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Middle school! Izuku Midoriya x blind! reader

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Ah, bullying. Something that was well known to Izuku Midoriya. And even more so to you, Y/N. But as long as you had each other, things would be fine. One fair morning you walked back home after school, hand in hand. Izuku trying to act completely normal and that this was just something best friends do. Obviously. You did have a walking stick, to help feel your way around, but you trusted Izuku.

Izuku glanced at you, taking in your appearance. Your dull e/c eyes, your nice h/c hair, your calm expression. He sighed, you were beautiful. You turned to face him, and he immediately looked away, forgetting you were blind. “Mm, Zuku?” You asked, “Yeah?”

“Thanks for defending me. But I was totally fine back there.” You say, smiling. Izuku flushed, rubbing the back of his neck, babbling. “I-it wasn’t a problem! And, while I know you can defend yourself just fine, it was Kachan, and I don’t think he was gonna go easy on you.”

You nodded, biting your lip. “True. But you got hurt because of me.” Izuku nodded, shaking his head. “It’s fine! Just as long as you’re fine, Y/N.” he said, looking at his feet. You paused, looking at him. God, you were beautiful. He thought to himself.

You tsked. “The least I can do for you is heal your bruises.” Izuku stopped walking, letting go of your hand. “N-No, that’s not necessary! Don’t waste your quirk on me! That’ll leave you tired!” You shook your head, taking his wrist. “I want to. Now show me the bruises, and whatever scrapes you have.”

He blushed, gulping. “F-Fine..” he rolled up his sleeves, and she took his arm, feeling him. She stared at nothing, then pinched him. He tensed, “That hurt.” She smiled, “Calm down. I need to feel your bruises. So if you don’t wanna feel pain, be a good boy and tell me exactly where they are.”

He huffed, taking her hand and showing him all his injuries. You nodded, feeling everything. Slowly you started to heal him, the colour’s dim aura surrounding his injuries. Finally you finished, and stepped back, wobbling a bit.

He immediately steadied you, and took your backpack off of your shoulders. You furrowed your eyebrows. “Hey, give it back.” He shook his head indignantly. “No. I’ll take it for you. You’re tired.” You grumbled, but didn’t refuse. “Fine.” He nodded, then shyly took your hand again, and you made your way back home. Just two friends, walking home, with absolutely no feelings for the other one. Obviously. And he totally wasn’t thinking about how he had a cut on his face and that he could have had you touch his face with your soft and gentle hands. Nope.

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Done! :)

𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜! :))

This will be organized later and made prettier

What I will do: fluff, angst, fluffy angst, head cannons, mature themes can be implied, but I will not write smut. Only x reader. Because I need to feed the delulu. Also, later on I will organize this stuff

I do not write x male reader, solely cause I am not a guy and have no idea what a guy thinks-

I will write for gender neutral and female

Fandoms:

(May expand later)

MHA: (who I will write for)

Izuku Midoriya

Shoto Todoroki

Katsuki Bakugo

Eijiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

(Basically any MHA boy)

And if there any weird requests, then brother ewww.

also, don’t expect me to automatically write it for you. I have a life. And I can say no to writing a oneshot.

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aged up! Izuku M. x female!reader

warnings: suggestive, sexual activity mentioned, swearing, slight perv Izuku, M*neta, bit of alcohol consumption, angst at the end, making out.

summary: after giving your best friend head, a kiss, and a lap dance, thanks to a dare, you’re left feeling confused about your feelings for him, and wondering what even are you now.

(this is as nsfw I’m probably gonna ever get chat)

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Ah, truth or dare, ruiner of friendships and drama causing. And it sure seemed like it had ruined yours. You had stupidly chosen dare, and had payed the price. Bakugo grinned, watching you squirm as you tried to forget what had transpired.

“Kiss Deku, give him a lap dance and give him head.” Bakugo had stated, a shit eating grin on his face. Your face has turned so red, the only one whose face turned even redder was Izuku. He started to protest, saying it was a bad idea, but a dare was a dare. So you did.

You now sat back down in your spot, face flushed and not meeting Izuku’s eyes, him doing the same. But for different reasons. You because you weren’t sure what you thought of Izuku now, fuck, you were friends! Izuku was internally panicking, all thoughts going a mile a minute.

He had liked what you had done to him. How good it had felt. How nice the short and sweet kiss had been. And the thoughts in his head were a mix of wondering what you were thinking, and some of them lewd. It seemed right in a way, kissing you and you on your knees in front of him, taking him in your mouth. Gosh dammit, he had always thought about how it would feel to kiss you, have you sucking him off. But you were friends. Best friends even. His stupid little heart didn’t seem to understand that though.

Sero watched them, then spoke, “So..how’d it go?” You shot him a glare, while Izuku looked at the ceiling. “Must have felt real nice having a hot girl taking your dick in her mouth, ey Midoriya? And a lap dance. You sure scored today.” Mineta said, smirking. “Lucky you.”

Kaminari smacked him in the head, sitting next to Jiro.“Shut up Mineta. Keep your thoughts to yourself.”

Mineta yelped in pain, glaring at him. “Hey!” He said, rubbing the back of his head. “I was just stating the obvious! I would be happy if a hot girl gave me head.”

Uraraka threw a pillow at him. “Leave her alone Mineta.” She said, looking pissed.

Hagakure hummed, “But actually, did it go went well enough?” Mina nodded, looking way too excited for this. “Yeah! You gotta at least say Y/N-chan was good or something! And if..” she gave Midoriya a pointed look. “If you have any untold feelings, if you will for her.”

Izuku stammered, “I-I-“ he said, not getting a word out.

“Guys, leave them be.” Todoroki spoke, “And it’s getting late.”

“But was it good at least..?” Mineta asked. Izuku turned redder, trying to answer and say something that wouldn’t make him feel more aroused and nervous then he already was. “I-“

“Well it’d be weird if it didn’t.” Sero interrupted. “I’m sure L/N has some skills.”

You threw a pillow at him, “Oh shut up tape elbows.” You hiss, looking flustered.

“I’m gonna go to my room.” You announced, getting up. “See you idiots later.” You say, not sparing a second glance.

Izuku watched you leave, trying not to look at your ass and still feeling conflicted about what he felt.

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You looked at the bottle on your hand, taking another sip and feeling the burn in your throat. While you normally didn’t drink this shit, you figured today was an exception. You didn’t even like it. Sugar Crash played on your phone, as you sat on the floor, scrolling through your pictures of you and Izuku.

You looked at the bottle more closely, not even remembering how you had this is your possession. You think Sero gave it to you once, to try and you never did till now.

Some of it dribbled off your lips, and you didn’t even bother wiping it off. Normally you weren’t this pathetic, but your thoughts were so confusing you didn’t know what else to do.

You were pathetic. Things were already starting to appear hazy. Your thoughts slow and stupid. Thoughts like how nice it felt to kiss Izuku, how gentle he had been. How bigger his dick was than you expected. You literally slapped yourself. “My God Y/N how fucking stupid can you be.” You said angrily to yourself.

Suddenly you heard a knock at the door, momentarily stopping your self hate. Considering you were drunk, opening the door and making poor decisions wasn’t probably the best idea, but who gave a fuck? You got up, bottle still in hand. You stumbled a bit, but made your way to the door, opening it.

“Whatcha want.” You say, looking at the newcomer as you take another swish of the alcohol. It was Izuku. His eyes widened, seeing your state. You, his best friend and crush, eyes watery and hazy, licking your lips, alcohol bottle in your hand as you leaned backwards a bit. You hiccuped, not seeing how concerned he was.

“I-uh, Y/N, why are you drunk?” He asked nervously, biting his lip. You shrugged, “Why not? Want some?” Izuku eyed the bottle in your hand, licking his lips nervously. “I uhhh..”

“Come on. Don’t be a wimp.” You say, sticking out your tongue. He pauses, then gulps. “Uh..f-fine.” You nod, giving him the bottle as he follows you inside your room. He eyes it carefully, then takes a sip, choking a bit. “That..tastes awful.” He manages to choke out.

You giggle, “Yeah..but whatever.” You take it from him, taking another sip. He smacks his lips tasting the smallest taste of your lips from the bottle, then asks. “Are you..okay?” Trying not to think about the indirect kiss.

“Me? I’m just dandy!” You say, weakly smiling, sitting on your bed, legs dangling. “Just take another sip of the alcohol man.” You add, licking your lips, handing it to him. He looks at it again, then takes another sip, then another. “Atta boy!” You say, watching him.

He stands in front of you, looking at you intently. You pause, a stupid idea forming. “Wanna make out?” You ask, looking at him, the alcohol working its magic.

He goes red, “H-hah?!” You pause, “I’m joking-“ you’re cut off by his lips smashing into yours, as he pushes you onto your bed, the kiss sloppy, and he moaned of pleasure as your lips met in a bruising kiss. It only took you a moment to recover, then you were kissing him back just as fiercely, his hands going down to your hips as he kissed you with a hunger that shocked even himself. He tastes the alcohol on your breath, as you wrapped your legs around him, one of your hands in his hair, clutching it as you deepen the kiss. “Mm shit Y/N..” he groans, running his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for entry.

You quickly comply, parting your lips slightly, and without hesitation he slides his tongue in, running it all over your mouth. Your tongues meet, tangling together as he moans into your mouth, and you can start to feel something hard poking your thigh. You ignore it however, moaning as you and him continue passionately making out.

You finally pull away, a thick string of saliva connecting your tongues. “Hah..” Izuku says, face flushed and eyes hazy, the bit of alcohol he took having its effect. He looked at you, hair all messy, makeup smeared, and thought you were the beautifulest girl he had ever laid eyes on. “Fuck..Y/N.. you’re beautiful.”

You blink in surprise, “S-say what?” You manage to choke out, face turning red. He continues, “Yeah..you know, you’re really good at giving head..can’t believe those weak assed boyfriend’s of yours didn’t stick around. Obviously, there’s more to a relationship than just that, but I think I would be a better boyfriend.”

You cough, “Izuku, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” You pause, all reason leaving your mind. “Huh..you know, I wouldn’t be completely against that.. can’t believe you haven’t had a girlfriend yet. Like you’ve only had causal relationships so far.”

He scoffs, “Yeah.. I’ve wondered how it’d be like to date you. I know I could treat you better. I’m glad Bakugo dared you to do all that. Best feeling I’ve ever felt.”

You pause, licking your lips. “Your dick was bigger than I thought it was.” You say shamelessly. He smirks, “Yeah? I’m not just a nerd you know. I have surprises. Bet I could have you screaming.”

You hum, “Maybe. But not now.” He scoffs, he wanted to feel you around him, taking him completely. “Fine..”

“Wanna continue to make out?” He asks, and you nod. “Sure.” He pounces on you, kissing you sloppily, immediately sliding his tongue in. He whines in your mouth, and you both make lewd noises.

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You wake up on your bed, feeling awful. “Fuck..” you say, then feel it. You rush to the bathroom, vomiting to your hearts content. Your vomiting wakes up Izuku, his hair even more messier than it already is. He blinks slowly, then remembers what he did. You and him made out. The thought excites him, surely that makes you something more now. Then he hears you vomiting. That itself makes him sick too.

You exit the bathroom, hair messy and eyes watery. “Wait, what are you doing in my room? Did we have a sleepover or sum shit?”

He blinks, “What..?” You look at him confused, all memory’s after the alcohol gone and fuzzy. He pauses, his heart sinking and feeling hurt. You don’t remember.

“Oh..I went to check up on you then we ended up falling asleep.” He lies, looking at you, his smile fake. You blink, that makes sense. You’re friends. “Oh, thanks man.” He nods, swallowing as his heart breaks. “Yeah..”

“No problem. What are friends for?”

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chat I tried 😔

I don’t like the ending, it was kinda rushed

if you can’t tell, I love to write for Izuku ‼️

HES JUST SO AUGH

Like look at those THIGHS

AUGHH

And he looks the prettiest crying or in pain- LIKE LOOK AT THAT SCENE WHERE TOGA LOOKS AT HIM, SO DELICIOUSLY BROKEN AND BRUISED- HE LOOKED SO FINE AND SCRUMPTIOUS-

(Guys, don’t tell me you don’t think that’s not true)

LIKE I SEE WHY TOGA LIKES GUYS LIKE THAT

Ok so apparently people like my Deku x reader angst Drabble thing over my longer oneshot slightly angsty thing of him. 😀

Like I see how it is 🙄

I wanna make a Izuku x villain reader series. But, reader is his childhood friend who went missing after he confessed he liked her in elementary school. Later, in U.A., he’s on a patrol, when he runs into a villain wreaking havoc in an outside market. And much more, angst, fluff, maybe nsfw (not smut), ex friends to lovers, etc.

I mean look at that face. Imagine not liking him??

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Izuku M. x female reader (aged up!)

summary: you get hit by a love quirk, and poor Izuku gets smothered with your love and affection

warning: horny reader, swearing, M*neta, reader ready to rail him

an: based off a c.ai bot. Crack. Idk what spurred me to write this

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You were out on patrol, your fellow heroes in training Red Riot and Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight at your side. You were all after a villain, who had some weird love quirk that made people overly affectionate and, well, horny… you couldn’t have that happening obviously.

You leaped at the villian, a kick aimed at the head, when suddenly, he touched your leg with his hand swiftly, and you felt something tingly spreading through your body, and you fell limp.

Kirishima’s scream could be heard in the background, and last thing you saw was black boots as your vision faded to black.

You woke up in your room, eyes hazy and vision blurry as you came to. You felt..weird. And hungry.

Izuku started to make himself a sandwich, having been craving it for quite a while and hadn’t found the time to make one. Suddenly you walked into the kitchen, stumbling a bit.

He greeted you, smiling a bit. “Hi L/N!” You and him weren’t friends per se, but you were on good terms, and he definitely didn’t find you attractive. His eyes met yours, and he could immediately tell something was wrong.

Your pupils were heart shaped, face flushed and eyes half lidded, a hungry look on your face.

Izuku blinked in surprise, breaking the eye contact. She hadn’t answered, instead walking over. This was creeping him out.

Though from what he could tell, she was under some quirk’s effects. Suddenly he felt a weight behind him, arms snaking their way around him, pulling him flush against her.

He went red, while he had hugged a girl before, the unexpected sensation of a behind hug was startling. “H-hah?! L/N?” He managed to say, his hands moving frantically.

This wasn’t real. The girl he had liked was hugging him. This isn’t real this isn’t real, He thought, turning redder and redder.

“Hello Izuku-chan!” What you said muffled as you pressed your face into his back, your hands slipping under his shirt, causing him to flinch and deeply inhale as your hands touched what they could reach.

He started to stutter, trying to put together a sentence, as he suddenly let out a squeak as he felt your hands caressing his toned torso, pinching his skin. If he endured any more of this he would explode.

He somehow managed to pry your sneaky fingers away from him, turning around to face you, grabbing you by the shoulders and holding you at arm’s length.

“L-L/N! What was that!” He stuttered, feeling slightly disappointed to lose the warmth of you.

You tilted your head, gazing at him hungrily. “I wanted a snack.” You coo, eyeing him up and down. He swallow thickly, “O-oh..uh..I can..make you a sandwich?” He asks nervously, feeling hot under your gaze, looking away.

You hum, “Nah. How about..you?” You say, shamelessly drooling and a million different, ahem, positions running through your head.

At your words his grip on you tightens, his nails digging into your skin, but not that it hurts too bad. “H-hah?! M-me?! A s-s-snack?!” The poor freckled boy managed to say, not sure if he heard that right.

Him? A snack? Impossible.

You nod quickly, then blurt out shamelessly. “I want your babies. Cute green haired babies. Pleaseeee?” You ask, somehow removing his hands on you and jumping into his chest. “Please fuck me.” You continue to say, and he just about dies.

It’s too much. The seductive look you’re giving him, and he faints, blood gushing from his nose, face beet red.

You look down at him, and lick your lips. He just made your job easier. “Hehe.” You giggle, “I’m gonna fuck him today!”

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The second he feels someone’s hands on him, undoing the knot of his gym shorts he immediately slaps their hands away, and finds himself staring at you.

You huff, “Oh come on!” You whine. You look oh so disappointed, your snack was ready! How could he take it away?!

He rapidly blinks, face red as he fumbles to retie the knot. If he hadn’t woken up in a minute, he would have found his dick getting devoured.

He doesn’t know what to say. And how has no one entered the kitchen?! “L-L/N!” He whines, “D-don’t d-do that!”

You pout, “But whyy? I wanted a snack! Why you gotta take it away..” you grumble. He swallows, finding his thoughts drifting to very, very impure thoughts. He shakes his head, mentally slapping himself.

“N-no.” He managed to say, and wanting to cringe at how unserious it sounds. While the thought of doing anything with you does excite him, you’re not in the right mind. But darn the face you’re giving him is making him almost crumble.

“We can’t.” You frown, crawling onto him, and he turns redder as you straddle him. “But I wanna fuck! Please?” You beg, your bottom lip quivering.

Izuku is praying someone walks in so he doesn’t give in to you. And someone does. But oh gosh. Anyone but him. Mineta is drooling. “Fucking? Count me in!”

Candace frowns. “Oh fuck no. Your ass? Hell no.” She hugs Izuku, pushing his face into her boobs, still straggling him. “You’re not fucking him, I’m fucking him!”

Mineta sputters, looking ever so jealous at how snug Izuku’s face is, nestled in your cleavage. “Him? I want to do the dirty with you! Is this about that one time I said that one thing? I didn’t mean it!”

You glare at him, hugging Izuku tighter as he turns redder and redder. “He’s mine! Fuck off.” Mineta grumbles, and reluctantly leaves. You pull away from Izuku, his face oh so red, and look at him, so much heat in your gaze. And you whisper,

“Now where were we?”

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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.

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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.

@candiiee 2024

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You and I 01

Whether in canon or in fantasy, whether already in love or falling, whether naughty or nice, You and Izuku always find your way to each other.

The Bracelet SFW

Hello and welcome to story 10000000 or so. XD

This is a little project I’ve been thinking about for a while.

Izuku Midoriya is not only my favourite character in MHA, but he is also currently number one of my anime crushes.

I swear if this boy was real and my age I would marry him on the spot!

Since I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who loves our Green Bean I thought about making this One-Shot Collection for all us Izuku-Fangirls.

It will be cute and also dirty.

So there will be for anyone something there to read.

I will update this story when I get ideas for a One-Shot.

I take requests, but only if I feel comfortable writing this story you propose, some things like suicide in it I won’t write as examples.

Please understand.

Now enjoy the first love story of Izuku and You!

The first One-Shot is just a little cute and short story with a bracelet. SFW.

Love hurt.

Love was a bitch.

Love was a fucking villain who beat you up and left you bleeding to death on a dirty alleyway, you were sure.

It felt like a thousand knives rammed themselves into your heart as you saw Izuku, your crush and Uraraka, your frenemies, playing together a card game and being sugary sweet with each other.

God, you wanted to throw up.

Since you guys all moved into the dorms of U.A. you could see how these two grow closer any day.

Of course, it was like living together...with 18 other people but whatever.

The most important thing was, how Izuku and Uraraka got closer and you considered joining the villains to get rid of her.

Kidding, of course, you were kidding, but the jealous side of you had unkind ideas towards your rival.

Stupid Uraraka with her cute face and stupid cute quirk!

She was the perfect girly girl and you...we're so not.

First, you had a pretty manly Quirk, as Eijiro liked to say. 

Second, you weren't all pink and glitter and rainbows.

Yeah, why should Izuku choose you over Uraraka?

No one would.

Signing you got up from one of the couches and made your way to your room.

Not noting how your bracelet, a gift from your dear grandmother, fell from your arm, you were just too depressed.

However, someone saw.

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You lay in your bed like a death starfish staring at the ceiling like it has all the answers to your love problems as it knocks on your door.

"Come in.", you said with a lifeless voice.

"[Your Last Name]...are you okay?"

You sat so fast up that you nearly got whiplash.

Izuku!

Izuku was here!

In your room!

Oh my god!

What did he want?!

"Hey Midoriya.", you quacked out. "What brings you to my humble home."

Shyle he holds your bracelet up in the air.

"I saw how you lost it and wanted to give it back.", he explained.

You jumped out of bed and took the bracelet.

"Oh thank you Izuku, this bracelet is so important to me, I would be so sad if I lost it."

"I had a feeling, you wear it even in your Hero Costume.", he noted with a cute blush.

He took so much note of you, that he remembers this?

"Yeah, you are right.", you say a bit stupified. 

Nervously you try to put it back on, yet thanks to your sweaty fingers, the bracelet slips away from you.

"Erm, may I?", ask you Izuku, pointing at the bracelet.

You just nod, cheeks a flame, as he puts the bracelet back on your wrist.

"You know my grandfather gifted my grandmother this bracelet.", you hear yourself say to him. Why are you telling him this romantic story? "He asked her with it to be his girlfriend when they were both 16 and then at 18 they married."

Izuku looks at you with his beautiful green eyes and smiles softly.

"That's a really sweet story."

"Grandma gifted it to me on my birthday, saying the bracelet would bring my destined love to me. Isn't it funny, hahaha? And you brought it back to me, erm I mean, forgot what I said."

You would shut your mouth up with Sero's tape! 

Why are you such a basket case?!

Why do you say such things to him when he has Uraraka?

You are making a fool out of you!

Only Izuku didn't look at you like you were an idiot, he had a soft blush on his cheeks.

"Oh really...this sounds nice.", he mumbles and rubs his neck.

Huh?

You blink and your mouth is faster than your brain: "Do you wanna get a juice with me?"

His green eyes sparkle formally in happiness and your heart beats faster.

Oh...!

 "It's a date."

You both giggle and Izuku takes your hand in his.

Together you make your way to the next cafe to get your juices.

Maybe your grandma was right...

/*/

Two years later when you and Izuku are 18 and marry you wear of course the bracelet that brought your destined love to you and when your daughter is 16 you hand it to her and tell her how this bracelet would lead her to her love, like it with you and her father.

Izuku hugs you from behind and kisses you, eagerly you kiss him back, while your daughter rolls her eyes at you two.

Uurgh, you were so lovey-dovey it gave her caries!

You and I: Index

Whether in canon or in fantasy, whether already in love or falling, whether naughty or nice, You and Izuku always find your way to each other.

The Bracelet SFW

Hades!ReaderXPersephone!Izuku NSFW

Hogwarts Legacy AU NSFW

You and I 02

Whether in canon or in fantasy, whether already in love or falling, whether naughty or nice, You and Izuku always find your way to each other.

Hades!ReaderXPersephone!Izuku NSFW

This One-Shot is inspired by one of my favourite Greek Myths.

So I took some liberties.

Enjoy!

/*/

Being the Goddess of the Underworld was... alright.

Well, that's what you told your father All Might, the All-Father of the Pantoen, when he visited you.

He always told you, you were the smartest and strongest of his children.

Only you could govern just over the death.

The first thousand years you enjoyed your job.

You found pride in it.

But now...humans never changed.

They killed for money, killed for revenge and even for passion.

Of course, these souls belonged only to Tartarus.

What still hurt you the most were the babies and young children.

Elysium was the only beautiful place in the underworld, only there the little ones belonged.

You loved visiting them.

You know how you could never have children.

You were the underworld, death incarnated, life could never form in you.

Well, it was not like you had a lover or husband.

Still, you sometimes logged for these things.

With a sign, you looked over your papers for today.

It seemed like it would be a normal workday for you.

That's when Tenya, the messenger of the gods, formally crashed into your study.

"Tenya, what the heck?!", you shouted, catching the flying papers around you.

"I'm deeply sorry, Hades.", called Tenya you by your godname. His was Hermes. "But I come with terrible news. The son of Demeter vanished! No one can find him!"

Demeter?

Who was this again?

"Inko? You mean Inko right?"

"Yes, Inko. Persephone just poof vanished."

"Persephone is...?"

"Izuku! My best friend I told you about him!"

"Oh, the boy who practically worships father."

That was all that you knew about this Izuku.

You didn't even know how he looked.

You only heard of him because your father All Might/Zeus has taken him as an apprentice.

It was a bit strange since this Izuku was a Spring God, but your dad saw more in people than most.

"Alright, Tenya, this Izuku is probably lost, why are you here?", you wonder.

He handed you a paper with a drawing picture of Izuku.

"Maybe he fell into the Underworld or Thanatos has him in her claws!", shouted Tenya accusing.

You deadpanned.

"I talked to Himiko, she knows she can't get any more people who aren't ready for death!"

"But are you sure?!"

"Hermes!", your voice thundered and made all shake in your palace. "I think I know my subjects! Don't you dare to challenge my authority! Himiko knows her place!"

The messenger of the gods gave you his deep excuse and then he was off again.

He needed to spread the word to more gods.

You shook your head and looked at the painting of this Izuku.

Huh.

He was quite a looker.

Fitting for a Spring Deity.

And his freckles were adorable!

Well, you could ask Charon/Denki if a god-soul used his ferry to cross the Styx.

Your work could wait a while.

/*/

Izuku knows what he did was wrong.

So, so wrong!

He was normally an obedient son, however his mother was just so protective of him!

After his father left them, his mother kept a close eye on him.

She didn't want to be abandoned again.

That she allowed him to be All Might's apprentice was a miracle in itself.

Well, you couldn't really say no to the King of the Gods, could you?

Anyway, Izuku was now over a thousand years old.

He finally wanted to explore the world.

His mother shot down the idea faster than Tenya could deliver messages.

No, Izuku should stay with her and fulfil his duties as Spring Deity.

Even if spring was long over and it was now summer!

Something in him had just snapped this day.

He packed a little traveller back and off he was.

Izuku didn't have a specific destination, he just wanted to see the world.

Then he found a strange door.

It was round and led into the innermost of a mountain.

Or that's what he thought.

Turns out he had found a Door to the Underworld.

And he was lost!

Just amazing!

He had learnt from his mother how the Underworld was practically as big as the Overworld, yet being there was something different.

The Underworld had a gothic charm going on.

It reminds him of his good friend Tokoyami aka. Nyx God of the Night.

So Izuku felt at ease and explored.

Then of course a big three-headed dog jumped him!

He could avoid him, but the three-headed dog was ready to attack again.

What should he do?!

"Who are good boys?!", he yelled the first thing which came to mind at the dog.

Incredibly the dog stopped, all three heads titling and their tails wiggling.

"Who are good boys? You are good boys! All of you!", he praised the threeheaded dog.

The dog barked happily and then licked him with his three tongues.

Uurgh, he was now full of dog saliva.

"Well, I never saw someone win over Cerberus so fast.", mussed a female voice.

Was this woman kidding him?

This beast of a dog's name was Spot?!

Cerberus let up from him and wandered over to the woman to lick now her.

Izuku could only see a glimpse of her.

It was like darkness clung to her.

/*/

Talking to Denki didn't give you any information about this lost Izuku.

No God-Soul had passed.

So you returned to your castle and did your duties for the day.

After this was done you made your way over to Elysium.

Just you saw Cerberus, your dog, interacting with someone.

Amused you saw how he licked this person.

As Cerberus heard your voice, he greeted you with dog kisses.

You petted him and then told him to go.

Happily, he trotted away.

You turned to the stranger and...okay was this a Greek Comedy?

The lost Izuku has turned up in the Underworld.

In reality, he was even more handsome, yet you didn't show any sign of your innermost thoughts and looked at the young man with a regal expression.

"Well, what do we have here? A soul who doesn't belong here."

Meanwhile, Izuku blushed up a storm.

He never saw such a beautiful woman like you.

Yes, even Aphrodite/Toru didn't stand a chance against you!

You were... outwordly beautiful.

Yes, this describes it the best.

Izuku noted how you raised an eyebrow in question at him and blushed more.

Oh, dear Gods, he had stared like an idiot!

"I-I'm s-sorry ma'am, I was just passing through?"

You crossed your arms, pushing your breasts together (Not that Izuku stared!) and said dry: "Did you really make it sound like a question, boy?"

Sheepish Izuku rubbed his neck.

"Erm, yeah, I'm just a bit confused. It wasn't my plan to land in the Underworld and then get smooched by your dog."

"That I can see, Izuku, Son of Inko, right?"

"Y-Yes ma'am."

Izuku looked shyly at the floor.

"I just wanted to explore and there was this door and yeah..."

Did he come through an Underworld Door?

"I'm going to kick Himiko's ass.", you grumbled under your breath.

You bet your ass that Himiko had gone out to the human world and forgot to close the door behind her, this was the only explanation why Izuku, who wasn't dead, was here now.

"Excuse me, ma'am."

"Nothing to worry about boy.", you waved it away. "Just I have to talk to one of my people about something. Come on now, I will lead you back to the surface."

Just Izuku didn't move.

You title your head at him confused.

"Something wrong?"

"Ma'am I wish to speak to Hades."

You barely contained a laugh.

Oh, this could be interesting.

"Why do you wanna talk to Hades?", you asked.

The Spring Deity played nervously with his hands before he stood tall and proud.

"I wish to explore the Underworld. I didn't get lost, I just wanted to see more than my and my mother's home."

Wow, this was kinda hot seeing him all confident.

His green eyes sparkled like smarageds.

"Well, I don't have a problem with it, but you should tell your mother this.", you told him with a smile.

It took Izuku three seconds to connect the dots.

"YOU are Hades?!"

"In the flesh."

You made a curtsy.

"My mom always said Hades was a man."

And now I know why, though Izuku looking at you with dreamy eyes. She was surely worried I would lose my heart to you...

Not knowing what Izuku thought, you shrugged your shoulders.

"Yeah, humans who come to me to be judged are always surprised to see a woman and not a man."

"I imagine..."

An awkward silence formed between you, you swore you heard a cricket.

"Come on now, Izuku. Write to your mother and you can be my guest."

"O-Of course."

/*/

Saying Inko was displeased with Izuku's letter and his plead to stay in the Underworld for a while, would be the understatement of the century.

You felt the Earth shake till into the Underworld.

However, Izuku didn't give up and someone could convince his mother to give him a week.

Better than nothing.

You let a guestroom be prepared for him with the sight of Elysium.

He surely would as Spring Deity enjoy the pretty flowers that grow there and the laughs of the children.

Then he was off to explore alone.

You told him when he saw a woman in a pink toga with blond hair in two buns and having way too many knives on her body, that he should run.

Thanatos/Himiko would surely like to slice him up a bit and taste his blood.

The disturbed look on Izuku's face made you laugh.

Anyway, you could finally relax in Elysium.

The children flocked around you, all demanding sitting on your lap.

You gave turns and then played with them catch.

After this was time for a story.

You had currently Eri on your lap, a child who died too soon at the hands of a cruel man and told the children the story of how your father All Might defeated all the Titans, as you saw how Izuku came shy towards your group.

Without interrupting the story you waved him over.

Couries the children made a place for him.

When you finished the story, poor Izuku was bombarded with questions.

The kids had for a long time not seen a living being.

They wanted to know how the world was now and who he was.

Only Eri hugged you tighter and looked at the strange boy in distrust.

The poor precious baby had seen too much evil before her brutal death.

She only trusted you and the children like her.

Izuku did his best to answer all the questions of the little ones, all while thinking how unfair it was that such young humans had to die.

At least they seemed happy here in Elyiusm.

It really was a Paradies.

Then the children, beside Eri, left you to play with the bigger ones who were playing a big game of Hide and Seek.

"You are their new favourite toy.", you joked, which made Izuku smile.

Your heart did not beat faster.

No.

Absolut not.

"I'm happy I could bring them some joy.", then he noted Eri, who was still on your lap hugging you. "Hello sweetie, what's your name?"

In answer, Eri hides her face in your shoulder.

Izuku looked surprised at her, while you signed.

"It's not you...Eri had a brutal death, she doesn't trust anyone besides me and the other kids."

"Oh I'm so sorry.", said Izuku and you heard the compassion in his words.

He even had tears in his eyes.

"What are her favourite flowers?", asked you Izuku.

Blinking you told him Lillies.

Izuku took a deep breath, touched the ground and hundreds of Lillies appeared.

"Eri, look!", you said. "Look what Izuku did for you."

Only because she trusted you, she looked and then gasped in wonder.

Lillies in any colours were around you three!

"F-For m-me?", she stuttered, but she was talking to Izuku!

This was a huge step for her.

You were so proud, like a real mother.

"Yes for you, sweetheart.", told her Izuku gently. "What other flowers do you like?"

"P-Poppys!"

In Izuku's hand appeared a bouquet of multicoloured poppies

He then threw the poppies in the air and with a flourish move of his hand, they flow around you.

You and Eri gasped in wonder.

This was wonderful!

Izuku showing his power made the other kids return, even to older ones and for the rest of the day, he had to give the kids a flower show.

After a while, Eri was even so courageous enough to sit beside you.

All thanks to Izuku and his spring powers.

You felt something in your heart blossom too.

/*/

"I want to thank you.", you said to him as you made your way over to your castle. "You gave the children a wonderful experience something I never could do."

"I hardly believe this, they love your stories. You are an amazing storyteller.", disagreed Izuku.

You hold onto his shoulder to make him stop.

You looked into each other eyes.

Death and Life.

"No Izuku, what you did, I cannot give them. I'm death, not life. I can only weave pretty words together, you can create."

Izuku heard the sadness in your tone and reached with his hand out to stroke your cheek.

Your skin formally burned under his caress.

"I think you are too hard on yourself.", told you Izuku. "You give these children love, the love of a mother, this is more precise than some pretty flowers."

"You are way too sweet.", you grinned to hide your tears. "Careful I will fall in love with you."

This made Izuku blush red like a rose.

You laughed now loud.

He deadpanned at you and then made a red rose appear.

Before you could ask for what this was for, he put it behind your ear.

Stupified you touched it.

What?

"I know we only know each other for a day, but...I feel connected to you.", he confessed.

You gulped.

Oh, this was not good.

So not good.

"You are probably just lusting after me...death has to be alluring."

"Hades, that's not true. I-"

"I will see you tomorrow Izuku!"

With that you're formally stormed into the castle, the red rose falling from your ear.

Izuku picked it up, looking after you with logging.

/*/

After what happened the first day between you two, you tried your best to be a good host to Izuku, but not more.

You could see how he was getting frustrated.

Did he really think death and life could be together?

What a farce!

A shining light like Izuku belongs on the surface and not in your realm of darkness.

So you decide to show him, what exactly was your job.

Surprised he sat beside your throne as you judged over dead humans.

You were just, but cold.

He noted how you punished people who hurt children in any way the hardest.

Then came a difficult case.

The man before you, crying and whimpering, had stolen from people and even killed someone. However, he did all this to buy medicine for his sick son.

You know the boy.

He came to you a week ago.

His father couldn't handle his death and had killed himself.

Difficult.

A loving father who did all for his son.

But also a thief, murderer and suicide victim.

Where should you put him?

"Hades.", whispers Izuku to you. "Let him see his son."

Shocked you turnend to Izuku.

"What why?"

"Do you hear what he is mumbling, he just wants to know his son is happy in Elysium and then he will take your punishment with grace."

Oh...!

You hadn't noted that.

So you listened in and just as Izuku said, the man wanted to see his son one last time, then he would go, where you demanded he belonged.

After thousands of years of judging souls, you had somehow forgotten to listen to what they said.

If it weren't for Izuku you would have just put the man in Tartarus.

The pain of not knowing what happened to his son was nothing against the pain Tartarus inflicted.

You let call for the boy and had to hide your tears as you saw their happy reunion.

The father kissed his son and told him how proud he was and how much he loved him, but they couldn't be together because he did evil things and needed to be punished for it.

The boy understood, hugged his father tight and told him he would love him forever.

After the reunion and sending the father to his rightful punishment you turned to Izuku and said: "You gave me good advice. Will you tomorrow help me again?"

He gave you a brilliant smile in agreement.

/*/

The days with Izuku were bittersweet.

Sweet because he made you see new things, learn them and enjoy with you the beauty of the Underworld.

Bitter because this was the last night.

You were sitting together at the table, both not really eating.

"It will be so quiet without you.", you tried to make small talk.

Izuku just nodded.

You signed.

"Izuku, you promised your mother you would return tomorrow."

"I don't want to.", he murmured, finding your eyes. "There is still so much I wanna do here, also I love helping you with your duties and taking care of the children."

You stared at your chalice.

What could you answer him?

How does anything in you scream that he should stay with you?

How do you wish to live these new feelings he awakes in you?

Could you be this egoistic?

You heard how he stood up from his chair and then kneeled before you.

"Hades...", he began, laying a hand on your knee. It burned. "Just say the word...even if it's only for one night...let me be yours."

You gasped.

No, you couldn't!

But you wanted him!

His light, his warmth, his love!

You shouldn't!

It would be only for one night!

One night had to be enough!

"Call me [Your Name]!", you revealed your name to him, then gripped the back of the head and smashed your lips together.

Never tasted the forbidden fruit so delicious as this kiss.

/*/

Soft moans left your lips, as Izuku worshipped your naked body.

You felt for the first time alive and warm under his lips.

His tongue in your most sacred place, made you cry in ecstasy.

When you become one, you love each other gently.

No need to be rough, to be fast.

You only had one night and you would enjoy it to the fullest.

When he came inside you, you felt an indescribable warmth in your womb.

It was like a flower blossomed into you.

You embraced each other and cried tears.

/*/

You couldn't watch him go.

You tasted love and now it was ripped away from you.

Izuku understood you, of course, he did and left while you slept.

The underworld was again a place without light and laughter.

/*/

A few days later you threw up.

/*/

You looked in wonder and pain at the little bump that had formed on your stomach.

One night had been enough for Izuku to give you what you always craved.

A child.

But how could you raise this child without his father?

/*/

You named her Zakuro (Pomegranate).

She was the mirror of her father.

Green hair and eyes, adorable freckles and full of light and laughter.

Anyone loved her.

Your father, All Might, was shocked as you presented her to him.

You had to hide the pregnancy from him because you didn't want to get Izuku in trouble.

It was of course a stupid plan since you had to birth her one day and then show her to your father.

He just looked on and on at your little wonder and then said only two words: "Young Midoriya?"

You just nodded.

/*/

You were currently trying to make Zakuro fall asleep as you heard a ruckus outside your castle.

One voice was your father.

The other was Inko.

And the third...!

You raced, with Zakuro in your arms out of the castle.

"Izuku!", you shouted in disbelief.

He shouted your name back and had tears in his eyes.

"So it's true, I'm a father!"., he cried a happy tear and came closer to you. "She is so beautiful!"

"Let me see the child.", demanded Inko.

She looked around Izuku and gasped seeing the baby.

"Oh Izuku, she looked like you when you were a babe."

"Mom, can I please hug my family?"

"Oh of course."

Izuku took you both in his arms and kissed Zakuro's tiny forehead.

"Hello, princess, I'm your daddy."

You leaned your head on his shoulder, whispering: "Please stay."

/*/

In the end, you found an agreement.

Izuku would stay six months on the surface with his mother, to take care of his duties as Spring Deity and the other six months he would spend with you and Zakuro in the Underworld, as King of the Underworld and judge with you the souls of the death.

Of course you married, it was a feast that took place in three days with a lot of wine and ambrosia.

Your wedding night was better than the night you made Zakuro because you know a lot more would follow.

You and Izuku had after Zakuro, a son and then another daughter.

Your youngest was a Spring Deity like her father and when she was of age took over Izuku's duties on the surface.

So the two of you would spend the whole year together, besides when you visit family of course.

It seemed so silly that so long ago you thought death and life couldn't be together when they both created balance.

Your love story was one which touched people, sadly it changed a lot over the centuries.

But as long as you had Izuku and your children at your side you could laugh over the silly humans who thought Hades was a man and Persephone a woman.

And so Hades (You) and Persephone (Izuku) ruled over the underworld over all eternity just and with love, laughter and life.

You and I 03

Whether in canon or in fantasy, whether already in love or falling, whether naughty or nice, You and Izuku always find your way to each other.

I do not share J.K. Rowlings disgusting views on Transpeople and all the other shit she is sprouting about people in the LGBTQ+ community.

That woman may have written Harry Potter, but it belongs to us fans now.

Miss Rowling, if you ever read this fuck you and your bigoted views!

The story takes place in the Hogwarts Legacy-Vers.

I freaking love this game!

I tried to not say what House the reader belongs to, so you can be in the House you want.

Now on with the story.

Hogwarts Legacy AU NSFW

Quiet giggles could be heard around the empty halls of Hogwarts.

A male voice shushed a female and the female just giggled more.

Well, you couldn't help yourself.

After, begging for weeks you finally got Izuku to be daring and to break into the Prefect Bathroom to take a bath.

Sometimes you wonder how he landed in Gryffindor, then you remember how he practically fought with Bakugo from Slytherin during Quidditch for the Golden Snitch and you got it.

Under the Disillusionment Spell, you avoid without problems the Prefects who made their rounds.

Finally, you enter the bathroom and dispel the spell.

"Oh I still think this is a bad idea.", mumbled Izuku, while you were busy putting a locking spell on the door.

No one should disturb you.

"Come on Izuku, baby, it will be fun.", you grinned. "Besides Sebastian and Demeter break her in regularly to take a bath and probably to fuck."

Your boyfriend made a face.

"Of course, Sallow gave you this idea."

"And Demeter gave me the Spells."

"Hufflepuffs seem so nice, but all are horny!"

You winked at him and took slowly your clothes off.

Izuku blushed and started to undress as well.

"Love, sleeping in a bed together or at the Room of Requirements is something different than the Prefect Bathroom! If they catch us, Black will give us hell!"

"I would more worry for Professor Weasley, but relax Izu, okay?"

Naked you embrace him and kiss his cheek.

"It will be okay, alright?"

Your boyfriend signed and hugged you back.

Finally, he follows you in the water.

Oh, it was amazing and with all the bubbles, you two had fun making them poop.

Then you washed each other, which of course led to heavy petting and sooner than you could shout Expelliamus, you rode Izuku in ecstasy.

"Oh, baby! Just like that!", you purred.

His dick filled you up completely and hit your G-Spot.

"You are so beautiful, my love.", he moaned, his hand wandering over to your clit, rubbing it in time with his hard trusts.

Oh fuck, you would never get tired of this.

You were addicted to Izuku.

You were so happy his family had moved in your Third Year to Scotland and you both literally crashed against each other.

Best. Day. Ever!

Your lips found each other as you reached your climax together.

Izuku cums filled your pussy, making you purr in delight.

You both enjoyed the aftermath of your session as you heard how someone used Alohomora on your lock spell.

Like two deers Izuku and You turned your heads towards the door.

Oh no, they got you!

"Sebastian! See, I told you I heard noises!"

It was Demeter Somerset, your friend, beside her Sebastian Sallow, her boyfriend, who dramatically closed his eyes with one arm.

"Wow, you kids! Shouldn't you be in bed and not fuck in the Prefect bathroom?!"

Demeter hit him with her elbow in the side.

"Sebastian you gave her the idea and don't play the saint, we are here often enough as well."

The Slyterhin boy just smiled, while his girlfriend rolled her brown eyes behind her glasses.

"[Your Name], Izuku, we are so sorry, we will leave you be."

"Yeah, sorry and try not to get caught!", saluted Sebastian as he followed Demeter out of the bathroom.

You and Izuku turned to each other and couldn't help but laugh.

You had luck that it was just your friends, however it was for the best to call it a night.

Fast you dried and got dressed.

Then like always Izuku escorted you to your Common Room and you said good night with a kiss.

Hogwarts was truly magical mostly because you have found the love of your life there.

/*/

Demeter Somerset is my Hogwarts Lecagy Character/Self-Insert, proud Hufflepuff and of course, dating our favourite Slytherin boy Sebastian Sallow.

I made the timeline intentionally vague.

Only that you aren't Third Year more.

Same with Demeter and Sebastian they aren't Fifth Year anymore, but are they your classmates or your elders or one of them your House Mates you decide. ;D

Maybe We’re Not Meant To Be

Alpha Izuku x Omega Reader

Warning: Sexual Content Below

Word Count: 3.9K

Two years of dating Izuku was no easy task. As sweet as the man is, he often blundered when it came to the love life (or the lack thereof) the two of you shared. No one questions his devotion to you. You’re cold? Midoriya will give you the shirt off his back. You’re hungry? Midoriya runs to the nearest store to grab you something (he doesn’t care if it’s miles away). Two years of dating the most considerate person in the world yet, you selfishly yearned for more.

A mating mark; a silent reminder to onlookers that you were taken by one of the most eligible alphas in Japan. You wanted your skin to be marred by his long fangs and you wanted to leave your own mark on him. But after two years of waiting, it felt as though maybe he didn’t want to mark you. 

‘Maybe we’re not meant to be.’

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i very much want to do a yusuke x delinquent reader from yyh oml

or maybe an izuku x delinquent reader like the iconic punk/nerd pairing where izuku helps them see the brighter parts of life and convinces them to stop committing minor offences anjdhauicahncak

lemme know if youd actually look forward to either of these plsplspls

I would write for male reader as well omlifeeeensjsbskdbsjnfr

just wanna write a mischievous punk reader fic where they smoke, steal, and give themselves random piercings ouhfnvowidsnlva 😩😩😩

yO omg i just found ur page and i love it so hi im requesting : )

can i get izuku x male reader (or gn! idrc) where the reader is pretty stoic, like todoroki times a billion, and is only friends (boyfriends LMAO, i should mention id prefer if they r already in a relationship) with izuku, like mutters to him to talk, n just follows him around most of the time, n is kinda insecure since he has a bunch of scars and his arms are messed up because of his quirk (like discoloured skin and such) and because him n izuku are childhood friends hes kinda clingy, and is only soft with izuku

but then one day izuku is kinda havin a tough time, and snaps at the reader by accident (the reader kept clinging to him cause he didn't know where else to go and couldn't read the social cues of izuku being frustrated) and just the most heartbreaking angst with a nice fluffy ending of izuku after like a day of realizing the reader hasn't been clinging to him or talking to him and him going to see the reader in his dorms and just walking in on him curled up with a plushie or smth that izuku bought him n trying to sleep and izuku just breaking

you dont have to do this!! have a great day/night and stay hydrated!! im gonna go stalk ur bnha masterlist now ;)

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And feel free to stalk my masterlist lmfao i get really happy when i put more and more stuff on there and it gets longer and longer...

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Whew this has been sitting in my drafts collecting dust since I lost the motivation to write when my account was nuked, but it's back, so I'm back and you guys can have this as your peace offering :D

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Warning: Scarring, mentions of vomit...

Izuku x Male!Reader - Quiet

You were practically Izuku's shadow. Everywhere he went, you went too. At the beginning of the year you were incredibly quiet and didn't really react to much. You just kept to yourself, really. You had been suffering with some pretty damn crippling anxiety at the time, and it almost had you staying home and ghosting the entrance exam because you couldn't stop thinking about what could go wrong.

You had nearly forfeited your dream because you were scared.

What if you're too weak? What if they reject you? What if you humiliate yourself?

What if somebody sees the horrible scarring on your arms and says something? It's not your fault you're so hideous, but that doesn't stop you from feeling like it is.

Things stayed that way until Izuku spoke to you again for the first time in a few years, making your little heart thud in your chest as he mumbles and mutters hypotheses about your quirk and about how glad he was to have seen how you'd grown. The boy is so open and friendly, and so talkative that it more than makes up for your lack of input in the conversation. It had been that way before as well.

You both had been childhood friendsat some point, but for some reason you'd grown apart. It broke your heart, but lo and behold the quirkless boy is entering the exam too. Who knows, when you both fail maybe you could be friends again.

At least that was what you'd thought.

Except, you didn't fail. And neither did he.

You had stuck around him after that, following him to class and for lunch until he started to get a little freaked out when leaving for the dorms only to see you still trailing behind. He confronted you and bashfully asked why you've been shadowing him the whole day with an awkward smile, unknowingly hurting your little guarded heart as you realised that your company was apparently unwanted. Of course it was. What were you thinking?

When he saw your dejected face, and felt you practically deflate in front of him, speaking up quietly for the first time the whole day, he immediately felt bad and invited you to his dorm room to talk at you some more, since he knew you wouldn't be replying much.

"S- sorry... i'll go. 'didn't mean to bother you. I just felt safe..."

His poor little (gay, but he doesn't know that yet) heart melted on the spot.

It was from then on that the two of you stayed as close friends again, and Izuku became your safety net. Every time you would panic or cry and cower away in your dorm room he was there, ready to help you challenge your negative thoughts and give you the confidence to step outside again. You had grown even closer than before despite the rift that had previously grown between you.

When he had gained the patchy, discoloured scarring on his arms from abusing them so much with his quirk, he had smiled, and held your arms close together with his.

"We match! ... You still think we're so hideous?..."

Your heart had skipped a beat when he said "we", implying that he would share this burden with you.

Over time, you started to grow closer and closer, until one day, you cleared your throat to speak while sitting in Izuku's bed with him, some random hero documentary playing on his TV. He immediately shut up at the time, listening to you speak because it's so rare that you'd break your silence unless you were with him and he was honoured that he was the one to make you feel that comfortable, and you would never forget how his cheeks started to glow when you confessed to him that day. He was so proud that you were able to tell him, and immediately accepted your confession of love.

Ever since then you had hung around him at all times, clinging to his blazer with an outstretched hand when the halls got busy and even following him to the bathroom, his blush ever present every time you did. He didn't truly mind though.

But today, he had been in a rather sour fight with Bakugou, and he was reeling. You had never really been privvy to social cues, so when he let out frustrated sighs and huffs, and held his head in his hands during break, you just thought he was feeling a little off today.

Discoloured, scarred fingers reach out to hold onto his blazer sleeve when you start to feel a little unsettled, huddling close to him and showing him your affection, but he does not take kindly to it.

A sharp smack fills the silence of the room as Izuku swats your hand away harshly, growing irritated with and overstimulated by everything around him. You know he must have been having a bad day, but it must've been you. You didn't realise that you had ruined his day and part of you almost thinks of this as his way of breaking up with you, but you don't have much time to think on it before your boyfriend is yelling at you.

He had never yelled at you before.

"What's is it now?! Can't you see i'm not in the mood?! I can't do this right now. You don't have to cling to me every second of the day!"

Everything feels numb when, for the first time ever, Izuku raises his voice at you. He definately wants to break up. Didn't you hear, idiot? He said he doesn't want you near him anymore. He doesn't like you anymore.

It doesn't even take a second for the overwhelmingly depressing and intrusive thoughts to infiltrate your mind and swarm you, and you freeze up as he walks away from you, your throat suddenly closing up as your eyes sting from the salt in your tears.

For hours you sit alone in your bedroom, curled up under your sheets and crying so hard you almost vomit. Of course he doesn't want to be with you anymore, look at you. Your face is bright red and your skin is raw and sore from all of the tears and the wiping of your face. It hurts. And it looks like it does too.

You curl up into a large dragon plush that Izuku had won for you at an arcade date the two of you went on. It was one of your first dates and still remains one of the best memories of your life. The fur of the plush is absolutely ruined with snot and tears, and your voice is hoarse and it carries in your cries how torn apart you are. It's sad, the first time you've used your voice this much in such a short space of time is when your crying into a plush over your boyfriend. Or your ex.

Your hair is slick with sweat and tears and a few strands cling to your face as you cry, and you're completely exhausted by the time midday rolls around.

The next day, you skip school and stay in your room, your head pounding from the dehydration of crying out all the fluids in your body. You're only brought out of your trance as you hear a tentative knock on your door. Is the school day over already? Oh...

You didn't even bother to go to dinner, and you haven't eaten all day because you hadn't the guts to come out and face everyone after sonething like that. You may be a strong hero, but without Izuku, your crutch, you felt like nothing.

The last thing you expect to see is Izuku walking in to find you curled up in your bed, in a state worse than any he's ever seen you in. Considering that he's seen every one of your panics attacks since you had grown close, that's saying something.

Immidiately he's by yourside, relising how bedly he had fucked up. You were still cradling your hand close to your chest in an effort to stay close to the last place he touched you.

The freckled boy had come to apologise for snapping at you the way he did, but he never expected it to be this bad, and he truly worried when he didn't see you in class this morning. He felt unsettled not having you there beside him since you were both a package deal, and everywhere you went, you went with Izuku in tow.

His heart just about shatters as you look up at him with confused eyes, the colour in them appearing so much more intense with the flood of emotion and the redness of your sclera. your eyelashes are dark and bunched together with little tear droplets and the image is so etherial to him. He's so in love with you that it hurts, and there's an uncomfortable tightness in his chest and a lump in his throat at the sight of you like this. The second he saw you curled up and crying into his plush his heart had dropped to the floor and he had physically felt it.

In seconds he's apologising and tearing up, crying with you while he gets under the covers to cuddle.

"Baby, I- i'm so, so sorry! I never meant to hurt you like that, I swear! I was stressed and I took it out on you- i'm sorry! I've been a horrible partner- but i'll make it up to you, I promise..."

You didn't doubt him. The boy was torn up about how he treated you and the relief and comfort of finally being back in his arms again, coupled with the realisation that he didn't break up with you had your heart stuttering and racing and a hundred miles an hour while you cuddle the fluffy haired boy.

Your hands are already buried into his hair and he practically whines as you press your forehead against his under the sheets. As he rambles about how sorry he is you just scratch his scalp, still recovering from the heartbreak of what you thought was a split between the two of you, and you say nothing back.

Izuku knows you though, and he knows your silence isn't one of rejection. He holds you close with surprisingly strong arms, holding the hand he slapped away in his and trailing his thumbs over the discoloured scarring there. As much as you see Izuku breaking every record with his astounding strength, he's still just that squishy baby in your mind, with hamster cheeks and big, beady eyes that are like glass windows to his soul.

It brings a smile to your face and fresh tears to your eyes. You're so in love that it hurts.

Anyone character u want x punk delinquent male reader tall af loads of piercings and wild hair🫦🫦

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what are we talking about 😩🫦

I'm gonna have fun with this yall

Also this is giving me MAJOR Asuka Langley introspection vibes rn from evangelion.

Namsmnxnd y'all rlly gave me creative freedom so i took that bitch and RAN anskbsnsbx

This is literally a random fanfic idk why I decided to make it literally the most emotional wreck of a group of words to have ever existed.

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Izuku x Male!Reader - Delinquent

This feeling started during the UA Sports Festival.

You had been plotting to take the spot of one of the 1-A students this year and secure your future as a hero, much like Hitoshi Shinsou. Except, you picked Izuku out of everyone there to prey upon because he looked the kindest. He looked the weakest.

He had those big, green doe eyes like that of a baby deerling, and it made you irrationally angry.

You had so much hatred for the world around you. Your childish wish to 'become the best' and 'save everyone' faded over time, and the only reason you wanted to rise to the top at this point was spite.

Growing up, noone had cheered you on, or encouraged you to persue your interests. You were told that it's better to stick to what you know, and that dreams of the future were destined to be just that. Just dreams.

Over time, you had lost interest in persuing hobbies, or making friends, and had grown to be jealous of all of the kids around you that had what you couldn't get. It was a sinking, lonely feeling, that kept an iron grip on your heart.

It's not like you had some tragic backstory. You were just neglected, like a whole fucking lot of other kids out there. It just affected you in a slightly different way. It had made you bitter.

When you had gotten into UA High, that was when the imposter syndrome really hit. That must've been what drew you to Shinsou, one of your closest and first friends.

Once again, you were bitter about being put in some second rate class and pushed aside. It's like the world was purposely trying to tell you over and over again, that you're nothing special. You're replaceable at best. It had you absolutely livid.

So, naturally, you displaced your anger onto an unsuspecting target, Izuku Midoriya.

You took note of all of his weaknesses and his interests, and during the last stage, when the two of you were paired up for an individual battle, you tried your absolute best to crush his spirit.

You were jealous that he was so happy. That he was so completely perfect. He had a happy childhood and a strong quirk, and so, so many friends he could surround himself with. He had hobbies, and interests, and he was so fucking special that All Might himself was picking favourites. Oh yeah, you noticed that. It only fuelled your spite and hatred.

Underneath all of the brooding looks and big talk was just a little kid, throwing a tantrum at the world because "It's not fair! Why didn't I get what he did?! Why don't real heroes think I'm strong? Why didn't I get parents who love me?! He has friends, he has hobbies, he has dreams! Everything they said I couldn't have, he has in abundance!! Why not me?!!"

Recovery Girl would say something about needing to 'heal your inner child' or whatever the hell that means.

You tried so hard to crush Izuku, and if he were anyone else, it would've worked. You had learned from the best after all, how to crush a person's spirit. But no, apparently, he was special.

Every time you insulted him or told him harsh truths about every one of his dreams and interests, reciting things your parents had told you, he winced, and you couldn't tell why you hated to see it.

You spilled you heart to this boy unknowingly, your fight being a screaming match that noone but the two of you could hear over the clash of earth and Izuku's strength. You had sent boulder after boulder at him, moving the ground beneath him and wearing him down as much as you could, but he refused to give up, and your body started to tire.

'Oh. So that's why he's special. He's just not like me.'

Those were your thoughts as you were knocked to the floor, the world spinning around you as time seemed to slow to a stop.

He didn't give up when things got rough. But you did. You lay on the floor, taking in the sight of the clear blue sky, so close but so far away, the stands full with cheering onlookers disappearing into the background. It's all just white noise now.

You're absolutely gutted at the loss, and the only spirit left crushed was yours, while Izuku was filled with more resolve than ever.

He was just fundamentally better than you, then.

But that's not fair...

Your face was caked in sweat and blood and most definitely tears as you layed on the floor, barely conscious after Izuku's last attack. Your piercings, which had been a result of your boredom while fucking around with a needle, were literally pissing with blood, and your head was swimming in the pain that encompassed your body.

You barely even noticed when the mossy-headed boy had picked you up, carrying you to the infirmary bridal style.

What you said during your fight had struck a chord in his heart, like it had been plucked straight out, not because you had insulted besically everything he had ever loved or associated with, but because he could perfectly translate what you were saying into what you really felt now that he looked back on it.

You were just so angry, and scared and alone. He wanted to stay by your side. He wasn't pitying you. He was just trying to make friends with the guy who'd almost beaten him during their matchup.

That's what made you hesitantly accept his proposal of friendship when you had next awoken, though you gave him no shortage of side-eye.

Over the course of the next few years, the two of you had actually became real friends, best friends, and you had realised that the feelings you were developing towards him were a little more than just friendly. He had shown you what it was like to actually enjoy things, and have meaningful conversation, and he had helped you make more friends. You had fallen head over heels for him.

Because of him, you were doing better in your classes, and had actually started attending them again. You were picking less fights with random classmates. You had even started to study for written tests, instead of just leaving them blank. Izuku was, and is still so proud of you.

He had treated you like you were an equal, and you had let him into your fragile little heart. Now you were in love.

You had kept it a secret though. Izuku couldn't know that you were in love with him. You had no doubt in your mind that Izuku wouldn't treat anyone differently for being gay, but that's not what you were worried about. You just couldn't handle rejection. Your entire childhood and the years you spent craving acceptance proved that. But you were weak for the moss-top.

Everytime he would bat his eyes at you, or give you that world ending grin that literally set fire to every negative emotion you've ever felt in your life, your heart stuttered. He gave everything meaning.

So when you and Izuku sat in his room and he was once again studying the five piercings on your face, one on each side of your nose, your septum, your bridge, and one little stud at the corner of your lip, you learned in close to plant a kiss to his lips, which were so close to yours that you couldn't help yourself. You were a second away from dreading your fatal mistake until you felt him lean closer, not pulling away or recoiling from you.

The kiss deepened as you let a whimper slip past your lips, which he eagerly swallowed, taking charge of the kiss and pushing you down on the mattress so gently.

That was how you ended up where you are now, naked and writhing under a sweaty, breathless greenette who slowly grinds his hips to meet yours.

He moans as you buck your hips up, pushing him further inside of you as his cheeks flush and he pulls you close. Izuku holds you as you mewl and shiver, kissing you gently and making sure you're okay.

Once you're fully adjusted to the feeling of the intrusion you whine and claw at his back, being oversensitive as he pushes in and out again and again, chasing the pleasure that your wet warmth gives him.

"God- It feels so good- t-to finally get to do this with you... Hah- I love you~"

If someone had told you in the past that you would cry when losing your virginity to Izuku Midoriya, you would've laughed and probably beat the messenger half to death, but now here you are, sniffling and crying into Izuku's neck as he chuckles and runs a soft, but strong hand through your hair.

"I- I love you- Izuku!- Please-!"

Your moans fill the quiet of the room, the only other sounds being Izuku's soft breathing and the rain outside the window, while you and your lover interlock your hands and become one.

He reaches down to stroke your neglected skin, your back arching and drool running down your chin. Your thighs shake and this idiot chuckles again, letting himself move his pelvis a little harder and faster, his abs flexing and rippling with each little movement and reducing you to a little melted puddle in his firm embrace.

Oh, he knows exactly where your prostate is, and he's just teasing you at this point, but you don't even get the chance to huff in annoyance before he suddenly changes his mind, his thrusts becoming more intense and his heart set on bullying the little button inside of you.

He gets exactly what he wanted when you sob and release a steady stream of cum that doesn't shoot, but leaks from you and rolls down your length pitifully, tears running down your face while he reaches his own orgasm deep inside of you. His abdomen twitches and he groans so needily, pulling you closer by the waist in a way that has your eyes rolling back, feeling his hot seed filling every crevice inside of you.

God, he is special. He's everything.

izuku is SO OBLIVIOUS

- COMPLETELY UNAWARE of the affect he has on you

- the way he gazes at you when you speak, those glowing emerald eyes so deep, so intense that you can't help but look away, getting all shy and tripping over yourself, overwhelmed by his undivided attention (it always makes you worry that there might be something on your face)

- that pretty smile of his that captivates you, so much so that when it dissipates into a lowered frown, the feeling resonates (IT MAKES YOU GIGGLE N KICK YOUR FEET WHEN THE SMILE IS ESPECIALLY TOWARD YOUU)

- and just his overall character and personality

- izuku's the sweetest guy you've ever met—caring, considerate, selfless, sympathetic

- he's observant, noticing, and he knows exactly what to say when you're discouraged or upset (pretty ironic how he doesn't notice your feelings)

- not only that, he's super admirable—he's an ambitious one, working hard for his goal to be a pro hero, with perserverence and commitment

- this guy has you in a chokehold

- and what better way to show a bit of your love than giving him gifts?

- on holidays, you take your time and consideration to write him a letter from the heart, along with organizing a thoughtful gift bag of something you made for him, bought, or both—valentine's, christmas, his birthday

- and you always send one of his friends to give it to him, it saves you the embarrassment

"Hey, Midoriya!! Here, it's from y/n!"

"For me? Tell her I said thank you!..But, why didn't she give it to me herself?"

- HM I WONDER WHY (they're discreetly aware of your feelings it's kind of obvious with the way you act around him and the gift giving only confirms it)

- of course they tease him about it and stuff, but he always sees it as you being nice

- so when you finally muster up the courage to confess your heartfelt feelings for him on the last day of your 4th year, he's absolutely stunned

"Wait...really!? You like me? As in you see me as something more than-? As in a boy..friend that goes on dates and stuff!?"

- YES

- he thinks he's just an average guy, a huge nerd with a dream

- LIKE NO YOU'RE NOT??

- you having feelings for him will never cross his mind so it'll come as a GREAT surprise to him

- izuku will be absolutley and utterly clueless

Loving Is Nothing

Fandom: Bnha, Mha Paring: Midoriya Izuku x Reader, Midoriya Izuku x Ochaco Uraraka Rating: G Warnings: Angst, Breakup Words: .6k97 A/N: A drabble for when he was your soulmate, but you weren’t his.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Hearing him say it, Y/n almost forgave him. She smiled, putting a hand on his face to wipe the tears that started to fall from his eyes. “I know,”

It’s okay, she wanted to say, I understand. I forgive you. It’s not your fault. There’s no one to blame. She wanted to pull him in and ease away the pain he was in. She wanted to comfort him, but instead she dropped her hand from his skin. 

They sat across from each other in their favorite café, in the booth they shared their first kiss- the same place a nervous high school girl confesses her love to an awkward teenage boy. She smiled at the booth, so many memoires.

“I don’t know how to tell you how sorry I am,”

Her lips pressed together and her eyes heated with the tears she’d same until he was gone. Gingerly, she cupped his hands with her own- “There’s nothing to forgive.”

And that was it. The end of their story, the death of the love they once shared, the murder of the future which was being born in front of everyone’s eyes.

The media went into a frenzy, already having taken photos of a crying Y/n walking out of the café alone. After all, it’s not every day the top two hero's breakup. 

Honestly, it was much better than Y/n expected. The people were sympathetic, having watched the young couple grow up together and following their love story- some even felt like they were a part of the broken relationship. 

Deku and Uraraka stared dating exactly three months after the relationship ended- what Ochaco considered a generous mourning period for a loveless relationship. But there was love, bruised, broken, love, but love none the less.

Her tears every night are an offering to the life they could have lived, her dreams a testament to her devotion towards this fallen deity. Every cry of his name while she slept was a prayer, nothing could fill her heart from the apocalypse her faith brought her. 

Her first date was a year after the breakup. “I think you’re beautiful,” The man had told her- a gentle smile on his face as he pulled the chair out for her to sit.

“I want to see you again,” he smiled bashfully, as they walked out the restaurant.

“I really like you,” he admitted over a nighttime stroll, ice-cream in his hand.

“I always want to be by your side,” he whispered into her ear after she called him in the middle of the night, broken from the dream she had.

“I love you,” he smiled over the expensive cake in their go-to restaurant. 

“We’ll get through this,” he ran his finger over the back of her hand, after Y?n got involved in a accident during a mission.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He said over coffee in their apartment, his eyes out of focus as he blankly starred at the wall- having heard his love say a different mans name during her sleep. 

He broke up with her on their two year anniversary. Y/n wondered breifly, as she arrived home to see all of his belongings missing, if she was the broken one. She thought back on all the memories and wondered if she should be in pain right now. 

He had cried after he broke up with her. Should she have cried?

No matter how hard Y/n tried to feel sad about the end of their romance, she couldn’t. She had already met the love of her life- already had her epic romance, the relationship to test the tides of time. How do you love someone else after all that? She sat on the floor of her apartment for hours- legs falling asleep along witht he rest of the world. You can’t. There’s no one else after your soulmate. 

Once you lose the person you’re supposed to spend forever with, al love is empty. She spent all her butterflies on her first love, used up all she had to give. After him- after Izuku- loving is nothing. Not when she had him. Not when he’s gone.

Deku X Reader

Love Sick

Love Sick Deku that lays in bed at night remembering the first day he meet you, the medic at UA. He remembers the way his heart swelled at the first sight of you and how soft your hands were as you examined his injuries. The way your voice sounded so sweet as you suggested different ways to prevent future injuries.

Love Sick Deku who comes back to your office the next day with another injury on his arm. He couldn’t help but love the way you scolded him for his actions. He knew he should’ve been paying attention to what you were saying, but he couldn’t bring himself to heed your warning. Especially when you gave him an earful after showing up 2 weeks in a row. Every time there was a request to see you you knew it was him. You couldn’t help the sigh you let out wherever you saw his injuries.

Love Sick Deku who denies it every time his co-workers call him out for getting hurt on purpose. He can’t help that the villain manages to hit him every time. Even when he just stood there and took the hit, he did it for quirk analysis. Everyone knew the truth though, especially Bakugo. “If you don’t go ask her out I’ll do it myself.” Deku couldn’t help the way his eyes lit up at his friend’s suggestion. “You would do that for me Kacchan?” “Hell no! I’ll ask her to go on a date with me.”

Love Sick Deku who walks into the office bashfully asking to see you once again. He hated to admit it, but he knew if Bakugo asked you out you would most definitely say yes. He was tense the entire time you examined him. There wasn’t much to say since he only had a single scratch on the back of his hand, but you couldn’t stop your curiosity. “Have you been getting hurt on purpose?” Deku’s attention snapped to you immediately, “What makes you think that?” “You’ve been in here for the past 2 weeks and now you’re here with a simple scratch.”

Love Sick Deku who inhales deeply before professing his love for you in one breath. He continues to ramble on about how much he loves you before asking the most important question. “In short I wanted to ask you if you would go out with me?” Your silence had his mind racing. Maybe he got there too late and Bakugo already asked. Maybe you have a boyfriend already. “I’d love to go out with you.”

Love sick Deku whos every concern left his mind at those few words. He couldn’t help the way he picked you up and swung you around. Date ideas rushing through his mind. He put you down quickly, realizing how close you two were. “I’ll see you this weekend at 12 okay,” he yelled rushing out the door. You couldn’t even mention how you didn’t get his number before he was gone.

Love sick Deku who did came back the next day to get your number.

Hey! I was wondering if you could write Izuku x reader he thinks the reader is somewhat enigmatic because no one knows anything about them, so he tried to and realizes that they don't have any friends? Sorry if it's kinda angsty 😅 and feel free not to write it if you don't want. (If you do, could you make it gender neutral?) Thank you and I love your writing <3

Of course I can! thank you so much for sending this request in it was so much fun to write. I hope this met up to your expectations. I decided to add a little bit of angst for flavor. Once again thank you for this request and feel free to make another one if you would like. 😊

Izuku X Reader

Strangely Alone

Izuku has an analysis page for everyone and when I say everyone I mean everyone. He even goes into to a deep dive of what everyone can do and how they interact. For example, Bakugo can only make a few large explosions before his quirk dwindles out, and he always smells like sugar when he walks by.

He did this list for every person he met hero or not, but there was one person that he was missing. You.

He could never understand you and your habits, he couldn’t even understand your quirk. It caught him by surprise at first. The thought of him not knowing anything about you only made him more curious.

He took his time watching you, hoping to find any pattern in your movements or other mannerisms. Yet, he found nothing. You didn’t talk to anyone in class, not even at lunch when everyone has a chance to mingle. Everyday you sit by yourself with no one to talk to, in fact, it seemed that no one tried to talk to you. You kind of reminded him of Shoto and his quiet ways, but Shoto became friendlier over time unlike you.

You always sat with you head in the clouds or writing in your notebook. He would even catch some of his friends whispering about you and how you were still “studying” even though the exam was over. Little did they know that you heard every word they said.

It’s not that you wanted to sit by yourself with your book as your only form of company. You wanted to talk, to laugh, to have friends. You wanted it all, but it was hard for you when it came to those types of things. You didn’t realize how much the lack of friendship would affect you.

You made efforts to talk plenty of times before, but no one ever heard you. No one besides the half asleep teacher at least, he didn’t count in your book. You even found yourself crying at some point, all the frustration of trying to make new friends slowing breaking you down.

The more you sat alone the worse the thoughts got. Why am I always alone? Why is talking so hard for me? Is one person too much to ask for? You had to keep your head down to hide the tears, each thought slowly consuming you.

Izuku noticed you sitting by yourself once again, but something seemed different about it this time. You weren’t writing anything down or eating, you were just sitting by yourself. Something about you called to him. Without hesitation he grabbed his tray, ignoring all of his friends questioning faces, and walked to your table.

“Is this seat taken?” He questioned. You looked at him in awe, your eyes shining for your tears. You shook your head, allowing the green haired boy to take a seat. “Today’s training was really difficult, right?” He was trying to make any attempt at a conversation and his efforts seemed to be paying off.

“It was, but I’m sure there was a good reason for it. We all know how our teacher is.”

Izuku agreed with you and continued to make small talk. By the end of the period you found out that you had some things in common. You both liked the same hero’s and both struggled in the same subject. Ther was even a small disagreement over what kind of katsudon was better. Yours was obviously better.

The bell marking the end of lunch caught you by surprise. The time never went by this fast when you sat alone. You liked the change. You liked the company. “Can we eat together again tomorrow?” You asked as you put your tray away.

“Of course.” Yeah. You definitely liked the company.