gesture towards Bakugo with a nod of your head.

“Oh..well, cause I’m, y’know, quirkless, and stuff, he doesn’t want me to join in. Cause heroes have quirks..and they're playing heroes. Actually, why aren’t you with them?” He twiddles his fingers nervously.

You frown, “That’s stupid. You can be a hero if you wanted to Izuku. And I’m not with them cause Bakugo thinks a quirk called ‘pickpocket’ sounds villainy.”

He flushes, eyes widening, in hope you think. "Really..?" Practically ignoring what you said after.

You nod, "You can be one, Izuku." Secretly wishing he would assure you that your quirk wasn’t evil, but it’s not like you could talk.

He blinks, a bunch of unreadable emotions going through him. "Thank you.."

You pause, "What time is it? I think I have to go now." He frowns, "You haven't even been here that long." You pause, thinking of a lie.

"Er..I have an appointment." You say, hoping he believes it.

He pauses not quite believing it, but too nice to pry. "Ok..see you tomorrow?" He asks hopefully.

You smile and nod, relieved he somewhat believed you. "I'll try." He hoped he wouldn't question how and why you planned on going home. Or how you even got here at the park for that matter.

Yep, nothing suspicious about a five year old going to a park all by themselves.

You waved bye, “Bye Izuku.” As you left, you passed by Bakugo, and stuck your tongue out.

He glares at, looking like he’s about to say something, but you’re too far to hear it.

The walk home is adventurous. Following your parent’s advice, use and ‘practice’ your quirk’s abilities by ‘borrowing’ wallets. You knew it was wrong. But your daily practice helped your family get by. Granted, the least they could do was be proud of you for helping.

You make it home, dumping your pockets contents, save for some 5 dollar bills. “Mom.” You say, announcing your arrival.

Just another normal day as a low rank thief.

—————

You’re eight now. With a bigger knowledge of the world and reality then any child should know. Using your quirk everyday to see what’s inside other’s pockets, then pickpocketing it.

Downright evil. You can’t help but feel glad Izuku won’t ever get to know. He’d try to save you or whatever.

You still continue meeting up with him at the park, playing together. Even though he would probably like to visit you, and maybe a bit hurt that you refuse.

That is, till you see your parents die.

A completely normal day. Mother hits you for not meeting the quota. You don’t cry. You’re used to it.

Your dad doesn’t show up till late night, and frantic. He immediately starts packing up after a brief conversation with your mom and a lot of yelling. Soon your mom joins in, telling you to make yourself useful and help.

So you do. And right in the process of stuffing your saved and stolen money into all your pockets, you hear someone banging on the door.

And who could that be, so late at night? And why did your parents look so terrified?

“We’re too late.” Your mother utters, standing still in terror. “Late?” You question.

That snaps her out of it. “Hide in the cupboards. Now.”

You blink, “Why?”

“Just do it!”

More banging, and curses.

She grabs your old stuffed dog toy, long discarded, and shoves it into your hands. “Don’t make a sound, and hang onto that.”

She pushes you into a cramped cupboard, and you protest. “Stay here and if you hear anything, don’t scream, don’t cry, don’t make a sound. Got it?”

You blink in shock, “Why..?”

She deeply inhales, “Your father borrowed money from people, bad people. So now they want to hurt him. And they don’t care who. So hide.”

That shuts you up. You nod, and your mother sighs, “Good. And don’t come out till you hear absolutely nothing.” She pauses, and the door breaks. “I love you.” She closes the door, and leaves you in darkness.

You hear screaming, and gunshots. It makes you jump, and you close your eyes shut. You dare to crack the door, just a bit.

What you see makes you wish you had obeyed. Your blood runs cold. Your dad lies dead, bleeding from his head, eyes lifeless but wide open.

Your mom was a gun pressed against her head.

“Where’s the money!” The man, at least you think is on, barks.

“U-under the mattress!” Your mom manages to say.

Which she would be right. If not for the fact that while you were packing up, you had grabbed it and put it in your pockets. You stiffen. If your mom died, her blood would be on you.

One of the men stormed into your shared room. A bunch of noises of things getting tossed around, and he returned, shaking his head. “Nuthin.”

The man cocks the gun. “Last chance.”

“I don’t know!” She cries. The gun goes off. And your mom falls over in a pool of her own blood.

You almost cried out and got out of the darn cupboard. But you remember her words.

You wanted to go out there and kill them. But now is not the time. You grip the stuffie, practically strangling it.

You wake up in a cold sweat. You blink. Oh right. You are not eight anymore. You are seventeen, had some kills under your belt, and was living in a shoddy abandoned shed on the top of a rooftop.

You rub your eyes, thinking about how somehow, your eight year old self had stuffed everything they could into a backpack, opened the window and never looked back.

You even still had that darn stuffie. It was a miracle you had lived this long. No thanks to heroes.

Today was a new day of stealing, maybe killing if anyone got in your way. Granted, you had already gotten your revenge by slitting their throats with a knife, after a long three years of stalking.

And you did feel guilty for indirectly being the reason your mother died. And maybe the authorities were on your tail. But you had outrun them. Maybe. Probably.

You sigh, surveying your scars on your arm. Caused by getting into knife fights with low rank scum.

You get off the floor and your sad excuse of a mattress, and start your day.

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┄ PLAY THIS WHEN I'M GONE

➳ Izuku Midoriya x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— content warnings: f!reader, angst, mentions of suicide, characters are aged up, written in Izuku's pov

— word count: 0.8k

Inspired by: Play This When I'm Gone by Machine Gun Kelly

My body felt numb as I sat at the table, a pen and a piece of paper in front of me.

For ten minutes I've been sitting at the table trying to find the right words to use, the words that would tell anyone who reads them why I died.

I'm writing you this message just so I can say that I love you I had to let you know that everything about me was you

With a heavy heart I finally gathered the courage to pick the pen up and start what felt like he hardest thing I've ever had to do.

Dear Y/N,

I just want to tell you that i love you with every fiber in my being, and I always will no matter what.

But I can no longer go on like this, nothing I do anymore feels right and I can't seem to justify any of my actions anymore. But I need you to know that you have given me the greatest possible happiness.

I think it's time for me to leave but I'll never leave you I just looked at your pictures so the last thing I did was see you

You ought to know, you were my best friend. You were. I know you loved me. I loved you. No one should have gone through what we went through, but we did. And it kills me whenever I think about it.

I know you’ll miss me, but don’t. I am the lowest being that there’ll ever be; you should live your life without me. I promise you’ll be able to move on. I’ll be in your heart always. no matter what.

I'm twenty-nine, my anxiety's eating me alive I'm fighting with myself and my sobriety every night And last time I couldn't barely open up my eyes, I apologize

I'm leaving you. I hope in the next life I will have a better childhood, parents, and friends. I hope the next life is better than this life, I hope it's not as sad as this life.

I wish that I would have gotten the help I needed. I wish I was able to open up and be able to cry. I wish the world was fair. But It's not. And I'm sorry. I hope you can understand why I'm leaving, though it may take a while.

I'm not gonna lie and tell you it's alright, it's alright You're gonna cry and, baby, that's alright, it's alright

I'm sorry for the pain I'm going to put you through. It's my fault your going to be sad now.

I'm not going to try and tell you to move on like I should, because I don't want you to. I know it sounds selfish, but even though I'm leaving, I don't want you to forget about me.

It would be easier to tell you that my death is no big deal, and that you'll be okay, but you know I hate lying to you.

You're gonna cry and, baby, that's alright, it's alright

I don't want you to hate me for what is already done, and I don't want you to cry, but I know you will.

I wanted to stay with you forever, I wanted you to be my forever. But fate had other plans for us.

I hope you get to go to all the places that I showed you When I was on the road and couldn't be home to hold you

I know I wasn't always there for you when you needed me to be. And for that I'm sorry.

I tried to make good things in my life and all of that is a fucking mistake, I cant even look people in the eyes anymore, I have lost confidence in myself.

Part of me doesn't want this cruel world to know you So just try and keep in mind everything that I told you

I know when you think about how I went, you'll get it. I was always uneasy about being alive. The idea of being dead makes me feel clear. When I think of it. It makes me think peace.

There used to be days that I thought I was okay, or at least that I was going to be. We'd be hanging out somewhere and everything would just fit right and I would think 'it will be okay if it can just be like this forever' but of course nothing can ever stay just how it is forever.

I'm twenty-nine and society's eating me alive I'm fighting what comes this notoriety every night This is the last time I'll ever open up my eyes, I apologize

This letter will be the last time you ever hear from me, but I don't believe that this is truly the end for us. I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world, and I’ll be waiting for you there.

I'll wait as long as it takes.

And I'll miss you

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