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Deku: "So what did you do today?"
All Might, jokingly: "Your mom haha!"
Deku: . . .
Deku: "What??"
All Might: "Wait, no, I was just kid-"
Deku, running away: "Moooommm?!??!"
All Might: *Slaps forehead*
Midoriya Izuku says: Trans Rights
I haven't posted a pic about these two in so long, that when I saw this on Pinterest, I had to share it with everyone! It is so cute and sweet, it could really hurt my teeth!
I tried to go to the Wattpad page connected to this image, but apparently, the page has moved or was taken down, and there is no artist tag on the image itself. If you know the person, let me know, please!
Izuku and akko took nagisa on a date for some sushi tonight! Suffice to say, the fish population isn't the only thing getting lower.
Akko and Izuku takes Nagisa on a a date for some sushi.
Suffice to say the Fish population isn't the only thing getting lower lmao
Inspired by @decadentrot own little Nagisa doodle, it's so cute I had to do my own spin on it.
Short bkdk because I am SAD and katsuki is DEAD (for a little bit) 💚🧡
The hospital was miserable. Not just because it was chock full of grieving families and people balancing on the knife’s edge between life and death, but because—despite the fact that he survived—Katsuki was still being grieved.
He could see it in Best Jeanist’s eyes when he visited, dropping off some new, incredibly soft clothes for him to wear that weren’t open-backed hospital gowns. Guilt. Regret. Katsuki was alive, sitting right in front of him, and he still couldn’t quite see past the mirage of blood on his face.
Aizawa, too, had barely been able to look at him. Brought the three third years so he didn’t have to be alone with Katsuki. Face what he saw as one of his greatest failures as a teacher. A mentor. At least that’s what Katsuki thought.
The old man brought well wishes from the class. Some flowers. And the black smudges beneath his eyes. Katsuki wondered if he’d slept at all in the aftermath. If he’d ever sleep soundly again. Katsuki sure won’t.
The third years praised his speed, commenting on how dazzling his explosions were, until the very end. Mirio told him he knew he’d be a great hero one day, that he practically already was one. Nejire seconded that and asked if all of his sweat exploded, and if it was inconvenient because of that. He was so viscerally reminded of Izuku, in the moment, that he nearly started bawling.
Amajiki didn’t say much, but he left a small bento with a note: eat up and regain your strength. thank you. you were incredible.
And still, through their attempts at normalcy he could see the way they watched him. As if he were liable to keel over again at any minute. He was fine, goddamnit. He was healing. That didn’t make him weak.
The hag and his old man visited daily. Couldn’t stop touching his face and neck and tilting him every which way to reassure themselves that he really was alive. That was more the hag, but every so often his old man—who generally strayed away from getting physical with him—would cup his cheek and run his thumb over the new scar there, eyes pained. Katsuki always shook him off, told him not to look at him like that, but the memory lingers, as they all do. The hag wouldn’t even smack him anymore, even when he knew he was being a brat. Taking his anger at the world and his body out on them when they did nothing to deserve it.
All of her touches were light, ghosts of things that made him feel uncomfortably unreal. She asked if he wanted to stay at UA, after everything, and something about the tilt of her mouth told him she already knew the answer. Still, when he said yes, without hesitation, she had to excuse herself from the room, eyes shining.
It was maddening. A purgatory of what-ifs that everyone except him was experiencing. The only ‘what-if’ Katsuki was concerned with was whether or not—if he was just a little stronger, had been able to land even just one more hit— Izuku would’ve been able to keep his quirk. But that’s for him. He keeps it close and inside and it’s no one else’s problem.
Now that he’s out—lounging in his dorm room after a less harrowing round of greetings from all the others, who didn’t know the situation and thus couldn’t feel guilty or grieve about it—it’s louder, the way he likes it. Normal.
Kirishima and Kaminari are wrestling somewhere loud enough for him to hear them jeering at each other. Iida’s yelling at someone for leaving a mess in the kitchen. It loosens something that had scabbed over in Katsuki’s chest.
There’s a knock at his door.
Sero? Possibly, but he would’ve thought he was with Kirishima and Kaminari, filming or something ‘for posterity’. It’s not Todoroki, his self-proclaimed ‘best friend’, because he’s at the hospital visiting his brother.
Before he can stand and open the door, it creaks forward and a bright green eye stares at him through the crack.
“Kacchan?”
Izuku.
Katsuki sighs and shakes his head.
“What was the point of knocking if you were just gonna come in anyway?”
He doesn’t say, ‘leave’ or ‘get out’ or ‘beat it, Deku!’. Izuku’s mouth quirks into a half-smile as he opens the door the rest of the way and steps inside.
“I thought you might be sleeping. I know it’s been a hard few weeks.”
Katsuki scoffs. And another one. Fucking- doubting him. Of course he's exhausted, sleeping is almost impossible right now and people haven’t stopped walking on eggshells around him. Doesn’t mean he’s going to be a pussy about it. He’s going to prove to them that he’s just as he’s always been, that he doesn’t need the goddamn kid gloves.
“Don’t start. I don’t need your fucking pity.”
“It’s not pity, Kacchan.” Izuku’s voice hardens. “I’m not here for you.”
And what a bewilderingly contradictory statement. He’s in Katsuki’s room. What else could he possibly be there for?
“What-“
He doesn’t manage to voice his incredulity before Izuku is on top of him, clinging tight, but gingerly, around his sides and burying his face into his neck. Katsuki nearly flinches back into his pillow with the suddenness of it.
“Deku- what the hell-“
Izuku breathes deep and reaches blindly up to clamp a hand over Katsuki’s mouth.
“Shut up. Give me a minute. And call me Izuku, I know you can.”
Katsuki, too shocked with his words and actions to do otherwise, gives him a minute. Izuku simply lies there, curled over him, and breathes. He matches his inhales to Katsuki’s and taps out the slow thrum of his heart against his hip. Hypnotizing. It’s surprisingly peaceful, and before long Katsuki finds himself lulled into a hazy, half-awake state.
Finally, Izuku speaks, voice hushed.
“You don’t- I don’t think you get it, Kacchan. You didn’t have to see yourself.” He shivers, and Katsuki finds himself raising his own arms to pull him closer towards his own heat.
“Your eyes… Empty. Dull. Dead. It was your body, but I knew you weren’t in there anymore. Someone—Shigaraki—had torn you out.” Something wet splashes against Katsuki’s neck, startling him. Izuku is crying.
“But I’m fine, now. I’m back. Edgeshot saved me.” Katsuki says, haltingly. His voice struggles over the word ‘saved’ but it’s the truth. He had to be saved. Because he couldn’t hold his own.
Izuku shakes his head and presses impossibly closer.
“I know that. I just- I just need to make sure.”
And Katsuki understands. More than anyone, he thinks, he knows exactly what’s running through Izuku’s mind right now. The nauseating mix of helplessness and self hatred.
“Okay.” He says. Then, a crackling whisper, so quiet that it’s only because Izuku is so close that he’s able to hear it. “I’m sorry.”
Izuku’s arms tighten, for a fraction of a second, around him before he pushes himself up. Katsuki swears there’s lightning in his eyes when they look at each other.
“Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that. You literally died because of me-“ His voice cuts off into sobs. Katsuki watches, dismayed, as another wave of tears begins cresting down his cheeks. Ah, shit.
Katsuki raises his good hand to hover over Izuku’s teary cheeks. Callously, and without much tact, his thumb smears some of the wetness from beneath his eyes. It doesn’t really do anything, and he curses himself for trying.
“Izuku, look, I-“ He tries to pull his hand back but Izuku snatches it from the air and presses it back against his cheek. There’s a wobbly smile building on his lips. Katsuki can hardly bear to look at it.
“It wasn’t your fault. I should’ve-“
“No.” Izuku says, turning to press Katsuki’s pulse point against his face, where he can feel his heart beat. “If it isn’t my fault, then it isn’t yours.”
Katsuki can’t bring himself to agree, yet. Not verbally. But he wants, desperately, for Izuku to stop crying so he nods, once, very stiffly.
Izuku’s teeth glint as his mouth stretches into a real grinning laugh. It feels like staring directly at the sun. Katsuki can’t look away.
“Alright. I’ll take that.” Izuku settles back onto Katsuki’s chest, ear pressed to his shirt as his hands migrate back to cage Katsuki beneath him. Like a blanket, or armor, his weight is familiar to Katsuki, soothing.
“Don’t move.”
Now it’s Katsuki’s turn to chuckle. As if he could. Izuku cracks an eye open to watch him.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
THIS
Saw this in my feed today and all I could think was "This is about Kacchan"
I've seen a lot of antis say how Bakugo bullied Izuku is unforgivable and we shouldn't idolise him let alone even like him at all and
Here's the thing. I've been in Deku's shoes. I have been an unchill asshole punchbag my entire life and guess what
Half of those people are my friends now. They did horrible things to me when we were kids and I'll never forget it, but I did forgive them.
Because they changed. Made actual effort to apologise and be better to me in their own ways and that kind of growth is what we've been seeing so clearly in Katsuki.
I have yet to meet a 15 year old who isn't fucked in the head (bully or bullied) so the next time an anti calls us out for respecting a character with so much growth and emotional maturity ima virtually slap this post on their dashboard because Kacchan fuckin earned it.
First thing that came into my mind before looking at the tags:
Lmao does everyone know izuku's aromantic exept himself?
Deku giving himself a mid-fight pep talk: If I die now, I'll never get to meet my soulmate!
Dynamight as he shoots an explosion over his shoulder, covering Deku’s back: Ever think that maybe you just don’t have one, shitty nerd?
Cellophane looks around wildly: Who’s gonna tell him?
Chargebolt exasperatedly: Which one!?
DO ANY OF YALL KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING????
Howmst the fuck is there a mha fanfic from the 1950s???? I know there was no damned way- is there a way to do this on ao3??
I love everything you do When you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do Wanna ride my bike with you Fully undressed, no training wheels left for you And I'll pull them off for you
(Training Wheels - Melanie Martinez)
pairing: hawks x gn!reader
synopsis: cuddling hcs!
word count: 188
type: headcanons
a/n: hawks is hot
hawks loves cuddling and physical touch in general
sometimes you sleep under his wings without his knowledge
he likes to be the big spoon and keep an arm (or wing) around you
his wings are sensitive especially the closer you get to his body
he loves when you touch his wings and can make him a bit vulnerable
he likes tickling you with his wings to wake you up or to tease you
you can't lie directly on top of him bc it makes his wings sore in the morning to lay on his back
most of the time you both lay on your side unless you absolutely need to lie on his chest after a panic attack, etc.
he also loves lazy cuddling on the couch after a long day of hero work
sometimes he wants to be held too and this usually occurs when his wings have been damaged and it takes a couple days for them to regenerate so they don't take up as much space
all in all he loves cuddling and wouldn't hesitate to initiate them or express the need to be held
Midway point for a page I’m doing in my sketchbook. I’ve never properly drawn him before so
Also the bottom left was meant to be kid him but I drew him too big
I finally ended up finishing it. His hair is a nightmare to understand
Inktober Day 15: Guidebook
First time drawing all might. Also ignore how midoriya has two sleeves. I wasn’t looking at the reference enough
Inktober Day 18: Drive
Is the car driving? No. Idc. I can’t draw cars so here’s these lot in mics spare yellow car that he got cause he likes seeing people punch eachother. Mics kids and aizawas kids day out
Deku X Reader
Missing Date Night
You had planned this date months ahead to your boyfriend’s busy schedule, but it seems like he forgot yet again.
Contains: slight angst, fluff ending
You were so excited about your date that you took the time to remind Izuku about it every 5 minutes. Purging his phone with various messages of Hope you’re excited for tonight!! And Don’t forget it’s at 6 <3.
You put on your favorite outfit for this date, taking extra time to get ready, and drove to the restaurant. Not only was it difficult to get a reservation there, but this restaurant was also a huge staple for your relationship with Izuku, since you had your first date here.
The waiter lead you to the far back where the private dinning area was hidden. This was the only way you could share private time with your boyfriend out in public. Under normal circumstances he would be bombarded with fans asking for pictures and autographs. The crowd would separate the two of you for who knows how long, but nothing would happen this time. Everything would perfect.
That’s what you thought at least. Sitting there patiently waiting for your green haired partner to arrive.
You held onto hope, ordering drinks and food for the both of you. All the hope you had dwindled away when the restaurant started closing at 10.
The entire time there was spent by yourself and the sympathetic waiter. “I’m sure he’ll show soon,” she said. “Maybe he’s busy. I’m sure being the number one hero is a hard job.” She even brought you a free dessert when closing hours hit as an apology for kicking you out.
You weren’t sure what made you feel worse: knowing that you were walking away from this date by yourself or how small the waiter made you feel with her empty promises.
The urge to reach for you phone and contact Izuku took over you with an overwhelming rage. How could he forget about you? Were you really not that important to him? Are you really that forgettable?
A confrontation was forming in your mind the entire way home, but it wasn’t used. Because he wasn’t home. There was no sign that he had ever been home to get ready for your date.
You couldn’t contain yourself anymore, typing aggressively while tears made your hands slick. Why aren’t you home yet?
He never opened the message.
It was 1 in the morning when Izuku finally made it home, exhaustion pulling at his body. He took his time taking off his shoes when a takeout box caught his eye. He hurriedly grabbed his phone, checking the date, as dread swept over him. How did he forget? Sure he had a ton of work to do, but you had planned this date for the longest. He knew how excited you were to have your own time with him away from his work.
He knocked on the bedroom gently, not expecting to find you asleep. When he saw the dried tears on your face his heart sank. He had to make this up to you somehow.
You felt soft kisses on your face the next morning and promptly turned over not wanting to talk to the man in front of you. He didn’t deserve your attention today, not after what he did to you last night. A sigh could be heard, “I deserve that,” Izuku said. “I’m sorry about what happened yesterday, baby. I really am.”
“Where were you,” you mumbled, your arm hiding your face from him.
“The agency.” You hummed knowing that would be his answer. “I got caught up in work an—“
“And you lost track of time, I know,” you sniffled.
He reached out turning you to face him and wiping the tears from your face. “I’m really sorry, honey. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
You averted your eyes from him, “I’m tired of all the empty promises Izuku. I just…you never following through with what you say.”
“I know darling…I know. I can keep the promise this time though. I have today off and rescheduled our dinner date. See,” he held his phone out. Showing the time of the reservation. “I made breakfast too.”
“Izuku…,” he reached out to hold you whispering apologies in your ear. He knew he could unintentionally ignore you at times when he’s deep in his work, but it was never like this.
“How about this. Next time there’s a date I’ll plan it. It’ll be harder for me to forget if I coordinate it, you know?” You nodded against his chest, attempting to collect yourself.
You would do anything to fix the bumps in your relationship with Izuku and you can tell he would do the same. That’s what made you love him so much.
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.