Rose !!

19 !!

[leleyro]

Hear me out :

Izuku Midoriya used to stutter a lot back in primary/middle school (it kinda stopped when he met all might, due to him being more confident or smth)

And even as an adult, the first time he tried to speak to you, he was stuttering HARD. Took him a minute to ask for your name (which you gave him, as well as your number)

[snoopyzuku]

the cutest sweetest angel baby in the whole entire world izuku midoriya there will never be another like you

[is-bakugou-alive-yet]

Height difference bkdk is real

[glitch1d]

Hi glitch!! Im so glad youre back i missed seeing your works but i understood needing time away 💚

My question is about the midoriya family, do you think theres ever been a time where izuku REALLY hurt reader's feelings? Like enough to where the sprouts were angry at him?

Please take care of yourself! Lots of hugs

-kitty

A/N: Hey Kitty!! I think there was a time that Izuku hurt Reader's feelings but it was mostly in the beginning of their marriage. Like within the first 5 - 7 years of their marriage. I think they've rarely fought just had arguments, Izuku is probably very great at communicating. You have been warned though. This one is a bad.

Your dream

Izuku Midoriya x Fem! Reader

Warning: ANGST, this happens 5 years into Reader and Izuku's relationship so Toshinori is 3 years old here.

You stood in the doorway of your bedroom watching as your husband paced back and fourth on the phone, an open suitcase and carry on bag on your bed. He had been on this call since he had entered the home. He hadn't even said hello to you yet, only a kiss of a cheek and nothing else.

You knew that sometimes he would get caught up in Prohero things but this was not what you thought. Midoriya Izuku was a workaholic. A professional at keeping to what was expected of him and what he needed to do.

Even if it meant letting others down sometimes.

Something you had slowly figured out in the past 5 years of your marriage.

"Yes, of course I'll make it for the private jet. The Number One Hero of the US will be meeting me at JFK personally. I can't be late." You heard him say as he walked back to his open suitcase with a set of his pyjama pants in his hands. He started folding it halfharzedly. He paused as he listened to the person on the phone. "ProHero Shoto and Uravity is going too?"

At the mention of ProHero Uravity you stiffened, your eyebrows furrowing.

Izuku had given you no reason to suspect that he was even thinking of any other person other than you. He had always been reassuring and loving towards you, never giving you even the slightest hint of doubt.

I mean you could have said the same thing about Katsuki, but you didn't want to think about that.

Your husband let out a laugh as he moved back to his closet. "Oh yah, we'll definitely have to go golfing with them in Florida, it goes well with diplomatic relations." You let out a loud cough. Izuku turned his head moving to look over the edge of the doorway out of the walk in closet to look at you. He blinked. "Hey, so I got to go finish packing. I'll see you in an hour." He finally put down the phone and stepped out with a gentle smile as he stood there oblivious. "Hey Y/N, what's up?"

"Why are you packing your suitcase Izu?" You asked motioning to his All Might suitcase on the bed.

He turned to his suitcase with a look almost as if realising it was there for the first time. You saw his eyes close as he squeezed his eyes realising something. He covered his face with his eyes with a groan. "Holy All Might, I forgot to tell you." His voice was muffled by his hands as he dragged them down his face. He sighed as he dropped his hands and looked at you with a pained expression. "Sorry baby, but I'm heading to New York."

Your eyes widened. "New York? Like the United States of America, New York?" You asked clarifying.

"Yah." He let out clearly knowing he was wrong for not telling you.

"When are you going?"

He seemed to shrink in on himself. "My flight leaves in 4 hours."

Your eyes flew open drastically in shock. "FOUR- IZUKU!"

"I know, I know!" He said putting his hands out in defense. "But I have a ProHero summit with other superheroes from G7 countries I'll only be gone for a week." He explained as if it made it any better.

Your arms folded over your chest. He could not be serious, you knew he was sometimes forgetful but not to tell you was atrocious. You scowled. "And when exactly where you going to tell me?"

"I was going to tell you eventually."

"When? While you are on your private jet?!" You asked motioning to the side. "Do you even know what day it is in 2 days?!"

Izuku paused as he tried to think about it. "Monday?" He asked confused with a shrug.

At his clear ignorance your face fell. To think that you'd finally see it. The day that your husband did not care about enough to remember, enough to prioritise.

You took a step forward with a scowl on your face. "It's your son's birthday." You spat out lowly, anger dripping over every syllable.

Immediately he froze at the words. Birthday? Was it already June?

He squeezed his eyes shut. "Damn it. I forgot."

"Clearly you freaking forgot, Izuku. Now cancel you're trip so you can be here."

"I can't just cancel a trip for a birthday Y/N." He sighed as he rubbed his eyes with his fingers.

Your eyes widened. Even in the dim light of your bedroom, he could see every ounce of your rage written on your face. "Toshinori is turning three! It isn't just a birthday, Izuku."

Izuku let out a groan as he dropped his hands. "He won't even remember it."

"What does it matter that he won't even remember it! It matters to him! He's our son! All our friends and their children are going to be there. Toshinori is excited to have his dad be there!"

"I am the Number One ProHero of this country, Y/N." He said putting his hands together as he tried to communicate it to you, he was trying not to raise his voice alongside you but it was getting harder to do so. "I can't make it for every birthday and slumber party!"

"It's not about the party!" You shouted. "It's about being there for your son! It's about being here with me!" You stated a hand to your stomach. "I'm-"

"Y/N, I can't do this right now. I have a flight to catch and these are important relationships that determine more than just us." He said turning around to grab his travelling bathroom bag. "I'm doing this for us."

"WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME!" You shouted at him.

"BECAUSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE SACRIFICES I HAVE TO MAKE FOR MY DREAM!" He shouted back turning back to you with a glint of All for One crossing his green locks. Anger and desperation in his eyes.

You stared at him and blinked. "Your dream?" You asked softly.

"Mommy..." You both turned around shocked at the sound of your toddler. Toshinori stood at the door wide eyed and confused as he looked between the both of you. He blinked and rubbed his nose as he stood in his onesie that was designed to look like his father's prohero costume. "Mommy why you and daddy fighting? You loud."

You instantly eased as you forced a smile to your face as you fought back tears. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's okay." You walked over to Toshinori. "Did we wake you up?" He nodded his head tiredly but looked past you to his dad.

Izuku smiled as he walked over to the two of you. "Hey buddy, you should go to bed but daddy is going to be gone when you wake up okay?"

Toshinori's eyebrows furrowed together his little lips pursing. "Gone where?"

You looked at your husband with a look begging him not to do this.

He glanced up at you before looking back at Toshinori. "Daddy needs to go on a plane to America. He needs to go meet with some other heroes." He smiled as he crouched down in front of Toshinori.

Your son took a moment to think about this statement. "Daddy will be back for my birthday?" He asked.

Izuku sucked in a breath but put on a sad smile. "No." He shook his head. "I won't be there." At those words you saw your son's mouth frown as tears went to his eyes. Izuku quickly moved to take his son's little hands into his bigger ones. "but I'll get you something super nice while on my trip. A nice big present."

Toshinori paused and sniffed, his crying halted. "A big present?"

"Yes a very big present."

"But its far away?"

"Yes, so it will take some time but I'll bring it in 6 days okay." He held up six fingers. "Can you protect mommy like Daddy does for 6 days while I'm gone."

Toshinori sniffed and rubbed his nose with his sleeve. "Okay."

Izuku picked up your son and kissed his head. "That's my boy, how about I put you back to bed."

Izuku walked out of the room, with your son in his arms.

By the time that Izuku walked back into the master bedroom you were no where to be seen. After he finished packing he found you seemingly asleep in the guest bedroom. He hesitated at the door, his bags packed and at the door. He opened his mouth to say something but it felt as though there was a ball stuck in his throat.

He walked over to your form and kissed your head. "I'll call you when you're up." He said softly.

You didn't respond.

It hurt to see you in a bed that wasn't the one you both shared but he understood your anger.

Or maybe he didn't.

The entire drive to the airport, the commission sent vehicle to pick him up, he could barely focus. He could barely breathe. He hated doing this to you. Even when boarding the jet and Shoto and Ochaco at his side he barely heard a word of what they said.

When he entered his private bedroom in the cabin, determined to catch some sleep if any at all while travelling. He put his carry on onto the bed and started sifting through everything but paused when he saw something he had not packed.

An envelope sat snugly in his bag. It had no sender nor who it was for. He opened it and pulled out a square piece of paper.

Staring back at him was a sonogram dated from the beginning of this week from the OBGYN that you had had since Toshinori. A 9 week photo. Scribbled at the bottom was written in your hand writing.

"Hope the sacrifices were worth it for YOUR dream. We'll be here."

Izuku couldn't breathe as he stared down at it.

It wasn't even three seconds later when he raced to the trashcan of the room, his body wretching.

He felt sick.

-Glitch1d

[hvnlyly]

OH, SUGAR! 𖦹 pairing: pro hero!izuku x baker!reader 𖦹 fluff 𖦹 content: gn!reader, quirkless!reader, strangers to lovers, jealous!izuku 𖦹 a/n: soft launching the new theme bc I’m the most indecisive person ever and I already grew tired of the pink

𖦹 synopsis: based on this lovely request

𖦹 m.list 𖦹 rules

Your first meeting had been anything but planned.

It had been a dull day at work— which is something you can't really complain about when you're a hero, since it means there aren't villains causing havoc in the streets. As much as Izuku liked the adrenaline that came from a fight, he didn't mind having a peaceful patrol every now and then— even if it meant being stopped every few minutes to take a picture or sign something.

It was late in the afternoon when the theft happened, at the expense of a pretty known jewellery in the neighbourhood. The criminals rushed out of the store, bags heavy and filled to the brink on each of their shoulders, and he immediately gave chase. Unfortunately, they weren't willing to back down easily and a fight broke out— it wasn't particularly hard, but it was practically impossible to keep it under wraps.

The criminals gave it their all, flashing their quirks until they were bound and couldn't lift a single limb anymore. Izuku was trained, which meant he knew how to keep environmental damage to the minimum, but the criminals clearly hadn't cared about not hitting buildings or people in their desperate attempt at escape. Thankfully, the scene had been evacuated almost immediately and most people had found refugee in nearby open stores.Still, Izuku felt the moral need to check that everyone was unharmed— which led him to enter the building in which he had seen most people hiding inside of.

The bell on the door chimed when he stepped in and the smell of chocolate and freshly baked goods enveloped him instantly. He could feel the tension in the air, the way people sat close together and held hands while they all anxiously turned towards him. His reassurance that the criminals had been taken care of was met with sighs of relief all around and the somber mood lifted as people started talking between each other.

His eyes swept from person to person, checking if someone had gotten injured and needed aid.

"No one got hurt, if that's what you're worrying about."

Izuku turned towards the direction the voice spoke from and almost choked on his own saliva. There in front of him stood perhaps the most gorgeous person he had ever seen. A warm smile graced your lips as you looked at him and Izuku was suddenly aware that he looked like a mess— his suit had dirt all over it, his hair was most likely more tousled than it already was on the regular and he could feel the familiar sting of a bruise beginning to form on his jaw.

"Checked everyone myself, we're all fine," you continued. "Or well, unharmed, at least. Obviously, we should thank you for that."

Izuku was still reeling from the absolute beauty that was talking to him, but he had enough wits to remember he was supposed to be a hero on duty at the moment. He shook his head and smiled at you, slipping back into his professional persona. "Just doing my job. Glad no one got caught in the crossfire."

He looked down and noticed for the first time the plate in your hands, carrying lots of different cookies— plain, dark with sprinkles, with chocolate chips and others he had no clue what they could taste of. But boy, did they look just as good as they smelled.

"Oh, you want one?" you asked, noticing his staring and pushing the plate in front of him. "Please, go ahead. You can take as many as you want, I have another tray in the oven as we speak."

"Oh, I..." he stammered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't usually carry any money around on patrol, I'm sorry."

You looked at him as if he suddenly grew two heads. "You don't need to pay, they're on the house. I'm giving them to everyone— you know, free dopamine after the scare they got from the robbery. There are many children and elders taking a walk around here at this hour, they were the most distressed when they hid in here. And well, I can't do much to reassure them, but, in my experience, sugar always makes things at least a little bit better, so..."

Izuku was sure his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He's grateful you're too invested in your monologue to notice the way he's staring at you in awe, like you're some sort of angel. He couldn’t even pretend your kindness wasn’t doing something to him— you just sounded so sweet so effortlessly, like you didn't have to think before doing something so utterly caring for a bunch of strangers.

He returned his focus to the conversation at hand when you sighed “So, please do take one," you said, pouting playfully. "I'll get offended if you don't, Deku. Would you really disappoint your biggest fan and reject their humble gift?"

Did you just say biggest fan?

Izuku felt his cheeks heating up, and he's grateful that the flush could still be confused as a result from the physical strain he just went through. He ran a hand through his hair and laughed under his breath at the sulky look on your face— ignoring the way it made his chest feel all tight and uncomfortable.

"Well, if it's my biggest fan... I don't really have a chance, do I?" he replied, reaching for a cookie. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," you responded, flashing him one last smile before moving to deliver those cookies to everyone else.

After that day, he used any excuse to make unannounced visits in your bakery.

"Just checking on last week's damage!"

"Oh, I had patrol nearby."

"My friend's agency is in the area."

Every time without fail, you greeted him with a smile and a knowing glint in your eyes. Izuku knew you didn’t believe him, but you never called him out on it or rejected him, which he considered a small win— at least, it was safe to say you weren't annoyed by his presence. At some point, you seemed to have even learned his schedule and, when he'd stop by, you'd have his favourites already waiting for him.

Even tho he could never stay too long, Izuku always looked forward to seeing you. You brought something new in his life, a kind of excitement not even being a hero could give him. It didn't matter if he was tired, hurt or stressed— it only took the sight of your warm smile for his chest to expand, like he was finally able to breathe again.

You seemed genuinely interested in knowing him too— Izuku, not Deku— and he was just as curious about you. What you were like, what made you want to become a baker, what you did in your free time— every little information was sacred to him, treated like a gift you blessed him with.

What started as normal conversation between two strangers progressively grew deeper. Izuku never really forgot the way you playfully called yourself "his biggest fan" the first time you saw each other, nor was he able to ignore the familiar "ah, my favourite hero's back!" you'd always greet him with. It always left him wondering if your words were genuine or if you were just having a laugh, but he was far too scared of the answer to ask you directly.

Turns out he didn’t have to, as the subject came up naturally during one of your usual conversation, after about a month of him buzzing in and out of your bakery.

“There is no way you just asked me that,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him from behind the counter.

“Why? I’m just curious!” Izuku protested, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Are you embarrassed because it’s one of my friends? That’d make things better! I could bring them here sometimes so you’d meet them if you want! Or well, I could try. Some of them wouldn’t really be opposed to the idea— I think Shoto and Uraraka already want to get to know you anyway— but Kacchan would be pretty hard to convince, even tho he’s a lot more collaborative those days, so maybe—“

“Okay, okay. Rein in your horses,” you interrupted him, snapping him out of his rambling. Izuku had half a mind to be embarrassed about his incoherent mumbling, but you just smiled at him and he forgot why he was worrying in the first place.

You sighed as you grabbed a towel and started drying the mugs in front of you. “I’m not embarrassed. I just… I already told you who my favourite hero is.” You casted one look at him and whatever it was that you saw made you snort softly and shake your head.

“Didn’t I say I’m your biggest fan once?”

That gave him pause. Izuku stared at you in complete silence, as if waiting for the joke’s punchline to be dropped. “I, well- I didn’t think you were serious.”

“Right, because Japan’s saviour isn’t half of the population’s favourite hero,” you retorted sarcastically. “I thought you’d be more used to fans.”

“I am, but…” Izuku trailed off, unsure. How does he tell you he can’t believe someone as awesome as you could like him that much? How does he say that you’re far too interesting to be invested in someone like him?

He doesn’t, but he voiced another doubt of his instead.

“Why?”

Izuku watched you as you wiped the counter with a dry rag, keeping your eyes on your task. A few seconds passed in total silence and he’s not sure you’re going to answer him— and as disappointed as he was, he knew better than to pry and risk hitting a nerve.

He opened his mouth, ready to apologise for overstepping when—

“I don’t have a quirk.” His heart stuttered and his eyes widened. His attention was solely focused on you, every other sound drowned out in favour of your voice, softer and more hesitant than he'd ever heard it. "I don't think I have to tell you what's that like. How... broken and wrong everyone makes you feel for something completely out of your control."

Fragments of his past flashed in front of his eyes. The pity in strangers' gazes, the whispers trailing after his back, the mean names. It came crashing down on him— that feeling of powerlessness, of being considered weak without ever being given a chance to prove himself, because being quirkless defined him more than his actions ever could.

His heart aches imagining a younger you going through the same.

"It's like, all my life, people had their own idea of what kind of person I'd become simply because I was quirkless. I was supposed to be docile, frail, uninteresting— nothing special, overall. And I guess at some point, I believed that was true. That I wasn't meant for big things, that I would always be on the sidelines, because that's where you have to be if you're... you know, different."

You paused and Izuku was so fixated on you that he could even hear the slightest exhale from your lips— the same lips that twitched up as your eyes finally met his again, sincere and awestruck.

"And then, when I was fifteen, the world almost ended and was saved by this guy with crazy powers who moved across the battlefield like some sort of god among mortals. I've never really been interested in heroes before— perhaps because they were too tied to the concept of quirks for me to be comfortable getting involved— but no one could deny how strong he was, how just seeing him fighting had given everyone hope that maybe things could go right."

Izuku felt a lump in his throat and his chest growing tight, both because of the memories that surfaced in his mind and because of your tone. You spoke of him with so much admiration that he almost couldn’t take it— in the years, Izuku has had many people saying they look up to him, but they never sounded like that.

“And then I found out you were quirkless and it’s like… the world tilted on its axis for me. Because I never thought a quirkless person could be so strong and powerful— I was never allowed to.

But you showed it to me. That it didn’t matter if someone had a quirk or not, that it wasn’t some stupid power that made a person great. It was always about believing in yourself and following your heart. I don’t know if I could have came to this conclusion without you."

You smiled, a little flush dusting your cheeks. "You could say that… you gave me hope, for the first time in my life.”

Izuku’s breath came out shaky as he dropped his head, trying to ignore the stinging in his eyes. He didn’t want to cry in front of you— especially not when you just opened up to him about something so personal.

But how could he not get emotional? Every word you spoke resonated with him, reached deep into his chest to grab at his heartstrings and pull. He remembers the feeling of hopelessness, of non belonging. He remembers how it feels like when no one believes in you, not even yourself.

He remembers the first time he felt hope. When All Might came to him and gave him a chance, opening a door to his dream. It felt like the sun had finally shone in his life, like the rainbow that follows the storm. Everything was brighter, everything felt lighter.

And he felt like maybe he did matter, at least a little bit.

He made you feel like that.

"I know, it's like... a lot to drop on you," you laughed nervously, shuffling on your feet. "But yeah. You're just... a great inspiration for me, that's all. As a hero and now that I know you... I think as a person too."

That conversation made it possible for your relationship to grow and bloom into something far more intimate. Izuku still stopped by most days, but he didn't use excuses anymore and you didn't pretend to wonder why he was there.

Sometimes he'd came in the early morning, before his patrol started. The bakery still wasn't open to the public— it wouldn't be for at least another half an hour— but the rules clearly didn't apply to him. You'd always let him in and sit him at a table, where a hot drink and some freshly baked pastries were already waiting for him, and basically force him to have breakfast— to which he agreed only after convincing you to sit down with him and keep him company. Time would fly as you spoke about everything and nothing at all at the same time, going back and forth on the most mundane of things.

Other times, he'd pay you a late visit, barely making it in time for the bakery to still be open. You'd immediately notice the slump in his shoulders as he headed for a table in the corner. You'd sit down with him and listen to him ranting about how hard of a day it had been, how patrol went bad and he felt like the worst hero in the world. Once he was done spilling his feelings, it was his turn to offer an ear: he'd nod along to the stories you told him and get defensive on your behalf when you recalled a customer being mean to you. When he stepped out on the sidewalk, it was like a weight lifted from his shoulders and he could finally head home with a calm mind.

After a few months, Izuku couldn't deny it anymore: he was surely, steadily, falling in love with you. He had been attracted to you from the start— developed a stupid crush the moment you smiled at him and handed him a free cookie. Getting to know you had only spur those feelings on: you were so kind, so smart, so funny— he could spend days listing all the things he liked about you.

Quickly, seeing you at work wasn't enough anymore. He longed to be closer to you, to take you out on a proper date and hold your hand through the entire evening. And yet, fear held him back from taking that step. He got close many times, the words sitting right on the tip of his tongue, but his mind always got the best of him.

What if you were only being friendly? What if you didn't feel the same as him and he made things uncomfortable between you?

Staying friends with you would hurt, but giving you up completely was practically unthinkable at this point.

And so, Izuku planned to keep his mouth shut and cherish what he was given, without asking for more. Unfortunately, he hadn't take into consideration how traitorous his heart could be.

The bell above the door chimed as Izuku dragged himself inside the bakery, exhausted from the long patrol and in dire need of a pick me up. He ran a hand through his tousled hair in a poor attempt to tame it and opened his mouth to greet you, but no words came out.

His eyes zeroed on you— or more specifically, on the guy you were talking to. One arm resting on the counter, leaning more into your space with every exchanged word and a smug smirk on his face. It was clear as day he was flirting with you— and laying it on thick too.

Izuku's heart fell to the pit of his stomach.

He casted a panicked look at you, trying to get a read on your thoughts. He saw the familiar twitch of your lips from when you were trying to contain a smile, but it was hard to tell whether you were actually interested or merely amused by the exaggerated wooing. He remained rooted in place, watching as the guy slipped you a piece of paper and headed for the exit.

Izuku blinked, feeling his heart in his throat. He had never taken this possibility into consideration, for whatever reason. It only made sense other guys would notice you and ask you out— you were, after all, easy on the eye— but he never thought it would actually happen.

He had been more than ready to keep his feelings under wraps for a lifetime, but he had never considered that, in the meantime, other people would hit on you. He had never considered you could accept them, go on dates with them and find yourself a partner, while he was left pining after someone he couldn't have anymore.

His mind ran wild for a minute— each image that flashed in front of him felt like a blow to his chest. He saw you smiling at someone else, reaching for their hand, kissing them— loving them, the same way he was learning to love you.

“Hey!” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. His sight focused on you and your warm smile, but his heart was still hammering in his chest. “You’re off early today.”

He gave you a tentative smile, hoping it didn’t look as tight as it felt. “Yeah,” he huffed, leaning against the counter. “Just in time to see your new admirer leaving.”

Izuku bit his tongue as soon as he said that. He hadn’t meant for those words to leave his mouth, nor had he meant for them to sound so bitter. You didn’t owe him anything. It wasn’t your fault his stomach was churning the longer he spent thinking about another guy taking you out and treating you the way he longed to do.

You blinked, confused, before a sparkle of recognition flashed on your face. “Oh, that.” You chuckled under your breath, shaking your head. “Yeah, he’s been coming in for a week now. Always flirting it up a bunch.”

“He doesn’t seem bad,” Izuku mused softly, trying his best to sound as friendly as possible— even tho his hands were clenched into fists at his sides.

You shrugged. “I guess he doesn’t. I don’t know if there’s anything there, but he’s pretty entertaining, at least.”

You paused for a moment, before looking back at him. “He gave me his number today,” you added. “Said I should text him if I decide to let him take me out one night.”

Izuku felt the bile raising in his throat at the mere thought of it. “Yeah? You think you’ll do it?” he asked, busying himself with a loose thread on his shirt to keep the attention off his shaky hands.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” His heart stuttered. “I mean, it’s just one date. I haven’t been on one in like forever, it would be fun. Sure, he’s not the type of guy I’d normally go with, but it’s not like I’m getting swarmed by confessions, so—“

"Go with me." The words slipped out before he could stop them, surprising him. He saw the way your eyes widened and your eyebrows rose, shock and confusion plastered all over your face. Izuku briefly considered taking them back, but ultimately couldn't find a good reason to.

The cards were already on the table, he might as well risk it— after all, you were more than worthy the leap of faith.

"On... a date." He wetted his chapped lips with his tongue and took a deep breath. "If you want, obviously. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. But I can take you out. I'd... I'd love to take you out, actually."

Time stilled as he looked at you, eagerly waiting for your answer. Izuku's anxiety grew the longer you didn't say anything, but stared at him with a blank face. He could already imagine what was going to happen— you'd reject him, your friendship would be over, he wouldn't be able to step foot here ever again...

Then, against all odds, you smiled. "I was wondering how long it was going to take you to ask me. Does Friday work for you?"

Izuku gaped at you, speechless, before the sound of your giggles snapped him back to reality. "Yeah," he breathed out, a lovesick smile blooming on his lips. "That's- yeah, it works. It’s perfect.”

[sundae-meringue]

I'm gratitudemaxxing rn. I love my comfy bed and chocolate chip cookies and my weird gay friends and blorbo from my shows. I love libraries and parks and movie theaters and restaurants and festivals. I love bubble tea and hip hop and honeysuckle. I love everyone who's reading this.

[savsketches]

izuku bday!!

[zoehaze]

— IZUKU COMING HOME TO HIS SLEEPING WIFE AND SON

notes: i hope this injects some dopamine directly into your brain cells. loves, reblogs, and soft screams in the inbox are appreciated!! 🥰

warnings: absolutely none. zero. pure unadulterated tooth-rotting fluff. local hero is devastatingly in love with his family, more at 11. casual mentions of paperwork and exhaustion but that’s literally it.

The key turned in the lock with a soft, metallic click that sounded way too loud in the quiet of the apartment.

Izuku slipped inside, shoulders dropping the absolute second the door closed behind him. It had been a long day. The kind of day where your bones feel heavy and your mind is just a blur of paperwork, patrol routes, and trying to explain to a rookie why you can't just smash through a building to catch a petty thief.

He kicked off his boots, sighing as he padded into the hallway in his socks. The apartment was dark, save for the faint, warm amber glow of the kitchen nightlight and a sliver of light escaping from the cracked living room door.

He followed the light. Obviously. Because he’s a moth to the flame when it comes to his family.

Izuku pushed the door open an extra inch, and his heart just… melted. Completely liquefied. There was nothing left but mush.

There, sprawled out on the couch under a giant, fluffy All Might throw blanket (a housewarming gift from All Might himself that Izuku will defend with his life), were you and your four-year-old son, Haru.

Haru was completely dead to the world, face pressed right into your side, one chubby little hand gripping the front of your shirt like he was holding on for dear life. He had inherited his dad’s unruly curls, which were currently sticking up in every single direction imaginable. And you were slumped against the arm of the couch, one arm wrapped securely around Haru’s waist, your breathing slow and even. A half-finished book was resting dangerously close to slipping off your lap onto the floor.

Izuku just stood there for a solid minute, a soft, ridiculous smile spreading across his face. He rubbed the back of his neck, his thumb brushing against his collarbone, just taking it in. This is mine, he thought, and the sheer weight of how lucky he was hit him all over again.

He stepped into the room, making sure his footsteps were completely silent—a skill that usually served him well during stealth missions, but was currently being deployed solely to not wake up his sleeping treasures.

He knelt beside the couch, carefully picking up the book from your lap and placing it on the coffee table. Then, he leaned in.

First, a tiny, feather-light kiss to Haru’s forehead, right between his messy curls. Haru let out a tiny, soft sigh, his little nose twitching, but he didn’t wake up. He just shuffled closer to you.

Then, Izuku shifted his gaze to you. He reached out, his calloused, scarred fingers being incredibly gentle as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His thumb lingered on your cheekbone, smoothing over your skin.

"Hey," he whispered, so quietly it was barely a breath.

Your eyelashes fluttered, and you blinked sleepily, the ambient light catching the haze in your eyes. It took you a second to register him, but when you did, your lips curved into that soft, sleepy smile that always made Izuku’s chest ache in the best way.

"Mmh… 'Zuku," you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep. You tried to shift to give him space, but Haru let out a tiny whine, tightening his grip on your shirt.

"Don't move, don't move, it's okay," Izuku quickly whispered, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you still. "Stay comfortable. I've got you."

He leaned down and kissed you properly—soft, slow, and lingering, tasting like home and warmth. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours for a second, just breathing you in. The scent of your laundry detergent and the faint smell of the tea you’d probably had earlier completely washed away the lingering stress of his day.

"You're late," you murmured, your eyes already half-closed again.

"I know. I'm sorry, sweetheart. Reports took longer than expected," he said, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He ran his hand down your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Go back to sleep."

"Come to bed soon?"

"In a few minutes. I'm just gonna change."

He kissed the tip of your nose, making you huff a little laugh, before he carefully pulled the All Might blanket up a little higher, tucking it securely around both you and Haru.

Izuku stood up, looking down at his wife and his son, completely at peace. He might be the Number One Hero to the rest of the world, but standing in his quiet living room, looking at the two people who held his entire universe in their hands?

Yeah. He had already won.

[izukusoulmate]

I love izuku so much it’s insane

[bombshellriot]

꒰ crybaby. ꒱

izuku midoriya cannot stand to see you cry </3

╰┈➤ izuku midoriya x reader (comfort)❤︎

a/n: i finished rewatching my hero academia for the umpteenth time, and seeing izuku cry while comforting ochaco in "the girl who loves to smile" gave me some inspiration </3

508 words.

it's true, izuku midoriya has always been a crybaby.

ever since he first started working with all might, one of the first things he told him was that they "had to fix his leaky eyes", even koda notices how prone he is to waterworks. it's just who he is.

he definitely inherited his sensitivity from his mother. they were both extremely empathetic, and felt everything so deeply. both a blessing and a curse. he wasn't raised in a kind of household where he was told to hold back his emotions or what he was feeling, so he never had a problem with his so-called "leaky eyes".

it proved to be a slight inconvenience when it came to you, though.

you had a simply terrible day. it seemed like everything that could go wrong did go wrong. by the end of the day, you were absolutely defeated. you wanted nothing more than to collapse in your partners arms, and so you did.

now you're here, standing in your living room while izuku had his arms wrapped around you and your face was buried in his chest. you cried about your day, letting everything off your chest as tears spilled from your eyes. izuku gently rubbed your back as you cried, actively listening with occasional "mhm"s and "oh, i'm sorry, baby…"s coming from his lips.

you had finally started to calm down when you sniffled and looked up, your eyes widening slightly. izuku had some tears threatening to spill from his waterline while a small smile was on his face. the tears were just barely noticeable, but of course you noticed them.

"'zuku?" you questioned, moving some of his bangs away from his face while you stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "'m sorry, did i upset you, honey?"

izuku quickly shook his head, returning a quick kiss to your forehead and rubbing your back still. "no, of course not. you didn't do anything wrong, i just…" he smiled weakly, blinking the tears away. "i just can't stand seeing you cry, it makes me cry too."

your lower lip quivered, and your eyes filled with tears again as you lay your head on his chest again. your heart absolutely swelled with affection for your partner. "oh—izuku! why do you have to be so sickeningly sweet?!" you cried out, gripping his shirt.

izuku let out a breathless laugh, resting his chin on the top of your head. "oh, stop it. i'm not that sweet." he took a step back from you, cradling one of your hands. "now, how about i make dinner for us and we watch your favorite show? that should help you feel better."

you nod, sniffling once more and wiping your face with your sleeve. you shuffled to a bar stool that sat behind a counter near the kitchen so you could watch izuku cook, listening to him ramble on about his day and his students to distract you from your own day.

god, you got so lucky with that man.

© bombshellriot — all rights reserved. do not plagiarise my work, post it on other platforms, or feed it into ai.

[sorenellebrair]

ᣞ ᜓ᛫ ⋆♱ THE FRATBOYS | a bakudeku series

cw: angst, bakudeku x femnerd!reader, colege au, shy innocent!reader, bakugo is actually nice for once, lmk if i mised anything <3

pt. 1 | 2 | 3

☾ “What do you mean she liked it and then unliked it?” Izuku questioned frantically, rubbing both hands down his face.

“Dude, it’s really not that big of a deal,” Kirishima chuckled, leaning back against the boat railing.

Izuku sat hunched on the bench, the sound of waves crashing nearby doing nothing to ease the anxious twist in his stomach. He really liked you. More than he’d liked anyone in a long time. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off before he even got the chance to talk to you properly.

“Nah, he’s losing it ‘cause she’s cute,” Bakugo smirked, arms crossed over his chest. The girls around them let out a collective “Ouuu~~” followed by giggles.

“Kacchan, this is serious. She’s not like—”

“Yeah, yeah, not like other girls. We get it,” Bakugo rolled his eyes dramatically. “I tried to follow her on my spam and she blocked me. Boo-fucking-hoo.”

Izuku let out a defeated groan, tilting his head back against the bench and staring up at the sky. The late afternoon sun felt too bright.

He felt two soft hands slide over his chest from behind.

“It’s okay, Deku…” Ochako’s voice purred sweetly in his ear, her body pressing against the back of the bench. “I’m sure there’s someone else who can fill that little gap for you.”

Izuku’s expression hardened instantly. He sat up straight, grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands off him with a firm but controlled motion.

“If I wanted you,” he said, voice low and clipped, “you wouldn’t be my ex. Get off me.”

The air around them went noticeably colder. Ochako’s smile faltered, a flash of hurt and embarrassment crossing her face before she forced a laugh and stepped back.

“Wow. Touchy,” she muttered, trying to play it off as she walked away with her friends.

Bakugo let out a low whistle, clearly amused. “Damn. Cold as hell, Deku.”

Izuku didn’t respond. He just leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the wooden deck of the yacht. The usual party noise — music, laughter, splashing water — suddenly felt distant. All he could think about was how you’d practically run away from him in the library twice now. How you’d blocked Bakugo’s spam the second he tried to follow you.

He didn’t want to be just another loud frat guy in your eyes.

“…I don’t wanna mess this up,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

Bakugo glanced at him, smirk fading just a little. He knew that tone. It wasn’t the usual Deku crush voice. This one was heavier.

“Tch. Then stop acting like a damn loser and do something about it when we get back,” Bakugo said, voice gruff but not entirely unkind. “If she’s really that different, then quit letting these extras get in your head.”

Izuku stayed quiet, watching the ocean shimmer under the setting sun. For the first time in a while, the usual party scene felt… empty.

He kept thinking about you, sitting alone in the library with your books, that shy way you’d looked at him before bolting.

He wanted to see you again.

And this time, he wasn’t going to let you run.

── ⋆

The next morning the sky was a dull, washed-out gray, the kind that made everything feel slower. You kept your hood up the whole walk to the library, earbuds in, trying to ignore the way your stomach still twisted every time you thought about the video.

You hadn’t meant to watch it more than once. But the loop kept playing in your head anyway—Izuku’s head tipped back, beer running down his chest while the girls laughed and touched him like it was the most natural thing in the world. His hands resting on their waists. That easy, bright smile. It shouldn’t have mattered. He was just another frat boy. But the image still sat heavy behind your ribs, and you hated how it made your chest feel tight.

The library was quiet when you slipped inside, the soft sound of rain tapping against the tall windows the only noise on the third floor. You found your usual corner table, spread your notes out like a shield, and tried to disappear into the pages of your book.

You were halfway through a paragraph when the chair across from you scraped back.

Your head snapped up.

Bakugo Katsuki dropped into the seat without asking, arms folded on the table, crimson eyes fixed on you like he was sizing you up.

“Four-eyes.”

Your fingers tightened around your pen. “I—I’m sorry about the block. I didn’t mean to—”

“Relax. Not here for that.” His voice was low, rough, but not as sharp as usual. “Deku’s been moping since last night. Won’t shut up about you. Figured I’d come see what the hell’s so special.”

You blinked, cheeks warming. “There’s nothing special. I just… I don’t really talk to people like you.”

Bakugo raised an eyebrow. “People like me.”

“Frat guys,” you mumbled, eyes dropping to your book. “Parties. Yachts. All of that. It’s not really my thing.”

He was quiet for a second, and when you glanced up he was still watching you—less annoyed now, more curious.

“Deku’s not like the rest of ‘em,” he said eventually. “But he’s been staring at you for weeks. Thought you should know.”

Your stomach flipped, but you shook your head a little. “I don’t… I’m not looking for anything like that. I just want to be left alone.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, but it wasn’t as harsh as usual. “Tch. Then tell him yourself. He’s not gonna stop unless you do.”

He pushed the chair back, standing up, but paused before turning away.

“…Name’s Katsuki. Use it.”

And then he was gone, boots echoing down the aisle, leaving the rain and the quiet and the uneasy flutter in your chest behind.

You packed up slowly, the weight of Bakugo’s words still sitting uncomfortably in your chest. You weren’t looking for anything. You weren’t interested in frat parties or yachts or whatever complicated mess Izuku Midoriya seemed to be tangled in. All you wanted was to eat lunch in peace and pretend this morning never happened.

The hallway outside the library was mostly empty, the overcast sky still leaking a thin, steady drizzle. You kept your hood up, tote bag hugged to your chest, moving quickly toward the side exit that led to the quieter path behind the dining hall.

You didn’t make it far.

“Hey, you.”

The voice was sharp, sugary-sweet, and way too close. You turned to find one of the girls from the yacht video—her, the one who’d been pressed up against Izuku’s side, laughing while she poured beer down his chest. Up close she looked even prettier, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“Got a second?” she asked, already stepping in front of you so you couldn’t keep walking.

Your fingers tightened on the strap of your bag. “I—I’m sorry, I don’t—”

“Listen, I don’t know what little fantasy you’ve got going on in your head, but you need to back off.” Her voice stayed light, almost friendly, but the words landed like ice. “Deku and Bakugo? They’re not for girls like you. They have… options. Real ones. So do everyone a favor and stay in your lane, yeah?”

Your throat went tight. You couldn’t even look at her properly, your eyes kept flicking to the wet pavement, to the raindrops sliding off the edge of your hood, anywhere but her face.

“I’m not—I don’t want anything,” you managed, voice barely above a whisper.

She laughed, short and sharp. “Then act like it. Stop letting Deku chase you around like some sad little puppy. It’s embarrassing.”

Before you could find anything else to say, she brushed past you, shoulder knocking yours just hard enough to make you stumble. By the time you looked up again she was already walking away, heels clicking against the wet sidewalk like nothing had happened.

You didn’t go to lunch.

You went straight back to your dorm, locked the door, and crawled into bed with your clothes still on. The rain tapped against the window while you stared at the ceiling, chest tight, eyes burning. You didn’t cry, you just felt small. Smaller than you had in a long time. The careful bubble you’d built around yourself was cracking, and you didn’t know how to fix it.

Hours passed. You skipped your afternoon class. Skipped dinner. The sun had already started to set when your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

You reached for it without thinking.

@.izukumidoriya has requested to follow you.

Your stomach dropped.

You stared at the notification until the screen dimmed, then went dark, the quiet hum of rain the only sound left in the room. You sighed, you couldnt bring yourself to ignore it, so you opened your phone and accepted the follow request.

It wasnt long before your phone vibrated again. You open your phone again to see a text message.

izuku: hey

You hesitate before typing.

you: hi

izuku: are you okay? didnt see you

you: i decided to go home early today.

izuku: was it the rain?

you: partially

you: your fan girls dont seem to like me.

read @ 6:14pm

Around 20 minutes passed by and you were still left on read, you sighed, you knew you shouldnt have said anything, not like he was going to care anyway.

He was a fratboy.

They’re all the same.

© sorenellebrair

[izukusoulmate]

I love izuku so much it’s insane

[pr3ttypunisherr]

condescending praise......condescending praise.....condescending praise......

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[ceruleanheaven]

nikki begging bear to kill her and all he does is ask whats so bad about being with him. one of the most nauseating scenes ive ever witnessed

[smolivin]

two

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dk x bk x reader zombie apocalypse au (based on the walking dead universe) ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ your new companions have some questions ⋆｡˚✴︎⋆ 1.4k wc

٠࣪⭑ cw: zombie apocalypse au, blood, gore, genre-typical violence, zombies are called 'walkers', i don't think this part has many warnings! lmk if i forgot any though!

٠࣪⭑ a/n: a bit of a filler part. next one will be juicer!

The city turned out to be overrun. When you're a mile or so out, Deku all but refuses you when you asked to be dropped off. "That's the same thing as handing you over to the walkers on a silver platter," he says, shaking his head, "it's suicide."

Even Bakugo looks hesitant. "This place is a death trap," he says simply, still sitting in the driver's seat of the black sedan. When you'd gotten close to the tunnel leading in to the heart of the urban center, it was obvious no one was getting in or out. The tunnel is clogged with walkers, which sound in a deafening cacophany of groaning and wailing, raspy growls and shuffling footsteps just adding to the eery din.

"No way you're survivin'. But your choice." He levels his gaze at you in a way that makes you feel small, smaller than you've almost ever felt. He has this depth to his ruby eyes that scares you. It's like he's keeping a storm of tumultuous emotions just beneath the surface, barely held back. Finally though, he glances at Deku, before he adds, "You could tag along with us. If you prove yourself first."

"What, like an initiation? Yeah, I'll pa—"

"There's no inititation," Deku interrupts, "but… well, I guess we should ask her the questions, right?"

"Questions?"

"Someone we met—" Deku begins, but Bakugo interrupts by clearing his throat. "Right, right, sorry. Okay, how many walker have you killed?"

"Is this one of the questions?" Neither of them answer you. "Wait, hold on. You don't even know if I want to join you. What if I have somewhere I'm trying to go?"

Deku gives you a sympathetic look, and Bakugo snorts, "Yeah, based on the position we found you in? I'm guessing we're your best option."

Your cheeks burn. Nothing really to refute that, but you don't like how he's acting like the second you got on your own you'd be dead meat.

"I've held my own for weeks," you argue. "I'm not helpless out there."

"That's good," Deku cuts in. "That's great, it means you're strong. But, well, we could use another set of hands and another person to keep watch, and… Kacchan's right. You're all alone."

You're not even sure why you're arguing right now. Something about Bakugo makes you want to disagree with him. But they're right. This is the best offer you've got, and travelling with two clearly armed and capable fighters is better than going it alone again. You shudder, thinking of taking back to the streets with nothing but your knife and the items in your pack: a water canteen, a couple changes of clothes, some measly food rations, a couple of lighters, some water purification tablets, a bed roll, a small pot, a small thing of twine, a small photograph, and three bandages. You used to have more, but supplies go fast out here. The inadequate contents of your bag cement your decision.

"I don't know how many," you admit finally. "I lost track a long time ago." Deku nods, encouragingly.

"How many people have you killed?" Bakugo spits. You pause, consider lying, but decide the truth is better.

"Two," you admit. Your voice is thin and brittle, but you say the number clearly.

"Why?"

"One was early on. She was…" you swallow thickly, then look down. "A friend of mine. She was bit, didn't want to turn. Didn't want to die from the bite either. She asked me to."

Deku's voice is gentle when he asks, "and the other?"

"Someone bad," you offer, clenching your fists. "Who got a lot of people killed. I was—I wanted to save—well, it didn't matter anyway. But he was trying to hurt more people, so I stopped him."

Bakugo nods, seemingly accepting your answers.

Deku smiles. "I have a good feeling about you."

That's how you find yourself collaborating with the two men on the matter of your survival. You have questions for them, a lot of questions, but now isn't the time to ask. Bakugo is already backing away from the tunnel and turning around in a lightning fast maneuver, speeding down the road away from the massive hoarde behind you. He weaves around walkers on the road with surprising ease, making it look easy to avoid them at fifty miles an hour.

You don't slow until the city is far behind you and the gas tank starts to dip towards empty. He pulls over, tosses Deku the keys and heads for the trunk to refuel.

Deku turns in his seat to look at you. His expression is soft. You wonder how someone who seems so soft has survived out here this long, but then again, he is the one the saved your life.

"How did you end up by yourself?" he asks.

"I was with a group," you say. "Not for long, I fell in with them… maybe a couple months ago? I don't know." He nods, understanding that time is hard these days. "I'm shocked they survived as long as they did," you admit, looking out the window at a walker about a hundred yards down the road. You grip your knife and rest your other hand on the door handle. "We were holed up in a country store, about fifteen, maybe twenty miles from where you found me. I found them there, they were starving and weak. Apparently someone had heard about a settlement nearby that accepted strangers, so they wanted to find it. I don't know, I'd never heard anything about it."

"I've seen signs," Deku says, "for something similar. Maybe it's the same one? Kacchan and I were maybe going to look into it, but then we found you."

"Is the settlement north?" you ask, and he nods.

"Somewhat. We've heard some scary stories about settlements though. People being used as bait and killed, people lured in for their supplies and then left to the walkers for dead. We just want to check it out. It might be a dead end."

"Huh," you muse. "I've definitely heard some horror stories. I hadn't heard of this one, anyway."

"Sorry, go on, though," he urges.

"It wasn't going to last, this group. Their defenses were mediocre at best and the people had mostly been living in a bunker this whole time. They barely knew anything, survived down there by eating rats and stuff, and they only came to the surface when a few of them died and turned. A lot of them were crazy, but just enough knew how to hunt and kill walkers and stuff."

"So what happened?"

"They're all dead now," you say simply. "Someone opened one of the gates and was raving about how we all should join them—"

"Them?"

"The walkers. He killed ten people before I shot him down, but the damage was done. People were getting bit left and right. I grabbed my stuff and ran, never looked back."

Deku doesn't speak for a moment. Down the road, the walker stumbles closer and closer. "I'm sorry," he finally says. Nothing more, there's nothing else he can really say. You shrug.

Bakugo is almost done filling the tank. You think about getting up to kill the walker, but before you can open the door Bakugo slides back into his seat, hand held out for the keys, which Deku promptly drops into it. He revs the engine and shoots down the road.

"So where are we going?" you ask.

"We already told you," Bakugo argues.

You bite your lip to stop yourself from retorting angrily and say, "right… but where, exactly? It's almost dark, are we driving through the night?"

"Deku, get the map." The green haired man reaches in the glove box and pulls out a crinkled road map, then spreads it flat on his legs. He traces it with a scarred finger, finding your position and then circling around.

"We could try here," he suggests, pointing to an area of the woods with a service road down the middle. "Maybe camp a couple days, figure out what our supplies are looking like."

Bakugo finds your eyes in the rearview mirror. "We pool supplies, got any problem with that?"

"Split evenly?" you ask, and he nods shortly. "Yeah then, that's fine," You say, "although I haven't got much to offer right now."

"We're low too," Deku murmurs, setting the map down to rummage in a bag at his feet. "Definitely going to need to make a run."

"Not tonight," Bakugo says, and Deku nods.

"No, not tonight."

[parabins]

tumblr isn’t considered a social media because everyone on here is just talking to themselves

[parabins]

yeah i agree