#mha angst

[miniriiee]

i really need angst to cure this sadness

[satosugusthirdwheel]

It'll never be the cure...

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warnings: 18+ mdni,wc-888, angst, breakup, depressed user, leaving izuku :(

an: ofc inspired by the cure by Olivia Rodrigo bc it shot to the top of my sad playlist. (It's been wrecking mee😭 It really hits hard.)

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Izuku wants to save you so, so badly. Unfortunately for him, you can't really save someone who doesn't want to be saved.

He wants to carry you away from everything that's ever hurt you, suck the toxins straight from your blood stream and spit them out, leaving you clean.

It's all he wants, and if he could take your pain into his own body he would. But he can't do that.

So he's done everything else he can. Held you, talked to you, taken care of you, sat by your side for days while you wallowed. He sat by your side even when you screamed at him to go away through your panic. He's washed you in the shower, gentle hands combing through the strands. He's cooked your meals, sitting beside you and reminding you to take another bite. He's in all ways, the perfect boyfriend. The perfect person to care for you.

He thought loving you was enough.

He thought he'd be the one to help you.

You thought he'd be the antidote to your poisonous head. Just for a brief time, you really believed that. You believed he could be like some magical cure, some hidden antidote to the hatred and darkness you feel inside. And maybe he could've been.

But you couldn't allow him.

Your heart, so weighed down by doubt and pain, couldn't let him in the way you needed to.

It felt too good for you, too healing, too much like a necessary medication, and that made you shut down.

It made you push him away, clawing your way out of his love.

It made you choose to leave him, instead of learning to love yourself the way he loves you.

He wouldn't let you go. He begged. He pleaded.

“Baby, please. Don't push me away.” He begs, eyes filling with tears, spilling over one freckled cheek and one scarred.

“Just go back to one of those perfect nice girls you've had before, Izuku!”

“I don't want any of them! Is that what this is about?” He asks, running a hand through his hair, messing it up more.

“No! It's about me! About how I'm completely fucked!”

“I thought I was helping!”

He reaches for your hand, but you pull it away. He doesn't want to force, or make you uncomfortable, even if this destroys him, so he just drops his trembling hand. His tears are spilling freely, breath shaking with each inhale.

“Maybe you were.” You say, bitterly.

“Then why won't you let me save you?!” He cries, brows furrowed with confusion.

He feels helpless. His green hair is a mess, sticking in all directions.

“Because I don't want you to save me! Just let me go, Izuku!” You yell. His eyes soften even more, an aching plea behind them. ‘dont go’

“No!” He yells back. “Don't tell me to just let you go! I can't do that!”

“I'm fucking poison!” You argue, fist colliding with the desk next to you.

Pens clatter everywhere, but the only thing he worries about is checking your hand. He quickly steps forward, taking your hand to check for bruises, turning it over in his own hands. So loving, even while you're breaking his heart.

“No you're not, I can-”

“Fix me?!” You shout, pulling your hand away.

“NO! I can HELP you!”

“You're not some magical cure, Izuku! You never will be. Just fucking give it up!”

“I'm not trying to be a cure, you're not some disease! I'm just trying to love you!”

“Then DON'T!” You demand. “Stop loving me. Maybe I don't love you, have you thought of that?”

“Don't say that..” He whispers, voice broken.

“I don't. You're fucking suffocating and I hate it. I hate all of this!” You yell, and he flinches like you slapped him.

“You hate my love? You can honestly tell me you hate how this feels? Loving me?” He whispers.

“It doesn't matter how it feels anymore, Izuku. It's not going to be the cure. And I don't want you anymore.”

It's not true, but he deserves better.

You're toxic. Poison.

You're just allowing him the mercy of being free, that's all. Because he deserves freedom if you won't find a way to fix this.

You take hold of his door handle now, ready to leave.

You open the door, hands shaking, and you hear his sob.

“Wait, please!” He begs, stepping forward again, just to have the door slam in his face.

He knows better than to chase you out, so he stays.

But you hear his cries down the hall..you hear them all the way until you go down the stairs.

They haunt you, playing on a loop in your mind.

You did that.

You're so broken that you left the boy who always smiles, as a sobbing shattered mess.

When you make it back to your apartment, you're completely unravelled, sobs shaking your shoulders and making your chest tremble. Your breaths feel like you're breathing through a straw, chest tight and heavy.

You kick off your shoes, climbing into bed and curling into a ball, telling yourself that this is for the better.

Even if your mind screams for him to come stitch you up, you know it won't ever be enough.

You don't leave your room for 3 days after that.

Not even when he texts you.

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[satosugusthirdwheel]

I don't love you

nighteye uses his quirk on you, and sees you leaving him

content/warnings: wc1.2k, 18+, mdni, mirai sasaki angst</3, breakup, fem!reader (not explicitly stated in this part but in future parts it will be), reader breaks his heart

an: nobody kill me I'm making a follow up to heal ur souls (but if u wanna leave it on sad just leave it here lol)! Brought to you by this ask!

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Sir Nighteye never uses his Foresight quirk in his personal life, not anymore. He can't risk sealing a fate that he doesn't want. It's a rule he's placed on himself. So why is he considering breaking it?

You've been acting strange. You're distant, like you're pulling away from him. You haven't smiled at him in days. Not genuinely, anyway.

He's asked, told you he can tell something's wrong, tried to make you laugh. But you brush it off like it doesn't matter.

‘im fine’

‘nothings going on’

‘i don't know what you're talking about, Mirai’

No matter how much he's tried, you're still acting strange and he can't take it anymore.

So, he makes his decision. If you won't tell him today, he'll find out on his own.

He comes home from work, a little early. He wants to surprise you, talk out whatever's going on and fix this.

But when he walks in, you're acting jumpy, like something's wrong.

“I thought you weren't coming home until later.” You say, car keys in hand. You had somewhere to be.

“I just wanted to surprise you. Do you have something going on?” He asks.

You shake your head. “Um, no. Not really. Nothing important.”

“You're acting strange lately.” He says, adjusting his glasses and standing in front of you. “You can say it's nothing all you like, but I'm not a fool, and I can tell something's going on.”

You sigh, knowing he's not stupid. There's only so long you can brush him off. You can't look at him right now, and your gaze falls to the floor.

“Mirai…” You start, fidgeting with the keys in your hand. “Please, just..can we not do this right now?”

He crosses his arms across his chest.

“Do what?” He asks, brows furrowing. “I love you, and I can tell there's something wrong. Are you hurt o-or sick?”

You shake your head quickly.

“No! It's nothing like that.”

“Is it me? Do I not entice you anymore? Am I not satisfying you sexually?”

“No! There's nothing wrong with you! Our sex is fine.”

“Then what is it? I can't help you if you don't let me!”

“I don't want your help, Mir.” You raise your voice.

He sighs now, his composure finally snapping. He's been begging to fix this and you're just shutting down. He can't take it.

He reaches for your hand, voice cracking.

“Just look at me.” He says, and you make the mistake of listening.

You didn't process how desperate he sounded until your eyes flicked up, just for that second, and his eyes glow purple in return.

You snatch your arm away, angry that he just used his quirk on you.

You're not sure what he'd see. If he'd see what you've been thinking, what you've decided.

“Did you just use foresight?!” You demand.

His eyes tell you exactly what he saw. He looks destroyed. Devastated. He steps back, breath hitching. You know he'll be able to see your future now, for the next hour. And, he opens his mouth to speak, but instead his brows twitch into a furrow. An aching confusion falls over his eyes.

“No, i-i can't.” He stammers, backing up another step. “You should meet with the realtor.”

His voice is low, almost broken.

He doesn't say anything else, just turns away and walks out of the door.

His hand trembles when he takes the handle, and you see it.

You can't say anything. You can't chase him.

You head out on autopilot, going to your appointment with the realtor.

You're looking at apartments.

Apartments to move out of Mirai’s.

Not because he's a bad boyfriend, it's not that at all. He's good. Too good.

You never wanted to hurt him, and you do love him. But that's not always enough.

When you come back, he's in his home office, sitting at his desk, a stressed hand pushing his green and yellow hair back. When he hears you, he stands up and looks at you, heartache swimming in his yellow eyes.

“You're leaving me..” He murmurs, voice cracking. “I knew I shouldn't have used foresight. But you wouldn't tell me what was wrong..and now, I've solidified my worst nightmare.”

His words are like daggers, twisting in your heart.

“Mirai, I just…I can't do this right now. It's not you. You didn't solidify anything.”

His eyes are brimming with tears, something you weren't even prepared for. He always smiles.

Even at his agency, Nighteye finds humor in small things.

“I love you. You're the greatest thing to happen to me. I can do whatever it is to help you, just tell me.” He begs. “I can't see everything. I can't know everything.”

“Mirai, I signed the lease on an apartment. And I just…I think it's best that we break up.” You say, even though the words taste sour. But you don't need to distract him, or hurt him.

This is for him. He'll understand some day, surely.

“Tell me you don't love me.” He says.

“Did you see that in your vision?” You say, a hint of anger in your voice. You're still upset he used his quirk on you, even if you had dodged his concern long enough to make him feel crazy.

“Stop it!” He demands. “You're breaking up with me…won't you have the guts to say ‘i don't love you like I loved you yesterday’?” His voice cracks at the end, and god, your heart cracks with it.

You're crying now.

“No. But that's not enough.” You shake your head, sighing. “I'm packing, and the apartment can be available in two days. This will be better.”

“How could this be better? I-i saw….you're not coming back!” He says, tears streaming down his face now. You have to turn away. If not, you might fall back into his arms.

But no. You need to do this. You need to go. Before you get too comfortable. Before you forget that eventually everything could fall apart.

Might as well make it happen on your terms.

“If your visions really are fate, then that's what's meant to be.”

“No!” He cries, voice rising. “That can't be our fate. It won't be. Please, just give me the chance-”

“No. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Mirai. I never wanted to hurt you. But I'm going. I don't hate you, and you never did anything wrong, and that's what makes this worse.” You cry, trying to keep your breathing steady so you can finish this. Once and for all.

You weren't sure if this was permanent, but maybe the future he sees with foresight really can't be changed. Maybe he's right about that, and you just didn't know yourself that you were leaving for good.

Maybe...

“I can't watch you walk out that door.” Mirai whispers, eyes reddened from crying.

“You already did..” You say, voice trembling.

“I won't again.” He says, choking back a sob as he leaves the house. You see his shoulders shake, you hear the sounds of his held back cries as he leaves.

He doesn't come back that night.

And by the time he comes back home, after spending two days in his agency, burying himself in work with not a smile in sight, your stuff is gone.

All that's left, is a note in your handwriting,

“I'm sorry.”

And a man left wondering how to change the outcome of someone's future with belief alone.

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[stuckinmyh0meagain]

bakugo headcanon

tw. mentions of death under the cut and spoilers

after the war, bakugo redesigned his hero costume to include small patches inside the sleeves and collar, such as a pink alien or lightning bolt (will go into more detail on what patches) so that if he ever got close to death or did die during hero work, he would have his friends as close to his heart as he could when he did die

[vanillafawm]

My fav angsty headcannon for Hawks is that he had more bird-like features growing up, but the HPSC made him go through surgeries to remove them so he could “look more heroic”. 😕

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greeting bakugo after a long day of work (didnt proofread)

bakugo walks inside the house ripping his shoes off, and letting his bag hit the ground with a thud.

you turn down the stove and smile “hi baby!” he grunts and scratches his head. you practically run into his arms and he opens them, just for you. “hey, what cha’ making?” he kisses the top of your pretty little head.

“your favorite” he smiles. “really?” “mhm, you smell like sweat.. and fire” his face drops above your head but he plays it off. “oh, okay” he gently prys you off him and walks to the bedroom.

feeling a bit bad you follow behind him quietly.

but he notices, ofc he notices. “stop y/n” he looks back at you with his hand on the doorknob” you pout “m’sorry.. I didn’t mean to say that” “whatever nerd” he slams the door leaving you stand in the cold and dark hallway.

after a while, you made dinner but he still never came out, of course you heard the shower running for the whole hour. you knew katsuki was a bit insecure about his quirk because of the sweat part but he always seemed like he didn’t care much.

you sigh and stand up with his plate and carefully walk into the bedroom to see your now clean boyfriend standing in front of the dresser, his palms flat against the wood and his head down.

“kat?” he grunts in response. “cmon, don’t be mad please?” he slowly opens his eyes and turns to you. “don’t be mad? you just insulted me.. “ his voice cracks and he turns his head back to the floor, his voice now quieter “you insulted me as soon as I got into the house”

you walk up towards him and kiss his cheek. “i think you smell amazing, it doesn’t matter if you sweat profusely because of your quirk” he raises his eyebrow “but, at least you have one, some don’t katsuki” you tilt your head “like deku” he rolls his eyes “that fuckers name will always haunt my existence” you smile “you know you miss him” “whatever, go to bed”

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A Shouto Todoroki character study

Underground fighting AU

Against Inheritance

Chapter One teaser

The vibration in his knuckles as leather connects with flesh tells him he didn’t hit hard enough. There shouldn’t be recoil.

He feels his abs tense in an attempt to mitigate the hit his opponent just landed on his oblique. And he uses the repositioning of being knocked to the side to connect his glove with the momentarily unguarded bullseye of the man's jaw. 

And this time his arm follows through as his opponent lands on the felt with a muffled thud. Shouto can’t hear much over the tinnitus and the blood rushing in his ears, but muted whistles and cheers reach his perception and all they register as is white noise. 

He feels his breathing beginning to slow and watches his–now former–opponent strain to rise from the ground. 

He waits to see how long it takes him to get up. 

~*~

112 seconds. Kinda fucking long. So long Shouto almost started to feel the damage under the expanse of purple developing over his ribs before making it to the locker room. 

He hurries through emptied and dusty hallways, guided only by a pattern of broken doors and sloppy graffiti–ironically the only legible writing being, “We made having a superiority complex a job”, underscored by unsympathetic caricatures of various members of the top ten. 

He thinks to himself that there's nothing superior about hiding behind recognition and fame. And that there’s certainly nothing superior about being beaten until your desensitization simply masquerades as strength. 

The door to his sanctuary creaks open loudly–reminding him how quiet the rest of the building is–and gets stuck on the warped floor, requiring a firm kick in order to close again. 

He’s glad this place actually has usable mirrors, he doesn’t like not knowing about a visible injury. It’s harder to lie when the first time he hears about one, is from someone asking where he got it. 

The hue is spot-lit by garish fluorescents, and complements the dried blood on his knuckles as he tentatively runs calloused fingers along the edge of the bruise. The tenderness tells him to pull away, but he makes sure to circle the wound in its entirety; gluing his fingers to the skin even as it begs to be relieved from pressure. And he continues to stare, even after finishing his masochistic ritual, and revels in his satisfaction. 

When he finally deigns to look up into half-lidded heterochromatic eyes he can’t find an emotion written even in the smallest script on his face.

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Abbey

(Inspo: Abbey by Mitski)

Synopsis: Y/n feels a little touch-starved and asks their boyfriend for support

Warnings: I project again lmao, but honestly when am I not?

Tags: gn!reader, androgynous terms for reader, touch-starved reader, implied abandonment issues, slight angst, fluff, comfort, blunt reader

Pairing: Izuku/reader

A/N: I hate it here chat let me OUTTTT of the affection starvation cage. Also this is pretty much a rewrite of the first ever fic I’ve posted! Back to your regularly scheduled (except is not scheduled at all) Izuku content everyone!

Your skin crawled with the need for contact, but god, it felt weird to even hold hands with someone.

Even with just your boyfriend, it still felt… weird. Like bugs were crawling and getting underneath your skin every time someone touched you. You probably just weren’t used to being touched at all, but the sensation wasn’t pleasant.

In theory, being held and cuddled sounded nice. They sure as hell made it sound and look nice in fiction.

So why didn’t that apply to you?

You craved connection, and while you had a partner to give it to you, you just… couldn’t ask. Something inside of you stopped you last minute, doubted you, and prevented you from asking. It was frustrating.

Maybe it was the crawling feeling that stopped you. Maybe it was the unfamiliarity of it all that intimidated you. Maybe you’d never figure out what would make you second-guess asking for affection.

Maybe you’d forever be like this. Touch-starved. Starved of any kind of affection, really.

You turned your head towards your nightstand, shivering slightly under your bedding from the cool night air.

4:00AM. That’s what your alarm clock read.

It was Sunday, wasn’t it? Damn it. That meant you had school tomorrow.

Fuck.

You hadn’t even slept yet, at least not since yesterday. The need for connection has been bugging you since Friday afternoon, the craving not leaving you alone, only getting stronger.

You needed to do something about this.

Sighing, you sat up in your bed, grabbing your phone from your nightstand and sending Izuku a text.

You laid down in your bed for a moment more, contemplating on if you should actually go through with this, but you decided it’d be cruel to leave Izuku looking forward to something only to never end up following through.

So, coming to that conclusion, you finally stood up from your warm, comfortable blankets and shoved on a pair of fluffy bunny slippers to keep your feet warm, something Izuku got for you because he thought they’d look cute on you. You remember him shoving the open box in your hands, his face an aggressive red as he stuttered over his words.

‘The adorable dumbass,’ you thought to yourself, snickering softly at the memory.

── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──

You trotted down the hallway, chest buzzing with anticipation as you came to a stop at Izuku’s dorm door.

Hesitating, you thought about the potential reactions he’d have at the sight of you—happy, surprised, grateful, annoyed… you were especially scared at the thought of him being annoyed at you for visiting, even though he invited you over.

You really needed to get out of your own head.

Taking a deep breath and mentally preparing yourself, you gently knocked on his dorm door, waiting patiently for an answer.

As you waited, the cool air seeped into your skin, and you shivered again. The hallway smelled of dust.

Eventually, after hearing some scurrying from his room, he opened the door. His green hair was a mess, as it always is, and his freckled cheeks coloured with a pink hue, making his eyes stand out.

Izuku awkwardly smiled.

“Hi, baby,” he greeted, and you smiled softly at the sound of his voice, “you can come in!”

Izuku stepped out of the way, making room for you to walk in. You hesitated once more before stepping inside.

“Thanks,” you whispered as Izuku closed the door behind you.

“No need to thank me,” he dismissed, “so what’s up?”

You shrugged.

“I don’t know, honestly. I just… couldn’t sleep,” you answered, gingerly sitting on Izuku’s bed. You shuddered slightly at the amount of All Might statues, posters, and figurines.

How the hell does he get a wink of sleep in here?

Izuku hummed, shifting to stand closer to where you were sitting.

“Me neither.”

“Your room is like a shrine,” you commented. Izuku’s face turned cherry red, flustered and embarrassed.

“S- sorry, does it… d- does it bother you…?” He hesitantly asked, fidgeting with his hands. You sighed and shrugged again.

“Kinda, yeah,” you admitted, “but it’s not like I’m gonna ask you to remove it. Not my choice.”

Izuku looked guilty over his room causing you discomfort, although the darkness made it difficult to see.

“Don’t look so guilty,” you gently chastised, “it’s just… not my taste, is all.”

Okay, maybe you were sugarcoating a little bit, but whatever it takes to make Izuku stop looking at you like that.

You waited to see if Izuku would say anything more, but he didn’t, so you just ended up scooting over to one side of his bed to make room for him.

“You can sit down, y’know,” you pointed out, “this is your room, not mine. Besides, I won’t bite. Yet,” you teased.

Hesitantly, Izuku comes over to sit next to you, the mattress dipping beneath his weight, and it begins to rain gently outside.

Huh. You hadn’t even noticed how cloudy it was.

You find Izuku’s hesitance odd.

“Why’re you being so cautious?” You ask him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Izuku stiffens, but his arm snakes around your waist anyway, instinctively bringing you closer.

“Just, uh, never had anyone else in my room, l- let alone a partner…” Izuku sheepishly admits.

You hum softly, not having a response.

You could stay like this for a little longer, just sitting here, with your head on his shoulder and his arm around your waist.

Slowly, Izuku relaxes, leaning into you. Silence stretches between you two like taffy, the rain from outside making a comforting background noise.

“You’re not used to this, aren’t you?” You ask, finally breaking the silence.

“No,” he admits. You hum once more.

“Do you wanna lay down?”

“Yeah.”

You laid down first, and Izuku awkwardly followed, lying close next to you but not actually touching you yet. You turn your head to face him, raising an eyebrow at him and smiling gently.

“Am I going to have to make all the first moves around here?” You teased, giggling as his cheeks turned a faint pink.

“N- no!” He insisted, “I’m just… just not used to it, is all. Never had a- a partner before, so…” Izuku trailed off, glancing away from you.

“Calm down, I’m just teasing,” you reassure him, shifting closer and wrapping an arm around his waist, gently pulling him towards you.

“U- um—” he stutters, face beet red, but you cut him off.

“Calm down, ‘m just trying to cuddle you,” your voice is slurring, sleep slowly pulling you under as you mumble.

“I— um— huh?”

You bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“Shut up. ‘M not… used to asking for this kinda stuff. Jus’ let me have this…”

Eventually, Izuku ends up calming down and returns the affectionate gesture, pulling you into his chest—if awkwardly—and letting you lay there, falling asleep against him.

A/N: i made this ages ago but it came out so late bc writers block hit my ass like a TRUCK 😭💔 also the ending feels so buns, sorry chat im so unmotivated 🫩 how would we feel if i started making SMAUs instead?