#simplerthings

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“We’re gonna look back on these in a few years and get all sappy, huh?”

AU Izuocha graduation selfie from chapter 2 of my fic Simpler Things 🥰

Absolutely wonderful art commissioned by @LoopVoid on Twitter

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"All Glittery-Eyed"

They say that diamonds are a girl's best friend; they also say all that glitters is not gold. Well, this particular girl is on a budget and settling for frost on chilly winter mornings.....😊#simplerthings (1.22.20)

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some izuocha scar headcanons from simpler things

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when your big strong boyfriend wants to be cuddled

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Simpler Things - Chapter 13 "That Wanting Animal"

Feeling is difficult. Especially for Izuku. It’s been something he’s struggled with for years now. Feeling adequate. Feeling… attractive. Now that he’s hearing those things from someone he loves, it’s difficult not believing it himself.

“Okay! Let’s just—hey! Relax! We’re almost there!”

They fumble through the hallway. His hands loop around her waist as she sways into him, away from him, back into him, and suddenly (with no warning) starts barreling forward with all of her weight. Black Whip nearly launches out to catch her, but at the last moment, her foot pounds into the ground and she pulls herself back. Unfortunately, the momentum from that move also crashes her into his chest, which—thankfully—stops her from falling. She giggles as he holds onto her and tries his best to keep her upright.

Izuku’s never seen Ochako like this.

Never. And, to be fair, there shouldn’t have ever been a reason before tonight. But even with a blood alcohol content of ridiculous proportions, he would have never guessed Ochako would be such a… such a… such a lightweight.

Especially considering how the night started out.

“I am not a lightweight Izuku Midoriya!”

Pity him for ever implying otherwise.

“Ooooh, you did it now dude…”

“Ah! The lovebirds are fighting!!!”

“Midoriya—kero—I wouldn’t—”

“Chako please! Hear me out! I’m just saying that—” He’s cut off by Ochako dramatically spinning in place and crossing her arms in a huff. “—oh come on!”

“Nah! I’m not taking this! I’ve only had one of these cans!” She begins to stomp her way to the other end of the room, half of which is now stifling their laughter as he cautiously follows behind her in desperation. Once she notices, the sparkling lemonade in her hand nearly goes flying as she whips back around. “I can’t believe you seriously think I can’t handle myself!”

“I never said that!” He didn’t. Not really. “It’s just—I’m pretty sure that punch you were drinking is really strong!”

An incredulous look washes over her as she starts to bubble with annoyed laughter. “Oh, really!”

“It’s just that your face looked so red and I got—” He cuts himself off this time when she scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Okay! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to imply anything like that!”

Now practically half the room is watching (and dying) as he begs for mercy from a very drunk Ochako Uraraka. Great. That’s not mortifying at all! Honestly, he hadn’t thought she was actually drunk before she started yelling at him. He just noticed her cheeks had gotten very red and was concerned because as far as he’s aware this is the first time most of them have properly drank anything at all and if Ochako were to have an allergic reaction to the alcohol and get sick or something how could he just sit by and not say anything—

“Mmmmm, I dunno.” Ochako takes another swig from her can. “Why should I forgive you?”

CONTINUE READING:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74966046/chapters/211141476

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Simpler Things Chapter 18 - "(Let This) Be More"

After a long, messy night, Izuku and Ochako wake up haunted. Their first kiss was all wrong, but it’s not even about a kiss. Years of mutual yearning have taught them to close themselves off, to not be honest with each other. Not anymore.

It’s nothing like Izuku imagined.

Soft.

Too soft for the way his heart slams into his ribs. For the way his breath falters and the world shrinks down to a single point of contact. Her mouth, plush, and trembling, sloppily pressed against his. There’s no force to it, only desperation. Need. Longing. Raw and open and messy and tired. It steals the words of protest from his throat, literally. Burns the oxygen right out of his lungs. He doesn’t try to kiss her back. Not at first. He’s frozen in place, scared, worried.

And then he’s not.

There’s no structure or support. Izuku’s hand comes up to fix that, catching the side of her face, his thumb settling just below her ear. His lips part, just slightly, just enough to feel her bottom lip roll between his.

It clicks in that second. Barely there. A breath of a kiss. But finally, a real one. The second they get there, she leans in even more. Her weight presses into him, her chest against his, her thigh shifting over his waist as she deepens it without asking. Rough, sloppy, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, it’s clear she doesn’t either. Not that it matters.

His fingers slide back into her hair. He tries to meet her halfway, match her energy, copy her movements. It’s weird, and all over the place, and still… none of that matters. It’s happening. This is all he’s wanted for years, and it’s happening…

…and it's wrong.

He doesn’t deserve this, not really. Not when every warning bell he's ever learned is sounding in his ears, screaming that he should stop, that this shouldn’t happen, not now. But Ochako is sighing into him, breathing in his air and breathing out hers, tasting faintly of wine and barbeque and a flavor utterly unique to her. She’s breathing so heavily now, putting all of her energy into this, and it’s overwhelmingly difficult to break. Her thumb brushes his jaw. Grabs at his cheek, his hair, tangles in it, holds him in place.

But it’s not like he’s trying to move. Izuku kisses her back as best he can manage, and it’s only when she pulls away, heaving for another breath, a trail of spit trailing off her lower lip, that he realizes what they’ve done.

Between heavy gasps, she begs. “I… I love… I love you.”

Dizzying. “I love you too.” Intoxicating. “Ocha… Ochako, I love you.”

Premature. Drunken. Wrong.

Continue here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/74966046/chapters/218031101

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Simpler Things Chapter 25 - "I Will"

After a difficult night, Ochako does everything in her power to make Izuku feel safe. And loved. Because he is so incredibly loved, and she’ll make sure he knows that, no matter how many times she has to whisper it in his hair. After all, Ochako’s his hero, and even if he can’t see it, Izuku’s her hero too.

She wakes up, and the room is pitch-black.

Whatever moonlight they were relying on before seems to be covered entirely by clouds. The windows are voids, and even without that, the covers are pulled so high over her that light couldn’t reach them. Touch is her only sensation, and with that, all that’s left in the universe is the boy she’s clinging so tightly to. Her boy. Izuku. Clinging as well. Face now pressed between her armpit and the mattress, legs entangled with hers, knee pressed up between her, arms wrapped around her waist. Everything is warm, and heavy, and slow. Worry seeps through the contact so easily. Her first instinct is to check if he’s still breathing properly. She lies there, holding very still, counting each rise and fall of his chest against her ribs. In and out. In, and out. It’s steady and soft. Deep. No hitching, no gasps, nothing frantic or panicked left over from earlier.

Relief is such an overwhelming feeling. It hits her and she sighs alongside his breath. In, and out. Then, she returns to her only sensation. Touch. They’re still naked, completely naked. There’s no gap between them, there’s no point where they aren’t touching. His stomach is pressed flush to hers. Their chests are squished together. His thigh is wedged so high between her legs she can feel the solid line of muscle there every time she inhales. All of him, she can feel all of him.

Embarrassment doesn’t even cross her mind. Maybe it should. They’ve never done this before, laying completely naked, touching as much as they are. But tonight has been a long list of firsts, and after earlier, it doesn’t seem all that crazy of a step. Even as she focuses on it, as she lays still and maps out his body against hers, she doesn’t even feel flustered. Maybe under different circumstances, she would be. Maybe another night, maybe if they’d gotten here through different means. But right now? Right now, she’s never been more comfortable in her life.

Comfort doesn’t stop her from being careful, though. She’s careful not to move in a way that might wake him too suddenly. Careful not to pull away, or loosen her grip, or do anything that might disturb him. She thinks of the way he’d been shaking. The awful, broken things he’d said about himself. The way he’d cried himself to sleep right here in her arms. Ochako will hold him like this all night if it means keeping him at peace. Even if her arm is starting to go a little numb. It doesn’t matter, as long as he’s okay.

She curls her fingers back into his hair to fight the static, gently scratching his scalp in the process. He makes a soft noise, a tiny rumble against her arm, and snuggles in closer. He’s almost underneath her at this point.

Ochako’s heart flips. He’s so cute. Even like this. Especially like this. Drooling a tiny bit against her inner bicep. Hair all over the place. Nose crumpled into her. It’s ridiculous how much love her chest can hold now. It feels overfull. Like if she doesn’t keep her arms around him, the dam will burst, and it’ll spill everywhere. She won’t let it.

CONTINUE READING HERE

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74966046/chapters/228101341

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Simpler Things Chapter 23 - "Depollute Me, Pretty Baby"

The time has come for Izuku and Ochako to have their first official date night. Thankfully, the stars are shining over them, so hiding isn’t an option.

The sky above UA is as beautiful as ever. Dense with stars, a cosmic painting right outside, just a few million lightyears away. It’s addictive, the way their problems seem smaller in the face of it, the way they get lost in it. He could spend hours like this, just… looking. Letting his mind drift away into the endless expanse.

But really… it’s not the sky alone that does it. Yeah, it’s beautiful, and mesmerizing, and a million different adjectives, but it’s who he’s with that makes these moments truly addictive. Ochako’s next to him, getting lost with him, and they’re here, in their shared space, at their hero academy, living this life he couldn’t have dreamt of.

It reminds him that this won’t last forever. That sometime, not too far in the future, they’ll graduate, and they won’t have these moments anymore. No sneaking up to the room past curfew. No sitting with her for hours, just doing nothing.

“I’m gonna miss this,” he whispers, not meaning to say it out loud until it’s already past his lips.

“The stars?” Ochako asks, turning his way with a smile. “We can always come back after we graduate and see them, silly.”

Izuku turns to her, meets her eye.

…

Something in her face changes.

He smiles, and then slowly looks back up to the sky. “Yeah. I know.”

A moment passes. Two. Three. A minute. He can tell she’s still watching him. He keeps his eyes on the sky and fixates on her attention. It’s stuck on him. This moment is lasting forever. Another moment. Another. Two minutes now. She’s still looking, staring right at him. He keeps his gaze on the sky. Not knowing what to say. What to do. How to do it.

Finally, thankfully, her voice finds him again.

“You won’t have to.”

The sky disappears before him, and suddenly, all that exists in the universe is Ochako Uraraka. His eyes find her, easy to spot in the void, easy to stay focused on, get lost in. And he does. In her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes that are wide and reflecting the invisible cosmos back at him. She’s breathtaking. Impossible to look away from. Izuku wouldn’t even want to.

He asks, because he isn’t sure what else to do. “I won’t have to… what?”

Ochako’s hand moves. It loops around his arm, the same one she touched earlier, and her hand grabs hold of his hand, firm and tight with her grip. She holds his gaze as the void gives way to a trillion tiny stars, shining just for them.

“You won’t have to miss this.”

CONTINUE READING HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/74966046/chapters/223108866