#;;queued.

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@avcnged​ asked:  ♥ : Your muse crying about something (Pax, for Kirishima)

“Hey- are you okay?” 

They’d been in the middle of conversation when Kirishima first noticed it- the tears that had began to bud in Pax’s eyes, as if out of the blue. Concern welled in his chest as he pushed himself closer to the other, eyebrows scrunched and calloused hands reaching out to gently clasp over the other’s shoulders. 

Had he said something that upset Pax...? Did he do something wrong? Worries bounced in his head, frown tilted on his lips as he tried to rack his brain for what to do- what to say. 

“Do... do you want to talk about it...?” The words are quiet, different from the normal loud confidence that rung in Kirishima’s voice, as if unsure. “I’m here for you if you need to talk about anything, y’know?”

[mixedfcclings]

[msg: mlg supreme]: HAHA sucker!!!! looks like you lost AGAIN!!!

[msg: mlg supreme]: now you’ve got to sell your SOUL to ME! >:)

[runefactoryfourimagines]

I hope you're doing alright! Think about yourself first!

Thank you! I’m working on getting the doses of my prescriptions increased so I can focus more. I’ll make sure to fill up the queue so you guys aren’t lonely! I love every one of you!

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@killersweets​ asked: “It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.” ~Quinn

Izuku’s gaze had been locked on the bandages wrapped across Quinn’s torso. Izuku remembered being the one to apply the first set of bandages- the ones that bled through whenever Quinn would move too abruptly, or would stretch and reopen the stitches. Over the course of the injury, Izuku had become comfortable with giving rudimentary stitches- or at least patching up what Quinn had.

It’d been a while now since Quinn took a bullet for him. It’d been a while since Izuku swore he’d lose the love of his life, that the other would perish and die all because of him, all because he wasn’t paying attention, all because he had been so caught in his emotions he didn’t move quick enough and Quinn sacrificed himself-

Taking a deep breath, Izuku pressed a tentative hand over where the wound was. Fingertips brushed lightly across the coarse, woven texture of the bandage, eyes glancing up at Quinn’s.

“Can... can I at least check on it? I just want to make sure it’s healing properly,” Izuku muttered softly. After everything that happened... the two had a lot to work through, but Izuku would never leave Quinn, regardless of who they were.

Izuku already went through the pain of believing he’d lost Quinn for good. He couldn’t bare actually losing them. The fear jolted him awake at night, stained his vision and his thoughts, contaminated his day with flashbacks of the event, and...

He took another deep breath.

“Please?”

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@hxlfsoul​ asked:  🧤 | meme

“Todoroki?” The sudden introduction of warmth around Midoriya’s shoulders threw him for a loop- until he quickly realized that the other had given him his jacket. Face flushed, he shrugged slightly more into the jacket, drawing it tight around his frame despite the embarrassment he felt about it. Underdressing for the weather wasn’t unusual for Midoriya, and, admittedly, he’d been shivering- but he still hadn’t expected the other to offer him his jacket.

“Are you... sure? I’ll give it back as s-soon as we’re inside, promise!” Todoroki could probably regulate his temperature, Midoriya figured- or at least, hoped so, least the other became cold as a result. 

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continued from here | @galaxythixf​

Midoriya knew that it was only a matter of time before Kacchan confronted him about the new power that seemed to manifest out of thin air; after all, Kacchan was Kacchan and Izuku knew him fairly well. His words didn’t seem to affect Midoriya all too much, although his nose scrunched briefly in distaste at the harsh words regardless of how much he expected them.

“I... don’t know,” he started, eyebrows furrowed as he didn’t even watch his ex-childhood friend, as if he didn’t consider the other’s obvious frustration to be any sort of danger. Sure, something inside of him would always bristle seeing Kacchan angry- something that would always squirm in him with discomfort, with fear, with a sense of pain- but since he had a quirk now, a powerful one, those feelings had drawn to a close.

Besides, he had a a lot more problems now because of his quirk to focus on. He blinked up at the other before looking around, confirming that both of them were alone.

“I... I think it’s One for All. I didn’t know it was going to happen, but... I’m pretty sure it’s one of the quirks the past successors had,” Izuku explained, tensing up slightly in preparation for how the other may react. It made sense and with everything he’d experienced, Izuku regarded it as fact more than theory. It was definitely, undeniably, one of the quirks of the past. “That means... there’s... six quirks.”

Six. Six. Someone who’d never had a quirk before, that’d been relentlessly bullied and tormented for it- he now had six. He wasn’t even in control of what he already had. His eyes watched the blonde warily for a response, his own brain muddled with his own thoughts and still in decent shock of what he’d just experienced and realized.

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@maskedmuses​ asked:  “What am I to you?” From Ochaco to Izuku!

For a second, Izuku swore his heart just stopped in his chest at the sudden words. Startled wide eyes flew to the other’s, the fingers at his sides twitching slightly before fumbling together quickly, a form of distraction from the increasing thud, thud, thudding of his heart in his chest. It hadn’t taken long for his reaction, as he stood there; although he tried, with all his might, to act normal, his cheeks grew flushed and his mannerisms nervous, fingers twiddling with one another and eyes drifting away from his classmate.

“Um... what... what do you mean, Ochaco?” Where was this coming from? It seemed serious, to him- something Izuku wanted to take seriously. He’d never thought to ask- he’d always considered the other to be someone... special to him. Everything about Ochaco had been special to him, in a way he realized he likely hadn’t vocalized before.

And, in part, in a way that wasn’t just as a friend. All he could think about from the question wasn’t necessarily what Ochaco was to him now- but the possibility of what they could be. A brighter flush rose to his cheeks before he took a deep breath, hand scratching at the base of his neck.

“I’m... you mean a lot to me,” he tried, slowly, the words soft but firm. “You’re... one of the first friends I’ve ever had. You’re an incredible person who I look up to, you’re courageous, you’re strong, you’re kind- you’re... the kind of hero I would look up to.”

Is that sort of conversation sufficient? Sheepish emerald eyes trailed back to Ochaco, finding the courage despite the beating in his chest to try to make some attempt at eye contact.

“You mean a lot to me, you’re, uh... you’re a lot to me. You’re someone that I believe in, you’re someone that pushes me to get better everyday, you’re someone that I admire. You’re my closest friend. You’re irreplaceable to me.”

The words are slightly shaken in his own anxiety, but he casts a gentle smile her way, a way of his own to show he meant it. He opened his mouth a few more times- open, closed, open, closed- in an attempt to try to say something else, but the words in his brain couldn’t be untangled. Already, it felt messy to him- and he didn’t know if he could directly just tell Ochaco that he had a crush on her. Especially not when it was the first person he’d ever had a crush on- and one that, in his own mind, was so beyond out of his league and incredible that mentioning such would only end in heartbreak that ruined one of the most important relationships with someone he’d ever had in his life.

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continued from here | @adhesive-king​

The smell of the burnt cookies- no, rocks- behind him made Midoriya’s nose crinkle the longer they sat out. With a sigh, he turned around, beginning the process of scraping the second batch into the garbage as well.

“I... not really. I was going to call my mom, and ask her how she normally makes them... but I kind of wanted it to be a surprise,” Midoriya explained. On top of that, he’d really, really craved them himself and figured he’d have the opportunity to have classmates taste them and give him feedback... until they turned out so horrid. “I still want to try, though. I think she’d be really excited next time I see her if I made them.”