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I may have overreacted

⚠️Spoilers ahead for my hero⚠️

No cuz I REFUSE to watch the final season of my hero. I REFUSE IT ENDING. I REBUKE IT

Like wdym my precious baby Izuku is a teacher at UA☹️ and ONLY a teacher☹️ wdym the do no wrong great god murder dynamite is in rehab☹️☹️

WDYM no one keeps very much contact with the one and only deku Midoriya☹️☹️☹️

I mean there’s good parts, like good ol buddy pal bakugou spending like 8years saving for dekus hero costume so he can be a hero too (I view it as a platonic relationship but to each their own) I think that’s so cute and I love it. And I love that Bakugou keeps in contact with him.

But everything else???? That’s so mean it’s a bitter sweet ending.

Headcannon they are all hero’s and Deku and Bakugou fight for the number one spot even in their old age and they become best friends forever and Deku gets a happy ending and he visits his mama and buys her things and makes her her fav foods and sometimes Deku and Baku go out with they’re mamas on Mother’s Day to celebrate and they share bakugous dad☹️☹️☹️☹️

THE BEFORE, AND THE AFTER

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(Og draft got deleted I’m sorry pookies)

It takes Bakugo three months before he winds up in my ER once again. This time less injured, with a large gash on his abdomen. I’ve just worked a twelve hour shift and am dying to get home. But alas I get called in to the trauma room where he’s just sitting, “called for you” He smiles weakly but lifts his shirt to show a semi-deep cut just at his ribcage, “hoped you weren’t off”

I groan a little as I slip my sterile gown and gloves on, grabbing a suture kit and bringing it near where I’m sitting, “uh-huh, can I take a listen to your lungs?” I ask taking my stethoscope from my pockets.

“Yeah. Can I get more of the pain killers?” He asks, crimson eyes flick over my figure and how I’m hunched listening to his lungs. Which sound fine.

“No, I’m just gonna numb you a little bit and then stitch you up” I clarify, gentling numbing the area and slowly pulling the sutures tight.

I hear him wince and inhale sharply, “you do not have gentle hands”

“Uh huh” I nod, “I just wanna get home. I’ve promised my roommate that I’d be there for dinner. And I’ve broken my promises more than enough” I murmur; dumping my gloves and gown into the trash.

“You have a roommate?” He asks; sitting up and pulling his mask off- allowing stray blonde hair to fall into his eyes. Which he quickly brushes out of his face.

“Yeah.. not all of us make almost two mil every year. But shes great I love her” I murmur, “uh yeah you’re good”

“Why don’t I take you out to dinner” he asks and now I know the morphine is talking.

“Ha-ha” I joke a dry laugh, “I’ll see you around. Just take it easy for a while”

I’m tired and burnt out when I slink through the door, listening to some jazz pop as I unlock the door. I’m not surprised to see Suki asleep on the couch. Stove off and food in the oven. I don’t bother waking her. She has a job interview with this tech company in the morning.

I open my door, clothes on the ground. A messy room, with makeup on my desk and medical books holding up the uneven legs. The little trinkets on my windowsill.

I’ve been working the past 48 hours, non stop— doctors are working less hours, which means the nurses have to step up. I’m working harder than I ever have. For the same pay.

I have the feeble energy to put the remaining clean laundry I have away before I stuff my laundry basket full of dirty clothes.

I flop into bed and am grateful I won’t have to work until tomorrow night.

Halfway through my shift I go for coffee. Mostly because this is my favorite coffee spot but also because hospital coffee sucks. There’s a shorter line than usual, people know this place but not very well. The nurses know it best, but I’m still a little astonished to see him there. Hair a little damp and eyes red with irritation. In the bareness of his hero costume, no gauntlets. Still those dumb boots.

I pick up my iced coffee, relishing in that first sip. The sip doesn’t cure my exhaustion; or the fact I’m walking a little under a mile back to the hospital.

But Bakugo never misses, eyes keen he spots me. Murmuring my name against the crowd, sliding next to me as I walk out. Light green scrubs and black clogs. The ugliest shoes but also the comfiest, “dynamight I haven’t seen you in a while” I tease gently as he smiles. Not even bothering to get his coffee.

“I’m almost due for my next visit then? Aren’t I?” He asks. A faint smile of that softened jaw-line. He’s not much taller than I am, 6’2 to my 5’7.

“God no, we’re so understaffed.. I’m working 80 hours a week and I’m still struggling on grocery and car and just everything.” I murmur a little, looking over at him.

“I’ve heard about the strikes, everyone says hero’s are the foundation of society but it’s carried by medicine” he speaks, a soft voice against the few cars that pass the streets.

“I know.. I’m just exhausted.. y’know?” I’m still quiet, “how has the stitches been healing?”

“All healed. Just a little sore.”

“And the wrist?”

“Because we’re out of your work place.. what’s it gonna take for me to take you out to dinner?”

I shrug back a laugh, but smile at him, “a lot more than that”

WHO TELLS A TEENAGE GIRL SHE’D MAKE A PRETTY BRIDE

AND THEN LEAVES WITHOUT WARNING, ON A FRIDAY NIGHT

I’ve never been comfortable with love, rarely found comfort in another person. Except him, cradled in his arms on a Tuesday night. My leg over his, his between mine. My arms around his neck and fingers twisting the green curls in my fingers. He peppers kisses against my chest and collarbone, “I can’t believe we’re about to be second years” I murmur. My breath hot against his skin as his hands slide up my tank top.

“I want to marry you” Izuku whispers, so faint I can barely hear it. In the privacy of my room with my fan blowing the words wish away into nothingness.

“I do too” I agree, a little more firm. A little more existant than his, I lay next to him a happiness of just existing next to him. Of being with him, a hopefulness of the future.

Oh how quickly that was ripped away from me. A startling Saturday morning, knocks on doors. Shouts from downstairs. Letters taped to doors, each one. Even mine. Scribbled handwriting and some stains through the ink. I stare at it as I ride the elevator down. Baggy sleep shorts and one of his shirts I took last night after we did our homework together.

Gone, just like that. Like he just disappeared; gone out to nowhere. Izukus excuse to leave me after telling me he loved me. Because he was worried about my safety. Mine and everyone else’s.

“How do you feel y/n?” Momo asks as I stare in silence at my letter. Biting at my lips and picking at my fingers, “y/n?” She repeats my name softly. Passing me a cup of green tea. It shakes in my hand that I grasp for it. Her reflexes catch it from my slippery grasp and she sets it on the table. She sits next to me, a friend from my elementary days. A girl I’ve known my whole life. She wraps an arm around me and holds me to her.

“I don’t understand” I repeat again and again, as if the more I say it the clearer his reason for leaving me will become. Leaving me after I’ve told him how many times I’ve been left. In this same situation, again and again I have loved and love has been ripped away from me, “why would he leave? He’s safest here?” I try to make sense of it. But there is none.

No logic was made in his choice to leave. But he still left, “he told me he loved me” I whisper, “he thought I was asleep but I wasn’t and he told me he loved me. And now he’s gone”

I’m still reeling from this, standing slowly. Iida chastises me but I’m in my own world. One where I need to lay in bed and mope, wail and cry until the hurt leaves my body. Until I don’t want to run out and find him, I’m too tired to keep begging for someone’s love and affection. I don’t have it in me anymore to love. And maybe that sounds selfish but to be gifted a note that says he wants to protect me and the school but still leaves me. Knowing it may hurt me more than death to see him leave.

I close my door, sinking to the ground on shaky legs and sore bones. A lump shoves itself into my throat; I bow my head and I’m overwhelmed by the smell of him. The sweet cinnamon of his cologne. Vomit biles in my throat as I rip the shirt off. A desperate attempt to rid myself of him. A shoving cleanse of everything he’s gifted me.

Tears fall down my face, thick hot tears fall down my cheeks. Bowing at the curve of my lips, snot running down my nose. I’m shirtless crying in my dorm room, wailing and sobbing like some stupid girl but the boy I loved and the boy who told me he wanted to marry me just left me. Left me with no good explanation. God I want to die.

Air doesn’t feel like it’s air, and I can’t breathe. I’m weak as Momo lets herself into my room. Quiet and gently she grabs a shirt from my closet and tugs it over my shoulders.

“Shh. I know y/n just breathe”

I don’t fight her, I don’t fight as she lifts me into my bed. And lays with me, I don’t fight. I don’t have anything to fight. As the tears fall from my face and collect on my pillow, as they stick my eyelashes in clumps. As my nose runs and tears fall into my open mouth.

“He told me he wanted to marry me..” I hiccup against her skin, “and then he left me”

I repeat it again, softer this time. Like the way Izuku said he wanted more, more than just a girlfriend, “he told me he wanted to marry me, and then he left me”

I KNOW YOURE WORN AND EXHAUSTED

THIS IS ALL, THIS IS LOST ON YOU

(Aged up!!) I’ve been cooking this up for so looonngg

I love my life, I have a husband who loves me, a toddler who seems to be developing faster than might be good for her and a job that keeps me on my toes and pays me well. But it’s a job that keeps me away, a job I wasn’t willing to give up when I got pregnant. Katsuki had the option, paid maternity leave for a whole two years.

A thing I encouraged him to take, and though I believed he wished I was the one to stay and become a house wife but my career as a neurosurgeon doesn’t wait. There is no waiting while my tools are in the brain of another living breathing human.

“I just don’t understand why you can’t take more time at home? Is that too hard to ask?” He questions, it’s two in the morning. A reckless drive home under my exhausted worn eyes, “I come home when I need to. Why is it so hard for you”

“Because I’m saving the lives of people! People you can’t protect. Y’know today. I saved the life of a five year old girl who was going blind because of a tumor pressed against her optic nerve. That’s what I did today” I toss my purse onto the table and slip off my shoes.

“Suki took her first steps today. You wanna know what you missed? You missed our baby walking. That’s what you missed today.” He announces, “you don’t know how to quit. You can’t give in. You’re so obsessed with being the best you’ve given up everything that should be important to you”

His remark makes me laugh, “you realize that’s who you were when we first met. You were so power hungry for number one you pushed me aside. You forgot my birthday. Twice because you were so driven for that spot” I chastise, pushing my arms out of my jacket and dumping it on the couch.

His expression softens before he murmurs, “I will never understand you” so quiet I can barely hear it, so soft I only see his lips part slightly. But I know the words. I’ve heard them so often in my life I’ve grown accustomed to it.

It hurts my heart, but I feel the same as I did in my anatomy classes. Alone with a scalpel. Slowly opening a chest. I feel so alone, the one person I felt like I should’ve been able to talk to. Doesn’t understand what I do.

He doesn’t utter me a quick and heartless apology as he usually does when I go to bed. The bed is cold when I’m out of the shower, no body. No soul stuffed into our king sized bed.

I wear my own baggy shirts to bed, not my husbands, not anymore. He doesn’t even feel like my husband anymore. All I want is to talk about my day with him and have him understand that I love my job and my family and that I want to do both. All I’ve desired at the end of the day is to curl into bed with him, wrap my arms around him and kiss him and tell him that I saved a life today. To have him praise and appreciate me. There is no more of the sweetful bliss we used to share.

“Are you going to bed?” He asks, pulling the tucked covers and slowly sliding in.

I hum a little, staring at his back. Littered with scars and divots where skin was ripped and stitched back together. I want to talk to him, talk about everything, “did Suki go down well?” I ask as he rolls over to face me.

“Yeah. She misses you” he’s sorrowful and a little mournful when he confesses, “I miss you. I miss us”

Guilt doesn’t subside as his hands reach for my hips, a habit we’ve never broken. Throughout our fights and bickers we end our nights in a sweet embrace.

I want to apologize, but I can’t. I cant bring myself to apologize for something I love, “let’s just sleep” I can’t bring myself to face the situation I think I’ve caused myself. I close my eyes and I wonder if maybe I could’ve been happy being a housewife. If in maybe another life I wouldn’t stay in this marriage that sucks the life out of me.

“Oh. Ok, goodnight, I love you”

“I know”

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no1-pro hero!katsuki x babysitter!reader !!

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“is the brat asleep?”

you were knocked out of your cleaning trance upon hearing that familiar gruff voice, glancing over your shoulder and smiling before you looked back down to finish washing the dish in your hand. “he sure is.. he knocked out about twenty minutes ago.”

katsuki approached the sink, leaning against the counter as he watched you clean the dirty dishes in the sink. “how’s he been with you? i know he can be a handful.” you simply smiled and shook your head. “he’s an angel. s’got a temper like his daddy, but i know how to handle him.” you replied, your smile only growing. ever since you started working for bakugou you and his son became inseparable. he was the sweetest kid - sure his tantrums were a nightmare but he was awesome.

katsuki chuckled and nodded his head. “yeah sorry bout that.. he seems to take after me with a lot of those kinds of things. how are you with.. yknow, everything? working for me i mean. any complaints?” as you pondered his question you turned away from the now empty sink and grabbed a clean rag, drying your hands off on them before looking back up at katsukis taller frame. “i like it.. i really do. honestly i would do it for free. you’re son is wonderful and you’re..” you stop yourself before you accidentally say something unprofessional, smiling sheepishly as your ears heat up a few degrees. “you’re wonderful as well..”

the corner of katsukis mouth pulls into a grin noticing the faint hint of color on your cheeks and he leans in a little closer. “you’re pretty wonderful yourself.” he spoke in a foreignly tender voice and you can’t help but lower your head to hide the growing blush on your face and tuck your hair behind your ear. “thank you..” you say as you glance back up at him, your eyes switching between his red ones.

a brief moment of comfortable silence falls between you two before katsuki finally breaks it, his hand reaching out to rest on the counter top behind you. “do you wanna have dinner with me sometime?”

you almost choke on nothing, surprised by his sudden proposal and you find your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much. “i- yeah i would.. love that a lot.” you reply with a small giggle and a few chuckles pull from katsuki as well. “good.” he replies, nodding his head in triumph.

a moment of silence fell between you two but it wasn’t uncomfortable. when you first started working for katsuki, he was more stand-off-ish, not really making conversation or feeding into your attempts at small talk. but as the weeks of working for him turned into months he became more accustomed with you, and you were just so good with his son.

katsuki could still recall the moment he realized he was interested in you beyond working as his babysitter for his son - or his ‘brat’ as he referred to him as. he had come home from work late, pushing down enough of his ego to apologize for getting held up when he spotted you in his sons nursery, holding the small child in your arms protectively in your sleep. his features softened as he stared, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips and his heart swelled.

ever since that moment, he knew he wanted to get closer to you. he became more talkative, showing his appreciation more. he even started paying you more, which took him having to tell you to shut the hell up when you politely declined, pointing out that he had more money than he knew what to do with.

now that he’d finally made a move, you were beyond overjoyed. you weren’t sure what to expect of this date, but you couldn’t wait to finally get to know him on a deeper level.

brothers bestfriend!touya x bestfriends little sibling!reader

synopsis : basically just touya being your older brothers best friend and you constantly fawn over him but you’re off-limits so he ignores your advances 🤭

note: touya is like no more than three years older than reader so CHILL everyone is legal 😍 lmk if y’all want more of this or whatever REQUESTS ARE OPEN TOO!

Ik the mha ending was a while ago, but I just can’t understand the hate it got?? Yeah the ending was a bit rushed and I wish we could’ve gotten more insight on Class 1-A as third years amongst other things. But it also seems a bit fitting too? Idk if that’s just me??

Here’s a little rant ig abt the ending that I wrote at 3 am

‪I like the part where we get to see Koda attend UA, and Eri a normal school carrying an instrument. I especially liked that kodas perception of hero’s changed so much he’s training to become one!! I wonder who changed his mind.. ‬anyways! I also don’t get why people say that they were “scammed” or “tricked” because deku didn’t become no.1 or anyone from the wonder trio (is that what they’re even called? I’m just guessing) whilst it would be nice if deku or anyone from class 1A DID become number 1 that’s not what the story is entirely about. It’s about how izuku became the worlds GREATEST hero and NOT the number ONE hero. And how his body moved before he could think in a dangerous where not even the pros or AM moved (Ik AM was at his limit, dk about the pros tho) Despite the fact that AM told him he could not become a hero without a quirk only a while ago. Because regardless of being quirkless midoriya had the heart and compassion of a true hero. Which was even acknowledged by stain during/after their fight. I feel like another part of the story was that along his journey Midoriya inspired SO many people. Even before he went to UA! He inspired Kirishima who heard the story about the boy who rushed out to save a hostage while the pros were waiting. Even AM (when he saw how midoriya rushed out to save bakugo which reminded him of himself? Or someone else), Todoroki who refused to use his fire, Rody, Katsuma(?), Uraraka who at the beginning just wanted to help her parents financially, and many more were inspired by him. Which I’ll come back to later, but in chapter 429: midoriya says that uraraka is his hero. As he is always getting saved by her and that she’s always prioritized others over herself. Which is why he doesn’t want to depend on her strength forever, and tells her that holding someone’s hand can put your heart at ease. Which is why I think when he says that “if we we keep reaching out our hands even when it’s none of our business, then I’m sure that..” hits extra. Because he’s already done that on multiple occasions!! He’s reached out to Todoroki who refused to use his fire, because of his father, eri who also refused because she didn’t want to be the cause of others pain. And to Tenko shimura during their last battle, which was the result of him losing OFA. All of these people he’s reached out not with just words, but also through his actions even if they didn’t want his help, because he cared.

Which also reminds me of that parallel(can I even call it that) between Tenko/Shigaraki, and that new character introduced in chap 429. Because he was also treated badly by his family, and when he escaped he started roaming the streets. Like who???? TENKO. And who does he get approached by??? THE SAME GRANDMA WHO LEFT TENKO. But this time she actually reaches out to him, instead of leaving him like she did with tenko all those years ago. And mentions how she’s always wondered if that kid (tenko) was saved by a hero after she left him. She also mentions how on that day izuku showed them something, and that instead of just rooting on him they felt the need to do something themselves. WHICH IS WHY SHE REACHED OUT TO HIM THIS TIME!!!!!

Because to Izuku if caring about others is the first step to becoming a hero, then on that day they were ALL the greatest heroes. Everyone cared about Someone during that battle, Uraraka cared about Toga, Midoriya cared about Tenko, Shoto cared about Touya etc. I chose these as an example, because regardless of their status as villain or hero they still reached out to them. (Shoto might be a bad example since touya is his brother, but I feel like there’s a difference between touya and dabi which is why I used them) Both midoriya and Uraraka wished that they had met them when they were younger, so things could’ve turned out differently? (I think shoto did to, but it’s 3 am so Idrk)

I also don’t really get the hate around the fact that izuku became a teacher. Yes it would’ve been nice if he still had OFA, but he’s STILL pro hero. Or at least becomes one at the end. I’ve also seen a few “this is the story of how I piqued in high school”, which are lwk a bit funny I’ll admit. BUT STILL PISS ME OFF. Because if UA is soo hard to get into surely the teachers are good too? WHICH THEY ARE. most if not all of them are pro heroes, and I’m pretty sure that all of them were active heroes on top of that. And izuku DID graduate from UA, so doesn’t that technically make him a pro hero, but not an active one???? Anyways, him becoming a teacher is quite cool if you ask me! He’s smart and his understanding and analysis on quirks is soo helpful for students that need help??? And as he said so himself, now that his dream has come true he wants to give people dreams. YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT DOESNT SOUND COOL ASF.

Ik the mha ending was a while ago, but I just can’t understand the hate it got?? Yeah the ending was a bit rushed and I wish we could’ve gotten more insight on Class 1-A as third years amongst other things. But it also seems a bit fitting too? Idk if that’s just me??